Oh God... I'm so depressed... I hate thesis... Especially at Maths. It's my weakness. Eh, I have my Maths thesis in about three weeks but I kinda know because I always study hard and do my homework... not like the majority of my classmates... Ah, I wish I am like them... not caring at all about exams and tests and kickass things like these... Um... but I'm confident this time. Confidence isn't my quality and never was. But since I passed my French test... I am confident. What? Is anything different? I passed my thesis last year... and two years ago... and... how many years are since I have thesis? Ah, forget. I just wanted to update now because I'll focus on boring things this week... Again... Sorry for mistakes. And thanks for reading. Predictable thanks.

Chapter 25: What makes the world better

She continued staring at him, her eyes hurt until...

"Miss, we have to bring you to the station. Please follow me."

Hikaru moved her attention to the door to see the same policeman waiting for her. She didn't even return her gaze to Kyoya, she directly got up and walked to the policeman. "Okay." The policeman let her walk out of the room first, then followed her.

"So, what happened on May sixth?" the policeman interrogated Hikaru. She put her elbows on the table and sighed.

"My friend, Madoka, called me to go with her at McDonalds. So, I went there and..."

"What was the clock?" the policeman asked while writing something down. Hikaru frowned and thought.

"Something around... 8:30 p.m." Hikaru answered, but, after the look on her face, you could conclude that she wasn't really sure. The policeman wrote that down, then lifted up his serious gaze to Hikaru.

"Okay. Continue."

"Okay..." She took a deep breath before she started again. She scratched the back of her head. "We ate something and... we argued for a reason. After the argue, I left the place and..."

"What time was when you left the place?"

"Oh... Well, about... 8:50 p.m." Hikaru answered, trying to find out if what she said was true. The policeman wrote down. Hikaru continued, without being asked: "Outside was dark. And I heard some gunshots, three gunshots actually, but I didn't see anyone. It was too dark. After those three gunshots, I heard my friend's, name's Kyoya, voice calling me. And..."

"Where was your friend?"

"Well... He was also inside with the others. And... I heard some footsteps but I don't know from where. Then someone suddenly pushed me to the left by my arm, before I heard the fourth gunshot. I tried to keep my balance, but I couldn't, so I found myself on the ground."

That made the sergeant think deeply and suspiciously, but Hikaru didn't notice his skeptical expression, so she continued. "And... afterwards, I don't know, but I heard the fifth gunshot. Actually, the last gunshot because I grabbed my cell phone and called the police and the ambulance."

"Why did you call the ambulance?"

"Well... I thought... If he's hurt? I'd better call an ambulance."

"Okay... So you say the first three gunshots didn't hurt anyone. And... you heard just two gunshots after those three, however, your friend had been shot three times. Hm... How's that?" the man asked skeptically, like suspecting Hikaru of something.

"I don't know! I'm just saying the truth." Hikaru replied in defense.

"Actually, it's possible..." a voice spoken. The policeman immediately stood up at seeing who was in the room.

"Oh, chief!" he saluted respectfully. Hikaru looked behind her. There was a tall, kinda fat man dressed in police outfit, holding a small pistol in his hand. He walked to them and sat down on the chair instead of the sergeant. He pointed at the pistol.

"This is a special silent pistol. PSS. The ultimate favorite killers' gun. Its caliber is of 7.62x41 millimeters and, at the distance of about 25 meters it can pierce steel about two millimeters. Its sound could be vaguely heard at five meters. If someone shoots with this in a bar, people will relax and continue sucking up their drinks. The first five bullets were from a normal pistol. Someone probably shot him from a hidden place with this silent pistol afterwards..."

The sergeant widened his eyes. "Which means that..."

The other man nodded his head. "...there's another assassin which is free. And he can attack at any moment."

"Hey, chief... The guy confessed." another voice spoken and some pants could be heard. There was another young policeman entering the room, panting while drops of sweat were running on his forehead. The old policeman, which was on the chair, looked a few moments at Hikaru.

