Hi guys! Welcome to the fifth chapter of "Outburst". Hope everyone is safe and sound.

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So...here's the next chapter.

Warning: Cringe...very cringe fights. Don't burst out laughter while reading them :P

Enjoy!

Dark, silent and eerie the lane was. Bound in two separate rows of high, sky-touching buildings, it was so narrow. Murk was hovering in its mute air. Even if a pin were dropped, its sound could also be heard. Sometimes. the shining stars in the evening blue were trying to send some flickers and enlighten the atmosphere but their attempts were failing, thanks to the outstretched edifices standing almost touching one another. Amidst them, the mother was returning her home with her daughter, holding her hand. In another palm of her, there was a polythene bag of tablets and capsules. While walking through the track, her breaths were getting choked. Yet, she continued moving on, ignoring the bizarreness of the alley.

"Halt!"

Without any warning, a group of people stood before them. All their hair was ruffled, crossing their necks. Eyes were bloodshot and intoxicated as if they'd been used to consuming drugs or alcoholic stuffs. Ragged cloths covered their brawny bronze bodies, wrists held metal bracelets and ears possessed single hoops. Most of them had different-sized knives in their hands or the pockets of their torn pants. They surrounded the mother-daughter duo from all the directions, not giving them a chance to escape from the place. The lady gasped finding no way to flee, her sky-blue haired daughter hugged her tightly in fear. Seeing it, the goons giggled.

"Who…who are you?" Misaki didn't remove her hands from her daughter, "What do you want?"

"Madam, shouting will not help us," One of them smirked, lustfully gaping at the sixteen-year old girl, "So, give us whatever you have."

"Look, I'm returning from the doctor's chamber after my daughter's checkup," She nervously spoke, "At this moment, I don't have anything to give you except the medicines. Please, leave our way."

"Don't worry, ma'am," The leader viciously chuckled, "I myself will feed her the medicines. That's why, we need her."

Not letting them step back, he caught the wrist of the teenager and pulled her forcefully, completely separating her from her mother. His companions grabbed the arms of the older lady and others lifted the girl up on their shoulders. In the sudden event with and around her, Ayaka's throat dried. She screamed, "Mom! Save me!"

"Spare her!" Misaki cried, trying to rush to the goons who held her daughter captive. But another thug pushed her cruelly on the ground. Her forehead thumped the brick-made territory near a building. Immediately, it received shallow but quite a long cut there. With one hand, she clutched her temple, biting her inner lips in pain. She started feeling dizzy, losing all the strength to stand up and fight back for her daughter. Before her eyes, the sky blue-haired girl was being dragged away by the goons. Unfortunately, she could do nothing to save her except praying for the life and dignity of her child.

Being an answer to her prayers, a silvery blue BMW entered the lane unexpectedly. Seeing the chaos, the dwarf driver of the vehicle wanted to drive it in another direction but the rider didn't let him do that, "Stop the car, Daichi."

"But ma'am…." The driver come secretary tried to object, only for getting yelled by his mistress again, "I said, stop the car!"

"Okay…" Murmuring, Daichi parked the car as the brunette got down from it, opening a door. She'd been returning from the gym after her daily workout. Obviously, she was in her usual white leggings and black singlet under a baby-pink three-quarter-sleeved cotton coat. Her hair was tied in a tight ponytail, a semicircular pink fabric hairband surrounded her head. As a thug threw the polythene bags of the medicines away, quickly, she captured it in her hands. Handing it to her secretary, she put off the jacket and tied it around her waist. In front of her eyes, the schoolgirl was writhing to be free from the grasps of the molesters but failing again and again. With pleading eyes, she looked at the brunette. As the chocolate-haired girl saw the pain in those orbs, she couldn't hold herself back. Clenching her teeth, she progressed to them.

Seeing the situation which wasn't in their favor, a brute left the teenager and rushed to the elder girl. Free, the schoolgirl hurried to her injured mother and hugged her, helping her stand up. The ruffian raised his hand to hit the brown-haired but she caught his wrist firmly and kicked at the gut of another. The third one held another hand of her but she threw him away with another kick. Not leaving the hand of the first one, she twisted it and dumped it on her knees. A crack could be heard as she pushed him back. Immediately, his knife got tossed away since her secretary caught it, jumping.

