A.N.- This story is dedicated to my friends. Yes, I dedicated this to all you crazy people.
Disclaimer: I don't own KHR (sadly) ,
*Some characters are based on real life people. I have recieved permission from each person ^^
Tokyo, Japan
The city lights of Tokyo, Japan were bright in contrast to the dark night. At the Tokyo airport, a figure in black walked out of the airport, and got into a black vehicle that pulled up to the curb. When the passenger got in and closed the door with a click, the vehicle drove away.
Inside the black vehicle, two people were seated. The windows were all tinted, and the night shadowed the passenger's face.
"Sir," said the driver, "it is a pleasure for me to accompany you to your designated location."
"I'm flattered," the figure in black nonchalantly answered, then after a few moments asked, "What is your name?"
"My name is Robert, sir," the driver answered in response to the question.
"Well Robert-san, thank you for being my driver," the passenger said, "Also if you'd like, you may drop the formality. It's a bit…awkward."
"Uh yes—" The driver, Robert started, but then stopped mid-sentence as he realized that he didn't know his passenger's name.
"You can call me 'A'" 'A' said with a touch of amusement.
"Uh yes, A-san," replied the driver uncertainly.
The black vehicle continued to drive out of the city for an hour, until it arrived at the base of an isolated mountain. The scenery around the mountain consisted of trees, rocks, shrubs, grass…and other features that defined a drab environment. 'A' noted this with slight distaste as the vehicle came to a stop. Then getting out of the vehicle, 'A' walked towards the driver's window and paid him. The driver thanked his passenger and then drove away. When the black vehicle was finally out of sight, 'A' took out a cell phone and dialed a number.
"Hello?" said a person on the other side of the line.
"This is 'A'" said 'A'.
"Ah A-san, have you arrived at your designated location?"
"Yeah."
"Good. I hope that your ride there was ok~ Oh, now that I think about it, it must be your first time coming to this part of Japan. So how—"
'A' interrupted the person on the other side of the line an impatient sound and said, "If you don't mind, can you just give me the coordinates to the residence/HQ that I need to get to?"
The person on the other side of the line chuckled. "Of course A-san," said the voice. The voice on the other side of the line then gave out the coordinates to 'A' in a bemused voice.
'A' took out a device and typed in the coordinates. "Ok I got it."
"Well then, get to the residence/HQ quickly and set things up there. You're two technicians should be there, so getting things ready shouldn't be too hard~" said the voice on the other line. "Oh by the way A-san, may I point out that your choice of an undercover name is hilarious? I mean really, A?"
"Che," 'A' muttered.
Laughing, the voice on the other side of the line quickly hung up.
"Hmph," 'A' muttered, "what a jerk. Acting undercover with a concealed name, dressing up this way, and playing my part are tiring and hard enough…there was no need to comment that way." 'A' then walked up the mountain to get to the residence/HQ. After thirty minutes of walking, 'A' arrived at the residence/HQ and stopped before it. Impressive 'A' thought as a four-story mansion stood just a few paces away. Walking around the mansion's perimeter, 'A' inspected the mansion and the area around it. Satisfied, 'A' went back at the entrance, and murmured, "Not a bad place…well hidden too." Then, pushing open the grand double doors, 'A' entered the mansion. It's time to gather my guardians…
One week later…
(America) Flushing, New York
A bus stopped on Main Street at around two in the afternoon on a sunny Saturday. As the door swung open, people came streaming out of the bus; among them, two teenage girls. One girl, who was taller than the other, had long black hair that curled elegantly from the shoulders down. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black, while her skin was slightly pale with a touch of peach. She wore dark blue skinny jeans and a white V-neck sweater. On her feet were silver flats and around her neck was a black and white checkered scarf. In her hand, the girl held a pink parasol with white laces on the edges. Currently, she lifted the parasol and opened it. The girl next to her, seeing that her friend had opened her parasol, rolled her eyes and said, "Close your umbrella Esa, it's not raining."
"It's a parasol," said the taller girl, Esa.
"Same difference," said the shorter girl. Then still walking, she turned to her friend and said, "But really, close the umbrella. You look ridiculous with it opened on a sunny day."
The girl with the parasol, Esa, shrugged, but closed her parasol. "So Jasmine, are we walking the whole way home or are we taking the taxi?"
