Contract 1: Prologue

It was 2 a.m. in the morning and Thwack! Yells, punches being thrown left and right, and a few strings of curses caught the attention of Asami and his men. In the dim lit alleyway, they saw a young blond being immobilized by two tall buff-looking men while the third one was throwing punches at his face and stomach nonstop.

"Where is the damn photos?" Another punch went to his stomach. This cause the young blond to doubled over and dryly heaved from the impact. "Answer you fuckin hussy!"

"Are you done yet?" The blond ask, bored and uninterested in answering the mob's questions.

"Don't mock me, you damn brat!"

"Oh please, we both know you're just a desperate pathetic loser who wanted to gain back his graces by kissing asses, isn't that right, Mr. Traitor?" He smirk as the mob's face turn red with rage.

"Brat," the mob warned. "You're dead meat."

"You won't do it because you still need the photos," the smaller male continues to taunt the mob head on. That comment earn him a hard punch to his already-tender right cheek and jaw.

"That fuckin hurts, dumbass," the blond spit at the third man's face. "Didn't your mama teach you not to use violent on the weak?"

"Why you!" He launch forward.

The blond took this close proximity as an opportunity and landed a hard kick to the mob's crotch and another hard kick until the man doubled over in excruciating pain. "For a man, you've got no balls, coward," he sneered. The blond saw that the two men that were supposed to restrain him lost their iron grip due to shock, so he took the chance to elbow their stomach hard and landed a kick as a bonus. As expected, they're weren't going down easily.

"Why you little brat!" One man growl. "Come here!"

"Are you nuts?" The blond mock as he dodge his punches. "Who's stupid enough to hand themselves over like that?"

"You are." One man armlock his neck from behind instantly restraining his movements.

"Now, you're done for, brat," the other man grin devilishly. The mob throw his fist in the air ready to swing at his victim.

"I don't think so." The smaller male bite into the man's arms that's armlocking his neck and the mob released the younger male from his grip feeling the sudden pain. The blond duck and the oncoming punch landed on him instead which knock the guy out cold. "See what I mean?" He grin.

"Fuckin kid thinks he so-" A kick landed on his groin too and the mob was knocked to the ground in an instant.

"Shut your yapping, old man," he kick him again and the mob started howling in pain. "Don't be such a baby! Losing a few ball sacks won't be the end of the world."

"Okay, okay. Stop the crying. Look, I'm sorry for kicking you too hard, but you were really getting on my nerve." The blond crouch down and pat the mob on his head like a mother soothing their child. He sigh when there's no sign of him or the other mobs stopping.

Asami watched in amusement while his men was struck silent as the blond finished beating up three large men all by himself and started skipping his way past them.

"12 minutes?! That's a new record!" They heard the blond cheered in excitement at his newfound accomplishment.

Yeah, the kid's crazy.

"Kirishima," Asami called out to his glass-wearing assistant.

"Yes, Asami-sama?"

"I want a full report on that boy by tomorrow morning," he ordered.

"Yes, Asami-sama."

A/N: So guys, this is my second Finder Series fanfic. I'm currently on writer's block and don't know what to write for chapter 2. I was thinking maybe Akihito's grandmother is being hospitalized or something along that line, but that's too much work. Writing a hospital scene isn't my good strength. So suggestions would be a really big help!