Akira: Hoorah, my first fan fic!! : 3 Are you proud, are you proud? : D

Kai: You're doing well, Akira, you just gotta stay confident!

Hal: …..

Akira: ….. :D

Hal: …. QUIT STARING AT ME, USELESS WRITER

Akira: D : Ayaaaaa!! *Hides behind Kai* o

Akira: Enjoy my bad writing. : 3

King: …. ?

Akira: Exactly, King. *Huggles* My first time writing, be nice. I love Switch, and I hope I'm doing them good D :

Hal: Your writing disgraces everyone it touches.

Kai: Hal!

Akira: No no, Kai. It's alright. I was prepared for that. *Inhales deeply*

King: ......

I do not own Switch or any of the characters. If I did, it would be major yaoi time. - o - All I own are King and the story line. Although I doubt I even own that. So I own King. o. o Yah.

King.

Who would call their kid that? Who was it, Mom or Dad? Was it some sick joke? I mean, it's an English name, not even half of my friends can pronounce it well. It's so confusing over the phone. Well, I guess it makes sense. My father was English. But, why King? They told me once, I'm vaguely aware of that.

It doesn't matter anymore. I seem to have forgotten.

Weird. I don't remember Mom and Dad even dying that long ago. How long has it been? One month? Two months? Oh well. Did it matter anymore?

Who was standing in front of me? His glare kind of gave me chills. Glasses? Pfft. Four-eyes. Wait, is he talking to me? Judging by the way his mouth is moving, he is. Oh, yeah, I was caught, wasn't I? Man, what a bummer. Now I'll actually have to go to work. Ahh… That's not going to be fun. I hate sitting at a computer desk all day. It's so not my thing. But lifting isn't my thing either… My arms are so skinny, it kinda seems like they'd break easily.

Yes, break… break like that redhead's neck. Mmm. I hate redheads. Their hair kinda annoys me. Is it natural? Is it dyed? What the hell is it?!

Wait, he's stopped talking now. Apparently, the way he's sending me death rays with his eyes, I'm going to assume I've been asked a question. I guess I should have been listening. What should I do now? I can't just stare like an idiot forever.

"Umm.." I began, tilting my head to the side for added effect. I might as well get my joy out of annoying him. "What was the question again? I seem to have not been paying attention."

His hands slapped down hard on the table, making me flinch backwards. Strands of black hair fell into my eyes, and I had to quickly brush them away.

"Where's the body?"

And why not answer the question? Maybe it was the drugs I had just ingested a few hours ago? The buzz was still there, it was apparent by how much my mind wandered. I knew the answer to this one though.

Pure sport.

A smile crossed my face. Judging by the slight reflection I saw in the two-way mirror behind him, I knew I looked a bit crazy. And why not? It helped me in the long run.

"I. Won't. Tell. You." I said, slowly and sing-song like. Hey, this was fun.

Look at his knuckles!

They're turning white!

Oh, what fun! This was just too easy!!

Almost lunging across the table, he grabbed the collar of my shirt, and lifted me up out of my seat. No surprise. I was short, I was skinny. I was pretty light.

"Where's the fucking body, King?!"

Oh, so that person was important to him? Or maybe he was just frisking me? I closed my eyes, as I smiled serenely.

"They're dead anyways. Why not just arrest me, instead of this useless banter trying to find something useless?"

Silence ensued in the small room. It seemed to drag on forever, before he threw me back down into my chair, making it tilt back a bit. He turned, and went to the door. I decided to end this charade. I hated police stations. And no one could free me from here.

"Koori-Kal Pre-School."

He paused, and turned to look at me, disgust written all over his face.

I could simply smile.

"What? It's not like the kids there know yet. But, you might want to hurry. That person's body is probably going to start stinking up the joint soon enough."

Oooh. Another death glare. He was good at those. They actually gave me chills!!

He left the room, leaving me alone. I sighed, leaning back on the chair, so two legs were off the ground, as I stared at the ceiling. Koorai-Kal. Who the hell came up with that name? …

I looked up, as a man with short black hair came in. Keigo, was it? Yes, I believe so. Kajiyama Keigo. Ah, hate. I can see it.

"Why the hate?" I ask, as if I was just a child. Which, technically I was.

He does not answer. He simply stands me up, slapping handcuffs on me. I wonder which prison I was going to? Oh, how fun it was going to be to break out of it.

------------------------------------------------- 3rd person POV ------------------------------------------

Kurabayashi Hal walked into the cold parking lot. His nerves were wore down with anger at the drug lord. King, a fifteen year old drug lord. Why, he was one of the youngest drug lords, hell probably the youngest, Hal had ever seen! It was not impressive. It was irritating.

"Garbage…" He mumbled to himself.

He stopped, as he heard the engine of a car. Quickly looking, he saw the ever-speeding sleek-black car come… straight at him?

Quickly, he bounced back before the car could hit him. Only one person could have been that stupid, and he was ready to chew them to pieces.

The driver door flew open, as the 'good-for-nothing' redhead stepped out, his goofy grin on his face, as apologies were spewing out.

"I'm sorry, Hal! I was trying to get caught up on the case and I didn't think anyone would be stepping of the side like that…"

Hal sighed. Even though he had originally thought a round of name calling would ensue, he just didn't seem to have the energy to scramble enough brainpower to start yelling at the shorter male.

"Whatever, good-for-nothing…" He mumbled, as he got into the car.

