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Important Note: I edited Chapter 10 because I didn't like some parts. It's nothing much, I just rewrote a small part of Reito's monologue to match things in this chapter and omitted the part where Shizuru cries (She's too tough for that!) It's up to you if you want to reread it…
Warning: Violence, swearing, and will probably have some girl-on-girl action in the future. All the good stuff. ;)
Disclaimer: Don't own a single darn thing, either James Bond or Mai Hime. T'is a shame, really..
Tokyo, Japan
Natsuki glowered at the surface of the bar counter. Her distorted reflection scowled back at her. She was tired and confused, and the alcohol definitely didn't help. Nevertheless, she motioned the bartender for another drink, ignoring his raised eyebrow.
Natsuki frowned in thought. Shizuru was like no one she had ever met before. The villainess was frustrating, devious, aloof, commanding…alluring, intelligent, witty, and drop-dead gorgeous. Generous, too, for she had given Natsuki keys to a limited edition MV Agusta bike for no apparent reason.
The agent groaned and buried her face in her arms. She was out of line to condemn Shizuru for her crimes. For the love of all that's holy, Natsuki was definitely going to hell when her exploits finally caught up to her!
Ah, well, maybe Shizuru will keep me company. Natsuki perked up at this thought. Oh, wait, she's still probably pissed off at me. Might have to hold off on the asking if she wants to spend her eternal afterlife with me. The dark-haired woman sulked.
Between the guilt and confusion she was feeling, Natsuki wondered if it was worth the time to figure out who Shizuru really was. And from the short time she had spent with Shizuru, the answer was hell yes.
Because, in all honesty, Natsuki believed that Shizuru was a good person.
She caught movement out of her peripheral vision and tensed. A figure had nonchalantly sauntered up to the bar and taken the seat next to her.
"Should I be concerned that you're drinking before noon?"
Natsuki turned her head slightly to acknowledge the person. "Mai Tokiha."
The familiar redhead grinned at her. "Surprised to see me?"
Natsuki smirked. "I'm more surprised that you didn't approach me earlier. I saw you tailing me a few blocks back."
Mai frowned. "You did? I thought I was being inconspicuous!"
Natsuki laughed and gestured at Mai's breasts. "I don't think anyone can miss those."
"Shut up."
Natsuki drained her glass. "So, Agent Tokiha, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
Mai shrugged. "When a prominent crime leader returns to Japan, accompanied by a British intelligence agent, my agency would naturally be curious."
"Naturally. So they sent you to keep an eye on me?"
"That's the idea. I'd appreciate it if you don't cause trouble while you're here."
Natsuki smirked and leaned in close towards Mai. "What's the matter? Don't trust me?"
Mai also leaned forwards, their lips almost touching. "…No."
Natsuki pulled back with a laugh. "Refreshingly honest. I almost feel bad that I have a policy of never sleeping with the same woman twice."
The corners of the redhead's mouth twitched. "A dreadful loss on my part, but I think I'll survive."
Natsuki rested her head on her fist. "I imagine you must be a little curious as to why I'm here with Shizuru Viola, of all people."
"Just a tad." Mai made the point of looking uninterested.
Natsuki furtively glanced around. "Shizuru Viola can prove to be very helpful against Reito Kanzaki."
Mai narrowed her eyes. "And her price?"
Natsuki grinned, pleased with Mai's quickness. "That's where you come in."
"Oh?"
"I need to know who assassinated Kenji Viola."
Mai looked thoughtful. "Is that so? I may have a lead, but she'll be reluctant to talk. It'll take some time."
Natsuki nodded. "I need another favor."
"Another? You're on a roll."
Natsuki scowled. "Can you give me access to your files on Shizuru Viola?"
"We don't have much. What would you like to know?"
Natsuki shrugged and avoided Mai's curious gaze. "Just information on her younger years, when she became a major leader in VCS, that sort of stuff."
Mai chuckled. "Ten years ago, if you wanted to read about Shizuru Viola, all you had to do was read the latest tabloids."
Natsuki's eyebrows rose. "Do tell."
Mai dramatically cleared her throat. "She went under the alias of Shizuru Fujino. Her father was founder and CEO of Fujino Enterprises, the legitimate branch of VCS. Shizuru Fujino was notorious in Tokyo's prominent social circles."
Natsuki's smirk grew. "Notorious?"
Mai nodded. "No one cares what rich kids do, so they're all fucking crazy, and Shizuru was the worst. Every night from when she was thirteen to roughly her early twenties, she would drink, start fights, do drugs, sleep around, go clubbing…you get the idea."
