A/N: Sorry it's been taking me so long. I hit a writer's block, and I had finals (which I still have more to study for as I type this) and... yeah. Hope you all enjoy this!


Chapter 7

As I walked down the sidewalks of the busy town, I tried to search for a hotel. It didn't take too long to find one, but it would be hard finding one that didn't look like it cost $1000 a night.

I once made the mistake of stopping in the middle of the sidewalk so I could look around at the shops, and a man bumped into me through the crowd. I stumbled and appologized, but he just glared at me as if I was a rat, and grumbled curses like, "Stupid tourists." and walked away.

It was odd, trying to belong in this country. Everyone sounded so forgein. I mean... I had taken English in school, but I had barely scraped by with an average B. English was really hard, and I much rather prefered Japanese. Americans talked so slow. And there were slang terms and double meanings for everything.

I soon found a hotel with reasonably priced rooms, and rented one for the night. I didn't really know quite what to do with myself after that. I was in a whole different country, and I didn't know what to do. How sad is that?


I'm not going to go into any boring details. Because there are more important things that must be dicussed since I last explained my situation.

Because now I'm in the arms of a complete stranger, after almost being raped by some old, Italian dude. See, I was in this casino, NOT drinking and NOT gambling, but just hanging out. And the old man came on to me, so I left, but he followed me WITH his thugs, and they chased me down the boardwalk, AND over to the hotel and... yeah.

Then I actually ran into someone when I entered the hotel. I hadn't realized that when I had wanted to run faster, I had actually been slowing down somewhat. When I should have run a man over, I practically collapsed against the feel of them.

"Whoa..." The deep voice of whoever caught me was almost comforting. I felt strong arms holding me up, and felt... well, safe. Then I heard the doors open, and the sound of men breathing heavily.

"Excuse me, sir," the voice of a familiar, creepy, old man said. "That girl belongs to me."

What was I, a dog?

"She is a human being," the kind stranger said, his voice harsh. "She belongs to no one."

"What I mean is..." the old man struggled to catch his breath and sound sophisticated at the same time. I had to give him and his goons credit for running so fast though. "She has something of mine."

"What is it?" The stranger questioned. It was then I recognized the Japanese accent.

"Uh..." the old man coughed. "Some money she stole from my casino."

"She has done no such thing," the stranger said with a rather convincing tone. I felt one arm leave the hold of my body, and sawthis mantake out a wallet from his back pocket. He held it up so they would see it. "I am a police captain, and an undercover agent assigned to protect this girl as she does our facility a few favors. Her actions and behaviors while in the United States have been, and will continue to be, carefully monitored. So far, I have seen no theft."

The old man was just as stunned as I was. "Uh... b-but-"

"Would you like me to bring you down to headquarters, sir?" The stranger asked, practically spitting out the word 'sir'.

"N-no... that won't be necessary." With that, I was left to the stranger, and the old man exited in a huff.


I must have fainted or something after the old man and his goons left. I can remember the kind stranger asking if I was alright, but I didn't respond. I passed out instead. Now my neck hurt, I felt a headache coming on, and I was lying in a bed. Problem being, I didn't know who's bed I was lying upon.

I groaned at the throbbing pain in my temples, but opened my heavy eyelids. I had to blink a few times, because it was still dark, and my eyes had to adjust to the light change. I heard some small noises and managed to heave my upper body upward. I rubbed my head and looked around to see a small light coming from the bathroom of my hotel room.

Wait... how did I get into my hotel room. And how did I get into my bed?

As an answer, a man emerged from my bathroom and looked at me. The worst part about this was... well, he was kind of drying his hair with a towel, and... his shirt was kind of off, and... his jeans were set really low so I could see his boxers, and... he wasn't bad looking, but...

No, none of that was a bad thing. The half naked guy standing in my hotel room after just taking a shower was not a bad thing. The bad thing was that I knew who the half naked man was. All I could do was stare, with my mouth hung wide open.

Satoshi Hiwatari weakly at me. "Sorry... I hadn't showered today. Do you mind?"