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**REVISED**
So I kinda thought, what if there was a girl already in the Black Foxes? How would the MC's entrance affect the dynamic then? if it were me I'd get totally jealous! Like 'she's trying to home in on MY boys?!' So NOW, I made Takuto a girl hehe! Her name is Takata Hirukawa. A female tsundere, should be fun to write for! So please let me know if you like it :D.
"No way in hell."
Her piercing yellow glare should have been enough to repel any living thing within 5 miles of the place, but the four young men that gathered around her, knew all too well that the girl's bark was way worse than her bite. It was an unassuming Monday night after closing time in 'Le Renard Noir' an inconspicuous bar and restaurant situated in the heart of Ginza. Despite the cold, determined words lingering in the air, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, although, at this time the bar was restricted to anyone other than the five unusual people gathered there, for a very suspicious meeting.
At first glance, these people were hard to associate with one another, all of them very different in their own way, but they all shared a passion. All of them had a deep seated child hood bond, as well as a blood link to what were once the greatest art thieves of all time. That's right, these five people were all direct descendants of the 'Le Renard Noir' thieves, but more importantly they were all members of the current ring of thieves that had been stirring up a lot of trouble in the media and infuriating the police department. These individuals were all members of 'The Black Foxes' and any police officer in the whole of Japan would have easily given their right arm, to be able to listen in on their conversation in this very bar, they would have however been very confused at this point.
"C'mon Takataaa! It's only a little mixer!"
A boy with bright red hair sang. His name was Hiro Sarashina, and he was the youngest member of the Black foxes at 21. He was currently studying art in college and was the owner of an extraordinarily high IQ and an eye for determining the legitimacy of works of art, he was also a master of disguise and had an indispensible knowledge of art and museums. Hiro twirled the scowling girl's hair around his finger playfully - he was also a bit of a playboy. The girl viciously slapped his hand away being long immune to his flirtatious charms that had fooled so many others.
"Waste of my valuable time."
She hissed beginning to get agitated by their constant pressing, not that she wasn't grumpy at the best of times. Her name was Takata Hirukawa and she was an exceptionally skilled hacker, by day she worked as a regular programmer for a large company, by night she hacked into advanced security systems and disabled hidden alarms in some of Japan's most prestigious buildings. She rather got a kick out of it. For what extensive knowledge Takata had with machines, she lacked in sociability. To most, Takata would seem cold and quite frankly rude - which to an extent she was. She rarely opened up to any other than her four childhood friends, which was what they were bothering her over right now.
After saying her piece, she returned her full attention to the steaming bowl of pork noodles in front of her. She slurped them up noisily, in a desperate attempt to put an end to this awful discussion.
"Well that's not very sexy."
A handsome man with dark hair sighed, his name was Riki Yanase and he was probably the most unlikely member of the Black Foxes, he certainly had the most to lose. Riki was extremely confident and very handsome with an ego to match. He was a strong leader he took charge during missions and made sure nothing went amiss. His plans were more than often perfect and his decisions were often the right ones, all of the Black Foxes had complete faith in him. Riki worked in the Ministry of Finance and his father was a notable politician, it was inevitable that one day, Riki would have an arranged marriage to benefit his family and take his father's seat. Although it seemed he was not entirely happy with this arrangement he had come to accept it. Riki cringed as Takata got flustered and began choking, throwing her words out in between chokes:
"Wasn't *cough* meant to be. *cough*"
A devilish grin curled on his face as he ruffled her hair and patted her back, he chuckled:
"There's no need to get so embarrassed."
Takata's cheeks burned bright red, but her eyes continued to glare at them:
"It's coz you're all talking about weird things!"
There was a slight growl in her voice as if warding them off. A slightly older man with a beard and black glasses snatched the half - eaten bowl of pork noodles off of the table:
"What's so weird about looooove?"
He teased with a goofy grin on his face. Atsumu Kashiwabara was a little older than the rest of them at 35. Back in the day he was one of the greatest thieves in the world, but after the death of his beloved wife, he retired from the field and controlled missions from the basement of 'Le Renard Noir' which he owned. He was referred to as 'Boss' because he made all arrangements for the mission and had a vast number of contacts, even some in the police department apparently - but he was very secretive. Some might say he was laid back and relaxed with a goofy love for fortune telling, but there was sure to be more to Atsumu Kashiwabara.
"It's not lo- lo-that it's a pain in the ass mixer, and gimme back my pork noodles beardy!"
Takata snatched the noodles back using her less than affectionate nickname for him and stuffed noodles in her mouth furiously to hide her flushed face.
"Still can't say 'love' huh?"
Hiro teased:
"S-shut up!" She stuttered, which only made Riki chuckle.
Takata sighed at his laugh, getting tired of all this pointless teasing. Riki suddenly poked her on the cheek:
"Jeez, Riki, leave me alone."
