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Chapter 6

Finding Fujin

The room echoed with the sound of dripping water from the pipes on the walls. At the very corner of the room was a small bed, where a skinny, young woman lay unconscious.

Fujin slowly rolled over on the bed, weakly opening her eye. "W…WHERE?" she muttered under her breath as her vision slowly focused on the room.

"Oh, so you're awake," a voice said, entering the room. She smiled cheerfully as she carried a steaming bowl of soup with her.

Fujin stared at the woman coldly as she approached. Silently, she gaped at her smiling face, hating it with a passion.

"Here, you go," the smiling woman said, handing the bowl to Fujin. After figuring that the albino would not take it, she sighed and added, "It's not poisoned, you know. Besides, you'll need your strength. You lost a great deal of blood when those gangsters brought you here."

At this Fujin just shrugged, as she felt a clean bandage wrapped around her head.

The woman sighed again, placing the bowl on a small table. "If you're wondering, I'm not part of that gang at all. I would never participate in such disgraceful tactics. I'm just like you. I'm a prisoner here, although I have more freedom than you. The only thing I'm allowed to do is give food to all the prisoners, that's all. I'm Arlie," she introduced.

Still, Fujin did not answer, but stared at Arlie unemotionally.

Misreading Fujin's faceless expression, Arlie remarked, "You don't have to be worried about being a prisoner. They treat you well. Sure they can get bossy bastards at times, but they feed you and keep you safe from the outside world. There's nothing to be worried about."

"EXIT," Fujin demanded monotonously, finally speaking in her dry voice.

Arlie shook her head grimly. "I'm afraid there's no way out of here, until someone can pay your ransom. Me, well, let's just say I'll be here even when I grow old. The gangsters killed my parents, and I have no other relatives or friends that will pay for my ransom," she said, sitting on the bed. She tried to smile reassuringly.

After a moment of silence, the woman asked shyly, "Um…I know it's rather selfish of me, but if you ever get out of here, would it be alright if you help get me out of here? I've been here long enough, and I can't take living here any longer."

Fujin thought long and hard before answering. How could this simpering woman be so worth saving? Why do I not feel hostile around her? she thought, studying Arlie's face. After thinking long and hard, Fujin finally nodded slowly. I can't believe I've turned into a softy.

At Fujin's nod, Arlie cried out with joy and threw her arms around the albino. "Really? Thank you! I know I shouldn't be excited just yet, but I just have this gut feeling that you will make it out of here."

*

"…What do you mean she was kidnapped, ya know?"

Seifer sighed as he growled, "Look, I don't have time for explanations. I don't know where the hell they took her, and I don't know where to look!"

"Knowing Fujin, she's not the type to get herself kidnapped, unless with a reason, ya know. Why don't you check the room again, ya know," Raijin answered. "I'll tell the Headmaster your situation, ya know."

"By the time that loony Headmaster sends his stupid troops here, she'll be in her grave!" Seifer snapped, hanging up the phone. Rubbing his tired eyes, Seifer glanced at the clock. "One o'clock," he murmured, glancing towards the dark sky. With a sigh, he fell towards the couch and closed his eyes, thinking for a moment.

After a moment or so, his eyes snapped wide open as he rushed towards the open window again. Pointing a flashlight out the window, he smirked as he saw a small trail of blood on the lower building next to the hotel. "Jackpot."

*

A few hours passed, before Arlie stopped by Fujin's cell again to bring food. Because she hardly trusted anyone, Fujin still kept silent and just gaped at the woman.

Arlie's face looked worried as she entered the room. "The gangs are beginning to gather again," she murmured, placing Fujin's food on the table. She sighed as she sat at the edge of the bed. "Another bloody fight is about to take place."

Fujin listened intently, waiting for Arlie to drop any information to her.

Arlie glanced at Fujin's blank face and said, "Do you know anything about the gangs?"

Fujin shook her head.

"Well, recently, Deiling's been the heart of many dangerous organizations and gangs. No one knows why, though. All I know is that once a month, all notorious gangsters gather at a specific place in Deiling and challenge each other on which gang is the best. Usually these challenges end up as bloody fights, killing many people," Arlie explained grimly. "But what I don't get is that from what I've experienced, these people are well educated. They're not your usual idiot gangs. They're more experienced and intelligent in a way…" her voice trailed off as the door to Fujin's cell opened.

As the door opened, three figures suited in black walked in. One of them glanced at Fujin. "You're coming with us, SeeD," he said, before grabbing Fujin's injured arm and yanking her to her feet.

Arlie watched in horror as the three figures took the albino away. "Y…you're a SeeD?" she stuttered.

Fujin nodded silently and followed the figures out of the cell.

"No! Don't go! You don't know what–"

"Arlie!" one of the figures barked. "Stay out of this. Get back to your work and shut up."

