CHAPTER 2:
The boy stared at me for a moment, his crimson eyes gleaming in slight surprise and then he smirked as if he understood. What the hell?
"Are you just going to stand there, Polka?" he spat.
I cocked a brow, wondering where he got 'Polka' from. I was wearing entirely black, after all.
As if he read my mind, he moved his eyes over to my chest. I cautiously followed his gaze, praying that this wasn't some kind of trick. After fully tilting my head down, I quickly glanced at my chest and back up at him. However, with a gasp, I realized what was polka-dotted: my bra.
I quickly pulled my shirt up and yelled furiously, "You damned pervert!"
He flinched, softly 'tch'ing in irk. Then, he sighed and ended his phone call. "If you're looking for the thief's hiding place, buzz off. He's my mission."
For a minute, I just stared at him, not registering what he had said. Then, once I finally had, I narrowed my eyes. No one had ever told me anything like this before. Not only was I shocked, but wary too.
I kept my face neutral and poked him threateningly in the head with my gun. "Who do you work for?"
He just stared at me as if he were looking at an idiot. I knew it was a long-shot to get him to tell me, but I wouldn't give my mission to someone from an enemy organization.
"What are you going to do with him?" I asked.
"Find out his hide-out."
I grinded down on my teeth to prevent myself from causing trouble. "What will you do with that information?"
He gruffly snorted, but complied with my question. "Tell it to my superiors. They'll probably kill order me to kill him after."
"Without-?"
"Yes," he said, his brows twitching. "Without gaining data."
I indecisively bit my lip. To trust him, or to not trust him? I wasn't technically supposed to trust anyone; but the way he had his arms crossed and his face scrunched up in discontent somehow convinced me into thinking that he was telling the truth. All he seemed to want to do was get this mission done and over with.
Even so, I was a spy and so was he. This was a business where you too extra precautions.
"I'm not leaving you to deal with this alone," I concluded.
He whirled on me, grabbing the shaft of my gun and pulling me closer to him. I pulled the trigger and the bullet whizzed just past his ear. He stumbled back, holding his ear as they rang from the sound. I pulled my arm back and roughly punched him in the stomach. He tried to maneuver away but I caught him and he doubled over in pain.
Bringing my lips near his able ear, I whispered seductively, "This is my mission."
Then, I gave him a sadistic wink and lightly crept up the stairs around the corner. There wasn't a single sound coming from within the mansion. I continued trying to find a lead to where this thief was and eventually found it: the bone-rattling sound of metal being clashed upon metal.
It was coming from the doorway that led to the basement. I silently creaked open the door and peered within the room only to find it a regular, quant library. However, the irritable sound continued resonating throughout the area but louder.
I pressed my ear against the walls and walked around the perimeter until I found where the sound was loudest. Then, I pulled back and searched for some hint of a secret entrance. I noticed how the shelves were covered in dust except for in a single spot where a book was.
"Seriously, this man is a complete idiot," I muttered beneath my breath as I reached for the book that was a secret lever.
"Not as much as you."
I spun around and dodged a blow meant for my shoulder and rolled to the ground and away from the crimson-eyed boy. He wasn't the same, in the corridor the lighting made him look like a monster with red glowing eyes narrowed into slits. Instead of feeling mesmerized by the gleam in his eyes, I almost flinched in trepidation.
"I applaud you for your stamina and defense," I said lowly with venom in my voice.
He didn't bother responding, instead lunging for me carelessly. I easily stepped to the side and caught his back between my elbow and knee.
"And here I thought you'd be a decent opponent." I sighed as he fell to the ground, coughing and gasping pathetically for air. "You're sloppy."
Suddenly, that infamous smirk of his reappeared. I jumped back as he lashed out expertly for my arm. I managed to escape from his grasp, but I soon realized that was his intention. He swung his leg around and caught my feet. I collapsed onto the ground. Through the curtain of my auburn bangs I could see him beginning to stalk towards me.
A plan formulated in my mind. I waited until he was a few feet away and then I used my hands to push myself over my body, completely a back walk-over and catching his chin with the heel of my foot.
He grunted and I heard him stumble back but not fall. As soon as I had found my footing he was on me, throwing punch and combo after kick and twist. I quickly discovered his routine and managed to land a deadly strike to his chest. He lost his breath and I took that time to grab the glue on the desk to my right and sprint to the book that acted as a lever. Within five seconds, I had glued to the book in place, not allowing entrance or exit.
I turned and kicked the boy in the face causing him to collapse to the ground. "You're good; trying to fake me into thinking you had a routine so I'd get cocky. The only error was that you kept your routine too long. I found it out and dealt with you before you could even think about switching."
He tried to bounce to his feet but I held him down.
Using the earpiece in my ear, I contacted Alice. "He's locked inside."
The other side crackled in silence for a moment before she spoke. "The police are on their way to capture him."
"Okay," I answered. "Tell them to look for the glued book in the library."
"Your parents are waiting."
I laughed lightly. "I'll be home in a bit."
"Mikan," she called as I began to end the call. "Did anyone interfere?"
I was silent, looking down at the boy who was withering beneath me, his eyes blazing in enmity.
"Eliminate him."
The call went dead and I flinched.
For a minute, I remained still over him.
"What's your name?" I asked in a detached manner.
He began to spit some nasty words at me but I twisted his arm back and began to slowly tear the muscles in his shoulder. He opened his mouth to yell but quickly shut it and clenched his eyes.
"Listen," I said in the same manner. "You have two options: be killed by me here and now or tell me your name.
He was silent for a long time. I pulled harder, inwardly flinching at the sound of his muscles tearing.
"Natsume Hyugga," he growled. "My name is Natsume Hyuuga."
I got off him and ran to the door, only turning around to tell the poor lad, "Well Natsume Hyuuga, I hope we never meet again."
He glared at me from his spot on the floor, holding his arm. "The feeling's mutual."
With that, I left for home. I was home within minutes. After opening the door, I rushed to my room taking care that my parents didn't hear me. I got inside my room and took a shower, sliding into my tank top and track pants after. I then slipped into my comfy bed and fell asleep thinking of the boy who I had not only tortured but humiliated. I hated my job.
Next morning at five AM I woke up to my mom dragging me out of bed and pushing me into the tub. After yelling at her for getting my clothes wet and pushing her out of the bathroom door, I proceeded to quickly take a shower. When I got out I saw her laying out an outfit.
"Mom? Why do I have to get up this early on a Saturday?" I asked grumpily.
"You're meeting the new spies," she said cheerily with a clap of her hands.
I nodded after remembering what Dad had said. "But why at five in the morning?" I whined
She sent me her warning gaze. "Because they just came from Hokkaido," she answered. Then she sat on my bed, looking out the window as I changed. "Tell me, how did the mission go?"
I bit my lip nervously. Mom was renowned as Japan's best spy and she never left a mission undone. I had left my mission to the cops and I knew she would be disappointed.
"It went great!" I lied.
I smiled at myself in the reflection, laughing lightly as Mom pulled on my curls and made an envious face. She had wavy hair and despised it ever so. I sat down and my father walked in.
"Mikan, I think you'll be glad to see these people," he said.
"I better be if it means waking up at five in the morning for them," I mumbled.
He just smiled his all-knowing smile and I groaned as the five figures walked in. My eyes widened in shock. It was them…they were here!
