“Didn`t you give them a great fight, Kyoya.” Celestyna smiled.

“Ah…” Kyoya looked at her.

“Still, to suddenly run away like that… Demitri?”

“Eh?”

Without a word, Demitri jammed a stun gun against Kyoya`s neck, and he blacked out.

When he came round, his hands and legs were tied to a chair. His eyes were blindfolded, his mouth gagged, and there wasn`t much light around him. From his back, a gentle voice spoke:

“Kyoya-kun… Kyoya-kun? Ah you`re finally awake.” It was Celestyna.

All of a sudden, Kyoya started shaking uncontrollably. His breathing became gasped, cold sweat ran down his neck, and he frantically turned his head around as if trying to look.

“Now that you`ve seen the scale of our business… You do know what we can do if you disobey us, right?” Her voice rose.

“We insist you be quiet about everything you saw, especially the underground stadium.”

“If not… We know where your mother worked in Kabukicho… And we also know where you live… Imagine all the things that could happen.”

A cold metalic object licked his throat, and his gag was removed.

Kyoya shivered, as water leaked out from the latex eye band:

“H-Hai! Gomenasai! Yurushite! Yurushite! [Yes! I`m so sorry! Forgive me! Forgive me!]. Onegai! Please let me go! Please untie me! Onegai!” Sobs were mixed into his terrified voice.

Celestyna was surprised at how fast he became submissive, completely unlike the fighter in the ring earlier. And she actually panicked when Kyoya was crying, so they had to cut him free right away. He fell on the ground, kneeling.

“W-Well, I expect to do business with you in the future, Kyoya-kun.” Celes reached out a hand.

Without warning, Kyoya`s forehead touched the floor, and kneeled flat before her feet.

“Arigatou! Arigatou gozaimasu!” He was still trembling.

“W-wait! Please stand up! It`s ok now since you get the point! Kyoya-kun… Kyoya kun!”

[y m¥ pp h@rd?]

[cuz yu disgustin mashochist]

Afterwards, he took a shower and was carried back to his home, since Celes felt guilty. Kyoya`s payment was 100.000¥, and with that he could buy much more than a new phone. Holding the stack of paper inside his room, he mumbled:

“The side kick was enough already… But…why…”

In the next few days, the money was used by Kyoya to buy food, pay bills, a of course, a phone identical to his old one. Kura wasn`t exactly the most careful person in the world, so she knew nothing about it.

7:00 pm [or 19:00]. The area wherein Endou Madoka`s coffee shop was located had a serious lack of streetlights. Combined with how shops around here kept their lightings behind curtains or blurred glass, this place was not for Western visitors, let alone someone who didn`t knew a lick of Japanese. Yet a woman, a Westerner, 170 or so centimeters tall, with short black hair, aging less than 28, and even when you disregarded the gargantuan lumps on her chest, was damn sexy to say the least, strolled about. Of course, she didn`t know anything when it came to the language.

She went to a small ramen stall, pointed on the picture for the food. The middle aged [milf] female chef gave her an understanding look as she placed the bowl of noodles in front of the woman. She didn`t really care, and ate at an amazing speed. Gulping down the last drop of its broth [slurping sounds, also shows her juicy lips], the woman wiped her mouth and called the owner.

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“Can you show me where this is on the map?” She asked in an American accent, showing the lady a piece of paper and her tablet.

“Eh… Etou… Koko de.” The owner pointed, giving extra details on where to turn left or right.

The young woman nodded, when she suddenly felt something under her chair.

The male customer next to her was groping her [bootey] bottom, and went as far as showing her a lewd smile when she looked.

Without warning, his arm was twisted, and the molester was shoved onto the ground. It happened so fast that, to an onlooker it seemed like he fell on his own trying to touch [dat as] her. Hissing at him with disdain, she walked away.

Takumi has been waiting for over an hour. Or he has been doing his homework while waiting.

“Takumi-kun, waiting for your girlfriend?” Kirishima threw herself next to him, leaning on his broad shoulders.