She spat pushing him away forcibly.
"We're just trying to help you."
A tall, well built man with short hair stood up, and looked at her with concern. His name was Kenshi Inagaki, he was like the big brother of the group and although he did his fair share of teasing Takata, he did look out for her more than the rest. Kenshi was a firefighter, which was why his specialty was breaking in. He was basically 'the muscle' of the Black Foxes and depite his kind easy going personality, his gruelling training at military school came back to haunt him whist on missions, he was brutal to those that stood in their way.
"How long has it been?"
Kenshi asked Takata softly. Takata looked away refusing to answer:
"Taka.." He tried again and got a reply though she still refused to look at him.
"... What do you mean?"
Takata glared at him, knowing full well what he meant, but trying to scare him out asking, but to no avail he continued.
"Since you, y'know, had a boyfriend."
Takata balled her hands into fists, she was fine, COMPLETELY fine. She was perfectly content with the way things were, why couldn't they just leave her be? She pushed away her bowl and dragged her laptop in front of her, she opened a programme and typed furiously, locking her eyes on the illuminated screen.
"Can't talk. Busy."
She stated in between the scattered clacks of the keyboard.
"A while then."
Kenshi muttered under his breath. Hiro stared at them intently, a playful smirk curled on his lips:
"Hey, Takata, how about taking me for a spin?"
He said drawing close to her. But Takata was lost in a mechanical world of codes and digits.
"Sigh." Hiro puffed a dramatically.
"We've lost her."
"Yep, she's pretty much dead to us."
Kenshi replied, putting a hand on Hiro's shoulder. Hiro looked deep in thought before a devious smirk played on his lips.
"Do you remember, Taka? When you had that huge crush on Riki back in high school?"
Takata froze, her eyes widened and her face turned a dark shade of crimson as she stopped typing and glowered at Hiro:
"I - I did not."
She tried to make her voice sound confident, but it came shaky and flustered.
"You totally did!"
Hiro sang, his amber eyes shining.
"Everybody knew about it! Even boss knew!"
"It's true!" Atsumu chimed, his eyes smiling behind his glasses. Riki smirked and pinched Takata's cheek.
"It can't be helped. I am perfect and masculine. Actually, I'd be concerned if she didn't have a bit of a thing for me at one point."
"S-shut up."
She slapped Riki's hand away and rubbed her warm cheek.
"W-we have bigger things to worry about. Aren't we supposed to be discussing the mission?"
Hiro sighed and pouted.
"You aren't any fun, Taka."
Riki spoke up, a teasing grin on his face.
"No mission talk until you agree to this mixer."
Takata scowled.
"Hell no I said."
She crossed her arms dead set in her decision:
"Why is everyone so concerned about me? None of you idiots have girlfriends."
"Because Takata, frankly, you're kind of a prude."
Riki announced. Anger growled inside Takata.
"The hell is that supposed to mean?!"
She snapped staring icily at Riki, who rolled his eyes.
"That you need our help."
Hiro suddenly looked serious. He put his hand over Takata's and looked into her eyes.
"You're so cold and hostile to every man who shows an interest. Takata, you need to open up more, to people other than us."
The truth was, Takata did want someone to love her, but every time someone came along she got nervous and hid behind her sharp tongue. Plus, she had the whole thief thing to worry about. She clicked her tongue and threw her hands in the air.
"Say I do get a boyfriend. How am I supposed to keep THIS a secret."
She gestured wildly around Le Renard Noir and everyone fell silent knowing what she meant. The fact she was a thief was kind of a problem.
But they were noble thieves as they always returned the art to its rightful owner - not for a profit, it was possible, someone would maybe understand. Kenshi rested a hand on her shoulder.
"We'll find a way."
He spoke meaningfully, making Takata waver a little before Riki's sharp voice cut them off.
"Enough."
With this new tension everyone knew that play time was over. Riki turned to Takata.
"You're going to the mixer and that's final. With a man in your life you might be less hostile, who knows."
Takata huffed frustrated:
"I said no.."
Boss leaned over to her, his brown eyes shining:
"Taka, if you do this, I'll make you those special white day spicy pork noodles that you love so much."
Takata hesitated:
"Pork noodles..."
She drew her gaze to the floor and muttered
"What a pain in the ass.. Fine."
"YAY!"
Hiro squealed
"I'm totally gonna make you over! I have THE cutest bow hairpiece and-"
Takata was ready to retaliate but Riki interrupted him.
"Okay, now that's decided, on with the mission. Kenshi, bring the blueprints over."
Kenshi spread the blueprints across the table and everyone stared hard at it. Hiro's eyes widened immediately:
"T-this is!"
Takata gulped.
"Yep."
Boss stated proudly.
"It's time foxes! Time, to locate the great granddaughter of the Japanese Leonardo DaVinci!"