Author's Note:I just had to bring in some violence, after that fluffy chapter with BeckettxRika. There had to be some manliness in this story! Haha, and also I wanted to introduce another character that will have a little bit of an impact in this story. Who knows, you might see him in Semper Fidelis as well. Just a little food for thought. Also, this is a prequel! It won't be just the Marines and SAT's involvement, the main villains, and etc's experiences before the outbreak. Hell even Takashi's life will be in here too! It's a neat idea I just came up! Check it out yourself and read this thingamajic! xDDD, enjoy!

Chapter III: "Deniable Ops"
Agent Frank Hudson
Special Activities Division/Special Operations Group (SAD/SOG)
May 14, 2010
Osaka, Japan

The skies were getting darker as the sun starts to set; the land of the rising sun was beginning to settle down. Streets were beginning to clear up, the congested civilians kept to themselves as they walked down the streets of Osaka. But the more quieter areas of the city that lead to the suburban parts where instead of big buildings and bright lights were nice little homes and a couple of apartment buildings a couple of blocks down. But deeper than that was a little lumber yard disposal warehouse, deep in the boonies. In front of the warehouse was an Aston Martin DBS V12, a European model of a high performance sports car. The color of the car could be described as a graphite gray with a blue tint. The rims of the car shared the same qualities as well; it was just one magnificent looking car. The body inside of the car sitting at the driver's seat watching the warehouse from the outside was none other than Colonel Shusuke Tachibana of the Yukoku Doshikai.

He sat there with his cellphone in his ear and his eyes glued to the window. His black slacks were creased and his turtleneck sweater's sleeves were rolled all the way up to the top of his forearms. His trenchcoat and his sword lay in the middle of the convertible, covering the clutch of the car. Replacing such close-quarter weaponry and concealment was a black shoulder holster with a pistol lying in wait to be used. From what he was hearing on the phone, Shusuke was contemplating on using it on his men who were taking care of business. But he couldn't do that, since they did such a good job moving all of their materials out of that hideout to a new one, he couldn't kill them for no reason after doing such a good job. At least they were able to cover their own tracks to that extent, a new Ultranationalist regime isn't going to build or fund itself.

The Black Lotus needed to be completed. For the past couple of weeks after returning from his trip to Yemen and getting himself acquainted with the Taliban operative Farzad Sajadi and his other friends, he now had what he needed to act upon creating his own little sect. Before it was just a dream, having to live under the great Souichiro Tagaki's shadow and what not but now he can make that dream a reality. It was time to take action in making this become reality. Ever since he returned from Yemen, he gathered some Ultranationalists from the Yukoku Doshikai who were easy enough to sway and the hardcore ones who needed a little bit more persuasive measures of manipulation. Nothing too hard that the Consigliere couldn't handle.

Once he obtained the amount of men he needed, he began to dive into the world of organized crime in his own way. Far different then the ways the elder Tagaki would do so, he pushed all sorts of drugs into the underworld. He allowed the Black Lotus to intervene in some of the Yakuza's and other criminal organizations beef's as long as their identity remains anonymous, it wasn't time for that yet. It wasn't that Tachibana was worried about the police, no he could care less. He himself was covered thanks to his past with joining the police department's best of the best, the Special Assault Team. With his past in the SAT, his tracks can be covered since all records of this man even existing would be deleted and no one can search for him. Deciding he liked his life of crime better and had bigger things in life planned out, he quit the police force and went back to the Yukoku Doshikai.

But even so, they still couldn't afford to get caught now. If word gets out that there is a new group of kids on the block, it would be long till Tagaki connect the dots and find out it was Shusuke. Death is the punishment for treason, and it's not his time to die yet. Especially if he didn't even get his true plans into motion yet.

"What do you mean he knows?" Shusuke asked, his leather gloved hand grasping the phone in his hand tightly. Feeling his time would be already up. The voice on the other end whispered into the receiver with a tone of hatred in his voice.

