𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 1𝚜𝚝, 2001: 𝙽𝚈𝙲 

Y/N P.O.V.

4 Months Later

Early this weekend, Michael and I were packing our belongings for the trip to N.Y.C. I haven't been there before, and this would be Michael's first time heading to N.Y.C. to put on a show for his beloved fans. 

The kids were going with us to fly in Michael's private jet, and we got to experience the flight around. It was 6 hours and 5 minutes to head straight to New York, and it's faster if you fly, unlike driving there. Just as we arrived, I looked outside the window to see the Statue of Liberty and the cities below. 

"What a lovely view," I said, feeling Michael's chest pressed behind my back to glance outside the window. 

"It's my first time to come here to put on a show for my fans. Are you excited?" He asked, backing away to give me some space. 

"Mhm!" I nodded as he leaned forward to peck my forehead. 

The plane landed, and we were ready to head straight out as the guards made plenty of space so we could head straight for our ride. 

I wore a simple outfit to walk with Michael and the kids but would wear a mask. I didn't want to be noticeable since Michael knew it was for my safety reasons.

"Wow, it's so big around this place!" My mouth wouldn't stop opening and closing. Michael had to close it for me and chuckled over my excitement under his mask. 

"Stay close. It's busier than it looks, alright?" He said as he bent down to hold Prince and Paris's hand through the line, and there were people just glazing upon him, wanting his picture and autograph. 

Since I was "off duty," I was walking with them because I was a close friend of Michael. When we reached the limo, Michael waved at his fans and gave them a peace sign. 

Driving off, we head straight to our hotel resort at Manhattan Hotel. The place looked expensive and so neat inside for our room and the guards sleeping in their rooms. 

"This place is nice and fancy." I complimented. I removed my mask to take a closer look around the room, which was so luxurious. 

Prince and Paris looked around in 'awe' as Michael took the bags into our room. He brought the kids to where they will be sleeping in the room next to ours. Even while he was performing the show, the nanny he'd requested would watch over the kids for us. He had to rehearse for at least six days since it began on the 7th and 10th. I was fully prepared and glad that Toshiki could instruct my dance moves better than the instructor. 

Michael went to the bedroom, collapsed on the bed as I followed him while handing the kids some toys to play with, and turned on the tv for them to watch cartoons. I entered the bedroom and hopped on the bed was fluffy and soft for the mattress to be firm. 

"Already exhausted?" I teased. 

"It was a long flight to get here, and I could use some quiet time to sleep." Said, Michael. 

"As you must, your highness." I giggled.

Michael shot me a playful glance and crawled over me to rest his head against my chest. He would always say I was a marshmallow for him to sleep on. It was a blessing for him. I put his hair, giving it a gentle scratch which he enjoyed through his scalp because it was comforting. Soon, he was fast asleep, clinging onto me like a child, and I pulled away after giving him a peck on the forehead. 

When I left the room, my cell phone buzzed, and it was Toshiki. 

𝚄.𝙲.𝙲. (𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙)

6 Hours Earlier

Toshiki went to the office to file through the leftover paperwork that the boss requested him to get over with. His desk was neat and organized, unlike some agents still finishing the documents. Y/N managed to do the paperwork to get it out of the way, and she was already on vacation to be with Michael for his show in N.Y.C. 

While he was walking down to the elevator, Madam L. Yung appeared with her python wrapped around her shoulders, hissing and glaring at the young male. 

"Good morning, Toshiki. I see you are already here to work in the office." Said Madam L. Yung, as she was making faces at him and a flirtatious look in her eyes. 

"Yes, I am here early like I normally would be here to work to get the paperwork out of the way," Toshiki replies, not looking back and focused on the numbers on the elevator that were coming down to the lobby. 

"Congrats on capturing Julian, although I am late for the celebration. You and your partner are always together and working on a good case to work your way up." Said Madam L. Yung giving the young male a genuine smile.

"Mhm." 

Her smile fell as she asked, "Where is your partner? Sometimes I usually see her around here." Toshiki looked back at her with a stoic expression and the shades that covered his eyes from not being blinded by the bright lights in the lobby.

"She's on vacation." He replied.