The fourth raised his knee to her face but she blocked it, pulling her elbow up. Booting him, she pinned him against the wall and punched at his eyes. Wheeling, she placed a karate chop at one's neck who'd been coming to attack her from behind. Thrusting him to another barrier, she struck his private part with her knee. Nipping his t-shirt, she dropped him on the ground. Backing her, the sixth grappled her arms. In the same state, she hopped back and trampled his feet hard. As the assaulter left her, the brunette rotated in 180 degrees and clutched his throat, twisting it and dropping him by her side. Another penknife got flung away in Daichi's hand.

The seventh clasped her waist but couldn't hold her anymore as she hit his knees. As he collapsed, she jumped on him, her feet landed on his abdomen. Spiraling, she discharged two more blows at his jaw. A skilled and experienced fighter she was, not getting defeated before the roadside thugs. Gulping, the last criminal scurried towards the mother-daughter duo but found the dwarf redhead who pointed the tip of the fallen knife at him. Glaring at him, the secretary threatened, "If you take a step more, I swear I'll slaughter you more perfectly than the butchers do their animals."

Swallowing, the brute ran back but Daichi wasn't the guy to leave him so easily. He felt that his honor would be doomed if he didn't show some heroism too like his mistress. As the brunette returned to the unknown lady and her daughter, fatigued and completely soaked in sweats, she didn't find the redhead there. Deeply breathing for receiving enough oxygen which she had missed during the fights, when she looked forward, she saw him desperately running behind the escaping goons with a switch-knife in his hand, targeted at them, "Hey, motherfuckers! Where the hell are you fleeing like chickens, huh?"

"Daichi!" She yelled, keeping her hands on the sides of her hip, "What the hell are you doing there behind them? Come here!"

Sighing, the dwarf returned to his mistress. Clenching his fists and dropping the knife, he complained, "Ma'am, hadn't you stopped me, by God-I would have incised the bodies of those fucktards into pieces and dump them into a river, I swear!"

"Mind your language, Daichi!" Hilary raised her index finger, "Don't you know that I don't like them?"

"Oh…sorry…" Muttering, he bent his head down. Looking at the mother and her daughter, the brunette gave a peaceful smile with her sweat-drenched face as the elder lady patted her head affectionately, "May God bless you, my child."

"Where will you go, ma'am?" She offered, "Let us drop you there."

"No, my girl," Misaki tried to reject it gently, "You have already done enough for us. We can reach home safely, don't worry."

"Nope, ma'am," Daichi shook his head, "Goons are roaming in all the lanes and streets. No place is completely safe. Let's go from here."

After it, Misaki couldn't reject Hilary's offer. Smiling, she stepped in the BMW.

"Uh oh…" The brunette rubbed the antiseptic cotton boll on the wound carefully, "You've got so hurt."

"I'm fine," Misaki placed a hand on her shoulder, "Are you okay? Did you get hurt while fighting, sweetheart?"

"No no, ma'am, not at all," Hilary shook her head, sticking a band-aid to the cut, "I've been used to those hits."

"Miss Hilary!"

The sky blue-haired girl cheerfully entered the living room with a ceramic tray. On it, along with a cup of tea, there were some biscuits and binjam buns on half-plates. She kept it on the center table as Misaki made some place for them, removing the first aid box.

"What are these?" Hilary asked, curious and surprised.

"Some light meals for you," Ayaka beamed, "Fighting with those goons, you must have become so tired and hungry. You need to eat now. Besides, mom herself prepared these binjam buns. If you eat them, you will never forget their taste, you know."

"But…" The chocolate-haired girl hesitated a bit.

"No ifs and buts, dear," Taking the platter of the buns, she lifted a piece of the cakes and gently pushed it into Hilary's mouth which she heartily accepted, "You've come to the house of a poor mother. If you go from here without eating anything, she'll be hurt."

