Fuuko was still puzzling about it the next day, and she knew what she should’ve done before—tell 007 about it. 007 will know what to do. Fuuko sat on her desk’s chair and entered her ID and password (*******).

Typing furiously, she told 007 everything about the guy she met. She didn’t tell 007 that she told Mikagami about it, though. The sound of another rivaling Agency who thrives for the same thing might not reach 007 well. As usual, the reply returns as fast as it could.

“If ever you want to explore again, do it cautiously,” wrote 007, “Maybe that was the man’s plan—to kill you off with himself in the bombing situation. Now, if you ever find the thing too hard, alert me at once and I’ll send another agent to cooperate with you.”

Fuuko ignored the last sentence—she definitely wouldn’t need another bloody agent tailing around her acting like a professional or an amateur. She can handle it herself.

But Fuuko have never thought of that before… Perhaps, well, perhaps 007 is right. Maybe the man was trying to kill her in the bombing stuff—maybe that’s his plan. Well, he almost succeeded; if Fuuko hadn’t got away in time, she might’ve been killed too. It was ever so lucky she was as fast as the wind. (Pun intended)

After she had gotten a reply from 007, Fuuko thought she might turn to Mikagami as well. Who knows? Maybe he finally figured out who send the man who tried to kill her. Well, kill is too strong a word—maybe she should use ‘assassinate’. It seems to go better with whatever’s going on.

Knocking on the door to Mikagami’s suite, she was greeted by a disgruntled Mikagami. “Still couldn’t figure it out, huh?” she said, smiling.

“No,” he grunted. “I find the thing the man said funny though. It’s as though as if I’ve heard it before… A quote? No… is it from a movie? Ah, you would know that, Fuuko”—Fuuko told him it’s not from a movie—“Then perhaps…” He was in his deep thoughts again.
She heard him mutter incoherent stuffs and sighs. This is getting tiring. Fighting’s better than this—at least they don’t have to figure out clues and things like that.

She heard an alarm go off. To her amazement, Mikagami opened his own laptop. “An alarm?” she asked.

“It wouldn’t be too suspicious, would it?” Mikagami said, smiling. “If the servicemen or women ever come in and heard it, they’d probably thought it’s one of my watches or something.”

“Convenient indeed,” Fuuko said. “Well, I’ll leave you alone for now. I’m not gonna read your private messages.”  She could see Mikagami smiling.

“Curses!” Mikagami said. (Eh, sounds like some cheesy movie with that word…) “Okay, Fuuko, I have no time for this—I’m sorry, but I have to go. Stupid headquarters or something.”

Fuuko nodded, ready to go out. “I understand,” she said. “I’ll see you later, then?”

“Yeah, of course,” Mikagami said, giving Fuuko a peck on the lips before Fuuko leave him be.

***

It has been three days after Mikagami left her for his headquarters or something, and he still haven’t said a word about it… Could he, perhaps, have left? But—his stuffs are still in his suite, as Fuuko quickly finds out because she was left with the copy of her boyfriend’s suite’s keys. (Boyfriend…hehehehehe)

On the third night, however, Fuuko found out that she had received a message from Mikagami. The message was suspiciously short, and it makes Fuuko thinks something’s wrong… Maybe something had gone wrong. Maybe he was caught by the Stouffer Agency… Fuuko couldn’t let that happen.

Writing to 007 that she might be away for a few days, she went into Mikagami’s room as to find some clues as to where he might be. Headquarters, then? How would she found out?
 

After searching Mikagami’s laptop for hours, Fuuko finally finds some information about the headquarters’ whereabouts. Okay, then. It’s time to take some acting. Fuuko brought along her compartment and her Fuujin. She also took Mikagami’s ensui (which he hadn’t brought with him), just in case. She’s gonna need it.

Walking cautiously to Mikagami’s headquarters proves to be fatal. If Fuuko was caught, she’d be dead—there were hundreds of traps the agents need to know and memorize about, or they would be dead. It was hard to find and avoid each one of them. Luckily, Fuuko made it to Mikagami’s own place in the headquarters. Fuuko knew that Mikagami’s ID is 469. And on the door was engraved the numbers 469.

Cautiously opening the door with Mikagami’s ensui (heh, she learnt this from Mikagami himself), she searched for any traps that might be there. Sighing that she had finally reached there, she just wants to make sure that Mikagami is in there, safe and working on the project. It was hard to act like the other spies—who knows what they were doing in here?

“Mikagami?” she whispered.

“Fuuko!” she heard an alerted voice said. “No, don’t come in here, it’s a trap!”

“What are you talking about?” Fuuko hissed as she entered the room.

Fuuko stopped dead in her tracks. Mikagami’s in there, all right. But he wasn’t alone.

