Princess Mononoke Fan Fiction ❯ Speed Prodigy ❯ Major Ashitaka Kaneshiro ( Chapter 1 )

Major Ashitaka Kaneshiro

 

His body floated in the mid darkness, his eyes wee gracefully closed as his hair shimmered and danced with the air. He then stood slowly on a dewy ground of prairie; a field of grass so wide and so freshly green, he stood near the edge of a mountain filled and covered with grass and delicate flowers. He looked up at the bright blue sky with white clouds surfing above, and then he stared at the mountains in front of him, all covered with nature like the one he was standing on. He just kept gazing at the thin line he was imagining, just staring…and staring…

 

THE SOUND of an alarm clock bleeped and bleeped to its purpose of waking people up. He opened his eyes only to see the blackness of his room. He then tapped his finger on a button from his right side to stop the annoyance of his alarm, and brought one knee up to rest one of his arms on. His other hand switched off the blinds of his curtains to reveal the Neo-Tokyo skyline, as then he rubbed his eyes with a quiet morning moan. It wasn't like last night with the neon lights glowing in the distance and the roaring transports, instead he saw the light colors of the sky with pale lilac and soft blue, and the towers were silent like stone. The contrast of shadows on his skin echoed across his bare chest and down to his loose sweat pants.

He still stared at the calm skyline for moments, until he then risen from his bed and onto his feet. He then quite drowsily walked over to the bathroom, where there, he drew off his trousers and entered into the shower. The water first sprinkled coldly onto his skin, which made him tingle, but then the water gradually grew warmer and warmer until it reached hot. He wiped away the running water from his eyes and tilted his head up pointing to the source of the water, and then leaned one arm onto the wall in front of him, placing his forehead against his arm. The steam from the water stared to emerge from the air as it clouded the bathroom. He let the showering water collide against his back as it gave him a soothing massage for him. His eyes were still half sleepy with the water running down his cheek, the quite immense temperature of the shower didn't mind him at all, in fact, and he quite liked the strong concentration of it.

AN HOUR later, he was already brushed and dressed as he sat on his made bed strapping his shin-length boots on with hard Velcro. He worn his quite bright blue jacket on with his tight navy t-shirt underneath, along with his beige combat trousers tucked inside his boots. He then brought out two hand guns and pocketed them within his open jacket, when then he tucked a police badge on his belt. He slowly reached up onto his feet and walked out of his apartment, shutting the blinds with a flicker of a switch, and he also brought out, a bike helmet.

HE THEN placed himself onto his slick carbon black Yamada motorbike, with his helmet placed over his head, and his gloves attached to his hands with his fingers and thumbs uncovered. He kicked the stand back into its place and revved the accelerator with his right hand. The bike was then fully charged and ready to soar on the roads, as then he was striding rapidly on the road. He passed through the traffic caused by cars that took up too much space, roaring pass them side by side as he swerved through the crowd agilely when he then entered the heart of Tokyo, where the tower giants populated over the dense atmosphere. He dashed through tunnels of orange lights flashing onto his clothes as he rode on the road. Rising out into the open where he saw an empty space to roam freely; accelerating his speed gradually to feel the freedom of driving a two-wheeled transport that can tempo much faster than any ordinary car. A few minutes passed, and he reached his destination; the special federal police bureau. It was a tall white tower with a wall of glass, with a few trees used for decoration side kicks to the main optimum. And there was a glass door there, but it was tightly shut as if it was a vault. He then steadily brought his bike to a halt and kicked open the stand for I to hold by himself. He took a deep breath into his lungs before huffing out again as he drew off his helmet to reveal his chocolate feather hair and his pure face. Placing his slick bike in a safe parking area, he then peacefully walked up some low steps and up to the vault like door. But in front of him was a screen with the police logo the same as his badge, he leaned his head near to the screen, as it the whirred up a different page, when then a green light flashed onto his grey eye, examining it with non-harmful lasers, checking his iris, lens and cornea. And then it switched off, and there was hi name entered onto the screen.

“Welcome Major.” A synthetic woman's voice echoed out from the speakers, as then the glass door slid open with a drone noise ricocheting out to the open air. The Major then walked into the building with his helmet still in his hand and his eyes were still acting normal from those laser examinations, he looked up and saw the encirclement of more pale glass windows that stacked gracefully on the ceiling. And levels of floors stacked below the ceiling of wineglass.

Then a man cam walking up to him, he was wearing a cocoa colored leather jacket, with dark blue trousers along with black sturdy shoes and a white top to cover his chest, his mixture of milk chocolate and auburn within the streaks of his short fringe and tiny strands of hair on his head, his purple yes calmly gazed at the Major as he then smiled.

“Major Kaneshiro, you're finally here.”
“Did the head call you here too Sono?”

“Yeah, he has another assignment set for us.”

“Let's go then.”

