Hai. This is my first fanfiction on this site, hope to get some reviews, please fave if you like it! :3
-Bis out
Yamada Kaito was an extremely rich businessman. He had inherited a large amount of money from his late father: a criminal by the name of Yamada Hayate. That being said, it was natural that he had a team of bodyguards surrounding him at all times. He was not easily frightened, and was not to be trifled with. But for some unfathomable reason, when he stepped onto the Tokyo subway station, all he felt was a cold aura, a chilling fear rising from his chest. His cigar quivered, and went out.
"Hiya, Yamada," came a playful voice from above. The lead body guard: Ryuu took a step forward, raising his gun.
"Where are you? Come out, unarmed, or I'll shoot," Ryuu warned, grabbing the nearest man and burying him into his armpit, cocking the gun as if calculating which shot would be most fatal. As if on cue, the entire subway exploded into action, people run about backing into the corners, jumping onto other subway compartments. Little children began to cry, and the stranger sighed.
"Aww, that's dirty man. Even for incompetent losers like you." A figure jumped down from the subway roof, and flung icicles through the air, puncturing through Ryuu and his bodyguard cronies. Yamada scrambled backwards, pressed back on the subway doors.
"No-n-n-no! What are you doing?" he stuttered incoherently.
"Ahh, Yamada, I think you and me both know exactly, what I'm doing. Your father obtained all of that money illegally, and you've been filling in his shoes," the stranger replied.
"Y-y-yes, b-but why-y are you only wearing your boxers?"
"OH SHIIIIIIIIIIT!"
The near-naked stranger sprinted out of the subway and did not turn back.