Art X Reader
Chapter 1: Targeted Name
You let out a small pout when you heard a knock disrupt you from eating your delicious slice of cake. You place down the plate on the table, walking to answer your door. You blink at two unrecognizable pair, noting their slightly formal attire.
"Hello?" You wondered if they went to the wrong apartment.
"Hello, we apologize for disturbing you, __(l/n)-san, but we're from the Yokohama Police Department." The shorter male with lilac hair reveals his police badge as well as his partner. "May we come in?"
"Oh, umm, sure. Please do." You stepped to the side and welcomed them into your home. You quickly went to kitchen and prepared beverages and snacks for your guests. You placed the tray on the table in the living room before settling down on the couch. The boys occupied the chair on both sides of the couch, thanking you for the food.
"Is everything all right? Did something happen?" Panic flashes in your __(e/c) orbs as you think of the worst scenario possible. "Is my family okay?"
"__(l/n)-san, your family is safe. It's actually you that we have to be concerned about." You hear the older male reply.
"Yes. As we stated before, we're from the Yokohama Police Department. My name is Art and this is my partner Gasuke. Have you heard about the recent murder cases around the city?"
"Briefly. I haven't had much time to look into it."
"There has been three bodies found from different areas of Yokohama. While trying to find a connection, we noted that all victims were female, but ranged variously in age. According to the victims' family and friends, none of them knew one another. Their backgrounds had no significant ties with any of them as well. After the third death, there was another link that we overlooked. We didn't consider it much in the beginning, but after further research, we believe we have a clue to preventing the murderer's next move."
"What's the clue then?" You weren't understanding how you were involved.
"They all shared the same name." Gasuke answers. "They were named __(full name). Your name isn't uncommon so that's why we didn't think much of it. But when we looked up the list of all registered persons living in Yokohama with your name, you were the last one. We think someone is trying to come after you."
"M-me? But...I didn't do anything! All I do is spend time with my family and friends and work! Sometimes I'll go to the mall or go on vacations. But I don't remember doing anything terrible to someone."
"We believe you, __(l/n)-san, we have checked your records and everything is clean. Do you perhaps remember someone ever saying anything to you? Or did you happen to see something? How about an ex boyfriend or boyfriend who you had an argument with?"
"No, none of that! Like I said, my life isn't that interesting for someone to want to go after. I'm pretty much boring! Sometimes I feel like I have no social life! I don't even have a boyfriend! Why would someone want to come after me?" You were fidgeting in your seat, hands on your mouth while trying to figure out why anyone would want to kill you.
"It's all right, __(l/n)-san, we promise nothing will happen to you." Art moves from his seat to beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder to soothe you.
"We'll assign a bodyguard to you at all times until the felon is caught. Will you accept?"
"Of course. So, when is my bodyguard going to be here? And who will it be?"
"If you can come to the station with us now, we'll introduce you to him along with the rest of the team who is working on this case."
You agreed easily, trailing behind the duo to the parking lot. Before you reached the white car, your surroundings became blurry and your feet were no longer bearing any weight. You glance down at your waist to find a thick, string-like material coiled around you. Tilting your head up to follow the string, your eyes widened at a man crawling up the side of your apartment building.
He had large spider legs protruding from his spine, the long fibers originating from his palms. He reels you closer to him and you attempt to break free from his binds.
"Perfect match!" He exclaims, holding up a picture after studying your face.
"__(l/n)-san!" Art removes his gun from its holder, aiming at the human spider. He hesitates at firing, seeing how you were also at risk of being hurt.
"Let me go!" You growled, slamming your head against his nose.
"Argh! Stupid woman!" He releases the picture, holding onto his aching face. His eyes catch three more people below, frowning at the increase of his enemies.
"There he is!" You hear a young girl say and watch her point in your direction. "My hamburger."
The short female stands below you before bending her knees slightly and jumping at high speed. Yours and your kidnapper's eyes widen at how quickly she was flying to you, her fist suddenly colliding with his jaw. While the pain was registering throughout his body, the strands from his palms become disconnected.
Before Art runs to where you would land, the boy with bandages on his cheeks and nose disappears from his spot. He materializes behind you, grabbing you tightly before vanishing from your falling location.
"Oi! Hajime-chan! That was dangerous!" You hear him slightly scold at the red eyed girl and you opened your eyes to find you are now standing in front of the two Yokohama police partners.
"Are you all right, __(l/n)-san?" Art attempts to free you from your webbed constraints.
"We're sorry for the trouble." A tall man with glasses helps Art tear the thick strands easily.
"Actually, I'm quite grateful for your arrival." says Art. "I was not expecting a Minimum Holder to be involved."
You hear small mumbles and groans coming from behind and you see the small girl dragging your captor by the back of his sleeve. She drops him in front of Art and Gasuke, holding out her palm to them.
"Hajime-chan, you should be apologizing to the pretty girl instead! You almost dropped her."
She turns to you, still exposing her hand and looking up at you with big, red eyes. "Hamburger?"
"You're...hungry?" You laugh sheepishly at her carefree behavior.
"That's not an apology!" Your savior sighs. "Anyway, my name's Nice and the other one is Murasaki. Sorry about Hajime-chan. That guy made her drop her hamburger and she gets quite upset when she can't eat."
"It's fine. You guys did save me so I do owe you."
"That's going to have to wait. We should take you to the station and introduce your bodyguard as well as question this guy." Gasuke interrupts.
"Thanks again for your help. I'll see you later, Nice." Art smiles slightly at the three, leading you to his vehicle. .
