HI!! Since I finished my Kakashi fanfic already since 6 months and still have to post chapters, I decided to write a ShiratoriXOC fanfic. By the way sorry that i posted in the wrong category, there is no Shiratori category thing you know for sorting the characters. So I thought to post it to the popluar paring SatoxTakagi thing, I hope you can forgive me.
Now, about this story... The title I didn't steal from the Marvel comic okay "Black Widow", it is pure concidence okay!! The title is very important to the whole plot ( I won't tell you why...hehe...) I like Shiratori, he may be a bit of an amateur and an arrogant idiot due to his wealthy background but in this story I will be testing him out him like a labrat, haha! (Man that sounds so sadistic, don't sue me, I'm against ALL animal testing!!) Anyway I hope even those who don't like him can read this with a different opinion and I hope those who like him will enjoy this. I really tried to keep him in character and I hope I won't disappoint any of you... Anyway I hope you like it and here it goes!! Ta daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...
CHAPTER ONE
- Only the beginning -
Three years ago…
At night the flaring lights of bustling cars bathed the feet of the glorious and tall Sky scrapers, giving the impression of a sparkling molten river slithering through the streets. It was a breezy summer night. The moon stood high in all its grace and the stars twinkled with pride and beauty. The wind wisped carrying the poignant smell of gas accompanied with the sweet and spicy fragrance of delicious food. For an ordinary night nothing seemed wrong or out of place.
However never be deceived with what you see. High above, hidden away from the ignorant population, on top of a skyscraper on the ledge of the roof, was a person clad in skin tight black attires. The person sat leisurely on the ledge with its feet dangling down, showing no fear of heights whatsoever. It looked down, observing the active city of New York. Only the lower part of the individual's face was visible. Gradually a smirk grazed the person's features liking the prospect of whatever it had in mind.
"I wonder what kind of surprise they will throw at me this time."
With this said, the individual pushed itself off from the ledge, disappearing completely without a sound.
The humid summer heat settled down heavily on Tokyo. The skyscrapers gleamed with the reflection of the taunting sun, forcing all individuals to run into air conditioned vehicles or shops. For the Japanese people it was something they were accustomed to anyway, but many still did complain and that was especially the case for the busy police officers. The Beika district was as usual being taken care of by the fellow police officers. There was a robbery round the block and now nearly half of the police force of the Beika district was after that robber. He had managed to escape with a motorcycle with a duffle bag full of cash robbed from a convenience store and now he zoomed like a mad person along the busy streets of Tokyo, causing accidents as he went. However after some long tiresome and frustrating pursuit, one police car popped out of nowhere blocking the passage of the motorcyclist. He gave a muffled yelp, his reflexes stunned and slowed down by the suddenness and he rammed his bike into the car, catapulting through the air and landing two meter next to the police car on his back. The police man rushed out and grabbed for the robber, yanking him up and forcing his arm in a twist against his back. The police spoke in a calm tone into the radio.
"I've got him; I'm at Beika Avenue 6th."
The radio cracked a voice and it responded quickly to reassure the police man. The robber gave another yelp, feeling the police twist his arm ever so stronger.
"Hey, what about a deal?"
"A deal?"
"Yea, a great deal. I'll share the dough with you, fifty-fifty, what do you say?"
"Sounds tempting." Said the police man with interest, but his grip then tightened. "But I have to decline, because I don't make deals with crooks like you."
The sirens blared in the distance but were approaching in a very fast pace. Then a set of flaring police cars came to an abrupt halt, armed police forces came out with their guns raised high and surrounded the robber. The police man that held the robber shoved it over to his colleagues and they quickly put the handcuffs on him and ushered him into the car. The police car drove off accompanied by the blaring siren.
Later in the office of the Inspector of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Building.
"All my compliments, you performed exceptionally well today."
"Thank you, Megure kebu. I was only doing my duty."
