"So...are you going to give us your answers yet?"

The police office. Makoto was in a special room where people usually had talks with criminals. Sitting face-to-face with a police detective, Makoto was sweating bullets.

"I-I... don't know anything...haha..."

"You are really a bad liar."

"I am not lying! I didn't do anything illegal!"

The man sighed, looking at him.

"Listen...there is no way that you will 'accidentally' wander towards one of the Kuzuryu clan's special garages and meet up with your friend."

Makoto's sweat was getting intense. Unknown to him, his hand crawled towards his neck, where a Golden necklace in a K shape was resting. That's when an idea stuck in his head.

"A-Actually..." Makoto raised his hand.

"Hm? Finally in a talking mood, kid?"

"I have a right to make a phone call."

The police officer's expression changed from rough to angry. He sighed as he handed Makoto a cell phone.

"Better call your parents and tell them that you will be late for dinner... for around 5 months." Officer said before exiting the room.

Makoto immediately took his necklace out.

"It might be a stupid idea, but..." He flipped the necklace, seeing the numbers written on it.

Not wasting any time, he started to type down the numbers on his phone. It was surprising that he remembered about it just now. Of course, Harry, the man who gave this necklace to him, said that he would solve any problem if Makoto ever called him, but would he be able to free him? That was the main question for right now.

The call started.

"Hello, the helping bureau; state your emergency." The voice on the phone said

Makoto was startled and decided to talk.

"Hello...umm...one person gave me these numbers saying that you will solve my problems... I am now in the police office and..."

"I am sorry, sir, but I think you called the wrong number." The voice said clearly stating that she wanted to hang up, but Makoto stopped her.

"W-Wait! Umm... Oxfords, not Brogues?"

Silence. The long silence lasted for a good 10 seconds until the voice spoke up again.

"Your request is confirmed. Thank you for your call." With that said, the call ended.

Makoto was confused by what just happened. It sounded like they really could do something about it. Well, he was in a police office. A police organization that works for a nation. If that's the case, does that mean the people he called a moment ago are more influential than Japan?

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"Huh?"

"Want me to repeat? You are free to go, kid."

Makoto's sweat dropped; he really was free to go.

"I don't know who you called, but man, it turns out you've got some solid background, brat." The police officer sipped his coffee as he motioned for Makoto to get out. "Now go. My pay is way too low to deal with this."

And with that said, Makoto was freed.

A sweat rolling down his forehead, he shook and looked towards his necklace.

"What the hell?" Said the brown-haired boy before getting out of the police headquarters.

His head was flowing with different kinds of thoughts. He never expected to be arrested in the first place. Nonetheless, there was another issue—he didn't return home last night. Hopefully his mother had a night shift, but the problem is...his little sister. While she was a little sister, you couldn't exactly say she acted like one. After all, she was taller than Makoto, and unlike her naive and pure brother, she was rather mature, which led to her being more of a big sister. The amount of care she showed for her brother was big enough to be confused about whether she loved him as a brother or as a person, but Makoto was way too dense to understand that.

"I hope that Komaru didn't notice..." He said finally decided to open his phone after 50 missed calls. A sweat ran down his pale skin. She's going to bombard me with tons of questions," He said.

"Feeling good, young man?"

A sudden voice made him stop. He looked back towards the wall, only to see a person in a fancy suit and with the British features of a gentleman.

Makoto smiled. "Yeah, just some problems with family, haha."

The man raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm. I hope everything will go well, Mister Makoto."

Yes, you are right, huh??" His mind stopped. Did he ever introduce himself to a man before his eyes? Obviously not, yet the man knew him. "How do you know my name?"

The man looked at his watches to confirm the time before giving his answer. "The reason behind me knowing your name is the same as your knowing the numbers you called right now."

"Huh? You mean..."

The man softly smiled.

"It's been a while, Mister Makoto Naegi."

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"I can't believe I met you again, Mister Harry!" Makoto said while he was cleaning some cups from alcohol and beer.

Makoto decided to invite Harry, the man who gave him the necklace, to the Daily Drink pub.

"Me too, Makoto, though I am surprised."

The brown-haired teen who was questioned looked at Harry.

"Surprised? By what?"

"By the fact that you are working at this early age."

