disclaimer: Me no own Gravi. Damnit...
A/N: Hello again! I just wanna thank the people who reviewed! All 2 of you.. Anyways, enjoy chapter one! And review, damnit! XD
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Espy
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Chapter.1 - Break Through
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Shuichi pulled at his skin tight ensemble awkwardly. He would never get used to the outfit he had to wear while doing his job. It did go well with his hair though...
The suit was a dark gray in color, and was colored with black around the collar and groin area. A thin, sleek zipper made its way down the center of Shuichi's chest, disappearing into black. A black belt-like strap was wrapped around the pink haired boy's chest and arms, holding a small computer onto the boy's upper back. Another belt was wrapped around the boy's thin waist, and it dangled twin gun holsters from it, which wrapped themselves around the boy's toned upper thighs at their lowest point.
Pulling again at the high collar, Shuichi looked down into the rooftop window of NG. A large room peered back at him. Shadows covered most of the room's interior. His amethyst eyes could make out only the barest of details.
The window protruded up above the rooftop. Shuichi glanced along its outer edges in search of the little square he knew would be there.
"Found it," he said. He kneeled.
He pulled a small, pointed object from the inside of his calf high boots and stabbed the tiny square. The little lights in the square faded signifying that no alarm would go off when he opened the window. Putting the pointed object back into his boot, Shuichi lifted the window.
"Shit!" he cried. The window was really heavy! He let out a small heave as he struggled to get the thick glass upright.
Without another hesitation, he jumped into the room.
It appeared, from what Shuichi had learned in the memo he had received from his superiors, that it was Tohma's office. He stayed crouched and threw himself, rather cat-like, towards the large desk that sat in front of a floor-to-ceiling window. Shuichi crawled behind it, and tried to open the top drawer. Locked.
God damnit.
Shuichi mentally kicked himself in the ass; Ichigo had told him to bring his lock picks! But had he listened? Noooo!
Growling and snarling to himself, he decided that trying to open the other drawer wouldn't be half bad of an idea. But with his luck, it, too, would be locked. Shuichi gripped the handle and pulled angrily.
It came open.
Amazing... he thought. He fingered his way through the files inside, sitting up as he did so. As much as it went against his entire spy code, Shuichi hated to be uncomfortable. He had gone through years of training to make sure that he could be able to hold any position, anywhere, for any length of time. Shuichi had usually cheated though, shifting his lithe little body into a more suitable position.
He shook his head; he couldn't go off the objective.
Shuichi was a spy, sent in to investigate one Seguchi Tohma. Apparently, Tohma had been spotted doing business with some shady character. Under normal circumstances, that wouldn't be a problem. Big, top-notch executives did business with people like that all the time. The only difference this time is that Tohma's old business partner had gone missing about the same time he had started doing this certain business. Shuichi's superiors had ordered him, as his first solo mission, to investigate the blonde businessman.
Seeing nothing suspicious in the drawer, Shuichi abandoned it to look at the desk top.
Nothing suspicious there either. Grumbling something about how he wished his first mission alone would have been more action-packed, Shuichi stood up, ready to go back out the way he came. Something shiny on the floor caught his eye.
Upon closer inspection, Shuichi found that it was a computer chip. He pocketed it and after a few tries, managed to get back out through the skylight.
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"SAKAKI-CHAN! I'm hungry!"
Violet eyes twitched in agitation. The green haired girl glared at the one who was currently making the noise, which was adding to her headache. She put a hand to her forehead in an attempt to forego the dull ache that was steadily getting bigger.
"Well, then," she snarled. "You can make yourself something, Ichigo-chan..."
Said Ichigo-chan pouted. "B-but I suck at making food! You said so yourself! You said both me and Shuichi suck at anything to do with food, except eating it."
Sakaki would have laughed out loud if the situation hadn't been so irritating. To see a grown 21 year old woman pout for food at an 18 year old was pretty funny. She pushed her long green hair back behind her shoulder and stared at the older girl.
Age didn't make up for height though, as Sakaki was almost a full head taller than her friend. She stared down at the short crop of brown hair that was falling around the girl's round face. One could almost see tints of pink in the strands. Pink enough to match the older female's candy pink eyes.
Stealing a few glances around herself, Sakaki thought that she could definitely tell that Ichigo lived in this apartment; over the couch, stuffed animals were scattered aimlessly, and sketches of herself, and her friends were all over the living room table.
Sakaki snorted suddenly and turned to the side, continuing to read her newspaper. She had been ever so rudely interrupted a few moments prior.
The green haired girl heard a slight whimper and glanced over.
Oh no. Ichigo was giving her the puppy-dog look. No one could resist the puppy dog look, especially not the sister of the master.
With a groan, she was about to give in when the front door to the apartment slammed open.
"Tadaima!" a voice called out.
Ichigo perked up instantly, like a kitten. She squealed happily and ran to the door.
"Shuichi-kun!" she cried. She tackled the said boy, who barely had time to shut the front door when one of his flat mate's came bounding into his stomach. "How was your mission! How did you survive without me or Sakaki there?"
Shuichi patted the girl's head that rested on his now normally clothed stomach. "Shut up," he said. "I did just fine without you or Sakaki." He pulled the computer chip out of his pocket. "See? I found this!" He handed it to Sakaki, who was kneeling beside him. The girl glanced at it with weary violet eyes. She stood up and put it in her own pocket.