While taking the first bite, Hilary crimped. She went silent, not able to protest or say anything. As she chewed the soft bread, her tongue savored the taste of the food cooked by a mother. In Tachibana residence, the cooks were so skilled and experienced that they could prepare every dish deliciously. Though they could easily fill her stomach and please her tongue, they could never satisfy her heart. Sometimes, annoyed, she herself cooked and ate. Yet, they felt less to her. Today, when she was tasting the binjam ban prepared by Misaki, she felt as if she'd been devouring the cake baked by her own mother. In the affectionate face of the mother of her lover, she tried to discover and remember the look of her dead birth-giver but failed. Unknowingly, the secretion of her lacrimal glands started.

"Ma'am, I-I don't know," She bit her lower lip, "I don't know what the love and affection of a mother and a sister are. I have no idea how they are sensed. Coming here, I've felt as if I got the affection of my mother which I never received in my life."

"Aww….my child, don't be sad," Misaki stroked her cheek softly, "If you want, you may call me mom."

She went bewildered while delivering the sentence. The brunette who was sitting before her and sipping the tea was not only caring and kind, but also very energetic and brave. Her son also wanted such a girl as the companion of him throughout his entire life though he'd never admitted it to his mother. Yet, she knew it because a mother knows everything of her child. Deep inside, she desired, 'I wish this girl could be the life-partner of my Kai!' Not knowing that his son had already surrendered his heart to the anonymous chocolate-haired girl. Had she known it; she might have been happy…but for how long?

"Ma'am," Daichi entered the room as he'd become impatient while waiting in front of the car, "We're getting late…." He stopped when his eyes fell on the binjam buns, "I mean…...we are not."

"I think you aren't," Misaki chuckled and handed him two cakes, "You can also eat them son. You're looking hungrier than your mistress is."

"Sure sure, thank you so much, madam…." Not completing his words, the dwarf put both of the buns together inside his mouth, chewing it as his cheeks swelled up. Seeing it, all the women in the room burst out laughter.

"Pardon his bad manners, ma'am….." Hilary bit her tongue, "I mean…mom, he's always like that. But he's very good at his heart and helps me a lot in my chores."

"No problem, sweetheart," Misaki assured, "It's okay. Since you have called me mom, consider it as your own home."

"It means…" Her eyes lit, "I can come here whenever I want, cannot I?"

"Of course!" The raven-haired lady nodded, "You can come here whenever you wish, my girl. If you come, we'll be much glad. Besides, my son is not home today. For an important purpose, he had to stay in his hostel. Next time, I'll make you meet him."

"Sure, mom," The girl stood up, "Now, I have to go. Bye."

"Bye, my child," Misaki waved her hand after giving her a light but affectionate hug, "Take care and stay safe."

"Same to you," Returning the embrace, the brunette walked to the sky blue-haired girl. Hugging her too, she advised, "Don't be much afraid after it. We all have the strength to fight against the evil."

"You're such an inspiration for me, Miss Hilary," Ayaka's face wore a cheerful and relieved smile, "I will never forget you."

"Nor will I." Freeing her and waving at them, the brunette came out of the house along with her secretary. Watching her go, the mother prayed, unknown to the fact that she was the same girl who had saved the life of her son too, "May you be happy in your life, my girl."

"I had been concealing this news since a long time, Sir," Fusao showed his master another newspaper, "But now, I cannot hide it anymore from you. We have been doomed!"

"Doomed?" The brown-haired politician frowned, sitting on his black leather chair in his cabin as usual, "What has happened this time?"

"The paper has published the news of the factory of illegal powdered milk," The assistant displayed the unfolded paper before him, marking the black headline in the front page, "Check it once!"

Almost snatching the paper from the hands of his secretary, the political leader looked at it. It read, "Inedible powdered milk has spread all over the markets-involvement of powerful political leaders."

Gripping the newspaper firmly in his nails, he fumed, muttering, 'That backstabbing bastard!'

"No, my friend, not now," The purple-haired peacefully grimaced, leaning against the revolving chair in his office, "Don't be so restless. Nothing like that has happened."

