Extracted From the Mind of Kai Mayer
It was pouring, chucking it down, raining cats and dogs, whatever you'd like to call it. But the two detectives were undaunted, and continued to trek down the dark alley despite the weather. The larger of the two held an umbrella, which he tried his best with to keep the rain from his partner, the famed "Detective Prince".
Naoto was a mystery, that much was obvious, unfortunately nothing else about the little genius was. All the burlier teenager could deduct was that the Prince had as much obligation to fight crime as he did, which was why they'd decided to work together. The little one's quick wit had kept them out of trouble time and time again, and were it not for the larger's skills in combat the two of them would have been pushing up daisies long ago. They were a perfect team, pity that their relationship wasn't to last.
"Kurt, we're being followed." Naoto suddenly spoke up, jostling his companion out of his thoughts.
"How many?" The muscular young man asked without turning around.
"Four behind us, plus one on the Southern rooftop."
"I'll handle it."
"Of course you will."
Kurt handed his partner the parasol, allowing the fresh rainwater to run down his body. He felt antsy, almost excited, as he always did before a battle.
"Can I help you gentlemen?" The young man asked as the four burly men approached.
One of them drew a knife and lunged forward, Kurt responded with a quick sidestep and a roundhouse kick to the face. A second man tried and failed to punch the German boy, he received two jabs to the stomach and a punishing axe kick as he doubled over.
The remaining two men hesitated after seeing their cohorts so easily defeated, but got over it and both drew handguns. In a flash Kurt had broken one man's wrist and Judo thrown him to the ground, but the second man was already pulling the trigger.
BLAM! BLAM!
The gunshots echoed through the city streets, carrying with them a sense of foreboding and death.
Kurt took the umbrella back from Naoto, who was reloading his revolver.
"Thanks..." Kurt mumbled, looking at the pools of blood forming around the poor hit man's legs.
"Call an ambulance, we can't let this one bleed to death." The Detective Prince sounded shaken, his voice cracking slightly.
"Right."
Kurt looked up just in time to see a shadowy figure on the roof of a building dash away, he frowned.
An hour later the two detectives were back in their apartment, only now they both held shopping bags, which they set down on the kitchen counter.
"Do you feel like some curry?" Kurt asked, rummaging through their almost empty refrigerator.
"Sure..." His partner said, sounding as feminine as ever.
"I tell ya, any day when we get attacked on our way to the supermarket is a bad sign." The larger teenager grinned as he grabbed a knife and cutting board.
The Prince smiled weakly and began to put away their food.
"You look soaked," Kurt said as he started chopping up some vegetables. "Go ahead and dry off, I'll finish up here."
Naoto bit his lip, and said nothing.
"Hey, Naoto-sama?" The brawny young man called, "Are you feeling okay?"
The girlish detective turned away from the German, who looked up. Naoto was trembling, his hat in his hand, which was rare. The young detective hardly ever removed his beloved officer's cap.
"Naoto..." Kurt said, approaching him. The blue-haired crime fighter spun around and smacked his partner, knocking the boy to the ground.
"What's wrong with you!?" Naoto shouted, choking back tears. "Why do you put yourself in harm's way!? Why do you do it!? WHY!!??" Tears now ran freely down the Prince's face as she screamed.
"You knew that you couldn't beat both of those men! You would have been shot!! IF YOU KEEP THIS UP YOU"RE GOING TO GET HURT!!" Naoto sunk to her knees, crying softly.
"Or worse..." She added, between sobs.
Kurt didn't know what to say, he simply lay on on the ground, astounded at his normally stoic friend's passion.
Naoto stood up and walked out of the apartment, leaving only her hat behind. She wasn't the only one to shed tears that night.