Fallen Angel
By Atlantis Forester
Disclaimer: "St. Tail" belongs to Megumi Tachikawa.
A.N. So, this is a story about Meimi's mother, Eimi. By the way, Eimi's thief name really was "Fallen Angel"(see manga book 5 of St. Tail: "I was called 'Fallen Angel', the thief who falls from the sky.") and Daiki Asuka (not Daiki Asuka Jr.! I'm calling his dad Asuka in here.) really did chase Eimi. Also, the way I'm making Eimi meet Genichiro is the real thing (again see book 5). Anyways, on with the story! ^_^
(Oh, and Genichiro will appear much later, at the end of her career as a thief because it's thanks to him she stopped stealing.)
(And, if anyone knows Eimi's real last name, could you tell me? Thanks. For now, I'll just improvise.)
Chapter One: Fallen Angel
///CRASH///
"STOP! THIEF!" The shout echoed through the night.
A slim, dark and graceful figure swiftly bounded from roof to roof as lightly as a feather. The figure was obviously a female, all dressed in black, long hair trailing behind. Police sirens wailed, red light flashing everywhere. However, they were quickly outrun.
The figure jumped, and landed noiselessly on a quiet and dark street lit only by elaborate street lamps and strode with catlike grace in front of a huge white mansion. "Hmm." The female's voice was light and musical. In the faint light, you could notice her patting her pockets, and finally taking out a key. "Ah! Here it is!" She unlocked the door, and stepped into the mansion, turning on the lights after locking the door behind her.
The bright light revealed the mysterious figure to be a pretty girl of sixteen, with red-gold hair cascading down past her waist, and bright blue eyes. She was tightly dressed entirely in black, and the cloth was fine, soft, tough, and obviously of very good quality. At her earlobes she wore valuable ice blue crystal drops that must have cost a fortune, and her long gloves and boots were made of expensive leather. All in all, she looked like a very rich version of a thief. And that's exactly what Eimi Hatashi was.
"Ahh." Eimi sighed luxuriously as she sank down on her squishy leather couch. Her mansion was richly and tastefully furnished, and filled with priceless valuables. All, of course, things which she had stolen.
Pleased with herself, Eimi examined her new prize. It was an exquisite diamond necklace that gleamed with such a pure whiteness that it was almost blinding. She could get it for millions in the Black Market. Carelessly, she tossed it on the small glass coffee table. Stretching, she got up and sauntered agilely up the stairs to her room. She pulled off her thief outfit, hid it carefully in a secret compartment at the back of her closet, and changed into her nightclothes.
Sitting at her dresser, she snapped off the earrings and ran an ivory carved brush through her luxurious hair. Eimi yawned with annoyance. Today was Sunday. Thus, she had school tomorrow. Oh well, she thought. I suppose that being a bit late won't hurt. And with that, she tucked herself in her sweet-scented satin and silk covered bed, and fell instantly asleep.
~~~
Seventeen-year old Daiki Asuka rubbed his eyes with a yawn. He hated mornings. Checking his watch, he realized that he was late for school. "Arrgh!" he growled angrily. "No time for breakfast! Jeez." He grabbed his bag and ran to the door. "Bye Mom! Bye Dad!" he called back as he tripped through the doorway.
Asuka made it by a hair. Huffing and gasping for breath, he skidded to his seat. "Phew!" he muttered slumping his head in his arms. "I got here before the teacher!"
"Hey, Asuka!" His best friend, Yukimo Aritawa, slapped Asuka on the back. "You made it!" Yuki, as everyone called him, was a cheerful sandy- haired youth of seventeen who got along with everyone. He had a broad mouth made for smiling and his twinkling hazel eyes were mischievous and he was constantly brewing new school-wreaking disasters.
Yuki was certainly handsome, but not even half so as Asuka, whose cold sapphire blue eyes, straight nose, sensual mouth and coal-black hair set girls swooning left and right. However, he was cold and distant to everyone except those close to him. Asuka was from a rich and famous family, so he was always provided with the best. Though he didn't look it, Asuka had as much of a nose for trouble as Yuki did.
"Of course," Yuki continued, "Sorata-sensei is absent today, so we'll have to take classes with the 11th grade (we're in 12th grade, so that means they're just one year younger) just for today."
Asuka's head shot up, and a grin spread on his face. "Oh?" he asked meaningfully.
Yuki grinned as well. "Yes. I'm class president, so I was informed. We have one hour free before we go, though."
