Cults and Crime Organizations
Disclaimer: SD is not mine.
Important A/N: I'm sorry, I seemed to have placed my brain somewhere that I forgot the title of the story. Gomen. At least now, I have written the right one. This chapter will be kind of another prologue; I should have combined this and the first prologue. I'm sorry. To make up for my mistakes, the next chapter, the real chapter one, will be updated faster than I did for this one. Anyway, thank you for reviewing, minna-san.
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Chapter one
+~+~ Fourteen years later +~+~
The sun still shone, but unlike a while ago, it was ready to rest. A lot of people walked on the roads of Kanagawa. They were either going to their homes or hanging out with friends. From above, they look just like ants.
At a secluded part of the district, you can hear endless dribbling of the ball. Sweat draped all over the body of the two players. The score: 23-22.
Sendoh Akira faked a jump shot, but Rukawa Kaede saw this. However, Sendoh was prepared for that and has another surprise in bag. He turned his head to the left and ran to the right. He shot a three-pointer.
The ball bounced three times until it rolled steadily to the grass. Rukawa straightened himself and turned to Sendoh. Sendoh smiled at him, the opposite reaction of the other.
"Nice one, Rukawa-kun."
The other ignored him, as usual, and drank all the contents of the bottle he had in his hand.
"Do'aho." He muttered.
Sendoh smiled, yet again. "Someday, you're going to defeat me, Rukawa." The mentioned just gave him a blank stare.
Rukawa was about to go when he heard his companion call him.
"Hey, Rukawa-kun, How about treating me out?" Sendoh asked.
He gave him a deadpan expression and walked away. Sendoh pouted.
"Aw, c'mon, don't be a snob." That always did the trick. Not now, though.
The fox stopped, but he didn't turn to his one-on-one playmate. "I have something else to do." Then, he continued to walk. Soon, Sendoh can't see any trace of him as he blended with the crowd.
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(Rukawa)
Have you ever felt that your eyes are closed when they are actually open? That is what he is feeling right now. Miracle though, that he didn't bump to something. The cult members seem to have the sharpest sense on Earth. Whatever that kind of sense is.
He sat down silent on the soft grass, the basketball court behind him. Then, somebody tapped his shoulder.
"Do'aho. We're still having a ritual." The man said.
He looked up to see almost nothing except ice blue eyes, like his. In fact, the man seemed to be his identical twin brother, putting away the gray wisps of hair.
He nodded and followed. After a few steps, he can already hear the familiar midnight chanting. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes.
His companion stopped. "Are you coming or not?"
He opened his eyes, nodded, and went to the front row. He started chanting like the others, while watching all the time the back of his father.
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(Sendoh)
Eight, nine, three. Those were the numbers written on the steel door in a certain building in Kanagawa. There were voices inside, and one can sense danger in it.
"Damn it! That transaction is our major income for the month." A roaring voice was heard from the inside.
All the people in the room felt their hair all rise up. All except one and that person is playing with his sign pen.
"Mr. Sendoh, calm down. The police might have found evidence that may lead to us, but they still need more evidence in order to have a raid. Right now, we only need to be careful." An American told the raging businessman.
Tetsuya Sendoh silently admitted his lost. He sighed, and went back to reading the records. Everybody silently sighed in relief.
However, his son is still oblivious to the great problem they have. This time, he was playing with a ruler and eraser.
"SOS. SOS. The aliens are catching up with us." He murmured to himself. It was soft, but the American businessman beside him heard it. The American cleared his throat.
Akira didn't hear it. He continued to play in the middle of a very important meeting. He played and played, and luck was on his side since the American didn't tell his father.
However, everything has to end, luck included. For our dear spiky head lost grip of the eraser, which was located at the end of the ruler. It flew, and of all people and parts to hit, the eraser hit Tetsuya's forehead. Then, it bounced back, and fell into Tetsuya's red wine. Very fortunate for Akira though, since the red wine splashed on the document that his father was reading.
Everyone gulped nervously as they saw a vein pop on Tetsuya's forehead. Akira backed away.
"Akira." Tetsuya said, his cobalt eyes burning, wanting to kill his son. He can't do so, for his son is intelligent and he needs him in order to dominate the world. Akira bit his lower lip.
