a/n: it's been a long time and after that hibernation, this is my first update in anyway, here's the next chapter. I'm still having nausea because I'm really confused with the plot of this story and the plot of my new FoR story (which is unpublished). Happy reading. Oh, and thanks for the reviews. Love you all!

CHAPTER 5:

Tokiya parked his car in front of his flat and went to the other door to wake Fuuko up. "Monkey," he said, tapping her shoulder. "We're here. Don't make me carry you."

Fuuko merely shifted to the left when he held her. He continued on tapping her, his movements getting rough each moment. After five minutes of insistent tapping, Fuuko pulled his hand roughly, landing him inches from her face and on top of her. He looked at her momentarily. "Is this monkey really sleeping?" he asked himself.

He immediately pulled himself out and straightened out. With that, getting impatient, he started to shake her. However, there was no use. He immediately let go of her like an old ragdoll when he saw a flash of light and a guard. "That is not allowed here, boy," he scolded.

Tokiya placed his hand over his eyes because of the too bright light. "We're not doing anything. My companion, she's… err… asleep!"
"That's sexual abuse, you know," the guard said, going nearer.

"No, she just fell asleep and I have to wake her up," Tokiya retorted, removing his hands from his eyes and giving a death glare at the guard.

At that instant, the guard placed his flashlight down. "Then think, man. That is not allowed here. Carry her on your back, if that's needed."

The guard left, leaving Tokiya with the still sleeping Fuuko, now snoring lightly. "What am I going to do with you?" Without any choice left, he carried Fuuko (wedding stye, mind you) out of the car and he was shocked how light the girl was. He carried Fuuko to his apartment, handling carefully as though she was a fragile vase.

Tokiya heard some whispering from the doors afar. He shot a look and a group of girls tried to stop their giggling.

Tokiya passed through some doors to his apartment, which is the farthest door of all. He managed to hear two housewives whispering to each other. "Aren't they looking good?"

"Then, our neighbor is already married this night," the feedback came. "His wife is so dressed up."

"At least he has proven he's not gay."

Tokiya looked at Fuuko and realized that she was wearing a simple white dancing gown. He is also dressed up, but that is for the practice. With that, he became ashamed of himself that he sprinted his way to his door, immediately dropping Fuuko on the couch.

"Hey!" she shouted, sitting up, fully awake because of the fall. "Where am I?" She looked around and saw Tokiya staring at her in anger. "Mi-chan, what am I doing here? Is this rape?"

"In your dreams, Kirisawa. I believe it's possible that you are the one thinking about rape," Tokiya sneered.

"Tell me, then. What am I doing here?"

"Mametsuki told me that you left your keys in the school," Tokiya explained as he moved to the kitchen, brewing coffee. "You're a really clumsy monkey."

Fuuko, suspicious about this, searched her bag for her keys. "It's not here," she gasped.

"Yes, it's not there. So, I have no choice but to accept you in my abode," Tokiya said, sipping coffee.

"Aren't you going to invite me for coffee?" she asked jokingly.

"One answer. No," Tokiya said, slamming the door behind him.

"Hey!" Fuuko shouted, throwing one throw pillow at the door. "That is so rude of you!" She rolled her eyes as she realized that shouting all of her lungs out was no use. She made a sly face and decided to make Tokiya pay everything for it.

After placing her ears near Tokiya's door to hear if he's awake, she explored the small apartment and her eyes landed to the next room, which is locked. "Damn!" she hissed. Wanting to satisfy her curiosity, she slowly opened the door of Tokiya's room and tiptoed inside, wanting to find the key.

First of all, she looked at Tokiya's sleeping form. His peaceful state made Fuuko give an expression of a fallen angel. After sighing and smiling, she proceeded to her mission. She searched the key stand but she did not find the key matching the lock for the next door. She started to search the drawers but there was no key. Finally, at the lowest part of the wardrobe, she saw a box embroidered with velvet and beads. She looked behind her to see if Tokiya was still sleeping, and seeing that he was, she placed the box to the floor and opened it.

