Sorry! Wow, I haven't updated in FOREVER! I've been busy working on an original work, and I got really distracted… Anyway, I'm back now, and I'll try to make it up to you, okay? Here we go!
Natsumi awoke to see Fuyuki kneeling over her, looking worried. She sat up quickly, putting a hand to a large bump on her head.
"Owww!" she exclaimed, rubbing it gingerly. Fuyuki looked relieved that she'd woken up.
"What happened?" Natsumi asked. Fuyuki shrugged.
"The attacker left the second you went down. I didn't see his face. Sorry, Natsumi," he replied, looking ashamed. Natsumi shook her head.
"It's not your fault. I'm going to go around locking all the doors and windows, though. I do NOT want anyone else getting in!" she exclaimed, standing up.
"Before I go, are you absolutely sure you have no idea who's mind you were reading?" Natsumi asked. Fuyuki looked at her like she was crazy.
"What are you talking about? How hand did your head get hit, exactly?" Fuyuki asked. Natsumi sighed.
"Fine, if you don't want to talk about it. I'm going to go lie down," Natsumi said, and left the room.
Fuyuki's clone sat down on the bed, thinking how easily the memories came to him, memories that weren't his, but this boy's, Fuyuki's. Was it right to take this life away from him for the sake of his master? Miss Momoka had given him life, but he still didn't feel right about this.
He didn't have much time to brood, however, before Kulala walked in.
"Nice to meet you," she said. The clone Fuyuki jumped.
"How did you know…?" he exclaimed, jumping up.
"Calm down, kid. I can read Kululu's thoughts, remember? So this Momoka girl has a crush on Fuyuki, huh? Interesting…" she said, crossing her arms. (She'd heard that Giroro had a crush on Natsumi from Kululu's head, and guessed that, as the same person, Gertrude would be similar. She's already figured out that Gertrude likes Fuyuki)
"I'm Fuyuki, too, you know. I have all the same memories, basically, and mostly the same personality. No one should be able to tell," he said, sitting back down.
"Well, as long as Momoka doesn't plan on keeping Fuyuki away too long, I don't have any problem with this. Keep an eye on Fuyuki's thoughts for me, will you? If it becomes too much for him, I'll arrange a rescue. Okay?" she asked. The clone Fuyuki nodded.
Meanwhile, on a helicopter headed out over the open sea, the real Fuyuki awoke to see Momoka kneeling over him. She was going to pretend they'd both been kidnapped, but in reality she was behind the whole thing.
"Fuyuki, are you all right?" Momoka asked, blushing as she touched his hand. Fuyuki sat up, nodding.
"They got you, too, Momoka? Who are they?" he asked.
"I don't know! But I'm so frightened!" she said, grabbing his arm as if for comfort, her heart beating loudly.
"Don't worry, Momoka. I'm sure that, together, we can find our way out of this!" he said, comforting her. Her stomach fluttered. This was going so well already!
The helicopter began to descend onto a small tropical island, completely devoid of human life. A masked man with a suspiciously familiar moustache came in.
"Here. These are your provisions. We're abandoning you here for about a week and a half. We'll be back, then," he said in a strangely familiar voice. He handed them each a backpack, then pushed them out of the helicopter, into the sand, and then the helicopter took off, leaving the pair stranded with only the contents of their packs.
"He's strangely polite for a kidnapper. And why'd he put us here anyway if he plans to come back? And I SWEAR I've seen that moustache somewhere," Fuyuki said, frowning up at the helicopter as it flew away.
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it now," Momoka said, hurriedly changing the subject. "We should see what we have to live on for the next week and a half."
"Agreed. We don't have much of a choice but to try and survive, and it'll be better to know what we have to work with," Fuyuki said. Momoka nodded. She didn't even know what Paul had packed for her, so she could preserve the sense of adventure.
Fuyuki set his pack on the ground, and Momoka rushed to do the same. Carefully unzipping their bags and dumping the contents onto the sandy beach. In Fuyuki's pack, there was a fire starting kit, a single sleeping bag, an empty canteen, some iodine tablets, and a bag of beef jerky. In Momoka's bag, there were a change of clothes for each of them, a bar of soap, a flashlight, and the same food and drink things Fuyuki had. There was also a knife for each of them and a large piece of fabric.
"Why'd we only get one sleeping bag? They do realize there are two of us, right?" Fuyuki asked. Momoka shrugged.
"Well, you'd better take it, Momoka. I'll be alright. Let's go try to find some shelter, all right?" he asked, holding out his hand for her. Blushing slightly, she accepted it, and they took off into the trees.
They were walking for no more than ten minutes or so before they found a suitable place, so Fuyuki instructed Momoka to find some large, flat leaves, some vines, and a freshwater stream, while he looked for dry wood in order to build a fire with.
"Wouldn't it be better if we stuck together?" Momoka asked, clenching her hands together and half-rotating her upper body, embarrassed.
"You're right, Momoka. Good idea," Fuyuki said, and they set off together deeper into the forest.