Doesn't have a title yet (any suggestions?)
AN: Hey there! So this is a story revolving around cops and the law and all that good stuff. Anyways the titles everyone has i.e. the cops ad stuff are based on the U.S. ranks, although it takes place in Japan. I'm not sure if there's a difference or not, but when I tried searching for police ranks in Japan it gave me newspaper articles, which said nothing about ranks. So I'm sorry…feel free to help if you want.
Prologue
'Why is it that every occasion I go to I need to dress up? Why? So that I can look good for what-a couple of hours? I swear it takes longer getting ready than actually being at the event and being seen.' thought a young woman who had to be in her early twenties by the looks of it. Hair as blue as the deepest part of the ocean, cascaded down her back in a soft wave of curls. A sleek silver clasp securely fastened in the back held wisps of cobalt hair out of her porcelain face, revealing a pair of eyes the color of sapphires. Done up with a light shade of pink that was barely noticeable, her eyes shone like twin beacons in the offset of the night.
Rose colored lips pulling into a line, she did not like the difficultness of her Chiffon dress. An elegant off the shoulder dress the color of snow that crisscrossed in the back exposing cream colored skin all the way to her lower back, a slit reaching just a bit above her knee gave the dress a more alluring sense and showed just enough leg to be desired, and was long enough to graze the carpet as she walked. Peeking out beneath her dress were her dainty little feet slipped in a pair of white open toed high heel shoes, with a small bow in the center to give it appeal. Adorning her neck was a tasteful silver chain with a cross done in sapphires.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me," mumbled the young beauty staggering in her haste to quicken her steps. " 'Its roomy enough to move freely and glide around the room' he says. 'You'll be fine' he says. Damn! Did he ever stop to think that maybe I'd have to run after all those hours of getting ready? Just so I wouldn't be late!"
"Where is that girl of mine? I told her eight o'clock," said a man aloud to no one in particular. Glancing at his watch, the time read 7:55p.m. Heaving a sigh, he resumed his passing. Koshijiro Kamiya, was Assistant Chief of the Tokyo Police Department, or he use to be. This being his last night before he retired at the tender age of fifty after being shot. A man roughly 6', with midnight blue hair that framed his handsome face and well defined features, he did not look fifty.
Hearing the click clack of heels, he turned to see his one and only daughter hurrying towards him.
" I know. I know. I'm sorry, but you know how Kamatari can be when it comes to dressing me up for these things," said his daughter finally reaching him.
"And here I thought lawyers were born with the gift of punctuality. Looks like they forgot you, my little Kaoru."
"Hahaha…so how do I look," asked Kaoru twirling in the dimness of the streetlamps.
"Beautiful," was Koshijiro's warm reply.
Smiling, she allowed her true self to shine through her eyes. Her rarest smile that only her father or closest friends ever saw. Dubbed her 'honest smile.' "As much as I love hearing your fatherly nonsense, I think its about time we got this thing over with."
Chuckling at his daughter's own naïve ness, he allowed himself to be led to the Silver Moon. A local casino that was holding his department's yearly Gala event.
Upon entering the ballroom where it was to be held, the head of the department Mr. Tokugawa and his wife, immediately engaged themselves into a conversation with the Kamiyas'.
Emerald colored eyes roamed the room. Looking for any familiar faces that would make the night less burdensome. Hoping to find a certain Lieutenant to spend half of the better night getting to know. 'Where is he?…Don't tell me he decided to not show! Wh-huh okay she may not be that hunk of a Lieutenant , but she's a friend.'
Walking over to the group, she could not help the smile that formed at seeing her friend's facial expression when asked about her love life.
"Tokugawa-san, Kamiya-san, I hope I am not interrupting anything. I was just hoping to steal Kaoru-san away for a bit."
"Not at all Makimachi-san, I am sure she has had enough of us elderly men and their constant rambling," stated Koshijiro with a knowing look at both girls.
Excusing themselves, they made their way over to a vacant table to sit and chat.
" So Misao-chan, to what do I owe this pleasure?" asked Kaoru taking a sip of her Cabernet.
" What do you mean," questioned Misao with round doe-like eyes, " we are friends, are we not? So it shouldn't be out of the ordinary that we talk."
Kaoru smirked. " One, you don't talk like that. Two, yes we are friends, since childhood I might add and third, it is because we've been friends since childhood that I know how you are. You should be tailing that Lieutenant instead of saving me from potential scarring situations."
Misao laughed. A rich bubbly laugh that had her companion laughing along with her. "Okay, okay. I couldn't find him." Smiling brightly Misao continued, " so when I saw you I thought who better to spend the night with. Breaking poor unsuspecting hearts, snubbing the highly overrated rich, speaking in not so hushed whispers like adolescent school girls, while pointing out some of the more hideous dresses here- DEAR GOD that woman looks like she is wearing some of the casino's bathroom curtains!" Effectively getting the desired response, Misao could not help but join her friend in another bout of laughter.
"Damn it, Sano, if we're late because of you I swear I'll never forgive you!"
"Relax, Megumi. We're all ready late, so don't be in such a rush," replied Sano buttoning up the damp shirt to his tux.
Turning cinnamon eyes to glare at him, Megumi returned to trying to get her red strapless dress zipped up.