"I'll take a look at this later," she said. "Maybe it'll tell us what Tohma's been up to lately..."
She walked back into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.
Ichigo got up off of Shuichi. She too walked off into the kitchen, to see what he sister was up to.
The pink haired boy sighed; he loved the two girls with all his heart, but they were so weird! Even weirder than him and his fetish for pocky! He stood up. "You guys suck!" he said. "Don't even bother to help me up..."
A unified call of "We love you too!" could be heard coming from the kitchen.
Shuichi still couldn't believe that those two were spies.
Then again, he couldn't believe that he was either.
It had all happened to fast. Four years back he had been living on the streets, then some strange man walks up to him and asks him if he wants to be a spy. It was like a dream; all the odd training he had undergone, and then being teamed up with the two weirdest people he had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Suddenly, he was traveling all over the world, all expenses paid, and also getting paid to snoop around in other people's business.
It was so fricken' cool!
Shuichi, Ichigo, and Sakaki had come back to Tokyo for their newest mission. Well, it was really only Shuichi's mission but Ichigo and Sakaki wouldn't let him go anywhere by himself. That was spy related anyways. They were kind of like creepy stalker people sometimes...
Snorting at the image that thought left in his head, Shuichi wandered into the kitchen.
Ichigo was running around the small room like a chicken with its head cut off. Sakaki was yelling at her that it wasn't a life threatening thing that they didn't have any curry powder left. Shuichi had the biggest feeling that he should back out of the room while he still had some sanity left.
But, too bad, the green haired girl spotted him before he had a chance. "Shu-chan! You have to go to the store, right now, and pick up some curry powder!" She pointed a slender finger at him. "And you better not be a long time! I don't know how long I can put up with this..."
Shuichi nodded, and slipped out the door, idly wondering how the same person currently freaking out in the kitchen could have been the same person who was with him on the rooftop earlier.
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The park was dark and quiet by the time Shuichi got there. The one post light shone down on one particular place which overlooked all of Tokyo. The pink haired 19 year old smiled as he looked out over the beautiful city. He took in a large breath and breathed out heavily before making his way through the park.
Shuichi, Ichigo and Sakaki lived only a jump, hop, and a skip away from the park, and then the store was right beside the park, on the other side. The pink haired young man loved to take his time going through this park, because it was such a beautiful place. Although he hadn't been through it in almost 5 years, Shuichi still remembered exactly where everything was.
Taking leaps and bounds as he walked, Shuichi was smiling with glee. "I could stay out here forever!" he said. He began randomly giggling to himself.
He shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked, and felt a folded piece of paper. Curious, he pulled it out and unfolded it.
"Oh!" he exclaimed. "My report to Boss." He quickly scanned over the messy scrawl that lay on the paper. He scratched the back of his head. "I hope she can read this! Heeheehee..."
A gust of wind swept by the button nose on the boy's face suddenly, causing the boy to pull his head back in a sneeze. He let the air out and the paper went flying from his hand. "H-hey!" Shuichi cried. "Come back here you!"
He chased the paper towards the large fountain that sat in the center of the park. Shuichi picked up speed, hoping to catch the paper before it hit the water.
Although, someone else got there first.
Shuichi raised his pink head as he saw his paper being stepped on by a black shoed foot. His amethyst eyes took in a tall young man, although a bit older looking than himself. The man had a beautiful array of golden blonde and light brown tresses, kept relatively short, and wore a smart looking blue suit, held together by a single button. The black shirt that lay underneath was partially open, revealing a smooth, toned chest.
Little Shuichi couldn't help but stare a little bit.
The stranger slowly bent at the waist and picked up the rambunctious piece of paper. Shuichi hesitantly reached out for it. The stranger, however, did not give it back, but instead chose to run his golden eyes over the scrawl.
Hair on the back of Shuichi's neck began to stand up; this guy couldn't read that! It was classified information! His outstretched hand was twitching madly.
Oh my god! he thought. What if this guy knows Tohma! The whole organization's screwed! But most of all, Boss'll have my ass on a platter! Please not be able to read it, please not be able to read it, please not be able to read it...!
One of the stranger's elegant eyebrows rose after a moment or two. He lifted his eyes from the paper to Shuichi's half smiling face, and stared at him for a moment.
"Did you write this..?" the blonde man asked lowly. His voice was a deep baritone that sent chills down Shuichi's spine.
The shorter man nodded, a bit hesitantly.
A snort came from the stranger. "Are you trying to write a spy novel or something? Because this drivel wouldn't be good enough to make a picture book out of." The young man started walking again. "I think you should take up lessons on how to write. You write like an elementary schooler." With that, the young man casually walked on, dropping the sheet of paper over his shoulder as he went.
He disappeared into the night.
Shuichi stood, rooted to the spot, mouth agape. Slowly, his hand dropped back to his side and he fell to his knees. He began to cry.
"GOD DAMNIT! THAT WAS THE BEST REPORT I EVER WROTE!"
Unbeknownst to Shuichi, his report glided on the wind and flew over the large city of Tokyo, never to be seen again.
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End of ch.1
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