This story is rated T for now unless I feel I need to change it. There will be three semi-ratings for the type of extremes that will be in each chapter:

Calm

Mild (like, there will be some parts you can't just read to your kid brother :P)

NSFW (the story is generally NSFW but ironically, there will be less of these moments. Maybe one or two)

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Lastly… lastly… I forgot,

Oh, the events of the story are based off of things that did happen in the past. I will use references and name them at the end of the chapters. I want no credit for other peoples beautiful work.

Enjoy!


~X~ When Things Just Got Boring ~X~

Today was a huge case of misfortunes.

He should've trusted his gut but he didn't. "Simple motive; no story to exaggerate," That's what the beady eyed cop said when they were brought in. They were only a couple of words, yet those six words felt as if they were a completely long story. He sighed.

It was such a typical movie character cliché.

He'd never meant to get caught. He never even meant to go along with the plan. It was him, Jarred and Aaron at the dock, celebrating at having finished senior year, just having a great time. Morgan felt perfectly sated but he wanted an adventure; Jarred just wanted to open up their last high school summer with a "rush." Morgan's trouble senses were tingling yet he pushed them down.

He was right. Oh gods he was so freaking right. They got caught trying to break into a candy store the town over but they were barely able to lift the window before a light shone on them.

Morgan broke down in tears.

When he finally calmed down he was coherent enough to understand what was going on. Jarred, Aaron and he were down at the local police station in separate rooms but he was sure he got put worse off.

Tense.

The whole room was tense - completely still. It was almost as if the three occupants were part of a still image that Morgan was too scared to disturb. He just kept listening to the two men banter, eyes closed in terror. He kept fiddling with the rip in his jean which actually wasn't part of the style. Jarred said it was cool, but then again he also said the same thing about the attempt.

"You're telling the truth right?"

Huh?

Was there another suspect in the room? He didn't hear anyone coming in either.

Well, are they talking to me?

"I -uh," he ended up coughing.

"Why the hell would I not tell you the truth?" One of the guys banged his hands on the desk.

He winced, confused. He just wanted to go home and have the rest of his congratulation cake. Simply remembering the treat made him aware of the smell of chocolate that was lingering in the air. He wasn't able to notice it because of the smoke burning his nostrils.

"That's because you're hiding it, genius."

He finally opened his eyes, removing his glasses and wiping his tearing eyes. When he placed them on he looked at the scene unfolding before him.

"Pfft, I'm hiding what?" A blond, who was holding chocolate, teased. He was surrounded by silver wrappers, basking in his glory as he outwardly deceives his partner.

"You've got the bomb; stop moving it around!" The goggle-eyed brunette exclaims, recoiling his arm. His situation was worse; burnt out smokes littered his side, one hanging in his mouth, ready to die out.

Morgan would've jumped to conclusions of being in a fake station and in the midst of terrorist, had he still kept his head down, but his eyes were wide open. They were playing a card game. Unfortunately, his mouth too opened so he took in a handful of smoke and coughed the bits he didn't exhale out.

The two looked at him, almost surprised to have another person in the room. The two took a moment to acknowledge the coughing boy and then the brunette flicked his hand.

"Oh, yeah, you were supposed to interrogate the kid." The smoker put out his cigarette and had a peaceful moment making rings with what escaped his depths. Morgan was wary of their presence but he took their movements in cautiously.

The brunette sat up and stretched. His abdomen was exposed from underneath his red flannel as the shirt rode up. He was also wearing dark blue cyberpunk style pants and black boots. His chin was littered with hair, as if they were growing after being shaved for some time. It didn't make him look any less young or unattractive. He removed his goggles, revealing dark blue irises.

He smirked.

"Aren't you a little too young to be worrying about money?"

Morgan directed his gaze to the man's tag.

"Actually, I'm 18 Mr... Matt. I suppose so…"

"Respectful kid isn't he? Cute too. I wouldn't want to lock him up with the big bad monsters, right Mello." He emphasized the last few words, making Morgan withdrawal.

The blond didn't move. He just looked bored as he bit off a piece of chocolate, starting at the new college boy. He wore a leather jacket over a short sleeve leather shirt. Of course, his leather pants and boots complemented his upper ware.

Does he have leather briefs on?

Morgan wondered if that stuff was really comfortable.

Suddenly, someone came in, files in hand. Morgan realized he'd stop breathing as he and the other stared at each other. When the man breaks their held gaze he lets out a large breath but starts coughing again.