"Oh," Madam L. Yung looked at the male while pulling out a fan to wave in front of her. "Well, why didn't you tag along?" she asked, looking at the tall masculine male. 

"I didn't want to go when I have other things to worry about." He replied.

"Oh, I see. Is she working with someone else, I assume?" She asked. 

"You could say that." He replied.

Madam L. Yung smirked. 

"Well, I am sure she'll be back in the office to work on the finishing paperwork left on her desk. Besides, she couldn't be focusing more on her other job than leaving you both." She said, with a grin on her face. "You both are neck to neck against Miss Valentine and Mr. Walter." 

DING!

The elevator door opens as Toshiki steps inside and asks, "Coming in?" The young maiden shook her head. 

"I can't. I have a place to be and don't want to be late. Enjoy your day!" She waved as the door closed, and Toshiki pressed the button to level 50, where his office would be. 

He sighed as he leaned back against the wall as the numbers increased. He pulled out his phone to check any messages from either Mila or Y/N. They were his only two friends while working in the U.C.C. fU.C.C.r a few years. His phone screen showed his cat Olive, and as he unlocked it, he pressed through the images. 

One image showed him and Y/N eating at McDonald's, and she was stuffing her face full of food. He remembers scolding her because she'll either get hiccups or choke. Another one was him, Y/N, and Mila together after capturing another prostitute. There were other pictures he remembered, and he missed. 

He remembered those days hanging out with Y/N and missed her dearly in the office. She would bug him and ask him to accompany her for lunch, shopping, and movie night sessions. Now, Y/N worked as a bodyguard because she wanted to do something else for a change, and working with a star is another thing he didn't seem to believe that she would fit right in. Of all people, Michael Jackson got her in his hands to work for him, and not only that, she started dating him. 

The elevator soon stops on his floor, and the office looks quite empty since Toshiki wanders through the dark empty hallway and goes to his office. Number 512 was his office. He dug into his pocket to grab a key and unlock the door to enter his office. 

He went over to sit and saw the sky cloudy and dark. It was raining, and little droplets of rain made his mood duller. He was about to sit at his desk when his eyes scanned over a file. He turned on the desk lamp to read "Unsolved Case" and opened it to read through the file.

"Oh my..." He murmured. "I've got to inform Y/N about this." He replied. 

𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖: 45

You were sitting in the living watching the kids as they were playing with their toys. That was when your phone vibrated, and it was Toshiki.

"Hi, Toshiki! How are you today?" You asked. 

"I'm in a mood today but need to inform you about something." He said as he began to drop down about an "Unsolved Case" he found lying on his desk. "I don't know what this is about, and it doesn't show a photo of the person nor his real name either. His nickname is "Mr. Prince," and he's got quite a historical background." 

You sat up, holding the phone in your ear, "Can you send it to me? I'll check it out." You said, standing on your two feet to walk directly to the shared bedroom. 

Michael was still fast asleep, and you went over to dig inside the suitcase and find your laptop. Toshiki sent you the files already in documents and said he'll also look into the case further. You sat on the bed and pulled up to read about this fascinating person.

Name: Mr. Prince

Age: Unknown

Status: Alive

Race: Black

Eye color: Brown

Height: 6'3

History Background: Criminal, Drug addict, Alcoholic, Threat, and Vogue

Crimes: 44 

Job: Jewelry Store Owner

Location: Uknown (Last seen in San Diego)

"Hm, a mysterious person you are, Mr. Prince. You might be a thief to steal jewels and have committed crimes since the mid-80s." You muttered, and Michael was soon moving around his sleep, opening his eyes.

You shut your laptop, greeting him with a small smile. 

"How was your nap?" You asked. 

"It was okay. However, I still feel exhausted after flying for a six-hour flight. My back still hurts." He said; as he sat up a little, you placed your laptop down and went over to his side. 

"Allow me." You placed your hands on his shoulders to give him a massage. He moaned to feel his muscles popping and relaxing a bit. 

"Were you working on something, baby?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's kind of important, but I will get it out of the way in no time." You reassured. 

"Get ready. We have to head to the spot where we can rehearse this afternoon." Said, Michael.