"How will you prove that I'm involved in the business of this powdered milk?" Hachiro questioned, "Do you have any evidence?"

"If I published this news without any information or evidence, it would be a boomerang," Boris clarified, "Boris Balkov doesn't do these immature jobs, especially after his experiences with you."

His face darkened a bit, "I have suffered for 16 years, Tachibana. But you'll be hung, pal. No suffering, no pain. Sounds good, isn't it?"

"You won't publish this news," The leader warned, "What do you want in return?"

"Simple," The editor shrugged, "50%. You have already dealt with this billion-dollar business, it must be the dirt of your hand."

"Impossible!" Hachiro punched on the brown table, "You have no idea where I have to donate the shares of this business."

"No need," Boris rolled his eyes, "It's the personal matter of the thief wherever he hides or donates the partitions of his stolen goods. I'm only wanting the 50% of your business. Had you been good to me before 16 years, we wouldn't have needed to bargain!"

"Hmph!" The brunette gritted his teeth and fingers, looking down. He wanted to rip the disguised editor into hundreds of pieces or hand him to the police immediately, accusing him of publishing false news but his new rival was one step ahead of him, gathering all the proofs against him. In short, Boris was stuck at his throat like a fishbone. Neither he could pull it out, nor could he gulp it back.

"Calculations won't help you anymore, Hachiro," The purplette whispered, "If you want to be safe from my hands, don't do this business. Don't play with the lives of thousands of children in Japan."

"Balkov," Hachiro simpered at the hypocrisy of his old friend, "There goes a proverb in politics. Don't advise a drunkard when you're the owner of the tavern. See you."

Leaving the seat as well as the chamber, Hachiro was out of the sight of the purple-haired. The editor simpered, eyeing his attitude, "You know it well, Hachiro. I have principles, not beliefs."

After a few minutes of his thoughts and creepy plans, he had to stop them as someone called him, standing at his doorway, "May we come in, Sir?"

Boris looked there, raising his eyes. He caught the glances of a tall scarlet-haired boy who had asked for his permission to enter his room. With him, there was the dual-haired lad, silently folding his arms on his chest. He grinned at their sight. Before a few weeks, he had personally contacted to them and invited them to come to his office more often. With the young men, Balkov used to discuss about the current affairs of the country as well as the political state of the whole world. He could easily have impressed those university students with the depth of his knowledge and the disguised senses of so-called righteousness. Knowing that the slate-haired guy was the vice-president of one of the most renowned universities of Japan, Boris had inspired him a lot to carry on his tasks. In this way, the elder Russian had made them his followers, successfully hiding his true nature, motives and plans from them.

'Such useful puppets I have got,' He thought. Outside, he stood up with a beaming face, "Come in, my boys. I was waiting for you both."

"Sir, you're looking so happy today," Tala queried, "What's the reason?"

"Yes, Valkov," Boris put a cigarette into his lips, lighting it, much to Kai's disliking, "This one thing can be directed according to the wishes of a human being."

"For finding the meaning of your words," Kai frowned, "Even a linguist needs a dictionary."

"Hm…." The purplette puffed the cigar, "If this is, listen to me carefully. Doing politics blindly doesn't mean serving the country. You have to carry out some important social tasks, being ethical."

"How?" Tala asked.

"You must have read in the newspaper," White smoke came out through Boris's lips, "Inedible powdered milk is being found everywhere in the markets. Consuming them, our children are dying and getting handicapped."

"I wish…." Kai snorted, "I wish we could eliminate this problem."

"And I know we can eliminate it, my boy," Boris grinned, "That's why I'm telling you that you shouldn't be bound in the responsibilities of your university only."

"Tell us, Sir," Tala wanted to know, "Tell us what we should do in this case."

"It is as simple as water," The editor tittered, "Go and burn those barns!"