“Hm~? Wow this is so hard! Your school gives out some insane assignments!” she snuggled her chin into him as her eyes read the paper. 

“Too close!” He grunted, before moving away. “And when did you start calling me by my first name?”

“Ya~ Gosuji-sama is so cold.” She paused “But who is it that could make you wait for a whole hour?”

*Sigh* Takumi closed his notebooks “I honestly don`t know. It`s… complicated. But I`ll explain later. I might need you guys to help me on this…”

“Eh~…” Kirishima suddenly became serious. “Is it related to Kyoya`s sensei?”

“Maybe.” He answered, staring into the void.

*Ding*

The door opened. The woman walked in and swept her gaze around the place. Her eyes stopped at Takumi`s seat, brushing on Kirishima, and she went towards the direction.

Kirishima surprised face became nervous when the woman stopped right at where they were sitting. She took the opposite sofa, and greeted Takumi in English. Fumbling up straight, the girl in a maid costume stammered:

“C-Can I take your order?”

“Uhm… do they serve… Uh that big bowl of assorted ice cream… Y`know, they called it “sun” something in Korea…” She told Takumi.

“Ah, you mean Sundae. Which flavors would you like?”

“All.”

“Ah… Ok” He smiled awkwardly “Kirishima-san, an all-in-one sundae please.”

When the young girl has walked out of sight, the woman eyed the shop up and down:

“I didn`t know that you were into these kind of things. Surprised me.”

Takumi then remembered how she spent an extra second to look at how Kirishima clung onto him, and almost palmed his face. With a weak voice, he defended:

“W-Well, Miss McRaven, you see this place is owned by a friend of mine… She is…Uhm… reliable, so I figured we should meet here. A-And since the place is also in the area you wanted to meet me…”

“Oh. Ok. Can`t be helped since I don`t know a thing around here. Getting on with your academics huh? School has been tough lately, hasn`t it?”

“Uh… Yea…” His gaze avoided the giant rise on her chest that showed through her office clothes.

“Well then, Mister Nishimura, here is my card in case you are still doubtful. Blair McRaven, Interpol agent. I suppose you don`t know why someone like me wanted to meet a highschool student?”

“Certainly, yes.” He nodded.

“A large scale international money laundering case is under investigation. Information from our side so far has led us to Japan, where we believe is the final destination of the cargo.”

“Cargo? Didn`t you say it was a case of laundering?”

“A cargo of gold.” Her gaze sharpened.

Takumi frowned. Looking straight at her, he said:

“What does this have to do with me then, Agent McRaven?”

“You see, I think you know something about the suicide case of Kazuo Kenichi, a PE teacher.”

“Huh? Wait how does this even relate to what you just said?”

“Well, simply because we have no leads. And the day the cargo was said to be transported here was the same day that Kazuo Kenichi died.”

... 

“I suggest you cooperate, Mister Nishimura. I also thought these cases were just coincidences too, until I saw you at the police station a few days ago…”

“Please hold on, agent McRaven. Asking a highschool student who is a normal citizen to get involved with a criminal case of international level, isn`t that too much already? I`m just a student. "

Blair took out a thick file of paper. Opening it, she read:

“Nishimura Takumi. 17 years old, currently living in … Street, … district, Tokyo. Studying at NK … highschool …,” and went on pointing out various personal information about him.

“You are also involved in the capture of … [I don`t think I named him, the villain in Chisato arc] and…”

“…We know all about you, Nishimura Takumi.” Blair finished it off with such sentence.

“Tch. Half of that stack of paper is white, with nothing written on. And don`t use information from the Internet to intimidate me, agent Blair. I feel very uncomfortable with your way of business. My freedom rights are being threatened.” He straightened his back, raising his line of sight above her eyes, staring down on Blair. His head slightly bent to the left.

She opened her eyes wide, as a surprised smile flashed on her lips. The two stared right in eachother`s eyes, holding the expression still on their face.

“Hai~ One serving of all-in-one Sundae here!” Krishima broke in.