Xiaoran: ok, it's fine to blame me; I'm also blaming myself for making me fond of the song. Anyway, SAME GROUND is still the best (and I'm planning to make a songfic out of it)!

CHAPTER 6: THE WAVES OF THE WATER

Tokiya's POV

Where is she? I have been waiting for hours for her to come to my office!

I picked up my intercom and talked to Celine. "Ms. Fujimori, please check Ms. Kirisawa in her office," I told her.

"Yes sir," she replied obediently.

I sat down and folded my hands. "Where are you, Fuuko?" I asked angrily. Maybe I did something wrong last Saturday. I think I should make up for it.

Barely after a minute, had Celine gone inside the office, carrying her usual load of folders and clear books. She looked sad enough and passed to me an envelope, with Fuuko's beautiful handwriting.

"Mr. President, she made the letter for you, I don't know why." She went here yesterday and packed up her things."

"Hn," I sighed. "You may now leave those papers on the desk." I offered the table to her load. She clumsily placed it on top of my table, bowed courteously, and left.

I looked at the letter fearfully. "Fuuko, why do you have to do this?"

With trembling hands, I opened the letter and closed my eyes before reading it slowly. There were two letters, one computerized and one handwritten. I looked at the computerized letter first.

Dear Mr. Mikagami Tokiya,

It is with much regret that I must withdraw the position of Consultant Manager/Supervisor of MizuCom Telecommunications.

An unusual press of personal affairs makes it necessary for me to take this step, and I ask that my resignation be accepted to take effect as soon as possible.

I feel that it has been a privilege and pleasure to have been assisted in the management of the Consulting Department, and let me assure you that my ideas and principles will stay as confidential in this company, as well as the other residing conditions in the contract I have signed beforehand.

Thank you very much for the confidence you have given me.

Cordially yours,

(signed)

Ms. Kirisawa Fuuko

(a/n: don't be fooled at the brilliant grammar. That's derived from a sample letter in my text book. Ha ha ha! Anyway, those ideas of the letter came from my mind, though)

I was in tears as I finished reading the letter. With trembling hands, I started to read the other letter, realizing that it was smudged with tears.

Dear Mi-chan,

Sorry for the bother. I don't really know what to say and what to do. What happened last Saturday? Don't be sad about it. Continue your life, and I'll continue mine. As you can see, I am resigning in MizuCom and now, I am thinking that you won't be my boss anymore if you accept my resignation.

Maybe you'll think that I'm very stupid to waste the life of an alluring, fashion icon, cum laude of Harvard University. Don't blame me, Mi-chan.

I'm really sorry for leaving you last time. It was just…circumstances. Anyway, let's stay as friends. If you need me, you can call me, right Mi-chan?

Gomenasai and arigatou…

Always,

Fuuko

I crumpled the paper in anger and stormed out of my office. In shock, Celine dropped all her things to the floor as she said, "Sir?"

I did not mind her as I went to her office, only to find it empty except for the things that I have placed there.

"NO!" I shouted. I started to throw all the things, leaving it smashed on the floor. I started to destroy everything in the room with my hands and with my anger.

I reached the desk and started smashing the figurines until I have reached the painting. It was still beautiful.

I stopped at this point as I slumped to the floor. I don't care whether my knees are wounded with the fragile pieces. I looked around me. I have destroyed the things that made her happy.

I looked up at the painting, my own handiwork on her beauty and pleaded, as though I was pleading to a goddess. "Forgive me, Fuuko. You don't know. You don't know how much I love you.

"You are my hope to live again. You will be the one who will remove all my bad memories. Didn't you tell me that I will realize everything using my heart? Now I know the answer, why aren't you here to guide me?"

There was a knock on the door. "Sir?" a muffled voice inquired fearfully. Per usual, it was Celine. "I heard some banging so I decided to come here."

"It's okay Celine. It's just a simple problem," I lied.

I got out of the room and closed the door quickly. "Nani?" she asked, puzzled at my bloody knees and hands.

"Ms. Fujimori, please send someone to clean up the mess inside," I commanded her. At her looks, she was suspicious. "It was Fuuko's cat," I joked.

She opened the door and looked shocked. "Oh… Tou…san," she said slowly. (a/n: "oh father" was once my favorite line, aside from yare yare desu ne)

I smirked at her look. "I have to go, Ms. Fujimori."

She looked at me again. "Mr. President," she took her organizer, "you have a meeting after thirty minutes, and a lunch meeting! You cannot go," she reminded.

"Cancel it all," I said, continuing to walk. "Do you want me to have anemia while in the meeting (a/n: inspired by SODOM)?" I waved goodbye, leaving her in frustrated order.

"What a stubborn guy," she said in a soft voice. Little she did know that I have heard her.

I raised a hand and said, "Yes, you're right. I am very stubborn."

I drove my way to Fuuko's apartment and stopped there. I knocked at her door and I heard a voice. "Coming," she said urgently, with a mixture of hissing sounds.

She opened the door and stopped as she saw the man in front of her house. Her welcoming smile was replaced with shock. "Mi-chan?" she said, as though it was impossible for me to reach her place.

Ok, that is for chapter 6. I had planned to give the title "Tsunami" earlier but it was corny. Anyway, I hope you like it so please make a review. Pretty please? I would be very inspired if you do.