"Go figure."
Mai shrugged. "Fujino got embroiled in a huge scandal involving two other rich kids. Details are sketchy, since her father hushed things up pretty fast. Still, Tokyo got too heated for her, so daddy sends her off to England to finish her schooling. She comes back a year later, and she's calmed down a lot. No more Shizuru Fujino, Tokyo's poster child for debauchery and immorality. It's Shizuru Viola, lawyer and businesswoman, who starts to work at Fujino Enterprises, steadily making her way to the top. Then Kenji Viola is murdered, and bam!"
Mai slapped her hand on the counter for emphasis. "Enters Shizuru Viola the crime lord."
Natsuki looked pensive. "Interesting."
"We keep tabs on her, but more for precautions than anything else. Now I have a question for you."
Natsuki blinked. "Go ahead."
"What is Kiyohime?"
The MI6 agent frowned at her Japanese counterpart. "I was under the impression that Kiyohime is the name of the VCS branches under Shizuru Viola's control."
Mai shook her head. "Kiyohime is a group within VCS. It's an enigma; I've learned nothing about it from my informants except that it is a small, very specific group of people gathered for a purpose that only Shizuru Viola knows about."
Natsuki gave her a dry look. "You make it sound like a cult."
"Well, she is idolized by many…"
"Is Kiyohime dangerous?"
Mai shrugged. "Like I said, no one knows what it does. We're just taking precautions. Anyways, I'll meet you here at six with any information I may have pertaining to Kenji Viola's assassination. It won't be easy, mind you."
"Yes, but in exchange you'll have my undying gratitude."
Mai let out a disgruntled sigh. "I guess I'll have to make do." She stood up and winked at Natsuki before leaving the bar.
Natsuki realized too late that she had had another question to ask Mai. "Hey! What do you have to do to get a very pissed-off woman to forgive you?"
The bartender heard her question and laughed. "You do something amazing for her."
Natsuki glared at him. "You know what else would be amazing? If you mind your own business." Besides, what 'amazing' thing am I supposed to do?
Akane periodically glanced at Shizuru throughout the meeting. Although calmly sipping at her tea and nodding at suggestions, her boss seemed distant and unfocused.
The head of VCS Tokyo sighed and abruptly stood up, signifying the end of the meeting. She gestured at her second-in-command. "Ito-san, implement everything we have discussed so far. I want it all done by tonight, and I will not accept failure."
The gray-haired man bowed. "I will see to everything myself, Higurashi-san."
"I know you will, old man. Now get out of here!" Akane stopped briefly to give her right-hand man a fond smile before switching her gaze to Shizuru. She waited until the room was emptied before she waved a hand in front of her boss' unblinking face. "Shizuru-sama?"
Shizuru blinked and looked around in faint surprise. "Ara, is the meeting over already?"
Akane raised her eyebrows. "'Already'? The meeting was hours long, Shizuru-sama."
Shizuru sighed and started to walk towards her office. "I apologize, Akane-san. My mind seemed intent on wandering off today. What did we decide to do?"
Akane ignored her question. "Does your lack of focus stem from a certain dark-haired foreigner, by any chance?"
Shizuru gave her a look. "Don't be ridiculous."
Akane sighed. Shizuru-sama could have become an actress if she wanted to. "I just noticed that Kruger-san is not with us today."
"Who cares?"
Akane stifled a smile at the petulant reply. "You know, that's something I would say if I were mad at a lover."
"Perhaps you're just plain mad."
Akane scowled. "When's the last time you've seriously liked someone, Shizuru-sama?"
Shizuru tried to wave the younger woman away. "Don't ask inane questions, Akane-san. Can we get down to business?"
Akane slapped close the folder that Shizuru was trying to open, and shivered at the look she received. It's for your own good, Shizuru! "Irina-chan told me what happened this morning between you and Kruger-san."
Shizuru imperceptibly stiffened. "Then you'll know that I have no interest in Kruger-san whatsoever, and vice-versa."
Akane shrugged. "Kruger-san made unfair accusations, and that's her fault. But it's also your fault that you've done nothing to dissuade any rumors that make you sound like a psychopath. How is she supposed to know any better if you don't open up?"
At Shizuru's silence, Akane continued. "If you didn't like her, then why do you care so much about what she thinks about you?"
"I shouldn't." Akane barely heard Shizuru's mutter.
Akane grinned. "And since when have we criminals ever done what we should?"
Shizuru laughed softly. "Ara, I get your point. Let me think on it, though, this situation requires some delicate handling."
