CHAPTER 5: 100 DAYS (a/n: familiar?)
Fuuko called Tokiya while he is in the office library. "What now?" he asked her.
"Tokiya, you're forgetting something."
Tokiya rolled his eyes. "What?"
Fuuko boomed her voice. "You prat! How dare you forget that it is our 100th day?"
Tokiya tried to cover the phone speaker. Tokiya smiled shamefully at the people around him who started to look at him. "Sorry," he mouthed.
Some of them resumed to their inventory while others started whispering. "Man, Prosecutor Mikagami got a hoodlum for a girlfriend."
"At least she's as dedicated as him," the other replied. "And she's so beautiful, actually, to be a police officer."
"…So, what do you want me to do?" Tokiya asked his princess.
Fuuko sighed continuously. "Well, try to guess…"
"This will be the toughest thing I have to think about!" Tokiya thought horribly. He can imagine in his mind what could happen if he was not able to please Fuuko this day. He smirked as he remembered something.
"Kirisawa Fuuko, what's up today?" her chief asked.
"What?" he asked with her eyebrow raised. She opened her office door and an intoxicating scent filled the air. "Tokiya!" she gasped happily, touching the trail of rose petals on the floor, and smelling the scent of the bouquets on her table. "I didn't think that you knew. This is what I really wanted…"
She took a piece of paper in her drawers and wrote, "Happy 100th day, Tokiya. Thank you…"
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Tokiya opened the door and he was almost knocked out of the blue as a purple-haired figure hurtled and embraced him. "Tokiya, you're so smart! I never thought you knew!"
Tokiya smiled, proud that he was able to please his love. "How about my gift?" he asked Fuuko as he broke the embrace.
Fuuko looked confused. "I don't have anything!" she admitted.
"Not to worry, everything's here," Tokiya replied, pulling Fuuko and kissing her once again.
Fuuko slapped him softly on the cheek. "You're taking it too much!"
"Well, why won't I?" Tokiya asked back, kissing her once again.
Fuuko broke from the kiss. "Let's go to the country this Saturday," she suggested.
Tokiya frowned. "Saturday?"
"Come on! Don't tell me you work seven days a week?" Fuuko said.
"You should be the one who should work twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week!" Tokiya spat.
"Think about it, or our 100th day will be our last day," she threatened darkly.
Tokiya smiled and said, "What do you think of me? Of course we will."
"I'll prepare my leave tomorrow," Fuuko reminded herself.
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