Story: Sticks and Guns

A/N: Hello everyone, Kage here!

Actually, I've been a bit reluctant to post this story quite early since this might spoil the ongoing "Filling in the Dark Beats". But I'll make sure to minimize the spoilers as few as possible.

The idea just began to fade from my head, and so before it vanishes from my head, I need to write it as soon as possible.

This story is actually a crossover with CSI: New York. But it's been a long time since I watch one so I was unable to depict how is the personality of the CSI:NY members, so I put it only as a little addition to the "Angel Beats!" category.

Okay, so let's start with the story!

DISCLAIMER AND WARNING: I don't own Angel Beats!, CSI:NY and all its characters. I only own my OCs and the absurd plot. ANY SAME NAMES ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL and I have no intention to refer to anyone

Chapter 1: Prologue

-Nishida's PoV-

If there's one thing I want to enjoy as much, it would be cruising outside, enjoying the nice, windy spring on the city park, looking at the kids playing outside with their friends, or talking with elderly people who spent the rest of their lives sitting on the park, feeling the rare fresh breeze amongst the polluted city where I live right now.

Maybe I'll take a seat on one of the long benches, then wait until the sunset arrives right in front of my eyes. Watching it together with someone I love.

Wait, someone I love?

Why does that word begin to seep into my thoughts? It's not like I have ever got myself someone to love, well, rather than my mother and father, which was still out there somewhere. I still hadn't know when they will be back from their business trips, I mean, it's been several years now, and I had no way to contact them. Are they still alive, I hope I do. I don't want them just to leave onto the Afterlife.

The Afterlife

As I think about it, I feel my head suddenly becoming heavy, like something's being pushed into my head.

"...one to six-billion odds, I'll..."

"...form a band in the next life..."

"...see you again?"

"...a miracle for us to reunite..."

"...when that time comes, we'll be together forever..."

"West..."

"West, now I've been strolling onto the west..."

"West..."

"The direction where the sun sets, I need to set foot on that Western Lands..."

"AGENT WEST!" Suddenly a hurdling scream broke me off from my "daydream", or so I thought since I don't know if I had been daydreaming the entire time, no?

Agent West, huh? Even for all the NYPD members that I knew, from the top to the bottom, I only found one member who call me with that ridiculous name.

"Agent Beltrand, how many times should I say that just because my name had a character of West, you can't just call me by Agent West..." I groaned towards the short-brown-haired, violet-eyed colleague of mine.

Anyway, as I had mentioned before. I'm working at NYPD right now, actually as a low-ranked field officer. But now I was on my desk duty, typing some reports and forwarding some calls, dunno if I had already done it right.

I wasn't a real American, of course. I was raised in Japan, but when my parents got a promotion, we were moved here to America, in New York, to be precise.

Well, only to find out that they had been pushed a lot onto their work, and almost having no time for me then.

Eventually I was left alone on my teenage days, and start to enrol to the schools there. Thanks for some help and studying, I was able to speak English well. And that helped me much on the communication here.

Apparently my extraordinary enhanced physique and physical skills made someone recommended me to enrol to NYPD, especially after I managed to stop a robbery in a cafe when I was in my final year of High School.

Of course, to do that, I had to be an American...that's what I thought. So I entered the process of Naturalization and was known as an American, and a NYPD officer some following months..

I still retained the name of "Nishida Shugo (or Shugo Nishida, depends on your preference), and since I had Nishida as my family name, the board called me as "Agent Nishida" of some sort, although a certain someone was trying to make fun of me by taking the "Nishi" part and translated it into "West", since Nishi was West in Japanese. And so he began to call me "Agent West" or something like that.

That guy was this man standing in front of me. Going with the name of Murton Beltrand, a resident of New York, he passed the entrance examinations together with me, and was put in the same division as me. This guy's roughly the same age as me, or a bit older than me, with brown hair and violet eyes, muscular build, and a lively personality.

"You need to keep up a bit longer. One hour left and our work's over for the day. Don't fill it with Z's, buddy!"

"Eh, a...am I?"

"Yes, or at least you seemed like you're going to."

"Oops, my bad..." I scratched my head and smiled awkwardly. Seems like I got busted...

"Anyway, tomorrow's the day for the operation, right? Boss Flack said that we're going to breach the well-known Japanese gang's Yorutaka group."

"Yeah, and I'm still thinking of why I was chosen as a distraction leader."

"Well, you know the reason, really!"

Yeah, the reason is that we're going to use the negotiative approach, and to do that, we need one group, or actually one person to negotiate, and he/she should be the one speaking Japanese. Well, you can deduce the rest since no one except me could speak Japanese fluently.

"Anyway, Boss Flack's going to give us a technical briefing tonight at Mrs. Taylor's coffee shop, you had to come, okay?"

"On it..." I mumbled a bit lazily.

Mrs. Taylor's coffee shop was our usual meeting place for an operation, that's what boss Flack had told me before. It was a coffee shop owned by our chief, Detective Mac Taylor's wife, Christine, or most of my seniors called her Mrs. Taylor.

I had heard some information about our chief. Turns out that our chief's previous wife had been killed in 9/11 incident, a sad fact for me to handle., moreso for Chief Taylor on his wife's death.

As I reached that word, those memories began to seep onto my head again, trying to drift me back onto the realm of sleep.

No, I'll fight this. One hour plus that briefing time. I know I can do this.

I managed to pass an hour and finished my work. But those memories are still seeping inside, and had clicked like a poster on a wall-magazine.

Those memories, related to life and death...more precisely: Life after Death: The Afterlife.

If only I know this memories will take me to a very unexpected path in the future...

A/N: Sorry if it was very short, less than 1000 words, I guess. I actually want to cover more in this chapter, but I guess I could put it in the second chapter instead.

This ends the prologue, and to minimize spoilers, I might rarely update this story, or at least I'll be more focused to my Thesis and the fic: Filling in the Dark Beats first since this story acts as a sequel for that fic.

Some assumptions I'm going to use:

1. The Battlefront didn't have any Social Media with their own names. If they had one media, they had one with fake names.

2. The person information searcher in the NYPD was only limited to CSI Agents (Mac, Jo, Danny, Lindsay etc). Nishida was only a field officer so he can't use it.

Please R&R! Constructive Reviews and Critics are appreciated while flames are prohibited.

Thanks and see you soon!

Kage