Fuuka pursues the thief

(chapter originally by Misayaka at writing.com)

It wasn't just the fact that all her belongings were in that bag. It was the principle of the thing. To let someone just take what wasn't theirs just wasn't an option. She had to make sure they learned their lesson.

How would Fuuka would do that, much less get her things back? She hadn't really thought on that, and was already moving after him into the train just as the doors moved shut behind her.

There was also the small fact of her attire, or lack thereof.

The train was much emptier than before. There was a couple focused on one another, and a sleeping older man.

No one noticed Fuuka. As for the thief... he had gone to the next car. She could see his retreating form heading away!

She had to get after him! She shifted on her feet, making sure the bag was steady over her hips, before she headed for the next car.

This wasn't without obstacles, though. Fuuka barely made it through the door, when...