"Ah, no fuss about it really. Just a good job with good payment on time." Makoto said while his eyes looked down for a moment. "Things got tough after my father's death... I don't want my mom to work her entire life just for us."

Harry looked at Makoto with a soft smile. After all, it was a respectable thing to do.

"I admire you for that, Makoto; a real gentleman would never let a woman work for himself, even if it's his own mother."

"Haha, thank you, but I am no gentleman at all." Makoto said as he poured Harry a cold cup of beer. " Here. The beer is on me."

Harry gratefully took the cup.

"Thank you, Makoto; that's thoughtful of you."

"No, no, I am the one who is grateful for you saving me from the police, though I wonder how you did it."

Harry took a sip of beer before looking towards Makoto.

"That's not really important; however, I am surprised. You are a student of Hope's Peak."

"I doubt that I deserved the invitation... I was just lucky after all."

"Hmm. Luck is actually a good thing if you give it a thought."

"Yes, it is, but I am more of an unlucky person than lucky. My boss even jokingly calls me a ladybug, haha."

"A ladybug?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, she says that in legend, Ladybugs are the Insects who pulled all misfortune to themselves so people around them would be more fortunate."

"Hm... that's an interesting legend. I mean, guessing from the reason of how you ended up in the police office, you pretty much caused fortune to your friends, getting all misfortune to yourself."

"Haha, that's too much... I doubt that I was useful enough to them."

They talked about various topics, and most were about Makoto's life in Hope's Peak.

"Guessing from your stories, I bet your classmates really do like you."

Makoto scratched the back of his head.

"Haha, well, I love them too! They are all really great and talented, and also my senpais... They don't get along with my class, but I am trying to make them friendly."

"That's an admirable thing to do, Makoto. I bet your father will be glad to see how fine of a gentleman his son became."

Makoto shrugs.

"We wouldn't know...will we?" Makoto's tone became sad for a moment. Did Harry notice it or did he not? That is a mystery for now. "And beside, I'm not really a gentleman."

Harry takes another gulp of the beer he received. "Modesty is one of the gentleman's traits. And I am sure your dad will be glad. After all, I just realized that if not for your father, I would not have made it in one piece."

"So you were also a soldier?"

"Indeed. And your father and I were in the same unit, in a way. Satoru was not only promising but kindhearted as well. I could see his presence in you, young Makoto."

"I am glad that you think I am like my father. Things were hard after his disappearance, and I tried my best to live according to his advice given in my childhood." A soft smile appeared on Makoto's face.

"Hmm. I bet you wanted to join the army like your dad."

"Yes." Makoto nodded silently.

"Than...what caused you to decline this choice?"

"Well, Mom and my little sister held up quite a ruckus after hearing that. I was kind of forced out of there."

Harry calmly looked at Makoto.

"It might have been tough, but again, it seems that you weren't motivated on this either."

"I...you are right. I wasn't really motivated to be a soldier."

"If you excuse me, can you please explain why?"

Makoto poured himself some cold water and gulped it down in an instant.

"You see, I hate killings. Even if it means protecting someone, a murder, a killing, or any other sort of death-driven thing is not always an option. Being a soldier means nothing but a set of rules against my own free choice. I don't know how to say it, but...I actually want to be a person who saves any life regardless of circumstances. I want to infuse hope in people."

Harry adjusted his glasses. He wasn't sure, but for a split second, Makoto's eyes lit up with intense light—an intense light that was brighter than the sun. Was it the so-called embodiment of Hope in a person's life?

"You sound like you want to be a superhero."

"No, Superheroes defeat villains, while I want to give them a second chance and change them."

"This is indeed a good dream, but what if villains end up Killing someone you like?"

"Huh... I never gave it a proper thought, actually, but if it ends up like this, I will most likely hate them, but still, I will try to fix them."

"You are a hopeless optimist, aren't you?"

"People say that a lot, actually. There were many times that I was scolded for that."

Makoto and Harry continued talking about various topics. Makoto learned that Harry, after serving in the army, became a tailor in London. It wasn't much of a surprise considering his outfit.

Harry, at the same time, learned a lot about Makoto's character. The elegant man understood that Makoto was a pure-hearted fella who wouldn't be able to harm even a fly—a hopeless optimist in a way.

