I'm dangerously yours chapter 1: Something Painful and unpredictable
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A/N: ahhh, it's hereeeeeeeeeeeee!! I can't wait to write more for this fic and i hope u all enjoy this first chapter :D W/c: ~1.4k
The film camera flickered and whirred out a photo of the wreckage one last time before you dropped it back into your bag. You surveyed the area on top of a damaged warehouse; viewing the damage done by a gang fight earlier that morning. The warehouses bore bullet holes and singe marks that melded into the rust on the buildings. "well, it was an old port warehouse and it needed renewal" You mumbled. You climbed down the rusted latter of the warehouse and once on the ground floor, searched for the police you'd been sent to assist.
You walked up to one of the officers, a middle-aged man with an untrimmed salt-and-pepper beard and mustache with a portly build, as he discussed with his colleagues the incident. With a cough, you drew his attention to him. "I've collected photos of the damage done to the port, officer." You drew out the dozen or so photos you'd taken of the wreckage and handed them to him. The officer paused his conversation and flipped through the photos, nodding slowly.
"Ah, good work for a detective-in-training." He murmured, "I'll bring these down to the police precinct." You smiled, rocking yourself back and forth on your heels.
"If I may ask-what caused the damage?" The officer looked over at you, pulling a lighter from one pocket and a cigarette from the other.
"Eh, one of the gang members hit a unsecured stock of ammonium nitrate, blew the whoooole place up. You're a lucky little thing, coming here after we cleaned up the body. It was a death show." He lit the cigarette and took a drag, blowing smoke into the air that made your eyes water and nose crinkle.
"I see." You hummed. The policeman raised an eyebrow and chuckled, letting the cigarette dangle lazily from his mouth.
"Don't like smokes?" You shook your head.
"No, I frankly don't like 'em. They can cause you to die such a painful, unpredictable death." He chuckled.
"Well, little girl, I'd say that cigarettes lead to a pretty predictable death, although probably painful as well." He took a drag of the cigarette, "But you gotta learn that some "painful and unpredictable things" you fear can be worth it."
painful and unpredictable.
As you made your way back to the armed detective agency, you thought about those "dangerous and unpredictable things." Loose rock scratched against the pavement as you walked along a sidewalk that displayed a view of a river.
Well, Yokohama is dangerous an unpredictable. Your job in the agency is dangerous and unpredictable. You accidentally bumped into someone, mumbling an apology before hurrying on.
Hell, life is dangerous and unpredictable.
You mindlessly walked, caught up in the thoughts swarming your mind when you stopped at a peculiar sight. A boy, standing on the ledge of a bridge...
Your heart leapt into your throat, realizing what he was about to do from the way he just stared into the river. Frozen, you stood.
With a stifled cry you rushed to the place he leapt from, hesitating before taking a quivering breath and diving in after.
You would not let someone die in front of you like that.
Water encompassed you, knocking the air out of your lungs and you forced your eyes open to search for the boy that'd fallen in. You saw a flash of black fabric and white bandages in your peripheral vision and reached until you grabbed onto a sleeve, then an arm. Hooking your arms under his you pulled him up, lungs burning at the rush of oxygen into your deprived body. The boy's brown hair was matted over his eyes and you pulled him to the river banks, sputtering and coughing water that'd slipped through the orifices of your mouth and nose.
For a while you sat there catching your breath, looking at the brown haired boy who was seemingly unresponsive. A thought struck you that he may have already...
You shook the thought away and crawled up sext to him, clammy fingers reaching for the pulse on his neck before lithe fingers tightly wrapped around your wrist.
"...I'm alive, huh?" The boy said blankly, brushing away his wet hair. He looked at you with honey-toned eyes(one of which was covered by bandages), his cheeks and nose flushed from the cold water.
"Yeah..." You tilted your head to the side, observing the boy.
"Damn, I really thought I'd die this time, I was so sure of it." He groans, sitting up. He leans on his elbows, lazily looking out at the river. You noted that he was calm. Too calm for someone that'd just thrown themselves off a bridge and into a river. Either he really was calm or he was hiding a storm of emotions under a facade, you concluded.
Then his eyes snapped towards you, lips curling into a smile.
That smile just didn't feel right. It felt like a smile a child would give to their mother after they broke a vase, a smile that screamed 'it's not what it looks like, please don't be mad.'
A smile that made your heart twist.
He finally spoke. "Ah, oh well. I can always try again another day." You blinked, opening your mouth to say something before the boy shot up onto his feet, waving lazily at you as he spun on his heels and walked away. Scrambling up, you shouted:
"Wait, what-who are you?!" He didn't respond, simply walking away.
You couldn't stop thinking of the brown-haired boy as you walked back to the detective agency.
Those sharp eyes, that smile that settled something deep in your stomach from the way it curled and twisted.
As you opened the door to the agency and walked in, you heard your name being called immediately.
"Ah, you're back! The president's been looking for you." Katai spoke from his futon, phone in hand as he typed something away. The hikikomori practically lived in the agency, so it wasn't a surprise to see him there when everyone else should've left by then. You nodded and immediately bee-lined to the presidents office.
As you stepped into the office of the president, you were immediately greeted by the smell of tea brewing and a cat rubbing against your leg. Probably another stray the president brought in. You bent down to scratch behind its ears when you heard the low voice of the president address you. "How was the mission?" You shrugged, mind wandering to the boy as you petted the cat.
"It was fine." Fukuzawa raised a grey eyebrow, but pried no more.
"...I have another assignment for you. Difficult, but I think you can handle it." He slide a package of documents to the opposite side of his desk and you ceased you cat-petting to walk over and pick it up.
"What is it?" You carefully opened it, pulling out the documents inside. As you skimmed through page after page, Fukuzawa detailed the assignment to you.
"Do you know of the so-called "demon prodigy" of the Port Mafia?" You slowly looked up at him and nodded. The president continued. "No one knows who exactly the supposed young man is, only that he's the reason for half of the Port Mafia's total annual profit and that he's ruthless, feared both in the Mafia and outside of it." Fukuzawa took a sip of the tea that'd been cooling on his desk. "A client wants you to find out who he is, so they may bring him to face justice."
You stood there, silent and unmoving. The rational part of your mind scoffed and told you there was no use; countless others had tried to find out his identity only to wind-up dead on a curbside. But the curious part wanted to know, a seed of curiosity germinating and budding at the prospect.
Finally, you made you choice.
Walking out of the presidents office, determination shot through you.
You'd find this "demon prodigy", one way or another even if it meant losing your life.
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