Hi,
I am truly sorry for the slow update. My work is very busy nowadays so my day is a bit of chaos. I tried to write this story in between everything, but I couldn't do it as fast as I wanted. However, I won't stop this story until it ends. So, for those who asked me, please rest assured that I am not abandoning the story. :)
Anyway, here is chapter 14. I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: VF belongs to YA.
Warning: Grammatical issue.
Chapter 14. The Only One
Part 1. "Farewell, Ryu"
Kirishima can't believe it. Running away from home once in a while is still acceptable. But twice in less than a year? Has the brat gone crazy? Does he think that Kirishima doesn't have anything better to do than chasing him all over the world? Fuming with silent anger, Kirishima stands so still near the coffee table, staring at that stupid letter the brat had left behind as if the harmless paper is a snake that will bite anytime.
Asami-sama has remained silent ever since they arrived at the penthouse a few hours after the incident. His boss was on his way to Singapore, having a meeting to discuss some promising business ventures. Then, Kirishima received the call informing the run away. For sure, everything was cancelled immediately.
"Asami-sama, the men who guards Tao confirmed that the boy was in the hospital last night. The CCTV proved it," Suoh reported evenly from the entrance.
"He didn't need to do it himself, Suoh! Tao could order someone else to help Takaba-sama to escape," Kirishima scowled as he turned around to face his colleague.
"Help Takaba-sama to escape?" Suoh asked coolly. "Why did Takaba-sama need to escape from his own house?"
"You know what I meant, Suoh! There is no way Takaba-sama could walk away with no one seeing anything! It was a very well organized escape plan. The condo CCTVs were down. And suddenly the men downstairs saw Takaba-sama with Takagi running out of the building! They were our best men. It was impossible Takaba-sama could go pass them undetected. Who else could plan such an escape other than Fei Long's brat?"
His friend just shrugs. "Well, apparently, Takaba-sama somehow did it without Tao's help. The boy can barely move, Kirishima. His father doesn't leave his side at all. I doubt Fei Long would let Tao do anything stupid so soon."
Suoh paused, staring at Kirishima squarely in the eyes yet addressing Asami-sama to continue his report. "Our men found that some of the buildings nearby have their own CCTVs, Asami-sama. We checked. But their CCTVs didn't get a good shot of Takaba-sama. Takaba-sama wore a hoodie and there were too many obstacles hiding him from the cameras. But it captured Takagi Arata perfectly. The guards said that they saw Takaba-sama downstairs around 2AM, recognized him by his hair color. One of them yelled at him and Takaba-sama quickly put up his hoodie and run with Takagi. There was a car waiting for them down the road. Our men lost sight of the two of them after that. We found the car 10km from here. It was abandoned. I told the men to sweep the surrounding area."
Somehow, Suoh's calmness grated Kirishima's patience. It is also frustrating that Asami-sama doesn't say anything. His boss merely stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing quietly at the Tokyo skyline. Kirishima feels like screaming at the top his lungs. It has been hours already. They must do something before it is too late!
"We should send a few men to the airport and stations, Asami-sama. Block his way out before he can get far. Someone must have seen him. We can questioned them," he suggested impatiently.
There is no answer for a long time.
But when Kirishima started to feel hopeless, the order came, "Read it again, Kirishima."
Closing his eyes in annoyance, Kirishima almost refused. He wanted to shout, 'It is useless to keep re-reading that stupid farewell letter no matter how many times!' But Kirishima will never disobey Asami-sama. So, he takes the crumpled paper from the table and begins reading.
"Ryu, I had thought about this so many times. And always, I came to the same conclusion.
You know what? The key to your happiness might be closer than you thought. You might think it was me. You wanted it to be me. But it wasn't me. It had never been me.
I am so very sorry. I hope there is another way for us. But there isn't. So, this is it. Farewell, Ryu. This time, I truly want you to find your true happiness. Please, Ryu, I beg you. And hopefully, I will find mine with Nao."
It is longer than the previous letter the brat left behind. But it doesn't make it any better. Kirishima wants to strangle the damn brat. What is this about happiness and all that bullshit? Why can't the brat stop seeing himself as Asami-sama's burden and realizing that he has a special place in Asami-sama's heart and life? True, the brat always means troubles. But usually there will be much more troubles if Takaba-sama is not around.