Just as they were talking, suddenly the door to Daily Drink was wide open as a bunch of unknown men entered.

"Yo, Makoto!"

Makoto's face paled, and Harry noticed that quickly.

"Your friends?" Harry asked with a sideways look.

Makoto weakly shook his head.

"L-Loan..."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Loan?"

Makoto gulped.

"They are Loan Sharks."

It didn't take a genius to figure out what was about to happen.

"Makoto, my man! I missed you so much!" The dark-skinned man with yellow hair said this, putting his hand over Makoto's shoulder.

"It is also nice seeing you, Araki-san."

Araki, the dark-skinned man, burst into laughter.

"Oh man, I missed you! You know that I have a daughter your age?"

"R-Really?"

"Yeh! Yeh! And I was faced with quite a pain in the ass lately."

Makoto didn't like the atmosphere and Araki's goons surrounding them.

"I want to find a husband for her. You know what I mean?"

"N-No...?"

"Ah man, look, you owe us quite a bit of money, don't you?"

Makoto's eyes widened.

"But I gave you all—"

Araki placed his finger on Makoto's lips.

"Shh. Makoto, nowadays everything has an interest tag on it, and even the money you loaned to us has one as well."

"..."

"But worry not! I've got a solution." Araki lowered his head to face Makoto. "My daughter...she is a good girl with perfect personality and good taste in fashion...so good that it pains my wallet...but I've got a problem, you see...I can't find a suitable guy for my precious daughter!"

"H-Huh?"

"All those guys around are such fools. All they care about is money, sex, and nothing at all. However, Makoto is an awfully nice guy. You even paid your debt on time and had awfully good manners. You left quite an impression on me and the guys. So I thought, You would be a perfect candidate for my precious Daughter."

Makoto was at a loss for words. This guy, Araki, was literally trying to force Makoto to marry his daughter.

Makoto was sweating, not knowing what to say.

"But I don't think I am that good of a husband for her... I-I mean, I am dirt poor and..."

"You think that I care only for money? Hahaha! Makoto, I have a multimillion loan company; do you think things like money were ever a problem for me? I just think you are quite a good candidate for my daughter."

"We don't know each other yet."

"I can organize a date for both of you."

Makoto didn't know what to do, but help did come in the end.

"I am extremely sorry, gentlemen, but I think you are making quite a ruckus for my friend over here." Harry spoke up.

Araki's goons all looked at Harry with a strict look.

"Huh? Who the fuck are you?"

"I am just a person who wants to continue drinking beer in silence, and you are a person who disturbs it."

"Aha! Hahaha! You are a funny guy, but... better fuck off as I am talking with my future son-in-law." Araki's face had a popped-out vein on it.

Makoto was quick to interfere.

"He is right, Mr. Harry. That is my problem. I don't want to cause trouble."

Harry looked at Makoto for a long time.

He then stood up.

"Hmm. If you say so."

Harry said while was already near the exit.

But he wasn't going out.

Instead...

"Manners."

Harry locked the first lock.

"Face."

The second lock was closed.

"Men."

The third and last lock was finally closed as he looked back towards Araki and his goons with his Umbrella on his hands.

"These three things are the embodiment of all gentlemen in the world."

He grabbed the empty beer cup with the handle of his umbrella as

SWISH.

It flew towards one of Araki's goons, breaking against his head into hundreds of small pieces.

Crash.

The man fell.

Harry adjusted his glasses as he rolled his umbrella between his fingers.

"So, gentlemen, will we stare at each other or will we start to fight?"

He said it with a smirk.

Whoaaaaah! Finally finished with the third chapter. I hope you liked that and are not bored with this fic. I highly hope

It took me some time to fully come up with the upcoming plot, but I think I decided... Makoto, while being taught in Kingsman, will not be part of it. I don't want to spoil much, but I think it will be good if Makoto becomes someone like a vigilante who, instead of killing criminals, helps them become more humane rather than punishing them for their crimes.

The concept of Makoto is similar to Thorfin's, with the idea that 'I have no enemies'.

Also, if you think this idea is bad, you are free to give your suggestions. In fact, I am struggling with the plot, so if you want to help, you are more than free to leave a comment about what you want to see in the future.