The all famous Inspector Megure noticeable with his beige hat, thick mustache and chubby face and appearance, smiled at the police officer in front of him. He was proud of him; this officer was loyal but also very diligent in what regards tiny details. He was more or less the subordinate of Megure. He was active and stubborn at times. Equally he was a difficult person to decipher. He was always the cool himself, he rarely smiled or laughed, but he created a lot of rivalry easily showing off his wealth or his reputation. However Megure Kebu stayed fair and conscious about things, over praising any police officer in this department would create untold chaos. When the officer was about to make a move to leave the office, Megure quickly called the officer.
"Shiratori kun."
"Yes." He responded calmly and turned back to Megure.
Shiratori, a tall slender young man with russet hair which looked messily spiked and then dangled thickly in a strange heap near his left eye, looked at Megure.
"My wife and I are having our wedding anniversary and I was wondering if you were free this Friday for 9 PM?"
"I'm not sure I am, kebu."
"If you are interested, I've invited most of your colleagues, Sato san and Takagi Kun and others, they agreed to come."
"…I suppose I'll come too."
Megure smiled brightly, grateful that Shiratori was coming too. Shiratori inclined his head and left the office. He walked along some spread out desks that weren't really organized in rows or lines, but they lay clustered here and there. The tiny ways zigzagged from desk to another and occasionally there was actually a straight way. Some desks had stacks of paperwork to be done. His fellow police officers chatted happily from their desks to some of their colleagues. Shiratori sunk down in his chair with a sigh, loosening his tie and driving his hand through the left side of his coarse hair. Man, he was exhausted!
"I heard you got another robber in, Shiratori." called one of his colleagues over to him which rallied everybody's attention.
"You've nailed about 20 of them this week, it's a record!" added another one of his enthusiastic fellow with a tone of admiration.
"We've got to celebrate this with a drink, ne? Shiratori." Said one of his female colleagues.
She had given him a wink, which he didn't acknowledge anyway. His eyes searched for another person.
"Where's Sato san?" asked he in his calm voice.
"She's on duty with Takagi."
Unintentionally his hand flexed into a fist. That blasted name! That idiot is stealing HIS Miwako away and let's face it that naïve idiot was getting closer to her by the seconds, while Shiratori was being literally ignored, rejected! He heaved an exasperated sigh and rubbed the frustration from his eyes. Then a booming tune startled him from his contemplation and he raised his head to look at the TV which was suspended from the ceiling. All officers' eyes were glued to what was happening. A young anchor spoke with all seriousness.
It's been now two years since the notorious thief "the black widow" disappeared.
"Oh it's that crazy thief chick, who is - so I've heard - complicating the lives of the American Law enforcement in the past three years." Told one of the officers with heightened interest and gazed back to the screen.
In the course of three years before her disappearance, she had succeeded stealing not only money from tightly secured banks but precious artifacts from museums across America and not once has she been caught. She is considered the "Kaito Kid" of the United States.
"Yea, but only she's got boobs."
"And a hot ass."
The male officers joined in a laugh while Shiratori only rolled his eyes in contempt. Tsh, young men!
No pictures or footages have been taken of her appearance. Only description by testimonies from the police force or the night ward's managed to shed some light on her identity.
The anchor looked at her notes on her desk and looked back through the camera.
All testified she was a woman with stealth, skill and certain sensuality. Her movements were unpredictable and as some stated "mesmerizing". She earned her title "black widow" from her dark attires, her stealthy movements like a spider accompanied by certain ferociousness while being in the offense.
"Oooh, that sounds like a girl I would want to have. Don't you agree Shiratori?"
His working colleague Hirota, a man in his forties with a prominent forehead and disheveled hair, stark eyes and slightly overweighed appearance grinned at him from across his desk. Shiratori merely gave a grunt and responded coolly.
"I don't like such scandalous women, especially American women, they are all superficial. Anyway aren't you married?"
His colleague laughed.
"I'm just kiddin'. Anyhow with that mind-setting you'll never get a woman."
"I know that, thank you, Hirota"
The other sighed and yawned. The golden ring gleamed at his left ring finger as he covered his mouth.
"Anyway let's face it, Sato san will be soon taken by Takagi."
"I know that."
Hirota observed Shiratori for a moment and then leaned over, since his desk was across of Shiratori's.
