CHAPTER 10:

"Always the brave one," Mametsuki told herself as she watched Tokiya walk on the steps of the small dance school that was owned by Zashiki Chui. She sighed and started to drive away after that.

Tokiya opened the door without knocking, seeing the fewer than a dozen students taking their lessons. A girl went in front of him. "Sir? What can we do for you?"

"I need to speak to your directress," Tokiya said coldly, almost making the woman shake in fear.

"She's… she's not here," the woman managed to stutter.

"Ask her where she is," Tokiya said in a calm manner, though it was rather convincing to the girl's point of view. She hastily went to their phone and dialed her directress' number. She started to nod when (Tokiya supposed) Chui picked up the phone and whispered some words. The call was fast and the girl told Tokiya to go to a certain address.

"Thank you for coming," she managed to say when Tokiya snatched the piece of paper from her and strode out of the room, slamming the door shut, making some pieces of glass fall down the floor.

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"Hey, you witch! Who are you?" Fuuko asked, trying to move to get her blindfold off.

"Don't ask," Chui replied, taking a swig of vodka. "Or if you want to lose your limbs faster than expected, try to."

"Okay, then you're ambushing me for a fact that I'm better than you," Fuuko sneered. "You're jealous of my skills."

In anger, Chui slammed the glass on her table. "I am better than you!" she suddenly shouted.

"Temper, temper," Fuuko replied, tutting. "Maybe you covered my eyes because you're also uglier than me, concerning I'm beautiful."

"You…!" Chui replied, balling her hands to fist and starting to approach Fuuko. "I'll strangle you!"

"Ma'am, stop it!" a henchman said, pulling her mistress back.

Chui was fuming and panting in anger. "If I did not have you as a hostage…" she started to mutter.

The door suddenly opened, revealing Tokiya in front of them. "Oh, hottie," Chui said, her mood dropping. "So, you're here to save her, right?" she said, pointing at Fuuko, who was actually positioned between two slicing plates.

"What do you want?" Tokiya asked her in a cold manner.

"Well, I have only two conditions," Chui replied simply. "Number one, tell Nashi to close her dance school."

"Then?"

"Number two," Chui smirked, "give up the Tokyo Dance Fair. There is still an hour and a half before your pair would be disqualified."

Fuuko gasped. "No way!" she shouted.

Chui pressed a button on a remote and the slicing disks started to move towards Fuuko. "Take it, or leave with her, limbless," she said.

"No way, Mi-chan!" Fuuko shouted, trying to squirm.

"Give it up," Chui said.

"No," Tokiya replied in a monotonous voice.

"Now," Chui said once again.

"No."

"She'll lose her limbs," the stubborn woman said in a singsong voice.

"I said, no."

"I mean it."

"Then do it."

"WHAT?" Fuuko shouted.

Tokiya rolled his eyes. "You're just threatening me because you cannot do it!"

Chui tried to hide her horrified face. "Yes, I can!" She pushed another button and the slicing discs started to move in a faster pace. Fuuko sensing it, started to mutter all kinds of curses. Squirming once again.

"Now, you cannot join the contest for real," Chui said, rubbing her hands in contentment.

"Baka!" a voice shouted from behind. It was Fuuko.

"How did you escape?" Chui asked. "Men!" she called out. All her henchmen arrived, carrying weapons of all sort.

Fuuko whistled and put her hands behind her head. A henchman went near her but she easily took him down. One… two… three… ten henchmen, actually. She then sat down on top of one unconscious man and looked at Tokiya. "I'll leave her to you, Mi-chan."

"Hey! A gentleman would never hurt a lady!" Chui reasoned out, trying to look as innocent as ever.

"But you're not a lady," Tokiya replied. He was advancing towards the woman when Chui took out a gun.

"One more step…" she threatened. She removed the gun's safety (and now, I'm starting to learn how to use guns).

Fuuko stood up from her sitting position and shouted, "Mi-chan!"

Chui, distracted, looked away from Tokiya and turned to Fuuko. "You managed to…?" She was not able to finish her question because Tokiya started to fight for the gun with Chui. The two of them started to struggle for the gun and accidentally, it fired…

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"Damn! It's seven o' clock! Where are those…?" He suddenly stopped when he saw his sister struggling to breathe. "Nee-chan!" Yoichiro shouted, looking at his sister.Mametsuki held out a hand for silence. She held her chest and tried to grab air. "I'm fine," she said after a few minutes of gasping. She stood up… and fell down.

The secretary called an ambulance and the latter arrived fifteen minutes later. They carried Mametsuki on a stretcher, Yoichiro behind.

While in the ambulance, Mametsuki held Yoichiro's hand and said, "Am I going to die now?"

Yoichiro gasped. "No, nee-chan. You told me that you'll never die until you find your lifetime partner!"

"You still believe in that?"

"Yes, I always believed in you," Yoichiro replied.

"Then go back. I would leave the lovebirds to you…" Mametsuki replied with a smile, her grasp on her brother's hand loosening…

"Nee-chan!"

"Miss Nashi!"

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"What are we going to do now?" Fuuko asked Tokiya.

They looked at the struggling figure of Chui. Suddenly, a horde of men arrived. "We're going to handle this," one of them said.

"Who are you?" Tokiya asked.

"We were sent by Ms. Nashi here. Now go!" he roared, kneeling down in front of Chui.

"Is she that imaginative?" Fuuko wondered loudly.

"No, Fuuko," Tokiya replied. "She's just a paranoid geek," he said with a smile.

a/n: ok, that was a lame chapter. Maybe I'm just rushing to finish this so that I could put on my next fic. Anyway, please review. Flames are accepted but I have to be warning you: you cannot produce a flame without oxygen because it is necessary for combustion. Humans die without oxygen. Got it now? And yeah, we need friction to produce one too. Good luck!