Then he looked with the corner of his eyes at the sergeant. The sergeant nodded his head vaguely, understanding what message his attending wanted to transmit.

"So... How are you feeling?" Madoka asked with a little forced smile on her face. Kyoya just coughed.

"Honestly...? Like a zombie." he sighed, making Madoka chuckle briefly. After a moment of silence, he asked, analyzing every part of Madoka's figure: "Um... Madoka... Can I tell you a secret?"

That really surprised Madoka; she actually widened her eyes a little. Kyoya liked to see her confused. Her innocent face and eyes were... He just liked them. He liked her eyes especially. "You wanna tell a secret? To me?" she asked in surprise. "Why don't you tell someone else, but me?"

He shrugged. "Today I feel the need to tell you." he simply muttered, so Madoka had no choice excepting nodding her head in accepting. "I have a twin sister who died when we were seven and her name's Yumi and... That's it." he let out rapidly.

Madoka seemed to be shocked by that, but she tightened her lips and nodded. "I promise I won't tell anyone." she vowed with a petty smile.

"And... Madoka..."

"Yes?"

"So, after I stumbled into it, I opened it. And... It was like the door to something. Actually, something like a laboratory, besides the first one I found. There, they were preparing the methamphetamine." Hikaru hardly muttered. The policeman puffed.

"So they were drug dealers? And what's the thing with the illegal radioactive elements?"

"I don't know... There were some papers there... I just read them... and that is what was written there... Transaction with plutonium and uranium and also with mercury..." Hikaru stammered.

"Chief..." an worried voice called the policeman. "We found out where the Tiger is."

Hikaru took her bag and started walking back to the hospital trough a quiet and empty street, thinking about what she will say to Kyoya. Should she accept? She really wanted to be with him, but something made her hesitate: she wasn't happy enough to even flash a weak smile. Or she hadn't enough energy. She was taking slow steps, looking emptily straight forwards.

Hikaru felt something something plinking on her head, but she didn't mind. Just after she felt the same thing several times she felt cold raindrops falling from the sky. There seemed to be an unwanted drizzle. She stopped her way to watch it. Not worrying at all about meningitis, cerebral congestion or things like that. She laughed gleefully and started bouncing up and down while walking through the curtain of rain without any reason, just like Yuu. Actually, she started to wonder if everything was a lie all this time. Maybe she was in love with Yuu, not with Kyoya.

"Oh, I wish I can be like Yuu..." she sighed while spinning in the rain. "I wish many things actually. I wish I am a bird so I can shit on everyone."

Then she just stopped. She felt something slowly sliding around her neck, and her heart vibrating in fear as she stained, her expression changing into a serious one. Her hand started to shiver.

"Seems like since now you will wish this from Hell." a strange voice spoken into Hikaru's ear. Then she looked down at her neck; she had a knife there, held by a rough hand, ready to cut her carotid at any moment. Then she took a peek over her shoulder. There was a strange man who was threatening her.

"So you want something from me?" she asked viciously while carefully trying to reach something she had in her sleeve. The killer didn't even notice that she was taking something from there.

"Your life."

Then Hikaru gulped instead of breathing as she quickly revealed out a little bottle of pepper spray. All in a nanosecond, she sprayed the killer with it and, catching the chance while he was blind and not attentive, she quickly pushed his arms from her neck. But she didn't have luck. When she escaped from there, the knife let a slight, but not really deep cut on her carotid which started to bleed at the surface. Hikaru ignored it and took her cell from her bag. She called the police, then revealed a pistol from her bag. She threatened the killer from it, moving backwards with a few yards.

"Believe me, it was easy." she mocked him, holding the pistol with both of her hands very tightly, pointing it at the assassin.

"You're just a 16 years old chick. Who are you? Bruce Lee?" the man mocked her back, still dizzy, making an amused but self-satisfied smirk appear on Hikaru's mouth.