The outhouse was set almost at the edge of the capital. Hachiro Tachibana was shrewd enough to place it there so that nobody could know what actually used to happen in the factory. High walls around the building were hiding it from the rest of the world. So many lights weren't used to illuminate the environment at nights. The employees of the workshop started working after the sunset. Labels were attached to the pots and tins, having fake expired dates and prices. In the mornings, they were sold in the markets and brought by the common people. Like other nights, this time, the cartons were being lifted in the truck. With another container, a man was descending the stairs.

They were doing it as fast as they could. Agility was evident in their movements and actions. But faster the Russian bike-riders were who entered the bastion without giving the workers any warning. Yet, the staffs were prepared for these types of situations. Getting down from the truck, they hurried forward in the direction of the university students but they weren't less than their attackers at all. Seizing two of them, the redhead thrusted them to a wall and another two were in Kai's knuckles, thrown at the truck. Taking a hold at their heads by the hair, the slate-haired thumped them on the front glass of the vehicle. Wasting no moment, it crushed into hundreds of pieces. At the same time, leaping up, Tala placed two separate kicks at the faces of his enemies, grounding them right there.

Hopping over, Kai elbowed one's knee as Tala blocked a boot, grabbing the feet. Rotating him twice, the redhead threw him away. At the same time, following the bike, a navy-blue police van arrived there as two cops landed. Seeing the police, the thugs wanted to flee away but the university students clasped their wrists firmly, twisting their elbows back so that they couldn't move easily. Taking the workers from the learners, the cops put hand-cuffs around their wrists and tied their waists with a rope.

"Thank you so much," One of them addressed, "If you didn't come here, this artificial powdered milk would destroy the markets and the lives of common people."

"The thing should have been done by you, Sir," Kai breathed, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead, "Then, these goons could never have succeeded in their business."

"Yes, I admit my guilt," The inspector nodded, "But their location was too tough for us to find. Today, you have made it easy."

"Then, the rest is yours," Tala huffed, "Kai, shall we go?"

"Hn." Nodding, both the friends got on the bike and started it, not forgetting to share a hi-five before it. The cops became busy in investigating and searching for illegal chemicals in the rooms and every corner of the building since the black two-wheeler became dissolved in the darkness of that night as suddenly as it had come.

"Strange!" Hachiro fumed, "The police couldn't catch them but the students caught them and handed them to police? Who are these students?"

"Brooklyn was saying that…" Fusao replied, "They all are the enemies of Brooklyn. They are the students of Tokyo Institute of Technology."

"Hmm…." The politician massaged his chin, "I want to talk to that VP."

"So…." The assistant scratched his head, "Shall we present him before you?"

"Definitely!" Hachiro blew on the table again.

"So, your widowed mother is a teacher," The politician concluded, "And your younger sister is still in a school, right?"

"Hm," The slate-haired nodded, "You're right, Sir."

"I see…." The tone of the brunette was quite serious, "There goes a proverb in politics. If the base of the person doesn't become strong, neither the leadership can become successful, nor can the union be solid and sustainable."

"Pardon me," Kai objected, "But I think union becomes solid and sustainable centering the harmless ideologies which are beneficial to the common people and consumers."

"University-centered unions cannot contribute to the national phases," Hachiro gawked at him, "That's why we need a political party or a political union. Which party do you support? For which party do you work?"

"I'm free from the impacts of any certain party, Sir." This was Kai's reply, straight and frank.

"But only a party can give you an opportunity to do politics in national stages, boy," The brunette offered, "I'm proposing you to do the same."

"Huh?"

"I want to give the leadership of my student union to you, Kai," Hachiro tried to tempt him, "For it, how much money do you want per month?"

"Mr. Tachibana!" With a jolt, Kai stood up, "You're bargaining with the wrong person. I'm a student, not a commodity that can be bought with money."

Hachiro flinched, gritting his teeth. The eyes of the young man were much familiar to him. The same amethyst fire was burning there. The voice, the facial expressions, the style of talking-almost all the things resembled his old enemy's. Even after 16 years, the nasty politician couldn't forget him easily.

"You both have sold yourselves to black policies!" The dual-haired bit his lips, standing up from the sofa, "But this Susumu is not a good that can be bought ever. You both can go now!"