The shorter girl, Jasmine, stuck an ear bud into her ear and answered, "Taxi." Jasmine was a short-average sized girl. She had straight medium-length hair that reached to her shoulder. Along the sides of her hair, she had strips of dark blue highlights. Just like her friend Esa, Jasmine had dark brown eyes, but her skin had a bit more color to it. Jasmine wore a white, slightly ruffled skirt on top of her black leggings. On her feet were caramel colored UGGS and around her wrists were some bracelets. Jasmine wore a navy blue vest that had fur on the hood, and under it, she wore a long sleeve shirt. On the outside, these two girls looked like ordinary city girls that anyone would see on the streets of Flushing, but their lives weren't as ordinary as one would expect.
After a ten minute walk and a forty five minute taxi ride, the two girls arrived at Jasmine's house. Jasmine and Esa walked up the steps to Jasmine's house and entered.
"Mom, I'm home!" Jasmine called out, "Esa's here too, so we're gonna be in my room." The two girls began to walk towards Jasmine's room when Jasmine's mother stopped them and said, "Girls, can you two go to the living room and take a seat? Your father and I—Esa's parents included—want to speak with you."
Jasmine and Esa exchanged puzzled glances and Jasmine answered, "Uh, sure…" Changing directions, Esa and Jasmine walked over to the living room couch and sat down. While they were seated on the couch, Esa turned to Jasmine. "Hey, why the heck are my parents here?" Esa asked in a low voice.
"How am I supposed to know?" whispered Jasmine, "It's not like I expected them to come." Taking a moment to think, Jasmine pondered the possible reasons why Esa's parents, as well as her own, would want to come and speak with them both. Wait a moment… Suddenly, a look of horror came upon Jasmine's face. Jamine looked Esa in the eye and said, "Do you think any of this has to do with the incident that we caused at school today?"
Considering the possibility for a moment, but deciding that it wasn't the case, Esa replied no.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm pretty sure…I mean, I got that guy to quit spouting nonsense about us carrying around lethal weapons, so there shouldn't be any problem," Esa murmured back.
Jasmine lifted an eyebrow. "You mean about you carrying around lethal weapons. I had nothing to do with it."
Esa just shrugged and waved off jasmine's comment. "Whatever, scissors aren't lethal weapons anyways."
"They are when you open and close them, swing them around, and threaten other people with them," Jasmine pointed out dryly.
Esa snorted. "First of all, those were safety scissors, and second, the people I threaten were threatened due to their actions, so they totally deserved it."
Jasmine gave Esa a look. "Ok, let me just point out that basically anything can be a lethal weapon, and that threatening fellow classmates with scissors go against school policies."
"Well—" Esa stopped mid-sentence as all four parents entered the living room area. The four adults walked over and sat on the couches across from where the two girls sat.
"Good afternoon girls," began Esa's father, "How was your day?"
"It was good dad," Esa said with a smile.
"Good," repeated Jasmine.
"Did anything interesting happen in school today?"
Jasmine and Esa exchanged glances. Oh no. This is where we get in trouble. He totally knows what went on in school and he's slowly breaking it to us. Jasmine thought nervously.
"Not really dad," Esa answered with an obviously fake smile. "School was just boring as usual~"
"Well that's good. It seems like your behavior in school is slowly improving. I'm proud of you Esa, and of course you too Jasmine, but then again you never get into trouble."
Problem successfully avoided. Esa breathed out in relief, and saw that Jasmine did the same. Wait. Esa frowned. Then why are my parents here? What could they possibly want to talk about…
"Well let's get to the main reason for this meeting." Jasmine's father sat up straight in his chair and took out an envelope. "The main reason we gathered you girls here was to talk about the letter we got in the mail from a mafia boss." Jasmine's father then passed the envelope to Esa's father.
Esa and Jasmine both blinked and unintelligently said, "Huh?"
Jasmine's father sighed and said, "You two have been selected to be the guardians of a new mafia boss. Consider this a great honor."
As the realization slapped the two girls out of their stupor, they both smiled at each other in excitement. "Cool, so where's this boss dude?" Esa asked.
"Well, from the letter, this boss seems to be at…" Esa's father took a moment to scan the letter. "…Tokyo, Japan." Esa's father looked up at them and held their gaze. "I'm guessing that if you accept the role of becoming this boss' guardian, then you'll have to go to Tokyo, Japan."
Jasmine's jaw hung open, and Esa had a look of disbelief on her face. "So what you're saying is that if we accept this…invitation, we have to go halfway across the world to Japan." Esa looked at her father.
"Yes, but only if you accept of course." From the look on her father's face, if didn't seem like an option.
