a/n: (teary-eyed) thanks for the reviews, and I'm telling you all now. This is the reason why I'm giving this story a new genre… TRAGEDY… please don't leave the story after reading this chapter. This is not the end, certainly… love will not end here, it will end on the twelfth chapter. So please don't abandon me…

CHAPTER 8: HER FRIEND'S DECEIT

"You are sent to this one, Mr. Okata," the chief told a man who took the folder held by the chief and saluted before leaving. "Oh, and Ms. Kirisawa will be with you," he added.

"What?" he replied, sweating cold.

Fuuko went inside the office and bowed. "So, aren't we going?" She opened the door once again before proceeding outside.

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"Fuuko, can you go at the same place?" Tokiya asked Fuuko by the phone, scanning the pages of a certain book.

He could hear that Fuuko was panting. "Not today, Tokiya. We have to…"

Tokiya almost dropped the phone when he saw Fuuko running so fast in front of the glass window. He pocketed the book and got out of the restaurant, running after Fuuko and his partner. Her partner fell but she didn't seem to notice it, she kept on running.

"Are you alright?" he asked the guy.

He looked at him and immediately recognized him. "Prosecutor Mikagami, Fuuko's on a chase with Iyono Maki."

"The crazy drug lord?" Tokiya asked for confirmation, his head swirling with horrible images.

He nodded. "Fuuko is careless of her acts. She'll be in trouble if…"

He wasn't even finished when Tokiya stood up and ran after Fuuko. "You brat! Where did you go?" he asked worryingly under his breath. Finally, he saw some tracks and found himself standing in front of a dark warehouse. He climbed the wall and accidentally cut himself with the glass pieces on top of it when he heard several gunshots. He hastened his movements but still as silent as a feline. He hid behind a tank.

"Iyono! You can't escape!" Fuuko shouted from behind a post, exchanging gunshots with the man.

The man merely stuck his tongue out and made gestures with it that will make anyone make a face of disgust. He shot a bullet that caught Fuuko by the shoulder. She was limping as she tried to chase the culprit who freely ran out of the warehouse. She aimed a shot at Iyono but he merely jumped. Instead, she saw another figure in the dark, slowly falling like a silver drop of snow from a tree.

"Tokiya!" Fuuko shouted horribly. She ran forward and held him close. "What did I do?"

"Fuuko," Tokiya started. She touched his wound, direct at his chest. "You never miss a shot, do you?" he said jokingly. He touched her cheek softly.

Fuuko could feel that his breathing had become ragged. "Don't give up, Tokiya, I'll call for reinforcement," she encouraged, tears falling on his hands that are still holding her face. She took her (a/n: oh puh-lease! What do you call that thing?) two-way radio and started to speak in a voice determined to choke her cries. "Reinforcement! Here in District 406. We need backup," she said urgently (a/n: aba! Feeling police!).

"No need, Fuuko," Tokiya said, ever so faintly. She felt that the wind started to get him. It was getting stronger. "She's here to get me," he said, as the wind started to blow to a breeze.

"No! Can't you see, Tokiya? I killed you! I killed you!" she shouted hopelessly. She repeated her call for reinforcement, this time, she was shouting and crying. She noticed a movement of shadows at the side, whispering. But then, the shadows were gone.

"It's no use, Fuuko!" Tokiya tried to shout out with his same I-don't-need-help voice he used to have.

"No," she whispered, shaking her head. The wind was getting colder. Before, she loved this wind. Now, she was scared. "Get away!" she shouted at it crazily. "You got me before, you won't get him away from me!" she said, holding Tokiya tight. However, she felt that his breathing had deceased.

"I love you…" he said faintly as he let go of her face.

a/n: once and for all, please don't leave this story because the love doesn't end here. To explain the chapter title, if I tell you that the one who took Tokiya away from Fuuko was the wind?

Please review and please don't send flames, I'll make it a campfire…

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