Hiro's POV
I was standing next to Riki waiting for the distraction when suddenly, a voice buzzed over the transmitters.
"Takuto! We have a problem." Kenshi panicked.
Huh? What's with him?
"What's wrong?" Takkun answers.
"Well...um. Did you deactivate the system yet?"
"Uh...no... Why?" Takkun stresses.
"No reason... Just its already open." Kenshi laughs nervously.
"Hey! What do you mean?!" I whisper/yell, causing Riki to look at me.
"Hiro? What is it?" Riki asked, turning on his transmitter.
"Leader, we have a problem..." I say warily.
Hunter's POV
"What do you mean, a problem?!" I yell, and with our upgraded transmitters, I can see her hold the receiver away from her ear.
"Don't blame me!!" She retorted.
"I saw a Black Fox, Leader!" Rose sounded scared.
"Calm down. We're on the way." I soothed. She was the second youngest and the most timid person I know. I knew had to help her.
"Let's go, Seiko." I grab her hand and run to the place the painting was held.
Seiko stops me.
"Hey, slow it, speedy. Look. Guards."
"Ugh..." I go up to them.
"Hey, this place is staff only." He reminds.
Ugh...well, Seiko's a guy... A girl's gotta take one for the team...
"Oh, well could you except me, Mr.Officer?" I pout my lip and put my arms around his neck.
"Haha... Maybe." His hands travel too low for my taste.
Ew...he has to mid-40s...what a gross, bald, pedo...
"Oops." I pinch his elbow, paralyzing him.
"Wow! Hunter! You're working on my techniques!" Seiko clapped.
"Oh, great god, never again..." I breathe. I was holding my breath because his smelt like garlic.
And that is the last box of garlic pork noodles for me...
I almost gag.
"Ugh...let's go." Me and Seiko start running, only to meet up with another Seiko (mind you, she looked pretty cute) and a guy with black hair.
"Shit..." Me and the black haired dude sweared.
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Not Done til We're Safe and Sound
FanficTakuto has always spent his life with his grandfather, feeling a longing or empty feeling in his chest. Will he find his other half? Literally? Hunter has been alone pretty much all her life. Cycling through foster homes and being given false hope...