The White Death was a rich, powerful man who held a tight grip over the Tokyo crime industry and with you being his child that only meant that you were bound to get caught in the cross fire eventually. You had been taken for ransom for ten million dollars by some of the White deaths enemies.

You and given up most of your hope being tied up in a dingy fish warehouse until the sound of gunfire caught your attention, everything moved so so fast that you could barely tell what was going on, you did however catch a glimpse of two men, a muscular white man with a mustache dawning a blue suit and a bigger black man with blondish-grey hair dawning a denim suit. But before you could practically take anything, you were knocked out cold by the black man.

You didn't know how long you were out for, but soon you began to stir. As you came to your senses, you could hear the chatter of voices surrounding you, particularly the sound of some bickering between two British men, you clearly weren't anywhere comfortable, your face was pressed flat against the table, your vision finally clearing when in the seats opposite you heard the British men speak.

"Oh, there they are, sleeping beauty."

As your vision cleared, you recognised the two men, the two men who had been at the warehouse.

"Wakey, wakey"

"Eggs and bakey"

you heard them say as you groggily lifted yourself up from the table, looking around only to notice that you were on a bullet train, seemingly moving away from Tokyo going to God knows where. a groan left your lips as the two men moved into the seats next to you, the moustached man sitting opposite you.

"You're safe now, your father sent us."

The moustache man said with an almost cocky grin.

"You idiots work for my father?"

you asked as the moustache man rolled his eyes as the bigger man next to you spoke up.

"Oh, easy, we could deliver you back to your pops in a box."

He said before the moustached man spoke again.

"Technically, we're outside contractors... I'm Tangerine, he's Lemon."

He said, his British accent thick, you looked at both men in confusion. They were named after fruits? Were they serious? A scoff left your lips as you heard them speak.