"What do you think shall we do in order to still have transactions without the police seeing us?" Tetsuya calmly asked.
Akira smiled. "They had already expected that our base is in Japan, right? I believe that we are not yet recognized in neighboring countries." He said.
The American businessman beside him approved. "Akira is right. The neighboring countries are clueless, anyway."
Tetsuya smiled at his son. "Nice one, Akira. I would appreciate it more if you'll stop playing between meetings, though." Akira smiled at his father.
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Midnight.
It was already midnight, and the full moon shone brightly. Akira Sendoh walked aimlessly along the silent streets of Kanagawa. His formal suit was wrinkled already. After the meeting, it seemed as if he can't sleep anymore. Too much coffee, perhaps, and the other officers seem too sleepy to have another round of Black Jack with him.
A court appeared right in front of him. He smiled and went nearer. He saw another figure, though, that was standing still. The figure seemed to hear his footsteps.
"What are you doing here?" The figure asked, with the icy voice familiar to Akira. He smiled at the figure.
"Walking. How about you? It's a miracle, though, that the sleepy ice prince seem to have insomnia." Akira said, sitting on the bench near him. Kaede turned to him, with the glare and all.
"Do'ahou." He said his well-known phrase.
Akira just smiled. Kaede went near him, and they sat still. The peace they were looking for, after doing the things that they are obliged to do, was ever so present. Unfortunately, it was scarce. A figure wearing a long dark coat like Rukawa's appeared out of nowhere.
"Kaede, aren't you going home yet? You still have classes tomorrow." Touya said, although he was really ordering his son to come with him. Kaede stood up and followed his father.
Soon, Tetsuya also appeared, but this time, Akira heard him. "Who is that, Akira? I didn't see him with you anywhere." Tetsuya asked, sitting at the place where Kaede sat a while ago.
Akira nodded and stood up. "I think I'll go home now."
Tetsuya followed Akira with his eyes. Soon, he couldn't see traces of his son anywhere.
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TSUZUKU (to be continued...)
Disclaimer: SD is not mine.
Important A/N: I'm sorry, I seemed to have placed my brain somewhere that I forgot the title of the story. Gomen. At least now, I have written the right one. This chapter will be kind of another prologue; I should have combined this and the first prologue. I'm sorry. To make up for my mistakes, the next chapter, the real chapter one, will be updated faster than I did for this one. Anyway, thank you for reviewing, minna-san.
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Chapter one
+~+~ Fourteen years later +~+~
The sun still shone, but unlike a while ago, it was ready to rest. A lot of people walked on the roads of Kanagawa. They were either going to their homes or hanging out with friends. From above, they look just like ants.
At a secluded part of the district, you can hear endless dribbling of the ball. Sweat draped all over the body of the two players. The score: 23-22.
Sendoh Akira faked a jump shot, but Rukawa Kaede saw this. However, Sendoh was prepared for that and has another surprise in bag. He turned his head to the left and ran to the right. He shot a three-pointer.
The ball bounced three times until it rolled steadily to the grass. Rukawa straightened himself and turned to Sendoh. Sendoh smiled at him, the opposite reaction of the other.
"Nice one, Rukawa-kun."
The other ignored him, as usual, and drank all the contents of the bottle he had in his hand.
"Do'aho." He muttered.
Sendoh smiled, yet again. "Someday, you're going to defeat me, Rukawa." The mentioned just gave him a blank stare.
Rukawa was about to go when he heard his companion call him.
"Hey, Rukawa-kun, How about treating me out?" Sendoh asked.
He gave him a deadpan expression and walked away. Sendoh pouted.
"Aw, c'mon, don't be a snob." That always did the trick. Not now, though.
The fox stopped, but he didn't turn to his one-on-one playmate. "I have something else to do." Then, he continued to walk. Soon, Sendoh can't see any trace of him as he blended with the crowd.
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(Rukawa)
Have you ever felt that your eyes are closed when they are actually open? That is what he is feeling right now. Miracle though, that he didn't bump to something. The cult members seem to have the sharpest sense on Earth. Whatever that kind of sense is.
