𑄽𑄺 ━━━ an undercover agent is assigned to track down and capture a faceless mafia leader in tokyo known as spade, real identity, toji fushiguro - whose disguised himself as a famous underground racer. and, eventually, gains the agents attraction...
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"hey baby girl, wanna ride?"
a roll of your eyes makes the man, or you should say teenager who could've been no more than seventeen, back off while his friends laughed at him for his failure at potentially getting your number. his attempt made you chuckle under your breath, fixing your hair and strolling further down the street where dozens of cars, women, and men lined up. music blared through the midnight streets of tokyo. it was 2006, an eventful year for fashion, music, and film. currently in a secluded, abandoned street of shibuya, you joined the wildlife of illegal racing.
hundreds of people came together every saturday night, invite-only, to bet money on drivers or simply watch for the thrill of it. eyes lingered on you from man to woman, some with attraction, others with envy. you twinkle your fingers at any girl who winked or smiled at you, a few of them coming up to you to give a compliment or drop their number on your cellphone. you weren't wearing much today, although you blended in pretty well with the young.
dressed in low rise light blue flare jeans that covered half of your feet attired in white and black air force ones. a black short sleeved crop top labeled with a pink 'bratz' logo for your top, and a silver diamond chain clinging to your waist. your skin was a bit revealing, anyone could see your hips and curves so maybe you could see why you received so many glares. then again, you were pretty. you knew that. it was generous, and you didn't mind the appeal, but you had a job to do, meaning you had to remain focused. that is until another distraction rolled in.
"are you there?" you could hear agent uzui in your right ear, too busy searching for a drink to respond. you kept seeing these colorful rainbow slushes you were almost sure had alcohol in them and desperately wanted one.
"helloooo!" agent uzui groans with annoyance.
you suck your teeth, looking both ways before you hid behind a tree, pulling your blackberry from your back pocket and placing it by your other ear so it could look like you were on your phone just in case anyone noticed. you aggressively answer him back. "if you keep yelling in my earpiece like that, i'm going to fuck up!"
"well answer me next time, dammit! what if you got kidnapped or something, idiot!" he panicked.
you roll your eyes. "i'm one of the highest agents, i'll be damned if i go down by getting kidnapped. why do you think they sent me?"