By now, the two boys were grinning at each other like Cheshire cats, and whisked off to the back of the room, crouching, whispering, and most probably, plotting something. Everyone sweatdropped.
"This is going to be a long day."
~~~
Eimi had just walked into class when her excited friends crowded around her. "What's going on?" she inquired curiously.
"Didn't you hear?" Takami chattered. Her gleaming cobalt eyes were alight. "The class A 12th graders is joining our class for today because their teacher's sick!"
"Yeah!" Aashi, another of Eimi's friends, continued for Takami. "They're coming in second-period!" She shook back her wavy chestnut hair. "Don't you know what this means?!"
Eimi blinked. "Cake?" she perked up.
They sweatdropped. Everyone knew that Eimi had a very big sweet tooth. "No, you moron!" Takami yelled, exasperated. "This means that those cool upper-classmen are coming, too!"
The girls sighed mistily except for Eimi.
"Erm." Eimi said tentatively. "WHICH upper-classmen?"
"Don't you know ANYTHING?" Takami demanded tartly. "We're talking about Aritawa-sempai and ASUKA-sempai!"
"Huh? Who?"
"Urk." The girls sweatdropped again, and collapsed.
~~~
Asuka strode in confidently in the classroom with Yuki and the rest of his class. Everyone made seats for the newcomers. As he and Yuki stayed in the back, there were only two seats left, one next to a pretty chestnut- haired girl. Yuki slid in that seat, and smiled at the girl, who blushed. Asuka turned to the only seat left, and saw the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She was obviously rich, that was for sure. Ice blue crystal and pearl drops hung elegantly from her ears, and a graceful, matching pendant hung from her neck. Her uniform fit her perfectly, and was made of better material than those of the others. Filthy rich, he thought wryly. Her long, smooth and shiny red-gold hair flowed freely around her, and her bright blue eyes were fringed with long, dark lashes.
The girl smiled at him, and his breath caught in his throat. Suddenly, he realized that he was still standing and staring at her. Cheeks slightly pink, he slid down next to her and caught a whiff of fragrant perfume from her. Asuka, a little bewildered, wondered why no one else had sat next to this glorious girl. Surely many guys would have fought for the privilege of sitting next to her! he thought, slightly bewildered, turning his head slightly to examine her again from the corner of his eye. Suddenly, their eyes met, and there was electricity in the air. It was Fate. Fate had arranged it.
~~~
Eimi noticed an extremely handsome boy at the very back of the line of students filing in with great interest. His head was held up arrogantly, and he had slung his bag over one shoulder. The boy was a bit taller than everyone else in the class, and an aura of irresistible charisma enveloped him. Eimi couldn't help noticing that all the girls' heads automatically turned to him.
Everyone took seats and finally, there was only one seat left: the one next to her. Eimi normally like to have an entire bench to herself, but there was still one person left who needed a seat. That boy. His intense sapphire eyes set on her and he stared. A little embarrassed, Eimi smiled tentatively at him and was rewarded with a blush as the boy seemed to start out of a trance. Coughing lightly, he sat down, and tried to pretend that he wasn't looking at her. However, Eimi caught his eye, and felt a tingle go down her spine. Electricity flashed between the two.
Eimi was the first to look away. She distracted herself by glancing at her best friend, Suzumi Tashiro, a dark-haired and hazel-eyed tomboy. Suzumi grinned and gave her two thumbs up, winking suggestively. Eimi glared at her, mouthing, "What kind of best friend are you anyways?!".
Suzumi looked back at her innocently. "Was I ever your friend?" she mouthed back mischievously. "I never noticed!"
Pouting, Eimi turned back and nearly jumped out of her skin when she found the math teacher standing right in front of her, glaring imperiously. "Miss Hatashi!" he barked severely. "I would like you to keep your attention on the classwork! If I catch you being distracted again, I will give you a detention!"
Everyone in her class looked back at her with pity. Detention with their math teacher was always tough.
Eimi sweatdropped and nearly fell out of her chair. "Hai, Tsukume- sensei," she muttered. With a final glare, Mr. Tsukume marched back to the board and droned on.
When she turned around, she realized that the boy was smiling at her. His sapphire eyes twinkled as he passed her a note. Unfolding it under her desk, Eimi discreetly glanced down and read:
~Hi! My name's Asuka. Daiki Asuka. You can just call me Asuka. What's yours?