"Wow, Matt, at least open the windows so you don't kill anyone in the process of your chain smoking or, you know, show some restraint and stop. If I had come any later, he'd be a goner! But I'm sure you'd look nice in prison stripes anyway." A woman in a suit, black hair and green eyes admonished. She waved the grey smoke from her face.

"Yeah, whatever you say babe." He took files from her and went to open the window.

"Don't scare the kid, okay? God, the smell probably got on me!" With that, she left.

"Aw, she left so soon." He slumped on the folding chair, passing the folder to his partner.

"More work for you Mello." Matt took out a PSP and plays on it, neglecting the two. It seemed to be enough to bring off the bomb going on the blond's head.

"Look," Mello immediately got Morgan's attention; throwing the bar he didn't finish out. He turns his folding chair around, hands on the back of the metal seat. His cold blue gaze, lighter than Matt's but, less friendly, focused on the eighteen year old.

"I know you didn't mean what you did and I know you obviously don't know when to say no. So let's break it down: You're a kid, you were just under influence, and your friends are bad influences, stuff I couldn't give half a fuck about. It's irrelevant to me and over used. Get this: I'm tired and I want something actually infuriating to kick and yell at. So go do community service in the park or something and tell your "friends" to fuck off the next they want to become Americans Most Wanted. If that doesn't work out, take classes on how to shove no's up their asses and maybe the next time we'll meet, I won't see your bloody head as a moving target. Night, kiddo."

Morgan felt a shiver race down his body and Matt just laughed his lungs out. At least, the rest of what was working left.

Mello got up and repositioned his chair but looked down at Morgan, almost insulted that the guy hadn't gone out by now. "Well?"

He squeaked, swallowed hard and licked his lips before stuttering out, "Uh... Yes sir. Goodbye."

Mello grumbled as he looked through the papers, signed his part and handed Matt the file.

"Was that a good story, Matt?"

"Written by Shakespeare himself." He flipped through the pages.

"Is this going on his record?" Matt got no answer but if he did, he was sure the hothead would say something along the lines of:

"My job is hunt down trouble, not sit around, staring at it, filing papers."

In response, Mello got up and left the room, trailing behind him an amused gamer.

"Still, it's been at least two months since the last time we had a real case to crack. Seeing as my life is almost completely built on this field… the next address may just be getting mail from is the dumpster down Allen Street."

He shut his mouth as they made it out the front desk. Only two people were confined but they were asleep. Only five officers were in the building, at least on the first floor.

Matt waved off an approaching nightshift cop coming in as they left the station. It was a short stay but Mello just couldn't get out soon enough.

It was dark out; the sky revealed more stars than any city could possibly show. It was a warm summer night, silent, euphoric almost seeing as the ocean wasn't much far from them. The only inanimate disruptions were cars and streetlights. It was a normal night stroll through Manhattan.

"You're not going to ask L for any?" Mello's hands were in his pocket, eyes ahead.

"No. Look, I don't need any money from him. I'm done with that place, okay?" Matt's lips pressed into a thin line, scowl presenting what could be seen of his features. He had placed his goggles back on.

"You still stick by me." Mello's gaze stayed straight but he felt Matt look towards him. Matt bit his lip and sighed, "Whatever."

Really, Matt had no reason to worry because the fees for their trips were always covered. Still, guilt ate him away and he couldn't really hold much anger for people who cared for him.

"Good luck paying rent then."

Footsteps grew louder behind them. They didn't make them feel any more threatened than they already did; which was really not at all.

"Aw, are you having trouble getting money, Matt?"

The smoker looked behind him, gleaming as he went and threw his hands on the night owls shoulder.

"I thought you left me Andréa. I was going crazy dealing with Mello and dealing with Old Maid cheaters."

"Yes well, you cheat at almost everything: games, job scouting, people," She held his unshaven chin in her soft but firm hand. Her Colombian accent came on thick when she deepened her voice. Of course, it was attractive to Matt. "It wouldn't hurt to suffer karmas wrath, once... maybe twice."

He stared at her until his eyes widened. Mello got to it before he did though. He groaned and removed his goggles, running a hand down his face.

"No way... was it Hade?" Mello brightened, flashing a toothy grin.

Matt frowned, his hand falling from her firm shoulders. "You mean Sander the thumb sucker?"

Andréa's face contorted as if disgusted by the mere thought of Sander. "I'm not the only one who assumes he sucks his thumb for a reason."

They continued guessing until they gave up. She flung her dark coffee hair over her shoulder, green eyes lightening up in the darkness.

"Halle," She simply said. "It was a bet. We were experimenting." She further explained.

"So, if you were going to get at her next," Her voice lowered, "she's available." Her grassy depths gleamed with mischief.