"To business then?"
"To business. What did you decide?"
Akane turned serious. "I know war was declared against any and all yakuza clans, but we'll probably end up fighting against only the Sato and Wakashi clans. The other three clans are either unwilling or too weak to get tangled up in this."
"I see. First plan of action?"
Akane smirked. "No plan, just hammer them until they give. We're talking about robbing their banks, shutting down their clubs, buying out their companies, and generally doing anything humanly possible to make them suffer."
Shizuru raised a brow. "I trust no civilians will be involved." Her tone implied that it wasn't a question.
"I've given strict orders that no one is to be killed unless absolutely necessary."
"Good. The last thing we need is the Tokyo police force down on our heads."
Akane hid a smile at Shizuru's attempt to appear indifferent. "Sure thing, Shizuru-sama."
The two women stopped in front of the door to Shizuru's office. Akane gave a slight bow and turned to leave, but her employer gently grasped her wrist. "Just a minute, Akane-san."
Akane quirked an eyebrow in response.
"I didn't want to bring this up at the meeting, but…about your lover, Kazuya Karauchi?"
Akane's other eyebrow flew up in surprise.
Shizuru looked amused. "Did you really think you could keep him a secret?" She wanted to laugh out loud at the look on Akane's face. "He seems to be a good man, except for one small problem…"
"He's part of the Sato clan," Akane finished miserably.
Shizuru eyed Akane's conflicted expression. "I trust you, but if things get too complicated, get him on our side or cut him off."
"Understood."
Shizuru tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps he could become part of Kiyohime? I could use a yakuza man."
Akane looked up at the other woman, shocked. Kiyohime was that little spot of light in the dark cesspool that was the Viola Crime Syndicate, made up of individuals that were, although still on the wrong side of the law, at least a little better than their fellow criminals. Could she trust Kazuya to be part of it? He was a better man than his yakuza colleagues, that was certain, but still…
Shizuru shrugged. "It's up to you, of course. Karauchi-san seems to be the reliable type, though; he'd fit in well."
Akane wordlessly nodded. Shizuru smiled reassuringly at her. "Ara, I believe it's time for me to do something productive. Can you schedule a meeting at five with Kobayashi Industries?"
"Of course, Shizuru-sama. But can I ask what for?"
Shizuru's smile turned devious. "The yakuza receive a very large source of income through Kobayashi Industries. That will change once Fujino Enterprises acquires it this afternoon."
Akane gave her an admiring glance. "You are a very sneaky corporate bastard, did you know that?"
Shizuru smirked. "So I've been told."
Akane left with a grin. Shizuru sighed and entered her office, allowing herself to plop ungracefully into the chair behind her desk. She had barely settled into the chair before a cheerful tune alerted her to an incoming call on her videophone. The caller ID displayed the name 'Pretentious Bastard.'
Shizuru sighed, but accepted the call. "Hello, Reito. What do you want?" The screen showed a handsome man sitting at his desk, impeccably dressed in suit and tie.
Reito gave her a thin-lipped smile. "Now, is that any way to greet your cousin? You could at least ask me how I've been."
Shizuru rested her chin on top of folded hands. "That would imply that I care."
Reito gave an exaggerated sigh. "You've always been so cold to me, baby cousin."
"Only because you're a two-faced prick." Shizuru disliked cursing, but she made an exception for her cousin.
Reito's expression turned dark. "You were always ready to pick a fight with me. The only difference is, now you can't hide behind Uncle Kenji and my father once you get a bloody nose."
"Ara, how well you remember the small details. But I was eight when we got into that fistfight; now, my dear cousin, you're the one who ran away. You didn't have to leave Japan on my account, you know, I would've been delighted to make you my assistant."
Her cousin's dark eyes narrowed in anger. "A very generous offer, but what's done is done. I want to know what you are doing with Natsuki Kruger."
"That's none of your business."
Reito seethed. "It is very much my business! That woman stole some important files from me and grievously hurt some of my people."
"Ara, what a shame."
Reito struggled to compose his face at Shizuru's blasé tone. "You're choosing a government agent over your own cousin! Whatever happened to 'fides supra omnes'?"
"It's invalid when the other party has a secret operation." Shizuru frowned darkly.
Reito's eyes turned hooded. "I see Miss Kruger cannot keep her mouth shut. Trust me, Shizuru, it's for the good of the syndicate."
"And what exactly is it that you are doing?"
Reito may have been halfway around the world, but he could still feel the tension hovering between them.
