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CHAPTER 8: GRAVE THREAT

Fuuko's POV

"I'm back!" I said, storming to the office. Everyone was cheering to have me back.

Celine appeared behind me, carrying her usual load of stuff. "Hey, I though you resigned!" she said with innocent frustration.

"I know Celine, but Mr. Mikagami told me not to," I replied to her, patting her shoulder. She accompanied me to my…errr… office.

"You sure are an asset of a company to have Mr. President come personally in your house," she said, "with blood over his body!" she added.

She left as we reached my office. As I entered, I was shocked at its appearance!

Tokiya's POV

I was impatient that day. I longed for her, I want her now.

"Shut up Tokiya. You know that here in the office, and while you are here, you are Kirisawa Fuuko's boss."

"Hell! I'm her boyfriend!" I shouted accidentally, knocking a table lamp off.

"Sir?" all the girls on the informational desk outside gasped? "They were astounded at my actions, since their boss isn't like that.

Sweatdrop (a/n: do you think I've forgotten this one?)"This is nothing, just a migraine hallucination," I excused.

They giggled a little bit and proceeded to their jobs. Heck! I shouldn't have responded like that! I'll be the next "Office Gossip" frontpage!

I resumed back to my seat, thinking. What might Fuuko think about the mess in her office now? All her angels, the angels she touched and the angels that made her smile. It was too much relief that I controlled myself from destroying her most beloved artwork. My artwork.

Well, I could not relax. It was just a day and I missed her kiss, her voice, everything of her. There was no reason for me to call her now, our projects had been finished.

I started to drum my pen on the table. Do you know, if I cannot control myself, I could have hauled it out of the building!

So, out of the building talk. I am very apprehensive for 12:00 pm. Why? I'll be having lunch with Fuuko! That calls for a celebration, my dears.

But there is something that happened. Someone from my somewhere, a brat (a/n?) named…

"Sai Youna?" I said in disbelief as the figure started to run to me, as though trying to strangle me.

"Tokiya-san!" she repeated many times.

Childish, this girl is, but she looks mature, beautiful, and appearance-conscious as well.

Exactly at that time, Fuuko was standing in front to of my office, a witness to the "unconscious-murder" scene.

"Mr. President?" she said, her face asking for apology. (a/n: DUH! We're in the office!)

Youna surveyed her. Unfortunately, she knew her, since she was a fashion icon in the States.

Her face became bright. "Kirisawa Fuuko! The smart Japanese girl featured in top twenty fashion magazines as the number one fashion icon (a/n: no explanation)?" she said in confirmation.

"Yes," she said, looking annoyed. "And you?"

"My name is Sai Youna," she said politely, bowing down so low. "Nice to meet you," she said as she assumed to her normal position.

I looked at Fuuko. "Uhhmmm… Youna, please. We need to talk," I immediately told the girl.

"Okay!" she said excitedly.

Fuuko's POV

"Who's that brat?" I asked the secretaries on the table.

"Ms. Sai? Her father is one of the major stockholders here in the company," Celine replied.

Another secretary tutted. "She's really addicted to Mr. President. In other words, obsessed."

"Obsessed?" I said, hiding the pang of jealousy with a curious voice.

"Isn't obsessed a word for her when a year ago, she brought a priest complete with a bridal gown? That was so stupid, I know."

"Ya, I know," the other one replied. "She always pesters Mr. President on his meetings, so Mr. Sai has no choice but to get her out to the U.S. that's why she knew a lot about you, except for the fact that you once studied there."

Moments later, I saw Mi-chan get out of the office and proceeded to the car park area.

"Fuuko-san!" Youna said. I was shocked because she called me with my first name. That brat! No one calls me with my first name without my permission! Anyway, that was before, when I was…unlady-like. However, this one cannot be tolerated. Yet I could not strangle her on-the-spot! Maybe I would try another sarcastic way.

We walked to the car park when she started to tell me how devoted she is to my fashion sense, and everything I have on my body. What is she, a fake imitation? It's like I'm Christian Dior and she is my imitation, Chrstan Dire, totally fake.

"You know, I really, really, really love everything about you, she babbled continuously at me. "Blah blah blah blah…" and other things making me blush with ear claps.

