(A/N: Note that 'Tokko' is not to be confused with 'Touko Fukawa'. Tokko is a type of Japanese police and short for 'Tokubetsu Kōtō Keisatsu' or 'Special Higher Police'. I realize they don't technically exist anymore.. but in such case he's pretty much a police officer of a sort xdd

Now.. for those who are concerned, this may be a Canon x OC story but I swear 2 g that I am not just gonna force the ship. I'm going to do my best to give it some chemistry and give my character some.. character. My hopes are that by the end of this story, you will all love Ichiro as much as I do.

I am always accepting constructive criticism however, and reviews of any kind give me more will to write!

I hope you enjoy this very short first chapter!)

Ichiro blinked away tears after yawning. He wasn't yawning because he was tired, but because he was bored.

Bored! Bored all the time! This stupid Koban! Didn't his father know that he had been given the title of 'Super Highschool Level Tokko'?! Not just anyone gets that!

But nope, he was still stuck here.. doing all the most unimportant jobs that a Japanese police officer could do. Sometimes.. on very very rare occasions, he'd get to do something that held some significance.

But lately that has been.. as I said before, uncommon. Anything interesting that went on in this Koban, went on when he wasn't on duty.

Now that he thought about it.. he was forgetting something wasn't he? Something important.. He wasn't on duty right now. He could have sworn he had just seen another guard or two.

Had they greeted him when they passed by? If so, he hadn't even registered it. He was too bored staring at this stupid monitor. The thought made the boy with lavender hair run a hand through said hair, messing up the very small ponytail that it was put up in.

A worried and disturbed look crossed Ichiro's face and he looked outside the window. It was raining.. really really hard. But if he wasn't mistaken, it was actually pretty early in the day. The clouds just made it seem late.

Something was coming.. he could feel it. Something dangerous.. Something that made the hairs on the back of his tattooed neck stand up.

That something was...

His classmates!

At that very moment, two students that he recognized all too well burst into the koban. They ignored any comments any of the guards made as the short blonde in front stormed inside. "YOU'RE LATE FOR CLASS YOU IDIOT!"

A girl with silver hair soon followed after but grabbed Ichiro by the back of the collar before he could make any comments. He found himself suddenly being dragged out into the rain.

So that's what he forgot..

"I'm sorry." The look on Ichiro's face was a very comical one. One of sadness and regret but still a stupid one nonetheless.

"TELL IT TO SENSEI!" The Yakuza replied shortly. He couldn't believe he was out here in the rain because of this idiot!? What was he to do if Peko got sick!?

Little did Fuyuhiko know that Peko was thinking similar things about said Yakuza. Therefore, she didn't do her best to be kind to this forgetful Tokko.

In truth, the Kuzuryu and Nagayoshi families were enemies. Not quite 'sworn' enemies, but they had a history of not liking eachother. It wasn't all too much different even when Ichiro and Fuyuhiko had to share a class together.

Although over the years they had tried at least to hide their hate for eachother from public view. One less thing for their classmates to gossip about anyway...

Ichiro was dragged all the way from the Koban to his classroom before Peko let go of his collar and allowed him to just lay on the floor as she and Fuyuhiko took their appropriate seats, attempting to dry themselves off.

Almost all of the students had their eyes on their pathetic puddle of a classmate that was laying on the floor known as Ichiro.

"Uh, is he still alive?" Hiyoko pondered with a tilt of her head.

"PEKO KILLED HIM!?" Ibuki shouted.

Ichiro quickly sat up at that and then got to his feet. "No! No! I'm alive! I'm sorry everyone! I forgot today was Monday.." Stupid excuse.. but it was actually the truth. He did his best to dry himself off as he sat down in his assigned seat with a red face.

His attempts to dry himself off were futile.

Miss Yukizome just gave her warm and understanding smile, to no one's surprise. "It's alright, Ichiro. Try not to do it again. Also thank you Fuyuhiko and Peko for getting him for us." She said.

Fuyuhiko made a non-too happy noise in response as he continued to wring out his shirt.

Even if the Kuzuryu family were his enemy, that didn't stop Ichiro from feeling bad that the two of them had to go out into this rain to get him and his forgetful ass..

Where was his phone again?

Ah, it didn't matter right now.

What mattered was that this was the very beginning of a long era of despair for them all.

(Another A/N: I realize this is an EXTREMELY short chapter and I swear to you, it will be the only chapter that is this short. It is mainly just to give you a small introduction to Ichiro and his character. Also if you haven't seen Despair Arc yet.. small spoiler warning!

Thank you for reading!)