"We have a rat. It was Hoshi…he ratted you out with your involvement in the Yakuza deal. Things began to heat up with him finding out when you've been selling our coke to the Yakuza for less and even jumping into their latest brawl. Hoshi even said that you told the Yakuza about us which is a outright lie, he tried to do that so he can save his own ass. I think he even told little tidbits about the meet in four days…"

"Once I get my hands on him, I'll skin him with a rusty scalpel…"

"No need for that one, sir. He already got whacked; they're cleaning his body up before Saya-sama gets home. She stayed at library with that Takashi kid late studying for some test or something. She's due to come home in thirty minutes." The informant said as he himself leaned against the end of the hallway, looking out to the corner of his eye see some of the men who are loyal to Souichiro roll up Hoshi's body in a carpet. He felt himself want to puke as he witnessed one of them carry around Hoshi's severed head slung over his shoulder. "I suggest you hurry back here and try to plead your case."

Shusuke cringed and sighed, "Got it. Stay sharp, Watari-san…" He hung up the phone and threw it on the passenger seat and took one last look at the warehouse.

That lumber yard housed his men that were finishing their task in moving all the remaining intelligence about their black market deal that's set for four days from now. Every terror head from the Middle East whether it is Al-Qaeda, Taliban, and some Palestinian cells who love to terrorize Israelis. Everybody is coming down to Japan to buy themselves a strange B.O.W. that is set to give off some devastating results, a perfect way to keep the tree of liberty fresh with the blood of patriots and tyrants. Patriots like any Western military and civilization and Tyrants like Souichiro Tagaki who deserve to die. It was about time to lead the world into a new path. But was his time up before he even gets a chance?

Shaking his head he inserted the keys into the ignition, letting the car purr into his ears. He then pushed all of his junk to the seat next to him so he can shift his gears and take off. Shusuke didn't get even four blocks away from the warehouse before his cellphone rang again. Stopping he'd pick up his phone and tap his fingers on the steering wheel.

"Moshi moshi." He answered but the holder of the other line wasn't someone he was expecting to hear from.

"Tachibana, they're onto us." It was Farzad Sajadi, the Taliban operative he works hand in hand with. "We need to talk, meet me by the lumber yard. I just saw you pull out a couple of seconds ago."

"First of all, I already know that my little Uyoku dantai is onto me. My informant just notified me that I've been ratted out and I'm next on the chopping block. Second of all, are you stalking me? How did you know that I just drove away?" He asked, trying to lighten the mood. It's not every day where you might get killed and you know who you're would be killer is.

"No. I'm not talking about your group. I'm talking about the CIA. I'll say this one more time. They. Are. Onto. You. We need to meet right now, there is a chance that we can still attend that black market meet and get business done but unless we find out what we can do about this."

Shusuke instead of freezing and becoming scared about not only his own group might kill him, or that the CIA was trying to catch and kill him. For some reason, he stopped being afraid. Indifference became a new trait now that filled his being, nodding he turned around and began driving back. "A couple of spooks huh? Be sure to tell me more when I get there."

"On second thought, meet me around the pier. It isn't too far away from the Lumber Yard so we can return there if the situation calls for it. I'll be there in five minutes." Sajadi said now hanging up and making his way to the pier and leaving Shusuke to the task of now heading to the area where he was supposed to meet up. Could he have been spotted while he was in Yemen? Yemen is a hotspot for terrorism, but that couldn't have been it. Plus, there is no record of a Shusuke Tachibana even existing. So how could they be truly onto him? He needed to know so what better way than to find out from the source.

Now that Sajadi was off of the phone, he had to warn his men to start packing up and leave the compound. He called up Lyoto who was in charge of moving products over there and heard him pick up, not even giving him a chance to talk. "Times up. Start getting ready to leave, meet up at the Tagaki compound ASAP." He said hanging up and shifting his stick shift to 3rd gear, he'd accelerate and hurry up to meet with that Jihadist.


"Haha! So we're sitting with each other naked, and she's on my lap. I tell her let's just skip the foreplay already!" All the other goonies laughed along to Lyoto's bullshit, they were toting pistols and one guy carrying a shotgun. They now had finished moving everything that they needed to cover their tracks with their connections to their future black market meet-up. Everything was all good till Lyoto got a call, he looked at the caller ID already knowing who it was. He snapped his fingers and had everyone move about to quicken their pace so they didn't look like they goofed off and they can do some last minute checkups before they leave.

"Times up. Start getting ready to leave, meet up at the Tagaki compound ASAP." Shusuke said before hanging up. Lyoto closed his phone and held it in his hands for a good minute wondering why Shusuke sounded a little off.

