'Wow…this place is so big! And it's owned by one person? He must be super rich!' you thought to yourself, glancing out of the window as you pulled up across the street from the skyscraper.
'I would like to meet the owner…but…that's not why I'm here tonight.'
You were wearing tight black leather pants, a similar shirt, a black vest; pockets filled with helpful items, and to complete the outfit a black mask which covered the upper half of your face. You looked down at your watch, and then at your laptop. On the screen were five panels…surveillance cameras from inside the building. You had managed to hack into the system. It had been a hard one to crack, but you didn't have a reputation as one of the best hackers for nothing. You grinned, everything was going to plan. Each panel was devoid of life. 'Excellent…now I've just got to disarm the alarm…heh, I'm rhyming. There we go, alarm deactivated.'
You slipped out of the car, blending with the shadow of the fence surrounding the skyscraper.'2:52am' you thought, checking your watch.
You efficiently hauled yourself over the northern wall and made your way slowly across the soft grass, as silent as a wraith. You pressed yourself against the hard surface of the building, and painstakingly slowly edged your way to the third window along. 'Third on the bottom…that's what the man said…' you thought, thinking back.
Two days ago, you had received a telephone call asking if you would accept a mission to retrieve a secret file stored in a computer on the twenty-seventh floor of the building you were about to enter. The voice on the phone had informed you that the file contained information on the identity of Kira, the criminal murderer. That had immediately sparked your attention, and you had accepted right away.
You double-checked that the alarm had been disabled before prying the window open and slipping stealthily inside. Your feet padded lightly on the carpeted floor, as you made your way down a dark corridor. Tapping on the computer attached to your left wrist, a map of the building opened, and you noted that you had to turn left and continue on until you found a flight of stairs, then make your way up 27 flights of stairs. '27? Really? Why couldn't I just take the lift…'
You mushroom sighed; momentarily distracted by the amount of steps you had to climb to reach your goal. You refocused and began to make your way up the stairs. By the 10th flight of stairs, your legs were already burning, and by the 17th flight, you were ready to murder the next person you saw. You dragged yourself up yet another flight and looked up to see the number 30 printed on a sign in front of you. Kuso! I passed it already!' you mentally yelled, rushing back down three flights.
Scolding yourself, you looked down at your map to find yourself nearly opposite the room with the file. You did a peace sign and grinned, before realising where you were. Sweatdropping, you slowly opened the door and slipped inside. It was a massive dark room, only lit by the glow of the computer screen at the far end of the room. Glad that you had nearly finished your mission, you walked over to the computer and looked at the screen. On the screen was typed 'Gotcha' above by a chibi black-haired figure lazily poking its tongue out. Cold metal pressed itself against the back of your neck, and you froze. "I nearly didn't notice you on the monitors, Ahiru-chan," came a low voice behind you.
'KUSO! What now! Are they going to really shoot me?! Wait…how did they know that was my call sign…unless…'
The metal was still pressed against your throat, and you swallowed nervously. "How do you know-" you said, then taking your enemy by surprise you pivoted around, grabbed their arm and hauled them over your shoulder. Not giving them time to recover, you pulled their hands behind them and sat on their back. You grinned, amused that you had gotten the better of them. "Think again," came their muffled voice, and they rolled until you were on the bottom, facing your captor. You stared up at them, mouth parted in surprise. Sitting on top of you was a man of around 20, he had messy raven hair, and dark eyes that you felt you were drawn into. You also noted that he had dark bags under his eyes and smelt like sugar (XDDDDD). "Who are you?" you gasped, finding it hard to draw breath.
Still sitting on you, he bit his thumb. 'Habit maybe?' you wondered to yourself.
"I am your current employer," he said finally, and looked down at you for your reaction.
You exploded. "WHAT?! You're the one who paid me to copy the file?!"
He nodded at you, as you struggled to fit the pieces into place. "But then….why?" you managed to get out.
"I was testing you…" he replied, emotionlessly.
"Testing me? For what?" you spluttered, completely confused.
"I wanted to see how you'd get the file," he said, nonchalantly.
Lost for words, you glared up at the young man sitting astride you. "Could you GET OFF ME!" you shouted, angered by his lack of movement.
He complied, and stood up. You pulled yourself off the floor, and straightened up to face him. 'What bad posture' you thought.
"Well…" you started, hinting at the man.
He merely stared at you, waiting for you to continue. Furrowing your neat brows, you asked if you had passed the test. He stared at you a moment longer before succinctly replying, "No."
An anger mark pulsed on your forehead, and you felt like punching him. "Why not?" you said, barely managing to stop yourself from beating him senseless.
"I was holding a fork."
"Oh."
All your rage disappeared, and you realised that he was right. 'Kuso! I'm such a baka! I should have made sure there was no one in the room before I went to the computer…it was a trap after all'
You crossed your arms, and glanced up to see the man's stare directed straight towards your chest. Your eyebrow twitched in anger, and you raised your left arm to punch him. He easily dodged the blow and grabbed your arm as you went by, carried by your momentum. He examined the computer attached to your wrist, carefully prodding it with his silver utensil. "Hey! You know how long that took to build!" you said, thinking of the months of hard work to finally finish your fully customised computer wristband.
Completely ignoring you, he continued to examine it, obviously enraptured by the design. You stood, tapping your foot in annoyance. "You built this?" he asked softly, the question taking you by surprise.
"What? Oh, yeah. It's completely my design," you said, proudly.
"Hmm…I could improve this…" you heard him mumble.
'That's it! He can attack me with cutlery, sit on me, and make me go through stupid exams, which I didn't even pass! But HE CAN'T DISS MY COMPUTER!'
You yanked your arm back, and kneed him in the stomach. You made a break for the door, but arms wrapped around your legs, which brought you crashing down. "Build me one of those," said the man, phrasing it as a demand rather than a question.
"No…build…one…yourself…if…you…can…do…it…better," you replied, kicking at him after every word.
"What ever you want, you can have it," he said, a tinge of pleading in his voice.
The thought of money stopped you…that and your leg was getting tired. "How much are we talking?" you asked, cunningly.
His puppy dog eyes looked up at you and he replied, "How ever much you want."
Yen signs appeared in your eyes, and you inwardly cheered at the thought of eating this month. "Okay…I'm sure we can come to an arrangement."