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CHAPTER 3: AS I SEE YOU

"It seems like our Senorita is enjoying herself," the old caretaker of the private resort said. "Young man, maybe you should follow her."

Tokiya nodded. He ran towards the woman who ran around the beach, laughing furiously. He watched Fuuko as her now-purple-again hair was reflecting the rays of the sun. He was captivated by her beauty. However, he controlled himself and broke his admiring silence of the goddess, yes, a goddess and edged nearer. "It looks like it's your first time to go here," he said.

Fuuko turned around and upon seeing Tokiya, diminishing her happy nature. "It has been a long time," she said, climbing out of the water with the assistance of Tokiya, and to her beach mat. "Mother – my new mother – won't let me go anywhere in the States," she said, cuddling her knees. "When I was young, I hoped to go there and see the wondrous places they could give my eyes, but now, I'm a prisoner in my own house!"

"You cannot blame her," Tokiya said, comforting her. "She's just taking care of you."

"Hell! I'm getting pale because of that," Fuuko said, laughing in her statement that is supposed to be dramatic. She looked at him. "Even the sunset, I haven't seen it as long as I remember, Mi-chan," she said, smiling as she called him by the name he missed to hear. "I really wish that my foster parent is not as rich as Madame Shirowa," she said.

"Well, I really think you have to enjoy this three-day stay," Tokiya suggested in a tone unknown by him, but it rather looked like he was cheering her up.

Fuuko smiled as she looked at the sea. "Not without you, Mi-chan," she said, standing up and dusting herself.

"Me?" Tokiya asked.

"Yes, and that's an order," she said pulling Tokiya towards the water. At first, he was reluctant. However, as he saw the light of happiness in her eyes that he didn't see at the plane ride, he was overwhelmed and tempted to plunge to the water.

"Chase me," Fuuko said, holding him by his clothes. He smelled her seductive scent. With that, he enthusiastically chased her around the shores.

He was faster than her; he caught her by the waist, causing her to lose her balance and fall on the sand. Tokiya also fell as she held his arm, ending up on top of Fuuko.

"I didn't know that you can now outrun me, Mi-chan," Fuuko said, smirking.

Tokiya laughed, making him inhale her tempting fumes. "You just lack exercise. You told me that you're locked up in your room, didn't you?"

"So, that's the secret, I became weaker," Fuuko said, pouting like an offended child.

"But you became a woman, more beautiful," Tokiya said. One more inhalation of her perfume, and he'll be spilling the beans like crazy. Fuuko's scent was a truth potion for him…

"Huh?" Fuuko asked, bewildered but blushing. Tokiya's lips were lowered to hers, causing them to be a centimeter or so apart. However, she remembered something… she turned her head away from his face and pushed him softly away.

Tokiya was hurt and guilty at the same time. "I'm sorry, Senorita Wendy," he said formally, standing up.

"It's alright," Fuuko said, standing like a drunkard. She was confused and dazed about the certain should-have-happened. "If you don't mind, I'll go back up," she said.

"Okay," Tokiya said.

"And Mi-chan?" Fuuko said once again.

"Yes?"

"Don't call me Senorita Wendy when we're alone together," she said, smiling sadly as she walked up the hill of sand and up to the rest house.

"When should you know that I loved you from the start, Fuuko?" Tokiya thought as he packed up the remaining things and headed back up to the manor.

A/N: That's all I can give now. Please don't say that my story is plotless. It has a plot, promise!