Smiling to herself, Eimi scribbled rather shyly on the back:
~My name's Eimi Hatashi.
Asuka read the note, and smiled at her. He wrote something, and passed it back.
~Eimi. That's a pretty name. Want to eat lunch with my friends and me?
Eimi frowned slightly. Daiki Asuka, so far as she heard from her friends, was famous throughout the school for being cold and arrogant. If so, then why did he seem so friendly? Also, she didn't want to abandon Suzumi: they always ate lunch together.
~What about my friends?
~Bring them with you if you like.
Then he stopped writing and turned his attention to the teacher as if that closed the entire matter. Eimi fumed. Who did this guy think he was? Sure, he's good-looking and everything, but what with that attitude?! she thought furiously. Eimi scowled and glanced at Asuka with a frown. Hmm.
~~~
///BRRRRRRIIIIIIINGG///
"Hey, guys!" Suzumi yelled as soon as the teacher left. Her hazel eyes twinkled as she waved a newspaper in the air. "Today's edition! Fallen Angel is on the front page again!"
Immediately, everyone crowded around her. Suzumi's father was the editor of the local newspaper, so she always brought the latest copy to school to share with the others.
"Ooh!" squealed one of the girls. "Read it, Sumi-chan!"
"All right." Suzumi cleared her throat and began to read. "Fallen Angel, the most infamous thief ever known so far, caused quite a stir when she broke into the Seiko Museum last night and stole the 'Crystal Tears of Aurora'."
"Oh!" Takami suddenly interrupted curiously. "I know that! Isn't it that beautiful diamond necklace that was on a special exhibition this week?"
"Wow." Yuki raised an eyebrow. "That's supposed to be really expensive. Worth a fortune, actually. Certainly something a thief would go after."
Aashi sighed dreamily. "Fallen Angel is SO cool! I wish I could be like her!"
"That's right!" Kasumi, another classmate, continued for her. "Fallen Angel is a beautiful and mysterious woman who falls from the sky!" The girls all sighed enviously.
Asuka frowned. "She's a thief," he said flatly. "She steals: that's BAD. How can you admire a person who does bad things?!"
Eimi, who had been listening all along with a knowing smile, bolted up angrily at Asuka's words. "HEY!" she yelled. "Are you saying that Fallen Angel is a bad person?!"
Suzumi hid a smile. She was one of the few people who knew that Eimi was Fallen Angel.
Asuka raised an eyebrow. "Let's see," he said sarcastically. "Hmm. She STEALS, HURTS people, TAKES AWAY precious things from people, and she even doesn't seem to have a CONSCIENCE about the things she does. It's an abomination," he finished.
All these words struck Eimi like a barb. "She does NOT hurt people!" she retaliated. "She only steals!"
"ONLY steals?" Asuka scoffed. "ONLY?"
"WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ANYWAYS, MORON?!" Eimi exploded.
Asuka looked at her coolly. "For your information," he said icily, "I know a lot. That's because I've just been put on Fallen Angel's case."
"What?" Eimi gasped, taken aback.
"You're a trainee detective, aren't you?" Suzumi asked suddenly.
Asuka rolled his eyes. "Trainee detective? You insult me. I stopped being a trainee a couple of years ago. I'm a specialized detective: I hunt down people. My duty in this case is to find out Fallen Angel's identity and hunt her down."
Everyone stared at him in awe. The majority of the girls sighed dreamily again, and looked at Asuka with starry eyes. "That's so cool!" they chorused.
Eimi felt fear seize her by the throat. They were tracking down her identity with a specialized detective?! Feeling faint, she collapsed into her chair and automatically reverted to her cool façade. Time to get serious, she thought. Eimi flashed her thousand-watt smile at Asuka. "Is that so?" she asked lightly. No one seemed to notice her sudden change of attitude except for Suzumi.
Asuka suddenly realized with a gulp who he had been arguing with. A gorgeous girl. A very, very gorgeous girl. He suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. He couldn't help smiling back at her, showing even white teeth.
Eimi's heart tightened. She had to find out all she could about this new adversary. Or she could be in big trouble.
A.N. DUM DUM DUUUUUUUMMMM!!!!!!! *sheepish* Okay, so maybe that wasn't all that much of a cliffhanger. BUT!!! *wiggles eyebrows* Don't you have to REVIEW to tell me how bad/worse/horrible it was??? ^^; Please R/R, whether it be good or bad!
By the way, this fic is based on the manga, not the anime.
