Oh, enter Rachel in this chapter. I better go, because I should be writing a history essay . So, until the next chapter! Thanks again for reviewing! You're the best reviewers a writer could ask for!!!!

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She was terrified as the police stepped out of the vehicle. Obviously someone downtown had tipped them off as to looks, and there was no denying. Even if she tied her hair back up, there was no mistaking its colour, and Hayabusa would have had hell trying to disguise the sheer length of his hair. Almost unconsciously, she moved closer to Hayabusa, expecting nothing, or even worse, him to push her away. Surprisingly, she felt a hesitant arm around her shoulders as he pulled her closer to his body.

"You two. There's no mistaking it," The first officer said as she stood out of the vehicle. "Odd that a young girl would just suddenly erupt in a spiel of violence for no reason. And Mr Hayabusa, haven't we met before?"

She glanced across at him, startled. Has Hayabusa been in trouble with the police before? The thought itself was outrageous, but here the truth was, being pushed in her face, that that was so. Before she could say something, she heard Hayabusa's smooth tenor.

"As not to misconstrue you, Miss Kasumi was simply standing up for herself, and reacted to protect herself from any harm. I had organised a meeting with her previously and when I saw that she was in trouble, assisted her,"

"One guy with a broken arm and a little girl," the second officer drawled, Texan accent apparent, much like Tina's. "You expect us to believe that you could down five grown men?"

The first officer shrugged. "I don't expect you to know, as you weren't on the case. But Mr Hayabusa here is more then just a pretty face,"

"Do you mind?" Hayabusa himself intercepted rather abruptly.

"Really? Doesn't look it. I could knock him down in a second," the second officer mused loudly, drawing out a cigarette. She had the urge to run, while they were distracted, but she didn't want to cause any more trouble then she already had. Suddenly, a horrible thought struck her. "Are you going to have to call my parents about this? Am I being arrested?"

"We're not doing nothin' else till we cart you down to the station, chickadee," the male officer smirked. "Get in there,"

"Oh my god. My father is going to murder me!" she whispered around the female officer, who was sitting in the middle of the back seat, her on the left to Hayabusa, who was on the right. "What am I going to do?"

"Don't fret just yet. If it is confirmed that you acted in self defence, then we can release you. Otherwise, you will probably be arrested. We can let you go without anything happening but if you are arrested, of course we will have to contact your folks. As for you on the other hand…" the officer elbowed Hayabusa in the side, who completely ignored her, staring out of the window at the trees flying past, "I don't know about you. You manage to get everyone stumped,"

She examined his profile, elegant, almost scarily feminine features from her position. I wonder what he's thinking right now? She wondered briefly. Gods, I hope he can stop me from getting into trouble like he said he could… I still can't believe that he has gotten in trouble with the police. I mean, him? Mister-Straight-and-Narrow-Prefect, Perfect Student? I don't get it. Oh well… even still, I trust him.

Soon enough, they arrived at the station and were pushed into an interrogation room, complete with stark white walls and solid wood furniture, which she eyed with some amusement. That and the chairs were nailed down.

The female officer caught her looking bemusedly.

"Sometimes they get violent, you see, and try to attack, or try to top themselves rather then tell the police anything. You get it, right?"

She nodded, sitting down in the chair, Hayabusa sitting wordlessly beside her.

"Okay. Spill the story," the male officer drawled, grinding the remains of his cigarette on the table, releasing a horrible smell of burning tar. She waved it away subtly with her hand, and was almost amused when Hayabusa gave a short cough, covering his mouth delicately.

Doesn't like smoke, huh? The weird things you find out… oh, please be able to get me out of this mess, Hayabusa! You don't understand how grateful I'll be!

"I think I mentioned it in passing previously. Miss Kasumi was simply standing up for herself, and reacted to protect herself from any harm. I had organised a meeting with her and when I saw that she was in trouble, assisted her. It just so happens that we managed to overpower them. Am I right in assuming that if we had lost the fight, those thugs would currently be under interrogation?"

The question caused the female officer to squirm slightly. "You ask bitch questions. Yes, probably. Although, you having a… past record doesn't help your case any,"

Hayabusa coughed again, although this time she wasn't sure if it was solely because of the smoke. "Past record? I have never been arrested for being violent in a public place before, I can assure you,"

"Simply for underage drinking, driving while drunk and crashing a car,"

"I wasn't arrested for that," Hayabusa muttered under his breath, sounding much more typical-teenager like then she had ever heard.

"Be that as it may…" the female officer paused. "We were told to keep an eye on you,"

"Why?" She turned, surprised, at the anger blazing in his voice.

"Because you're an idiot," the female officer retorted. "Most people would try and lay low after doing something as stupid as that, and managing to stay out of prison, mores to the point. Even if you are both innocent, you're bound to immediately be seen as guilty,"

"The only thing that Miss Kasumi is guilty of is standing up for the rights she has as a citizen of this country, freedom to walk down the street without being accosted by common street thugs. Forgive me if I am wrong, but is it not true that self defence is legitimate?"

"Do you debate?" the female officer asked, a small grin on her face. Blinking, Hayabusa shook his head. "You should. Provided we can find witnesses, we can let the girl go,"

"Well, come to think of it, a few people did say that…" the second officer mused.

"You idiot! Why didn't you say so earlier? Would have saved a great deal of time and effort,"

"We get paid for it. And it looks better if we actually do something,"

The first officer scoffed. "Okay, Kasumi, you can go. Just don't get caught bashing up innocent guys again, because I won't be able to guarantee you getting off as easily. You, on the other hand…" she pointed to Hayabusa. "I want to speak to you for a moment,"

He dropped his head into his hands, massaging his temples. "What is it?"

"Okay, I believe you. We're not talking about that. Listen, punk," with that, he felt a hand on his chin, jerking it up so that he met with hard blue eyes. "You can get away without being arrested, this time. But you can't keep cutting it so fine. You're damn lucky you managed to get away with it the last time,"

"Perhaps," he muttered.

"You have a damn weird attitude. Not bad, but not great either. But you argue well. You could make a good lawyer. Even still, be more careful next time. Otherwise, next stop for you will be a psychiatrist, at the very least,"

"Why so?" his voice was soft, betraying his tiredness. Tired of being in this room again, tired in general. It's been a long day, and now all I need is a police officer making it longer. Rachel, to make it worse. She must hold a grudge against me or something.

"All crims need to see 'em. You're not quite a crim, but you're certainly not…" she trailed off, letting him fill in the unpleasant gaps himself.

"Shoo, before I decide to arrest you for pissing me off," the second officer added.

He did so obediently, not before shooting Rachel a dirty look. She smirked back at him as he slammed the door shut, bumping into someone. He looked down to see an anxious Kasumi.

"Are you alright? You didn't get into any trouble on my account, did you? Oh, I'm so sorry to drag you into this, you're okay, right?"

He gently put a finger on her lips, silencing her. "I'm fine. But you could make amends by returning to your family tonight. They will worry. Hayate knows your true intentions,"

Her expression changed to innocent surprise. "You told them?"

"I never want to see you hurt. I would rather you angry at me and safe then settled with me but in danger,"

"Oh, Hayabusa…" a painful pause, before he felt arms go tightly around his waist. "Thankyou for caring about me. Thankyou for worrying. Thankyou for being there,"

He couldn't quite bring himself to returning the embrace, instead settling for hesitantly patting her on the head, much like one would to a favoured pet. "Let's get out of here,"

She smiled, veiling her concern. "Sounds like a plan to me,"