It was only a couple of seconds before he felt someone grab him from behind and pull his head back, the next thing he felt was the searing feeling of flesh being torn from his neck. A fountain of blood squirted from his neck before he fell to the floor dead. All the men in the Lumber Yard turned around to see a white male with sunglasses and the bloody murder weapon, a SOG knife. The man stood before them at black haired 6'3", donning a simple pair of black slacks and a white dress shirt with a black holster with a pair of .45s and three grenades resting there. That shirt was white till multiple splatters of Lyoto's blood now was all over it, his tie was loosened and his SOG knife dripped of the blood of the Ultranationalist that now lied dead on his feet. If the CIA is onto you, pray that they don't send men from the SAD. But more so pray that they don't send a man that the SAD/SOG call "Jack the Ripper", in other words pray that they don't send Agent Jack Hudson to take you out.

His men stared at him in shock for a second before realizing what just happened, how did he get in? Who was he? How did he not get spotted by the surveillance cameras? All those questions swarmed through the minds of the Ultranationalists as Hudson was already onto the next victim. Rushing up to the man on his left he kicked him straight in his diaphragm causing him to fall on his face, but the second his face hit the floor the man with the shades already put a bullet in the back of his head with the Ultranationalist's own gun and dropping it right next to him.

The next man who was in front of him ran up and tried to shoot him in the head at close range, but Hudson was too quick for him. Grabbing his arm he swung him to the side and knocked him on the temple with the handle of his blade, now that he was stunned he twisted his arm and put him in a headlock and proceed to stab him in the center of his chest. Finished with him, the American tossed him down to the ground and grabbed the pistol that he tried to shoot him with. As he snatched it from the dead man's hands, they opened fire on them. Terrified Ultranationalist deemed their rounds to be inaccurate as they couldn't shoot straight in trying to comprehend that this was really happening. One 9mm round zipped past his head which caused Hudson to whip his head back at them glaring at the person who shot at him behind those blackened shades.

Standing up he'd get in his modified weaver stance and start marking his targets, it almost seemed as if time slowed down around him. Hudson eyes weaved all around him but he stood like a rock for a millisecond, he counted five hostiles. Two on his 12, one at his 9, and one at his 3 'o clock. In swiftness and surgical precision, he shot down his marked targets with extreme prejudice. Shooting one of them in front of him down, with a bullet between his eyes. Taking down the next one on his left side, with a quick turn of his heel to turn his body to the left and take him down with three shots, two in the chest and one in the head. The one on his right side, he whipped his arm out using only one hand now shooting that one in the diaphragm. Now that he took out his targets of interest he left the one that he took out first who didn't get shot for his pleasure.

"Next." He muttered as he approached him, the redhead Japanese male terrified broke out two shots at the agent but they past by his head and even so he still kept marching towards him. Dropping the pistol, the redhead tried to throw a punch but it didn't even get as close to Hudson's unshaved five 'o clock shadow as he just knocked him on the head and grabbed him. Holding him close he used him as a human shield, whispering the words in Japanese to him so he can understand him better. "You move you die."

Now that he had himself a hostage, Hudson had more freedom to move around. The fellow Ultranationalists started shooting at him trying to hit him, not their friend but because of that fear that those men held, that inability to do whatever the cost to get the job done. That is why they all die tonight. With their rounds missing their target, Hudson unloaded his own barrage of 9mm downrange at them. Seeing their bodies fall behind him, the redhead couldn't take it anymore; he had fight back while there was still some honor left in his being. He struggled and squirmed in Hudson's grip and upon breaking out of it; he tried to snatch the CIA agent's pistol out of his hands.

As noble as that was he violated the mutual agreement that he established between the redhead Japanese Ultranationalist and the CIA agent. You move you die. So now he dies, breaking out of his attempt to steal this already stolen gun out of his hands he pistol whipped him, unsheathed his bloody SOG knife once again and stabbed it into his throat cavity. As he dug his untraceable SOG blade into his throat, listening to all of the sounds a neck's organs make when metal comes into contact he looked over at the two men running to him. One of them holding a shotgun for that instance, sucking his teeth that he has to interrupt his fun he retracted his knife from the man's throat and tossed his lifeless body towards them. They fell down toppling over like a pair of bowling pins.

