Disclaimer: Haruka & Michiru belong to Naoko Takeuchi. Everything else belongs to me.

CH 7: True || Lies

The room was dark, cold, and damp; the only light fixture the room had was a single ceiling light hanging 8 feet off the ground, leaving partial areas of the room in secluded darkness. In the dead center of the room there stood a detached stainless steel chair. However on closer inspection, this was no ordinary chair; the chair had arm, leg, and neck restraints, with intentions of strapping down its occupant, refraining them moving or flailing about when being tortured.

'Who turned off the lights? Why can't I move my hands? Where am I?'

A sudden impact of a shove made her lose her footing; Haruka was expecting to fall flat on her ass when she felt the cool surface of a chair awaiting her arrival.

With her hands and legs still bound, Haruka was using all her energy trying to fight off her capturers by flailing left and right, not making their job any easier. 'If I'm going to go down, I'm going down with a God damn fight!' Haruka thought to herself.

Tired and weary of her childish antics, Spar delivered a powerful right jab to Haruka's left temple. "Settle down or next time I'll make sure it hurts even more!" Spar growled. Sitting Haruka down on the stainless steel chair, Spar proceeding to strap Haruka's arms and legs to the chair, leaving the neck restraint untouched; Spar wanted Haruka to have some form of mobility, give him an excuse to unleash more pain on the blond.

"Take it off" said Shinto.

On order, Spar proceeds to take off the black covering that was currently occupying Haruka's head; to deter her from obtaining any significant information: her whereabouts, their surroundings, the time of day. Shinto had ordered that Haruka be covered up the moment they left her apartment with 5 men towing her body into their loading van.

The moment Spar removed the covering from Haruka's head, she immediately inhaled a deep breath; the moment Haruka had awoken in the van with the covering over her head, she felt as if she would suffocate, despising the feeling of confinement, being trapped. After inhaling several deep breaths, Haruka slowly opened her eyes, the lighting in the room piercing her iris. Squinting and rapidly blinking a few times, her vision slowly adjusted to the dimness of the room. Once her vision returned to normal, the first thing that caught her eye was him! He was sitting no more than 3 feet from where Haruka was currently sitting, in his fold up chair, nicely pressed suit, with his legs crossed. He had a calm and appeasing demeanor, as if he invited Haruka here on her free will to catch up on old times…this action alone cause Haruka's rage to return and boil over.

"YOU! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU"

Attempting to lunge forward to pummel the man senseless, Haruka tugging roughly to free her arms and legs, but no matter how hard she tried, how many times she tried; her arms and legs still wouldn't budge. Haruka knew she was strapped down, she knew this was all futile, yet she tugged and pulled harder and harder every single time, wanting and aching to free herself from confinement.

"Uh ah. You're wasting your time. No matter how hard you try, no matter how hard to tug, you won't free yourself from it. So how about we both save ourselves some time and get right to it shall we?" Shinto asked in a calming tone of voice, his hands folded neatly over his crossed leg.

"Who are you?!" Haruka cried.

"Don't you recognize me Haruka? Hm… I apologize, where are my manners…" he asked mockingly. Shinto got up from his seat and walked over to where Haruka was currently bound, standing there looking down at Haruka, he outstretched his right hand in the form of a handshake, "…I'm your Uncle Shinto. Shinto Honet."

The moment the words reached her ear, Haruka's heart cease to beat, her blood frozen, the colour drained from her face, her stomach content seeking escape from her lips. 'This monster is my blood uncle?' Haruka asked herself, eyes wide, brows raised. "NO!" Shaking her head furiously in denial to what he was telling her. "NO! I'm an orphan! You're not my uncle! You're a monster! A MONSTER I WANT TO SEE BLEED!" Once again Haruka tugged at her arms and legs, trying to free herself, to teach him a lesson, that he shouldn't lie to people.

Withdrawing his handshake, Shinto stood full height in front of the thrashing blond. "You can deny it however long you want, but that won't change the fact that we're related Haruka Tenoh, or should I say Haruka Honet...That was your real surname, our family name, before your traitorous father decided otherwise. Not very original is it, spelling it backward..." Walking back to his seat, Shinto made a hand signal instructing Spar to proceed.

