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Thank you for reading and like I promised, this chapter will be longer. Oh, and I wanted to thank a very special person. And that person is...drum-roll...Skrblr. Skrblr gave me a wonderful quote and was so kind that allow me to use it. So thank you Skrblr, and I'm so happy that you read my story!
Chapter 6: Truth comes out...well sort of...
Mine stared, her mouth open and her eyes wide. "...What?"
Ayame sighed, but gladly repeated his tale. "What I said was: My apologies, Mine. I was dancing with the mannequins, you see, and one had such dreadful coordination that we both ended up crashing through the window."
Mine continued to stare, and she shook her head to try and register what her boss was saying. "Boss ...are you telling me that...Hatori-san...believed this story?"
"Of course not!" He said happily and laughed as he remembered the night before.
"So what happened?" Hatori asked, wiping sweat from his brow.
"My dear Hatori. Why, I was dancing with the mannequins, you see, and one had such dreadful coordination that we both ended up crashing through the window." Ayame laughed at his own story.
Hatori stared. "Do you really expect me to believe that stupid story?"
"...Well...yes." Ayame said simply and smiled.
"Then why are there cops? Why are your dresses on the floor with holes in them! And why is every window broken!" Hatori yelled, trying to hold on to last bit of sanity.
Before Ayame could come up with another tall tale, one of the deceive's found his way to them, and addressed Ayame.
"Mr. Sohma? We have collected all of the bullet shells and we will inform you when we have caught the assasin. Would you, in the mean time, like a police around you at all times?"
"No, no. That is quite alright! It will not be necessary." Ayame stated cheerfully and waved his hand close to the deceive's face. The detective backed off and rose an eyebrow. Ayame continued, "But do not fret, I will inform you, my dear Watson, if this were to happen again. I am quite sure that this was a one time thing. And if it wasn't, I am also sure that your lovely Samurai-sword-swinging-self have scared them all off."
The detective looked as if he thought Ayame belonged into a mental house, but he kept his mouth shut. He nodded and walked off. Soon there were only about five detectives left and they were all investigating Ayame's shop.
Hatori turned back to Ayame. "Dancing...huh?" His sanity slipping away.
"Well..."Ayame felt his face redden and his hand, unconsciously stroked his long, white hair.
Hatori rolled his eyes and noticed the cut on Ayame's neck, and his face turned pale. "Ayame! Your neck!"
Ayame also turned pale and clasped his hand over it. "It's nothing!"
"Why are you lying to me! Bullets, assasins, and your neck slit! That is an artery! Someone tried and almost succeeded in killing you!" He lashed out.
"..."Ayame gapped at a loss for words.
As he was now. But he simply smiled. "Do not fret my dear, Mine. I will fix the shop soon."
A/N: So... there is chapter 6. Like I said it was longer, right? Right! laughs And don't worry the next one is going to be longer. Well, I hope you all enjoyed the story and thanks again, to all of you for reading my fanfiction. And thank you Skrblr. Well then, bye-bye!