NEAM

OOC: My first story put up! Well here ya go : D It\'s not finished yet, I plan to have many more chapters. Feel free to review! Please be civil with your comments people. Hmm it\'s written in an RP format (Role Play) So it\'s the person\'s name, then their spoken words. Anything between the asterisks (*) are actions. Have fun reading!

OOC2: My writing depends a lot on what you think of the stories. If you don\'t like the story, I\'ll stop posting it up ^^ So please review me!

Chapter # 1
(NEAM)

7-10-04_
Downtown_
1:32pm_

*A bright azure sky cast over the busy city streets, as they were lined with rushing people. It was the inner city, lots of crowds and people in a hurry to get wherever their business would take them. It was far from a quiet neighborhood, but at the same time it seemed that everyone lived right there. You could hardly hear your own voice over the madness in the crowded streets, and the crowded vendors across the sidewalks. Not to mention the smell of the cars driving by and factory fumes clouding your breath as you walked. But of course that\'s what made it the best place to live and work. It was later afternoon now, the sun was almost at its highest in the sky, making it a very hot day to be walking around. But the city seemed to be crowded at its peak now. There were many kinds of people walking around, all looking different in some way, but all still just part of the big crowd. There was one figure however, that seemed to stray away from the busy streets. A tall figure, cloaked by a black trenchcoat and hat, walked off of the main roads and down a back alleyway. Stepping quietly, the figure walked down the alleyway, careful not to make any sound. The figure was completely hidden in shadow, even black gloves hid his hands from the light. But that was soon broken as the figure stopped at the end of the pitch black alleyway. There was a door in front of him, and the figure turned the knob, shedding light out into the alley for a brief moment, before walking inside and shutting the door behind himself. There was a blur of darkness coming up to the door, and suddenly something was shoved in between the door and the frame, keeping it ajar. The thin silver blade of a small knife was keeping the door from shutting all the way. There was a figure standing there, yet another person cloaked in a black trenchcoat. But this one waited patiently by the door, content on just listening to the events inside.*

*The figure inside the door walked into the brightly lit room. As he did, the hat he had on his head was pulled off, and he held it in his hand. He tossed it lightly to the side, right onto a chair along the wall. He had walked into a long and narrow hallway, straight for an opening at the other end. The hall opened into a large room, looking more like a store room. There were boxes piled up almost all the way around the room from floor to ceiling. The figure pulled off the black trenchcoat and layed it down on a nearby table. It was a man, as you could tell in the good lighting, who had short black hair and dark eyes. There were other people standing around in the room. Not all of them male either, there were a few scantly clad women standing around the sides. They looked like whores, and it was probably exactly what they were. There were also other guys standing around them hanging all over them. But there were a few men ahead of the figure, standing around a table and talking. He just seemed to walk up and join the conversation.*

*With a flick of a wrist, the knife was pulled out of the open door, and it was grabbed ever so quietly. The person paused for a moment, then swung open the door as not to make a sound. When the light shined onto the figure, you could see a dim outline of the body. It was a male, about 5\' 7\", with a medium build. He held on to the door for a moment, then actually pulled a rock back from outside and left it open, knowing that shutting it would cause the lock to click, therefor making noise. This person remained perfectly silent as he stepped up into the hallway. He still had a black trenchcoat wrapped around him, the rest of him hidden mostly in shadow. He looked down at the hat which was lying on the chair where the last man had thrown it. He put it on over his head, and walked down the hallway. Pulling the hat down over his eyes, he walked into the room discreately, standing right up against the wall near the entrance. A few people looked over at him, but no one really seemed to worry about his presence.*

\"I assume you have something for me.\"

*One of the men at the table was talking to the other. They pretty much all looked the same standing there, so it was fairly hard to tell any of them apart. The one who was speaking leaned over the table towards the person across from him. That person pulled up a small black briefcase. He flicked open the top, revealing stacks of bills that filled the case.*

\"Our profits. *grins, and pulls one roll out, handing it to the guy* Your profits.\"

*The guy took the money, putting it into the inside pocket of his trenchcoat, then nodded.*

\"I was beginning to think we couldn\'t get any richer from this *smirking* But it seems that we\'ve finally outsmarted those idiots.\"

*The man standing at the entrance let a faint grin pass across his face. He tilted his head up, and looked out from beneath the hat.*

\"Might not want to be so hasty my friend.\"

*He put his head all the way up and the hat fell off. With the hat gone, his face was revealed in the light of the room. The man had short redish brown hair, and emerald green eyes that practically glowed in the dim room. He kept the insane grin across his face, looking up at them all. One of them men turned around and looked at him quickly.*

\"B-bastard!\"

*The man reached down into his coat, like he was going to pull something out. The man at the door immediately started running towards the man. Just as he managed to pull out a gun from his coat, the figure from the door was in front of him. They both seemed to stop abruptly. The reason being, there was suddenly a large sword up through the man\'s stomach. He stood staring, and dropped the gun, then slowly fell down as the sword was yanked out of him.*