"You'll find out soon enough. Listen to me, Shizuru: get rid of Miss Kruger, or you'll regret it. I guarantee it."
Shizuru gave a cold laugh. "Ara, I don't like being told what to do, and I especially don't like threats." She reached for the end button.
Reito saw her movement and glared. "Shizuru, if you hang up, I won't guarantee your safety—"
Shizuru ended the call. "Whoops."
She leaned back in her chair with a small grin. Yes, Shizuru may have been a mature adult, complete with questionable morals and a whole load of emotional baggage, but she still immensely enjoyed pissing her cousin off.
Shizuru sipped her tea and looked out the window. She would consider the problem with Natsuki later, after she had the meeting with Kobayashi Industries. I just hope Natsuki isn't getting into any trouble.
London, England
Nao popped her gum as she observed the entrance of the building next door. She idly stretched her legs and looked at her watch. Twelve hours was almost up, but thankfully, she and Chie had gathered three of the informants. Now they were just waiting for the last one, a David Yamada.
The redhead was seated at an outdoors café, while her fellow agent was situated on a public bench. Nao's earpiece crackled. "Time's almost up. Is it confirmed that the target is in the building?"
"Hang on." Nao gave a sharp glance to the woman that was seated across from her. "Are you sure David Yamada is in this building?"
The disgraced former agent nodded. "Yamada is like clockwork. He always leaves work at the same time."
Nao spoke into her headset. "He should be out any minute. Did you get into contact with H?"
"Yeah. She says that the three we've gathered don't know much, either. Yamada's our last hope."
"Damn it." Nao gripped her fork angrily and glared at Tomoe. "Marguerite, your contacts are worth shit."
Tomoe shrugged. "I never said they'd be much help."
"Remember that when we leave your ass out for Kanzaki."
Tomoe scowled. "I can't imagine H as someone who'd easily break a deal."
"She might make an exception in your case. You did cause the deaths of some of her best Double-0 agents."
Tomoe gave Nao a jaded smile. "It was nothing personal, just business. You'd do well to learn that, and fast."
Nao gave her a look. "Don't lecture me, or I'll shoot you faster than you can say 'shut the fuck up.'"
The teal-haired woman held her hands up in supplication. "I'm just saying that so you won't feel like a complete monster after you've killed your first target."
Nao sneered. "Aww, the traitor has a heart; a real Mother Teresa."
"Fuck off, I'm not real bad guy here. I even feel kind of bad that 002 had to die; if I already wasn't after someone else, he would've been my type of guy."
"What's your type, any man willing to tolerate backstabbing bitches with psychotic tendencies?"
Nao smirked at the enraged Tomoe. Before the redhead could bait the woman farther, though, Chie's voice sounded in her ear. "Target has left the building."
Nao straightened and caught sight of a slight, dark-haired man walking out the doors. "I'll be here in case you need backup. You can apprehend him by yourself?"
"Watch and learn."
The redhead watched Chie stand up from the bench and head towards Yamada. The other agent approached their target and started speaking calmly. Nao couldn't hear what Yamada replied, but he had sighed and nodded. Nao let out her breath in relief.
As Chie turned to grin at Nao, Yamada suddenly stiffened. Nao frowned. Is he going to run for it?
Suddenly, Yamada topped forwards, and a confused Chie caught the man in her arms. The agent's expression turned to one of horrified understanding as red began to spread on the front of the man's shirt. The people around them froze in shock, staring at the bleeding man in disbelief.
Nao swore and jumped out of her seat, drawing attention to herself. She whirled around and scanned the streets for a sign of an assailant. A glint coming from the mid level of a public parking garage caught her attention.
There was another glint, and Nao paled. That glint was the sun reflecting off the scope of a sniper, and she knew she should not have drawn attention to herself.
Nao turned quickly. "Marguerite, MOVE!"
Tomoe's head jerked up in shock. She rose out of her seat, but let out a grunt as something struck her. Blood began to spread quickly on her shirt, and Tomoe crumpled to the floor.
Someone began to scream, and it set off the whole crowd. Ignoring the panicked yells, Nao leapt over the table and knelt next to Tomoe, assessing the wound. The redhead frowned as she saw the severity of gunshot. There was no hope. Her eyes connected with Tomoe's, and there was a resigned look in the other woman's lidded eyes. A large puddle of blood began to spread on the ground.
"Hey, keep your eyes open, dumbass, do you want to die? You've got nothing waiting for you on the other side except Lucifer, waiting to screw you over with his pitchfork." Nao lightly slapped Tomoe to keep her conscious.