Now sticking the handle of his knife to his pistol so he don't have to sheathe it again and if need be he'll just use it again he shot the other man who went down with him in the head before making his way up the stairs where another round zipped by his head again, this time a bit closer grazing his cheek. Hudson's features cringed and he instantly grabbed his cheek with his left hand that held his knife and rubbed the wound that now started to bleed out. It was just a flesh wound but it still hurt, but not enough to stop his massacre. Maybe it was the adrenaline?

"Bastards…" Hudson screamed out. He didn't know but now that his blood was shed on in this warehouse, they were all going to die now. Sucking his teeth and growling under his breath he pressed his body against the wall of the stairway as more handgun rounds passed by him, he'd stable himself up and start shooting off at them but they missed as the perpetrator of grazed cheek with some good cover fire from two Ultranationalists holding an Uzi and another handgun, the grazed cheek perp was able to run into the manager's office while even getting Hudson to get into cover too.

He took cover by ducking into the railing and heard the sounds of bullets bouncing off the metal rail, he popped up out of cover and took aim and fired at the Uzi wielding Ultranationalist. He went down like a sack of potatoes and Hudson now had to move fast, he ran up the stairway dodging incoming fire from the pistol wielding man who now had him pinned against the only cover left next to the manager's office door. Hudson pressed himself against the wall and tossed the Ultranationalist's pistol he's been using the entire time since it was now empty. Seeing that he tossed the gun away while he was in cover, the Ultranationalist tried to take some potshots at him but they bounced from the edge of the pillar on the top of the stairway.

"Jack! Jack, do you copy?" sparked the radio on the back of his pants. Hudson cursed at his partner Wheeler who tried to get his attention at the worst of times. Snatching his own USP .45 and his radio he pressed the talk button while poking in and out of cover to try to get a suppressive shot at the Ultranationalist so he could stay in cover. Hudson didn't like to get pinned down and to be talking on the radio while getting pinned down.

"I'm a little busy right now, Wheeler!" He screamed over the sounds of pistol rounds zipping past his cover. Hudson turned his radio off and clipped it back to the back of his pants. Breaking out from cover he tried to engage him more closely but the guy shot Hudson in the chest which pushed him back all the way to wall. The Ultranationalist thought he had him when he saw the hole he left in his bloody white shirt was not the American's blood or even his own skin, but a bulletproof vest, his skin turned pale for a second. It was only a second that was allowed because after getting pushed back to the wall from the inferior stopping power of a 9mm round he lifted his USP and fired a round into the Ultranationalist chest putting him down. Try a .45 caliber round for better stopping power next time, well there won't be a next time for him, he thought.

Looking over his shoulder at the manager's office that had a little window on the door, he tried to see if the guy was still in there that ran in earlier after grazing his cheek. The smart thing would have been to run away and give Jack the Ripper chase, but he stayed in there trying to surprise him and shoot at the slightest image of him from the manager's office door window. Hudson pulled his head back from the window and planted his body against the side of the door; looking at his grenades resting on his holster he had a sinister idea. He grabbed it from his holster and pulled the pin, holding onto it for two seconds letting it cook in his hand. Hudson tossed it into the manager's office and covered his ears for the inevitable. A large explosion muffled the sounds of the screams of the man who actually almost lived to say he grazed the cheek of Jack the Ripper. Now that the deed was done he leaped from the top railing down to the lower deck and was on his way to the desk that held all of Yukoku Doshikai's documents of their latest findings. But shotgun rounds were now more prominent. Buckshot was flying all over the place after he landed trying to hit the agent.

'How can I be so stupid and not kill him instead of that other guy! Shit!' Hudson thought as he took cover behind a box that was rather close to the shotgun wielding Ultranationalist. It was only momentary so he can holster his pistol and his knife back and find a way to get to him, two seconds of thinking was allowed since the Ultranationalist crept up to him and try to get the jump on the CIA agent. Reaction time was key, he sprung up, grabbed the barrel of the shotgun and pointed it the other way with so much force that the man wielding it stumbled around a bit. It gave him enough time to punch him in the face and swing his stunned body around, snatching his shotgun away from him and blowing his life away with it. A solid buckshot from Hudson was all that was needed to bury him to the ground; he cocked it back letting the expired shell fall to the ground next to its user.

Seeing that everyone was dead, no need to hold it no longer. He tossed the shotgun down next to its dead user and walked over to the desk where the documents lay in waiting for him.