When Asami-sama stayed as silent as the grave, Kirishima gathered his courage to push his boss, "Asami-sama, we are awaiting your further commands."
Nothing. Asami-sama doesn't move even a bit. Moreover, talk.
Carefully, he tried again, "Asami-sama, if we start searching for Takaba-sama now, we may-"
"No, Kirishima."
"Excuse me, Sir?"
Finally, Asami-sama turns around to face him. But those golden orbs are distant. That handsome face is...empty. After decades working for the powerful man, Kirishima recognizes his boss' many expressions very well. And this unfamiliar emptiness turns his blood cold. For the first time since Kirishima met Asami Ryuichi, the powerful man looks worn out and tired. Kirishima doesn't get scared easily. But this unexpected side of Asami-sama frightens him even more than the violent Asami-sama in a way that he can't explalin.
"I said, no, Kirishima. We are not going to the airport or whatever it is to search for Akihito. Get the car. I am going out."
The flat voice was even more frightening and the strong refusal made Kirishima flinch. Why doesn't Asami-sama search for Akihito? Asami-sama doesn't give up on his lover, does he?
No, Kei. Calm down. Think about it! Asami-sama has never given up on anything he wants. That is just the way Asami-sama is. Kirishima tried desperately to convince himself. Of course, unless...
He shook his head to stop the train of thought. Now is not the time to be a pessimist. Instead, he bows low to show his complete obedience. "Of course, Asami-sama," he replied. Then, steeling himself, he asked, "May I know where do you want to go so I can tell the driver?"
Kirishima's stomach is churning as he waited anxiously for the answer. Damn, he isn't sure what he does or doesn't want to hear. When the reply finally came, Kirishima had to face his biggest worry.
"To Emi. Or Takumi. Whoever is nearest, Kirishima. I don't care which."
...unless Asami-sama doesn't want the brat anymore.
Kirishima couldn't stop his brain from completing his previous thought now. He feels numb. After all those years chasing the brat, to know that he doesn't have to do that anymore, it just doesn't feel right. Surely, there is something they can do. They found the brat before. They can do it again.
Glancing at Suoh who stands quietly beside him, Kirishima can see that his friend also feels the same way. But what else can they say to change their master's mind? Kirishima doesn't know anymore. What Asami-sama says, he obeys. What Asami-sama wants, he provides. That is the rule. Simple and clear. If his boss wants to forget the boy by fucking those whores for the rest of Asami-sama's lives, so be it. Kirishima will never question Asami-sama's decision.
Swallowing his own sadness, Kirishima slowly nods.
"The nearest one is Emi, Asami-sama. I will tell the driver to come with the limo shortly."
Emi knew that Asami-sama is inside the moment she saw Kirishima and Suoh standing outside her penthouse's door.
"Good morning, Kirishima, Suoh," she greeted the two men cheerfully.
Kirishima doesn't look good. There is dark shadow under his eyes and he looks pale. She can't blame the man. It was a hell of a night for them all. Despite having a few hours sleep, she also still feels very tired.
But now that everything was settled, thankfully, I can take my time with Asami-sama.
She took a deep relief breath. Before sunset today, the boy will be shipped to a place far away, becoming a sex slave for a fat greedy politician in some third world country. Knowing that old man's kinky preference, Akihito will surely be dead before the end of the week. It is just a few more hours until she becomes Asami-sama's only partner.
Patience, Emi.
"Where were you? You didn't bring your phone and Goro's phone is off as well," Kirishima asked with a frown in his face.
She happily showed her grocery bags in her arms. "Shopping for food."
"Where is Goro?" Suoh asked.
"He is doing a small errand for me. Do you need him?"
Kirishima growled in irritation. "No. Just go inside. Asami-sama has been waiting for you for hours."
She can't stop the smile in her face. Finally. She has worked so hard to get this chance with Asami-sama.
Mimicking Akihito perfectly, she replied, "Easy, Kirishima. There is no need to rush. Surely the bastard can wait a few more minutes until I put everything into the fridge."
Without waiting for their reaction, she walks inside, leaving Kirishima and Suoh to see Asami-sama. She can imagine what Asami-sama wants, waiting for her like this, and her heart feels like bursting in happiness. Her body is practically thrumming from the anticipation.
I did it!