"You know every officer in this damn building has some liking for that woman and I have to admit I feel sorry for Takagi Kun because he gets all the bashing."
"Well he deserves it." Shiratori stated calmly and raised his eyes to meet Hirota's. "I am a better match then that good-for-nothing idiot."
His colleague sighed and waved it off with a flick of his hand.
"EACH one of them says that."
"I know but I am stating the facts here, with my wealth she could live a life of a princess, in comparison to Takagi's which is, more or less, intolerable."
"You know wealth is not everything, Shiratori."
Shiratori gave an abrupt chortled, but decided not to beat around the bush with his partner in this conversation and therefore returned his attention back to the screen.
The last time the "black widow" was spotted, was at her final act the international Bank of New York the SYS where she was planned to steal the money from the vault, but due to some circumstances that are momentarily unknown, she left without the money.
"Eh? She left without the money? Why would she do that?"
"A change of heart." Responded Shiratori and Hirota in unison and both exchanged a small smile.
However testimonies have stated that gunshots were heard, some assume that now she's in hiding and others assume she's died. We'll keep you posted for eventual news.
The anchor then rattled on some other topic and the male officer began to chat loudly and excitedly about this occurrence. The "lively discussion" between the male officers was something that would make Shiratori roll his eyes, but he didn't pay attention to this too much since he was reading through some report.
"What do you think?" Hirota questioned as he too was reading from his report on a case.
Shiratori raised his dark orbs to look at Hirota.
"About what?"
"The black widow."
"I daresay interesting, the fact that a skillful woman like her could rob highly secured banks and museums is beyond me, but in general having a second "Kaito kid" like thief would be irritating."
"As usual." Muttered Hirota to himself. "Always monotone."
"Were you expecting something else?"
Hirota sighed, closed his folder, placed it back on his desk and folded his hand in a business-like manner to look at Shiratori.
"You are always dull."
"Why thank you for pointing out my faults should I point out yours?"
"Listen Shiratori, listen to me as a friend." Reiterated Hirota with seriousness and ignored Shiratori's previous remark. "Get yourself a woman and stop ogling after Sato san."
"Easier said than done."
"It can be done, you are just not trying."
"Oha, now you are lecturing me about life."
Hirota stifled his groan and took a deep breath to regain his composure.
"With that stubborn and arrogant behavior of yours, you won't get a woman, I can guarantee you that." Explained Hirota and quickly interjected when Shiratori had opened his mouth. "Wouldn't it hurt to let your defense down?"
Strange enough it struck him the last sentence that Hirota had uttered. Would it really hurt him to date a woman?
"This was a bad idea to begin with!" he muttered with a forced but twitching smile.
He couldn't believe that he was playing along with this shit. He was now in a nice local restaurant with a bunch of his police colleagues doing a Gokon (some sort of assembly for singles, correct me if I am wrong, okay?) Despite that he wasn't that super duper handsome like some of his colleagues he drew the female's attention like honey to bees. He wasn't even sure what attracted the women. He felt their eyes settle on him or follow him around. It felt like being stabbed by a hoard of arrows.
The night at the local restaurant went painfully by, women started to chat with him about all sort of things, desperately trying to grasp his attention. Their purposeful touches made him cringe in disgust. They gave him no opportunity whatsoever to say a word or inquire about them. They kept rattling along about their old love life, their worries, their work, the newest trends, food and occasionally the typical and old time "weather" discussion. His candidates varied between 20 and 30 and to his shock he found some who were 18. The younger they were the more blatant sexual behavior they exposed and the older they got the more grace and conservatism they showed. Shiratori had to admit he was tempted at first by some of them, the - uhm - exposure of cleavage.
All of a sudden he heard an obnoxious laugh at the other end of the table. There was a young woman with caramel hair pulled back flatly with a white headband, this woman grinned and laughed like a high school girl which inevitably attracted the attention of the males. Shiratori looked at that woman and realized there was a striking familiarity.
"Sonoko san?!" called out Shiratori across the table.
The woman stopped dead in her actions, anxiety flashing in her features but when she spotted Shiratori she waved excitedly.
"Hey Shiratori san, I didn't know you were interested in Gokon's."
