Black Rose, White Sakura
A/N: This is sort of experimental. It's a Digimon/ Streetfighter crossover in a way. Rated R for language and certain scenes. Enjoy!
Miyako breathed the sweet scented air of the dojo carefully, fighter's senses at alert, even at her training place. She frowned as she continued to meditate, amber eyes closed. A stray breeze ruffled the ribbons on the twin buns on either side of her head, efficiently holding up her lavender hair. Finally pulling herself out of her meditation, she got up, stretching. The call of her cell phone caught her attention and she walked over to a bench, sitting down and picking it up.
"Hello? Miyako Inuoe, Interpol agent speaking."
"Miyako, I have a new assignment for you. It does involve the Shadow organization in case you were wondering and in case it sparks your interest."
"You damn well know it does."
A dry chuckle came at the other end of the line. "Take the next flight to London now and I'll explain to you at headquarters."
"Alright, bye." She turned it off and tucked the phone into a pocket of her shirt. "Looks like I'm going to good old foggy London."
About a day later she was at headquarters, pacing in her office. She whipped around as someone opened the door almost silently. A young man with a blond hair and icy blue eyes was standing the doorway, holding a briefcase.
"Excuse me, Miss Inuoe?" He looked slightly apologetic, glancing at the nametag on her door swiftly.
"Yes?" she asked, slightly impatient.
"My name is Takeru Takaishi, I believe that I am to be an intern agent working with you," he said hesitantly in a clipped English accent but a trace of Japanese in it as well.
"You are Japanese, are you not?" Miyako asked in Japanese with a slight smirk lingering on her face.
"Yes, why do you ask? Are you from there as well?" He appeared surprised.
"No, I was born and bred in China, but anyways." She switched back to English. "I have no idea why they would assign you to be my intern. I am an agent that works mostly out of this country."
"They thought that I would be suited to you," he said softly, looking down.
"Well then, if you have to work with me, you have to work hard, do you understand?" she responded crisply. "Look me in the eyes, boy."
He looked up at her. "I could ask for another agent if you wish…"
"Never mind, you'll do," she cut him off tartly. "I have an assignment as well, mind you, I'm not going to be your caretaker. You'll be dealing with most of my paperwork for the first few days. I hear one complaint and you will have to find yourself a new person to work with, am I clear?"
He nodded silently and she continued. "Are you any good at fighting?"
"I know some," he offered.
"What? Elaborate for me kindly. Jujitsu, Tae Kwon Do, Kendo…"
"My brother has a dojo and he's a fighter in Jujitsu."
"What's his name?" Miyako then looked interested.
"Yamato, but he's known as Matt Ishida in tournaments."
"Ishida, Ishida… I know him, I saw him at a tournament once. A very good fighter, but he has an odd sort of discipline."
Takeru shrugged. "I suppose so, but he trained me. He's after someone who killed our parents, and his lover."
"And who would that be?"
"A street fighter only known as Devi." The boy's ice blue eyes looked almost sorrowful, and slightly hollow.
"I've heard of the son of a bitch," Miyako said grimly, a hint of a snarl in her voice. "Damned good fighter he is, but he has his weaknesses, I've beaten him before in tournaments."
"My brother would probably love to know them." He looked slightly excited.
"I'm not going to tell him, he'll have to find out for himself what weaknesses there are." The door then opened again and she sighed in slightly exasperation.
A brunette girl with her hair in a neat bun and wearing jeans with a t- shirt with a Chinese character on it peeked in. "Miyako? My brother wants to see you."
"Finally, he decides to," she said with satisfaction. "Hikari? Meet Takeru, my new intern."
"Pleased to meet you," she bowed to the both of them, brown eyes shy and polite.
Takeru looked slightly awestruck but snapped out of it to bow back (though it may have been because Miyako had stepped on his foot secretly and with some force). "Same here."
She giggled and swept off. Miyako noted his look and said candidly, "I'd watch yourself when you're with her. She has a tough brother."
"So, I think I may be able to handle him…" Takeru had a dreamy look on his face and she stepped on his foot again.
"I'm serious, you know how most brothers think along the lines of with guys their sisters date, 'You break my sister's heart and I break your face?' Well, this guy is going on the lines of, 'You break my sister's heart and I break your whole body.' And he means it, you should have seen what he did to his sister's last ex, I still wince at the thought."