Walking over to one of the stainless steel tables in the room, Spar grabbed one of the many syringes laid out onto the table. Holding the syringe upside down and tapping it with his index finger, Spar walked over to where Haruka was sitting, syringe in hand.

A look of horror glazed over Haruka's face. "What is that?! GET AWAY FROM ME!" But it was too late, with amazing agility; Spar stabbed the syringe in one quick fluid motion into Haruka's right arm, injecting the entire content.

Haruka didn't know what the drug was, but whatever it was, it was cold. Haruka could feel the cold liquid pulsing through body, causing her mucles to shiver uncontrollably. Satisfied with himself, Spar tossed the syringe aside and made his way back behind Shinto, standing at attention again.

"What was that?!" Haruka barked.

"That my lovely niece was Amobarbital, also known as truth serum. You have some knowledge of importance to me and I want it back." Shinto stated firmly.

"Who are you?! What do you want with me?!"

"Hmph. Are we back to this again? My name is Shinto Honet, oyabun of the Honet Clan, CEO of Honet Group Corp., and most importantly, your blood related uncle. Clear?"

"I don't get it…I…my dad…what?" Haruka whimpered. Haruka was starting to feel the effects of the drug on her. She was having double vision, she felt nauseous and high at the same time, and every time Shinto spoke, there was an echo in her ear, repeating his every word.

Shinto looked on, noticing her current state, aware that the truth serum was starting to wear her down. "Your father was Haruto Honet, my brother, a traitor. And you, you are his bastard child, undeserving of the Honet name!" Flashbacks of Haruto absolutely infuriated Shinto to no ends. Possessed by his sudden outburst of rage, Shinto jumped off his chair, and began repeatedly slapping Haruka across her cheeks. Fore hand, back hand, fore hand, and back hand again; Shinto had lost count, his hand starting to ache. Only when he felt Spar's hand on his shoulder did Shinto stop, snapping him out of his fury. Feeling Haruka's skin on his hand, it felt like Shinto was slapping Haruto in his face, the feeling too satisfying for words.

Nursing his hand and breathing heavily, Shinto walked back to his chair, stating his real purpose of their meeting. "Don't be so high minded. Your father was nothing more than a yakuza, just like me."

"NO!" Haruka barked. Haruka had heard every word that expelled from Shinto's mouth. Her body was starting to adjust to the serum, her vision and hearing had returned to their normal state, though her current heart rate was beating a mile a minute.

"Not only was your father a no good yakuza; stealing from the poor, exploiting the old and the weak, he was also a fucking traitor! Unworthy of the Honet name!"

Haruka found this amusing, she couldn't help but chuckle aloud at what Shinto was currently telling her.

Brows furrowed, lips thinned, of all the emotional response Shinto was expecting from her, laughter was not one of them. "You find something fucking humorous about this?!"

Continuing to loud aloud, Haruka lifted her head, eyes leveled with Shinto, "I don't give a fuck what my bastard father did! I don't give a fuck if he was a yakuza! And I most certainly don't give a fuck about you!"

"What about your girlfriend? You care about her? Hmm…"

At the mere mention of Michiru, Haruka's eyes went wide, her throat immediately closed up, her mouth adry.

"Good. Now that I have your attention, we can get down to business. There is something in your position that I want back. That your no good traitorous father rudely stole from me, I need it returned immediately. We clear?"

'What the fuck is he talking about?' Haruka thought, confused at Shinto's request. "Fucking impossible! Half an hour ago I didn't even know who my father was! How could he of left anything to me?" Haruka replied, furious with Shinto's illogic.

Standing up, Shinto began pacing in circles around Haruka, contemplating Haruka's doubt, doubtful on whether or not he should share the truth with her. 'Why not? If it means I can get the USB back faster…' he thought.

"Your father has a USB that I am in dire need returned to me. Before your dead beat father died, he went to see Nido Hoshi. Does that name ring a bell?"

'Nido Hoshi? The lockmaster?' She thought to herself. Haruka nodded her head.

"No doubt you know he was once in our clan. After stealing the USB from our possession, your father had Hoshi create a master lock and a master key for him. Hoshi tried questioning your father on what item was so precious that it needed to be sealed away with a master lock…your father didn't say, we can only assume it's the USB. Did Haruto leave you a USB?"