~Lanti~
By Atlantis Forester
Disclaimer: "St. Tail" belongs to Megumi Tachikawa.
A.N. So, this is a story about Meimi's mother, Eimi. By the way, Eimi's thief name really was "Fallen Angel"(see manga book 5 of St. Tail: "I was called 'Fallen Angel', the thief who falls from the sky.") and Daiki Asuka (not Daiki Asuka Jr.! I'm calling his dad Asuka in here.) really did chase Eimi. Also, the way I'm making Eimi meet Genichiro is the real thing (again see book 5). Anyways, on with the story! ^_^
(Oh, and Genichiro will appear much later, at the end of her career as a thief because it's thanks to him she stopped stealing.)
(And, if anyone knows Eimi's real last name, could you tell me? Thanks. For now, I'll just improvise.)
Chapter One: Fallen Angel
///CRASH///
"STOP! THIEF!" The shout echoed through the night.
A slim, dark and graceful figure swiftly bounded from roof to roof as lightly as a feather. The figure was obviously a female, all dressed in black, long hair trailing behind. Police sirens wailed, red light flashing everywhere. However, they were quickly outrun.
The figure jumped, and landed noiselessly on a quiet and dark street lit only by elaborate street lamps and strode with catlike grace in front of a huge white mansion. "Hmm." The female's voice was light and musical. In the faint light, you could notice her patting her pockets, and finally taking out a key. "Ah! Here it is!" She unlocked the door, and stepped into the mansion, turning on the lights after locking the door behind her.
The bright light revealed the mysterious figure to be a pretty girl of sixteen, with red-gold hair cascading down past her waist, and bright blue eyes. She was tightly dressed entirely in black, and the cloth was fine, soft, tough, and obviously of very good quality. At her earlobes she wore valuable ice blue crystal drops that must have cost a fortune, and her long gloves and boots were made of expensive leather. All in all, she looked like a very rich version of a thief. And that's exactly what Eimi Hatashi was.
"Ahh." Eimi sighed luxuriously as she sank down on her squishy leather couch. Her mansion was richly and tastefully furnished, and filled with priceless valuables. All, of course, things which she had stolen.
Pleased with herself, Eimi examined her new prize. It was an exquisite diamond necklace that gleamed with such a pure whiteness that it was almost blinding. She could get it for millions in the Black Market. Carelessly, she tossed it on the small glass coffee table. Stretching, she got up and sauntered agilely up the stairs to her room. She pulled off her thief outfit, hid it carefully in a secret compartment at the back of her closet, and changed into her nightclothes.
Sitting at her dresser, she snapped off the earrings and ran an ivory carved brush through her luxurious hair. Eimi yawned with annoyance. Today was Sunday. Thus, she had school tomorrow. Oh well, she thought. I suppose that being a bit late won't hurt. And with that, she tucked herself in her sweet-scented satin and silk covered bed, and fell instantly asleep.
~~~
Seventeen-year old Daiki Asuka rubbed his eyes with a yawn. He hated mornings. Checking his watch, he realized that he was late for school. "Arrgh!" he growled angrily. "No time for breakfast! Jeez." He grabbed his bag and ran to the door. "Bye Mom! Bye Dad!" he called back as he tripped through the doorway.
Asuka made it by a hair. Huffing and gasping for breath, he skidded to his seat. "Phew!" he muttered slumping his head in his arms. "I got here before the teacher!"
"Hey, Asuka!" His best friend, Yukimo Aritawa, slapped Asuka on the back. "You made it!" Yuki, as everyone called him, was a cheerful sandy- haired youth of seventeen who got along with everyone. He had a broad mouth made for smiling and his twinkling hazel eyes were mischievous and he was constantly brewing new school-wreaking disasters.
Yuki was certainly handsome, but not even half so as Asuka, whose cold sapphire blue eyes, straight nose, sensual mouth and coal-black hair set girls swooning left and right. However, he was cold and distant to everyone except those close to him. Asuka was from a rich and famous family, so he was always provided with the best. Though he didn't look it, Asuka had as much of a nose for trouble as Yuki did.
"Of course," Yuki continued, "Sorata-sensei is absent today, so we'll have to take classes with the 11th grade (we're in 12th grade, so that means they're just one year younger) just for today."
Asuka's head shot up, and a grin spread on his face. "Oh?" he asked meaningfully.
Yuki grinned as well. "Yes. I'm class president, so I was informed. We have one hour free before we go, though."