Someone else was there. And if Fuuko needed to kill them all, she couldn’t do it alone. There were just too many of them. Mikagami was sitting on a chair—no, he’s not sitting. He’s…surrounded by read and green beams that seem to stick him to the chair.

Fuuko just gaped at all of the people. One seemed to be the boss—wearing a white suit (different from the others, who wear black ones) and a grin under his mustache. It was clear who that is—it was none other than Mikagami’s own “chief”.

“Well, well, so this is the famous Fuuko,” the man said, standing with his arms crossed, “the one we’re waiting for.” It seems as if they were…trying to catch her.
Fuuko was ready, however. Gripping Mikagami’s ensui tightly and holding out her arm that holds the Fuujin (but still covering it with her baggy sweater), she glared at the man in the white suit. Looking at Mikagami, who looks kinda weak, she acted her surprise to him. Mikagami just threw her in an exasperate look.

“What’s this?” Fuuko asked loudly.

“Well…” the man with the mustache said, smiling. “I’m #9, and very pleased to meet you. It seems that you deserve an explanation, and I can’t give you that unless you are properly seated.”

Fuuko knew all too well what this means and tried to dodge the beams that are tightening around her—the same beams that trapped Mikagami, she imagined.

Fuuko felt her body weakened as the beams tightens and she falls down, still gripping the small Ensui, which was very small and trapped inside the beams too. She found herself seated next to Mikagami. “What’s the meaning of this?” Fuuko hissed at him.

“Uh-uh, Fuuko,” #9 said, grinning. “No harassing our agent here…you’ve done enough of that, as you might’ve known…”

Fuuko just glared at the man. She doesn’t know a single thing the man’s talking about. “You owe us some explanation,” she snarled. “Now that I’m properly seated, I think you should tell us what’s happening.”

“Ah, well…” #9 said. “It’s another one of my ingenious plan, of course.” He clapped his hands together. The body guards just look at him respectably. “It begins when Mikagami met you at New York City—disguised as an agent as well as he is.” He grinned.

Fuuko threw a confused look at Mikagami, but Mikagami was glaring at #9 in hatred. Fuuko turned back to #9.

“Well, of course, I had my suspicion. I knew that you’re not in one of the Agencies we’re fighting, because I have no record of you, see,” #9 said. “Of course, we still have to be on alert. I sent a spy to spy on you…”

Fuuko just stared at #9. She still doesn’t know where this is all going. “Go on,” she said dryly.
#9 just smiles. “Well, you won’t be as sharp-tongue as you are once you’ve heard the whole story, my dear Fuuko…” he said. “Your ID is 162, isn’t it? Mikagami had conveniently reported that to me.”

Fuuko glared at Mikagami. “Why, you sonofa—I thought you promised not to reveal that to anyone, including this moronic idiot standing in front of me.”

Mikagami glared at #9. “I never told you that,” he hissed.

“Oh, but you did!” #9 said, grinning. “Remember the day you and your fellow spy drank together? The secret’s out…” #9 smiles, satisfied that he had made Fuuko angry. “Anyway, to continue! You see, Fuuko, the spy I sent reported to me every move you made…

“Apparently he sent back reports that you’re too close with Mikagami—especially after the meeting Stouffer had and how you had been there without realizing Mikagami’s there too.” A smile. “I was appalled, of course. We don’t want our spies to be attached to another rival Agency, do we?”

“Where is this going?” Fuuko asked angrily, her hands tightening around Mikagami’s Ensui. Ooh, if she could use it, the whole headquarter’s going to be blown away…

“Fuuko, Fuuko…” #9 said. “So bad-tempered, yet so sensitive when I send that spy to kill you at the pool—bashful when the spy’s trying to have some fun, eh?”

Fuuko was horrified that she had to relive that moment again—“It was you?” she shrieked angrily, feeling her face turning red. “Damn you! You asked the spy to kill me or rape me?”

“Well, of course,” #9 said calmly, “I wanted him to kill you… No matter. The spy’s killed, of course. Stupid useless idiot—not only had he failed to kill you, he had given Mikagami the chance to save you! Mikagami was supposed to be in a meeting! The stupid, stupid idiot… Pity I have to kill him, hmm?”

Fuuko was burning red—she felt like she just swallowed Recca and his seven dragons. “You, you…” she sputtered, but was unable to come up with heinous words for the man—she was spitting fire.

Mikagami looked mad as well… “You tried to kill her? But—”
“She became a threat, Mikagami,” the man said calmly. “Too much of a threat… That night brought you two together, didn’t it? Another one of the spy’s failure! Which is why I have to kill him more. So, after that obvious failure, I tried searching for another way to get rid of you.

“But ah! The joy!” #9 was laughing gleefully like a child who had just gotten lots of candies. “The joy of it when one of my spies found out that the spy from the Agencies tried to kill you! But, ah, pity… The spy failed to do so and killed himself falling off from the Three-Leaves Hotel building…”

Fuuko’s eyes widened. “Another spy tried to kill me?”