The slate-haired was also confused of the identity of the politician. His hair and eyes were resembling those of someone who was much closer to his heart….no no, who resided in his heart. Wait, they shared the same surnames. What did it mean? She had told him that her father was a politician too. Then…

"You're thinking wrong, Kai," Hachiro didn't give up, "I am not wanting to buy you. I am wanting you as the cooperative strength of my ideology."

"Ideology?" The dual-haired Russian wrinkled his brows, "What's your ideology? Those who buy votes and leadership with money, they are either black politicians or their assistants or the servants of the foreign lords!"

"Kai," The brunette still didn't lose his cool, "The whole nation knows that I am an independent politician. I don't come under anyone's impact."

"But talking to you, I have known something else," Kai shook his head, "Creating chaos all over the country, those who try to catch fish from unclear water can be known as terrorists, not political leaders!"

"Kai!" Now the politician lost his temper, "Do you want to tell me that I am a terrorist?"

"The man whose student union's leadership is in the hands of a terrorist like Brooklyn," The student retorted, "Cannot be thought as anyone or anything else. See you."

"Halt!" The brunette threatened the VP who was about to depart, "Don't forget that my workplace is spread all over the country while you are leading only a university-centered union. But after today, the students' union will become a curse for you. I won't let you direct the union in peace for a single day!"

"And you think you'll be successful in your conspiration?" Kai chuckled, "Well, we'll see them. See you for now."

Wheeling back on his ankles, the vice-president exited the room with vigorous and majestic footsteps, leaving the failed and fuming political leader behind him.

"There goes a proverb in politics," He seethed, "If you want to finish your enemy, crumble the ground underneath his feet. Kai Hiwatari, now you will realize how failure tastes!"

"We want a mediating election!"

"Give us election, give us election!"

"Tomorrow, TIT!"

"Won't open, won't open!"

These types of slogans were much common to the students of Tokyo Institute of Technology. When the rally led by the orange-haired was proceeding through the stairs, the general learners were peeping at them standing at the balconies. They could not understand why a mediating election was needed because the national election still didn't take place. Usually, the program of the selection of the leaders and members of the central students' union happened after the national voting. The teachers were also astonished but couldn't open their mouth to protest, knowing Brooklyn's power and associations with powerful political forces. Seeing it, the tangerine-head grinned, recalling the words of his boss at the previous night:

"I will break that union!" Throwing two bags of money and cocktail bombs on the ground, Hachiro blurted, "Claim an intermediate election before the national election and be the leader of the new union. Don't worry about votes, I'll not let Kai win this time. At any cost, he shouldn't be the VP."

Completing two or three rounds around the campus, finally, the group came out of the territory and locked the gate with shackles. Putting the key into his pocket, Brooklyn turned as he faced a navy-haired boy. The class representative of 2rd year, WRE department, asked the notorious leader curiously, "Hey, why is the gate closed?"

"Hehehe…." Brooklyn chuckled, "Don't you know, Tyson-chan? A strike is going on in the university. No class will take place."

"Why?" Someone voiced, "Is this institution your own property?"

Turning his head right, the orange-haired saw the vice-president of the central students' union there. He was in his usual posture, crossing his arms and fiercely staring at him. Behind him, a lot of students were standing, being his support. Pushing them, a particular brunette came forward and stood beside him, holding his hand. Smiling at her once, Kai shifted his eyes to his rival, "Open the gate."

"Not so soon, VP Sir," Mocking, Brooklyn pulled out a shiny silver desert eagle from the left pocket of his jeans. Clutching the collars of Kai with another hand and pulling him towards himself, he pointed the gun at his forehead, freezing everyone's blood right there, "As long as this pistol is in my hand, the gate won't open."

The brunette was about to come forward for protesting but raising a hand, Kai stopped her right there. Neither she nor Brooklyn knew whom he was threatening. Not being nervous a bit, the slate-haired freed him and clutched the wrists of the orange-head. He knew that Brooklyn would press the trigger anytime. That's why, he rotated his hands towards the gate as the fingers of the terrorist applied force on the trigger. A bullet ran towards the lock and broke it.

