a/n: the key – ish gone! Anyway, that doesn't stop the fun. Let's continue reading. As I've said before, if you have encountered the story "Windstruck", I'll tell you that I changed some facts and figures here but the story is the same. Strip-off!

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CHAPTER 3: CUFFS AND CONFESSIONS

"Stupid woman! Now, what do we do?"

Fuuko frowned. "We have no choice." She dragged Tokiya to a second-class hotel. "Man!" she knocked carelessly to the cashier. "Can we have a room?"

The man chuckled. "Eh, a new technique in dating, huh?" he asked.

Fuuko frowned and blushed in humiliation. "With two beds, please," she added.

"There's no such thing like that here."

Fuuko sighed. "Whatever. Give us the available room!"

"Kirisawa Fuuko, what are you planning?" Tokiya asked as the door closed behind them.

"Don't be a chicken, Mi-chan I won't rape you. As if I would," Fuuko spat. "There is a copy of keys of every handcuff used in the police station. Maybe we could settle this tomorrow."

Tokiya grunted. "You're such a bad luck for me, Monkey."

"You too," Fuuko returned. "Good night."

"How will I sleep?"

Fuuko went to the bed, "Please yourself."

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Next morning, Fuuko woke up, still groggy. She removed the handcuff (because her hand is too small) and yawned. However, she retuned the cuff on her hand before resuming her sleep.

Tokiya woke up next. He took his time staring at Fuuko's angelic face. He had a secret urge to touch it. But before he could even start, Fuuko stirred and woke up. She was just wearing an overlarged shirt that she had in her bag. Tokiya gulped hard at the sight of her.

"Hey, nice guy. Let's get going." She stood up and took a towel from the rack. She was about to go to the bathroom when Tokiya held her back.

"What are you planning to do?" Tokiya asked her.

Fuuko looked at him seriously. "Taking a bath."

"What about me?" he said. He was trying to hide his blush. Seeing Fuuko like this drives him crazy. Seeing Fuuko more than this would drive him mad and uncontrollable. After all, he's still a man.

"Can't you wait after getting the stupid key for this cuff?" he protested.

Fuuko showed to him two fingers. "Mi-chan. You have two choices. Number one, watch me and you'll gonna die, and number two, let the stupid key first and you'll gonna die."

"I… I don't know what to say…"

"Dare. Watch me," Fuuko chuckled evilly.

"This woman is evil," he muttered angrily. "Are you attempting to drive me crazy?" he asked.

"Boom! Will you go crazy if you see me like what you see me like in your mind? Pervert!" Fuuko shouted, slamming the bathroom door shut that Tokiya yelped in pain (a skin of his wrist being caught in the door as it closed).

"Well, that was true, Fuuko. I'll go crazy if I'll see you like what I see you now," Tokiya whispered to himself. Actually, he liked Fuuko very much, since the day he met him, until now, when he expected that they will never meet again.

Fuuko emerged from the bathroom fifteen minutes later, only covered by a towel. "Stupid thing," she was muttering to herself. "I forgot my clothes."

As the two of them walked to the other side of the room, Fuuko's towel slid down. "Oh!" she gasped, as she tried to pick it up. Before that happened, however, Tokiya had lost his mind. He pulled her and kissed her forcibly that she almost ran out of breath.

"Tokiya?" she asked weakly, before descending once again to a kiss so passionate that it kills. Then it hit her. She removed the cuff from her small hands and punched Tokiya hard on the face. "What are you thinking? Pervert!" she shouted, before gathering the towel, going back to the bathroom, and wearing her clothes once again. She threw Tokiya the key and said, "Foot the bill. Bye!" She slammed the door shut after that.

Outside the door, Fuuko breathed heavily as she leaned on it. "What did Mi-chan do?" she held her still-wet lips and blushed before proceeding downstairs.

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"Ah, Officer Kirisawa," her chief said heartily as she went to the station.

A group of men went inside the office. "Well, this is Officer Kirisawa," the leader said.

Fuuko smirked. "Yeah. The 'King of the Nightclubs.' Did your son hide behind your fat ass?" she questioned bravely.

"Well, what do you want me to do with you?" he asked back.

"Get lost," Fuuko replied, ignoring them and resuming to her seat. She was startled as she heard a gunshot.

"Don't ignore us, lady. We do not worship women," the man warned.

"Show respect to authority," Fuuko said, standing up and placing a hand on her waist.

He spat on the floor. "What if I don't want to?" he dared.

"Ino, the mop," she told the janitor. He didn't move. "The mop!" she shouted. The janitor took the mop nervously and gave it to Fuuko. "Clean that mess," she ordered haughtily.

The leader laughed. "Do you want me to let you clean that? With your tongue?"

"Well, then. Let's see who'll mop that mess with his tongue." Fuuko twirled the mop and started hitting some of his enormous, boulder-like bodyguards. "Care to have more?" she asked them. The mop broke into two as she hit it on the bald head of one of the men. "Sorry," she apologized mockingly. She used the lighter end and used her wind-like movements to fight them.

However, the man had reinforcements. "Get her!" he shouted.

"What's the matter, Mr. Sukona?" a cold voice from the back said.

Everybody stopped and turned around. Sukona looked at the figure standing behind him. "Prosecutor?" he said, looking scared. All of the people in the station stared at the prosecutor in disbelief.

"Mr. Sukona, what is happening here?" the man asked again, this time, sternly.

"I was – I was teaching this girl a lesson," he said meekly.

The prosecutor slowly walked, his footsteps echoed, and placed his arm around Fuuko. "Not a good idea. I shouldn't have let you slip with an explanation after trying to hurt my girlfriend."

a/n: do I have to repeat my ending message? Please review. That is the only cure for the most dangerous disease in the fiction world, WRITER'S BLOCK.

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