Chapter One: Hijack the Night

It was her 18th birthday.

And it absolutely sucked.

Shiho was in the lab, and was supposed to be working on the organizations 'top secret' project that wasn't exactly top, nor was it much secret. It was failing, and everyone knew about it.

She thought perhaps something would be different when she turned 18, that maybe someone would actually remember her birthday. But who would? Gin? Vodka? Anakota? Ha. As if.

And worst of all, her sister hadn't exactly remembered. Shiho felt utterly sick at that; this was AKEMI. Akemi who never forgot a single date in her life, who never forgot any sentimental thing ever, and yet there Akemi was, having successfully forgotten her own sister's birthday. Then again, Shiho thinks that Akemi hadn't 'exactly' forgotten because maybe, just maybe, Akemi was planning some sort of giant surprise party or something..

But Shiho seriously doubted it, the day was almost over. Shiho hadn't even seen her sister all day, nor had she heard from her. Now thinking of it, Akemi was probably out with that new boyfriend of hers.

Stupid boyfriend for hijacking Shiho and Akemi's night.

What was his name again?

Moroboshi something.

More like Morobo-shit. Shiho internally scoffed, feeling utterly exasperated and undeniably sad.

It was nearly 11pm. That's it, she was now 18. And her life still seriously sucked. She didn't want to blame this on herself, nor did she want to blame this on Akemi.

So she was to blame this all on Moroboshit.

Yes, perfect plan. He was probably an ugly piece of fat crap anyway that Akemi only liked because she felt sorry for him. Then again, Akemi had only met him a couple weeks ago, and not once had Shiho seen a single picture of him, or even heard Akemi speak to him on the phone.

For all she knew, he didn't even exist.

Stupid ass Moroboshit.

Exasperated, Shiho got up and looked around her mediocre lab in the Organization's base; there was a lot to be done, and yet there was nothing she wanted to do more than just go home and sleep the rest of this miserable day away.

As if it couldn't get any worse, she heard the thunder outside and a few droplets of rain began to pour, then their intervals increased, and soon it looked like the sky was crying its eyes out.

Well at least the sky felt the same sorrow as she did.

Sighing, and deciding to risk it, Shiho headed out into the downfall, careful to leave her lab coat and any important papers behind in the safety of her desk. The water hit her repeatedly, ruining her straightened hair (she opted for a hair style change on her 'big day' - so much for that) and drenching her clothes. She suddenly wished she'd thought to bring a coat, but then again, the stupid forecast lady was all "Sunny all day with a chance of.. even more sun!"

But no no, she wasn't to blame that forecast lady.

Who was she to blame?

Moroboshit.

Feeling entirely exasperated, and narrowly escaping a speeding car that nearly blanketed her in splashed water, Shiho hissed to herself, "Stupid Moroboshit."

Then to her utter horror, someone responded, "I never knew I could spike so much hate in a person I don't know."

Shiho whipped around, her wet hair slapping her face icily. A few strands stuck to her face.

The man stood in front of her was partly covered by the darkened shadow cast by the building above them. Shiho could make out a man who was rather, she hated to admit, well built. Really well built. He wore black jeans and a black v-neck t-shirt. A darker grey jacket covered his torso, but from what she could see, a lot of girls would've argued that they'd prefer him without it.

Shiho didn't have much of an opinion on that.

Then she realized what he'd just said, and replied with a murmured, "What?"

The guy raised an eyebrow at her. She then noticed that his head was covered in a wool hat - it made him look like a burglar.

Feeling defensive, Shiho shifted her weight to her other leg, her left hand immediately poised near her thigh - where she kept the small handgun (an organization requirement, not at all her idea.)

The man gave her a bemused smile, "I'm not dangerous, Sherry, not unless you want me to be."

He used her codename! What the hell-how.

Wait- hadn't he mentioned something when she'd said 'Moroboshi' out loud?

"Are you-Akemi's...?" Shiho began to say, then trailed off. She didnt want to say the word 'boyfriend'... it felt... off. Akemi never said anything about being romantically involved with that Moroboshit character. She'd just said that she once nearly killed him, and that he was -excuse the pun- killer hot.

The man looked confused. "Who's that?"

Shiho quickly said, "Nothing." Then she said, what do you want from me?"

"Absolutely nothing," he said with a straight face. "It's more like, what do you want from me?"

What was up with this guy? He was going around in circles. She wanted nothing more than to escape this horrid weather and just collapse asleep, but then there were these jerks like Moroboshit and this guy that interrupted her so called plans. "I want nothing from you," she responded plainly, feeling rather agitated.

"You will," he said, inching closer to her. "By the end of the night."

Could he stop speaking in freaking riddles? Before she could respond, or even think of a response, he was standing right in front her. How did he move so fast?

He was even more clouded now, the rain dripped onto her eyelashes and her vision of him only became blurrier.

Through the ear splitting noise of thunder and rain, she heard him whisper, "Come with me."

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