AN: After doing a lot of thinking, I've started on this new story. The story is AU and features the Terrorist couple. In this story, there was no "sensei" or no Miyagi who was once married to Risako. Just Miyagi and his life as a police officer. I hope it's fine.
Warnings: Contains strong language. The rating may change in the future, if I decide to put lemons.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Junjou Romantica or anything to do with Junjou Romantica!
Trained police officer, Miyagi Yoh, had professionally completed a wide variety of tasks. He caught numerous criminals during his time, and in turn was at the top of the police squad.
He was now on his way to see his boss after receiving an important call, saying that he had been given a new mission. Miyagi had done many kinds of missions, whether life threatening or not.
Allowing no criminal to ever escape, Miyagi loved his job. Whether he has to spend all day catching a robber, be a secret bodyguard for weeks, or even play as some kind of spy, each day was filled with a new adventure that he always looked forward to.
Parking his police car outside the police station, Miyagi put out his cigarette and entered the building, heading toward the direction to his boss's office. He knocked on the door a few times and heard a familiar voice telling him to come in from the other end. Slowly twisting the silver doorknob, Miyagi swung the door open and stepped in, greeting the boss as he did so.
"Hello, officer Miyagi. Thanks for arriving on time, as usual," his boss said, smiling kindly. Miyagi smiled back and sat down in a black chair on the opposite end of a desk in front of his boss.
"So, what's the new task?" Miyagi asked, cutting straight to the point. He was hoping for some kind of dangerous and excitingly daring mission.
"I would like you to be a bodyguard for somebody particularly special," the boss said, leaving a somewhat disappointed Miyagi. "To be honest, the person who you'll have to protect isn't very fond of the idea at all. But I hope you'll be able to put up with his childish bickering."
"How old is this client?" Miyagi curiously asked.
"He's an eighteen year old university student. To be more specific, he's my one and only son. That's why I've called you for this job. We don't know how dangerous my son's situation may or may not be, but I can't afford to send anyone but the best of the best to protect him from any harm," his boss said, with a chuckle.
"Oh, I didn't know that you have a son. Is he also going to become a police officer someday?" Miyagi asked. It always sparked his interest to see a young man devoting himself to help fellow citizens.
"I'm not sure. He's taking law in university but that's all he has bothered to tell me."
"Well, what does he need a bodyguard for? Is he being targeted?"
"That's a possibility. We have very limited information regarding the whole situation. We have no idea who it might be or if there's more than one person involved. We also haven't a clue as of what anyone would want Shinobu for. Anyway, you go to his apartment and see if you can manage to spill some information out of him. I wanted him to come back home, where it'll be more safe, but he's in his rebellious phase and gaining independence, it seems," The boss sighed, shaking his head with the thought of his son.
The older man then quickly dotted down the teen's address on a scrap piece of paper and handed it to Miyagi who gratefully accepted it.
"All you have to do is try to catch whoever might want my son, and I'll give you a very rewarding bonus."
Miyagi didn't mind working with minors, though there weren't many cases that involved Miyagi with them. As long as this Shinobu kid wasn't some brat, Miyagi would be able to tolerate this.
After bidding farewell to the boss, Miyagi left him to do his work and made his way to Shinobu's apartment building.
When Miyagi reached the place, he was stuck. The door to the building was locked and when he buzzed "Takatsuki Shinobu" on the apartment buzzer, he received no response. Inside the building, there was absolutely nobody in sight.
Sighing, Miyagi turned around to wait in his car but stopped when he saw someone whom was carrying a few bags of groceries approach the building. Miyagi couldn't make out anything about the person since they wore baggy clothing, a hood over their head, a scarf covering his face, and dark sunglasses which completely tinted their eyes.
When the suspicious-looking individual approached the building, they placed a bag of groceries on the ground and reaching into their pocket, pulling out a key. They quickly opened the door and picked up their groceries again, holding the door open for Miyagi to take.
Miyagi awkwardly smiled and grabbed the door, letting the person go in first. The strange person walked in, followed by Miyagi who stopped to look at the address written on the scrap sheet of paper. Room 150, first floor, it read. Miyagi looked around and noticed a sign pointing to the left, which read, Rooms 100-150.
Miyagi headed in that direction, noticing the strange individual also walking down that hall. Miyagi sighed when the first room in that hallway was room number 100, meaning that room 150 is probably at the very end.
