Crushes before Justice? -An AsaKiku FanFic-
Chapter 1
Arthur's point of view
So, it looks like I have a new job to do, a new criminal to hunt down. This must be interesting.
"Agent Kirkland, we have a new target. Apparently, a new assassin named Kiku Honda has been attacking citizens in the city of Tokyo. We need your help to hunt him down and bring him to justice." My boss had explained to me early last morning. "But be warned: this man is a professional and is quite lethal." I had nodded after he said that.
"Alright, Director. I'll do my best to capture this wanker. You can count on me." And with that, I left.
One plane trip to Japan later, I began to worry. What if this man is too powerful and he kills me? No, I must not think like that. I'm Arthur Kirkland, and I've fought tougher than him. The Director has given me that same "be careful, he's dangerous" warning before, and I made it out alive. Surely, I can defeat this Kiku.
Now in Japan, I was walking, trying to look casual. The sun was setting; I should get back to my hotel soon. Paying attention to my appearence, I began to become paranoid. I stood out a bit, being in a jet black tuxedo with square sunglasses, and I was worried that the citizens of Tokyo knew I was a secret agent. They were all scurrying around, preoccupied with their thoughts. Oh well.
Passing by an alley, I noticed something strange. Facing the alley and squinting my eyes, it seemed as though a fuzzy dark shape was there. Trying to get a closer look, I stupidly stepped closer.
The alley was quite narrow, so I was pretty much getting sandwiched between the two brick walls. That didn't stop me from moving closer. I was a foot away from the shape when suddenly, I felt myself getting pinned to the ground.
"B-Bloody hell!" I screamed, staring at what seemed to be a silhouette of a small knife that held down my arm. Thrashing about, I tried to break free, but nothing worked.
Feeling a smooth metal blade gently touching my neck, I instantly became quiet. A smooth voice came from the figure I still couldn't see very well.
"Don't move." He pressed a bit harder against my neck. "Or else you'll get decapitated."
"G-Get off of me, you arse." I gritted my teeth. The figure just looked at the brick wall to the right of us.
"I'm guessing you're from the British Secret Service, right?" He responded, ignoring me. I was a bit surprised that he knew, but didn't say anything.
"...I'll just take that as a yes."
Sick of him laying on top of me, I sighed.
"Don't play with me, boy. If you're going to kill me, just do it already. I'll be growing a beard by the time you get off of me."
"Hm, I predicted that someone from the Secret Service was going to try to catch me soon. Well, I guess that it's time I show you the truth."
"What truth?!" I raised my voice. "I don't even know what you're talking about!"
"You'll see later. Just relax, ok?" and with that, he knocked me out and my vision went even darker than it was.