By now, the two boys were grinning at each other like Cheshire cats, and whisked off to the back of the room, crouching, whispering, and most probably, plotting something. Everyone sweatdropped.
"This is going to be a long day."
~~~
Eimi had just walked into class when her excited friends crowded around her. "What's going on?" she inquired curiously.
"Didn't you hear?" Takami chattered. Her gleaming cobalt eyes were alight. "The class A 12th graders is joining our class for today because their teacher's sick!"
"Yeah!" Aashi, another of Eimi's friends, continued for Takami. "They're coming in second-period!" She shook back her wavy chestnut hair. "Don't you know what this means?!"
Eimi blinked. "Cake?" she perked up.
They sweatdropped. Everyone knew that Eimi had a very big sweet tooth. "No, you moron!" Takami yelled, exasperated. "This means that those cool upper-classmen are coming, too!"
The girls sighed mistily except for Eimi.
"Erm." Eimi said tentatively. "WHICH upper-classmen?"
"Don't you know ANYTHING?" Takami demanded tartly. "We're talking about Aritawa-sempai and ASUKA-sempai!"
"Huh? Who?"
"Urk." The girls sweatdropped again, and collapsed.
~~~
Asuka strode in confidently in the classroom with Yuki and the rest of his class. Everyone made seats for the newcomers. As he and Yuki stayed in the back, there were only two seats left, one next to a pretty chestnut- haired girl. Yuki slid in that seat, and smiled at the girl, who blushed. Asuka turned to the only seat left, and saw the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She was obviously rich, that was for sure. Ice blue crystal and pearl drops hung elegantly from her ears, and a graceful, matching pendant hung from her neck. Her uniform fit her perfectly, and was made of better material than those of the others. Filthy rich, he thought wryly. Her long, smooth and shiny red-gold hair flowed freely around her, and her bright blue eyes were fringed with long, dark lashes.
The girl smiled at him, and his breath caught in his throat. Suddenly, he realized that he was still standing and staring at her. Cheeks slightly pink, he slid down next to her and caught a whiff of fragrant perfume from her. Asuka, a little bewildered, wondered why no one else had sat next to this glorious girl. Surely many guys would have fought for the privilege of sitting next to her! he thought, slightly bewildered, turning his head slightly to examine her again from the corner of his eye. Suddenly, their eyes met, and there was electricity in the air. It was Fate. Fate had arranged it.
~~~
Eimi noticed an extremely handsome boy at the very back of the line of students filing in with great interest. His head was held up arrogantly, and he had slung his bag over one shoulder. The boy was a bit taller than everyone else in the class, and an aura of irresistible charisma enveloped him. Eimi couldn't help noticing that all the girls' heads automatically turned to him.
Everyone took seats and finally, there was only one seat left: the one next to her. Eimi normally like to have an entire bench to herself, but there was still one person left who needed a seat. That boy. His intense sapphire eyes set on her and he stared. A little embarrassed, Eimi smiled tentatively at him and was rewarded with a blush as the boy seemed to start out of a trance. Coughing lightly, he sat down, and tried to pretend that he wasn't looking at her. However, Eimi caught his eye, and felt a tingle go down her spine. Electricity flashed between the two.
Eimi was the first to look away. She distracted herself by glancing at her best friend, Suzumi Tashiro, a dark-haired and hazel-eyed tomboy. Suzumi grinned and gave her two thumbs up, winking suggestively. Eimi glared at her, mouthing, "What kind of best friend are you anyways?!".
Suzumi looked back at her innocently. "Was I ever your friend?" she mouthed back mischievously. "I never noticed!"
Pouting, Eimi turned back and nearly jumped out of her skin when she found the math teacher standing right in front of her, glaring imperiously. "Miss Hatashi!" he barked severely. "I would like you to keep your attention on the classwork! If I catch you being distracted again, I will give you a detention!"
Everyone in her class looked back at her with pity. Detention with their math teacher was always tough.
Eimi sweatdropped and nearly fell out of her chair. "Hai, Tsukume- sensei," she muttered. With a final glare, Mr. Tsukume marched back to the board and droned on.
When she turned around, she realized that the boy was smiling at her. His sapphire eyes twinkled as he passed her a note. Unfolding it under her desk, Eimi discreetly glanced down and read:
~Hi! My name's Asuka. Daiki Asuka. You can just call me Asuka. What's yours?