Before being able to decide on whether or not she should answer him truthfully, the words had already automatically left her lips, "No." Shocked at her own truthful response, Haruka deduced that it must be the truth serum working its magic.

Smirking at Haruka's truthful answer, Shinto proceeded with his questioning. "Did he leave you a key?"

"Yes." Haruka answered truthfully.

"Do you have any idea where the master lock is?"

"No."

"Do you know what the master key unlocks?"

Again, "No."

"Hmm…interesting. Seems my brother was cunning enough to leave you with the key but not the map."

"Hmph! I don't know where this USB is, you've wasted your efforts…your time." Haruka replied snidely, satisfied that the man wouldn't be getting what he desired most.

"You have one week." Shinto stated coolly, ignoring what Haruka had previously said altogether.

Wide eyed and furious, "Didn't you hear me! I said NO! I don't know where the fucking USB is! I don't fucking know what the key opens!" Haruka yelled, her fury returning.

"I doubt that will stop you detective Tenoh."

"And if I don't comply?!" Haruka baited, staring Shinto dead in the eyes, daring him to end her miserable life.

"As stubborn as your father was." Shinto nodded his head in Spar's direction. Bowing his head, Spar left the room through a steel door. Shinto turned his attention back to Haruka, a smug look on his face, attempting to egg Haruka's fury even further.

Haruka sat there, waiting for Shinto to answer her question, and that's when she heard it. Through the thin wall of the room came a loud bloody murder scream of pain, echoing through the hollow chamber. "MICHIRU!" Haruka recognized that voice anywhere. Michiru's scream continued in waves, each one sounded as if she was in more pain than previous. Haruka again tugged at her restraints, thrashing wildly like a beast aggravated by its trainer.

Futile, Michiru's bloody scream continued. Haruka's heart ached. 'It's my fault! I dragged you into this…I'm SORRY!.' Another loud murderous scream. "STOP! JUST STOP!" Haruka shouted at the top of her lungs, hoping the torturer next door had heard her surrender. "I'll do it! JUST STOP! Please!" Haruka begged, admitting defeat to the devil.

"SPAR!" Shinto shouted. With that, the room was again filled with silence. Michiru's voice could no longer be heard. Moments later, Spar reappeared in the room from the door he had exited not long ago.

"You have one week."

"NO! On one condition. You let Michiru go!"

"Hmph. You are in no position to negotiate." Shinto stated firmly.

"Why are you doing this to her?! She's innocent! Does your cold heart not care! I'm your blood niece! LET HER GO!" Haruka shouted, silent tears rolling down her cheek once more, the ache in her heart forming into endless streams of tear.

"You have your father to blame for that."

With a look of confusion, "My father?"

"He took something I loved away from me. Now I'm taking something you love away from you." Turning his back to Haruka, Shinto gave Spar the signal to go ahead. Before Shinto left the room, he reminded Haruka one last time, "You have one week."

Before Haruka had a chance to finish her line of questioning, Spar had walked over and muffled Haruka with a chloroform soaked rag. The last thing Haruka remembered before passing out was Shinto's eyes looking back at her.


Sitting at his desk, Benji was preparing the paper work for the day's briefing when he heard the office fax machine print an incoming fax. Walking over to the fax machine, Benji picked up the fax and began to read it, wondering who it could be from at this early hour. "Leave of absence?" Benji questioned aloud to no one in particular. With the two forms still in hand, Benji walked over to Himi's desk where Sashi was currently discussing case matters.

"Hey Sashi."

Turning his head at the sound of his name, Sashi noticed that Benji was currently reading something very intensely, a look of distress on his face. "What's wrong Benji?"

Handing the documents in hand over to Sashi, "Haruka sent this in by fax just now, requesting a personal leave of absence…" Benji said.

Glancing it over, "Hm. You're right. I didn't hear her mention anything about a leave of absence. Weird…Did she mention anything to you about this Benji?" Sashi asked.

"Nope. Not a word, and believe me, she tells me everything. I think I should give her a call…"

"No need Benji. I'll give her a call myself, ask her what's going on before approving the leave. I need you and Himi to go over the autopsy report on Nido Hoshi with Jiro, Suri, and Dojin. I'll handle this." Sashi assured, patting Benji on the shoulder.

