(Hooray for chapter 5! Sorry it has taken so long to update this story. Only one more chapter to go! Enjoy~ Thanks to my friend TinyTimcanpy for editing, and thanks to everyone that reviewed and fav/followed!)
In a local police station in France workers were trading off shifts. The sun was just setting and the streets were quieting down. Usually this meant that things were going to be calm in the station. Just the occasional call, but nothing too big that would cause a major disturbance. That is until everyone in their offices could hear yelling coming from the front door.
"Let go of me! We didn't do anything wrong, if anything we were helping!"
The commotion was coming from none other than G. Lampo and Giotto followed behind, Lampo with his head down in embarrassment and Giotto looking as if he had not a care in the world. The three had been visiting the country like they had Japan and many other places. While they were heading in for the night they came across someone getting pick pocketed, and of course Giotto couldn't stand by while it happened. While they were trying to get the wallet back a local law enforcer walked past. All they saw was the trio trying to get the wallet so the officer assumed they were the culprits in all of this.
"I'm telling you you've got the wrong people," the red haired man yelled.
"Just give up G, they aren't going to let us go. "Lampo sighed.
"They definitely aren't going to let us go if you keep yelling and threatening them." Giotto finished.
The officer directed them over to a seating area and took off the cuffs.
"Now I am going to go get my superior; for some reason he wants to talk to you three. Don't try leaving; if you do these guys have permission to shoot you."
"I always thought I was going to get shot because of you. Granted, I thought it would be you pulling the trigger, but I guess this counts." Lampo said looking toward G.
"I wonder why their superior wants to talk to us." the blonde wondered, still not at all worried about being arrested.
"I don't know, but I already don't like him."
"G, you don't like anyone. You don't even like me." the green hair male commented.
"I have reasons for not liking you."
"Like what?!"
"You annoy the hell out of me."
While the two were arguing they didn't notice that a man had walked up to him. He had light blonde hair and blue eyes; the expression on his face was not one of amusement.
"Annoying." Was all that he said.
G stopped his argument and redirected his anger at the stranger in front of him.
"What did you say?!"
"Are you hard of hearing? I called you annoying, I thought you might have been the group I have heard so much about, but that can't be true. I imagined them to be a lot smarter." The blonde answered.
He turned on his heel to walk away, but before he did he looked over to an officer.
"Go ahead and throw them in a cell, they aren't the people I thought they were."
"Wait! What do you mean we aren't the people you thought we were? Who were you looking for?" Giotto stood up and shouted before the man got out of hearing distance.
The man turned his head. "I have been hearing rumors from people I have place in different areas on the continent and they have told me stories of a group of vigilantes that have been going around and 'helping' people. I just wanted to meet them for myself. When my men said that they were bringing in three guys that was going after a guy that is known for pick pocketing I thought it could have been them."
"I see, well I should tell you that you're not wrong."
"Why should I believe you?"
"Well I am sure that your Intel has also told you about the people we have met along the way. Like the Priest Knuckle or the flutist Asari."
The blonde narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, "I have heard of those two in reports."
"See! If I wasn't who I said I was I wouldn't know about them, right? My name is Giotto by the way, what is yours?"
"My name is Alaude. I am in charge of many precincts in this country.
"Well someone has control issues." G murmured.
"And someone has a death wish." Alaude retorted.
"I am just going to come stand by Giotto before you get me killed with you." Lampo shuffled away from G. "My name is Lampo by the way."
"To be honest with you the only one I really want to talk to is Giotto, you two don't seem like you're worth my time."
Lampo stopped walking towards the two men and went back to his place on the bench looking like a hurt puppy. "I just wanted to say hi."
"Even people that don't know you find you annoying." G laughed.
"You're not very tolerable yourself."
"Why you!" the red head stood up.
"G, sit down before you get yourself shot." Giotto warned.
"I hate France." was all he said before sitting down again.
"So what do you plan on doing with us now?" Giotto asked after his friend calmed down.
"From what I can tell your sense of justice has done good things for area you live in. Because of this I will allow you to go, but don't give my people a reason to bring you back in here. I won't be so considerate next time."
"Thank you so much. I promise we won't get in your way again. Maybe we can work together sometime?"
"I wouldn't count on it; I prefer doing things my own way." With that Alaude continued his on his way out of the building.
"Well he was just lovely." Lampo said in a sarcastic tone.
"Can we just get the hell out of here? I am tired of this place." G complained.
"Yeah we can go. I think from now on when we go places I am just going to leave you two at home. You get me into too much trouble." Giotto sighed.
All G had to say to that was, "Good."
