Partners in crime – prologue
Rating: T/M
I was only four years old when my father was killed. My mother died while giving me birth. So at age of four, I was left under guardianship of Shiroyama Yuu, differently called Aoi. My older brother, Masahito, was taken away from me and adopted by different family. I could freely say that he had more luck than me, but I couldn't say that what Aoi and I were doing whole life wasn't at least a little bit fun. Well, it was a lot of fun.
Aoi was mysterious and quiet man at age of thirty. He had jet black hair barely falling on his shoulders. It had few streaks spiked in each direction. It wasn't much spiked but it looked cool. He had black piercing in right corner of his lower lip that was fuller than upper. His whole face was strong and mysterious. Strong and sharp jaw, blunt chin, high cheekbones, full lips, black piercing eyes. I liked his eyes. They were piercing but at same time richly black and deep, and they were caring only for me. I liked that. Knowing that cool guy like him cared only for me.
His style didn't differ much from mine. We both dressed in dark and elegant clothes. He wore black leather coats, black jeans, elegant and expensive, polished shoes, silver rings and silver cool necklaces. I preferred black leather jackets, sometimes little longer, black leather boots and tight black also leather jeans, a little makeup around my eyes, and I always had styled hair.
My hair was dirty blonde and spiked. I had pale pink and full lips, big dark brown eyes that often shone even without any light. I was smaller than Aoi, but I was still teen. I had slim body with very little muscles. But I was quite fast and skilled at free-running and jumping, climbing or fighting as much as Aoi. Well, I have to be honest so I'll say that he is more skilled. He owns amazing skills of flirting, lying and sweet-talking. That often comes in handy for our deceptions and thievery.
I barely know to fight with bare hands while Aoi kicks asses. I'm good with knives and guns like him. But I am not allowed to use too powerful guns. Aoi forbid me that. He can be such a prick sometimes. He's like father to me. Yeah, we steal and make good deceptions everywhere. But there is one important fact. We secretly work for police forces. They don't know that we steal and all that, but we catch some criminals for them, criminals they can't catch or publicly arrest so we secretly find them, follow them, kick their asses and take them to park near river where one of special police team member meets with us and takes over the criminal.
As Aoi says, my father was shot in chest three times, in triangle shape. I don't know nothing about murderer or anything related to him but I promised to myself that I'll catch him one day and kill him to avenge my father. I wanted that more than anything. There were no any traces, no evidence. No murder weapon, no any sign of struggle or fight. Only three shots in chest and even bullets were removed from body of my father. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. That angered me to no end. Murderer seemed skilled and smart.
Aoi and I had nice and cozy apartment. It had two rooms, two bathrooms, kitchen connected with dining room and living room with everything that is more than enough. CD and DVD players, PS3, plasma T.V. and home cinema. We had one big shelve completely filled with collection of movies and music. Aoi listened to rock, metal and Japanese music. He liked action and horror movies while I liked dramas and romantic movies. Kinda girly, I know but I couldn't help it. I hated horrors.
In our free time, we would play games or visit same coffee shop we always visited. Owner of shop was Aoi's good friend, Gakuto Camui. But he wasn't just owner of some little and cheap coffee shop, he was owner of whole chain of restaurants and cafés in whole Japan. He was very rich and had good and little illegal connections. Member of special police forces was good man that liked justice and hated criminals for their acts. His name was Sakamoto Takashi. Takashi-san was simple man and very intelligent.
Also, Aoi owned whole arsenal of various guns, machine guns, explosives and knives. That room was locked and had alarms. Once, I entered it using my skills for unlocking doors and turning off the alarms. I have to say that Aoi was furious at me. Not to forget to mention, we had our special sign. We would pat our chest two times with fist then lift the fist in air and show two fingers; middle finger and forefinger.
In other words, we were team, we were partners in crime.