It was one brief moment when our eyes met with our guns
locked onto each other.
It was the first time they had ever encountered each other. A fated meeting,
one could say. The start of everything.
Mikage Jinga, current head of the Mikage family, the most influential mafia family in (and possibly out of) the country. He had taken over the position of the family head after the untimely death of his father.
The circumstances surrounding his father's death was a suspicious one. There were speculations saying that his father had gone mad, culminating in him murdering his family and subsequently commit suicide, somehow leaving Jinga as the sole survivor. Others say that he was the one to kill his own father.
The family's name had momentarily disappear from the criminal underworld before it had been brought back to it's previous (and had reached even higher) status some years following that.
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.
.
'They managed to get this much information on him and still not a picture is found..'
None of the information they had been able to gather on the other came with a visual representation. The man never bothered to hide, yet no one managed to get a picture of him. The only guide they had to identifying him is a line of description from those interrogated:
A silver haired demon.
Vague at best.
It could be anyone. It could be false. It could be an exaggeration, passed around to throw off whoever chose to pursue him.
Silver. Like the shade of the fang that he wears around his neck as a protective charm.
Frustrated, Ryuga decides to not mull over it too much.
---
"Are you clear with your order?"
"..Yes."
Just his luck.
He received orders to raid a site reported to be the main operating spot for a drug cartel and illegal weapon business.
Alone. Well, not literally, but technically. None of the men appointed as his team members is his own. Strangers. None of which he can truly depends on. He wants to trust them but his guts is telling him something is not right.
There's nothing he can do. Rian's deep undercover, Takeru is somewhere only God knows, and Aguri is off on a different mission. They may be a team but they hardly ever gone on a mission together. The four of them are the best of their previous units, to have them working together on a particular mission means that it is very risky, and or of utmost importance.
He breezed through the briefing, he chose to just roll with whatever is coming to him.
---
The moment they locked onto each other, he somehow knows the other is the one they had been chasing after.
The demon with silver hair.
As if the time stood still, only they existed in that moment.
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Eyes deep enough to drown you, dark enough to hide monsters. One wrong step and you'll be swallowed in.
If eyes could kill.
Yet his posture is relaxed. Too relaxed. As if nothing can touch him. As if nothing can kill him.
Beat. A shift.
Something changed. His posture remained unchanged, but - that slow growing smile. It's unnerving. He knows. He knows he's being watched, observed. He knows and that little thought amused him. Stare all you like, but you can't catch me. Arrogance stemmed from his sheer confidence in his own abilities.
What comes after was almost too fast for him.
A shot rang. Reflex took over, barely managing to evade. The shot missed by a few centimetres. The other seem to moved as well, his own shot apparently missed it's target as well. 'When did I pull the trigger?'
By the time he recovered, the man had turned away, retreating.
Hell broke out all around him. Even in the midst of chaos, the other stood out.
Somehow, still feeling Ryuga's eyes on him, he glanced back with a smirk on his face. Teasing, inviting.
He turned around, raising his right hand in a half wave. See you again.
What was that supposed to mean?
The other slowly retreats into the shadow and Ryuga is swept away by the chaos.
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The next thing he knows, he's stuck inside a cell, strapped to a chair, again facing the same enigmatic man.
Well, that was sooner than expected.
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