Part 1
Early Monday morning, Yuichiro Amane was seen dragging himself reluctantly to his work. Just like any anti-morning people in this world, staying in his warm cozy bed all nuzzled up in his covers were decidedly better. But he, and the rest of the workers, didn't have much of a choice. Work is work, and work gives money which can be used to buy an even cozier bed. Well that was at least how Yuu thought of it all.
People sometimes wonder how someone as reckless, easily-distracted and impractical as Yuu could manage to become a high ranked agent working for the top Police Headquarters. Little did they know that that was exactly the type of impression he wanted to give – but of course there was some truth hiding among all the rumors, but let's not talk about that. Anyway, back to Yuu.
At ten past eight, Yuu arrived at his office, somehow more exhausted and sleepy than he was before the powerwalk. As soon as his boots stepped on his territory and the door behind him was shut, he flung his briefcase towards the area his sofa stood, not caring where that useless thing landed. Yuu thumped down into his armchair and nuzzled himself deeper into the chilly black leather; oh how he wished he had an extra blanket in his office, he could've had a really cool nap right there. The tie that he had worked so hard on tying earlier this morning sat now loose around his neck and his hair that he had poured liter-wise of styling-wax was now just as messy as it had been before. The raven headed boy gave a sigh in abandonment and closed his eyes for a short break.
He would have gotten some rest, like he would on any other mornings, if it wasn't for a special someone banging aggressively onto his door. Yuu's eyes shot open just like his body from the armchair, and within the matter of half a second he was on his feet and had already nearly choked himself to death trying to fix his tie.
The person on the other side of the door, however, wasn't in the mood of waiting around patiently as Yuu made him presentable. Chief Ichinose kicked open the door, marched into the room and sat in Yuu's armchair. Though Yuu made a lot more than Chief Ichinose ever will make, he still let Guren boss him around. After all, if it wasn't for the fact that Guren gave Yuu the opportunity to be able to work as his police department, Yuu would probably still be living with his mom right now.
"Brat, if you're going to die than do it already. It'll be a good story to tell your replacement, that you died from choking yourself with a tie." Guren mocked as he browsed the pile of papers he held in his hand.
After another minute of struggling, Yuu finally freed himself from his murderous tie and threw it in the trash bin, vowing to himself to never be close to a tie ever again.
"What do you want?" Yuu muttered, still immensely irritated from the recent incident.
Chief Ichinose glanced up from his papers – which he didn't read a single word from, he only looked at it to seem busy and important – and raised a single eyebrow.
"Is that the tone you use while speaking to your superior?" He wondered with an eerie tone.
The raven headed spy stared at Guren incredulously, but decided to brush it off and repeated with a slightly less intimidating tone. Chief seem to have accepted it for he answered Yuu.
"You know full well about the currently active case that everyone in our police department works on, everyone except you of course. We have come forward to that Mikaela Shindo, a half-Russian half-Japanese teenager, is our biggest suspect for the felony performed several months ago. And one day, I, your god, father and savior, suddenly thought, Oh my! We forgot all about Yuu the brat! How could we forget someone as important and loving as Yuu! So I came here." Guren smirked devilishly and flicked the edges of his deck of papers playfully.
"I'm surprised you haven't choked on the bullshit you were spewing out of your mouth just now." Yuu sighed, rubbing his temples with his gloved thumbs.
"Anyway, brat, I decided that you were the most suitable for this job due to your … impressive sneaking and tracking skills." Venomous sarcasm dripped from his words; it was as if he would rather jump off a cliff than repeat himself ever again.
"So you're telling me to track down this…Mika, and find information about him?" Yuu wondered.
This was getting more and more interesting. Guren rarely gave Yuu the opportunity to actually spy and track another person. Mostly, he would stay in his office during his entire 7 hour shift and solely fill in reports that are handed to him and then retransmit it to the next person who would fill it additionally and so on and so on. This would be an interesting adjustment to his daily traditions.
"Wow I'm impressed; you're not as dumb as I thought, kid. Yes, that's what I'm implying. We have already observed Mikaela Shindo for a few weeks and have even brought him in for interviews; however he hasn't revealed anything that would be his conviction. So we need you persecute him and bring back evidence. I'm really getting tired of this case." Guren gave a deep sigh before dropping the stack of paper onto Yuu's precious walnut wood table. (Yuu had busted his hump to afford buying that expensive table; unsurprisingly he takes better care of it than he does to his own hair.) "So what do you say, kid, you in?"
"You don't even need to ask." Yuu grinned and clapped his hands a single time before rubbing them together as if standing in front of a feast. "I'll find all the evidence you need."
Chief Ichinose seemed really pleased at Yuu's determination for he ruffled the boy's hair with his gloved hand and gave a low, husky chuckle.
"That's my son." He smirked.
Guren gave Yuu's hair one last ruffle before he rose from his armchair and left the room, gently closing the door after him. As soon as the door closed with a tiny thump, Yuu pounced onto the stack of paper that was left on the table and started reading it like a maniac. Though he wasn't that much of a reader – let's be honest here – he still did his best. And before you could say knife, he had fully read through the papers, set up a plan and had already headed home to make the final preparations. This would most certainly turn out to be very interesting, indeed.