Undercover Harmony

By Yain

"Tssk" whispered an annoyed voice, that was seemingly sweet despite its obvious hardened tone. The girl finally had someone to buy her treasure but when the deal had been close to done, the customers backed away pretending that the merchandise was a false one.

"Tssk" repeated the voice. The person was eyeing the room, full of dark shadows on the ground wondering how she'd be able to cover it all. She'd need to come up with something eventually.

This one girl had always been a careful one, so her care here were not about covering up her presence, because nobody would figure it out once the scene was discovered, her main concern here was to disguise the room in order to have it appear as if it had been a rebellion.

But what annoyed her even more was that for once, her assistant had been utterly right. She'd scored a bullseye. "Goddamnit."

The assistant had found the deal to be abnormally rushed, as if they had been trying to cover up something or to try to get hold of the girl, yet she'd brushed it off as she needed the money. She'd yelled at her assistant and told her to shut it unless she wished a whole and all-expenses-covered, new, chirurgical face. She'd been too impulsive, and she usually knew better than this but somehow, recently she was agitated.

After managing to replace things to look like the whole party had been killing each other, the girl casually left, on her guard at every time, the room and then the building. Stealth was one of her best assets. She was one to be able to move around a room in complete darkness, without any single noise. If she got close to you, you wouldn't even notice.

She was one among the best…

...and yet that of hers assistant made her anxious as she'd never been ever before. "Goddamnit."

The girl pretended to have no name, she merely was a shadow in anyone's life, she was one to be able to get close to you, to get information about you and from you and yet, you wouldn't even notice it. Precision, determination and quick decision were the words that she abided by. There was not a day starting when she did not tell herself those words.

Yet, recently, the days were starting to take a slight different beginning. She would wake up and dream about reaching toward the other girl. She wished to lose her hands in the hair of that girl, feel her skin against the palm of her hands and- "Goddamnit." she would say every time.

She knew deep down that such events would not happen - the assistant feared her way too much since the moment she'd discovered her occupation. Worse was that it was perfectly normal. She'd been forced to become her assistant unless she wished to know a far less enjoyable future.

It had been a casual day for the dealer. She had proceeded warily and cautiously. To be honest, if anyone had been in her stead, they wouldn't have had that agility to proceed as well as the girl had. The target was a truly basic paint, merely because she had been bored lately and had wished to entertain herself by casually robbing something that was a given to her judgement. The paint had been off the exhibition for quite a bit when she had decided to steal it, meaning she only needed to enter the storage area.

Of course, the girl had not been reckless. She would never allow herself to. In order for everything to go smoothly the girl had studied maps, guard's rounds, their schedules but also memorised the schedule of the museum which she had had no trouble getting access to. There was no visits scheduled for that day so really, it had seemed to be the perfect day to put her anti-boredom plan into action.

She did not get hasty and prepared everything with extreme care, she did not wish for her tools to get rusty and fail her at a random time. She had to avoid such a situation at all cost. It had been only once everything had been checked, double and triple checked that the thief deemed herself to be ready.

So began her infiltration, which really, had given her no whatsoever pain. If anything, it had gone perfectly. Getting to the area in the storage to find the paint to be exactly where she had memorised it to be, leaving before the next guard on call came to her zone, getting out in the street, everything had gone too perfectly.

At the present time she still wished that this totally random girl, standing frozen in front of her as she was climbing out of the street's manhole, had not been there that day.

No matter how you looked at the situation, it had been rather obvious that the girl, climbing out of a manhole with a paint on her back, all the while you heard police cars' sirens blaring through the city, was a problematic individual.

The thief had thrown glances at her sides before jumping out, replacing the manhole cover correctly, and pulling forcefully the frozen girl with her, hugging her body with her own in order to hide in the shadow as the loud cars drove by. The dealer needed to get back on the move before long or both of the girl would be in serious danger. She had leaned forward to check if the street, which had been desert except for that girl, was back to its previous state.

Judging the situation back to green lights, the thief had pulled the other girl with her until they finally reached her hideout. The witness thrown on the sofa, the thief had gone to change her attire before going back to the girl. It had been then that the thief lost her perfect calm and poised composure.

She could still remember how that day, her mind had been screaming 'why her' again and again. She also remembered how she had pulled out a gun and pointed it in the girl's direction.

She remembered the look on the witness's face, every emotions she'd went through. Never would she allow herself to forgot that day.

That day when she had been forced by her own principle to point a gun at her very own best friend.

"Real fucking good." complained the girl one last time.

She had really wished to keep a good relationship with old best friend, her assistant. She was perfectly aware that the situation when they had both met that day, had not been the exact day she imagined to reunite with her best friend. The sole positive aspect that had came out of that encounter was that the thief had no more secrets to her best friend, well, assistant.

Still, the thief regretted her poorly chosen decision from that day. Had it been anyone else in the witness's stead, the thief would have erased their existence, showing no mercy. But her feelings had gotten the better of her and made her hesitant to press the trigger and had eventually spared her.

Looking back at the events from a different perspective, from the one she was in at that time, she understood that her decision had been a wise one. That damn assistant had proved to be absolutely right on the stupid trade. Sighing as she got in the hideout, she decided she would try to be a bit thankful to her assistant...

… who was sprawled on the sofa, in thin panties, her bare smooth legs over the armrest, her shirt pulled up to her breast line, her silky her all over the pillow while a music book was resting open on her face. Paying attention, she was even letting out tiny, adorable snores. Music sheets were sprawled on the ground.

It was at that precise sight that Oumae Kumiko's brain froze.

A/N: It's late, I should be sleeping, I have class early tomorrow but I was inspired. Good. Great.

I like the story really, I think about it a lot and I even write down my ideas in a notebook. I never do that, send help. I plan to adapt this story to the Negitoro fandom in the future if I ever finish this story... I hope I will. I wish you don't mine my grammar, it is messy by moments. (Did I mention that Negitoro stands for Hatsune Miku x Megurine Luka from the Vocaloids? Oh I just did.)

Also you probably noticed already but I only write short chapters, I admire those who write super long chapters... Thumb up to them, you're the best.
I wanted to say a lot more things, here but I forgot again, ah well...

Enjoy I guess! Oh and leave a review, they are always more than welcomed. :D