At this the woman stayed quiet and nervously watched as they took the SeeD away.

Fujin grabbed her arm from the figure's grip, as it began to hurt again. "TAKING WHERE?" she demanded, as she followed them out of the prison.

One of the figures, a woman, grinned maliciously. "Normally we leave our hostages to rot in their stupid cells. But to undercover SeeDs, that's a different story."

The second figure glanced at her and smirked. "You see, we don't like nosy people poking around with our business. They tend to get too much information," he said.

"So we let them witness our gory little fights, and watch as innocent civilians get tortured and killed," the third figure finished, shoving Fujin forward.

Fujin said nothing as she nearly stumbled onto the ground. Looking around, she noticed that gang members of different clans surrounded her. Shit, what the hell am I going to now? she thought angrily, as she watched them form a circle around her.

It was at that moment that someone from behind Fujin grabbed a hold of her silver hair and tugged it roughly, making her flinch. "Ah, so this is the little bitch who will witness the ceremony," a voice said form behind.

Without thinking, Fujin shot her hand up to where the man was pulling her hair and punched it, causing the hand to let go of her hair. Quickly, Fujin stumbled on the ground as the man let go of her. Rage boiling in her skin, she quickly turned to face him.

"Feisty one, aren't we?" the man grinned. He twisted his broken hand back to normal, still calmly gazing into Fujin's eyes. "Tie her up. We don't want our guest to run away before witnessing the ceremony," he said to his followers.

His followers nodded and grabbed Fujin forcefully. They placed her arms over her head and bound them together. They then tied her feet together as well, although with a lot difficulty as Fujin disliked the idea of being tied up.

The man walked over to Fujin calmly. Lowering his face inches from hers he whispered, "Enjoy the show."

"BASTARD!" Fujin spat, spitting on the man's face.

The man merely blinked as Fujin spat on him. Calmly, he held up a handkerchief and wiped it off his face, smirking coldly.

Suddenly, it appeared that other gangs had emerged from the darkness and headed towards the center of the area. Each gang eyed the other in pure hatred as they came closer together.

Fujin struggled with her bonds, but to no avail as the gangs got closer and closer together.

"May the best gang win!" the man shouted, throwing his hands up high in the air, signaling the fights to begin.

At that moment, everything became unclear, as the gangs began to charge at each other, striking blindly at one another.

Fujin gaped at the bloody fight in wide-eyed shock. Noticing that no one was paying any attention to her, she took advantage of the moment and began to writhe her wrists free from her bonds. Quickly and silently, she attempted to slip her hands out of the rope binding her chafed wrists. With much difficulty, Fujin succeeded in removing her hands from the rope.

Pausing for a moment to see if anyone was watching her, she realized that the gangs had been reduced almost to nothing as more dead bodies fell onto the bloody ground. Pushing that thought aside for a moment, Fujin stooped down to untie her legs. After finally freeing herself, the young SeeD broke into a run to escape from the area.

"Boss! The bitch is escaping!" someone cried out, noticing that Fujin was running for her life.

The man they referred to as "Boss" glanced at Fujin puffing out cigar smoke. "Kill her!"

It was that moment that the attention was turned back to Fujin, who was still running away from the area. As Fujin ran, she felt bullets fly right past her. Suddenly, she let out a loud cry as a bullet shot through her shoulder, sending her sprawling onto the ground.

The young SeeD cursed under her breath as she tried to get up from the ground. Gasping hard, Fujin tried to rise. Unfortunately, as she got up from the ground, she realized that she was surrounded and had no other place to go.

"Kill her," the Boss ordered, continuing to smoke on his cigar.

The gang members surrounding Fujin aimed at her, ready to fire.

"Hold it right there!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and glanced above the building, realizing that someone was standing up there.

"Who the hell are you?" the Boss demanded.

Fujin quickly looked up and realized who it was. With a surprised cry she uttered, "SEIFER!"

Seifer smirked, his Gunblade leaning against his shoulder. "The one and only!" Jumping off the roof, he landed gracefully on the ground, his cruel smirk still on his face. With one swift movement Seifer swung Hyperion and pointed it at the Boss.

"Get this guy out of my face!" the Boss shouted, staring fearfully at the Gunblade.

"I don't think so. One move and you'll be shish kebob," Seifer threatened, inching Hyperion closer to the man's face.

The man took a step back, beginning to sweat nervously. "W…what do you want?"

"You're under arrest. We can do this the easy way, or…" Seifer replied, continuing to smirk. "We can do it the hard way…" he added as an army of SeeDs appeared on top of the building, pointing guns at the gangsters.

Reluctantly, the Boss and all the gang members raised their arms high in the air, signaling defeat.

Seifer's smirk grew wider. "Good choice."