Freya: … uhm… I know I shouldn't be doing this since I haven't even updated Spiral 2 yet… but… blame John Legend… he made the song… (sits in the corner)
Warning: … might wait for uploads, who knows?? Uhm, real warnings? An entirely new Kiyo-dom… don't worry he's still cool… in my perspective… (which is a very warped world)
Freya: to those who will review, please don't be afraid to flame me… I might deserve it… just pray that I may someday have the courage and means to upload!
...4:03 pm… NARUMI SUITE
"…Say that you stay a little… Don't say bye bye tonight…"
Kiyotaka Narumi stretched out on the long black couch, snapping his fingers to the beat. His CD-player rested on his chest, rising in time with his breath.
"…Say you'll be mine… just a little bit of love is worth a moment of your time…"
Too caught up in the song, he didn't hear the opening and closing of the door, and the sound of footsteps coming towards him.
Brown eyes narrowed at him and a hand reached out for his headphones.
"…knocking on your door just a little… so cold outside toni- What the- Ayumu!" he cried as the brunette glared at him, holding his CD-player in his hand.
"You will be knocking on doors tonight if we don't get a call. The money we got from getting rid of Yutaya's(1) dwindling out." Ayumu Narumi said.
The older of the two shook his head. "You know brother dearest, there's a saying that would fit well here… the problem is you're already walking away just wheni 'm about to say it!" Kiyotaka said as his younger brother rounded the corner, heading for the kitchen.
Honestly, the kid could use some time to relax. Ever since they'd started the 'business' he'd been constantly trying to take charge of things, as he claimed that Kiyotaka didn't. 'He's trying to be the man of the house.' Kiyotaka thought.
Their father had died when Kiyotaka was 13 and Ayumu was a child of 7(2). He easily understood his father was gone, after all, a fan of Sir Poe(3) should already have a broader aspect of death. He never cried at his funeral. No one was surprised.
What surprised them was Ayumu's reaction. The 7-year-old had dressed himself on the day of the funeral, walked alongside his older brother in silence, and in that same silence placed a blood red iris on Narumi Saitou's(4) coffin.
When they came back home, their relatives swamped them, feigning compassion and sympathy to the two boys. Kiyotaka ordered them out of the house. The will had been written, read again and again and there was no mistake. Narumi Saitou and Narumi Akane had willed everything to their two children. They had named Kiyotaka the sole heir to the house, and made it so that no one could touch their property without his blessing.
Their relatives left them, some sneering, some cursing. But he and Ayumu stayed in the house for a mere 2 weeks and then left it. No one was allowed inside, for even the Mayor respected the Narumi's will and refused to have it broken down.
"Those boys will come back." He'd said.
They were gone for 9 years. Now they had both grown, and had become top-notch assassins. Kiyotaka noticed the change that had occurred in his brother 9 years ago and up to this day, had not yet passed.
He sighed. In a nutshell, HE was the younger, lazier, more content brother, and Ayumu was the older, more serious, more worrisome brother. Ah, life!
"Now, I take it that you want me to search for new customers, am I right, Otouto?" Kiyotaka asked, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen where his brother was currently 'lounging'. If lounging meant typing away in his laptop like the blurry August wind.
"Sou, as I've told you the payment from getting rid of Yutaya is down to 1.5 gran. We need a higher pay check the next mission… I'm trying to search for anyone missing or has the need to be so." Ayumu said, eyes plastered to the glowing screen.
"Dear brother, haven't I told you that all we have to do is wait and everything will turn out fine?" was the older Narumi's parting words before he picked up the phone on the counter and idly sat down on the chair.
"Hello? Narumi residence, how can we help you?" he said. "You sound like the pizza guy." Ayumu muttered under his breath.
"Uh-huh… of course… now,now, don't cry miss… yes… of course. We'll be there. Your name miss? … Shohei Madoka(5)… right, right. 'Yonara." And the phone went down with a click.
"Well, Brother dearest, I have found, with absolutely no effort at all, a new customer willing to pay 8 million yen for the sake of her shimmering jewelry. Her name is Shohei Madoka and she wants us present at her party on Thursday, 8 pm. Formal clothes only." The olive-green eyed man said, moon walking to his room.
Ayumu barely glanced up before he glared. '… Kiyotaka…'
…5:46 pm… SHOHEI MANOR
Shohei Madoka cantered up and down her lush manor steps, worry evident. Her red gown had prevented her several times of this action, so she decided to hold it up with her hands as she paced.
"I don't think that's a proper thing to do for a lady, Miss Shohei." She looked up to see a man with dark brown(6) hair and olive-green eyes looking at her.
She blushed and let the folds of her dress fall to the floor and bowed slightly. "And I presume you are Mr. Narumi Kiyotaka?" she asked.
Kiyotaka nodded, walking over to her. Once there, he gently raised her hand to his lips and kissed them lightly. He smiled up at her, who was apparently going red at the dainty act of chivalry.
"…Uhm…"
"So, Shohei-san, what's the reason for your call?" he suddenly asked.
Madoka coughed and regained her composure she thought was lost at the sight of this wonderfully mysterious man. (a/n: swirly eyes.)
"As I've said before, Kiyotaka-san, I think that my precious and extremely valuable possessions are in danger of being stolen. My friends have had that same thing bother them, and well, we have the same interests. Call it paranoia, but I am serious.
The raids happening all over the city were enough to convince me that my jewelry might be the next victim. In turn, my friends and other acquaintances have their own measures to protect their belongings and well, I was hoping you'd accept." She blushed afterwards, smiling sheepishly at him.
"Of course I would. If I were a cop, Shohei-san. But as you know, my business deals with the certain elimination of 'unnecessary' people in the society, hidden or not, but most often important." Kiyotaka said, or more precisely, explained. There, in a nut shell, was their beautiful exhilarating life.
"…but… a decision has been made. Someone has to kill those jewel thieves… and who better than you?" Madoka asked tentatively. Why, oh why did she have to ask him to come right then and there???
Olive-green eyes studied her for a mere half-second before a sigh escaped Kiyotaka's lips. "Very well then. The boundaries between an assassin and a cop have now been blurred, Shohei-san. I hope we don't have to hold you responsible. Ayumu and I will be here on Thursday, as promised. Are you sure yur jewel thieves will be here as well?"
The raven-haired lady nodded. "Positive. They sent me a note…"
At that she showed him a small card, decorated with miniature golden roses and smelled faintly of lilac. It read:
"Beyond unseemly things you shall find glittering jewels fit only for our hands… be ready for the sorrow of having your precious gems stolen by their true owners… the full moon will play witness to your tragedy and our success…sincerely…"
"…Jewel Thieves…"
Freya: well??? Any comments?
1 : Yutaya : a CEO of a very powerful company… dead…
2 : 7 : I consider the Narumi brothers to be 6 years apart…
3 : Sir Poe : Sir Edgar Allan Poe… master of mayhem and murder… my favorite…
4 : Narumi Saitou : I consider this to be their father's name…
5 : Shohei Madoka : … considered by me to be her maiden name…
6 : dark brown : correct me if I am wrong… I believe his hair is dark brown…
Freya: please do review…