Taking a deep calming breath, she tries to control her excitement. First, put the food into the fridge. Then, comfort Asami-sama with good hard sex. Then, she will cook for her man and they can enjoy a quiet dinner together. By that time, Akihito will be out of Asami-sama's reach already.
God, her life is just so perfect.
Part 2. "You Even Smell Alike..."
"So, what do I have to write?" Akihito asked angrily, yet trying hard to keep his tone civil. He was holding a pen in his right hand, ready to write whatever she wanted.
Emi smiled sweetly at him while caressing Nao absentmindedly. "Well, basically you just need to tell him that you want to leave. Give whatever reason that he will believe."
He stared at her with disgust in his hazelnut eyes. "You know that in the end you will never get his heart, don't you?"
Snorted, she replied dryly, "Why not? Once you are gone, there is no reason for him not to give his heart to me. I am your exact replica."
"If he gives his heart to anyone simply because they look like me, Ryu is more stupid than I thought. Then I will thank all the Gods because it will be you who will end up with such a shallow man."
Knowing that her rival can't do much in his situation right now, she was feeling generous. So instead of getting angry, she merely waved her hand towards the paper in front of Akihito and dismissed the boy's insult. "Don't worry, Akihito dear. Asami-sama will no longer be your concern. Now, chop, chop. Write the letter. I want to go home. And you will need time to prepare yourself for your new home and master."
Akihito's lips tightened into a thin line. His hand fisted in anger. But he didn't say anything as he looked at Emi circling his fingers around Nao's neck. Quietly, Akihito started to write.
"Oh, give him a hint that there is someone closer who loves him more than anything in this world, will you? You know, people often overlook such things. They long for someone out of their reach, not realizing that they already have someone in their life who loves them dearly."
Akihito narrowed his eyes in hatred. No doubt, he was thinking that she was mad beyond reason. She just shrugged. "What? No one loves him more than I do. I killed dozens for him. And I will happily do it again. What have you done to keep him? You just give him troubles. So, you see. I look just like you, behave just like you, talk just like you, but I don't give him trouble. Asami-sama just hasn't realized it yet. So tell him that . I am much better than you."
Emi saw a glint in Akihito's eyes. Was that tears? Satisfied, she continued, "And don't you ever dare to cheat. I will read your letter before we leave."
Her bedroom is dark when she enters. The curtain is drawn, preventing sunlight from brightening up the luxurious room. She can only see the silhouette of Asami-sama, sitting in a corner sofa as the man quietly flips through the printed photos she took a few nights ago. Her camera was on the small table beside the powerful man. No doubt, Asami-sama has spent the last few hours taking a look at every picture. Well, she doesn't mind. There is nothing she has to hide from her master here in her apartment.
"Kirishima told me that you like to take photos recently," her master said without looking at her.
"It is called photography, you know," she pretended to scowl at her master.
Her master stilled upon hearing her reply. She knows she has his full attention now. Her tone and attitude was an impeccable replica of Akihito's and Asami-sama must have noticed it as well. It helped that Akihito willingly gave more useful hints to perfect her acting last night, especially after a few more threats towards the baby boy.
Slowly putting the photos down, Asami-sama looks up and stares at her, long and hard. Other people will shrink in fear, but not Emi. She stands in front of her master defiantly, daring the crime lord to send her away.
After a long silence, her master closes his eyes and rests his head on top of the single chair. Asami-sama looked tired when he ordered, "Come here."
The command was expected, but it still made her smile in joy. Oh, how she wants to do a victory dance. But it will ruin everything. So instead, she walks leisurely towards her master.
Her husband, she corrected herself silently. Soon.
She stops right in front of the man, waiting patiently for Asami-sama to allow her to touch. From Akihito's description last night, it seems the boy doesn't need any permission before putting his hand on Asami-sama's skin. But Asami-sama doesn't like any of his whores to do so. And the last thing she wants now is giving Asami-sama a reason to eliminate her. Not now when she has survived to be the only one.
Grabbing her lean waist, Asami-sama suddenly pulls her down. She squeals in surprise, but happily complies to sit on the man's lap. This is the first time they have done this and the excitement coming from receiving her master's undivided attention thrills her until she trembles in happiness.
Roughly, Asami-sama burrows his face in the small space between her neck and shoulder, nuzzling. Tilting her head to give Asami-sama more access, she runs her hand across that broad toned chest, enjoying the hardness of the trained muscle under her palms. Oh, this is heaven. When her master starts sucking her skin hard, she can't stop the moans.