He grumbled, "Your coincidental Zelda birth mark wasn't much of a turn on anyways."

She pinched him.

"Speaking of available: you got any openings you want to show us?"

Matt's sulking quickly came to an end as he looked at the holographic briefings Andréa presented before them. She let go of the flat glass illustrating the data and it floated.

"I'm sure you two have heard of Augusta Daniels-"

"Who hasn't? Miss America and the governor of Dallas. She's hot, gamer girl, which is a total turn on. What, are you gonna steal her too?"

Mello sighed. "Shut it."

"And," Andréa continued. "There's Tanja Ackermann who became the new CEO of Microsoft two years ago. And Amara Kapïtan, President of Google since ten years ago. These women and the ones listed below have been shown to have some connection. Our agents were only able to catch it when Augusta, Tanja and Amara were noticed to take similar amount of flights to Japan and would head to secret meetings, but even these were not orderly. The confusing part is that they seem to have no intention on putting spies off."

Matt and Mello observed the women being shown in a slideshow.

Ashley Cooper, founder of "Let Women Rise," an International program bringing girls together since 2024.

Tesca Axel, first female president in Europe.

Ivy Abbey, first woman to set foot on Pluto.

"The chief never told me why he took these cases but just look at their backgrounds: Tanja, a street kid, Amara, daughter of the 23rd Hungarian heads of state and Augusta, dealing with domestic abuse at a young age but had a superficially normal life. Most of these girls seem to have a connection, but in truth they don't. It's pure coincidence if most of them know another."

"What they all mainly have in common is this," She pointed to a highlighted heading:

Ramze's Young Women Leadership School

"Or you can call it any academy. It's been open since 2016."

"I mean, the other day this fourteen year old told me off, but the next day she was all sorry and her mom even invited me over for dinner. Girls have been getting nicer, huh?" Matt seemed happy. His eyes drifted to a bench up ahead and went to sit on it, Mello stood up but Andréa took a place besides the gamer.

"Violence has gone down in international statistics since more women become more authoritative." Mello spoke.

Matt looked up wearily, "Unless, the chief's… he's not sexist, right? I mean, what's so bad about this then?"

Andréa shook her head.

"That's my line."

Mello took out his cloud phone. "If you put it this way, 'A women's school that has managed to get girls more powerful,' it seems more suspicious. Then you realize the school maybe the core for something... Look,"

He played with his phone and then showed them what he had collected in notes.

Miss America Passes Out From The Pressure of Fame.

Girls go to College to Get More Knowledge, or so They Say

Georgia's Secretary of State Caught Sneaking Out of Hotel with an Acquainted Mystery Man

Natasha Richardson's Death, behind the scenes

Destiny Xavier, Miraculously Wakes Up from Coma

"It's a pattern. These women head worse, but get better." Mello frowned. "It doesn't add up."

"What doesn't?"

"I'd expect something hinting illegal acts like Jason, Georgia's Secretary, but articles similar to Xavier's throw me off."

"This just may be where the meetings and the travels to Japan come in." Andréa puts the two together.

"…What else is up about them?" Matt asked Andrea. She compressed the image by closing her hand into a fist and clicked a spot before opening here hand and a new file. It shows a list of dates and the girls, younger.

"Anyone who closely remembers them from the past says they've gone missing; each and every girl. It turns out the guardians had gotten letters of their child being enrolled to the school before they went "missing" and so they had never filed reports. That's what they told their school and friends. I'm sure most of them never really cared to though,"

She pursed her lips as she dug in her pocket and handed them wax seals. The symbol looked like the Japanese iris flower, Hanashōbu, and an exquisite R on top of it. "It was hard to get them to tell us that but it was easier to make them show us this; at least, from those who didn't bother to throw it away."

"How would a school be able to pull anything illegal off? Shouldn't representatives come to the school to put their two-cents on them?"

"Who said they don't cover up their tracts, Matt. We're you there the first day of class?" Andréa said. Even she seemed a bit annoyed with the lack of evidence.

"Yeah, well, the school in a place, right? There's bound to be locals who have been at the school or have at least associated with it." It continued like that with the three challenging each other

Finally the stood in silence and thought. The hologram dimmed as the tablet went into temporary sleep mode. That alone snapped Andréa out of her daze and she hurriedly caught the falling device. The Hispanic woman looked at Matt who looked just as contemplative as Mello did and bit her lip. She tapped the thin glass. "This isn't easy enough for two geniuses and the bureau's top agent to solve over a game of Spit is it?"

"Maybe with a pack or two will help."

"No doubt there will be some dozen chocolates."