\"Hm. Until next time.\"

*The green eyed man was standing there, holding one long katana blade out in front of him, with blood dripping down the blade. He had another sword in the other hand, holding it down at his side. He just seemed to watch as they started to filter out of the room through a back door. He grinned, running after them. Bullets flew through the hallway back towards him as most of the men pulled up guns on him. But nothing seemed to stop him, not one bullet hit him as he ran. He came up to two men standing in the hallway. Jumping up in the air with both katana drawn, he sliced right past both of them. When he landed down on one knee, both blades has blood running down them and staining the floor. Both of them men who were standing there fell onto their backs, red blood staining both of their necks, which were now split open. The man with the swords just grinned insanely again, and looked up to see the rest of them running out. The grin didn\'t seem to ever subside from his face as he turned around and started to walk out the way he had come in. He stepped back out the door, then around the building and to the front. There was a round of bullets fired back and forth just as he walked out in front of the building. He casually jumped up on a nearby parked car and just sat there. Ahead of him was the exit where the other men had decided to come out. Which in turn was already staked out by law enforcement cars. They actually looked like police cars, they were just slightly different. They were still mainly white, with some blue and a little red, and the same color lights on top. But none of the cars were marked, or had any kind of writing or numbers whatsoever. They didn\'t even have lisence plates. The guns that were fired came from officers who were stationed around the police cars. They slaughtered most of the people who had run out of the building, who had returned fire, only making it worse. The barrage of bullets went on for a while, and the person still sat on the car watching the show. When everything stopped, he jumped down off the car and started walking over to the cars. He didn\'t say anything, but walked past them after looking at everything for a moment. He then walked over to an average sized bike parked across the street with the words \"Kawasaki\" writting across the side in red letters. The rest of the bike was black, with silver covering the tires. He got up on the bike in one swift jump and started it up. Within a second he took off down the street and disappeared into the traffic.*

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7-10-04_
Unmarked Building_
2:37pm_

*The sound of the engine shut off, as the familiar black bike stopped in front of a large office building. It was the same bike from before, and the same rider who had been in the fight only an hour earlier. He carried a red bottle of soda in his left hand, with the words \"Coke\" on the front. The bottle was nearly empty, but he threw it in a nearby trashcan anyway. He put both hands into his pockets and looked up at the building in front of him. It was unmarked, no signs or anything to let you know what was inside. The building itself was a typical light tan color, and the windows were black from the outside view. The figure looked down, then walked into the building. Upon entrance there was a metal detector, which immediately started setting off when he walked in the door. He looked over to a man standing there at the door, a security guard in a white and black uniform, and pulled out both of his katanas, flashing them right out in front of himself. The guard only looked at him and shook his head, while the man grinned.*

\"I take it that you\'ve had a good day Hiroshi-san.\"

*The guard looked not too old, but at least 30 or 40yrs old, with gray hair on the sides of his head around the original black color. The guard looked up at the figure who he had just called Hiroshi, and smiled at him with a bit of a smirk crossing his face.*

Hiroshi: Any day that I get to shed a little blood is a good day Jiro.

Jiro: Still as charming as every I see e.e *laughs sarcastically, while pulling out a dark cleaning cloth and handing it to the man he called Hiroshi*

*Hiroshi took the cloth and jumped up onto the counter that the guard was behind, and pulled his katanas down, wiping them down with the cloth to remove the stained blood from them. When he was done he threw the cloth behind the counter in a waste basket,.. which was actually full of the same kind of cloth, all blood stained.*

Jiro: I need to get maintenance down here -.- you know they\'re slow as hell.

*Hiroshi jumped down off the counter and stood there for a moment before sheathing his swords at his sides. He nodded to Jiro, then walked over to a nearby elevator. The room where they were was fairly empty, besides light gray walls around them. The elevator was silver in color, like normal, but had no button to go up on it. Hiroshi walked onto the elevator as it opened, nodding back to Jiro, who had just pushed a button to open the elevator door. Hiroshi stood in the elevator, which was fairly big, and looked like it could fit about 15-20 people inside. There were numbers along the side panel, and above the door, going up to #20 at the very top. And that\'s the button that Hiroshi pushed, as the eleveator started going up to the top floor. It took a while before the elevator reached its destination and stopped. The door opened up to a large open area, with people working at desks on either side. There were 2 rows of desks on either side, going all the way back to the other end of the hall. Hiroshi just started walking down the way, heading towards a door on the other side of the large space.*

\"Hello Hiroshi-san.\"