Shiratori gave her a twitching smile indicating that he wasn't the slightest interested in this bull shit.
After a while both of them sat together, with some distance "away" from the loud Gokon table.
"So are you also on the look-out for a partner?" teased Sonoko with a wink.
"I'm not; I was forced by my colleagues."
"Oh? Well I think some fresh air does well."
"I get enough fresh air."
"I mean by changes. I know you are one of Sato san's million admirers', right?"
Shiratori didn't respond, but decided to tackle a new topic.
"So why are you here? Aren't you too young?"
"Too young?!" she retorted with a "humph!" "I'm at a perfect age to date, okay! And besides it's fun."
Shiratori sighed. First he gets dragged into this shit and now he tries to converse with a high School kid, how much worse can it get? Sonoko surveyed him for a moment, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"What are you staring at?"
She repositioned herself to make herself more comfortable and then looked at Shiratori with interest.
"Since you and I are sitting together like this, why don't we date?"
Shiratori stifled his laugh.
"Sorry but you are better off with them, then me."
"I'm serious Shiratori san!"
Shiratori sighed; this was the last straw, if a girl was asking him for a date that only means it's the end of the world.
"Look I don't date girls, I date women."
"I am a woman!"
"I know you are, okay! Sheesh!" he corrected himself anxiously, calming her down after her voice had become obnoxiously loud again. "I just- it's nothing personal - but I don't want to date you and honestly speaking I shouldn't be here either."
With this he stood up from the table and left the local restaurant completely.
"Shiratori san! Shiratori san!" called Sonoko as she ran after him and he stopped in his steps.
"Sato san is good as taken. What you are doing now is meaningless."
"I don't care, but I'll keep trying." He replied calmly and simply walked off.
Isn't this ironic? Despite that he's been told billions of times that it was a hopeless case and even though he witnessed Sato san's serious attachment to Takagi, he kept persevering. He walked along the busy street of Tokyo. The shop lights flooded onto the sidewalk and the neon lights kept the city vividly illuminated. Cars angrily bustled by, occasional honking and creating great traffic jams. For a Thursday night it sure was busy. He didn't understand what possessed him to go to the Gokon thing in the first place and why in the hell he didn't take his car along. He remembered his pestering colleagues saying "They'll all fall for you because of your wealth." Yea, well he damned wished it was the case for Sato san! Thank Goodness he had his cell phone and his wallet!
Now it would take him at least an hour to get to his apartment which was on the rich side of Tokyo. He had actually a villa on the outskirts of Tokyo, but he only went there for the weekend or for vacation purposes. Well anyway he has several which are owned by his parents, but the flat and the other villa are officially his. He sighed deeply to himself. He needed to take the subway. As he walked along the sidewalk he looked around for the panel and descending stairs which indicated the entrance to the subway. He found it and crossed the street and with a light jog descended the stairs. He looked on the map to check which connections he needed to take and with a stifled groan sunk on the bench. He needed to change three times at least, this will take forever!
He arrived at his destination and rushed out of the subway and up the stairs. He landed in a richer, clean cut, organized and dazzling area of Tokyo. Sky scrapers reached higher than the center of Tokyo, equally the quality was more sophisticated and elegant, built by the rich. It is rumored to be the area which was most inhabited by stars. Well Shiratori didn't really care anyway to begin with but the apartments themselves were cozy and practical, for the wealthy that is. He had everything he needed, money, luxury, wine, food, wealth and occasionally women. Yep, he was a loner but accepted that dull fate. His future was bleak anyway, he believed that. He wasn't that handsome and admitted he didn't possess a real personality. His job roughened him up, but equally did the wealth. In the past, before he became part of the Tokyo Metropolitan Law enforcement, he was very snobbish and unbearably arrogant. He knew that for a fact for he had angered his surroundings very easily. The reason why he became an officer is still a puzzle to him. Most that applied said: "I want to defend justice", "I want to save lives", "Because of X experience I want to…" Yadi yada yada yada and so on. For all he cares he could have bribed himself in to get any job he wanted, however he chose a simple job to become an officer. Of course it wasn't simple. It's always demanding, thrilling and hazardous which Shiratori took mostly a liking of. He's satisfied with his job and life, but due to his pride he wouldn't admit that he did feel lonely at some times.