Asami-sama's voice was low and husky when he murmured near her ear, "God, you even smell alike..."
Emi didn't need to ask to know what he meant by that statement. She immediately understood. This morning, she changed her bath soap, her shampoo and her perfume to the same brand that Akihito uses. Damn, she even went as far as replacing the damn detergent! It won't be obvious yet. But in another month or so, all her clothes and the entire penthouse will smell like Akihito's.
She remembers the hatred in Akihito's hazelnut eyes as the boy grudgingly told her everything about his daily habit with Asami-sama. Akihito didn't have much choice anyway. It was either telling her every little detail that she wanted or watching the baby die slowly and painfully.
When she insisted for him to tell even the sexual part of their relationship, Akihito almost fought back in anger. Almost. However, one poke on Nao's temple was enough to make Akihito more cooperative. Without doubt, it was humiliating for the boy to describe every part of his sexual relationship with Asami-sama. Goro was aroused from the boy's vivid narration and Akihito face grew redder whenever the young guard groaned.
Tears stained Akihito's cheeks when he finally begged Emi to allow him to stop. She just chuckled at his embarrassment while giving Goro permission to jerk off right in front of Akihito. Her laughter grew even louder when Goro came, shooting his cum all over Akihito's face and chest. The boy could only close his eyes in shame.
Now that she recalls that memory with fondness, it turns her on even more. With a slow smile, she starts rolling her hips sensually against Asami-sama's cock before leaning down to kiss the man. To her surprise, the crime lord stays completely still and unimpressed. No bulging arousal. No kissing back. No movement whatsoever. The cold reaction froze her and she quickly pulled away.
Unfortunately for her, Asami-sama holds her waist tightly, preventing her from moving away. His grip is so strong until it hurts.
"You look like him, talk like him, act like him..." the man said calmly. "...but you are not him."
The comment was short, yet it alarmed her instantly.
She tilted her head innocently in an attempt to cover her nervousness. "Who are you talking about, Asami?" She knew her voice was slightly stuttered, but she couldn't help it.
The handsome face in front of her turned stony. She could feel those strong muscles tensed around her, the man oozing the aura of a beast in cold fury, and it is totally frightening. This man can kill her with a single blow and he doesn't have any moral issue to do so. Never before she realized the real danger hidden inside Asami Ryuichi until now. And the knowledge scares the fuck out of her.
Knowing that something is wrong, she is struggling to get away from Asami-sama's embrace. But the crime lord is so damn strong and nothing she can do to release herself.
"Asami, stop it. Let me go! You are hurting-"
Without even blinking, the man backhanded her across her face, stopping whatever it was she wanted to say. Her small body was thrown and she falls hard on her stomach. Painfully, she crawls to Asami-sama's feet while clutching her cheek in disbelief. The metallic tang of blood fills her mouth and her head feels dizzy from the unexpected impact. What is going on? What did she do wrong? Did Asami-sama find out what she did to Akihito?
But if she is hoping for some explanation, she won't get any. Asami-sama takes his phone out of his pocket, pressing his speed dial to call Kirishima.
When Kirishima finally came into the bedroom with confusion in his face, Asami-sama commanded icily, "Bring her out. I will question her later."
Emi can see that Kirishima is as perplexed as her. But his complete obedience is obvious when he immediately grabs her by her arm without asking further questions. Unable to understand what has raised Asami-sama's brutal treatment, fear takes her calmness away. She screams and kicks and fights Kirishima's hold over her, but it is a futile effort. The only thing she can still remember is that admitting her crime will be a direct ticket to her grave. It will be better to stay silent.
Yes, deny it. Don't say anything. They don't have any proof. In another few hours, Akihito will be far far away. And no one can help Akihito as long as I stay silent.
She focused on those thoughts as Kirishima dragged her outside violently. Closing her eyes, Emi resigns herself to her fate. It doesn't matter anymore how Asami-sama knows. Or perhaps, Asami-sama doesn't know. Maybe the man just wants to remove her from his collection. Whatever the reason is, Asami-sama's betrayal hurts more than anything in her life.
If I couldn't get Asami-sama, no one else could.