*A short girl walked past him carrying papers to another desk, then sitting down. She was just someone who worked in the office, but everyone knew him around here. Several people greeted him as he walked past the desks. He seemed to walk slower as he got to the end of the desks,... There was a door in front of him, and one desk that was facing away from the wall, this desk was sitting on its own up against the wall with the door. There was a figure sitting there, but his head was down, looking through a bunch of papers. The man at the desk has long black hair that was pulled back into a braid behind his head. He was a thin man, but looked like he was in his early or mid 20\'s. Hiroshi stopped as he looked down at the guy reading papers. He stepped off to the side, away from the desk, and started to tiptoe past the man. Hiroshi got to the door and slowly put his hand on the knob. He was about to turn it, when suddenly the knob turned on its own, and the door swung open. A man about his own height was standing in the door. This man was definitely older, looking like in his mid 40\'s, and had a husky build. He had short black hair that was going gray in a few spots around his head. He was wearing a gray business suit, with a white shirt and dark gray patterned tie. Hiroshi just stood,... as the man looked up at him.*

\"Hiroshi! *pats him on the back hard*\"

*Hiroshi almost fell forwards when the man hit him on the back friendly-like, he hadn\'t attempted to hurt him. But he had also screamed out his name, and at that the man at the desk looked up. His brown eyes seemed to glow when he looked up at Hiroshi. The man at the desk stood up and jumped right over towards Hiroshi, embracing him in a hug immediately.*

\"Hiro-kun ^_^! *hugs onto him* Where\'ve you been all day! I\'ve been waiting for you! Let\'s you and me spend some time together now, huh ^_^.\"

*Hiroshi just stood perfectly still when he was hugged. His eyes narrowed, but he refrained from attacking this guy. It never seemed to work, even threatening his life didn\'t stop him from glomping him every day.*

Hiroshi: -.-;;,... when are you planning to let go Victor.

Victor: Never Hiro-kun ^___^

Hiroshi: *growls and glared evily*

*The man who had come out of the office looked between them, then up at Hiroshi.*

\"Come Hiroshi. *walks back into the office*\"

Hiroshi: Gotta go e.e,... *pries away from Victor and runs into the office*

Victor: I\'ll be waiting sweetie ^__^ *waves*

*Hiroshi walked farther into the office, slamming the door shut behind himself. The man ahead of him walked over and sat behind a black desk. The room was a nice gray color, not dull though, with a light blue carpet on the floor. There was a black desk at the end of the room, and various things on the other sides of the room. One side was full of filing cabinets, while the other had a small table that was meant for sitting on the floor at. Behind the desk was almost a whole wall full of floor to ceiling windows that let plenty of light shine into the room. Hiroshi walked up and sat down in a chair that was in front of the black desk. He reached into the inside of his trenchcoat, which he still wore, and pulled out a stack of papers in a pale folder. He dropped the folder on the desk, and the guy sitting there just looked at it.*

Hiroshi: Today\'s reports, Douji-san.

*The man eyed the papers that had just been dumped on his desk.*

Douji: You always manage to get the work done quickly Hiroshi ^^;

Hiroshi: I like to get it done and over with e.e,... then I can go back to the battles.

Douji: You haven\'t lost a bit of your vicious tendency since you\'ve been here have you u.u

Hiroshi: What\'s wrong with that. *grins insanely*

Douji: *just shakes his head and picks up the files, putting them in one of his drawers.* *stands up* I have to go home for a while. *looks up at Hiroshi pleasantly* I\'ll get to this work tomorrow.

Hiroshi: e.e,... before you go, do you have any missions for me?

Douji: Hiroshi e.e,... that\'s all you ever think about since you\'ve joined NEAM.

Hiroshi: Well that\'s the purpose right, to clean up this town, stop all the crime in the city.

Douji: That is NEAM\'s main priority, but I mean you Hiroshi u.u,.. you do nothing but think about work and fighting. Now if you\'ll excuse me, I\'m taking a vacation for a day or two at home. I suggest you do the same.

Hiroshi: Hmph -.-,... I don\'t need vacations, when I could be out shedding blood. *smirks*

*Douji walked over to a small closet and opened it, pulling out a small royal blue motorized bike that was barely his own size,... He then pulled out a helmet from a rack and put it on his head, strapping it, then sitting on the bike. Hiroshi just looked at him, seeming unphased by how strange the man looked on the small bike with the helmet on.*

Douji: Well Hiroshi, I must be off. *starts the small bike and rides over towards the door, reaching up and opening it.* Oh, Hiroshi. *rides over to a filing cabinet and pulls out a file, then rides over and hands it to Hiroshi* Hand this over to Victor would you. *smirks a little, then nods and pulls off out of the room and down the hallway outside.*

*No one seemed to even look up as he rode by. But he didn\'t use the elevator. There was an open doorway that led down onto a ramp that would lead all the way down to the first floor of the building. Douji took off through the door and out of sight. Hiroshi didn\'t even get a chance to say anything as he stood there and was handed the file. He just glared down at Douji, his usual glare, as he sped off.*

Hiroshi: -.-;;;

OOC: More chapters to come when I write them!