The woman beamed, hopeful. "So, you're taking it?"

"I don't see why not. It's not like we have a choice anyway. The only way we can get information is by blending in."

"Yes, we'll have to be traveling to the school for this case."

"Where is it?"

"Hindima, Japan: The Island that drifted close to the mainland years ago." She paused as a yellow light lite up from the innovated tablet and she tapped it.

"There seems to be two schools… Let's act like that didn't come up. To make it less confusing I'll just disclose any new information tomorrow." The men were fine with that as she opened another document.

"The school owns the land and the island is basically a small city. Really, it's just the school and a couple of other homes and structures. Population is 3300, the girls in the school count as 1200. The school is on a higher land than the city and it's kept on lock down. You go on a long road in jungle scenery before arriving the school's gate. You need to sign papers to even be allowed to live there. There's rare life thriving there and they don't want anything to be disturbed." She looked at the man sitting beside her. "So get your smoking habit under control."

"Wow, that sounds awesome, but, you know, I'm... technically broke right now."

"Look, your covered, even if you weren't, if you crack this case, you'll get your pay."

"Yeah, so I guess it's settled. What's our next gig Andréa?"

"Teachers, you'll be teachers. Have a good night boys because you'll be waking up as real men tomorrow."


~X~

"Would you like any refreshments Sir?" Matt stared up at the kind hostess and gently let her down. He did this five more times before she sat beside the pilot. Once he actually felt like he was alone he tried exhaling but his breath only hitched. He combed through his hair, a replacement for his hands. If he wasn't gaming or smoking, he was a hair dresser but he only messed with his hands when he wasn't gaming. The thing is… he didn't want to.

It's been like this since they got on the jet. Yes, jet.

It's not like he was nervous… he just really hated aircraft. Just getting on airplanes with Mello in the past was a struggle. Now, he was in something faster, something he could easily change up and make into a war machine.

How come flights Sims are so much easier to handle? How come he could a control a jet with vigor but not actually fly in one with zest?

"Hey, dude, calm down. At least we're not jumping out of it."

Oh gods, "Mello, please, cut the crap. I don't even want to think about that." He sunk lower in the reclining chair.

Mello expressed his reaction by eating a candy bar, talking to Andréa about what ever Matt was too distracted to pay attention.

In a few minutes he'd managed to calm down and was lucid enough to take in what the two were discussing.

There was absolutely nothing being said. They were just looking at him.

He jumped as he met their pointed stares. "What…?"

"We're almost there, do you want to hear about what you'll be doing, or do you want to be the stuttering uncool teacher?"

It's not like he had a choice anyway. He moved closer to them.

When he thought getting way to live on the island was hard enough, apparently just being able to get a job at the school was some super-secret business of its own. L and the chief were actually working two years together, trying to find a way to get into the school for some time. It was until not that they realized that most of the department has caught onto some type of job that Matt, Mello and Andréa were their last option.

Well… Matt and Mello were. Andréa just happened to be free and looking for something in the area.

"We need to actually figure out what is going on with the school. Get material from students, teachers, and the head.

"The island doesn't keep up to touch with the latest technology considering electromagnetic waves hamper the growth of vegetation so, you're class schedule, lunch and student availability or break is all on this sheet."

She handed them a paper, longer than the standard 8 by 11 that listed their yearly and weekly schedule. Matt and Mello were assigned to be the senior homeroom teachers but Matt taught Math and Mello taught Chemistry. They were apparently club managers. Matt held Robotics and Mello ran Mastering Pastries. The blond took a pen and briskly scratched out his club name.

"Ouch, tough luck Mels." Matt sealed his lips when Mello gripped his pen and brandished it vehemently.

Andréa then placed in front of them a simple aerial view of the whole school. The high school alone can be assumed to be like a small college, at least when Matt assumed the size.

"There's an elementary on the other side of the island so we don't have to worry about that. The middle school, 5th grade to 8th, holds 250 students while the high school has 1,000. They're actually really small…"

"There's a college that isn't included in the island, so we shouldn't have to worry about that. There is a large apartment for teachers and staff, the middle school and high school and the dorms for both schools. The only part of the campus that we need to concern ourselves with is the high school and staff suite until further notice.

"Tough luck, Mattie." Mello remarked and Matt just rolled his eyes.

"The middle school part is pretty spaced away from the high school so you guys shouldn't be wandering over there and getting caught. Though, if someone is helpful with information there, it may be hard to make trips to and from because of the distance."

"The motto is, "for Eve, give life to our dying world." The school looks like it's just helping young girls grow successful and elegantly. Really, background about the school isn't really disclosed, and we'll only actually know how it looks like when we get there."

