Author's Note:

Kay, I wanna start another AnE story

It's still gonna be YukiRin.

And Ofc I'm still gonna write Secrets~

So, I had a hard time picking a title, It was between: Protective Assistant. and English Assistant, American Detective. xD

So yeah, let's see how his goes~

If you want you can give me ideas too~

When I was atleast seven, I was with my father in a park in my hometown in England.

I was sitting on a swing, bored like I always was.

I wasn't one to have a lot of friends for being so shy around people. Though my father always pushed me to go out and meet people and make friends. I could never though. Everytime he'd push me, I'd run and hide.

I hard a voice that caught my attention.

"Crap!"

I looked up and saw a boy that had blueish-black hair with deep blue eyes. He was climbing a tree to get a soccer ball out of it. It was obvious that he wasn't from here. He had an accent. They way he dressed and acted too was off from here. I didn't notice the ball fall and roll towards me.

"Hey there! Can you hand me that ball?"

I looked up and noticed it finally.

"Oh..."

I got off the swing and grabbed the ball. I wasn't good at throwing at all. So I walked over to the boy and handed him his ball.

He smiled widely, "Thanks!"

I looked down, "Y-you're welcome..."

He looked at me amazed, "So that's what a British accent sounds like! That's so cool!"

I looked up at him, an accent? To me.. He has one.

"Uh... I-I ahve an accent..? I actually thought you have one..."

He smiled, "I may have you in your view, but you have one to me~"

I heard a yell, "Rin!"

The boy's shoulders slumped, "I gotta go... I'll see you some other time... Bye!"

I smiled a bit, "B-bye..."

Since that day...

I haven't seen the boy no matter how many times I went to the park. When I was fifteen, I gave up on going. School was at my tail, my father still pushed me into making friends, I had training to do, and I just couldn't keep up anymore.

Every now and then however, I'd stop by after school and stay for hours.

My father would come out and find me at the swing where I met the boy. He'd drag me back to the house and yell at me for worrying him and ditch training. I'd just go up to my room and lay down on my bed.

For some odd reason, that boy couldn't stay out of my mind...

No matter how hard I'd try...

"Yukio Okumura. Twenty-one years old. You have a college diploma Harvard. You've been handling guns since you were seven. You've never been arrested? Very good. think you may have a great chance to qualify as his assistant. All you have to do is introduce yourself and give him you folder.

I nodded at the man at the desk. He handed me my folder of my background and talents.

"Go down the hall and take a second left and it'll be the third door on your right."

I smiled a bit, "Thank you Mr. Surguro."

He nodded, "Good luck. He can be a handful."

I smiled sheepishly, "A-Alright."

I was waking down the hall being careful not to mix things up.

'Mr . Surguro had the same accent... As the boy I met fourteen years ago...'

I found the second left and looked for the third door on my right.

I found it and opened the door and poke my head in.

"E-excuse me, I'm here for Mr. Okumura... I-is he here?"

I saw a hand waved, telling me to come in. I followed orders and came in. The same hand pointed me to a chair, telling me to sit down. I followed orders again and sat on the leather. I noticed the phone was up and leading behind the chair.

"S-Sir... If your busy I can let you be and come back another time..."

His hand shook and hung up the phone. He turned around to face me.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing... At all... I just couldn't...

'No... It's not real...'

Author's Note:

oihrnesj

Yes, I do realize that this chapter was a bit short...

I just needed something to get me going...

So sorry if this wasn't what you were expecting...