Hudson pushed documents aside and picked one up and read it. "Completed moving all products to warehouse bravo. Standby for further instructions?" Fuck. He thought as he grabbed whatever he can get and folded it into his pockets. It was time to cover his tracks. He grabbed two of them, pulling their rings back and tossed them all over the place. Five seconds later they blew up around canisters and erupted half of this place in separate flames but that wasn't enough, Hudson then grabbed the bottle that read flammable on it and poured it all over the desk and tossed it towards the back of the warehouse. Pulling out two miniature flares from his waist pack, he lit them up tossing one of them over to where the bottle was and then dropping one on the desk. The Agent watched as the table and the entire facility lit up in flames.

"It's time to go." He said to himself as he turned the other way and broke out in a dash out of the building, sprinting as fast as he could out of the building that was burning down behind him and across the street. Disappearing into the forest near the Lumber Yard he was gone as quick as he came.


"Alright, so let me get this straight. Our meeting in Yemen was tracked by the CIA?" Asked a confused Shusuke as he stood on the edge of the pier. Sajadi who was in more civilian attire but still held his weaponry dear to him.

The Taliban operative had a pair of dark gray jeans and a silk black dress shirt, and of course he still donned his white keffiyeh scarf around his neck. He didn't look dressed for combat at all but he still had the same weapons he always used since his great battles in Marjah. The same AK-47 slung around his shoulders and his bolt action Lee Enfield in his hands. The Jihadist looked at Shusuke who may have appeared confused but he himself was a little put back about his indifference about an American Agency who are capable of making people disappear is now on his case.

"That is correct. If you want some more food for thought, just ten minutes after we left to go discuss our own little meeting here in Japan, the meet was bombed by an American UAV." Reported Sajadi, Shusuke nodded and walked back to one of the wooden poles and leaned his back against it.

"I see. But does the CIA know about us? You know…know about you being here at least?"

"Yes they do. My name is very familiar among the intelligence community, they have all of my aliases on record and one of them rang a bell. They know I'm here but they don't know about you. If they knew about you…well you wouldn't be standing here. I on the other hand, am pretty lucky that I haven't run out of any of my tricks yet." Sajadi grinned, inwardly loving the feeling that he can still evade such prestigious organizations such as the CIA just as well as Osama Bin Laden. Except Bin Laden did it in his home country and other Middle Eastern countries of responsibility, Farzad Sajadi is doing it world-wide.

"But you said that they are on to me? That doesn't make sense." Now asked Shusuke who kicked himself off of the pole he once leaned on.

"Well they aren't after you, a tip from an anonymous infidel gave it away saying an individual from the Yukoku Doshikai was in Yemen. Whoever who ratted you out didn't give much info about it besides where the meet was, and well…they found it, blew it up, and didn't recover any bodies matching my men, myself, or a Japanese male. They guessed Japanese because once they looked up the Ultranationalist party and they only found men and women of Japanese descent. So it could be anyone, who knows. Oh right! There was only one Japanese man at that meeting, and he's standing right in front of me. But your little secret revolutionary group knows about your visit to Yemen. So do the math, my friend. They are onto you without literally being onto you and you might have yourself a rat among men."

Now Shusuke had to think, looking down at his polished shoes he rubbed his chin and thought hard. During that time he only told two people he could trust in the Black Louts that he went out to Yemen. Watari Watanabe and Hoshi Hikari. According to Watari, Hoshi already rat him out to Souichiro about him planning a revolution, about his little deals and friendly visits with the Yakuza, and other things. But there was nothing he could do about Hoshi's dishonorable acts, he was already killed by Tagaki for such acts against the Yukoku Doshikai. But what can stop him from telling others about Shusuke's acts against the world even? Who can stop Hoshi from telling America about a new threat to their ways of life besides what the Taliban already have done with their current war on terrorism?

"Well the rat is taken care of, not by my hand though. I wish I got the chance to do so though…" Shusuke looked up from his thinking pose and smirked. "I'll be sure to take my anger out on the CIA bastard who tries to get in the way of our plans."

Sajadi smiled and bowed down to Shusuke. "I believe you probably would. But one thing though," He said rising from his respectful stance. "We might have some intruders who actually evaded my crosshairs…"

"What?" Shusuke now looking a little shocked for once.