"Where are we staying?"

"L it would be best if you guys stayed at the staff housing suites. It'll be tight to move depending on what we're trying to do."

"What's this?" Mello pointed to structure in the middle of the high school and the elementary/ middle school space.

"It's a shrine, but there's no way we'll be getting into it, it seems." The area looked secure. Well, at least as secure as a stick figure aerial drawing could show. Still, Mello understood that the area would at least be inaccessible due to a gate such; they all did. There was a moment of silence as they took the information in. The pilot interrupted their thoughts, announcing landing soon.

Andréa took the papers and stuffed them back in her case but took something out. "School starts on Monday, boys. You have four days to get situated."

She dropped a book onto Matt's lap and smiled sweetly. He picked it up and read,

"R.Y.W.L.S Teacher's Guide."

"Study well, okay?" She attempted to turn her seat back forward but Matt stopped her.

"You're kidding right?" He looked at Mello who raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding!"

"We know you're going to slack off or something Matt so we need to scare you into behaving." Mello shrugged and got up to get another something.

"Besides, you're always reading and memorizing computer code; you'll finish this faster than you realize." Andréa said as Mello came and sat back. Before Matt could protest he stuck a pack of cigarettes in his face, goggles blocking any further proximity. The brownie remained still for a moment before he frowned and snatched the pack, thrusting them unceremoniously into his jacket pocket. It was Mello's way of saying "suck it up" and Matt's response "with displeasure."

"Okay, so were teachers, what are you doing?"

"I'll be teaching too, swimming, but I'm not going to be in the housing suites. I'm going to be the outside help. You know, getting the dirt from the locals."

"Yeah, like I'll believe that."

"It'll be best too." She fixed her collar. They all wore suits but her own was a dark violet with a white dress shirt under.

"So what's the bad news? What's the catch?" Matt pouted.

"It doesn't matter if I have fun along the way." Mello interjected.

The jet slowed and Matt gripped the seat and he sluggishly calmed. "Ugh…"

"Please, Sensei, refrain from mussing your look. You're going to be heading to a prestigious woman's school. At least look like a gentleman when you meet the headmaster. " Mello looked at his upset friend and shifted, grinning.

The private airliner landed smoothly, or rather, like a dinosaur's feet stomping miles away.

"This way," the hostess called and they slowly exited. When they neared the door their noses were filled with a fresh smell of vegetation and the sea. The air was warm but not uncomfortably so for their gloomy suits.

They had landed in a warehouse where the pilot went to file in their arrival.

"Follow me," The hostess went out. Andréa headed out to the entrance and waved them over, Mello closer.

"… then just make a right and you'll be at the Walk." The hostess instructed Andréa as Matt caught up. She waved them off as she headed back into the warehouse.

"Whoa, look at that." Before them was a gate that closed off access into the aircraft warehouse but they could very much see the other side as they went out. Lush green trees and vibrant colored birds flocked around. The sky was a contrast of blue and white fluffy clouds that Matt had the urge to touch. Though, as the sky touched the sea at the horizon it was like he'd mess something up and the sky would spill into the ocean. His hand gripped his smokes.

The gates opened as the keeper acknowledged them. "Do you want us to deliver your stuff too you?" He spoke. He looked young but was definitely older than Matt and Mello. He was full of vitality and obviously could have a better future, yet he was here. He looked tired though, yellow rings under his brown eyes and his plaid shirt was grey and black as he earnestly smiled.

That's good I guess… I was beginning to think we were in some twisted dream world.

"Uh, actually we'll come back and get it." Matt waved him off, following the other two. The gate closed noisily behind them.

Soon enough, as they headed pass the area, the lush jungle scenery faded back and the smell of the sea and salt got stronger. The wind did as well. Matt couldn't really care as much as Mello and Andréa did; his hair was already a mess. They noticed they were actually walking along a beach for a while or until a sign came up that said "Board Walk." They headed up the stairs only to find something blocking them.

They were faced with a group of girls and a woman in traditional Japanese wear, smiling gently at them. The tallest of them, dark hair, caramel skinned, striking light brown eyes opened her heavenly-sculpted lips and said, "Welcome, to our home, Hindima. I expect that commute here wasn't as troublesome as we hoped."


~X~

I changed a lot. Is it too long? ^^;

First chapters are harder than they seem. Don't worry; I'm not leading you guys on this time. Expect an update; it'll get intense real soon.

(UNEDITED)

That means I've done some logical fixing but to an extent where I keep the chapter in a way I know I will want to edit it.