Zoinks.

Chapter 4

Gears were shifted every five seconds, wheels turning left to right. It was like everyone in the entire city of Tokyo knew what was going to go on tonight. There were no cars in the streets, waiting for the blue light. None parked on the curbs. All shops and stores were closed and dark inside. The only sound heard was the engine of the silverette behind him and his own.

This was defiantly not a regular Wednesday.

Korosu turned his radio on, ignoring the high-speed chase going on behind him. Flipping to the A.M stations, he heard the expected news. "According to an officer near by, the mass murderer, Ansatsu Korosu, has been found and spotted in a chase by national detective Usami Akihiko."

Korosu smirked as he maneuvered his way around a speeding squad car heading towards him like it was road kill. 'Usami Akihiko, eh? He's an Usami. I wonder if he wants his daddy's paper's back. Too late.' He focused his attention back to the radio.

"The thing is, Ansatsu was just coming from the Usami Estate, robbing what was to be the Head Usami's new business relinquishment Will they get it back? This has been TNS news."

'Heh, probably not. How ironic this contradiction is. Stealing from an Usami, being hunted by an Usami. Small world, indeed.' He turned tof the radio, realizing how close the black sports car was getting. Korosu turned right to another empty city street and cursed. "Time to get rid of this asshole." Maybe if there was a little more traffic, he could lose the bastard. But no. Now that everybody knew the largest-known assassin in the world was racing around, the streets stayed abandoned.

So, instead of trying to get lost by the detective behind him, he decided to go to higher ground and fly. He knew the perfect place. Looking through his mirror, Korosu saw several squad cars catching up to him and the silverette. He pressed harder of the gas, looking at his mileage. He needed to find it soon. He was running out of gas.

The brunette took another right, turning into an abandoned car park. Only for a couple seconds was he not being followed until he spotted the flashing red lights again. After going up several flights of ramps, speeding 50 mph, Korosu drove to the roof. Going twice as fast, he sped towards the edge. 'Where the hell is this guy going?" Akihiko thought, ramming into Korosu's rear.* Korosu growled and flicked the silverette off, making the other man smirk. 'I'll take him up on that.'

Shifting gears again, Korosu got ready for his final destination. Hitting the gas as hard as his slim legs could get it, Korosu steered himself toward what looked like a cardboard ramp held up by several cement blocks and 2 by 4s. The green eyed assassin sped over the cardboard and 2 seconds later, he was in the air.

Akihiko's eyes widened, surprised that this is what the boy's plan was. The silverette fastened his seat belt* and prepared for what was to come up next. As he lifted off the ground, he spotted Korosu's silver end. He pushed on the gas, rolling his eyes as he realized his wheels weren't touching anything solid anymore.

Meanwhile, Fujihara was practically jumping in his car seat as he swirled up the ramps to the rood. 'He has no where to go! We'll finally get him.

The thing he didn't know was that he was really far behind and Korosu wasn't even on the same road as his anymore.

Back to Korosu, as quickly as he got up there, Korosu was going right back down. The bad part about this was that right beside our favorite and beloved car park was a very narrow, very tight squeeze of an alley that only the most perfect of turns could possible get through. So Korosu didn't worry. He was perfect at everything. Except English. And math. Oh, how he sucked at math. But he could do this!

Forcing his weight (which was not much) to the left and turned the wheels, preparing to land. About 41 degrees later, Korosu was perfectly aligned with the alley. He let out a breath he didn't realized he was holding with relief until he noticed the still reoccurring problem behind him.

Akihiko was on his ass again. (Oh, my.) Okay, he was getting sick of this damned rabbit asshole. He didn't even look like a cop. Who the hell was this guy and why could he not get away from him? No matter what, Korosu will not be caught by some old man. Wheels all the way on the asphalt, the brunette pressed on

the gas, not wasting any more time today. It has been to close of a call.

Although, another obstacle arose. Apparently, this alley was a one way rode. In front of Korosu was the sigh of a brick wall. The boy growled lowly, getting quite pissed off at all the distractions getting in his way. Unfortunately, him being an infamous world wide assassin, he probably was sily for thinking he could catch a break.

The wall was soon being breathed on by Korosu's motor. He sat in front of it, Akihiko mostly a minute behind. It was only a matter of time now. He grabbed the steering wheel tightly. No. No, he wasn't giving up that easily.

Akihiko's POV

He thought he was smart, a trickster. He thought he could get rid of the Great Lord Usami Akihiko. Ha! No one could. Ansatsu Korosu was a child. Very foolish children to think he could out run him. The Usami wasn't the type to not give credit when somebody deserved it, though. He was impressed to see how far he's gotten. But it's not like he was hired for just any body. Never the less, he was caught now to be thrown in jail or death. At least, not before he's had a little fun.

Akihiko slowed down, closing in to the sight of the assassins silver GT. The Usami smirked as he opened his car door, filling it with cool night air. The GT still ran, engine a smooth rumble. He closed his car door with a loud slam, letting his pray knew he was here. The silverette strolled casually towards the front of the car, ready to capture the boy. Akihiko bends down by the driver's seat window, his smirk dying. On the window was a taped note on a scrap piece of paper. The note was on the inside, but it was locked. He looked at the window and looked at the note. It read:

'Usami Akihiko (and other worthless pieces of shit)

It's quite funny how you all assumed I'd suddenly be weaker tonight. I've been at this for 7 long year, you'd think it's stop just like that from a merely chase, especially by some measly detective that's said to be the best? I'm the best, no one else. Remember who I am. For you, Usami Akihiko, it was fun. You've pissed me off severely a couple times, but it was still better than what those jokes that you call police bring to me. But, never the less, your skills were not good enough. You are no match for me. Maybe next time. Tell your father I said "Hello."

A.K-

P.S- The doors are locked on the car. I suggest you not try to open them. That's breaking and entering. If you choose to, please enjoy the show. I'm sure it will be a blast.'

Akihiko growled, angered by the brat. Just then, the car died, the engine cutting off.