TRIGGER: CH 1

Chapter 1

He was forcefully ripped out of his unconsciousness with a splash of cold water. A headache shoots through his skull with the harsh wakening. Squinting his eyes through the pain and the bright light, he slowly makes out his surroundings. Drab, grey walls with suspicious looking stains. It's a small room, though it appears to be more of a holding cell. The room itself is unadorned safe for a single lamp hanging from the ceiling, and a chair set in front of him, which is currently occupied by someone.

A man. Sitting down, he couldn't really tell but the other seems to be of a tall, lean build. Dressed in black, sitting with his legs crossed, he gives of the air of authority. He looks completely relaxed and unguarded, but his eyes are that of a predator. His most striking feature is his noticeably silver hair.

'He seems..familiar..?' Hit by a sudden wave of confusion, he decides to drop it.

Looking down on himself, he notices that he is also sitting in a chair, although with much less freedom. His legs are strapped to the chair's legs and his arms are tied up behind the backrest. Shaking his head in an attempt to rid off the headache, he looks back up.


"Good morning"

"..W..where am I..?" 

"Somewhere, but not yet Hell. You held out quite well back then but now you're currently our hostage, so I advice you to stay put for the time being."

'Back then? What does he means by..'

A flash. Gunshot ringing. Sounds of bodies hitting the floor. Chaos. He tried holding out, lashing out with bodily hits where his fists are quicker than his guns. By the time he notices he's already a lone man fighting a losing war. The last thing he remembers is a blow to the back of his head before everything blacks out.

"If you're wondering why you are still alive, it was our aim to capture you."

"Why?"

The man tilts his head with a smirk growing. 

"Curious?" His headache throbs. That smirk is getting on his nerves. The other chuckles.

"Well, calm down. We can't have you suddenly dying from a stroke down here, so I'll tell you.

We know who you are and we know what you're currently trying to do."

The man stands up, slowly making his way near without breaking eye contact.

"Dougai Ryuga, a member of the Forces' Special Violent Crimes unit along with several others. The Forces' elit member, with a clean record and is apparently undefeatable. You were an upstanding personnel, though rebellious you still heed your orders. That is, until recently.

You began an independent investigation of the higher ups after accidentally stumbling upon one of them in the middle of an illegal business. The fruits of your investigations reveals that they are indeed, corrupted. But you were unable to go any deeper lest you could end up putting your friends in danger. Is that right?" He stops just about a foot away, forcing Ryuga to look upward.

His eyes narrows, "..How did you find out all of that?"

"I have eyes and ears everywhere, the city is practically under my control."

"Even so, what I do is none of your business."

"It is. We can't afford to have you killed."

"Why?"

"You and me, we want the same thing. To get rid of the corrupted. To take down the system. Also, none of my plans would work without you."

"I don't see how switching to a less corrupted one would benefit you." Eyebrows furrowing, 'He's not making any sense' 

"You could say..it's more of a personal drive for me.
So here, i would like to propose an exchange. We would investigate more into your case seeing as how your way of doing things seems rather inefficient." He turns to the side, pacing slowly. 

"An exchange? What makes you think I'd work with you willingly?"

His pacing continues, "Oh, you won't. There's no need to."

"What?"

A hand fall on his shoulder. He can feel the other closing in from behind. Dread grows.

"I know one of your friends managed to infiltrate one of my branch group. I know her movements and how she operates. To kill her off would be easy,-"

Eyes widening, his entire body stiffens, blood ran cold. Panic rising as the words, threats, got through.
"-But, I would gladly turn a blind eye over that little fact if you accept my proposition."

He tried to clamp down the panic. A person in this line of job must be able to keep himself calm in any situation. Cold sweat ran down his neck. The other removes himself from behind the chair, coming around to the front to face him again.

"..What do you want in exchange?"

The other bend down to his eye level, face mere inches away from his own. A hand travels up his thigh, lightly caressing it, finally resting on the curve of his hip. The abrupt change in position and the sudden proximity sent all alarms blaring. His pulse is suddenly too loud in his ears. Being this close, he can see into the depth of the other's eyes. Deep and dark, with something he'd rather not put into words. Then, the smirk returns.





"You."