"More," she replied sassily, raising an eyebrow in satisfaction, "Chuck Norris."

Afterwards, she peered around for something. "Don't you have a car? I'd like stealing a nice Peugeot or a Honda for an hour. A Lamborghini better, if you have one. I heard that Mafia has nice cars."

But, just then, her carotid let out a long stream of blood, then continued bleeding more abundantly than before. She tried to hold the pistol at tightly as possible, even if she wasn't alright. As more blood was flowing from her carotid artery, her face went pale; drops of sweats were running on her forehead and she started to pant, but she stood there. She dropped her bag down on the ground.

"I can't... fall now. No, I-I can't die now after the sacrifice everyone did for me... No, I'll stay here... I can't die... But I want so much to rest a little... I can't die now..." she mumbled while her eyes narrowed, the world around her appearing in blur, shaking. She put her left hand at her wound, trying to prevent blood from escaping. She held the gun with the right hand. "I want... I have to stand here... I have to be here and then... If my eyes are still opened, then it's gonna be okay...

But the bleeding had been stronger than her. She collapsed on the ground, but pulled the trigger so she could immobilize the killer, who also fell on the ground when the bullet pierced him somewhere in the arm.

"I tried! I can tell you that I tried! I really tried! I didn't want it to happen like this, but... it already happened. I'm sorry! I did my best!" she shouted to the sky, the rain washing her blood as it was flowing and painting the ground in a deep shade of red. She noticed that the killer stood up, so she shot him again in his leg. He fell down again.

"But one thing I didn't understand, God... Why did you leave me here? After all these events? You let me die? I did my best. I haven't been a good person, I know. And I'm sorry for this. I am really sorry, believe me. But I know... I know, I realize this is karma. Karma..." She flashed a weak smile. "But it's okay. I don't mind." she muttered between her gulps. "I don't know if it has any importance now, but... I'm sorry for him! I really do and... I'm sorry! I really wanted this to work!"

Then she looked at the killer. "And if you wouldn't exist, the world would be a better place!" she yelped after she shot him one last time. "And..." she gulped, "God of my imagination... It was really nice to meet you – I mean myself. I liked it. So thank you."

It was my pleasure, she got in answer by that bored voice. Hikaru smiled weakly.

"Tell Yuu... that... I wanna know his secret... of how is he so happy... But also tell him that... Living forever happily is stupid. All that matters is being happy now."

Sure.

"And... Can you tell Madoka that... I really liked to meet her?"

If you say so, then okay. Okay. I'll tell her. Bye, Hikaru.

"Bye..."

And... You look like Aunt Clara at the prom.

Hikaru just smiled at the sarcastic joke and dropped the pistol to reach for her bag and take her cell. She typed Kyoya's number and dialed it. She slowly approached her cell to her ear with the last touch of power she still had.

"Oh, hi, Hikaru!" a girly voice saluted the first. It didn't seem to be Kyoya's. But what confused Hikaru was that she heard some laughs in the background.

"M-Madoka? W-What's g-going o-on?" Hikaru mumbled to her. Madoka seemed to be clumsy about answering Hikaru's question.

"A-Ah... Nothing... It's just... the morphine affected Kyoya's brain a little and now... he doesn't stop laughing."

Hikaru sweat dropped. Ah, damn for her. She's dying and Kyoya's laughing. At least she deserves to tell him a few words before she's gonna die, right? I mean, she deserves to tell him if she would go out with him or not before she dies. So, she threw the phone away violently, which bounced on the ground until it landed many yards away from there and sat up, determined to reach the hospital. She pressed her hand even more into the wound, preventing blood from flowing. She knew she didn't have enough time because she called just the police, not an ambulance and seems like the police is late.

She fixed her glare on the killer. "You!" she yelled on a voice filled with superiority.

And her fight starts just now...