 

THEY WERE then in an elevator with granite coverings for the walls and a mirror on one side, they were both heading up for the top level where their head for Sector 7 took place. It seemed nearly everything in the building was made of glass, as then Major Kaneshiro noticed that the granite walls were translucent with another layer of wineglass covering the outside, where there he saw the skyline of hustling Tokyo once more, and the metal frames peering up and down repeatedly. He stood tall against the wall whilst Sono was leaning against it with his hands in his pockets.

“You know you did a grand job with Mamoroshii last night.”

“I doubt that Sector 10 thinks the same.”

“You mean Chisato? C'mon Kaneshiro. He always get's pissed off when we come in on the task; its part of our job to carry out that task, we're not in on a contest.”
“You say that, but that what it appears to be in the end.”
“Ashitaka…” The Major then turned his face to Sono when he heard his first name. “…Life can be a game sometimes; it's mostly about survival of the fittest. You know that from YOUR experience.”
“Yes…” Ashitaka trailed off a little s he still saw the morning sky dry out from the sun's rays, as they peek over the giant company towers.

 

They then reached up onto the top level; level 34, as when the elevator slid open to one side, both Ashitaka and Sono walked out at the same time to a massive room with a huge massive room with a wall of windows with metallic panes gluing them together, there was then a desk with a man sat down on a wheelie chair face to the landscape.

“Sir, Major Kaneshiro and Sergeant Hiasashi are here.” A lady in a formal office clerk uniform standing near the desk quietly mentioned to the man in the chair, when then by a flick of wrist, she walked away. The two men then walked over to the desk and stood there, waited for the man to swivel around to see their faces.

He was wearing another suit dressed in black with a black tie and a white blouse, he was quite old in years at around his 50's as small threads of silver hair began to show through his pitch black locks of thick feathers, yet it was slicked back with gel and his sideburns were trimmed. He stared at the two men and then gave off a small humph and smiled.

“I first want to congratulate you two on the Mamoroshii task, especially to you Major Kaneshiro, your outstanding performance had reflect on this bureau with how much talent a young man has, particularly a man in his 20th year.”
“Thank you sir, I'll take that as a compliment.”
“And you should, but now we face yet another threat.” He then rose up from his chair and led the two young men to another room.

 

It was dark black and the there was very little lighting in there, but there was a flat board which then light up night -lucent green light that then gave a 2D view with lasers visioning it in front of their faces as it showed what appeared to look like was a webpage.

“We had this sent to us at 5:30 AM this morning to what appeared to be a message from someone called the Hustler.”
“The Hustler?” Sono asked.

“Yes, we searched this name on the internet and he…or she, is a well-known terrorist in 5 countries of Germany, Russia, China, England, and America, The Hustler has committed the crimes of federal fraud, stock manipulation, illegal information gathering, and political engineering.”
“Wow, that's one hell of a way to get yourself locked up for life.”
“But then how has he managed not get himself arrested?” Ashitaka decided to pop up a vital question with his arms crossed.

“His cunning use of anonymity and endless transfers across continents had kept the police away from trying to capture him or her on the Hustler's trail, some say it's impossible.”

“If he or she want's to keep off tracks with the police, why would the Hustler send you a message here?”
“Take a look at this message.” The man in the suit then pressed down onto a button on the screen, which then flickered from a webpage, to a formal letter with an original Japanese writing. “This letter tells us about his act of terrorism over his career, he hit some major cities here; Washington DC, London, Berlin, Beijing, you name it.”
“And now Tokyo is the Hustler's new target.”
“Exactly, I believe that this is a warning from him or her that it's gonna hit big here?”
“What does he or she want?”
“Profit. Believe it or not he works for secret governments, who want to bring down cities that could be threats to their demise, so they hired the Hustler to send devastation links around the globe, and London was just repairing from financial matters so the city can't get destroyed.”
“What happens to cities that refuse to pay credit?”
“I bet he blows them up to smithereens.”
“I'm afraid so Sergeant, his use of demolition and involvement of citizens can lead to wide-mass destruction and thousands of deaths and casualties.”
“I'm sure as hell we don't need that here in Tokyo.”

“Less cussing please Sergeant.”

“Sorry sir.”

“So…” Ashitaka intervened. “Does he have any connections here? Anyone he or she would be fond to get occupied with.”
“We know that the Hustler is also eminent for internet hacking.” By another press of a flat button, the screens changed and flickered into more web pages, only more images instead of writing. “He or she can infiltrate any hard access codes across the nations, but we did pick up a hard line that was tracked near the old town, where today the markets are up.”
“Anything else?”

“Yes, apparently the hard line also had an owner source, and this one's Yamagada Uzami; an owner in the black market.”
“So what's our task then?”
“Find him, and bring him back hear for questioning. Surely that will be a breeze for you Major.” Ashitaka lifted his chin slightly.

“I can do it.” He was still formal the way he spoke.

“And Sergeant can join you too.” The Major then turned his eyes to Sono.

“Yes, sir.”
“Now off with you two.” The two young police soldiers then walked out of the dark room, as then the laser green lights switched off. They were then exposed to the white light from the skyline windows, when there slowly walked back over to the elevator.

“Well Major, here comes another mission for us.”
“It's our job Sono; it's all about missions.”