That near run over had also started to bring up some bad memories.

Eto Kai was happy he was not going to be yelled out. He was almost sure when he had seen a flash of blonde in front of the car, that he was going to die that day. Happily, he got into the passenger's seat. Quickly, he grabbed the manila folder containing the files for the case. He left off from where he was….

King Collins, age 15, male, home-schooled until four months ago, when his parents disappeared. Leader of Syndictive, a drug group distributing a number of drugs, including their own personal one, Flower.

Kai frowned at this name. "What an innocent name for a drug…"

Hal was apparently annoyed by that comment. "It's not as innocent as it seems."

With a sigh, Kai put away the information. Even though the folder was filled with many papers, most of them were irrelevant to this case. "I guess you're right…"

By the time they had reached the pre-school, police tape had already been circled around it. The building had been emptied of civilians. Among a ring of police officers, stood Keigo, with King. The small teenager was only about 5 feet 5 inches. Soot black hair covered his face, and reached down his neck. He wore jeans that hugged his legs, and a coat with a fur lined hood. A black shirt peaked out from under the coat. His pupils in his green eyes were as small as grains of rice. He was on drugs.

How saddening… Kai thought, while looking at him. That someone so young could be in so deep.

Before Kai had noticed, Hal was already out of the car. It took Kai a few seconds before he got out. "W-wait up!" He yelled after Hal.

Hal entered the building, and immediately covered his nose. The smell had already began to set in. Near the back wall, two men hacked away at the wall with an electric buzz saw. Hal's eyebrows knitted down.

"In the wall…?"

"Yeah, tricky little bastard, ain't he?"

Hal turned to face Narita Akimune. It was no time to ask him why he was here. This case was country-wide. He wouldn't be surprised if some other Narcotic Agency some one hundred eighty miles away had sent someone.

Hal took out a cigarette, and lit it. "Where could anyone find the time to do it?"

Akimune apparently had no response. "Hell if I know. But, that kid has proven that he can do almost anything. Y'know what I heard what they refer to him as in the 'underworld'?"

Hal wasn't seemingly interested, but Akimune still said it. "They refer to him as God."

Hal found this funny, and chuckled slightly. "What a fucked up God they have."

"No one's perfect. Say, by the way… where's the bubbly one?"

As if on cue, Kai came into the building. He froze, his eyes widening at the smell, before he simply covered his nose and mouth. He walked up to Akimune. "Ah! So the police are here as well?"

Akimune nodded. "Us and the Matori decided it would be best to work together on such a case, then rather fighting each other about it."

Kai seemed to get it. He looked to the wall, where the men with the electric saw were almost done.

"Who was the victim?"

"Rena Nanamura, a waitress at a local bar. It doesn't make sense, though. According to her friends, she was a very secluded person, only keeping a tight circle. And she was completely against drugs."

Hal sighed. "None of their murders make sense. I thought by now you would have tried to quit finding a connection."

With a thud, all three turned. The wall had been cut away. Two police officers pulled out a small wooden box, as a Medical Examiner stood by. With rubber gloves, the police officers slowly opened up the box. The froze, at what they saw inside.

Inside was the head of Rena Nanamura. A note was nailed to her head. It was written on papyrus.

Hal frowned and approached the box. He waited until the police officers were done taking pictures, before he tampered with it. Carefully, he took off the note. He slowly opened it, and began to read. When he was done, he looked up at Akimune.

"Read this."

Akimune was confused, and approached Hal, taking the note. He read it over a few times. "I don't get it."

"I think that was the point."

"Can I read it?"

Both looked at Kai. And the answer was plain on both of their faces. Obviously, they wanted the note to stay as far away from Kai as possible.

"Damn, that's a horrible smell!"

Hal looked up, as Keigo entered the room, with their prisoner. The effects of the drugs seemed to be wearing off, and King was becoming sluggish. His eyes wandered to the ground, tired. Keigo looked at the box, and frowned.

"Where's the rest of the body?"

King seemed confused at this. "The rest? All of it should be there."

Keigo frowned at the boy's voice. "Don't bullshit with us. All there is is the head."

King sighed. "That's all there was of the body."

"What… the hell do you mean?"

King began to swing his arms. "I may of killed her, but that was all. I went home after that. Next day when we were ready to hide her, they only brought me her head. I don't know what my people do with dead bodies, and I would rather not know."

Keigo's eye twitched at that comment.

King looked at Kai, his eyes locking with the red head's. A small smile crossed his lips. "I love your hair."

Kai was surprised at the comment. "Ah… umm… thanks?"

King approached Kai quickly, and stood on his tippy-toes, to whisper into Kai's ear. "I wonder what it would look like, stained in your blood."

Kai's eyes widened. Hal had heard the comment, and quickly pulled Kai away from King. King's smile became sadistic, as a small laugh filtered through the building.

Hal knew that this was simply the beginning, as he looked to the box with the red haired girl's head.

He'd have to keep a close watch on Kai.

Yah, my first time making a story. Tell me how I can make it better, ideas, and other stuff. Mostly ideas. oAo I NEED IDEAS. I have, like, through chapter 5 figured out X D Anyways, Review, I'll enjoy it : 3 Don't bang my story hard D : This was the first chapter, and I was trying to lay out everything. I'm hoping things will begin to smooth out. I'm gonna try and update every other day. If I don't, I'll buy you all Yakisoba noodles. Toodles for now, and I'll get working on chapter two as soon as possible.