Call for officers White and Yellow, needed on ... Officers White and Yellow ...

The words could barely be heard over the blaring radio, which smooth fingers quickly turned down and their owner listened intently. It'd been a while since any fun had came up between the two officers.

The radio proceeded to relay a list of instructions leading to a tall, polished apartment complex, the target inside being a suspected gang leader. A major enemy to the police force. "No wonder they called in us...aru..." Yao sighed a bit and removed his sunglasses, the black-brown eyes beneath blinking in the sudden light. The building was, at the least, magnificent; several statues of Chinese-styled lions rested along a koi pond, and the complex itself had an Oriental feel to it. Yao gasped in delight, just hardly being able to restrain himself from running over and exploring the grounds. But his adventure was cut short by a police car similar to his own pulling up next to the object of similarity, the only difference being a yellow streak on his own whereas the new one had a white streak. "Kiku, come check this out!" Yao shouted over to the car's owner as he turned off the flickering blue-and-red lights. "I'm coming, just wait a moment." The Japanese man stated bluntly, stepping out of the car and stretching a bit. His tilted eyes widened a bit at the sight of his fellow officer in his thigh-high shorts. No matter how often he saw Yao in them, it just never really was a thing you got used to. Not that he looked bad in them- his legs were smooth and slender, and the shorts helped lend him flexibility while on duty.

"I didn't think it would look like this, aru." He flinched at his own speech pattern, the 'aru' that never really left him, even though he was constantly trying to leave it from his sentences. Hell, he'd even accidently written it at the end of one of his police reports. His friend's voice pushed the distracting thoughts from his mind a few moments later. "Yao, he probably knows we're here, what with the police cars and all." Kiku sighed and stepped onto the sidewalk, then proceeding to begin walking towards the main building. Yao rolled his eyes and walked alongside him, still feeling faintly excited about their mission. Arrest the gang leader and leave, use whatever forces necessary. The order was still fresh in both of their minds, and Yao could tell what the other officer was thinking. They were infamous at the office for successfully capturing ever single criminal they'd been assigned, and some of the things they'd done to arrest them had been far from normal. But they were definently affective. Yao sped up a bit to knock on the door. Four firm knocks, as recommended by their boss. Kiku got out his notepas when nobody responded within the first five minutes of waiting.

As they were about to call in backup to force-open the doors, a stranger suddenly whipped open the door, leaving the two officers in shock. They had been expecting a scarred, ugly brute of a man to be the gang leader, but the person in front of them was far from that. He was pretty good-looking... Scratch that, he was downright attractive. Yao's eyes were locked on him, resulting in him fumbling for words and subtly nudging his fellow officer for some kind of help. Kiku ignored his plead for backup, forcing Yao to clear his throat and begin speaking in a strict, formal tone. This would be interesting...

The handsome, sandy-blonde haired man in the doorway didn't even look a bit surprised with seeing two police officers in front of his house at eight in the morning. In fact, the only thing that Kiku saw register on his face was some odd form of delight at seeing him and his colleague. "Erm...Before you start, can I ask why you're here?" Yao blinked in surprise, having expected him to take off running by now. He matched the descriptions by locals perfectly, so there was no doubting that this man was the gang leader. He cleared his throat again and awnsered his question evenly. "We're here to arrest you, sir." The American grinned a bit and shook his head. "Call me Alfred, and I don't think it's fair that you'd arrest me for something I haven't done." He tilted his head to the side a bit, leaning against the door-frame. "Sir, you're the leader of an infamous gang, you are under arrest aru." Yao mentally faced-palmed when his speech habit came up again.

"What a cute accent~!" Alfred's grin spread, ignoring the serious side of the officer's statement. After several minutes of glaring angrily at him, Kiku interuppted with a request. "If you're not the gang leader, please ret us inside." Although he was now amused with the Japanese man's accent, he opened the door further and stepped aside. Yao and Kiku entered what they had assumed to be an apartment complex, but were even more surprised to discover that it was actually just one massive house. Yao was about to say something when he found the American staring at him intently, some unusual emotion in his eyes. He couldn't quite put his finger on it...Hunger? He simply shrugged to himself as Alfred whipped his head around as if the awkward eye contact had never happened. The matter was dismissed when Kiku waved him over, glaring at Alfred as a signal for him to stay behind. The dirty-blonde nodded and remained in place while Yao looked in a mixture of awe a apprehension at his friend's findings. "Damn...I guess it's the act's up, then?" Alfred's grin returned as he walked over to them, picking up one of the smooth, metallic weapons in his hand. He jumped back, turning the barrel over in his hand. It was loaded.