Nodding his head in agreement, Benji watched as Sashi walked back into his office and make the call.


When the ray of light had hit her eyelids, she started to feel herself awakening from her current state of drowsiness. Laying on her stomach, face down on a bed, Haruka supported herself on one elbow, while the other hand grabbed her head, a headache pounding on her temples.

Opening her eyes and taking in her surroundings, Haruka realized that she was in her bedroom, on her bed, covered in nothing but her sheets. 'Was it all a dream?' Haruka questioned internally. Sitting up and glancing around the room, there were no signs of a struggle anywhere. Nothing was out of place. No evidences or clues indicated that there was even a break in much less a kidnapping. "Kidnap! Michiru!" Haruka said aloud. Getting off the bed and rushing to her ensuite bathroom, her reflection revealed the truth about reality.

The woman staring back at Haruka had dried blood in her hair, open wounds and lacerations on her forehead and lips. Her eyes were seriously bruised, bloody and red shot indicating trauma. Haruka reached up to touch her open wounds. The wounds were gashing and showed no sign of healing whatsoever. "FUCK!" Haruka voiced angrily. Haruka knew the wounds needed to be stitched up but she couldn't risk going to the hospital. If she went to the hospital, she'll be forced to file an official report, then she'll be forced to tell everyone about Shinto. 'No!' If Haruka ratted Shinto out, he'll do away with Michiru before Haruka would have a chance to attempt a rescue mission.

Haruka walked out of her bathroom and picked up her cellphone off the floor. There weren't a lot of people that Haruka could trust in this world; she was one of the rare few. Scrolling down her contact list, she found who she was looking for and pressed call.

"Tokyo Medical University Hospital. How may I direct your call?"

"Patch me through to the mortuary department: Tara Abei-san."

"One moment please."

After waiting a few seconds, a familiar voice answered, "Hello?"

"Tara, I need you to make a house call at my place. Urgently. Bring your toys."


Shinto sat behind his desk, an ice pack on his right hand, swollen and bruised from beating Haruka yesterday. Even though Daiko and Keiun had given Shinto only one month to take care of business and tie up all the loose ends, there was still plenty of time for the wheel of action to takes its course. Staring off into his office, "We'll see who has the last laugh…" Shinto said out loud to himself.

A knock on the door brought Shinto out of his daze. Sitting up straight, and flipping over his ice pack, "Come in."

The two of them walked into the room, bowing to their master in respect.

"You summoned Sir."

"I want you to take out Daiko and Keiun by tonight. Can you manage Spar?" Shinto asked.

Grinning with the biggest smile Shinto has ever seen Spar with; he knew that Spar was ready.

"I thought you'd never ask Sir." Spar replied confidently, his body language oozing nothing but his utter confidence. Spar was gleeful to accept the job, he had always despised the two cocky assholes, and now that he had permission to do away with them, he was going to thoroughly enjoy it.

"Do you want me to go with him?"

"No!" Shinto snapped, "I need you to stay here. Spar can organize and utilize however many people he needs from the clan. I expect nothing short of good news on your part Spar, understand?" Shinto asked dangerously.

"Yes Sir."


"What the fuck happened to you Haruka?!"

Pulling her in as quickly as she could, Haruka quickly slammed the door shut, fearful her neighbours might have caught the outburst.

"Any louder and the entire building will have heard you. Wanna take my picture and put it on Facebook while you're at it?" Haruka asked mockingly. Taking Tara by the hand, Haruka sat Tara down on the couch and attempted to explain the situation to her.

Haruka knew Tara was worthy of her trust, and she absolutely did trust Tara to hold her tongue with her secret, it's the Honet clan and Shinto she doesn't trust. The less Tara knows, the less danger she'll be in. 'I already dragged Michiru into this mess, I don't want you to go down either…I'm sorry.' Haruka felt guilty lying to Tara, but desperate times called for desperate needs.

"…and so I basically got into a bar fight; it wasn't fair though, it was 5 against 1." Haruka lied convincingly.

Nodding her head, "I see…I still don't get why you can't just visit an E.R. I'm sure they'll patch you up just fine."