Tokiya's POV

Oh, at last, they're here. I noticed that Fuuko was not that apprehensive. Maybe all her mitochondria were eaten by Youna, the vacuum cleaner.

"Fuuko," I said, offering her the front seat. Youna hit her by the side, which I suspect intentionally, and rode in the front seat. She locked the door. Obviously, she didn't want me to drag her out of the place.

Fuuko sighed as she sat behind. She won't even look at me. is this really the "First Day Trauma"? It's our first date then Youna came butting in the scene. We might as well include her to the list of relationship intruders.

"Tokiya-san," Youna purred. "Where are we going?"

"Can't you just shut up?" I grunted as she held my arms. One more tug and the three of us will be one of the historical "bizarre-love-triangle-car-accident".

Fuuko was silent at the back. I know that the woman was having her tantrums. Damn Tokiya! Everything was nice last night. Does that mean we'll be breaking in less than twenty-four hours? Record breaking, that is.

Fuuko's POV

That brat! Who does she think she is? Eventually, she's just a daughter of a CEO, and not a CEO herself.

And you Fuuko, are you really giving up in femininity? Anyway, it's nice to be a girl but if I could not control myself, I might kick her butt!

I saw Youna's face on the front mirror. Well, well, well, she is smirking at me. is she really right about the things she said.

"Fuuko, why are you giving up with that spoiled brat!" a voice in my head said. "Fight for Mi-chan. That girl is the one not deserving for him. You're a woman, but your power is still like a man. Maybe a punch will give her the common sense."

"As if she had some common sense," I sneered sarcastically. "Anyway, I own Mikagami Tokiya. What's the matter?"

"Tsk…tsk…tsk… Fuuko, you own Tokiya temporarily. Are you married now? No. make your move, girl!" the voice said again.

"Fine," I replied. Luckily, my muttering was so soft that they didn't appear hearing it at all.

When we reached the restaurant, Youna held Mi-chan's arm. "Tokiya-san," she said sweetly. Se turned to me and stuck out her tongue in a childish way.

I looked at her darkly. If looks can kill, she'll melt on the spot! Mi-chan! Why are you allowing this to happen? We're just a day old, then…this!

"Okay, Fuuko, take hold," my mind whispered. I stood up in a nice way again, attempting to outshine the childish girl beside Mi-chan. If I had gone berserk earlier, Mi-chan will be bald by now.

Hidden contact. Something in a girl's way. Youna and I are looking each other, judging by the clatter of our spoons, maybe wishing that it was each others body. Me? I wish I could haul the knife on her throat. No doubt, I still have the aim.

Minutes later, she started hitting my leg with her high heeled shoes. In return, I tried to strike her foot using mine. We had a small foot fight under the table, trying to hit each other's legs, while attempting to look normal on Mi-chan's eyes. However, I happened to hit her very hard.

"What the…?" Mi-chan started, after spoiling his suit with wine. "What are you two brats doing around here?" he asked, glaring at us with his "normal" look.

I looked at him, and told him. "Maybe you have to go to the men's room." I offered him a handkerchief.

He took it kindly and said, "Wait here, okay?" I nodded at him in reply, smiling.

"Now what?" Youna said, smirking at me.

I sat down, crossing my arms and legs. "Shut up Youna," I hissed.

"Let's have a bet," she said, raising her wine glass. "I'll be able to get your 'Mi-chan' in a week, Fuuko."

I raised an eyebrow. "In your dreams, Youna. You cannot do that, you're just a copycat brat on my style."

"Well, let's see, my Fashion Idol," she threatened. At that moment, however, Mi-chan arrived.

"Can we go?" he asked, plainly innocent at our bet.

Tokiya's POV

"Yes, Mr. Sai, she's here, as always," I grunted, determined to show how annoyed I am in the case.

"Is that so?" the voice replied. "Mr. Mikagami, I'm really sorry for the bother. She was so stubborn," he reasoned.

"Mr. Sai, I'll tell you when Youna's being a big problem. Well… not yet."

"Okay, Mr. Mikagami, just inform me of anything," Mr. Sai replied. After exchanging greetings, I hung up the phone.

