"You are now arriving at the last stop"
Huh? Guess I dozed off. Neku opens his eyes, the bright light of day unexpected. Pulling the bag off from his lap he swings it over his right shoulder and walks off the bus. He glanced around the street, smirking as he saw a particularly small building labeled "Empty Industries" Laughing to himself he looks up to the sky as he gingerly walks towards the offices. Long lines for a hot chocolate, snow falling from the sky, everyone wearing a winter coat: besides Neku.
Shivering a little, Neku walks for another 15 minutes: the snow piling up about 4 inches now. He picks up a snowball and throws it at the window of the office. Neku takes out his cell phone from his pocket and looks at a text message. "Come in" it says. Neku turns the door knob to the left and pulls the door open. "And I almost thought you were too afraid to come back." A fat man says, his back turned to Neku. By his side are two suits: just like the man Neku assassinated. "I took down your target, I just need my payment."
"And I need my proof."
Neku nods and pulls out his camera, he loads up the picture he took of his deceased target. The fatso doesn't turn around, but he still laughs. "So old Towa's dead now eh? Oh well, business is business. You did better than I thought kid. Too bad the company has been having some financial troubles..." He turns his head to each of his bodyguards who subsequently pull out pistols from their coats. "So long kid."
Bang! Bang!
The fat guy turns around to see the corpse fall down, but instead of seeing one, he sees two. Neku stands unscathed, with his hand stretched out and sweat coming down from his forehead. "What did you just do?"
"It's simple. I'm a telekinetic. I can manipulate objects. Just now I manipulated your two men into pointing their guns at eachother: instead of me."
"Those were my-"
The blubbery man stops mid-sentence. Neku pushing his mouth shut with his mind. He crouches to the ground snatches the two guns the guards were using. "So...where's my pay? You don't want your head blown off like them, do you?" Neku pressures, with both guns pointed at the fat overlord's head.
"Do you?" Fatso laughs, his mouth re-opened as he goes to punch Neku in the face.
"Idiot." The gray-haired youth shoots the fat guy three inches above his kneecap, crippling him.
"GAAAAAAAGH!" he cries, flopping onto the floor.
"Money?" Neku asks, kneeling over his employer with a gun pointed to his head. "Alright darn it, ALRIGHT! It's in the safe behind that painting." the old man whimpers, tears streaming down his face.
"Ok, thanks for your help. Go open it please." Neku smiles and tilts his head.
"I can't get up."
"Oh, alright then, give me your wallet and your cell phone please?"
"Ok..." Fatso, reaches into his pocket and instead of pulling out a wallet pulls out another gun.
"DIEEEEEEEEEEE!" He screeches, pulling the trigger. Click. "What the?"
"Safety's on. Oh, that was me." Neku snatches the gun from blubber man's hand and smiles again.
"You little brat...." He says, taking out his wallet and giving it to Neku.
"Thank you. And the cell phone."
"I don't have one."
"You fat old liar. Oh well, I'll just use mine." Neku smirks as he reaches into his pocket for his cell phone. He gets up and dials the number for the police. "Yes, hello? My name is Neku Sokosae, I'm 15 years old and I just heard some loud noise from this place called "Empty Industries" Oh, now there's a boy with brown hair and a big winter coat running out" Neku speaks into the phone as he runs out of the building. "Umm, I can't really wait, I have to go meet up with my girlfriend for lunch, see ya!" Neku hangs up and throws his phone into a trash can.
Pulling out the stolen wallet, Neku laughs as he checks through it. This is a little less than I'd get paid for the job...can't use his credit card or I'll get tracked though. Oh well, this is one snazzy wallet. Neku takes out all the identification of the wallet and throws it into traffic. "Back home I guess."