Smiling to herself, Eimi scribbled rather shyly on the back:
~My name's Eimi Hatashi.
Asuka read the note, and smiled at her. He wrote something, and passed it back.
~Eimi. That's a pretty name. Want to eat lunch with my friends and me?
Eimi frowned slightly. Daiki Asuka, so far as she heard from her friends, was famous throughout the school for being cold and arrogant. If so, then why did he seem so friendly? Also, she didn't want to abandon Suzumi: they always ate lunch together.
~What about my friends?
~Bring them with you if you like.
Then he stopped writing and turned his attention to the teacher as if that closed the entire matter. Eimi fumed. Who did this guy think he was? Sure, he's good-looking and everything, but what with that attitude?! she thought furiously. Eimi scowled and glanced at Asuka with a frown. Hmm.
~~~
///BRRRRRRIIIIIIINGG///
"Hey, guys!" Suzumi yelled as soon as the teacher left. Her hazel eyes twinkled as she waved a newspaper in the air. "Today's edition! Fallen Angel is on the front page again!"
Immediately, everyone crowded around her. Suzumi's father was the editor of the local newspaper, so she always brought the latest copy to school to share with the others.
"Ooh!" squealed one of the girls. "Read it, Sumi-chan!"
"All right." Suzumi cleared her throat and began to read. "Fallen Angel, the most infamous thief ever known so far, caused quite a stir when she broke into the Seiko Museum last night and stole the 'Crystal Tears of Aurora'."
"Oh!" Takami suddenly interrupted curiously. "I know that! Isn't it that beautiful diamond necklace that was on a special exhibition this week?"
"Wow." Yuki raised an eyebrow. "That's supposed to be really expensive. Worth a fortune, actually. Certainly something a thief would go after."
Aashi sighed dreamily. "Fallen Angel is SO cool! I wish I could be like her!"
"That's right!" Kasumi, another classmate, continued for her. "Fallen Angel is a beautiful and mysterious woman who falls from the sky!" The girls all sighed enviously.
Asuka frowned. "She's a thief," he said flatly. "She steals: that's BAD. How can you admire a person who does bad things?!"
Eimi, who had been listening all along with a knowing smile, bolted up angrily at Asuka's words. "HEY!" she yelled. "Are you saying that Fallen Angel is a bad person?!"
Suzumi hid a smile. She was one of the few people who knew that Eimi was Fallen Angel.
Asuka raised an eyebrow. "Let's see," he said sarcastically. "Hmm. She STEALS, HURTS people, TAKES AWAY precious things from people, and she even doesn't seem to have a CONSCIENCE about the things she does. It's an abomination," he finished.
All these words struck Eimi like a barb. "She does NOT hurt people!" she retaliated. "She only steals!"
"ONLY steals?" Asuka scoffed. "ONLY?"
"WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ANYWAYS, MORON?!" Eimi exploded.
Asuka looked at her coolly. "For your information," he said icily, "I know a lot. That's because I've just been put on Fallen Angel's case."
"What?" Eimi gasped, taken aback.
"You're a trainee detective, aren't you?" Suzumi asked suddenly.
Asuka rolled his eyes. "Trainee detective? You insult me. I stopped being a trainee a couple of years ago. I'm a specialized detective: I hunt down people. My duty in this case is to find out Fallen Angel's identity and hunt her down."
Everyone stared at him in awe. The majority of the girls sighed dreamily again, and looked at Asuka with starry eyes. "That's so cool!" they chorused.
Eimi felt fear seize her by the throat. They were tracking down her identity with a specialized detective?! Feeling faint, she collapsed into her chair and automatically reverted to her cool façade. Time to get serious, she thought. Eimi flashed her thousand-watt smile at Asuka. "Is that so?" she asked lightly. No one seemed to notice her sudden change of attitude except for Suzumi.
Asuka suddenly realized with a gulp who he had been arguing with. A gorgeous girl. A very, very gorgeous girl. He suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. He couldn't help smiling back at her, showing even white teeth.
Eimi's heart tightened. She had to find out all she could about this new adversary. Or she could be in big trouble.
A.N. DUM DUM DUUUUUUUMMMM!!!!!!! *sheepish* Okay, so maybe that wasn't all that much of a cliffhanger. BUT!!! *wiggles eyebrows* Don't you have to REVIEW to tell me how bad/worse/horrible it was??? ^^; Please R/R, whether it be good or bad!
By the way, this fic is based on the manga, not the anime.
~Lanti~