He sat down silent on the soft grass, the basketball court behind him. Then, somebody tapped his shoulder.
"Do'aho. We're still having a ritual." The man said.
He looked up to see almost nothing except ice blue eyes, like his. In fact, the man seemed to be his identical twin brother, putting away the gray wisps of hair.
He nodded and followed. After a few steps, he can already hear the familiar midnight chanting. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes.
His companion stopped. "Are you coming or not?"
He opened his eyes, nodded, and went to the front row. He started chanting like the others, while watching all the time the back of his father.
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(Sendoh)
Eight, nine, three. Those were the numbers written on the steel door in a certain building in Kanagawa. There were voices inside, and one can sense danger in it.
"Damn it! That transaction is our major income for the month." A roaring voice was heard from the inside.
All the people in the room felt their hair all rise up. All except one and that person is playing with his sign pen.
"Mr. Sendoh, calm down. The police might have found evidence that may lead to us, but they still need more evidence in order to have a raid. Right now, we only need to be careful." An American told the raging businessman.
Tetsuya Sendoh silently admitted his lost. He sighed, and went back to reading the records. Everybody silently sighed in relief.
However, his son is still oblivious to the great problem they have. This time, he was playing with a ruler and eraser.
"SOS. SOS. The aliens are catching up with us." He murmured to himself. It was soft, but the American businessman beside him heard it. The American cleared his throat.
Akira didn't hear it. He continued to play in the middle of a very important meeting. He played and played, and luck was on his side since the American didn't tell his father.
However, everything has to end, luck included. For our dear spiky head lost grip of the eraser, which was located at the end of the ruler. It flew, and of all people and parts to hit, the eraser hit Tetsuya's forehead. Then, it bounced back, and fell into Tetsuya's red wine. Very fortunate for Akira though, since the red wine splashed on the document that his father was reading.
Everyone gulped nervously as they saw a vein pop on Tetsuya's forehead. Akira backed away.
"Akira." Tetsuya said, his cobalt eyes burning, wanting to kill his son. He can't do so, for his son is intelligent and he needs him in order to dominate the world. Akira bit his lower lip.
"What do you think shall we do in order to still have transactions without the police seeing us?" Tetsuya calmly asked.
Akira smiled. "They had already expected that our base is in Japan, right? I believe that we are not yet recognized in neighboring countries." He said.
The American businessman beside him approved. "Akira is right. The neighboring countries are clueless, anyway."
Tetsuya smiled at his son. "Nice one, Akira. I would appreciate it more if you'll stop playing between meetings, though." Akira smiled at his father.
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Midnight.
It was already midnight, and the full moon shone brightly. Akira Sendoh walked aimlessly along the silent streets of Kanagawa. His formal suit was wrinkled already. After the meeting, it seemed as if he can't sleep anymore. Too much coffee, perhaps, and the other officers seem too sleepy to have another round of Black Jack with him.
A court appeared right in front of him. He smiled and went nearer. He saw another figure, though, that was standing still. The figure seemed to hear his footsteps.
"What are you doing here?" The figure asked, with the icy voice familiar to Akira. He smiled at the figure.
"Walking. How about you? It's a miracle, though, that the sleepy ice prince seem to have insomnia." Akira said, sitting on the bench near him. Kaede turned to him, with the glare and all.
"Do'ahou." He said his well-known phrase.
Akira just smiled. Kaede went near him, and they sat still. The peace they were looking for, after doing the things that they are obliged to do, was ever so present. Unfortunately, it was scarce. A figure wearing a long dark coat like Rukawa's appeared out of nowhere.
"Kaede, aren't you going home yet? You still have classes tomorrow." Touya said, although he was really ordering his son to come with him. Kaede stood up and followed his father.
Soon, Tetsuya also appeared, but this time, Akira heard him. "Who is that, Akira? I didn't see him with you anywhere." Tetsuya asked, sitting at the place where Kaede sat a while ago.
Akira nodded and stood up. "I think I'll go home now."
Tetsuya followed Akira with his eyes. Soon, he couldn't see traces of his son anywhere.
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TSUZUKU (to be continued...)