He released another sigh which was the fifth this night. He looked at his Rolex wrist watch, 11 PM it was. What a waste of time! He walked along a less crowded street. Here all famous shops ranking from "Haute couture" down to all luxury brands like Gucci, Channel, Prada and so on lined the street. Rich people with more than 100'000 dollars worth of clothes, bag, shoes whatsoever strolled around here at night, literally "window shopping". Shiratori felt certain disgust towards his own kind, he has learned from his work to be simple and not stick out like a sore thumb like the spoiled brats around him. Also he acquired a good reputation which needs no advertisement through the luxury of his clothes.
Tonight he was clad very simple. He wore a pair of casual jeans with a white short-sleeved polo shirt; he had taken a sweater with him but took it off due to the heat. Despite of his casual appearance he liked staying elegant and orderly, his attires always showed elegance.
All of a sudden some distant crying tore him away from his contemplation. The pedestrians didn't seem to hear it and Shiratori began to consider his police instincts was going haywire, but he heard it again. It came from across the street. Fortunately the streets weren't so busy, because if it had been he wouldn't have heard it. With a quick glance in both directions he crossed the street. He heard the crying now; it was more distinct although faint for the passing pedestrians. He walked along that street following this slobbering cry and he found himself staring into a dark alley. If only he could run to his apartment and grab his gun with him, but he couldn't, the victim was maybe in a life and death situation. Steadily he walked into the alley, merging in with the shadow.
He knew this alley was the paradise for all sort of crooks, ranking from pocket thieves to rapists. He remembered in his early days at the academy he had to deal with these pests and he was well awarded for catching a chain of drug dealers. Although it really was a coincidence because at that time he had witnessed a robbery and caught the robber dealing with the druggies.
He walked deeper into the alley, the cry had paused for a moment then resumed now with more force. Police instincts gripped him. Now he recognized the cry, it came from a child, probably a baby. He sped his paces, the soiled and moist alley narrowed as it curved behind a building. He continued, his concern growing as a police man and his awareness heightening. He made the curve. That's where he heard another cry. It was a bit high pitched and weak but forced out. He heard a thud, as if flesh against flesh was being beaten against. The baby's cry became shrill with dread. Another soft cry was forced which sounded more like a woman, who strained to not make any noise. Shiratori's sense of justice jumped in and he ran as fast as he could. His steps tapped hard against the moist cement of the alley, bouncing off the narrow walls. He barged onto the scene, finding a group of thugs running away from a cowering figure and not so far among some carton boxes sat a trembling little baby. Shiratori ran to the cowering figure that lay on the cold floor. Gold locks tainted by blood laid a strewn around her with some of it covering part of her face. That woman trembled slightly, her features bruised and bleeding. She recoiled when she saw Shiratori.
"Rest assured I'm from the Tokyo Metropolitan police force - here." He showed his badge to her.
She raised her head by a centimeter from the ground, the hair falling away from her face and her sparkling olive eyes looking at the gleaming badge. Shiratori was shortly breathless. In front of him lay a foreigner with pale skin, fair hair and olive eyes, but she was beautiful despite of her bruised face. There was something about her expressive eyes, the way that her cheek bones were formed and her vivacious lips which were cut, that made her beautiful. She was convinced of the evidence and then she started to move, pulling herself up into a sitting position.
"Please don't move you're overexerting yourself." Warned Shiratori, grabbing her shoulders to signal her not to move.
However with defiance, her olive eyes becoming fiery with determination, she pushed his hands away from her and crawled over to the boxes.
"Yosuke, Yosuke?" she whispered her voice weak which was loud enough for Shiratori to hear.
She continued to move and then stopped, kneeling in front of one box. She spoke now in a foreign tongue with a gentle voice. Shiratori recognized the sounds and expressions, it was English.
"Baby, come to me, the danger is gone, mommy is all right."