He did wince. "Nice to know…"
She dropped a stack of file folders on top of her desk. "While I'm gone, file these papers, and don't you dare look through my private folders or you'll wish you were never born." She gave him a frosty glare.
"Yes ma'am," he said awkwardly.
"And don't use that, it makes me feel old, call me Miyako. I'll be back quickly, so start filing."
Miyako left him and strode down the hall to the elegant office of one of her superiors, Taichi Yagami. He was talking with someone, several someones to be more accurate, and she could not help but listen in.
"-She's one of our best agents, you can trust her with your life, never failed a mission."
"I'm taking your word for this, I should have taken action on this a long time ago."
"I know, my friend. But she is the best, intelligent, shrewd agent as well as a competent and very good fighter."
"Would she be able to go against my particular problem?"
"I don't know, but she's had experience with them."
Miyako knocked, clearing her throat loudly, and walked in. In the large, spacious, yet Spartan style, office, two men were sitting in seats.
One was older than her, with brown hair and brown eyes, dressed in a comfortable, yet slightly formal long sleeved white shirt half tucked into dark khakis. He had a cheerful smile always, but looked slightly worried currently.
The other was a boy around her age, dressed impeccably in a navy blue suit. His neatly cut long blue hair framed a pale skinned face with distant indigo eyes with a hint of hollowness within them. He looked at her with a searching look.
Miyako frowned inwardly at her appearance. She was wearing her normal outfit of a blue silk Chinese style high collared shirt over loose pants of the same material. The blue silk was pattered with gold dragons on the fabric and the shirt was belted with a strip of black leather. Her hair was in its traditional high buns, wrapped with material and tied with ribbon. She put her hands on her hips, looking levelly at them both.
"You were expecting me, Mr. Yagami?"
"Yes, I was," Taichi said automatically, looking at her. "Meet Ken Ichijouji. Mr. Ichijouji, this is Miyako Inuoe, my top agent."
"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Inuoe," the blue haired man said politely, getting up and taking her hand.
To her surprise, he lightly kissed it, looking into her eyes at the whole time then sat down. Fighting back the temptation to blush, she replied evenly, "As it is to meet you, Mr. Ichijouji."
"We have a few leads on the Shadow organization, and Mr. Ichijouji here has most of them."
Indigo eyes bored in amber as Ken continued for Taichi. "I believe I know where the leader of the whole organization resides. Pied is very clever, I'll have to give him credit, but I have a useful contact with him."
"You have my attention," Miyako said carefully. "Please go on."
"I have a long strife with Pied, he deserved his just reward long ago." An almost mad glint appeared the man's eye. "I will give you this information, as long as you allow me to get my hands on him."
"If you wanted to get your hands on the bastard, why are you coming to us?" Miyako snapped; ignoring the warning glare Taichi shot her.
"Because I know I cannot get to him alone," Ken said frostily. "With the help of Interpol, it would be easier to get to him."
"And what are your motives for wanting to kill him, Mr. Ichijouji?" Miyako asked, just for curiosity's sake. Taichi gave her another glare and she knew she was in for a shouting match later with him.
"That, is classified information," the indigo eyed man said stiffly. "As well as being my own business. Taichi, I thought she would also be a bit more ah-"
"Polite?" the brunette supplied wryly. "My dear friend, she is being polite currently."
"Deal with it," Miyako said savagely, grinning wolfishly. "Take it or leave it Mr. Ichijouji, though I have my own reasons for wanting to grant Pied a long, painful vengeance."
"Alright," Ken said grudgingly, though a bit of amusement seemed to be in his eyes. He got up and walked out.
Taichi gave her a glare. "You are a valued member at times, but you're too damned vindictive."
"Thank you," she said sweetly. "I know that I'm a vindictive bitch, I've heard it so many times it's a compliment."
"What am I going to do with you?" he flung his hands up in despair.
"You can start by how you know this Ichijouji fellow, right now."
The brown haired man sighed. "Alright. He's part of a family that is strong in the Japanese government. Apparently he's after blood vengeance from Pied and the Shadow organization. I knew him a few years ago, and we're acquaintances, nothing more. Happy?"
"He's almost like me," she mused. "How is he in the way of martial arts?"
"Damn good. He's been training with the best since the age of three."
"Wonderful, just wonderful," she said sarcastically, crossing her arms.
"Calm down, he's a decent chap, once you get to know him."
"I'll believe that when I see it."
Her boss merely raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling, and chuckled to himself.