Tomoe let out a pained chuckle, choking on the blood filling her mouth. "Fuck you, Zhang." Her light in her eyes began to fade.
Tomoe died on the cold concrete, surrounded by strangers who had stopped screaming long enough to watch the spectacle in morbid fascination.
"Aw, fuck." Nao numbly stared at the blank face of Tomoe, not really sad to see the woman dead, but knowing that she herself might meet the same fate one day.
Nao stood up and pushed her way through the crowd, leaving the body behind. Police cars and ambulances were pulling up, sirens screaming. She walked for a few blocks, not really looking where she was going, before she met up with Chie at their car. The dark-haired agent was covered in dried blood.
Nao started the ignition. "Jeez, you're a mess."
"Yeah." Chie answered dully.
"Tomoe Marguerite's dead."
Chie sighed, looking down at her stained clothes. "Yamada too. I checked out the garage, but there was no one there. Cameras were facing the opposite direction, no bullet casings in sight…whoever it was, he or she was a real professional."
"H is going to be upset."
"Yeah."
Nao glanced over at Chie's morose tone. "Hey, you okay?"
The other agent gave a weak grin. "I'll be fine. It's just…being an agent is bloody business, and I know that. I've just never had to face that fact before today."
Nao humorlessly chuckled. "I think we're going to have to get used to it pretty fast."
Tokyo, Japan
"Wakashi! Have you heard what happened?" Ichiro Sato stormed into Tetsuo Wakashi's office.
Wakashi eyed the large man wearily. "If you're talking about the fires set to our clubs, then yes."
Sato looked momentarily stunned. "Wha—fires? To which clubs?"
Wakashi swore. "If you didn't know about the clubs, then what are you talking about? And to answer your question, all of them."
Sato paled in anger. "Even my new one in Shibuya?"
Wakashi nodded. Sato roared and threw Wakashi's lamp across the room, shattering it.
"That was expensive."
"Shut up!" Sato pointed an accusing finger at Wakashi. "This is all your fucking fault! All the yakuza banks were robbed today! Vaults, completely empty! Do you know how much money I've lost already?"
Wakashi groaned. "I know! I've already lost millions."
Sato scowled. "Not only have I lost money, I'm losing men left and right! We're losing pretty fucking badly."
"Damn it, when did they become so powerful?"
A hesitant knock interrupted the two men. "Ah—Sato-san, Wakashi-san."
Wakashi looked up, annoyed. "Can't you see we're busy?"
A nervous looking man bowed. "One of the board members of Kobayashi Industries called. He said that there will be a meeting between Fujino Enterprises and Kobayashi Industries at five…it is imminent that Fujino Enterprises will buy them out."
Sato lunged for Wakashi and grabbed him by the collar, roughly shaking the man. "Wakashi, if we lose Kobayashi Industries, we're done! This partnership will be over!"
Wakashi shoved the larger man away. "You can't do that! VCS will crush us both!"
Sato sneered. "I have no problem allying with Viola, if it means the survival of my faction."
Wakashi held up a placating hand. "Sato, don't be so hasty. I know how to handle this."
"How? You got us into this mess, Wakashi, so I'm counting on you to get us out of it."
"Cut off the head of a snake and the body will die."
Sato raised a dark brow. "What are you suggesting?"
"You heard: Shizuru Viola has a meeting with Kobayashi Industries at five. We'll let her think she's won with the acquisition of our stocks…but when she leaves that building, we'll be waiting. We have the element of surprise on our side, it'll be the best chance we have at killing her."
Sato spoke slowly. "Wakashi, what you're suggesting will deeply impact not only Tokyo's underworld, but the international criminal world."
Wakashi snorted. "The yakuza have been around much longer than the VCS. Things will get complicated, for sure, but in the end, we will prevail."
Sato nodded. "All right, do it. But if you fail, you've just started another shitstorm."
"Sato, have a little faith. All will turn out well, I guarantee it."
The other man scowled and left Wakashi's office. The smirk dropped from Wakashi's face. And once I kill Viola, you're next, Sato.
Little did he know that Sato was having the exact same thought.
Natsuki observed the bar with a critical eye. Now that it was evening, the bar had slowly filled up with patrons. The bartender, different than the one from this morning, slid a martini towards her. Natsuki expertly caught it with one hand and continued to observe.
