a/n: ok, I know that I cannot PM you all because I'm quite busy so I'll tell it here and here (I just hope that my story cannot be deleted).

I thank fuuko-san, obsessed dreamer, munlytangel, cagalli yula athha fangirl (woah! A long name!). eien kauso, we're the same but I cannot base this story to Tian Xia Di Yi. Oh, I'm really sad that my dear sister, Utara (yeah, we're connected) was not able to see this. But if anyone of you happened to watch the music video of Ni Di Di Yi, you'll know the story…

CHAPTER 5: FASTLANE

"Ma, I'm alright!" Fuuko reasoned. "Mr. Mikagami was there, he helped me," she said.

Tokiya frowned as she watched Fuuko pace back and forth the hospital room. "What?" I have to cancel this vacation? Hell!" she closed her phone and threw it on the couch. It missed and it fell to the floor, shattering.

Tokiya looked at her. "So, what will happen?"

"I'll go back to Tokyo and train," Fuuko said. "And you," she said further, sitting beside his bed, "will be my mentor. Is that right?" she confirmed.

Tokiya nodded. "Formalities exist inside the office," he reminded, touching her nose.

"Mi-chan, you're as cold as ever," she said.

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"And I never thought you had the skill with the sword," Tokiya said, attempting to duck her attack. They were sparring inside Fuuko's private garden.

Fuuko turned around as she avoided Tokiya's hit. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asked him worriedly.

"Are you scared, Senorita Fuuko?" Tokiya sneered, hitting a tree as Fuuko hid behind it.

"Mr. General Manager, remember, I knocked out five armed men with my sword," Fuuko reminded darkly.

"So?" Tokiya asked her. "Remember that I was trained when I was young," he also reminded.

"Then, I think we're talking good about that," Fuuko said nodding. Her now-brown hair was untied and she found some of it on the ground. "My hair!" she exclaimed.

She attacked hungrier, eager to hit his handsome-point, the hair. She was successful. Bits of his silver hair were found on the ground, next to hers.

"You'll pay for that," he sneered, attacking her. He pinned her to the ground but unfortunately, she pulled him with her.

"Aren't you a little comfortable?" Fuuko asked him.

Tokiya didn't answer. He was still busy inhaling her expensive scent. Because of that, Fuuko pointed her sword end on his neck.

"Aren't you a little fast?" Tokiya asked her, backing off as she placed her sword back on its sheath.

Fuuko's phone rang. "Hello?" she asked. "What? An urgent call?" She glanced at Tokiya for a sec then resumed her call. "Alright. I'll go there." She folded her phone and looked at Tokiya. "Buggers. They really want to follow me."

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"General Manger," Fuuko said while walking towards the conference room.

"Miss Chairman, everything's ready. The slideshow is waiting in the conference room," Tokiya said, pacing after her.

"Good. How about the samples?" she further inquired.

"Got it," Tokiya answered, holding a small velvet box.

She opened the door. "Good afternoon," she greeted in English, and everybody stood up from their seats. "Today, I'll try to ask you about the new designs for the latest jewelries Aereal Gems will release. Since you're all here," she beckoned Tokiya nearer and took the box from him. "I've noticed that people loved something that they can relate with other people. That's why we tried to make something unique for two people…"

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"I hate them!" Fuuko shouted, throwing her bag on a nearby settee. "They always want to get me into trouble," she said, putting her hands on her hair.

"Well, I can't blame them," Tokiya said. "Truly, the materials you used for the jewelries are too expensive. Even though they were meant for sentimental purposes, you won't expect average people to buy a pair of expensive sets," he said reasonably.

Fuuko glared at him. "Now, you're going with them," she said.

"Miss Chairman, don't you remember the life of an average human?" he asked her coldly.

"Fine, fine. But Mr. General Manager, even average people don't want a cheapstake. They cannot afford yet they want to buy glitters and crystals!" Fuuko said, imitating an act of someone staring "bling-bling."

"Don't worry, I'll help," Tokiya offered. "Those tiger-boards were giving you one more month to finalize this new product for the ads and etcetera," he said.

"Thank you, Mi-chan," Fuuko said, embracing her assistant.

Tokiya was surprised. He accidentally inhaled her scent and he was getting dizzy, he touched her soft, expensively-pampered hair.

"So, how are you going to help?" Fuuko said at once.

Tokiya shifted back to his intelligent nature. "We'll be taking surveys from ordinary people," he explained. "That will tell us what they want. Fuuko, remember that the Elite will only be composed of ten percent. We won't sell if we will only attract the rich. Usually, they do not even value sentimentality."

"I am starting to think that you are really smart, and not just a pigheaded dumbass," Fuuko said, folding her arms and approaching Tokiya. "So, do we have a deal?" she asked, holding out her hand to him.

"Deal," he said, taking the hand and shaking it.

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"Do you really think we have to do this?" Fuuko asked Tokiya.

"Of course. You're in disguise. It's safe," he said. "Just hold out your hand and aske them what is better, okay?"

"Okay," Fuuko saidi n approval. Moments later, she started getting the people's opinion about two pieces of jewelry, a simple necklace and another one adorned with different gemstones. As expected, more people were in favor of the colorful necklace.

However, a man in black approached her. "If it isn't the Senorita of Aereal Group," the man said.

Fuuko frowned. Eventually, someone tracked her down. "Damn! Why do they have to track me like this?" she asked herself. "Diversionary tactics," she breathed out. "Run!" she shouted. She ran towards the crowd to make things difficult for the man.

"Fuuko, what are you doing here?" Tokiya hissed angrily. "You're supposed to be in the target market area!"

"Mi-chan, do you want me to be the target area of those lack-wit bastards?" she asked him angrily, pulling his hand and running with him.

"We're we heading?" Tokiya asked her.

"To the car, you stupid pighead! We need help!" she said, running faster while looking at the sides and the back.

They rode the car, Tokiya on the side and Fuuko on the driver's seat. "Oh God! They're following us!" Tokiya told Fuuko.

Fuuko smirked and drove the car out of the speed limit on the empty road. The car almost turned upside-down. "I'll never ride a car with this woman as a driver again!" he thought as he clutched his forehead of headache.

Suddenly, he noticed that they stopped. He saw Fuuko going out of the car, carrying her own stock of weapons handy.

"You won't stop tailing me, you ugly brute," Fuuko said reproachfully. "Why don't you remove your mask and tell me who you are?"

"It's under orders," the man said.

"Then in my orders, I'll go get that mask off!" she shouted. She started gunning the man. He avoided the shots until the bullets ran out.

"Oh, the princess lacked her supply," the man sneered. He took a dagger from his pocket and started to go to Fuuko. She tried to disarm him. As she did so, however, another man went to her, advancing to her with a knife.

"No!" a voice shouted. Somebody caught Fuuko and narrowly avoided the knife. He gunned all the men down.

"Mi-chan!" Fuuko shouted, embracing him tight. She was shaking.

"Don't ever go to a battle field without backup," he scolded her, hitting her on the head.

She smiled. "At least you're there to help."

"Well, I didn't really plan to help you," Tokiya said seriously.

"You're not serious!" Fuuko said indignantly. She pulled him back to the car and said, "You drive."

"That's a good thing," Tokiya said, smiling.

a/n: that's a good thing. So please review!