"Tokiya-san," a familiar voice purred from the door. It was Youna.

I sighed and sat down. "Youna, why are you butting in when I don't need you? It's office hour!" I reminded her, looking at the clock. I proceeded to the table, and to my work, ignoring her.

"Tokiya-san?" she asked, surveying me from the guest couch. "Does Fuuko-san make you happy?"

"Yes, of course," I replied, still continuing with my typing job. I was bemused when she held up my chin.

"Mr. President?" a distant voice said. "OMG…"

Fuuko's POV

"Fuuko! Fuuko!" Celine shouted at my way, opening the door and panting.

My solitary room was distracted. I was also distracted that I stood up from my seat. "What's the foghorn?" I asked her, looking like crazy.

"Mr.… Pre…Presid…President…" she panted.

"What happened!" I outrageously roared. My heart was beating fast because of nervousness.

Celine stopped dead. "Just follow me to Mr. President's room."

We walked briskly to his office. I really thought that it was some problem because all the other employees are milling around the office.

As I paved my way to the door of his office, the employees are whispering as I pass them. I caught a small conversation:

"Isn't she the official girlfriend of Mr. President?" a girl said.

"Yes, that's what Mr. President announced yesterday, in the meeting."

"Then why…?" the other one started.

Their conversation broke off when I edged nearer to them. They bowed slightly and let me pass to see…

Tokiya's POV

What am I doing? Why am I replying to her kiss? I know that there are many people around the office, murmuring, looking at us, but why didn't I push her away?

"Mikagami Tokiya!" an outraged voice shouted amidst the soft hissing of voices.

Youna broke away and turned to Fuuko. "So, my dear," she said. "I won."

Fuuko was breathing heavily in anger. It is really obvious that Youna didn't know how it attacks Fuuko when she's angry.

She balled her fists and – she didn't slap her but – punched her straight on the face. "Who do you think you are? Do you have the right to do this?" she isn't finished at that state. She pulled her mane and dragged her around.

People started to cheer for Fuuko, I think. Obviously, they hated Youna as much as Fuuko does.

"Stop it!" Youna cried. However, Fuuko didn't stop. "She hit her again and pushed her to the glass wall of the office.

"Leave! You are like a prostitute! Are you really a woman? You are really nothing compared to me!" Fuuko kicked her out of the office and the employees carried her, attempting to get her out of the building like a contagious disease.

"You'll pay for this, Kirisawa Fuuko. I'll make you pay!" she shouted but her voice was drowned by the cheering of the employees. She was like a pig to be roasted over open fire.

"Fuuko," I said breathless. "I…" I started, attempting to explain the event.

She slapped me. "Why Mi-chan, why?" she had her head bowed. I heard her whimper and when she looked again at me. She gave in. I saw her face shining with tears.

"Fuuko, why can't you listen first?" I asked, my temper rising ahead of her.

She was back at her original state. She held my collar and shook me violently. "I should ask that question, Mikagami. Why are you like this? I thought you love me!" she slunk back to the floor. Holding my hand. Crying…

I kneeled down and attempted to embrace her. She pushed me back. "I love you, Fuuko. You know that."

"I know that? I know that? Now I know how much you never loved me, Mi-chan. Are you not happy with me? If not, why didn't you tell me?" she had her fists on my chests and she started hitting it. I let her do it because I know that the pain I felt was nothing for her heartbreak.

"Fuuko, I…" I could not say it. What the hell is happening to you Tokiya? Why can't you say a simple sorry? Pride is striking back now.

I was shocked as she placed her lips over mine. I was motionless. She made it passionate, even though her feelings didn't define it. It was not a real kiss from her love.

"It's all my fault, I don't even know how to kiss you!" she reasoned out. She stood up again, hastily wiped her tears and said in a formal way, "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. President."

After the incident, Mr. Sai angrily sent Youna back to the States. She has left but she left a scar in our hearts.

She left but her plan succeeded…

People, have you read my misplaced chapter? I remember that I was sleepy at that time and I uploaded the wrong way. Anyway, lucky that I corrected it when I decided to scan the story for misspelled words and everything.

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