She had gone around Tokyo all day, trying to find any leads on Kenji Viola's murder, to no avail. Plus, there were reports of bank robberies, extensive destruction of private property, and general mayhem all over the news today. Natsuki had the feeling that every catastrophic event that had occurred today was due to the VCS, and felt it safer to lay low in case some yakuza douche recognized her from yesterday.
Natsuki emptied her glass. An amused voice cut through her musings. "Carry a briefcase and wear a suit, and you'll look like a regular Japanese businesswoman."
"Mai." Natsuki gave her a curt nod. She noticed that the redhead, despite her smile, looked uneasy. Natsuki decided to ignore it for now.
Mai ordered a beer. "So what do you think of Tokyo?"
Natsuki shrugged. "I confess, I'm rather disappointed. I was looking forward to seeing giant, mutated lizards and beautiful geishas on every block."
Mai chuckled. "You're thinking of Hollywood's version of Tokyo. I'm afraid we don't have flying robot boys, either."
"Too bad. The world could use a superhero."
"But we'll always only have villains."
Natsuki raised an eyebrow. "Now, that doesn't sound like you."
Mai frowned. "You don't know me."
Natsuki spotted a well-dressed blonde man lingering by the entrance. They briefly made eye contact before the man hurriedly looked away.
"Why? Just because you didn't come alone?"
Mai shot her an apologetic look. "You must've seen the news today, things have blown up between the VCS and the yakuza. This level of gang violence has never been seen in Tokyo, and my boss isn't happy about it. He wants you in for questioning."
"That's too bad for him, then. How long have I got?"
"Thirty seconds."
"Well, that doesn't give us a lot of time, does it?"
Mai scrutinized Natsuki carefully. "How much do you care for Shizuru Viola that you're do this for her?"
Emerald irises narrowed. "I don't care for her at all. It's strictly business; I help her, she helps me."
"You didn't have to accept her deal. You didn't have to come with her to Tokyo. Yet here you are, risking your life to help her find closure."
"I didn't have to, but I did."
Mai seemed to consider something before lowering her voice. "Torishima Island. There will be a man called Kumo. But you won't be needing this information."
"Why the hell not?"
"Shizuru Viola's meeting at Kobayashi Industries started an hour ago. Yakuza members will be waiting outside. Once that meeting ends and she steps out of that building…it's all over for her."
The dark-haired woman froze.
Mai glanced over her shoulder to see her partner coming towards them. "Is she worth saving?"
The blond man had come up behind them, and placed a firm hand on Natsuki's shoulder. "If you just come with us, Agent Kruger—"
Natsuki grabbed his head and smashed in on the counter. The blond man howled with pain and fell backwards, clutching his nose.
Natsuki turned to Mai. "Yeah, she is. Thanks."
Mai hid a grin. "Natsuki, move your ass."
Several Japanese agents burst into the bar and aimed their guns at the MI6 agent. Natsuki leapt over the counter, narrowly avoiding a barrage of bullets. She ran into the kitchen, pushing past surprised chefs and waiters, and flung open the back door. A Japanese agent that had been guarding the back door jerked in surprise, the cigarette flying from his mouth as he reached for his gun.
Natsuki grabbed him by the throat and flung him against the wall. She slammed his head against the brick once more to make sure he was unconscious, then tossed him into a nearby dumpster. Sprinting to where her motorcycle was parked, Natsuki jammed on the helmet and turned on the ignition.
Icy green eyes were burning with determination as the motorcycle sped off with a screech.
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Mai idly spun the bottle in her hand as her fellow agents ran after Natsuki, while the bartender screeched on about the heavily damaged bar. The British agent may have knocked over some people and broken a few things in her haste.
Her annoying partner angrily picked himself up from the floor, nose still trickling blood. "What the hell, Tokiha! You let her escape!"
The redhead scowled at the blonde. "Calm yourself, Yuuichi. She had to do something important."
Yuuichi Tate swore. "What part of you actually let her go with that excuse!"
Mai looked at him dryly. "Well, my romantic side wants to encourage a burgeoning sense of affection between two individuals, my ethical side tells me it's the right thing to do, and the rest of me just wants to piss you off."
Her partner looked confused.
Mai sighed. "Never mind, it's obviously too much for your moronic brain to handle. Gather the others; we're heading back."
She stood up and walked out the bar. The Tokyo sunset momentarily dazzled her, and Mai shielded her eyes to look skywards. Good luck, Natsuki.
—A Very Short Omake—
Natsuki: How long have I got?
Mai: …Three minutes.
Natsuki: [Surprised] Oh…wow. That gives us a lot of time. [Scratches head] So, umm…how've you been?
Mai: o.0'
—End—
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