A/N: This is sort of experimental. It's a Digimon/ Streetfighter crossover in a way. Rated R for language and certain scenes. Enjoy!
Miyako breathed the sweet scented air of the dojo carefully, fighter's senses at alert, even at her training place. She frowned as she continued to meditate, amber eyes closed. A stray breeze ruffled the ribbons on the twin buns on either side of her head, efficiently holding up her lavender hair. Finally pulling herself out of her meditation, she got up, stretching. The call of her cell phone caught her attention and she walked over to a bench, sitting down and picking it up.
"Hello? Miyako Inuoe, Interpol agent speaking."
"Miyako, I have a new assignment for you. It does involve the Shadow organization in case you were wondering and in case it sparks your interest."
"You damn well know it does."
A dry chuckle came at the other end of the line. "Take the next flight to London now and I'll explain to you at headquarters."
"Alright, bye." She turned it off and tucked the phone into a pocket of her shirt. "Looks like I'm going to good old foggy London."
About a day later she was at headquarters, pacing in her office. She whipped around as someone opened the door almost silently. A young man with a blond hair and icy blue eyes was standing the doorway, holding a briefcase.
"Excuse me, Miss Inuoe?" He looked slightly apologetic, glancing at the nametag on her door swiftly.
"Yes?" she asked, slightly impatient.
"My name is Takeru Takaishi, I believe that I am to be an intern agent working with you," he said hesitantly in a clipped English accent but a trace of Japanese in it as well.
"You are Japanese, are you not?" Miyako asked in Japanese with a slight smirk lingering on her face.
"Yes, why do you ask? Are you from there as well?" He appeared surprised.
"No, I was born and bred in China, but anyways." She switched back to English. "I have no idea why they would assign you to be my intern. I am an agent that works mostly out of this country."
"They thought that I would be suited to you," he said softly, looking down.
"Well then, if you have to work with me, you have to work hard, do you understand?" she responded crisply. "Look me in the eyes, boy."
He looked up at her. "I could ask for another agent if you wish…"
"Never mind, you'll do," she cut him off tartly. "I have an assignment as well, mind you, I'm not going to be your caretaker. You'll be dealing with most of my paperwork for the first few days. I hear one complaint and you will have to find yourself a new person to work with, am I clear?"
He nodded silently and she continued. "Are you any good at fighting?"
"I know some," he offered.
"What? Elaborate for me kindly. Jujitsu, Tae Kwon Do, Kendo…"
"My brother has a dojo and he's a fighter in Jujitsu."
"What's his name?" Miyako then looked interested.
"Yamato, but he's known as Matt Ishida in tournaments."
"Ishida, Ishida… I know him, I saw him at a tournament once. A very good fighter, but he has an odd sort of discipline."
Takeru shrugged. "I suppose so, but he trained me. He's after someone who killed our parents, and his lover."
"And who would that be?"
"A street fighter only known as Devi." The boy's ice blue eyes looked almost sorrowful, and slightly hollow.
"I've heard of the son of a bitch," Miyako said grimly, a hint of a snarl in her voice. "Damned good fighter he is, but he has his weaknesses, I've beaten him before in tournaments."
"My brother would probably love to know them." He looked slightly excited.
"I'm not going to tell him, he'll have to find out for himself what weaknesses there are." The door then opened again and she sighed in slightly exasperation.
A brunette girl with her hair in a neat bun and wearing jeans with a t- shirt with a Chinese character on it peeked in. "Miyako? My brother wants to see you."
"Finally, he decides to," she said with satisfaction. "Hikari? Meet Takeru, my new intern."
"Pleased to meet you," she bowed to the both of them, brown eyes shy and polite.
Takeru looked slightly awestruck but snapped out of it to bow back (though it may have been because Miyako had stepped on his foot secretly and with some force). "Same here."
She giggled and swept off. Miyako noted his look and said candidly, "I'd watch yourself when you're with her. She has a tough brother."
"So, I think I may be able to handle him…" Takeru had a dreamy look on his face and she stepped on his foot again.
"I'm serious, you know how most brothers think along the lines of with guys their sisters date, 'You break my sister's heart and I break your face?' Well, this guy is going on the lines of, 'You break my sister's heart and I break your whole body.' And he means it, you should have seen what he did to his sister's last ex, I still wince at the thought."
