Generation New

A Past Letter Warning of a Future Disaster part one:

Megumi stood over Hayate's body next to a coroner who was giving a time of death in the early morning. The sun hadn't found its way over the horizon yet. Hachi and Shoji were a few feet away from the body.

She had a gut feeling that things were going to get interesting now that her former boss was lying on an autopsy bed. What were the higher-ups going to do to replace Hayate?

Megumi nodded at the coroner and stepped before Hachi and Shoji.

"The coroner believes he was killed around midnight," she said. "You two find out anything?"

"Nobody said they saw anything or heard anything," said Hachi.

Megumi's jaw line tightened while nodding.

"Okay! Go home and get some rest. We have a big day ahead of us."

"I don't think so, Section-Chief," spoke up someone behind them. They turned around to see a Japanese man with long black hair and dark eyes. He wore a well-pressed black business suit with vertical white stripes, pink shirt underneath it, and black dress shoes. He had his hands in his pant's pockets and had a hunch in his back. "Get back to HQ and write out your reports."

"Who are you?" questioned Megumi.

"Your new boss!" He pulled out a badge. "Commander Himura Kamui."

Megumi snorted. It wasn't surprising that the CIA was replacing Hayate so quickly, but she didn't think they would do it after a few hours of his passing. Something didn't fit right with her.

She ignored it, and yelled, "It's two in the morning!"

"Is that a problem?"

"Yes! I'm tired and I want some shuteye since I haven't gotten any yet!"

"Unfortunately, there's no time for rest! Minister Chaplin is pushing for the Tokyo Police in two days."

"Two days? But I thought it wasn't going to be up and running for another month?"

"Due to the news of Commander Hayate's death, Minister Chaplin thought it best to lighten the load. If you don't like it, then find another job!"

"Don't mi…!" began Megumi, but before she could finish her sentence, Shoji kicked her in the shin.

"We're on it, Boss!" he stated, as Megumi hopped on one leg while holding the other.

Himura narrowed his eyes at them before departing. Once he was out of sight, Shoji let out a breath of air he didn't realize he was holding, and then found Megumi kicking him between the legs.

"STRIKE-ONE!"

He grabbed his crotch, kneeled onto his knees while a cringing pain raced up into the pit of his stomach, and glared up at a disgruntled Megumi.

"What… what was that… for…?" he whimpered like a little girl.

"For kicking me in the shin!"

Due to his blood residing in his forehead, Shoji fell sideways and prayed the pain would wither away. He couldn't recall the last time a girl had kicked him there, believing it might have been his freshmen year in college, and reminded himself to not kick, hit, or do any other bodily harm to Megumi again.

Hachi frowned and headed out of the morgue. Megumi fixated him an eye, noticing his uneasiness, and left Shoji lying on the ground alone.

Xxx

Himura walked up to a car, the size of a Smart car, that had blood red paint and two gray stripes down the hood. He opened the door to settle in the seat, closed it while pulling out his phone, and voice texted, "She's going to be a problem."

He stared at his phone for a few seconds before he received a message.

"Does she suspect Detective Suzuki Hachi killed him?" it said, sounding electrical and girly-ish.

"No."

"Good! We'll deal with her once Chaplin's plan goes into affect. We already have a scheme in the works."

"What is it, if I may ask?"

"You need not worry about it. Do not contact us about anything else dealing with Detective Itashi or Hayate. We will contact you, and not by phone."

Himura closed his phone with a frown on his face, started up his car, and drove home to get some sleep. That woman, Itashi Megumi, was someone he really didn't want to meddle with for too long.

Xxx

At six in the morning, Megumi sat at her desk with her forehead on top of her desk, using her hands as a pillow with drool pouring from her mouth. On her hologram showed pictures concerning her former boss's case.

Sitting across from her was Shoji; his eyes beat red from staying up all night. He wondered if it was smart to try and wake her. With his luck, she would kick him so hard his family jewels would fly right out of his mouth.

He decided it best to let her sleep and get chewed out by Himura later.