They both walked for an awkward few minutes, neither one of them going into any of the passing rooms until the person suddenly stopped, just meters away from room 150, nearly causing Miyagi to bump into them.
"Are you following me?" the person asked, voice indicating that he was a young male. The question startled Miyagi. He wasn't used to suspicious-looking people asking him questions like that as though Miyagi were the suspicious one. Especially since he was wearing his cop uniform.
"What? No, I–"
"We're pretty much at the end of this hallway, yet you still didn't go to any apartment. You know that there's no exit this way, right?" the guy asked, spinning around to face Miyagi.
"No, I'm sure I'm heading in the right direction. Room 150 is right over there, right?" Miyagi asked, narrowing his violet eyes. Couldn't this person see he was a cop?
"You have no business with room 150," the guy firmly said.
"I'm an officer."
"Yeah. What of it?" the man asked, as if itching for a fight. Miyagi's brow twitched, angrily.
"It means that I can go wherever the hell I need to go. Now if you'll excuse me, I can't waste anymore time talking to you," Miyagi said, attempting to pass by the rude person, who stepped sideways to block his path.
Miyagi intensely glared down at the guy for a moment, who had his head tilted upwards, probably glaring right back at Miyagi.
"I don't know what you're trying to do, but opposing an officer can get you into a lot of trouble, so why don't you back off?" Miyagi said, itching to see what this person looked like underneath those clothes.
"I don't think so," the person bluntly stated, not moving an inch. At this, Miyagi frowned and abruptly lifted his hand to pull the person's hood back, revealing blonde hair.
The guy reflectively jumped back, causing his sunglasses to fall off his face when he did so. The boy looked somehow frightened, even after all that tough talk, staring at Miyagi with very wide, grey eyes.
"Takatsuki... Shinobu?" Miyagi asked the kid, who had the same grey eyes as his boss.
"What do you want?" Shinobu demanded, turning from slightly frightened to angry again.
"Look, calm down, kid. I'm officer Miyagi Yoh, your new bodyguard. Hasn't your father told you?" Miyagi asked, reaching down to pick up the fallen sunglasses. Shinobu blinked twice, gawking at the 'new bodyguard.'
"Are you serious? I thought my father was joking when he said that I'll be getting a bodyguard!" Shinobu sighed in frustration, running a hand through his hair after dropping a bag of groceries. "I don't need your help. You can leave," Shinobu said, picking the bag back up and turning around to his apartment.
Miyagi followed him as Shinobu unlocked the door and opened it.
"I said that you're just wasting your time! You can keep those sunglasses!" Shinobu angrily shouted.
With his hands occupied by carrying bags, Shinobu couldn't retreat when Miyagi grabbed him around the waist and carried him, single handedly, into the apartment and closed the door with his other hand. Shinobu was outraged.
"W-What the hell? Put me down, bastard!" Shinobu shouted, dropping the groceries as Miyagi invaded Shinobu's home. "Get the fuck out of my apartment! No one said you can do this!" Shinobu exclaimed, trying to wriggle free from Miyagi's tight hold.
The stronger man approached Shinobu's couch and roughly tossed the frazzled teen on top of it. The scarf Shinobu was wearing fell from his face, allowing Miyagi to be able to get a clear image of how this person looked like for the first time. To be honest, the kid wasn't bad-looking– not at all, actually. Though, he could have looked better if he were smiling.
"Brat," Miyagi remarked, tossing Shinobu's sunglasses on his expensive-looking glass coffee table. "First of all, your father gave me permission to come. Secondly, you do need me here. Do you even realize how easily I was able to make my way through here? You're lighter than you think you are," Miyagi said, folding his arms across his broad chest.
Shinobu scowled at the comments made by some guy who thought he could just step all over him. "My father doesn't live here. I do. Therefore, I make the choices of who can come here or not," Shinobu stated.
Miyagi just stared at the brat for a moment until he decided to glance around the apartment. It had a plain layout and was only filled with furniture... though the furniture appeared too expensive to be bought by a mere student.
"I imagine your father pays for your rent," Miyagi stated.
Not receiving a response from the boy who merely narrowed his already glaring eyes, Miyagi assumed his assumption was correct.
"You brat. If you're not the one who actually pays for this place, then technically it's not your choice who can come here or not. Geez, where did you get your rude behaviour from, anyway?"
