I took a lot of inspiration from Burn Notice and Covert Affairs, I love those shows. This is kind of an AU. Go easy on me I just signed up a few days ago and I'm trying to figure out all of this stuff and this is my first fanfic. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

I do not own Sekaiichi Hatsukoi.


"Sempai, are you, do you love me? I mean you never have said anything. Are we dating?" Ritsu looked down to the bed spread as he said all of this, waiting for his reply.

"Hm ha ha," Saga sempai snorted.

'He… he laughed, he laughed at me. Wait, does this mean… Sempai was just playing with me!' Ritsu screamed in his head. He noticed Saga sempai turning away. 'I'll teach him not to play with me!' he thought. With that, Ritsu struck his sempai in the back of the head with his foot as hard as he could and took off running. Ritsu could feel the tear starting to stream down his face.

"Ritsu! Wait Ritsu, god dammit Oda Ritsu wait," Saga sempai yelled after Ritsu as Ritsu sprinted down the street.

Ritsu didn't know how long he ran for but he stopped when his cell started ringing. There was only one person who had his cell number. Ritsu pulled his phone out and took a few calming breathes before answering. "Yah, this Onodera, go."

"Onodera, we're starting the raid in two hours. Hurry and meet with your partner, Kohinata san, and she'll give you the details," the voice on Ritsu's phone said. "After we're done, we're going to have to erase all traces of your cover as Oda Ritsu from the school."

"Understood sir, I have no reason to stay anyways," Onodera replied glancing back in the direction he had just come from, feeling the tears pricking at his eyes again.

"Whatever just hurry the hell up. We have got to move on this," With that Onodera heard the click that signaled the call was over.


Four hours later

Onodera felt the tears overflow onto his face. It was all his fault. If he hadn't still been distracted about his sempai he would have noticed the final gunman. He would have been able to protect himself instead of An chan having to shove him out of the way at the last second, only then to be shot in the head herself. It was all his fault.

"I swear, I will never get burned again. I will never fall in love and become distracted because of it ever again. I will not be so negligent as to let someone else die for me ever again, An chan. I swear this to you, I swear," Onodera breathed to his fallen comrade's body in the cold, quiet morgue. With that he kissed her frigid, pale cheek and then walked away.

The next day he was on the first plane to England for his next assignment. He didn't look back as the plane left the runway.


Onodera woke with a start, it had been years since he thought about that day and his promise. He had made damn sure that he kept it, but he never thought about the reason for it. Ritsu glanced at the clock which read 0400.

'Guess I'd better get up,' he thought. There were new recruits coming in today that he was going to have to meet in order to be on the same page for the next mission. Ritsu wanted to go over their personnel files before he met them.

The mission seemed like it would be straight forward. Ritsu just hoped none of the operatives involved in this mission would be a headache.

Onodera had been working for Shade since he was twelve. Both his parents were involved in covert ops and Special Forces so it was only natural he would join an intelligence agency. He joined Shade because it had no connection to any member of his family. He preferred to be away from them.

After getting dressed, Onodera flipped on one of the twenty four hour news stations, started a pot of coffee and opened the newspaper.

"We will have more on the protest in Egypt as the story develops. In other news a suicide bomber set off his bomb in Libya near the American Embassy in the early hour of the morning today. The blast injured four people and killed six others. This is the third bombing near a Western Embassy this month, however no embassy has been damaged." the anchor stated.

Ritsu sighed. He had noticed an uptick on the threats coming in on the Middle Eastern desk involving embassies. This would probably mean he would have to fly out there and do some intelligence gathering. The Middle East was his least favorite part of the world. Between fanaticals, CIA operatives, and general craziness he found the entire region to be a massive headache. Really the only reason people gave a rat's ass about the area was because of the oil. Ritsu was of the opinion that once it dried up the general awareness and political intrigue and manipulation would dry up too.