“He didn’t get to you, I made sure of that…” Mikagami said slowly, glaring heatedly at #9. “I saw him climbing up after you left the building, trying to poison your rooms, I suppose…”

“Another example on how close you two are!” #9 said. “Now, I can’t have that, can I?! Of course, I sent yet another spy to kill you when you foolishly walked into Alphabet City!”

“It was my plan,” Fuuko said through gritted teeth. “It was to lure your stupid spy…”

“Ooh, I see!” #9 said, grinning. “You might’ve done tremendously well if you’d joint my agency, you know?! Anyway, getting on, getting on… Anyway, the spy can’t kill you—oh, Fuuko, you’re good, you’re good—he can’t kill you and you threat him to tell you who sent him there!”

Fuuko remembered about that, of course…

“But—ah! You heard the last word of the man!” #9 said.

“‘I’d rather die than tell you that’…” Fuuko said slowly. She was utterly confused. “I don’t see what the connection is…”

“Oh, Fuuko,” #9 said, smiling, grinning, “even if you don’t, Mikagami does! Of course, I was ever so glad that you didn’t get the words right when you tried to tell Mikagami that! Mikagami nearly figured it out, and surely I couldn’t let that happen.”

Mikagami’s fists balled on his sides. “I’m gonna kill you…”

“You see, Fuuko,” #9 continued. “Those last words are our Agency’s trademark! I would never let one of my spies to reveal who sent them there! I made sure one of them carries a timer-bomb—one which I can easily set free when the spy’s too close to revealing me.” He grinned.

Fuuko’s mouth widened. So that’s what Mikagami was talking about—“You never know,”… It’s bizarre that she hadn’t thought of that. And she was so foolish to tell it all wrong when Mikagami needed it right.

“Yes, a fatal flaw you carry…” #9 said devilishly. “Never memorizing tiny little details, huh? Never mind that now… Never mind. So, I sent a message for Mikagami to come to our Headquarter as fast as he could…and he did, being an idiot he is.”

Mikagami could be heard cursing.

#9 chuckled. “Well, for my plan to kill you to work, I will have to have you here, of course,” he said. “I knew you would get suspicious if Mikagami’s gone for a while and sending you short messages! Woman intuitive, I suppose. I knew you’d finally find out how to find our Headquarter, you clever woman!”

“Somehow I don’t take that as a compliment,” Fuuko said grimly.

“Well—anyway!” #9 said. “I never expected to see you so fast! And you can get past our security too! I’m impressed, I’m impressed… You would go well with our Agency, Miss Fuuko… Seriously you will. And here you are.” The man grinned.

Fuuko gritted her teeth. “And you’re planning to kill me?”

“Of course, that was the original plan…” #9 said, scowling for the first time. “I wanted to assassinate you! Yes, I do! But, what would be the use of Mikagami if you die? I know for a fact that he loves you! He’ll be a bumbling idiot if you were killed!” Mocking, #9 laughed. “What an idiotic thing to do! So, now, I will have to kill both of you! I cannot let an idiots like you two leave after seeing this place!”

Mikagami just gaped at Fuuko and at #9. “I swear, if I ever die, I’m gonna haunt you for life!”

“So be it!” #9 said, even though he looked a bit scared of Mikagami’s threat. “Now, kindly sit back as we prepare to kill you, will you?”

“This has got to be a joke,” Mikagami shouted. He tried to struggle free. He realized that his struggle is futile, and stopped, looking exasperatedly at Fuuko.

#9 laughed as he looked at Mikagami. He turned to Fuuko. “Any last words?” he said mockingly.

To his and Mikagami’s surprise, Fuuko was laughing out loud.

“You’ve finally gone insane,” #9 said, smiling.

Fuuko laughed again. “You, #9, are a fool!” she shouted gleefully. She activated Mikagami’s Ensui and it broke the beams free. “You should’ve thought of how cunning I am before you trapped me…”

#9 gaped at her as she stands up. “But!” he sputtered. “How could this be?!”

Fuuko laughed. “Not so calm now, are you?” she said. “I pretended I was oh-so-helpless so you would finally reveal what had happened! What a fool you are!”

Mikagami said “Nanii?” the same time #9 said “What?”

“Ah, yes, another one of my ingenious plan!” mocked Fuuko, laughing as she sets the beams around Mikagami free. Mikagami stands up, looking at Fuuko as though she was his lifesaver. In a sense, she is. “Here, Mikagami.”

Mikagami took his Ensui and smiles at her. “I should’ve known.”

“For your information, this is an Ensui,” Fuuko said, pointing to Mikagami’s Ensui. “And it’s a very powerful madougu, if I say so myself.”

#9 gaped at the both of them.

