希少価値 (HIATUS)

(Hot) Damn

A/n: This chapter doesn't want me to put a GIF. Boo. :<

3rd Point of View

When Aia arrives at the Festival, it was very lively, many people were there, enjoying the view of the many, many cars that the Prince owned. Aia doesn't understand why they are so enamored with cars.

"What's the point of this Festival? Ugh, it's only been 4 seconds and I'm already bored." she rolled her eyes.

She gets off her bike and takes off her helmet, letting fresh, albeit lightly smoky, air hit her sweaty face.

"Now, if I was a bomber where would I hide~?" her sly eyes follows people's movements but none of them are acting suspiciously against her judgement.

Just then, a black sleek car passes by her. 

Her rust colored eyes went down at the window and sees an outline of a man. A hot man with dark slicked back hair with few strands over his forehead. Since he was wearing shades, she couldn't decipher his eye color.

She paid no attention to it later on and continues searching.

Few minutes afterwards, still no sign of suspicious person plotting something. Aia sighs, leaning against the wall, on the emergency stairs in the alley.

"Now that I think about it, I didn't see any First Division Officers." she mused, her chin between her thumb and index finger.

"Ryo-kun-"

She was interrupted by a flurry of footsteps nearing her way and she kicks herself from the wall and leaned over the metal railing, looking down with interest.

Just below her stands a panting man wearing casual clothes and over a long cardigan despite the warm weather.

Definitely suspicious.

"Damn those cops. How did they even know?" the man, according to the voice, pants and growls before pulling out a small remote control with a red button on it.

The man looks down at his watch, "The bomb should be activated by now-"

"Hai~ Stop right there!" Aia drops in front of him, in a crouch position. The bomber lets out a yelp and pulls his left fist back then bringing it down.

Aia simply redirected it with her right hand and grabs the collar of his shirt with her left before dragging him down on the ground forcefully.

The man lands on his front with an oomph and Aia twisted his right arm on his back and she pins the other with her left foot, sitting on his back. 

"Gotcha~" Aia couldn't believe her luck but she thanks it nonetheless (Always be polite kids). She stares down at the squirming worm.

"Tell me where the bomb is." she demanded, a warning pressure on his left wrist is added, "If you don't I'll make sure you won't use this hand ever again."

The man ignored her and a tick formed on her temple, she raises a hand and delivers a barely damageable whack to the back of his head, "Hey, I'm talking to you, Mister. Answer before I break your wrist." She gave him another warning.

"One..."

His squirming intensified and she pushed the twisted arm further up, his curled fingers almost touching the back of his neck. He groaned in pain.

"Two..." Aia's voice became more forceful.

"Thre-"

"It's inside a white van!" the man yells with a scared whimper, his head thrashed before turning to look at Aia with a defeated look.