Thinking fast on her feet, "Well..I..uh…I can't go to the E.R. I an officer, if One Police Plaza finds out I was in a bar fight, they'll suspend me, and if worse comes to worse, I might be kicked off the force. Please Tara! I never ask you for much, do this for me." Haruka pleaded to Tara.

Tara always had a soft spot for the blond, and seeing Haruka in her current state of suffering, Tara had no valid reasoning to reject her request. The Haruka she had known had perfectly scalped features, the present day Haruka sitting in front of her had lacerations, wounds, swelling, and bruises on her once perfect face; it made Haruka look like a badly beaten rag doll. Inhaling a deep breath, Tara remembered her Hippocratic Oath, "Fine. Hand me my bag. I'll start by disinfecting your wounds."

Thankful, Haruka hugged Tara tightly; Haruka was sincerely grateful for her assistance. Haruka needed to be in her best physical shape if she had any chance to taking down the devil himself.

Over the next few hours, Tara spent her time disinfecting Haruka wounds. Once thoroughly cleaned, Tara proceeded to tape up the small wounds, while the larger lacerations and gashes had to be stitched up. It took a total of 97 stitches to completely sew the blond back up. Almost finishing up, Tara had to address the swelling that was overcoming the pretty blond's face. Taking a vial of drug up and filling it in her syringe, Tara tapped it a few times, ensuring no air was present in the syringe.

Holding Haruka's face in one hand, the other with a syringe, "Hold still Haruka, this is going to hurt." Hurt was an understatement, the moment the syringe made contact with Haruka's temple, the whole building shook, "AAAAHHHH SHIT!!" Haruka screamed at the top of her lungs.

Hunching her back and holding her head in her hands, "What did you give me Tara? That hurt like shit…I'm not feeling too good…"

Putting her medical supplies back into her bag, "Serves you right to try to pick a fight. I gave you Naproxen sodium. It's an anti-inflammatory drug; it should help with your swelling. If you response well, the swelling should go down within the next 2-3 hours. Side effects into nausea, drowsiness, and migraines though." Tara replied.

"I'll live." Looking up at Tara from the couch, "Thanks again Tara. I owe you one."

Opening the door and helping herself out, Tara looked back at the blond lying on the couch, slipping in and out of consciousness from the drug, "No problem, but please, take good care of yourself. Don't hesitate to call me if anything comes up, okay?"

Haruka had already slipped into a dreamless sleep before Tara had even begun her sentence. Taking one last pleading look at the blond, 'I hope you know what you're getting yourself into Haruka…'


The office of Division 42 was near empty, only Suri had remained behind, finishing up on his 42-E notes. The rest of the team was either out on field work or was gathering information on the streets from informants. Stretching his arms in his chair, Benji yawned, reflecting on the seemingly boring day he had had. 'Working desk duty sucks!' Benji thought to himself. That's when Benji caught glimpse of the familiar sandy blond walking briskly by his office widow, head hanging lowly. 'Was that Haruka?'

Leaping off his chair, Benji quickly swung open his door and commenced a foot pursuit on his partner. "Haruka!" Benji yelled loudly, all the while keeping his pace. "Haruka!"

Upon hearing her name, the blond stopped dead in her tracks. 'FUCK! Caught red handed! Ugh. Benji was going to find out sooner or later…' With that, Haruka turned to face his partner.

Wide eyed, brows raised high, a shocked expression on his face, the first words that came out of his mouth was the exact response she had gotten from Tara when she first laid eyes on her, "What the fuck happened to you Haruka?!" Benji questioned in a disbelieving tone. Walking up to his partner, Benji attempted to touch one of Haruka's many wounds, but before Benji's finger even gently grazed it, Haruka turned away, hissing from the pain.

After Haruka had awakened from her slumber, her swellings had pretty much disappeared. All that remained on her face of the horrible incident was her stitches and bruises.

"It's nothing Benji. I got into a really bad bar fight the other night." Lying once again with the story she had made up.

Sensing that his partner was withholding the truth, Benji probed further, "You? In a bar fight?"

"I had one too many to drink, I was flirting with the wrong girl, things got ugly, and voilà, an old fashion beat down."