Fuuko showed him her Fuujin. “And this is a Fuujin, my madougu.” Fuuko sneered at the man as he stumbled with something in his pockets.

“Men!” #9 shouted frantically. “What are you waiting for?! Capture them!”

Fuuko grinned at Mikagami as they get ready in their stance, their arms thrust out. “Don’t you know better by now?” she said, jeering at the bodyguards as she shouts out, “Kaze no Tsume!”

The men shouted in pain. #9 gasped. He pushed a red button on his suit. Then he grinned. “You’ll never get out alive.”

By the time he said that, Mikagami and Fuuko had both battled all of the bodyguards and defeated them. “Hmmm,” Fuuko said, smiling. “Don’t you bad guys have any better lines? It must be boring being bad.”

With that, Fuuko runs with Mikagami to the entrance, skillfully and deftly avoiding all of the traps that were set before. When they reached the entrance to the headquarters, it was already swarming with bodyguards.

Fuuko uses her Fuujin to get rid of all the bodyguards and Mikagami uses his Ensui to forcefully open the door slash entrance. “Go, go, go!” Mikagami shouted as he himself went through the door, finally getting out of the Headquarters. As Fuuko ran off, she could hear voices shouting at them.

“Ah, but Mikagami!” she could heard #9 shouted gleefully. “Have you forgotten the bomb?”

For a fleeting moment, Fuuko looked at Mikagami, horrified. “No!” she shouted.

But Mikagami just smiles. “Do you think I’ll fall for that?” he shouted back at #9 and kept running off, holding Fuuko’s hand. They found a car belonging to Mikagami’s headquarters and drove off.

“What—?” Fuuko stuttered.

Mikagami grinned. “Don’t worry about the bomb,” he said. “Even if he pushes it, it won’t have any effects on me. I figured out that he would probably try to do that, so I didn’t attach it with me like he told us to.” He grinned widely.

Fuuko gaped at Mikagami, and then laughed. “So where did you leave the bomb for you?” she asked uncertainly.

Mikagami just grinned.
***

Back at the Headquarters, it was blown to pieces by Mikagami’s bomb, which he had cleverly left at his part of the Headquarters.

Enraged, #9 looked on. “I’ll get you for this!!!” he shouted.

***

It’s been a long time since we’ve returned to New York City. Right after the bombing and the whole spying thing incident, Mikagami and I decided we should return to Japan. So I resigned my job and I met 007 for the first time.

To my surprise (and glee), 007 was a woman. She’s a woman all along, and she’s one of my heroes from now on. She promises that she’ll work against the Women Enslavement Stuffs I’ve been working on. That makes me felt slightly happier about leaving New York.

When we got back to Japan, we found out that a lot of things have changed. We weren’t that surprised, though.

Yanagi and Recca had two children now, and Recca’s still working for his dad and taking part-time jobs. I’ve found out he still trains and he begs me not to tell Yanagi. Ehehe…

Domon had settled down! That’s the most surprising part, I think. He married a local model at Japan, and they had been happily married ever since. He said he still misses me at times, but he also said he loves his wife so much he could never betray her. That makes me felt good. His wife is very nice, and, of course, very pretty.

While for Koganei…well, let’s just say he and Ganko had become “an item”. Kondo kept teasing them about it, but since Koganei helped him found another fox as sly as him (female, of course), he was being nice to the couple.

Mikagami and I? Well, I can’t say that I was surprised, but I couldn’t say that for the rest of the Hokage team members. The night we return together, they pour us with so many questions and they finally got to the part whether Mikagami and I are a couple. They were more surprised to find out that Mikagami had proposed to me in the car we ran away in.

Well, actually, I think they’re surprised at the fact that Mikagami and I are both spies too… And how we nearly killed ourselves again. I actually missed being spies.

Linda-san (that’s 007 to you!) has been keeping in touch with me, and true to her words, she has been going on and on a campaign against Women Enslavements. The men at Linda’s Quadron had to agree… Hehe.

Mikagami and I promised to visit New York City again one day, and Linda-san said we’re welcomed to stay at the headquarters. What did I said? I said I’d prefer a hotel with a luxurious suite we could share.

As for #9… Well, Mikagami had revealed who he really is, and his name is Brian. I don’t know what he’s doing right now—probably setting up another headquarters. One thing’s for sure, if that happens, Linda-san is not keeping it quiet. (Let’s just say we revealed a couple of things to Linda…)

Love,
Fuuko
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Author’s Note: I love doing this fanfic! It’s my favorite of all my fanfics! Well, if you somehow think that this fic sucks, why don’t you drop a message for me at nadirah_amy@yahoo.com? It’ll be a lot more better than keeping quiet about it, hmm? ? Anyway, the reason I love it is because of the plot and of them being spies! Okay, any comments, flames, I will reply to you if you mail me and I will attach a flaming envelope with it.