The first thing she saw was a shoe. A female dancing shoe with its heel destroyed. She frowned and placed it back to the box. She saw a smaller box and she opened it slowly. "What is this?" she asked herself as she took a small pendant. Clearly, the other half was not there. She returned it and took the next. It was an engagement ring. Lastly, she saw a picture, its face down. She picked it up and read the message behind. Since the letter was written in English, she did not understand it so she decided to turn it around. But before she could do it, she saw a shadow behind her.

"Curiosity killed the cat?" the voice behind said. Fuuko, her eyes wide with alarm, placed the picture down and looked behind.

"Hello," she managed to say cheezily. Before she knew it, she was being dragged out of Tokiya's apartment.

"You are born to destroy my life, aren't you?" Tokiya said coldly, though it is clear that his eyes were glowing with fire.

"No, I didn't mean it!" Fuuko lied. Other neighbors started to mill out of their doors and watch the scene.

"I don't care about your alibis. Touching other people's things is bad. And worse, it's my private property!"

Fuuko stood up and looked around. The other neighbors started to stare at her as though she was a battered wife. "What are you looking at?" she said with her usual attitude to the neighbors.

The neighbors, scared of her outburst, scrammed inside their apartments, leaving the corridor in silence.

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"Well, congratulations, Fuuko. You are successful making Tokiya's life a living hell," Mametsuki remarked, reading the morning newspaper.

"Is it on the news?" Fuuko asked, looking intently at the newspaper.

"No, silly," Mametsuki replied, placing the paper down. "He is not a superstar, and so are you."

"Oh, right," Fuuko said in relief. "But how did you know?"
"Oh, I'm a psychic," Mametsuki joked. "But seriously, touching his things kills him. You are lucky that he did not bury you alive. What did you see?" she said, acting like a celebrity talkshow host.

Fuuko smirked. "Mame-san, Tokiya's weird," she said, hiding her jealousy. "He's keeping a shoe…"

Mametsuki frowned. "A shoe?"

"Yes," Fuuko replied, nodding her head. "He's keeping a necklace and it looks like there is another half."

Mametsuki immediately held her chest but slowly relaxed her grip. "Then?" she asked in curiosity.

"He was keeping an…"

The door opened and Tokiya entered, fuming. "I cannot dance with her."

"No problem," Mametsuki said in a carefree voice. "Dance with me."

Tokiya stopped. "With you?" he stammered, his chest pounding slightly.

"Yes," Mametsuki replied, her chin up. "With me." Before stepping forward, she gave a glance of assurance to Fuuko. Fuuko nodded just to be able to hide her laughter, seeing what Mametsuki's glittery eyes meant.

"Serves you right," Fuuko muttered.

Tokiya silently led her out of the hall, totally shocked at Mametsuki's offer. "I thought you won't dance at all," he said.

"Are you saying that? Anything just to not let me dance with you," Mametsuki said, holding his hand tightly.

"No, it's just, I feel different," Tokiya said.

"You really do," Mametsuki whispered, placing her face inches from Tokiya.

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Fuuko, not knowing the things that run inside Mametsuki's mind, had been told to continue practicing the dance with another partner. She obediently followed, stealing glances at the largest hall where Tokiya and Mametsuki had been practicing. "Great Fuuko, your lifelong dream turning to ashes just because of an engagement ring," she muttered to herself almost everyday.

"Why the face, Fuuko?" Mametsuki asked as she met her protégée at the entrance steps of the institute. "Are you disappointed?"

"No," Fuuko lied.

"Hey, don't lie to me like that. I know that face. You are really disappointed because of that, aren't you?" Mametsuki asked. "That's all your fault. Never touch anything that you have no idea about."
"But you know me, Mame-san," Fuuko said, sitting on the stairs. "I can't just go without revenge."

"Why, what did he do?"

"He let me sleep on the couch. No considerations," Fuuko said bitterly. Mametsuki leaned closer to sit next to Fuuko and the latter noticed a tinkle and a flash of gold. "What is that bling-bling?"

Mametsuki looked at her chest and immediately closed her jacket zipper to cover it. "Nothing. Just an old gift from a friend."

Fuuko shrugged, stood up and straightened her clothing. "What's the point of practicing when I won't be dancing?"

Mametsuki turned around. "Well, Fuuko, remember that I love surprises. See ya!"