Sorry. Really. I am. This is very late. I know. v_v

A/N: All mistakes are mine. I'm sure they're there.

Chapter 9

A harsh jolt awoke the sleeping prisoner from his peace and quiet. The still masked criminal reopened his eyes and tried stretching what he could.

"Oh, thank goodness I'm awake! I was having a terrible nightmare that I was trapped in a dark and dusty truck with a bunch of old men!" Fujihara tried his damn best to keep from strangling the boy across from him, his mocking getting on his last nerve.

Kurosu looked around the dark truck (the only light illuminating from small windows in the back), shrugged and sighed. "Oh, I guess it wasn't a dream. Besides, that's the nightmare of a seven-year-old." All of the sudden, Korosu was jabbed with the butt of a gun and then was hoisted up from someone behind him, catching the brunette by surprise. "Hey! There's these things people have, yeah, their called FEET, and I just happen to have them, too. Godzilla!- put me down!"

Akihiko laughed at the comments and set the boy down on the concrete once out of the shackles jingled carelessly as he walked. Korosu looked around asn saw where he might be staying for a whole. To be honest, it wasn't much. It looked like some abandoned shack. And eyebrow reaised above the masked criminal's green eyes.

"Um... mind if I ask where it is the hell you are taking me to?"

Fujihara smirked and then grinned to himself. "You'll see soon enough, boy." Korosu shrugged and kept quiet, figuring out how everything was going to play out.

An armed man stood in front of the shack. As the group gathered closer to the 'building', the armed guard opened the small door leading into it. The inside look like the outside: crappy. Akihiko led Korosu onto a platform and waited for the others to join beside them. When everyone was inside, another armed man in uniform lifted up a fake light switch to reveal a number pad. The man punched in some numbers (Korosu watching closely as he did so), pushed a glowing green button, and then shut the panel.

In less than two seconds, the platform made a metallic noise as it started to make its way downward with everyone on board. Korosu cocked his head sideways and smirked. "Oohh, top secret security facility... UNDERGROUND. Nice." The platform began to drop further and further underground. "I guess now wouldn't be the best time to say I'm scared of the dark..." Akihiko kept down a smirk and Fujihara was growing impatient."

"I've heard enough out of you. Keep quiet. And you, Usami, stop encouraging him."

"Yeah, Usami, god." Jab. "Ow."

"I want quiet the rest of the way down! No more talking. You can talk plenty at interrogation."

Silence grew between the group, much to Fujihara's satisfaction. The platform dropped 100 more feet until they were at the bottom.

The only light shown were artificial and there wasn't much. Akihiko pushed Korosu off the platform and the others got off as well. A clock went off and the metal platform began to make its way back to the top. In front of them was a very long hallway, stretching at about 300 feet. On each side of the aisle there were lines of cells, most empty, but some were filled with men. At the end of the aisle, Korosu was pushed to the left and then was lead to a dark room.

There, he was sat in a chair by a metal table. Akihiko walked to the door and left, then it was closed by a man and locked. Suddenly, very bright lights came on, causing the boy to flinch. Although the helmet he was wearing gave him some sun-glass support, it was still very sudden. "A little warning would be nice next time."

"Ansatsu Korosu, do you know where you are?"

"You mean like, exact coordinates? Because I did not GPS this. "

"You are currently residing in Japan's most secured and infamous criminal facilities. Do you know what that means?"

"No, can I Google it?" The voice grunted.

"It means there is no way in or out unless I say so. There will be no more murders by you."

"Maybe so, but there will be by someone else."

"Hm?"

"You act like this is the end or something. There are other people in this world, people just like me, and you cannot stop them all. Not from doing what they want, whether it be good or bad. There will always be evil in this world, and you cannot stop it all. So, go on; feel satisfied that you've finally got Ansatsu Korosu. But if you're in here, who's out there, finding more of today's criminals?" Korosu smirked. "Oh yeah, no one... I killed them all."

A slam was heard behind the wall in front of the smirking man as he sat his feet upon the table. "Look, you are going to do and say exactly what I tell you, or else."

"Or else?"

"Or else you die."

"I thought that was a given."

"Oh, of course. Just not as fast."

"Got it."

"Now, if you would be so kind, take off that damn helmet masking your face."

Korosu set his feet down. "As you wish." Korosu picked his cuffed hands up from his lap and placed them on his helmet.

"Wait, stop."

"Hm?"

"I've been waiting almost a decade for this moment and I don't plan to experience it behind glass. Come on, Usami." Korosu groaned.

"Ugh, great."

The sound of the metal door to the right shifted, unlocked. The two men walked in, Fujihara looking as eager as a dog getting a biscuit.

"Are you ready now? Do you need some sort of drumroll?"

"No, do it."