The box moved and crawling out came a cute chubby face baby. He could barely stand on his trembling feet. He had wavy chocolate hair, dark round orbs with a faint hint of olive green surrounding the pupil, his face was flushed and tear stained. Not only was his hair unlike Japanese, but the structure of his face was a bit more oval and his eyes although almond shaped like the Japanese was more expressive and had eye lids. His skin was a bit paler. From what Shiratori could gather this baby was half Japanese and half what the mother is. The baby's thumb was stuck in his mouth. He looked at his mother, as if barely recognizing her from her bruised face and pulled the digit out of his mouth. He walked on his staggering, stubby legs and fell into the embrace of his mother.
"Mommy!" He gurgled, thick tears rolling down his red cheeks.
"My little baby, my little Yusuke. Thank God you are unharmed." She whispered in a shaky voice and she placed kisses on its forehead.
Shiratori now drew near to the woman and she turned his attention to him as he knelt beside her. Pearls of tears rolled down her cheek, she was moved with gratitude.
"Thank you that you saved us." She switched into Japanese, which relieved Shiratori for he couldn't speak English so well.
Her Japanese was fluent, flawless like a normal Japanese speaker only that it looked funny when a foreigner spoke it. Her features showed a smile, but suddenly it vanished and so did the light in her eyes. She lost balance and Shiratori quickly laced his arm around her shoulder preventing the fall. The baby looked in shock at what happened and started crying once more. Shiratori quickly checked her pulse she had fainted, but her body then convulsed and a streak of blood trickled down her mouth. The baby was sensitive enough to sense what was wrong and only continued crying, clinging desperately to its mother. Having no experience whatsoever with children, Shiratori simply ran his hand over the baby's soft messy hair, hushing him down.
"Mommy-is-okay." He spoke in his broken English.
Momentarily the baby was staring at Shiratori with a mix of fascination and stupefy, forgetting a second ago that he was crying. Shiratori quickly reached for his phone and dialed for the police and ambulance. In a strict voice he told them the exact location and hung up. He then lifted the woman up, trying to put her on his back so that he carried her. Her arms dangled down his neck with her head stooping and he swung her legs around his middle. It was so unlike him to do such a thing, however since he had a baby nearby he needed to hold it too. He looked down on the gaping baby.
"Come Yosuke, hold here." He spoke again in his broken English and held out one hand.
The baby responded quickly and its tiny hand grasped for Shiratori's hand. He held it firmly and walked with the baby. It was slow and still unsure on its feet, but he was remarkably talented for a tiny baby of such age. The sirens of the ambulance and police were approaching fast and it was a relief to Shiratori. He continued in calm paces, his eyes glancing at each angle for a lurking enemy.
Fortune was on his side this time for he managed unscathed without interruption to step onto the illuminated sidewalk. The pedestrians were in shock as they encountered Shiratori, the woman and the baby. The ambulance was zooming now accompanied by the police. Shiratori went on the street to wave at them. The ambulance came to an abrupt halt and the medical staff came rushing out. The portable bed was brought and Shiratori helped to lay her out on it. The bed was then rushed back into the ambulance car and the child was taken with them. However the baby started to cry, pounding its angry fists against the medic. The baby then gurgled and pointed to Shiratori, its watery puppy eyes staring at Shiratori. The female medic noticed the baby's indication and walked over to Shiratori.
"Would you mind coming along? The baby obviously needs his father."
"But I-
Shiratori was interrupted and dragged into the ambulance car by the female medic. He sat on the bench, holding the toddler in his lap. As if by instinct Yosuke buried its face in the chest of Shiratori as the medics began their administration over the woman's body. Shiratori observed the toddler with mixed feelings. Never did he really hold a baby before and never did one show some attachment to him. This one here was by far the most docile child he has ever seen. He only cried when he felt his mother was in peril, but now his tiny body trembled a bit and he sobbed quietly into the chest of Shiratori. The only way he knew how to comfort a person was to embrace it, so held that tiny creature in his bosom. He couldn't deny a sense of tranquility and a calming pulse of tenderness towards that creature despite that it wasn't his. If a victim needed comfort, he would do this in a heartbeat; this is his duty as a police officer.