"Shut up! Get lost or something! I don't need you here at all! I can take care of myself!" Shinobu yelled, standing up, only to be pushed back down by Miyagi. Shinobu furiously gritted his teeth, clenching his tight fists. Miyagi sighed.
"I can tell you don't like me. Honestly, I don't like you either. But the boss tells me there's something up. Can't you just explain to me a little about your situation? The sooner you tell me, the sooner I can leave and we'll all be happy again."
"How about you just go and become some other person's bodyguard? Y'know, someone who may actually need one!" Shinobu shouted, like the brat he was making himself out to be.
"You mean like you?"
Shinobu grimaced for a second, then slumped down in defeat. Miyagi smirked and crouched down in front of the boy.
"It won't be that bad. We just got off to a bad start. It's almost lunch time– why don't I treat you?" Miyagi offered, trying to make the best of this situation. Shinobu silently groaned to himself, until he signed.
"I can make lunch. I just got some groceries. They're in the bags that I dropped," Shinobu mumbled. Miyagi smiled and got up to fetch the said grocery bags.
That would be cheaper than treating the kid, though Miyagi was surprised that this kid could even cook, considering how his dad basically spoiled him with the apartment.
Miyagi handed Shinobu the bags and the boy reached inside them, taking out a whole cabbage. Miyagi blinked when Shinobu took out another cabbage... and then two more cabbages in the other bag.
"What's... with all the cabbages?"
"There was a sale," Shinobu blankly mentioned, standing up and bringing one of them to the kitchen.
"Hey, I hope you don't mind if I check out your apartment. I need to see things like how many ways someone can possibly break in here and other stuff like that," Miyagi said. Shinobu stalled for a second.
"... Fine. Do as you please. But if I notice anything missing, don't be surprised if my father fires you," Shinobu coldly threatened. Miyagi decided to brush it off and went down a small, stubby hallway. He opened a door and peered inside.
It was clearly Shinobu's bedroom. The bed looked fit for a king, there was a wide-screened TV planted on the wall, the dresser looked like it was quite sturdy, and it had quite a nice rug placed in the centre of the spacious bedroom.
Miyagi stepped inside and stared at the walls, then blinked when he noticed a picture hanging on Shinobu's wall. He stepped closer to curiously examine it.
It was a framed picture of a little glaring boy with his parents and sister. The boy in the picture looked like a mini-Shinobu; it probably taken when that brat was about five years old or so.
'So this is what the boss looked like when he was young, eh? Where did he find such an attractive wife? I didn't know that the boss had a daughter...' Miyagi thought as he stared at the picture. So many discoveries.
Miyagi decided to check out the rest of the place, closing the bedroom door as he left. He entered the room across from it, which was obviously the bathroom. There was a very small window in the shower, but nothing big enough to be able to enter through. Well, at least now Miyagi knew where the bathroom was.
The officer closed that door as well, and realized that that was all of Shinobu's apartment, aside from the kitchen and living room. Miyagi walked back to where he had left the brat and glanced over the kitchen counter, just in time to see Shinobu cook.
The kid was holding a sharp blade in his hand before frantically chopping the poor cabbage head into what could've possibly been thousands of tiny pieces. Miyagi was stunned when Shinobu sloppily grabbed the pieces and slapped them into a frying pan, rapidly flipping them as they loudly sizzled in the pan.
What amazed Miyagi all the more was when Shinobu hovered over it and seemed to be muttering a dark, ancient spell. The blonde boy was expressionless all the while, and then grabbed a bottle, pouring what seemed to be waaaaay too much into the pan, which quickly busted in flames.
"Turn off the damn heat! You'll set your place on fire, idiot!" Miyagi shouted, rushing over to Shinobu's aid.
Miyagi quickly turned off the heat and grabbed the pan from Shinobu and blew it, putting out the flames. Shinobu stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the steaming pieces of burnt char.
"..."
"Do you even know how to cook?" Miyagi asked, averting his gaze from the food to Shinobu.
"What's there to know about it? You just gotta chop it up, cook it and eat it," Shinobu stated with a huff. Miyagi ran a hand through his hair and placed the frying pan down onto a burner.
"You... are certainly a strange one, aren't you?"
Shinobu scowled and glared at Miyagi.
"Why don't I treat you to lunch?" Miyagi offered, for the second time that day.