Ritsu much preferred places like China, Russia, Europe, or South America. Ritsu turned when he heard his coffee pot beep and poured himself a mug. Ritsu sighed; the one good thing about the Middle East was what was in his hands. There really was nothing like qishr, Yemenese coffee, in the morning. Onodera took a few swigs before grabbing his to go mug dumping the coffee in and taking his keys. If the news was any indication, it was going to be a long day.

'Great,' thought Onodera.


Looking into the mirror, the man began running the brush through his fresh washed raven hair. His brows furrowed over his caramel eyes. It was going to be his first day at Shade. He had woken up at 0700 hours and did not have to be in until 0930 hours. However, he was nervous. This was going to be his first day at one of the best, secret intelligence agencies in the world. Everyone has heard of MI6 or the CIA, or Mossad but really those are just for show and don't actually do anything. Secret and private agencies like Shade are the ones that do all the intelligence gathering. Japan was safer and stronger because of Shade.

Masamune had learned that his handler had joined the agency when he was twelve. That had been thirteen years ago. Now Masamune was no stranger to very young intelligence officers, he started working in covert ops when he was fifteen. However, Masamune had heard that while his new handler had been abroad in England he had not only brought down a sleeper cell unit but had also stop the assassination of the then Prime Minister. This was all when his handler was fifteen and sixteen years old! The most Masamune had to his name was handing out bribes to some officials in various African countries, a couple of assassinations, and working with troops in Afghanistan to take out some low ranking al-Qaeda members.

It was now 0900 and Masamune decided to head to a café he knew was a five minute walk from Shade.


Masamune soon arrived at the café and saw a black Mercedes parallel parked next to the café in front of its windows. When he walked in he noticed that besides the three waitresses standing around the counter there were two men sitting in the booth farthest from the entrance. One had chestnut hair and olive colored eyes. The other seemed to have bright platinum blond hair, but due to his back being pointed at the door, Masamune could not see his face. The two men seemed to be talking about a couple of files that were in between them.

Suddenly the brunette looked up at Masamune. "This is a surprise," the brunette said, raising his eyebrows. "You must be Takano Masamune. Please, join us."

Masamune was surprised but did as he was told. The two men moved the folders so he couldn't see what was in them as he sat down.

"Hello, my name is Onodera Ritsu and this is my partner. We will be working with at the… new building. Please take care of us." Onodera said after one of the waitresses brought Masamune coffee. Masamune understood that "new building," was code for Shade. He already knew his handler's name was Onodera Ritsu, he just didn't expect him to be such a pretty boy. He thought Onodera would be tall, well-muscled, and well more macho than what he was.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Please take care of me," Masamune answered.

Onodera smiled, "Well as long as you're here, let's go over a few starters. One, you will report directly to me on all matters. Two, if you have a question ask me or Seiji here," Onodera nodded to the blond. "Finally, we do things by the book."

Masamune stared at Onodera. 'He cannot be serious about the book thing can he? I mean most of the work is improvisation. In the real world the book is outdated and leaves no room for imagination. I was nervous about working with this guy!' Masamune thought. "Useless," he breathed.

"Excuse me," Onodera almost shrieked with his face turning bright red.

"Your ideas are useless." Masamune sighed.

"Ahh, Onodera. I'm going to head back first, can I have the keys?" Seiji asked.

Onodera quickly forked them over before turning back to Masamune. "Listen Takano san I've been in the field and have followed the book. It helps to protect the people you are in charge of and allows for…"

"It's bureaucratic nonsense that does not allow for breathing room and is impractical and anyone who believes otherwise is an idiot." Takano interrupted as Seiji exited the café.

"You don't understand! It works. If you can't work…"

BOOM! Suddenly there were shards of glass flying everywhere. A wall of heat slammed Onodera and Takano further into the booth disorienting both of them. Onodera was the first to recover.

"Oh no! Seiji no," he breathed.

Masamune looked up. Where the Mercedes had been there was simply a flaming car with a blacken and charred corpse in the driver's seat.

'Oh shit,' Masamune thought.