Dengeki Daisy Fanfiction

Blue Daisy

Ch. 3 Housing Situations

-HIS-

To be honest, there wasn't much to do at the time and the idea of having to scrounge up work was an unnecessary hassle. The rest of the crew was already hustling over to join me at base and I didn't feel like exerting any more effort than I had already had to, to crack through various company's online firewalls. Five to be exact. Being a hacker was a pain in the ass.

The butt of my cigarette had burned through clean and would fall off and burn me if I didn't switch it soon, but I took no notice. Leaning back in an older worn-out suede couch with my laptop I positioned it to where the light reflected off my glasses. My eyes skimming the top of the blacked out screen with tiny white pixels.

Subject: R&D (Read and Destroy)

BEE AND FOX BRINGING IN NEW MEAT TODAY.
LEADS ON POSSIBLE KUREBAYASHI FIX.
REPORT BACK IF NECESSARY

It was short and sweet but to the point. The others had found a lead that might bring their team one step closer to getting onboard for the hottest new drug on the market. This was what I had been waiting for.

Knowing those two… I scratched the back of my head in an aggravated gesture. Bee and Fox weren't known for being the most trustworthy of henchmen to bring in a new target this early in their employment. Whatever poor innocent had stumbled into their path was bound to get roughed up.

My shabby apartment was a bit lonesome, and only a couple pieces of furniture really made it less than a box than it already looked. Countless wires were hooked up to the computer monitors and outlets that lined the wall. There were scanners and multitudes of other technical instruments strung about in a lazy manner.

In other words, it was a complete mess.

"YO TASUKU!" They always made an annoying entrance when barging into my apartment. 'Jeez', "what do you think you guys are doing? You're not supposed to deliver to my place, ugh take whoever it is to headquarters, we'll do…" I hesitated, glancing at the limp body slung over Bee's shoulders like a rag. A young girl, in her early 20s? 'What the…'

Bee, a darker-skinned man with scars freckling his body had a sour look on his face today and a stubborn jackass of an attitude to boot. He re-adjusted his sunglasses and tossed the girl on the floor, giving him the ability to scrounge through the refrigerator for any beer or leftovers.

"Don't give me that Tasuku, Master told us to leave her here, some kind of problem down at HQ. There might be spies or some shit going on." Fox pulled his face up in a nasty grin, plunking his body down on the couch besides me. In size comparison, Fox was nothing to Bee, but it was obvious that something thicker than blood bonded those two. Maybe stupidity.

In a flash, Fox clipped the girl's face with his foot, scratching behind his head almost sheepishly as if he was embarrassed. But he continued like nothing was wrong, grinding his foot into her back. "We kinda got carried away at her house dude, you shoulda seen the fun we had in trashing the place. Anyways she didn't put up much of a fight. The rumor about her cell phone was bogus though, nothing but stupid pictures of ugly schoolgirls." He snickered, tossing the phone on the couch as he squatted down, grabbing the girl's face tight and pulling it close to his own.

I shot them both a blood-curdling glare, "get the fuck out of here and stop bothering me. Both of you." I closed my computer screen to address them both but they left in a hurry. There was no reason to threaten them for the girl's sake; in reality they were a just bunch of punks only capable of bullying weaker prey. However, those were the sorts of people that this company targeted, stupid-minded freaks who were easily manipulated.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands and sulking at the big task ahead. Something I had been doing all too often.

The girl still lay on the floor, unconscious for the time being and vulnerable. There was no telling what Fox and Bee had done to her, and I had no doubt in my mind the sickening ideals of those low-life scum. But now she was my burden and I'd have to take care of her. 'Man, what a hassle.' I gently scooped her up and moved her into my bedroom in the other corner of the house, looking at the cuts and bruises she sported on her arms.

"I can tell you're not going to like me when you wake up…" Brushing the hair from her face, I noted the similarities she shared with her older brother. Though I saw the same stubborn face and persistent energy, there was a crease in her brow and overall sadness that set them far apart.

I couldn't help but frown as well as I felt down her arms and legs, luckily nothing had been broken. 'Those bastards, I'll fuck them up if they do something like this again.' This was a tricky situation I had fallen into.

If I let this mission go on for too long I knew that eventually there would be nothing left to do but to give her up. Consequences… casualties… My cover could be blown and either side would gladly kill me on the spot. There really was no winning side that would benefit me.

But nothing was set in stone yet. I could easily use her to my advantage at the moment. And as long as she didn't figure out who I was, she would be safe.

I glared over at the phone on the couch, wondering whether or not her brother had actually put his dark secrets in there. If she really did know about what her brother had been working on his whole life, she would be blacklisted and he would be forced to actually do harm to her.

"Soichiro, she really is your sister. You should have been more careful in not involving her."

-HER-

First thing I noticed was that it was way colder than we normally set the thermostat. Soichiro would have definitely thrown a fit by now if he were still here… alive that is. 'I'm sure heaven is nice and toasty' I mused silently as I pulled the covers closer to my body, still shivering from lack of heat in this goddamn room. Not to mention that it was so bright.

It was morning already?

Had I been dreaming? My eyes tried desperately to open, the sun filtering in and reflecting off my eyelashes in an array of little sparkles. I began rubbing my eyes to try and dust away the sleep that stuck to my eyelids like glue. It felt like I had been asleep for hours.

So it must have been a dream that my apartment had been trashed, I had been kidnapped and that… I tossed the covers off.

A certain uneasy mood gripped me as I tried to stretch my arms, my left arm catching against the handcuffs that kept me chained to the bed frame. I guess it wasn't a dream. "Oh shit."

But there was no need to start screaming and beating the walls just yet. I was alone, but it seemed as though the room had been prepared for having a guest.

I glanced around, taking in the unfamiliar room. The colors were bland, noting that the tenant really had no time for home décor. Besides the bed, there was a random chair with a random sandwich and a bag of chips that seemed to have been left for me (hopefully). The window on the far side had sweeping curtains that let in the sunlight, but also kept me from viewing the outside, and from escaping. It was a prison cell, no more, no less.

I had little to say of what had happened last night, and my face and body felt bruised and swollen from a beating I did not remember. Why was I even here?

This felt like some shit out of a suspense/horror thriller movie where a strong-willed girl wakes up and finds herself having to fight off mafia sharks out to get her fortune. But I had no money, no fortune, so I couldn't possibly be the heroine of the story. So it only left grim details of my demise… I couldn't help but imagine the worst.

The anxiety of it all was enough for me to rip out my hair, pull my teeth, or bash my head against the wall. A thanks to the nobody's who never told me that an active imagination might be my undoing.

As the side door creaked open, I shielded my body as if I could protect myself against whoever this asshole was. I would claw that fucker's eyeballs out faster than a big cat on a gazelle, there was no way I'd let myself become too vulnerable.

But even before he spoke I recognized that snide grin and that bleach blonde hair with a snotty attitude. The man who I barely knew but already hated more than the devil himself.

"Morning you A-cup, whiney schoolgirl. Better stop trying to break the damn bed frame to free yourself or you'll have to pay with your body! You'll address me as K from now on, got it A-cup?"