Then? Another fierce fight exploded between the terrorizers and the common students. Unknown to the fact that those goons were her father's worker, the chocolate-haired girl also vibrantly participated on behalf of the general students, displaying her karate skills. As always, Brooklyn kept getting punched and kicked by Kai, unable to make his comeback in the showdown because of losing his pistol unexpectedly. Though Kai was giving a fair fight, he cursed his luck. All the teachers got down in the field one by one. Not trying to stop their students this time, they ordered the common learners to block the goons. The brunette grabbed one's head and struck it against a tree, knocking him out. As the scene fell in Kai's eyes, a smile rose in his lips though he was busy in whacking his own opponents.

'How angelic, fierce and energetic she is!' He thought, trampling another with his boot-worn feet, 'No…I was doubting her to be Hachiro's daughter without any reason. An angel cannot be born in the house of a devil like Hachiro. Besides, if she'd been his daughter, why would she have taken part in fighting? No no, her father must be another politician who is very benevolent and honest. And the surname? A lot of people will be found in Japan with the same surname. I was illogically worrying. Hmm….'

Four times kneeing the nose of Brooklyn, Kai flung him to his truck. In the same way, seeing no other option, the orange-head brought the sack of those cocktail bombs and started throwing them at the general students. Pre-planned it was, but the learners were also ready. Spreading his arms, Kai tried to protect as many as he could. They scurried towards the central field. Hilary stood beside him, not leaving him alone in the lurking danger. Dumping the last detonator, Brooklyn and his team fled away from the campus as always.

Once the environment became calmer, the students gathered at the center of the field. Deeply gazing at Hilary's determined ruby eyes, Kai held her hand firmly, feeling her fingers binding his with much acceptance.

Punching in the air, he shouted, "The black arms of the terrorists!"

"Break them! Break them!"

"The black arms of the terrorists!"

"Break them! Break them!"

Another rally circumambulated the campus. It belonged to peace, harmony and auspiciousness-much different from the previous one. All the time the brunette and the dual-haired were holding each other's hand, wordlessly promising to stay by each other's side forever; let the world turn against. The pure and blameless exultation of the general students filled the atmosphere with the vibes of sacred energy and the victory of the white sides. They chimed in the ears of the teachers like the eternal chants from the heart of the fearless and strong-willed. That day, along with all the learners of the university, they took another vow.

It was to protect the holiness of their educational institution, even if it costed their blood and lives. Kai knew that Hilary would be by his side in each and every struggle of him that he would make to preserve the cleanliness of their university. Hilary also learnt that Kai would put his life at stake for retaining the transparence of the institution. She decided that she would support him and help him as much as she could till the end, keeping all other things at another side. He had her life, she had his life and the university had both their lives, along with the heartbeats of thousands of common students.

We won't make any fake paradise on this earth,

Lured by the charm of any idyllic poetry.

With overjealous penchant for romance,

O my dearest, we won't celebrate our union.

We won't be weak, we won't be defeated,

We won't be frightened as we shall have each other.

We'll fight to honor our love in the arduous journey of life,

We'll rejoice our love in our brave, new world.

We will accept the dejection of down days,

We'll reject unwanted utopia, not asking for empty empathy,

If our boat sinks while crossing the river,

Facing death together fearlessly, we shall have each other.

So...how's it been? Good or bad? Boris has started using our heroes even without letting them know, noticed it? Whom will you support? Boris or Hachiro?

What's waiting for our heroes btw? Has Kai done the right thing disappointing Hachiro? Will Kai know it that he's being used by Boris? Will...our heroes be safe till the end?

Do read and review. Pardon the grammatical and the spelling errors. Take care and stay safe :D

Oh, I have published two poems "Confined love" and "Alphabetical amour". Please read them and review those who haven't read them yet. A lot of new projects are in my hands currently, a TyHil one shot within the next 2-3 days and a collaboration with Seafoam Green under Twilight (A JulKaiHil love triangle, you all will recognize the concept immediately after reading it). So, stay tuned for them. :P

-Misty ^_^ ^_^