A/N: Shizuma Nakamura is my original character. R&R.
Chapter 4
Shizuma Nakamura ran a hand through her blonde hair as she looked at the document. The thirty-two year old woman looked like she was in her twenties. She aged gracefully, and looked fragile, almost doll-like. She closed her eyes, opened them again. She had an important document in her hands, and she did not know what to do with it. A battle of wills went on in her head. Should she turn this in to her boss and play the hero? Or should she use this to her own advantage.
She had been a cop for over seven years and had gotten nowhere by being good. The other cops were all corrupt. Most of them would bust drug dealers, only to sell the drugs themselves. But Shizuma had been the good cop. She did everything by the books. She always seemed to do what was right, and frankly, she got shit in return. Hell, she had even been demoted to desk duty for her successfully breaking into a splinter cell of a minor Yakuza sect. Not as big as the Akatsuki, but it was big enough to bring down a rival Yakuza. However, she had been demoted to desk duty for being too "reckless."
Now, she took her hands on a crucial bit of information and she knew that it would either make or break her. She opened the file with shaking hands, grey eyes darting around to make sure that she was alone. She was. No one else seemed to be in the precinct except her. That fact made her feel more confident and made her anger grow. It would also be the first time she had actually looked at the documents.
She looked down at the file, and what she read sent shivers up her spine. These men were not the typical Yakuza sect. They seemed to be a band of murderers, assassins. All the men in the files she had run through the system. Their records were rather horrific. Murder, terrorism, assassination, political fraud, drug trafficking, and even human trafficking. They seemed to have no limit on what they would do. And the leader, a man who called himself Pein, had not shown up in the system. Shizuma assumed he was going under a false name.
Her grey eyes widened as she exited out of the database, deleting her search quickly. No one had come in yet, so she figured she was safe. She looked around again, feeling a bit paranoid, as she stood up, putting the documents back in order and slipping them back into her laptop case. She put her hand to her lips, biting on her wrist gently in thought as she sat down again. What did all this mean?
Well, of course she knew it meant that if it got leaked out who everyone was, she would become a target. Hell, she was probably a target already. The blonde briefly considered witness protection, but then decided against it. They had no proof that she had taken the documents. For all they knew, another cop had confiscated it. Maybe Kuro did not know she had been the one to take the document. He seemed a bit on the slow side, if truth be told. Maybe he did not see her. If that was the case, then she was saved. If she was wrong, then she needed to take precautions.
With that thought floating through her brain, she stood up then. Her shift was over. She clocked out and rubbed her eyes, yawning as she did. She stretched, hearing her back crack slightly, releasing all the pent-up tension that she did not know had built up in her body. She took a deep breath, reached into the drawer of her desk and pulled out her gun. She slipped it in her leg holster and then grabbed her pocketknife and Mace. It had been a while since she felt the need to carry either, but she decided that until she knew what she was going to do, or what they would do, she should be on the safe side.