"But um…we don't really speak Japanese that well…" said Jasmine.
Jasmine's father just waved his hand and said, "You two have both been taught several languages at a young age, one of them being Japanese…though it's not your most fluent language, you girls should be fine."
Ah, yes, the beautiful foreign language learning days…I remember trying to escape from those lessons when I was little Esa thought wryly. Jasmine seemed to have remembered those days too, since she grimaced.
"There, you'll go to school, learn how to fight, learn how to use weapons, learn how to use new technologies, and etc…"
Intrigued by what they've heard, both girls agreed to be the guardians for their new boss in Tokyo.
"Good," Jasmine's father said with a nod, "pack your bags tonight girls, tomorrow you're going to Tokyo."
Seoul, Korea
A girl was sitting at a table alone, in a café. In front of her, was a slice of chocolate cake with a strawberry on top, along with a hot cocoa. The girl's table was by a window, and outside it was raining. As she was staring out the window, the girl absent-mindedly stirred her hot cocoa. After a few moments though, she took out her cell phone called her father.
"Hello?" said the girl's father.
"Hey dad, are you here yet?"
"Not yet. There's a bit of traffic on the road because of the rain, but I should be there around…4:20pm."
"What! I have to wait for fifteen minutes!? I've been here since 3:50pm!"
"I know, I know Crystal. I'll get there as soon as possible."
The girl, Crystal, sighed in disappointment. "'kay dad."
"Then see you in a bit honey~"
"Yeah...bye." After the line disconnected, Crystal shut her cell phone and sighed. Crystal had nothing to do. She took out her iPod to stifle her boredom, and pass the time by listening to music. As Crystal listened to the music, she ate her cake and sipped her hot cocoa. This girl, Crystal, was an average 13 year old girl. She was sort of tall and had fair skin. Crystal's hair was cut stylishly short (up to her neck) and she had faded red highlights which were now amber. Crystal wore black skinny jeans, a bright yellow t-shirt, and a black sweater. On her feet were red Converse sneakers, and around her neck was a silver star necklace. As the next song came on her iPod, Crystal glanced at the clock. 4:15pm. Ugh. Could time move any slower? Crystal thought. She stuffed her hands into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. Just as she was about to call her dad again, her iPod notified that she had an unopened e-mail. Crystal put her phone back into her pocket and went to check her e-mail. The message read:
TO: BrightCrystal22
FROM: Restricted
SUBJECT: !
Hello Crystal! This is from a mafia organization in Japan. We would like to congratulate you—
Crystal logged out of her e-mail without finishing the message. Probably just some kind of scam. Crystal thought, rolling her eyes. If that was from the real mafia, an official letter would be sent or my parents would tell me…After all, my mom is a secretary for one of the buildings owned by the mafia, and my dad is the technician for that same organization… As one could not tell from appearances alone, Crystal's family had ties to the mafia organization. Crystal, having to have finished her snack, threw out the she got back to her table, she noticed that her father's car was waiting by the curb. Crystal quickly grabbed her belongings and ran out the café. Outside, the air was frosty cold and the rain poured down from the sky. As Crystal ran, her sneakers hit some puddles, causing a splash. After dashing through the rain, Crystal got to father's warm car. Inside, she shook the cold, rainy water out of her hair and greeted her dad.
"Hey Crystal-honey, sorry for coming so late," said Crystal's father.
"It's fine," Crystal replied, while putting on her seat belt.
About to pull away from the curb, Crystal's father put the car into drive, but then changed his mind and parked it once more. Crystal's father instead took out a special document that he received at work that was 'specifically for him'. As he took out the document and read over it, his eyes widened. A mixture of shock and disbelief filled his expression. To make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him, Crystal's father read over the document multiple times. By the time Crystal's father finished reading it for the fourth time, Crystal noticed her father's odd expression.
"What's wrong dad?" Crystal inquired curiously.
Crystal's father just handed her the document and said, "Read it." Puzzled, Crystal took the documents from her father and read through it. Omg what the… Crystal looked up at her dad for some answers, and he nodded to confirm that what she read was real. Holy shit! I'm gonna be a guardian for a family in Japan?!
Crystal's father nervously looked at his daughter and asked, "Are you ok with this honey?"
"Yeah, I guess," Crystal said in a slight daze, "I've always wanted to go to Japan anyways…"
So how was it? Hm, I tried to put that derp feeling for this 'A' like Reborn did in the first episode of KHR...but...hm idk XD Review please~!