You were seated in an office with a few other law enforcers scattered around the room. Art was leaning against a desk, looking through a thin set of papers.
"__(l/n)-san, this is the team that is working on your case. I know I mentioned about assigning one of them to you as a bodyguard, but I've decided to make some changes. I will be your guardian instead."
"What? But you can't be in charge of the case and be the bodyguard. Those are two stressful roles." Gasuke argues for the sake of Art's health. He's seen how the young male is when stressed and didn't want him to unfairly burden himself.
"Now that Minimum Holders are involved, I would feel better if I was by __(l/n)'s side. I have more experience with Minimum Holders than with anyone else in the building. I am not saying that I am above everyone, but I wouldn't want my comrades hurt knowing that I could have prevented it. You all still have other tasks to complete, so don't think you're off the mission."
"At least divide the responsibilities for leading the case." The older man was one of the few that could freely speak with Art in this manner. The others were afraid to offend their Superintendent, even though Art was an approachable person. 
"I know that I'm not really part of delegating any tasks, but I agree with Gasuke-san. I would feel better if you didn't overwork yourself. If you become too distracted or end up getting sick because of stress, then who's going to help me?" You voiced your concerns and the rest of the team calmly and quietly agreed with you.
"Art, let me be in charge of this. Just focus on keeping __(l/n)-san safe. Trust in me, partner." He smiles slightly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I guess it can't be helped." Art sighs in defeat, but understands from yours and his coworkers' point of view.
"What should I make for dinner today?" you ask yourself, looking through your fridge and cabinets.
"I wonder what Art-kun would like?" You pull out your cell phone from your pocket, searching through your contacts before pressing on Art's name. It has been almost two months since you've gained a bodyguard and there has only been two more incidents of attempted kidnapping.
None of your captors revealed any information, which made it harder to pinpoint their true objective. Everyone was working hard on your case, even Nice offered his assistance and that gesture made you feel a little more safe.
"Hello?" Your bodyguard answers after a series of rings.
"Hi, Art. What do you want for dinner?"
"Dinner? Oh, that's all right, __(l/n)-san, please don't trouble yourself. I'll get something when Gasuke takes over for my break." Art and the others would alternate guard duties to relieve them from working long hours. It would be impossible for Art to continuously watch you during the entire mission.
"C'mon, don't be like that! I would really appreciate it if you come up and have dinner with me or are you trying to say that my cooking sucks?"
"No, of course not, __(l/n)-san. It's just that I'm on duty an-"
"It's not like you're abandoning your responsibilities. You're going to be in the same room as me anyway. Besides, you're starting to look like a stalker."
"S-stalker? Why would you think that?" You could hear his embarrassment and confusion.
"I don't think it, it's my neighbors. You're always parked by my apartment and you barely leave that spot so they've been noticing you and warning me to be careful." You see him glance up at you from his car and you give him a teasing smile and a small wave.
"All right, I'm coming up."
"Great! I'll start getting out the--Ahh!!" As soon as you reenter your home, you see a man slip through the thin crack of your front door.
"__(l/n)-san?! Are you okay? __(l/n)-san!" You are unable to respond to Art, your brain trying to decide where to escape. He was currently blocking the exit and you were too high up to jump from your window. His figure returns to its normal size, taking out a picture and comparing you with it.
"Got you." He smirks before sprinting towards you. You moved to the side to evade him, pushing any furniture objects to delay him. His body unnaturally twists and shifts in different directions to avoid and you're beginning to run out of ideas. You can hear Art banging on the door and shouting your name, tampering with the lock.
You run to your only possible exit route but something encases over your wrist. You are roughly pulled further from where Art is, feeling yourself being dragged towards the balcony.
"Stop! What the hell do you want from me!?" You dropped your weight to the floor.
"You'll find out if you come quietly with me!" His fist smacks your cheek harshly, but it wasn't hard enough to lose your consciousness. You glance at a glass cup on the table nearby and you immediately grab it, suddenly ramming it into your captor's face. The shards break against your palm and his head, piercing through your skin. His grip tightens on your wrist as he fights through the pain, but you repeatedly hit his affected area until his fingers weaken around you.
"Art! I'm opening the door!" In mere seconds, you unlock the door and pull it open, allowing the inspector in.
"Get back here!" You hear the flexible male growl and speed towards your back.
"Get down, __(l/n)-san!" You followed Art's instruction and a loud bang makes your body jolt slightly. You stay in your covered position and move only when you feel someone help you to your feet.
"You're hurt." Art frowns, noting the redness on your cheek and blood on your hand.
"I'm fine. It actually doesn't hurt."
"It will later. Let's get you to the hospital."
"But what about the-" Before you could turn your head, Art carefully faces your towards the door, guiding you outside. He didn't want you to see the body.
"Gasuke and the others will take care of it." Art knew you wouldn't react well to the corpse and wanted to avoid adding more fear in you. After calling the rest of the police force, he brings you to the nearest health facility where you could be properly treated.
"You're right, I'm starting to feel the pain now." You pouted while you and Art were waiting for the discharge papers from the doctor.
"The pain medication he gave you should work in a few minutes." He replies, seeing you alternate hands with the ice pack for your cheek to reduce swelling. With your bandaged hand, it was slightly difficult for you to hold the cold bag. He sits closer beside you, taking the small pouch and gently pressing it against the bruising area.
"You're welcome." He smiles slightly, mentally reviewing today's incident. "__(l/n)-san, there's something I need to ask of you."
"Sure, what is it?" You glance at the lilac haired man.
"Let's move in together."
 Apparently, Art's the director for the Yokohama Police Department.
 I have no idea if that's true or not ^^U