Konichiwa guys, it's been awhile since writing. I got caught up in a lot of stuff and didn't even have time to do things. Night shift can be a pain in the ass. So anyway, I always wanted to write a Majikoi!-related fanfic but didn't knew how to approach it. So I hope this one works out and hope you guys like it. If you guys liek toread this one in Wattpad. I have a Wattpad version of this if you're better and comfortable there.
Thanks for reading. -NEW-AGE-DRAGON.
Sitting alone in a dark room. A stranger browses on his laptop on a social website. The laptop's weak glow emits the only light source that enlighten the dark room. The windows has been shut close by thick curtains. He types onto the keyboards, browsing onto multiple sights with topics regarding racial conflict and struggle for power. Multiple tabs were open regarding each and every subject in the matter. He drags his cursor and closes each of the tabs and focuses on the current news topic regarding arguments within numerous countries. This made him scowl. The young man lifts his glasses above his forehead which tucked neatly over his dark brown hair. He rubbed his temple as a small beeping sound cuts out the silence of the room. The sound is emitting from the laptop. The source is coming from an incoming voice chat. The man presses the green button as a small page pops open.
The ID of the call shows no face nor any name or info regarding the caller. But this did not faze the man in front of the laptop.
"What's up?" He spoke with a monotone voice.
"Bonjour Surima...Mind if I interest you with a special topic in mind?" The voice cracked out from the chat.
The man only nodded in response. And in queue, the laptop begins to pop out multiple tabs showing off documents regarding news articles of conflict between multiple factions in different countries and death tolls rising.
"Rising conflicts due to hidden potential threats..." He shook his head in disappointment of the article.
"Apparently multiple countries has hidden weapons or secrets that could easily turn things for the worst." The voice added. "Comme une manière de parler. Our info-gatherers told me each country has their own 'super' weapons. But none are comparable to this location."
Another tab opens another document, one showing multiple pictures of buildings and statues of samurais and battle arenas. Surima flicks his glasses down and looked closely at the document in front of him.
"Kawakami City? I know of this place." Sumira spoke softly.
"As do the people around the world. Apparently this city is known for having screwed-up citizens who are proud of fighting. In fact, they have occasional mock battles that goes overboard to the point that the fights could result to life-threatening injuries or even death..." The call from the laptop echoed. "And from what our spies told me. There is even a private organization that is making a superhuman program and recruitment of equally powerful individuals."
Sumira breaks a cold sweat.
"If this program soon proves to be a success-"
"They could take over every continent as they see fit..." The caller added.
"Fuck..." Sumira cursed softly under his bitten lip.
"And that's not all. Additionaly, the governments and even their army around the world decided not to get involved into this situation."
"Those bastards rather hide under a rock while these people are trying to grow their power and numbers?"
"I heard that even Germany sent out one of their best soldiers in that city but never made any good results." The caller added even more bad information.
Sumira lifts his glasses and rubs his temples yet again, only harder than usual as a result of the stress.
Those German assholes had done nothing to sort this mess!? Sumira thought. At this rate. We will all be engulfed in this loosing war.
As if that moment, it was like the caller from the other side of the receiving end was able to read his mind. He began to speak again.
"Do not worry and n'ai pas peur." He spoke. "The whole reason we are discussing this is because we are sending you 3 into this city..."
"Sending us into a new suicide mission?" Sumira questioned.
"One mission where failing should and must not be an option." The other voice responded bluntly. "You and your crew will be deployed into the city as undercover tourists and will gather enough critical information about the individuals in the city."
"To what gain?" Sumira asked.
"Once we gathered enough critical. We could expose them to the world, revealing their crude intentions and have them detained and under control." The caller responded.
New documents begin to pop open. Each revealing critical locations and specific individuals located within the city as well as their occupation and talents.
"That's a lot of targets. And all of them are almost considered superhuman..." Sumira sighed.
"Which is why you should get going..." the caller's voice begins to crack and stutter before the caller tab closes automatically.
Sumira opens a new tab and dialed a new caller ID. It didn't take long for the receiver to respond.
"Boss?" a woman's voice echoed from the laptop.
"Matsu...Get your things ready and get Kazunagi. We got a city to tame...".