"You sound awfully perky for someone who had their ass handed to them…"

'If only you knew Benji.' Haruka thought. "Look, I'll be fine. I'm here to look for Toei. I gotta speak with Sashi too. I think I'm going to need a few weeks of personal time, you know, to recollect myself, give myself some time to heal."

"Uh huh. I thought you already handed in your leave of absence forms. Sashi proved your leave this morning." Benji stated matter-of-factly.

Now it was Haruka's turn to be addled by the turn of events, 'Did I file the papers already?' Haruka questioned herself, eyes moving rapidly, trying to recall any blackouts she had experienced. 'No, I don't think I did…' "You said Sashi already approved my leave?"

"Yep. Got your notice this morning by fax myself."

'I don't have time for games.' Haruka mentally noted. "It's fine Benji, let it go. Maybe I forgot, you know, from my concussion. Anyway I have to go find Toei now, I'll talk with you later."

Haruka turned to leave for the basement when a hand grabbed her by the arm and turned her back around. Turning to face Benji, Benji gave Haruka a sincere look of worry, "If you ever need anything, and I mean anything, all you have to do is ask. You got that rookie?"

Touched by Benji's sentiment, Haruka sometimes questioned what she did in her previous life to deserve such loyal good friends. "I will Benji." Giving Benji a tight hug; Haruka knew deep down, no matter how bad it gets between her and Shinto, she won't be calling Benji. No. She couldn't risk putting him in danger.

Leaving his embrace, Haruka made her way to the basement of the Tokyo Metro Department where a sea of indexes and case files are held. Walking over to the familiar desk clerk, Haruka gave her best charmingly smile, hopefully to get what she's looking for.

"Hi Toei."

Turning towards the owner of the voice, Toei met those dark teal eyes that she was once love stricken with. "Hi Haruka" Toei replied coldly.

Closing the distance between the two, Haruka could sense the tension, this was going to be harder than she anticipated. "Listen Toei, I have a big favour to ask you. I need you to help me pull up all the case files you have on a Haruto Honet."

Toei looked up from her paper work at the mention of the name, "I thought I already gave Suri all the information I had on the Honet clan."

"You did. But I'm not looking for information on the Honet clan, I'm looking specifically at Haruto Honet."

Weary as to whether or not she should help the blond, Toei decided it was best to keep her professional and private life apart, even though the blond did use her before, she had gotten over it. "Gimme 20 minutes to collect the files."

'YES!' "Thank you Toei!" Haruka voiced, locking the smaller woman in an embrace.

While Toei was running around the entire basement looking and tracking down old case files, Haruka sat at a study desk in the corner. Haruka knew she had to work fast, if not for herself than for Michiru. Haruka closed her eyes, holding her head, shaking Michiru's bloody murderous scream from her head. 'Just a while longer, I'll get you back. This I swear!' Haruka vowed to herself.

Returning shortly after, Toei brought Haruka 69 case files in total, all relating to Haruto Honet. Toei didn't know what the blond was up to, returning back to her desk, Toei left Haruka alone for the day; she knew better than to bother Haruka when she was working a case.

Haruka began the long and tiring journey delving into his late father's life as a yakuza. If Haruka was to have any hope of recovering this USB, she had to get into Haruto's mindset; understand his school thought, how he felt, how he acted, and even then, the chances of Haruka recovering the missing USB 18 years after it was taken would be like finding a needle in a 100 acre field of hay.


"He's playing us for fools! Why did you agree to extend the dead line?! I say we march into his office and fucking blow his brains out!"

"What did I say about acting rashly…" Daiko replied, with his infamous calm demeanor.

Daiko Chisu was petite man, calm and calculating. Even in the midst of chaos, Daiko would be able to keep his composure, breaking not even a sweat. Keiun Saici was the exact opposite of Daiko. Keiun was a short and robust man, with the body of a gladiator, Keiun would much rather let his fist do the talking. The two had agreed to partner up, together joining forces to take down the incompetent fool that was the old and decrepit Shinto Honet.

"I gave Shinto an extra month for a reason. Think about it. Even with the extra time, if he fails to retrieve the USB back, we then have an excuse to have him resign as oyabun of Honet. We can rightfully assume his men from within the clan. Once he steps down, with no man power, we can buy out his share in the Honet Group Corp. as well…Once we've stripped him bone dry, we can do whatever the fuck we want with him then."