Hachi worked frantically typing out his report at his desk. All of a sudden it seemed the former Yokohama Detective was a brownnoser. If Hayate had given the order, Shoji believed Hachi would have been playing games on his computer.

An hour later, Sakura entered the Foreign Affairs, surprised to see her colleagues present before her. The shy and quiet woman was usually the first in and the last to leave.

"Bad news," said Shoji. "Commander Hayate was killed around twelve last night."

"Wha… WHAT? That's not funny, Shoji!"

"It's not a joke. Megumi, Hachi and me were called around two. We've been here since three-thirty."

"Why wasn't I called last night?"

Shoji threw up his hands since he didn't have an answer for her.

"We had expected Himura to show up after we arrived, but he was a no show. He probably went home to get some shuteye."

"Himura?" she questioned.

"Oh, right, you haven't met him yet. He's our new Commander."

"EHHHH? That quickly!" Sakura looked over at Megumi. "How long has she been out?"

"Since four."

"She's been asleep for three and a half hours?" Sakura walked up to shake her, making Shoji cringe, and pushed away from the desk. "Megumi-san! Wake up! Commander Himura will be in soon! Get up!"

Before Sakura knew it, Megumi sat up; her eyes still closed, grabbed her neck, and yanked Sakura to have her lips meet Megumi's. Sakura's eyes widened in shock, as Shoji's right eyelid rose.

Hachi stopped typing to get a quick peek at the yuri action before him.

Megumi's eyes opened to take in the sight, and then they bulged as huge as softballs before pushing away.

"What… what are you doing in my bedroom!" shouted Megumi. "Where's that hot guy I had picked up in the bar!"

"You were dreaming!" shouted Sakura. "You're at the Foreign Affairs!"

Megumi blinked at Sakura stupidly, and then glanced over at Shoji who was still looking stupefied

"That… was… HHOOOTT!" he quivered, as though having an orgasm. "Do it again."

The next thing Shoji noticed was Megumi's fist breaking his nose and flinging him over his seat to flop on the ground.

"STRIKE TWO!"

Shoji stood while holding his nose and departed the office to get it taken care of at their clinic a few floors up.

Two hours later, he returned with his nose bandaged. The doctor had asked what had happened, and he had stated, "I lost my balance in my chair and fell on my face."

To make sure he didn't receive strike three, he sat as far away from Megumi as he could. To his luck, she was going to count that as his final one.

A half an hour later, Commander Himura arrived. He glared at Megumi to see if she was hard at work, and then noticed Shoji's disfigured face.

"Detective Kiski Shoji! What happened to you?" he asked.

"Fell out of my seat from exhaustion, sir," said Shoji.

Himura nodded his head, but Megumi could tell he didn't believe a word.

"You must be Detective Izumi Sakura," said Himura.

"Yes, sir," nodded Sakura. "Pleased to meet you, sir."

"I hope you will show great potential from what I've read about you." He focused his eyes on Megumi. "Got it?"

"Yes, sir!"

Megumi returned his stare in displeasure, knowing he was after her for some reason, but she wished she knew what.

"GOT IT!" shouted Himura.

Megumi's right eye twitched, and said, "Got it, Commander."

"Good! If you'll excuse me."

Himura walked off to enter his office and closed the door behind him with Megumi glaring at it for a few minutes. There was pressure being put on her and thought she should quit to head back to Yokohama.

She refused it since she didn't want to show any weakness before Himura or her colleagues.

They were the last of her problems. Due to lack of sleep, Megumi had a hard time keeping her eyes open. During her lunch break, she had gone out and bought three different types of energy drinks, and none of them were helping.

As the day was drawing to an end, Himura left without doing a thing. Megumi and her colleagues had another hour before they could turn in for the night.

All Megumi could think of was snuggling up to her pillow, as though she was going to have sex with it.

A short skinny man came up to stand before her table. She averted her attention up at him to see he was holding a small rectangular white thing with scribbles on it.

"Yes?" she questioned.

"Eh, some blonde-haired lady dropped off this thing at the front counter," said the skinny man. "The woman said it was addressed to you."