"I was pulling some guard duty, watching the Lumber Yard from afar. My prayers with Allah gave me a little hint stating that I wasn't the only man in the forest. I caught sight of two men. I tried to give chase but they were good…real good…" Sajadi tightened the hold he had on his rifle as he felt his own ego drop saying all of this; nobody ever escapes his crosshairs till tonight. "I caught them entering the back of the facility. That's when I decided to call you; it must have been the CIA. Instead of just going to engage them myself, I came here to tell you in person."

Shusuke said nothing as he turned and looked at the docks of the pier, watching the ducks float in the water with their little ducklings. But Sajadi came to his side and whispered to him. "Your men might be already dead."

"I see," Shusuke shrugged it off and looked at him with the creepiest smile in the Jihadist's life. His eyes were closed and his grin as wide as ever. "Such as the way of life."

This is where Sajadi had a little problem. "But Tachibana, these men died for you."

"They died for their country; they died for the future of Japan. They died for the Black Lotus! Not for me, Sajadi. But you of all people shouldn't be judging me…" Shusuke said as he turned his head back to the waters. "You, you Taliban fanatics, and all those tribal leaders all believe in the same thing."

"Yes we do. But with Allah, if we die for him, we are granted eternal life and entrance into paradise! These men are granted nothing."

"Please, don't preach to me with your religious babbling. You all die for pussy with your talks of 74 virgins and milk and honey. You are the same as me."

Farzad stepped into Shusuke's face and looked him dead in the eye. "Do not talk about Islam like that…"

"Or what?" Shusuke said not backing down, the Jihadist narrowed his eyes and raised the barrel of his Lee Enfield to the Ultranationalist without any remorse in his features.

"The Quran says…if anyone talks about Mohammad or anything of Islam and its beliefs. You should terrorize him…and kill him in the name of Allah. Allah is telling me to kill you, Shusuke Tachibana."

Without Sajadi noticing, Tachibana was able to unsheathe his chokuto and press the tip of his blade against the Jihadist's neck. Sajadi looked down at the blade and then looked back up at Shusuke's eyes, they looked as dark as he imagined they'd be. The eyes of a devil. The defender of Allah didn't falter as he stood and kept the barrel of his Lee Enfield against Shusuke's neck.

"Really? Is that so?" Shusuke smiled darkly as he whispered down to him, "Understand this. You are just as expendable as those men inside of warehouse alpha. In my culture, it's all about honor and those who bare strength. The weak shall die, while the strong will persevere through anything. Tagaki-sama taught me that…"

"I'm expendable? You need me, you know that." Farzad said as he grinded his barrel against Shusuke's neck. Shusuke in response raised his blade upwards gently, piercing his neck a little. The sight of Afghani blood running down his blade put a smile on his face.

Farzad bit down on his lip and grunted from the Ultranationalist pricking him with his sword, but he still didn't falter in his stance. Shusuke liked this as he lowered his sword from his neck, putting this Mexican standoff at a halt.

"You're right, you are absolutely right. I do need you, you are strong Farzad. You are fit for the new world that we are going to create. Now than...shall we?" He said as he turned around and walked towards his car whilst sheathing his sword back, leaving Sajadi there dumbfounded. "Or do you still want to kill me in the name of your God?"

"Hmph, I suppose I could let you slide...just this one time. Allah would understand." He said shouldering his bolt-action rifle, with a grin he shrugged his other shoulder and rubbed his trimmed chin hair. "I mean...it would be a shame if I killed you without you knowing how your men died."

That's when Shusuke stopped in his steps and looked over his shoulder, the collar of his trenchcoat blocked the lower half of his face as he spoke. "What was that?"

"Your men. Don't you want to know how they died?" Sajadi said as he walked up behind him, slowly as he crept up over his other shoulder. "I'm sure someone as you would want to take vengeance against the people responsible for your people's lives being taken so quickly."

Shusuke sighed and closed his eyes. "And how are you going to do that?" He paused as he turned around to face the Afghan and chuckle lightly. "Conjure up some magical Arabian spell and howl at the moon or something?"

Sajadi laughed and walked past him, sitting himself on Shusuke's prized car he laid his rifle on his lap and clapped his hands. "I planted a spy cam in the warehouse. I told you I had a feeling that something was going to go down, courtesy to Allah of course, so I took precautions and planted a spy cam disguised as a teddy bear. With this intelligence we can find out who killed your men, what kind of force we are dealing with, and how we can plan his demise."

