a/n: this is one of my most boring chapters. Actually, there's nothing in it.
CHAPTER 4: EARLY END OF VACATION
Fuuko was sitting on the terrace, feeling the cold wind caress her face. "I never thought I'll see you again. But why now, Mi-chan?" she thought hopelessly, holding her head as it ached with her thoughts.
"Oh, what kind of life did I live in?" she asked herself. "I know that the reason why that Shirowa adopted me is to have me marry some business tycoon! She'll do the same fro Ganko!"
She stood up and she was about to close the sliding door when she saw something move in the shadows.
"Who's there?" she hissed, taking her katana on her bedside.
There was a crash and shattered remnants of her sliding door appeared on the floor. She had to duck to protect herself.
"Mi-chan!" she shouted with all her might. She stood up and started to fight off the man. The sword of the man fell on the floor with a clang. "Now, let's see what I can give you," she said arrogantly.
The man smiled (though it wasn't obvious, he's wearing a mask) and took a gun out of his pocket. Fuuko ran behind her bed and carried it up just in time when the man started firing. She took her gun from beneath the bed and exchanged shots with the unwelcome visitor.
The man was blasted dead but Fuuko could see that there were others coming. She got out of her room and found Tokiya standing by the corridor, fighting by hand another black-dressed man.
"Here!" she shouted, gunning the man down. She threw another gun to Tokiya. "How did they spot us?" she asked him.
"I don't know, I just heard you shout and I immediately went here!" he shouted back, his voice drowned by the unstoppable gunshots.
"Guess we should end this vacation earlier," Fuuko sighed, leaning back to Tokiya.
"Sorry, but the princess of the Aereal should," Tokiya smiled back.
They started to run away from each other, gunning everyone out of the way. "You're good!" Tokiya remarked.
"I have to train… safety," Fuuko said. "Let's see who gets the most number of these munchkins, agree?" she dared.
"As you say so, Your Highness," Tokiya joked, his tied silver hair falling down to his shoulders, one of the men managed to his ponytail.
"Argghh! They're too many!" Fuuko muttered, running post to post, avoiding the shots. She took the knives from the bar table and threw them like darts to the men-in-black. "That's three," she said without guilt, kicking the bodies out of the way.
"Howdy?" she gasped as another man entered the kitchen. She shot him three times and he fell down dead. She took her katana, which she held all the time, and took the sword form its cover. "Let's see how this works," she said hungrily.
She ran back to the house to find Tokiya. She passed through five gun-armed men and she just passed through them like wind, slashing them crazily. She ducked as one of them tried to shoot her.
"Mi-chan!" she panted, gunning the man at the back of Tokiya. "Don't ever fight on an opponent's back, you idiot!" she scolded the lifeless man.
"Are we done?" Tokiya asked her.
"Got eighteen of them," Fuuko boasted.
Tokiya frowned. "I think I got twenty, and then I lost count," he said calmly.
"Look out!" Fuuko shouted, gunning the man approaching them. However, Tokiya was hit by a shot before the man fell dead. "Mi-chan! Mi-chan!" she shouted, shaking him.
"Hey, don't move me like that, you'll kill me!" he said, whining in pain.
"I'll call Miss Anata," Fuuko said, picking up the intercom.
"Yes, Senorita?" the old woman said through the phone.
"Thank God you're safe. Please help me here!" Fuuko shouted. "Men came and Mi – Mr. Mikagami got himself in trouble!" she said.
"I'll go there. I'll bring the other guards," Ms. Anata said in a hurry.
Seconds later, the guards carried Tokiya to the car and to the hospital. Ms. Anata was holding Fuuko, who was shaking badly. "Did you two take them down?" she asked her Senorita.
Fuuko nodded silently, shaking horribly. "If I'm alone, I could have died even though I have the capacity. They're too many. It's unexpected." She sat down. "Now my vacation's ruined!" she shouted like a little kid.
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