When Kirishima pushes her forcefully to Suoh, telling the giant to bring her to one of Asami-sama's empty warehouse, she just smiles charmingly at the bodyguard.
A few more hours, Emi. A few more hours and Akihito won't be traceable. Just bear with it for a few more hours. A few more hours.
Like a mantra, she chanted it wordlessly, taking comfort in the fact that soon, Akihito will be out of Asami-sama's reach. Soon, her rival will be in a place worse than where she will be in.
Part 3. 'See You In Hell, Akihito'
Kirishima efficiently passes the glass of vodka to Asami-sama. He wishes he could also take a bit of liquor tonight to drown the madness of the past two days, but his logic strongly tells him not to. He can't take heavy liquor well without getting completely drunk in a few minutes, even after all these years with Asami-sama.
God, I don't even understand what is going on anymore.
Kirishima and a few men Suoh appointed had spent half an hour searching all over the entire penthouse, digging every drawer and looking at every corner. Emi's beautiful apartment is now in chaos. And still, they can't find anything. There is nothing to prove that Emi is related in any way with Akihito's disappearance. Nothing other than Asami-sama's gut feeling.
Observing his boss sipping the vodka, Kirishima must say that he can't comprehend what Asami-sama has in mind. Asami-sama didn't give further explanation other than asking him to bring Emi away for now and to search for any trace of Akihito in Emi's penthouse. They also tried to find Goro and Takumi, but the young guard is still unreachable and Takumi is nowhere to be found. Kirishima is completely clueless and he doesn't like it.
"Asami-sama, may I ask a question?"
Long silence. Then, "Go ahead."
"Are we still searching for Takaba-sama, then?"
There is no reply for a long minute. When Kirishima was about to open his mouth to repeat his question, the answer came, "I don't know."
Asami-sama's voice sounded tired, as if the man was struggling to give up while at the same time, holding onto the slightest hope that the brat didn't leave him.
"I am sorry but I don't understand, Sir," Kirishima finally admitted.
His boss emitted a long weary sigh. "He wrote that he wanted me to find my true happiness. He begged me, Kirishima."
Kirishima remembers the farewell note until its exact letters. He read it for Asami-sama so many times last night that he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.
'This time, I truly want you to find your true happiness. Please, Ryu, I beg you. And hopefully, I will find mine with Nao.'
Still, Kirishima doesn't understand.
Clearing his throat to hide his embarrassment for failing to grasp the whole situation, he said, "Indeed, Takaba-sama did, Sir. Just like in his previous letter the last time he'd run away."
"No, it is different this time, Kirishima,"
Worn out, Asami-sama closes his eyes, leaning back into the chair. "Forget it. Maybe I was thinking way too much about his choice of sentences."
"Asami-sama, please. I am just trying to understand. If there is any possibility for us to find him, I will do anything in my power to do so. You must have your reason. But I really don't understand. Why do you think Emi has anything to do with Takaba-sama's disappearance?"
Hiding his uncertainty behind his closed eyes, Asami-sama quietly explained, "I told him that he was my happiness, Kirishima. My only happiness. I told him...everything about my feelings. Well, almost everything. I proposed and he said yes. He said he isn't going to run away anymore. He..."
Asami-sama shook his head as if to clear his own thought. Kirishima was at a lost of words. For a while, he just stands there looking at his boss dumfounded. This revelation changed everything.
"I know it seems stupid and illogical. I was confident he won't run away from our relationship anymore. But he was so angry with me about the kids. So maybe -"
Obviously, his boss believes that Kirishima was thinking how foolish Asami-sama's desperate hope is.
"No, no, Sir," Kirishima cut off quickly. "I am just surprised. I didn't know that you had proposed. So, the two of you were...engaged. Well, maybe now is not the best time, but congratulation!"
The chuckle was still tired but sounded more genuine now. "Indeed, this is not the best time. I was planning to tell everyone in a more glamorous event than sitting here in the middle of this mess."
"But putting this fact into consideration, then it doesn't make sense to think that Takaba-sama is running away, does it? I meant, he was angry, true. But he told me-," Kirishima stopped, considering whether it was wise to impart what the brat had told him in secret. Well, this is an emergency situation, anyway. Surely the brat will understand. "He told me he would forgive you. It was just a few hours before he run away. Now that I know about your engagement, I don't think Takaba-sama will run away just like that, Asami-sama."
