Underworld Detectives

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Wow, that was impressive Sir!", said the blonde haired boy, Domonic. "How all you had to do was look at the suspect to prove him guilty!" Domonic's a short boy, who works as an assistant detective at the New York City police department. With his black tux, slick, combed blond hair, and an ambitious flare in his eye, he was a prime model of a junior detective.

"Well, I suppose it would be impressive", replied the ingenious Ron. Pretending to cough, he mumbled "For a rookie..."

"I'm so-so lucky to be able to work under you Mr.Ron!" Domonic is an energetic boy, who always has a taste for adventure. "And I know most people would be ticked to be working under someone their same age, but I think it's great!" It was true. Ron is, what some call, a protege. At just the age fifteen, he solved the case of the silent killer single handedly. Ron has dirty blonde hair, with a slim face. Almost everyday of the year, you'll find him dressed in the same clothes: a pair of headphones around his neck, a dark green hoodie, and baggy black pants.

"I guess...", muttered Ron. "And please, for the fiftieth time, stop calling me Mr!"

"But I can't help it!" Domonic butted up to Ron. "You're so cool! I hope I can be a great detective like you some day!" Ron looked down into Domonic's eyes. He saw an earnest will to be great, no to be the best. Ron snapped his head up, breaking the gaze between the two.

"Get off me!" Ron said harshly.

Scratching the back of his head, Domonic apologized as he jumped back. "Oh, sorry. Just habit ya know?"

"No, I don't know, and I don't care. Just don't touch me again." They kept on walking.

"Well now that we helped solve that case, what's next?" Domonic was always ready for adventure.

"We go home", Ron said bluntly. "That's the way this business works, you solve a case, get payed, and wait til' the system needs you."

"Oh... okay then. Um... about that whole home thing... I left my parents in Kyoto, and I kinda don't have a place to stay." Domonic's cheerful attitude seemed to diminish.

"Then rent a place", said Ron carelessly.

"Well, in all do respect, you took all the money we earned on this case for yourself..."

"Is there a problem with that? I'm the one who did all the work, aren't I?"

Domonic nervously chuckled. "With your expertise, I really couldn't help. All you did was examine the suspect for half a minute, then proved he was guilty!"

"We're done with this conversation" and with that, Ron abandoned the confused Domonic.

"You, son of a..." Domonic squinted his face and started to pout, when a heavy hand smacked the back of his back. He was sent flying forward, tripped and fell into a garbage can. After he cleaned himself off, Domonic turned around to see who smacked him, when he was met with a not so pleasent surprise. "C-Chief?" The head chief was laughing his head off, snorting and panting for air.

"Ah, good one!" The chief's thick, deep laughter filled the hallway. "Pretending to fall into the garbage can!" The chief is a sturdy and broad man, who wore a thick, beard and bald head.

"Uh..." Domonic's face went stale. He thought about correcting the chief, but decided against it.

"Ha, truly hysterical." The chief wiped a tear from his eye, and suddenly stopped laughing. "But in all seriousness, I know Ron can be difficult, but once you get to know him, he's not all that bad." Ron was speechless. How can a man go from laughing his head off, to giving advice in half a second? "Haha, you're a funny one. You'll do fine here, I'm sure of it!"