Keiun's eyes suddenly glimmered with Daiko's brilliant plan, mouth slightly ajar, hands clasped together, rubbing it together greedily. "OH! I like the sound of that!"

A sudden knock at their door drew both the yakuzas' attention from their discussion. Daiko stared from the door back to Keiun sitting across from him, one brow slightly raised; a look of suspicion graced his face. "Who knows we're here at this hour? You expecting anybody?" Daiko asked.

"Probably some dumbass trying to make door-to-door sales. Leave it to me." Keiun replied coolly. Walking to the door, Keiun raised his chest high, pumped the muscles in his arms making him appear more robust and muscular than he typically was.

Opening the door swiftly, Keiun laid eyes on a tall thin man in regular plain clothes. "We don't want anything you're selling! NOW BEAT IT!" Keiun threatened loudly.

The tall stranger stared straight at Keiun, not intimidated by the man before him. "Keiun Saici, I'm with the Tokyo Metro Police Department, I have an arrest warrant for your arrest." The stranger replied calmly, standing his ground, unwavering as he stated his purpose.

"HA!" Disbelieving that this scrawny little man was an officer, much less take a man twice his size down single handedly. "You're shitting me! You're a police officer?! You're gonna arrest me?! Like fuck you are! Show me your badge!" Keiun replied mockingly.

"Here!" Suddenly appearing seemingly out of nowhere, standing beside the stranger was a man Keiun recognized as Spar, Shinto's right hand man. Before Keiun knew what was coming to him, Spar pulled out his revolver and delivered one clean shot to the center of Keiun's forehead. Keiun's last reaction was a look of horror mixed with shock at the sudden turn of events. With the searing hot lead lodged in between his eyes, Keiun's dropped down onto his knees, eyes wide open staring at Spar before flopping face down onto the door step.

The loud gunshot alerted Daiko of the situation; Daiko immediately leaped off his chair onto his feet, ready to defend himself. Before Daiko even had a chance to reach for his weapon in his waistband, a second bullet was fired, hitting Daiko in the dead center of his forehead, passing through his skull and lodging itself into an adjacent wall behind him. Blood spewed from Daiko's mouth before he collapsed onto the table in front of him, dying instantaneously, execution style from a single gunshot wound to the head.

Grinning, thoroughly impressed by his partner's level of accuracy. "That was one hell of a shot!"

"Thanks. It's not my first time."

"You want help cleaning up the mess?" Spar asked, satisfied that he did not fail to disappoint his master.

"No. Leave now. I'll take over from here."

Nodding his head, Spar hopped on his Yamaha FZ6 and sped down the urban streets of Tokyo, leaving his partner behind to tidy off the mess.

Holstering his Glock, he walked into the office, bypassing Keiun's limp body, he walked over to the table where Daiko currently laid, his lifeless eyes still ajar. "Bastard didn't even know what hit him." Reaching out and searching the man's waistband, he found what he was looking for: Daiko's 9mm handgun.

Taking the gun, he released its safety, placing the barrel of the gun against his left shoulder blade. Inhaling a few deep breaths, his index finger pulled on the trigger. A loud shot rang through the room, blood splattering on the floor. Releasing the gun upon impact, he fell onto the floor, the pain emitting from the searing hot lead caused him to hiss loudly.

Using his right hand, he grabbed the department issued walkie, pressing down on the send button. "Calling Central! Calling Central!"

A static voice replied, "Go for Central!"

"10-00! I repeat 10-00! Officer down! I need a bus sent to 44 Jeiki Street STAT!"

"Roger that. Code 10-00! I repeat code 10-00! Identify."

"Badge No# 35839. Captain Sashi Jino of Division 42."


A/N: Betcha didn't see that one coming!! You guys like it? What do you think?

No worries guys, I'm already aware of the USB time line of existence...everything will become apparent as the stories progresses.

Spar is a heartless psychotic psychopath. You saw what he did to Nido Hoshi. What do you think he's going to do with Michiru? Hm…?

Now that you know Shinto's true intentions and Haruka's mission, do you know where this is going?

Review guys, tell me what you think. All comments are much appreciated as it helps me grow and develop into a better writer.