His boss snorted. "Well, he did it once. He could have done it again for all we know. There is no proof saying that he doesn't run away."
"Please allow me to remind you that you hadn't proposed him and he hadn't agreed to marry you the last time he left."
"He had also told me that he loved me before he tricked me with that stupid project in Osaka. That he would have done anything for my happiness. And still, he'd left," Asami-sama grumbled with bitterness.
Kirishima just shrugged at his boss' stubbornness. "In my humble opinion, there is a huge difference between 'admitting love' and 'admitting love and knowing that the person you love not only loves you back but also wants to spend the rest of his life with you', Asami-sama. That is a very serious promise." He made invisible quotes with his fingers. "And as far as I know, Takaba-sama is an honest and kind person. When he left you before, he still broke his relationship with Takagi off. He didn't have to do that. He could have left you and still be with Takagi. But he didn't. He couldn't be with Takagi halfheartedly. And now you believe that he would run away with Takagi after he said yes to your proposal? Please forgive my rudeness, Sir, but that is the most stupid thing I have ever heard from you. Doing that is just plain cruel, not only to you but also to Takagi, and I don't think Takaba-sama could do such a mean thing just to spite you."
Asami-sama didn't say anything, so Kirishima continued softly, "You think he was discreetly asking you to find him when he told you to find your happiness, don't you? Because you believe he knows now that he is your happiness."
There is nothing of his usual firmness when Asami-sama nods wearily. Kirishima understands now. His boss is unsure. There is no guarantee that the brat wasn't running away and Asami-sama doesn't want to get his hope high without any proof. If the brat was indeed running away and if people somehow find out that Asami-sama, blinded by love, denies that obvious truth, they will mock him to the end of the world. The entire organization will be a laughing stock and Asami-sama doesn't want it.
"I believe...I believe that he was forced to leave, Kirishima. He said that the key to my happiness was closer than I thought. That I might think that it was him, but it was not."
Understanding dawned on Kirishima. "So you think that the key to find Takaba-sama is Emi. Or Takumi. Someone that is close to you, someone who looks similar to him that you might think it is him. But this person is not him."
Strangely, it makes sense to Kirishima. In fact, this is the first real clue he heard since his men called him informing the run away. He noticed the changes in Emi, how she became more and more similar to the brat until it is frightening him. Kirishima remembers the times when he couldn't differentiate the two of them in a glance.
"Call it a stupid hunch, Kirishima. But I want to give it a try. Because I don't have any other clue where he is right now. If I still can't find him, so be it. Maybe we are not meant to each other." Asami-sama drank the rest of the vodka in one swallow before putting the empty glass on the side table. "Now, shall we go? We can't find Takumi yet. But we can start from Emi."
This is crazy. The possibility is almost nonexistent. But Kirishima feels hope when before he thought everything was useless. With a newly awakened spirit, he nodded, "I will call the car now. Please rest assured, Asami-sama. We will do everything we can to find Takumi. For now, we have Emi in one of our empty warehouse, ready for questioning. I will do it myself, if you allow me."
Hold on, brat, wherever you are. We are coming for you. And you better stay alive until then. Because no one can replace you. Not in my life or the life of any other persons who are close to you. And definitely, in Asami-sama's life. You are the only one.
Less than two more hours to go.
Glancing at the clock on the wall, Emi is starting to count down her life. She knows she was out of luck the moment Asami-sama ordered her to be brought here. Somehow, her master found out that she was involved with Akihito's disappearance. She doesn't know how, but she is not stupid enough to miss the hints. There is no need for all the troubles of keeping her here if Asami-sama just wants to replace her with another light brown hair boy or girl.
But, it is okay. She won't go to the land of the dead alone today.
Suoh enters the spacious room, ordering men to move a long table to her side. Quickly, the men place various torturing instruments on the table. Obviously, they are trying to shake her mentally.
She just smiles at every one of them.
Bear with it, girl. Just another hour and thirty three minutes. Hold the truth until then and there will be nothing they can do by that time.
Two men tighten the rope that binds her until it is difficult for her to even take a breath.
"Thank you," she told the men nicely despite her difficulties to get air into her lungs. They look at her as if she is mad. But she doesn't care. If she has to do this, she will do it with grace. Smiling, she closes her eyes and waits patiently for her fate.
See you in hell, Akihito. Soon.