"Addressed?" The word addressed had long been extinct from vocabularies around the world since people relied on e-mails for mailing services. If something was shipped, it was referred to as the inscription on the package. "What is it?"

"Dunno. Nobody at the front counter knows what it is."

Megumi took the white thing to look at the scribble written in the midst of the paper-like thing. Sakura and Shoji gathered around her to look at it as well while Hachi ignored them.

"Cursive writing!" babbled Megumi.

"Cursive… writing?" questioned Sakura, Shoji, and the skinning man.

"What's that?" the skinny man asked.

"It's a form of writing that died out when we were kids. It's what people in the old days use to do before computers and the Internet took over completely. They'd take something like a style with ink or lead at the end and write on a piece of paper while connecting letters together."

"Sounds like hard work!" said Sakura.

"Without question, it's addressed to me!"

"How can you be so sure?" Shoji asked.

"Because, thanks to my dad, he taught me how to write my name in cursive, and that's right at the top. Below it is the Foreign Affairs and it's address. No doubt this is a letter."

"A… letter?" questioned the three.

"It's like an e-mail, but there were people who delivered mail!"

"You mean Shippers!" said the skinny man.

"That's what we refer to them nowadays," Megumi said, while gazing up at him. "Back then they were called mailmen or mailwomen."

"That doesn't make sense! There's so many people in the world, it's impossible," said Sakura.

"Apparently it wasn't," Megumi shrugged.

"Ha! Some letter! All it has on it is your name!" boosted Shoji.

Megumi flipped it over to show a V-like seam on the back. She pulled out her pocketknife, flicked it open, and stuck it in the letter to cut along the top. The three observers watched in amazement, as Megumi pulled out another piece of paper and unfolded it to show more cursive writing.

Looking on shocked to see paper inside paper, Shoji was glad that he didn't live in that time of age.

"What does it say?" Sakura asked, curiously, as Megumi scanned the letter from top to bottom.

Hachi looked up from his work, catching Megumi's eyes, and giving her a bad vibe.

"I don't know! It's been a while," said Megumi. "The only thing I recognize is, 'Dear Megumi', and a few numbers."

"Does it say who wrote it?" Sakura asked.

Still unsure about Hachi, she said, "No."

Xxx

While leaving work, Megumi pretended to go home, but instead headed towards an address that had been written in the letter. She didn't want to tell the two she was actually able to read the letter due to the feeling she had gotten from Hachi.

It had read:

Dear Itashi Megumi,

Please keep this to yourself, but I wish to speak with you alone at where Li Shengshun had lived. There's a small park nearby with an elephant slide and a round bench that surrounds a tree. Please meet me there at ten o'clock p.m.

Sincerely,

Amber

Megumi's car pulled up to the apartment complex that was owned by the stoned brothers, exited it, and headed for the park. Minutes later, she located it to see it was deserted. She looked up at a clock that was built into a small hut to see it read ten on the dot.

Sighing, she sat on the bench and waited for fifteen minutes with no show from Amber.

Some time traveler! She couldn't even make it on time! To the point, why did she even come here without back up, and why did Amber trust her. Maybe she was a past Amber that hadn't encountered getting arrested. The future Amber must have been disappointed with her.

Megumi smacked her head for thinking of something that seemed ignorant and confusing.

Having waited another fifteen minutes, Megumi stood to depart the park.

"Leaving so soon?" questioned a voice near the slide.

Megumi turned to face it and saw a ten year-old Amber sitting on the edge of the slide, dressed in a blue baseball cap, white sweater, and tight white pants with white boots.

Megumi pulled out her gun from behind her and aimed it at Amber.

"That will do no good," said Amber.

"Try me," challenged Megumi, having Amber smile and confuse Megumi. "What do you want?"

"To warn you, and to tell you it's a lost hope. It will do you no good to keep pursuing him."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You need to leave the Foreign Affairs. If you stay, only disaster will happen. Ones you hold dearly are going to die."

Megumi glared at her lost for words.

"You're wrong! My curse has ended!"

