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Apologize for any grammatical errors
In a small motel room, dirty, secluded, away from the bustle of the seemingly never-sleeping city of Osaka, a teenage girl sitting with dreary eyes listening to a soft Chinese song.
Goodbye my love, 我的爱人 再见 ...
Goodbye my love, 相见不知哪一天 ...
Although the girl can't speak Mandarin and she doesn't understand the meaning of the song, but slowly, both of her eyes begin to water just because a piece of the first lyrics of the song.
Goodbye my love ...
Yes, she had indeed said goodbye to him, though indirectly. The one and only man she ever loved in this world.
Well, she was just seventeen. But, it looks like she will not know any other love in her life.
Not after this ...
There was a pang of regret that surrounded her now.
Has she done the right thing? Or ... on the contrary, she even worsened the situation?
The girl smiled bitterly, answered her own unspoken question. No! She's sure she's done the right thing! From what she knows, the enemies are very dangerous. She shouldn't endanger them anymore!
That is, look at her now! She was only seventeen, and in the blink of an eye, she's an orphan now! She doesn't even know who they are and why she suddenly becomes a prey, as if she is the villain, who have committed a vile act on them. She ...
Krrrr ...
Kazuha chuckled softly as she stared at her stomach that had just been asked for food. Well, she has not eaten anything since this afternoon and in fact she was not in the mood to eat either now, but ...
Krrrr ...
Kazuha sighed, when her stomach rings again. Now she looked around the small motel room until she found what she was looking for and walked over to it. She was actually quite surprised to find it in this room. Quickly, her eyes traced the crumpled paper containing the list of foods with no interest at all.
"All right, let's eat to live!" Kazuha murmured softly to nobody, then she picked up the phone.
A soft voice of a woman answered her kindly. "Room service. Can I help you, Madam?".
"Yes, I want to order a fruit salad and a cup of hot tea, please!".
"Thank you for your order! We'll send it within twenty minutes!".
And the line was disconnected.
Kazuha sighed once more and lay down on the dusty, narrow bed that was in the middle of the room, closing her eyes. The song was still playing softly, lulling her to sleep, when she heard the door of her room knocked. The sound of the knock was vague, as if hesitant at first, and then ...
"Room service!".
Yawning, Kazuha got up from the bed and walked to the door. "Yes, one moment!".
Just as she was about to reach for the doorknob, she suddenly realized something.
Isn't this ... a little too soon?
The lady on the phone had clearly mentioned her order would be sent in twenty minutes. But this ...
Kazuha looked at her watch hesitantly. Too bad she did not see the exact time when she ordered room service. But, is she fell asleep for twenty minutes?
Doesn't seem so ...
Kazuha swallowed as she stared at the thin board called the door, the only obstacle with anything on the other side. Somehow, she's one hundred percent sure, something, or someone behind those door, is definitely not a motel employee, who's delivering her room service order.
"Wait a minute!" Kazuha exclaimed then she ran to the phone, redial the numbers.
"Yes, Ma'am!".
Kazuha ignored the person behind the door, when her phone was answered.
"Room service. Can I help you, Madam?" The same female voice that had answered her first call.
"Is ... Is my order finished?".
"We're preparing it, Ma'am. We'll send it in five minutes ..."
But Kazuha is not listening anymore. Her eyes stared in horror at the door.
She immediately grabbed her phone and wallet. There's no time to pack.
Thank goodness her room on the first floor ...
Heiji Hattori has never felt this way before.
He doesn't want to eat, doesn't want to sleep, doesn't want to do anything. More precisely, he feels like a living corpse.
With a dreamy look, his hand was now squeezing slowly the amulet pouch made by Kazuha, which contained a piece of handcuffs that once had tied them both when they play as kids.
The amulet that he always despised and insulting before.
And now, this charm became very precious to him, more than anything.
After Kazuha died ...
Heiji gritted his teeth, annoyed at himself. Yes, he knows there's no point wailing now, he'll just look like a whiny kid. After all, Kazuha will never know his feelings for her, forever. He's lost his chance. But ... but ...
Oh God, isn't there another way? At least, please let him call her and tell her that he loves her!
Tempted by the idea, and also due to the loss of his common sense at that time, Heiji's tanned fingers ran through the number keys on his cell phone.
If he calls her now, will his call reach her in another world?
Well, that's definitely not possible!
However, even so, Heiji keeps calling her.
And ... How surprised he was when his phone was answered, by her.
"Hello?".
There's no way Heiji will failed to recognize her voice, ever.
"Ka-Kazuha?".
Kazuha was watching her motel room from a twenty-four-hour minimart, right across from the motel.
Luckily she had a chance to escape, because as expected, a burly man with both arms full of tattoos, breaking into the thin board aka the door easily just seconds later, which actually also uselessly installed there.
Quickly, the man checked the entire room and Kazuha watched in horror as he took a small revolver from his pocket and walked to the bathroom.
Kazuha did turn on the water tap, before she leaves the room through the window. For camouflage.
Four flashes of silent light, telling Kazuha that the man had just shot something that was not behind the covered bathtub curtain.
Her ...
Amidst the tension, Kazuha jumped as she heard her cell phone vibrate on the table in front of her. Almost immediately, she picked up her phone, without looking at who was calling her.
"Hello?".
There is no answer from the caller, whoever he is. Kazuha just realized her stupidity, for she was in a hurry picked up the phone.
Who knows who called her were those of the culprits?
It's too late to hang up. But then ...
"Ka-Kazuha?".
There's no way Kazuha will failed to recognize his voice, ever.
Oh yes, it's really too late to hang up!
A/N: Thank you very much for being patient (very very patient) to wait for the continuation of this story. To be honest, I did not expect that the story of Fate and Faith is quite popular (I'm sooo happy!) because I just, umm, wrote down what was on my head then, ehehe ...
I'll keep trying my best to finish all my stories, although surely, it takes time. For now, do please enjoy this chapter!