The noisy ringtone come from my phone hung in my ears waking me up from a once peaceful slumber in the middle of the night. I reluctantly pick up the phone, squinting my eyes from the brightness I had forgotten to lower, instantly frowning from the caller identity. I answer the phone with a raspy tone in my voice, “What’s up boss?”

“Get your ass up. I’m calling you in for a mission,” the “boss” man from right above me demanded me to listen.

“Mitsuki, it’s the middle of the fuckin’ night. On a tuesday no less; can’t I get a small break from work for once?”

“No you little dickhead. We all have work to do here. Now get your ass up and meet me at HQ. You better hurry up.” He hangs up abruptly, leaving me in a state of irritation that won’t leave my conscience.

I slowly slip out of bed taking my time just to annoy him. I can make him wait for five minutes extra, he doesn’t need me anyway. He’s just too damn lazy to do shit for himself. I thought to myself for a couple minutes while silently shifting clothes around in my closet. I pick out a white t-shirt with black form-fitting jeans to make my ass pop, and my favorite black leather jacket. I slowly shuffle my sock-covered feet to the bathroom where the shower stood; it was waiting to be used, and I just couldn’t resist the temptation of warm water running down my body. I undress myself, letting my clothes slip down to the floor and turn on the warm water. I step in, letting the water collide with my head and shoulders. Water was escaping the showerhead and clung to my skin; I watched it run down my toned body and sighed. I look around for the shampoo and successfully find it, and pour it in my hand. I lather it in my hair, scrubbing my head and humming quietly so I don’t wake up my mom.

I finally get out of the shower, my body soaking wet and glossy. I wipe off the foggy mirror and grab a towel to dry my hair. I look in the mirror with a straight face and start to smile. I’m looking hot today! Maybe I can ask out that one guy in the other subgroup today… I thought to myself once again, realizing I’m already ten minutes late. “Oh shit!” I whisper to myself and rush my clothes on my wet body. I run to the front door on my tiptoes and shove my combat boots on my feet and rush out the door. The moment I walk out the door, My foot slips and I fall on my knees ripping the knees of my jeans. Well, ripped clothes are in fashion now so… whatever. I get back up, hoping no one saw that I had fallen and pulled the keys to my Harley Davidson out of my back pocket; I swing my leg over the bike seat and push the key in the ignition, turning the motor over and starting it up. I reach behind me to find my helmet and shove it over my head, putting my hands back on the handles before I kick up the kickstand; I ride off out of the parking lot and speed through the late night traffic and make it to HQ in less than ten minutes.

The building was about three stories high, a grey outside and a beautiful interior. I walk in and take in the familiar air of the furniture store. The desk clerk greets me in an ordinary fashion and directs me to the back of the store where HQ stands. I give her a wave of thanks and walk to the back. I put my hand on the identity scanner, waiting for it to recognize me and do the weird robot thing. When it finally recognizes me, it opens the door to a flight of stairs; I walk down in a nonchalant way taking my time for Mitsuki to come and annoy me. Remembering that he couldn’t care less about me showing up late, as long as I got there was really nice when he annoys the shit out of you in the middle of the night. I walked through the halls and main rooms that connected like a web to the big boss’s room; finally reaching Mistuki’s squad room.

“I’m here. Now what do you want?’

“What did I tell you about speaking to me like that? Ah? You want me to demote you? I can do that faster than you can give me a reply little dick bag.”

“Mitsuki, we both know very well that you have no authority to do that so why don’t you just shut the fuck up about it and tell me what I’m doing here at one o’clock in the morning? Hm? Sounds like a great idea to me,” I say in an irritated tone slamming my ass down in the chair next to his table, waiting for a response.

“Okay you little fucktard, here’s how it’s gonna go. Either you show your boss some goddamn respect or your ass gets beat to a pulp. You hear me? Ah!?” He starts yelling in my face, but I could care less due to his annoying high-pitched voice. God, that shit gives me nightmares at night.

“Oh yea? What could you low class team do to me, Ah!? Literally nothing! I won’t get even a scratch from the pussies you train! Try me and you’ll see why you should be demo-”

“Enough you two dickheads. I can hear you from the other side of the fucking hall in my soundproof squad room! What the hell is your problem this time!?” Mei, shoots her evil eyes at both of us.

Where the hell was she this whole time? I could’ve proven a point with her dammit. “This dickhead woke me up in the middle of the night knowing damn well it was my rest day today! He just didn’t want to do the damn mission so he’s making me do it!” “Goddammit Mitsuki! You know not to upset him on his rest days! Your ass will be grass when he gets back! Now both of you just shut up so I can tell you the mission! By the way, I was supposed to give you the mission after your day off but this dumbass decided to call you in today.” She dart her eyes to Mitsuki and frowns.

“So why didn’t you stop him Mei…?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know what he does 24/7? Anyways, let me give you a brief summary before I let you at him.”

“Fine. Speak.”

“You remember the Diamond Serpent gang?” She asks me like she doesn’t think I remember what happened with that bastard leader and I thirteen years ago.

“Yeah, I do. What about them?” I answered coldly and indifferently.

“Well, the leader has a son.” She mused.

“No shit.”

“Ok dickbag chill out. Let me finish. His son moved to tokyo just a couple days ago. We need you to go on a recovery mission and bring him here. Dead or alive, your choice.” She laughed and looked at me seriously in a split second.

“Fine. where does he live? I’ll just bring him back dead.” I answered with a smirk on my face.

“He lives in the red lights district not too far from here. His Name is Aron Carr.”

My eyes instantly narrowed; my eyes widened. My heartbeat started skipping itself on a rope. Holy shit holy shit holy shit.  My hands clenched in a fist holding onto the chair.

“What does he look like? Show me. Right now!” I started to yell.

“Holy shit dude what’s your problem? Mei looked at me confused.

“Just show me what he looks like dammit.” I calmed my voice down a bit and asked again.

Mei pulled up an image on the projector screen and looked at me, concerned. I stood up immediately, pushing the chair far behind me. My hands were clenched so hard my knuckles were pure white. I walk to Mei and yank the tablet out of her hands. She yells at me and realizes there something wrong.

“Oh my god kita… You know him don’t you?” She gasps, her eyes wider than an american’s eyes.

My voice streams out shakily, “Yeah. I know him.”