"Has it? The contract was renewed!"

Megumi's eyes blinked, taking in Amber's words, and wondered if she was going to have another thirteen years of luck. The thought was heart wrenching.

Hoping Amber was messing with her head, she said, "What do you mean, 'It will do no good pursuing him?'"

Amber's heart seemed to sink, as she said, "Hei's kid. You have to let him go, or you will follow your mother's path. If you follow her path, history will repeat itself. You will not have a wonderful life, and neither will your son." Megumi gasped. "You won't even see him grow up into a handsome man."

Lowering her gun, Megumi felt her heart beating heavily, and gazed down at the ground. Amber was deceiving her, wasn't she? What rational thing would she gain out of all this?

"Is… is…?" babbled Megumi, trying to find the right words to say.

"No, Hizumi isn't the father," replied Amber.

Megumi looked back at her, and asked, "Who's the father?"

"That one, I will leave for you to find out."

Amber stood to leave the park. As she walked by, Megumi spun, and said, "You had said there was a universe where I don't exist. Is it because Hei and my mom got together?"

Amber stopped, turned around, and said, "No. There is no timeline where Hei ends up with anybody. He always chose to be alone so he wouldn't have to deal with losing anyone or getting betrayed. You weren't born because your mom kept on chasing after him. She got killed because of it.

"The reason why you exist in this timeline is because BK201 had gotten killed before that ever happened. With him dead, she had no one to chase after."

Megumi averted her attention downwards. It was so ironic that something so small could change the outcome in the world. She wondered how many alternate worlds Amber had seen, and looked towards her to ask, but she was gone. She looked around in the park, but she was the only one left.

After putting away her gun, Megumi departed the park and headed back to her car. As she drew near it, she could hear extra footsteps behind her. She spun around while whipping out her gun again, and pointed it at a man in a Kimono holding a Japanese sword.

Her body froze; not believing whom she was staring at since she thought Hizumi had killed him back at the banquette. What was more startling, he looked younger.

"Surprised to see me?" Jackal asked.

"How… how are you… alive…?"

"Kuro no Shinigami should make sure to put enough electricity into someone to make sure he or she is dead."

"He… he held… back…?"

"Surprising, isn't it? I know I was! Now I get another chance to kill him, again! And this time, the playing level is even since I've regained my youth."

Megumi looked at him puzzled. Didn't he know it had been Hei's kid who had held back his power?

"How'd you find me?" she asked. "Amber's star?"

"Who's Amber?" he asked, making Megumi look at him peculiarly. She guessed he was hired for his strength and not his smarts. "I found you by your car's GPS system."

"What do you want with me?"

"Where's BK201?"

"BK201? How would I know?"

"Isn't that why you're here? To meet with him?"

"If I came here because he was here, I would arrest him, and I assure you, I'm not here to arrest him."

"Then why are you here?"

A dense look formed on Megumi's face. Hadn't he been following her since the park? Didn't he notice Amber there and overhear their conversation? If he did, then he would have known it had been Hizumi who had electrocuted him. It seemed he was as clueless as a man in a bra store.

"To meet an old friend," she said.

"Who?"

"None of your business."

"I'm sorry, but I'm making it my business."

Jackal settled into a fighting stance with his sword held outwards. Megumi felt uneasy after his last words.

"You work for Minister Richard Chaplin, right?" she asked, having him nod. "You think he'd be happy if you attack one of his former cabinet member's daughter?"

A smile crept on his face, making her feel uneasy. It felt like she was driving an eighteen-wheeler on thin ice.

Before she knew it, Jackal charged at her, making Megumi fire, but the shot went wide to the left. Jackal raised his sword over his head and brought it downwards, having Megumi close her eyes, as she embraced the impact that was about to come.

Instead, she heard a loud clank sound, and looked to see the back of a black coat and flat black hair. Megumi's eyes widened, as she noticed Hizumi, wearing his mask, had stopped Jackal's sword with his split double-edged blade.

Jackal glared at Hizumi flabbergasted, and then grinded his teeth in frustration, as he pushed harder against him.