" Here let me help you with that," smirked Sano shrugging on his tailored coat while he watched his girlfriend stumble with the zipper.
Glaring daggers, Megumi gathered up her damp limp hair but made no objection to his help. All the while mumbling about baka rooster heads disturbing people when they had just gotten out of the shower. (hence his damp shirt)
Getting a bit fed up with his girlfriend's incoherent rambling, he swiftly turned her around capturing her lips in a quick chaste kiss. " Hey your of age and you consented," said Sano, " so don't blame this on just me, Kitsune."
" Oh and you couldn't just wait out in the living room while I got out of the shower and got ready? I told you but no- what are you smiling at?" asked Megumi after applying her blood red lipstick frustrated.
"Well after having a day like mine, I wanted to see you even if that meant getting you pissed. Adding the fact that you just got out of the shower…well that was just a bonus," stated Sano holding the front door open for Megumi before locking it. "…I'm sure you heard about today."
" Yes, some of the doctors were on standby…Is everyone all right?" asked Megumi letting out a sigh.
" Hey give us some credit, Meg, of course we're all okay. We're S.W.A.T. We're not reckless," exclaimed Sano getting a pointed look he added, "…all the time."
" I just worry about you," mumbled Megumi slipping into the passenger seat of a red sports car.
" I know," said Sano catching what she said as he closed the door.
He was bored. He knew that his Department's event was important, not only was the Assistant Chief retiring, but it was also the yearly schmoozing event to try and get in with some very important influential people. Some who could give your career a boost in the right direction.
Come Monday, he would see who had successfully made their way up the latter. Come Monday, he would have heard all about anyone's and everyone's pretentious if not hollow attempts at rising to the top. Not only that, but he would definitely hear from his part of the department of all of those who had tried to bump him from his position, and of the few brave enough to try and through their name into the ring of who would be the next Assistant Chief.
Sighing inwardly, he tried to pay attention to the conversation at hand, but he could not help but wonder why he had come again. Mingling with people he could hardly call acquaintances was not one of the things he wanted to do. So why had he come? Besides the not so empty threats that his father made. Oh that's right, because the Assistant Chief Kamiya was retiring, and he was by no means just an acquaintance but one of the few that he respected at the Department.
Heaving yet another inaudible sigh, the violet eyed young man willed himself to listen to what was being said to him.
" I find it completely preposterous that they have yet to figure out who will be the next Assistant Chief," exclaimed the wife of Major Hiroshima.
" Not even a possible candidate," added in Major Hiroshima.
" I understand you concern, but we will just have to be patient and wait. At the moment the Department does not have anyone nearly as qualified as Kamiya-san himself."
" No one as nearly qualified! Nonsense! You yourself could do it, Himura-san. The Captain. Youngest to ever be accepted into one of the most prestigious police academies in the world, graduating at the top of his class, and not to mention the son of Hiko Seijiro, Kyoto's Head of Department. My boy, I do not see anyone more fit for the position," exclaimed Hiroshima.
" I appreciate the compliment, Hiroshima-san, that I do, but I must disagree. I doubt anyone could do as profound a job as Kamiya-san," said the Captain.
" Modesty will get you no where, Himura-san. If you like I could speak to-"
"No," stated Himura firmly, a tinge of amber entering his violet eyes. " I have no interest in the position of Assistant Chief as of right now. I am content with my current position and do not plan on changing that any time soon. I appreciate your offer…to help me but I do not want or need the help of another to further myself in my career."
" You misunderstand my husband, Himura-san. He does not doubt your capabilities, he's merely just lending a helping hand."
" I understand that, but I stand firm by what I said. I thank you for wanting to help, but if you'll excuse me, I see that the Lieutenant has arrived." With that said, he bowed swiftly to a slightly miffed Hiroshima-san and his wife.
Kenshin Himura. A self-proclaimed prodigy at the age of twenty-eight, was one of the most sought after men in the Police Department. Climbing in rank fairly fast due to his own skill and without the help of any influential people. Working twice as hard to prove that it was his skill and not the rank of his father that had earned him the title of Captain thus far. Expecting the best from no less then himself than what his father expected of him.
His presence was unmistakable. Standing at 6'3" with jet black hair falling into eyes the color of crystal blue, he was an imposing man. Coming from a lineage of a well bred, if not the best ninja clan, a clan to this day that was still in effect. A clan that had been following his leadership for the last thirteen years as Okishira, a title given to him at the ripe age of fifteen. Yes, he really was an imposing man.
Striding into the ballroom, with what one would call an air of mystery, he quickly spotted a mane of red hair walking towards him.
"Captain." giving a curt nod to acknowledge the man.
"We're not at the department, call me Kenshin."
"Aa."
Silence lapped over the two, each man lost to his own thoughts. Unaware that both their lives would change with the presence of a few interesting characters.
TBC...
AN: …..hmm….this would be story number three for me. As of right now this is just an idea, depending on how many reviewsI get.I at least want three, if not then I'll take it down and maybe continue with it later. I'm still working on the other ones, but I just couldn't get this out of my head. I know there are still mistakes and stuff, but I'm sick with the flu and most likely dilusional, so I'm sorry. Hopefully you guys like this one just as much as the other ones. Review please!