He did wince. "Nice to know…"
She dropped a stack of file folders on top of her desk. "While I'm gone, file these papers, and don't you dare look through my private folders or you'll wish you were never born." She gave him a frosty glare.
"Yes ma'am," he said awkwardly.
"And don't use that, it makes me feel old, call me Miyako. I'll be back quickly, so start filing."
Miyako left him and strode down the hall to the elegant office of one of her superiors, Taichi Yagami. He was talking with someone, several someones to be more accurate, and she could not help but listen in.
"-She's one of our best agents, you can trust her with your life, never failed a mission."
"I'm taking your word for this, I should have taken action on this a long time ago."
"I know, my friend. But she is the best, intelligent, shrewd agent as well as a competent and very good fighter."
"Would she be able to go against my particular problem?"
"I don't know, but she's had experience with them."
Miyako knocked, clearing her throat loudly, and walked in. In the large, spacious, yet Spartan style, office, two men were sitting in seats.
One was older than her, with brown hair and brown eyes, dressed in a comfortable, yet slightly formal long sleeved white shirt half tucked into dark khakis. He had a cheerful smile always, but looked slightly worried currently.
The other was a boy around her age, dressed impeccably in a navy blue suit. His neatly cut long blue hair framed a pale skinned face with distant indigo eyes with a hint of hollowness within them. He looked at her with a searching look.
Miyako frowned inwardly at her appearance. She was wearing her normal outfit of a blue silk Chinese style high collared shirt over loose pants of the same material. The blue silk was pattered with gold dragons on the fabric and the shirt was belted with a strip of black leather. Her hair was in its traditional high buns, wrapped with material and tied with ribbon. She put her hands on her hips, looking levelly at them both.
"You were expecting me, Mr. Yagami?"
"Yes, I was," Taichi said automatically, looking at her. "Meet Ken Ichijouji. Mr. Ichijouji, this is Miyako Inuoe, my top agent."
"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Inuoe," the blue haired man said politely, getting up and taking her hand.
To her surprise, he lightly kissed it, looking into her eyes at the whole time then sat down. Fighting back the temptation to blush, she replied evenly, "As it is to meet you, Mr. Ichijouji."
"We have a few leads on the Shadow organization, and Mr. Ichijouji here has most of them."
Indigo eyes bored in amber as Ken continued for Taichi. "I believe I know where the leader of the whole organization resides. Pied is very clever, I'll have to give him credit, but I have a useful contact with him."
"You have my attention," Miyako said carefully. "Please go on."
"I have a long strife with Pied, he deserved his just reward long ago." An almost mad glint appeared the man's eye. "I will give you this information, as long as you allow me to get my hands on him."
"If you wanted to get your hands on the bastard, why are you coming to us?" Miyako snapped; ignoring the warning glare Taichi shot her.
"Because I know I cannot get to him alone," Ken said frostily. "With the help of Interpol, it would be easier to get to him."
"And what are your motives for wanting to kill him, Mr. Ichijouji?" Miyako asked, just for curiosity's sake. Taichi gave her another glare and she knew she was in for a shouting match later with him.
"That, is classified information," the indigo eyed man said stiffly. "As well as being my own business. Taichi, I thought she would also be a bit more ah-"
"Polite?" the brunette supplied wryly. "My dear friend, she is being polite currently."
"Deal with it," Miyako said savagely, grinning wolfishly. "Take it or leave it Mr. Ichijouji, though I have my own reasons for wanting to grant Pied a long, painful vengeance."
"Alright," Ken said grudgingly, though a bit of amusement seemed to be in his eyes. He got up and walked out.
Taichi gave her a glare. "You are a valued member at times, but you're too damned vindictive."
"Thank you," she said sweetly. "I know that I'm a vindictive bitch, I've heard it so many times it's a compliment."
"What am I going to do with you?" he flung his hands up in despair.
"You can start by how you know this Ichijouji fellow, right now."
The brown haired man sighed. "Alright. He's part of a family that is strong in the Japanese government. Apparently he's after blood vengeance from Pied and the Shadow organization. I knew him a few years ago, and we're acquaintances, nothing more. Happy?"
"He's almost like me," she mused. "How is he in the way of martial arts?"
"Damn good. He's been training with the best since the age of three."
"Wonderful, just wonderful," she said sarcastically, crossing her arms.
"Calm down, he's a decent chap, once you get to know him."
"I'll believe that when I see it."
Her boss merely raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling, and chuckled to himself.
