𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚, 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

00:40 - Touch by Touch with the End.

Pain is all she's feeling all over her body, hurting more than pain she received as a child. It's burning inside and out her body, seemingly trying to exterminate her whole existence just like that. Her head felt like it's experiencing the worst headache of her life, blood still trickling down from the wound on her forehead. Even her left wrist is bruised at how hard she tried to bang herself out of the handcuffs earlier when the poison is slowly killing her earlier before the charcoal managed to absorbed it.

The wind brushes upon her body, reminding her that she in fact still in air. She gently fluttered her lids open, only holding at the person carrying her for dear life as a result of still recovering from her death and life situation earlier.

Sumire buried her face in the man's chest before sobs began to occur. She began to sniffle like the child who cares about nothing else in the world other than happiness she never got to be.

"You don't have to worry, Sumire. You're safe now." A familiar voice of a male reassured her, gently patting her in the back before focusing his gaze back infront of them. The brunette looked up to the man in surprise, not believing that he's actually there with her.

"Sensei." She stuttered as she began to gain back her senses, almost knocking herself off of her mentor's arms when she squirm in discomfort because of the bruises that lingered on her body. Kuroba Toichi dressed as the phantom thief from Nevada only smiled down at her and secure her in his arms before landing on top of the building the sniper that accurately shoot on the handcuffs on her wrists earlier on.

"Shu-kun? But aren't you--" Sumire questioned as she limp agaisnt him, staining his white undershirt with blood when he held her closer to his body for comfort. Shuichi sent her a look of unamusement before replying.

"Direct orders to go back to America for reinforement."

"And yet, you're here in England." She half heartedly chuckled in humor, not really amusing the two man who stood infront of her. Shuichi's eyes trailed across her exposed skin, worry growing on him as he saw how abused his partner is. In worry, he approached her but then bullets started raining down on them. Immediately, Shuichi pulled her closer and ducked her in his arms as he hid behind the entry to the rooftop with Kuroba Toichi on their tail.

"Do you have a spare gun?" Sumire questioned, leaning against the wall as she gasp for air. His gaze immediately went to her in surprise, evaluating her physical strength at the moment. The brunette looked straight right into his forest green eyes, speaking through her gaze in hope for her partner to trust her with this.

"You can't handle--" The male FBI agent started, only to interrupt himself when Sumire snatch the gun from his hands.

"Can't I?" She snapped back as she stepped back from the safety of the wall. Immediately her eyes seemingly calculate the distance, speed as well as the velocity from where she's currently standing. With a confident and poised stance she brought the slope of the gun in line of her vision, pulling the trigger as soon as she made out Gin's figure out of the four people there.

Smirking in victory when she saw Gin falter when the bullet grazed on his shoulder, she returned back to their post almost immediately receiving a scolding look from both of the men there with her, which she ignored to grasp on the Jericho 941 pistol Shuichi is reaching for her to grab in exchange of his Arctic Warefare as she didn't even in any position to hold a gun in the first place, especially big and heavy ones.

Shuichi then threw something at her, the asymmetric pair of earpiece that is meant to be seen as earrings. She immediately put it on and start firing bullets again.

"Why didn't you just shoot at his head or chest?" The former Kaitou Kid questioned as he loaded a hand gun like the one in Sumire's grasp. Sumire scoffed when a bullet merely missed her cheek by an inch after shooting at Korn's hand that he managed to dodge by hiding at some wall after firing.