A.N. So, this is my new story, one of the Izumo/Kotetsu fics I was talking about. It's gonna be multichaptered, but not as long as "Talk to me". It's an AU, in a bit more modern Konoha, and the guys are policemen. Story is written from Kotetsu's POV. If you have any more questions, feel free to ask. Hope you like; here it is!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and its characters, only this little fic! ;)
Chapter 1 – Smoothly
The sky was covered in dark gray clouds when I arrived at the main gate of the city. Konoha. So that's where they transferred me. Why they transferred me was another question…
The guys at the gates eyed me coldly.
"Welcome to Konoha. Name and reason for coming.", one of them spat out.
"Det. Hagane Kotetsu. I am being transferred from Suna.", I replied.
The guy pulled out some device with a touch-screen, entered the site of the police and asked again:
"Badge number?"
"3536537", I said. The guy entered it and almost immediately nodded.
"Welcome to Konoha, det. Hagane.", he cold guy said. His colleague however smiled to me and nodded to my bike.
"Nice ride. Yamaha?"
"Kawazaki Ninja", I winked, putting on the speed.
I didn't take my time sightseeing – I wasn't here as a tourist, I'd eventually come to know the town enough to make my way through it, since I was forced to live here. I wasn't forced to like it though. I wondered if my apartment was ready – I'd booked it through the internet, so I hoped it was ok. Well, I guessed I'd see in a few hours…
I pulled over at the parking of Police Station № 7, eyeing the grey old building. Tch… boring. Or maybe I was just prejudiced – I already hated the place. Why? It wasn't my home. It was a punishment… for being who I am…
I took one last long (and longing) stare at my black and acid-green beauty – if somebody touched my bike, no matter if they were to be a colleague of mine here, I'd break their neck! I was just going to turn around to face my punishment again, when someone said:
"Detective Hagane, I presume?"
I finally did turn around. Hmmmm… maybe… just maybe… I'd find something good in all that mess…
Such as that fine ass, clad in some pretty tight jeans, and that body, clad in just as tight black T-shirt, that looked like it was made for showing those muscles underneath it. The body had a face too – and what a face! The guy had high cheekbones, straight nose, deep blue eyes and long black hair with some bright red locks, pulled in a ponytail. He was smirking, one eyebrow raised as he caught me staring.
"Just Kotetsu", I muttered. The smirk widened a bit.
"I'm Reiji", he said, hand reaching out to shake mine. I answered the gesture and followed him as he walked inside the police station.
"The guys at the gate called so I went to meet you and show you around. So, this is where we work… I don't know how it was in Suna, but here we work in one big room and all the desks are there…"
"I ain't gonna use mine that much anyway…", I muttered. Reiji only chuckled.
"That's the captain's office", he motioned towards a simple looking door, then towards another one. "The special unit's room; don't go there, they're insane…"
"Huh?"
"Well, most of us here are crazy but those guys are just creepy. Don't put us in the same place – there are policemen and there are ANBU."
"ANBU?"
"The special unit's name. They walk around freely, but when they have a mission they wear masks; so basically no one ever knows who exactly is behind the mask. Might be the guy you talked to yesterday… Anyway, they don't talk with us that much, mostly between themselves."
Reiji made a gesture for me follow him again and walked before me in the long corridor, making himself quite the sight for sore eyes... Suddenly he chuckled.
"Are you checking out my ass, detective?", Reiji asked playfully.
"Is that a problem?", I asked innocently.
Reiji snorted. "If you're asking me if the guys will make it a problem that a colleague of theirs… swings the other way, then – no. They won't, I can guarantee you that. I know it's an issue in most police departments, but not here. And if you're asking whether you have a chance with me, then – no, I'm straight…"
I nodded "Good to know."
Reiji chuckled again, shaking his head, hands on the double doors in front of us – he just pushed them and said.
"So – main room. OUR main room."
It was big alright. And the number of the desks made my head spin. I saw a few guys typing like crazy on the keyboards – were they that strict about reports being on time here? If so – I was lost… Some other guys however were chatting freely, laughing by the vending machine. I even saw two guys throwing a baseball ball. Normal looking guys…
And that's when I saw him.
He wore a casket, backwards, and half of his face was hidden by dark-honey-colored hair. He was smiling amicably to the colleague he was talking with, hands in his jeans' pockets. Said jeans hung low on his slim hips, he wore sneakers. Under the unbuttoned short-sleeved shirt was a T-shirt of a hard-rock band. Heh… exactly my type of guy.
I heard the chuckle and turned to face a grinning Reiji, looking in that guy's direction as well.
"Good luck with him!", Reiji snorted.
"Why, he's not…?"
"Oh, he is. He just doesn't date. Ever."
I smirked cockily. "He'll date me. … What's his name again?"
Reiji laughed again, but answered anyway.
"Izumo. Kamizuki Izumo…", Reiji's gaze suddenly went to the parking lot, through the window, and his smile faded away. "But seeing your vehicle, you really have no chance with him… "
I was about to ask why, when a deafening yell almost broke my ear-drums.
"KAMIZUKI! MY OFFICE! NOW!"
He turned in our direction; his visible eye was deep brown, almost black. He started walking towards us (since the voice came from behind us), not looking as if he was in a hurry. He actually looked like couldn't give a damn.
"New guy, you too!",the voice roared again.
"Uh-oh…", Reiji said, then looked at me again and repeated "Good luck with him!", almost solemnly.
Izumo walked by me and entered the captain's office. I moved to follow him too. Reiji grabbed my arm and we stared at each other.
"A word of advice – do never argue with the captain!"
I nodded, a bit taken aback, entering the office as well. The sign on the door said "Cap. Namiashi Raidou". The guy behind the desk was a big man, tall and heavily-built. He had a scar on the right cheek, as if the skin was burnt, and he looked pissed off.
"Hagane Kotetsu – Kamizuki Izumo. Izumo – Kotetsu. Starting today you'll be partners. Now get the hell outta here!", he just said.
"Wha-", I started, but couldn't finish…
"I don't have partners! There's no way I…", Izumo looked even more pissed off now, and somehow… hurt.
That's when I understood why one should never argue with the captain.
"I SAID HE'S YOUR PARTNER NOW, KAMIZUKI! IT'S AN ORDER, I'M YOUR FUCKIN' CAPTAIN, AND YOU'LL DO AS I SAY IF YOU WANNA WORK HERE! DID I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR DETECTIVE!", the captain, Namiashi Raidou, yelled.
"…Yes, sir.", Izumo gulped, fists clenched hard beside his body.
That's when I understood how important this job was for Izumo…
He really didn't want to work with me. Hell, he didn't even wanna see me! And if his words, expression and clenched fists hadn't showed that already, he made it absolutely clear when we were out of the office. He turned around and hissed.
"I work alone. I don't care what the captain said, just don't get in my way and we'll be alright."
And then he walked away, leaving me dumbfounded.
So, first day at my new working place, my new colleagues and my new life with my new partner who already hated me. Yeah… went "smoothly".