Chapter 2

After the unwanted encounter, I finished up the paperwork for the ammunition from IA and pretty much ran back to my suite despite the rain still pouring down. Kiyoteru and I had to start trying to find that little son-of-a-bitch ASAP and no fucking rain could stop me.

After I got to my hotel, I was puffing like it was a lifeline. I could only imagine the thoughts of the perverts around here, me panting with sweat running down my face would be heaven to them, little old shits.

I walked to the elevator because god knows I'm not going to climb 10 flights of stairs. I hear the ding and surprise hits me when I see Kiyoteru walking out. His eyes locked with mine and he practically forced me into the elevator with him. "You look worried, what's wrong?" He asked, as always, he sees right through me.

"Someone caught me in the exchange. I practically ran back hoping that we could track him down before he told anyone." I wipe the sweat from my face with my coat.

"Okay, do you have anything on him? Sound of voice, appearance?" Kiyoteru pushed up his glasses, ready to take in any information that I could give.

"Well, I saw that he had blue hair, that's all." I step out of the elevator with Kiyoteru once it hits the top story. A small look of relief falls across his features and he nods swiftly.

"Okay, not many people have blue hair, we will naturally assume he is living is The Slums but do you want to extend the search to the good side or no?" We rushed into my suite and Kiyoteru sat in front of my computer, turning it on.

"I think we should extend it, it might take more time but just in case it would be best in this situation." I reply to the question, walking to the kitchen to make coffee, this is going to be a long night and long nights call for coffee. "Want sugar or no?" I call out from the kitchen.

"Sure, it will give me just the kick I need to wake up properly." He replies, I can hear the rapid tapping of the keyboard in the other room and also the sounds of a clicking mouse. I return with the coffee and pass it to Kiyoteru, he supplies a small thanks and then goes straight back to the computer.

After about 3 hours of searching, it's about 6:00 now; Kiyoteru prints out one sheet of paper from the printer and hands it to me. "These are all the living residents of not only our side but the other side of the town that have blue hair. Will you visit them all separately or will you send out cars to them and bring them here?"

I think about my choices for a second and then decide on picking them all up, both Kiyoteru and I need to sleep a little otherwise tomorrow would be hell. "Tell them to bring them all to me by 8:30 and no later. Let's sleep." We both walk over to my bed and take opposite sides. I set my alarm for 8:00 and then fall asleep almost instantly.

*Time skip*

The sharp beeping awakes me from my sleep and I slap my hand over the digital alarm. The bright green lights flash 8:00 and sun rays start pouring in through my window blinds. I turn over and see Kiyoteru in the same state as me, wishing he could go back to sleep.

Kiyoteru sits on the edge of the bad and puts on his glasses. "They'll be arriving soon; you might want to lay out some chairs. And probably some zip locks too." Kiyoteru gets off the bed and immediately walks to the kitchen to start our breakfast. How the fuck can he get up so easily, getting out of bed is not a simple matter.

I sit up groggily and rub my eyes to get rid of the morning blur. Kiyoteru walks over to me with my clothes for today. How did he have time to get that? Wasn't he making breakfast like, just then? I shrug it off and change into what he brought me. A plain red shirt, still pretty tight to show off my muscles, torn black skinny jeans, a long black sleeveless coat, just like my other one but with no grey on it, and last but not least, my red scarf.

I go to the kitchen, following my nose to the smell of bacon. Ah, bacon, a man's food. "Mm, smells nice, want coffee?" Knowing that he'd say yes, I walk over to the coffee machine and start it up.

"No sugar." Well, that means a yes. I begin to make the coffee and Kiyoteru starts dishing up the food, bacon and eggs on toast. He takes the plates over to our table just as I finish the coffee.

We eat together quickly, Kiyoteru doesn't technically live with me, he lives in a room on the 3rd floor, but he tends to stay here more than he stays down there, not that I mind, as a matter of fact it works better for me seeing as I can't cook or clean even if my life depended on it. One time when Kiyoteru wasn't here, I tried to make some of those cheap 2-minute-noodles and I almost burnt down my suite. Since then Kiyoteru never let me in the kitchen except for coffee.

I look at the clock, 8:23. Alright, I have time to put the chairs out. "How many people were on the list Kiyoteru?" I grab out empty mugs and plates and put them in the dishwasher.

"About 30, but I'm pretty sure you would be able to kick a few out instantly if you know what shade of blue the kid had." Kiyoteru scans the paper again and nods.

I set out a few chairs and put the zip locks on a table next to me. "This should be enough chairs right?" I look to Kiyoteru for confirmation and he nods.

"Yes, they should be arriving any minute now." Kiyoteru replies to me and swiftly walks over to the window; he looks out his eyes widen. "Who knew that there were so many different shades of blue hair? Pretty amazing in its own way."

After about 3 minutes, we hear a banging on the door along. I walk up to it and open it with a smile, a wonderful, fake, smile.

"Taka, Ono. Thanks for your services on such short notice. Bring them in and sit them on a seat each, I've provided zip locks on the table." I do a quick skim of the heads and instantly find about 13 who I can let go. My eyes lock with a shorter one of the lot, right at the front; he looks a little panicked but who wouldn't be in this situation? His hair shade and shape was what I'm looking for, but I can't find him guilty immediately for when I did a skim, I did find a few others alike. But either way, the short one at the front was kind of cute, in his own oversized clothes type of way.

I step out of the way as they bring the hostages in. But instead of dragging them in as they usually do, they walked them in…gently?

The one I found cute walked very quickly and sat obediently down in a chair furthest away from me, damn, he's a bit more scared than I thought.

I was just about to observe the first person before I heard a loud repetitive banging at my door. "Who the fuck is it?!" I yell, just a bit irritated that they decided to show up now. I walk to my door and open it to see the manager of the hotel looking worried.

"Akaito, sir, I was doing my daily jobs when a huge mob of blue haired people came into the lobby…?" His voice slowed at the end as he noticed all the blue haired males tied up in my suite. "Oh," were his last words before he practically ran off.

I walked over the very first chair and got a good look at his hair. The shade was a bit off and the shape was too tame compared to the mysterious spy. I look at Ono and shake my head. He wasn't it. Ono then cut off the zip lock and escorted the fortunate man out.

I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye Taka talking to the cute one. "Taka, don't talk to the hostages." I smile, again a fake one, hoping to make the hostages feel more at ease. I mean, only one of them was guilty.

I kept on going, dismissing most of them, only 3 so far had caught my attention and now I'm up to the cutie. I bend down a bit more than I had to with the others due to his fun-sized stature.

I grab his chin and turn it gently to the side, his skin soft and pale. "You're cute." I say sweetly. And all of a sudden, I understood why Taka and Ono were being so nice to the kid.

"Fuck off, pretty-boy!" He yelled, I'm guessing that he didn't realise that he just called me pretty.