"Right." Korosu sighed, sat up, placed his hands on the helmet again, lifting up. Half his face showed and then the whole thing as he shook his shaggy brown hair and blinked his bright emerald eyes. Korosu placed the helmet on the metal table and looked at the two men.

They both stood there, mouths agape. The two did not move or say anything, just stared. Korosu raised an eyebrow. "What?" Nothing. "Not what you expected?" Silence. "Well, tell me when you're ready to move on. " A few minutes passed by unti-

"Holy shit," Fujihara breathed.

"...Yeah..." Akihiko agreed.

"He's... he's..."

"Cute." Akihiko finished the other man's thought. Although, he did earn himself an annoyed glare from said "cute" boy.

"Yes, that. Well, Korosu, I defiantly dud not expect you to look so..."

"Yeah, I know I get that a lot. People suppose Ansatsu Korosu more of a burly middle-aged grungy guy with face tattoos or something. They do not imagine me. One of the advantages of being able to go out and no one saying anything." Korosu glanced at Fujihara and smirked widely. "I bet you feel real crappy just about now, don't you?"

"And why would that be? I got you, didn't I?"

Korosu started balancing himself on the hind legs of the chair. "Unless you want to tell me what you thought you'd find behind this helmet of mine, I'd say you know exactly why."

Fujihara jolted and made a face, clearly insulted, but then switched to his normal stance. "I don't pay attention to what a criminal's appearances may be more than the fact that they are to be brought to justice."

"Mhm..."

"How old are you, anyway?"

Korosu scratched his cheek. "Be 19 in August."

"So, you really are just a kid."

The chair hit the ground and Korosu cocked his neck toward the two. He didn't say anything but only glared blankly, clearly not liking to be called a child.

"Interrogations with start tomorrow. For now, Usami, I want you to get Korosu's general information from him down in his cell."

"Are we sure Usagi is qualified enough to ask annoying questions? It might be too above his rank."

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

"'Cos you remind me of a rabbit. Plus, I thought it would annoy you."

"Well, Usagi, get to it."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

As the pair reached the dark cell room, Korosu looked around.

"Wow. This is exactly what my childhood bedroom looked like. Such nostalgia."

"Do you joke to hide your pain?"

Korosu turned to the silverette. "Is that one of the questions?"

"Take that as a yes."

Korosu sighed and plopped down on his new, very firm - very hard - bed an placed his arms behind his head. Akihiko brought out a pad of paper and a pen from his jacket.

"Well, aren't you just prepared for anything."

"How tall are you?"

"How the hell should I know? Wait, what is this- a trip to the doctor's office?"

"Japan knows nothing about you. Now that we know your appearance, we have to record them for files. Now, how tall are you?"

"... How tall do I look?"

"Short." Korosu sat up, insulted.

"Hey, I don't comment on your abnormally grey hair, so my height is nothing to joke about."

"...You call me Usagi."

"So-... oh, yeah. What ever."

Akihiko smirked and went back to what he was doing.

"I'll say about 64 centimeters. What's your real name?"

"Ansatsu Korosu is my real name."

"If it was, we'd have been able to find out about you a lot sooner."

"Unless I changed it."

"There's paper work for that."

Korosu scoffed and sat up, staring at Akihiko like he was an idiot. Which in Korosu's mind, he was.

"Usagi, there is paperwork for everything, but it doesn't mean they can't be found and destroyed. That means good bye birth certificate, social security card, housing documents- and yes, even that name change.

"Why the Hell do you think you couldn't find anything out about me, even with my finger prints. All the world's information about me has vanished. It's like I don't even exist."

Akihiko stood up, feeling done with this whole thing. This wasn't his job. Fujihara will have to deal with him later. Akihiko stood by the opened bars and looked at the crouched over brunette.

"If it's like you don't exist, I assume no one will know or care when you're dead."

Korosu looked up. shadow covering most of him except his eyes. He cocked his head up at Akihiko

"I supposed not." Korosu leaned back, hitting the wall. "Hey," Akihiko turned around. "If your job was to capturre me, why are you still hanging around? Aren't you done?"

"I have another job with Fujihara."

"Oh, yeah, with the Tonaki Mafia."

Akihiko raised an eyebrow and walked more towards Korosu's cell. "How do you know about that?"

"Just how I get all my other information: Japan's security profiles. They really need to update their fire wall."

"Hn, I'll let them know." Korosu smiled and nodded.

"Do you have anything on them yet?"

"Is that your business?"

"Yeah, I didn't think so. It's a very secluded group. No one knows much about them. Unless, of course, you've worked with them before."

"Have you?" Korosu stood up and leaned against a wall.

"Is that your business?"

Akihiko shifted and glared at the boy. "Touché."

"Ask me for help anytime." The silverette said nothing as he left completely, leaving Korosu alone in the dark.

There isn't any point in making promises at this point.