Shusuke looked over at him and just shook his head. Walking to the driver's seat he'd pull the car door and looked at him once more. "Sounds like a plan."

Getting in the car he'd take off his trenchcoat and undo the straps holding his sword to the back of his waist and put it next to him as he started up the engine. Once Sajadi got inside and sat on the passenger seat he gave him a weird look that even the Jihadist got confused.

"What?"

"Why did you disguised it as a teddy bear?"

He shrugged and laid himself back. "I was bored."

Shaking his head he drove off into the distance.


Takashi Komuro laid his head in a textbook as he napped his pains away. He had a idiotic test coming up, he was failing some of his classes due to cutting and just being unmotivated, and his best friend is going out with the girl of his dreams. In other words, his life sucked. As his spiky locks danced in the tiny breeze that came with sitting next to the window in the Tokonosu public library he had to debate to himself inwardly, was it the late afternoon breeze that slowly caused him to stir himself awake or was it the dropping of probably four other textbooks down to the table courtesy to Saya Tagaki right in front of him.

"Hey! Quit sleeping you idiot!" She screamed out as she pounded her fists into the table, so hard that the iced mocha latte that the two shared almost toppled over. Some people who were studying looked over their shoulders at the two and rolled their eyes while others stared.

"Oi, oi...calm down it's a library. You gotta be quiet, y'know?" Takashi murrmured as she settled himself in a comfortable position with his chin on top of his crossed forearns.

The pinkette glared at him then looked over her shoulder watching the others stare over at their table. She switched her eyes on him who just looked like he didn't give a fuck. Takashi Komuro; the guy who just didn't give a flying fuck if he passes or fails High School. Why of all people did she had to be blessed with taking care of her childhood friend? And did he had to be so cocky too? Bending over she whispered down to him, speaking up in an audible level where he can hear her.

"Calm down? How the fuck am I supposed to calm down when you should be studying? The only thing you seem to be catching up on is this catnap of yours."

"I was doing such a bang up job at it too till you had to give me such a bountiful early Christmas present." Takashi said raising himself up and picking up one of the textbooks and reading the cover. "Huh, Pre-cal and you. Merry Christmas to me."

"How do you expect to pass with that kind of attitude? Honestly Takashi. You make me so mad sometimes!" She said as she clutched her fists and stared down at him. Takashi in the other sense instead of looking up at her, he looked down her uniform blouse's cleavage. Saya's breasts were just hanging there, just having a good time. Nodding along to her scolding she still didn't notice that he was just staring at her cleavage.

"Uh-huh. Since when are you not mad?" His eyes went from Saya's cleavage to the couple by the bookshelves over a little distance from him and Saya. His little tiny smile turned into a look of indifference as he watched Hisashi Igo and Rei Miyamoto fool around in the library. His best friend and his other childhood friend who just so happens to be the love of his life now making out in secrecy. Takashi just zoned out of Saya's ranting of how she's such a genius and how he should be grateful that she took him to library out of her time, how she's late and everything now because of him.

He watched as Hisashi pick Rei up and put her against the bookcase and started to kiss her neck. Takashi can only imagine how soft her moans must have been since her mouth was open and her eyes were closed.

"We can't do this here, what if we get caught?" Rei whispered down to Hisashi.

"That's part of the fun..." Hisashi whispered as he slithered his hand up her skirt and rested his hand against her butt and kissed up her neck and nibbled on her ear a little bit. Rei had to cover her mouth while still holding onto him, she didn't want to moan too loud as he does what he wants with her.

Takashi just kept watching on, with jealousy and yearning. Saya snapped him out of his little fantasy world. "Hey, hey, hey! Come on we're going to go to Starbucks before you walk me home."

"Wait what? I'm walking you home?"

Saya looked at him as if he was stupid as she picked her books up and shoved them in her backpack, "Uhh, yeah! Because of this little study session, I'm late! I was supposed to be home by 4:00, it's almost 6PM now!" She finished as she took her glasses off and put them in her case. "Fuck I hate these things..."

She got him there, with a sigh he stood up from his seat and picked up his notebook and his backpack. "Alright, alright. Lets get that frappachino." Takashi said as he already started walking out the door, Saya ran up behind to follow.

x-Devil May Cry