Prologue
AN:This is my first story, so if you have anything to suggest I'm all ears
It was a dark and stormy night, I was riding my motorcycle at full speed and didn't see the figure of a man in front of me so I crashed into him and a loud piercing sound scrached my ears. The last thing I heard before darkness had sucumed me in it's depths was the sound of sirens and the tapping of running feet.
I woke up fully alert to the eye popping view of a gun in my face and the heavy weight of metal on my hands. Whiteout a second thought I snapped up in a standing position and gave the gunholder a spine chilling glare that read: Get that thing out of my face! He must have understood because the next thing I knew, he was standing above me clutching my neck and spitting in my face the words I knew were inevitable.
"You'd better watch you're mouth, little girl!" he yelled with disgust and sort of insulting, but then his expression changed to one of pure slyness with slight humour. He then added with a crooked 'all knowing' smirk
"You don't know what you've just gotten yourself into, do you now?" I was a little frightened to say the least, I mean I have encountered these kind of mishaps before, but it never got to the point were I'd actually get into 'something' big, so yeah I was kinda freaked.
I guess I must have let out some of that fear on my face 'cause the guy started laughing like crazy and I do mean like CRAZY . After he finished his little show he pulled me by the neck, so that I could stand on my knees and whispered in my ear
"Unfortunately you won't live long enough to find out" with those last words he threw me over his shoulder and yelled to the other men around us "GO TO BASE AND ANNOUNCE THE CAPTAIN!"
Meanwhile I was still processing his last words and after they sank in I started kicking and screaming "LET GO YOU SCUM BAG!" The man was furious so he dropped me and kicked me in the stomach, hard.
"SHUT UP BITCH OR NEXT TIME I WON'T HOLD BACK!" still clutching my stomach I looked at him and for the first time since the accident really saw him.
He was a rummaged painting that had clearly been beaten and mistreated without sparing any pity. He had numorouse scares and bruises all over his deathly pale skin . He had some yellow bandages cover his forehead and arms. His baggy millitary cloths hugged every inch of muscle he had and his pale blue eyes bore no emotion, but the tragic tale of past events. It matched the man's spiky brown hair, which also looked like a beaten up bush dumped in hot water.
That's when it hit me. The man let go of me and even though I still had the handcuffs on I jumped up from the ground and dashed in the opposite direction. It didn't take him too long to realise what just happened and soon he was yelling to the now confused men around him to follow me. I could here the men quickly catching up to me and then another realisation hit me (that seems to happen quite often, doesn't it?) MY BIKE! The sudden calusion with the man figure made it slide all the way to the end of the street, more precisely TWO FEET AWAY FROM ME! I quickly turned it over and hopped on leaving a trail of whining men behind me. I couldn't help, but yell:
"WHOOHOOOO Take that SUCKERS!",but that was later met by the sound of roaring engines approaching me from behind at full speed, however the most gobsmacking event yet was the sudden disappearance of the road ahead of me. I let out a quick WTF before sliding down a metal tunnel. The opening closed right after I slid in right before the men could enter the tunnel. I started laughing uncontrolably at just the thought of their big,bad guy faces squished in a metal wall, but my happiness was cut short when my front tire hit the smooth, yet slippery surface of a tile covered floor. And I was, yet again, sliding into the unknown, but this time it was a short trip because I soon crashed in what I presume was an office desk sending me into the second coma of the night . All I can say was that this was turning out to be quite a night, too bad I was missing almost half of it thanks to these not so self indused comas!
After awaking from the hopefully LAST (you hear that author!) coma I slightly peeked over the desk and was met by the... BUSTY CHEST OF A WOMAN! This made me jump a few steps back, but then trip on my fallen bike and land on my ass looking surprisingly, humorously scared at the woman in front of me She just stared back and looked me straight in eye then furrowed her eyebrows and yelled in an angry voice
"ARE YOU NUTS! YOU COULD'VE DIED IF WE HADN'T SHOWN UP AND HELPED YOUR SORRY ASS! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOU CAUSED!" she kept on yelling and scolding me while I unsuccessfully tried to tune her out, seriously what's with people and yelling at me today? OK so I might have run over a guy who was in cahoots with a gangster or whatever and then almost crashed into this hag, but besides that I did nothing wrong... ok maybe a few here and wait the hag's done talking/yelling.
I removed my hands from my ears and looked at the woman, who still looked furious but tried controling herself. She clutched a half empty bottle of sake in her left hand and gulped it down in one go, then threw the bottle somewhere and a loud crash could be heard. Geez, talk about anger issues, however she looked unfazed by the recent event and looked at me with a serious face.
"Why were you messing with those gangsters?" she calmly asked, which after what just happened seemed a little out of place.I on the other was pondering if I should tell her or not. For all I know she might be an agent of the gang's, so I stubbornly crossed my arms and huffed
"Why should I tell you?I don't even know who you are?" The woman in front of me just smirked and said
"Well, that's understandable. I mean you just arrived from a life or death chase through New York City after being kidnapped, but let me tell you this... ,she paused and took out another bottle of sake from under the table, this time with a glass. She poured herself a glass and gulped it down much like the bottle before, but then slammed it on the counter table "I AM NOT HERE TO PLAY GAMES, SO IF I ASK YOU SOMETHING I EXPECT YOU TO ANSWER,GOT IT?
All I managed in response was a weak nod then she calmed down and repeated the previous question while I made a mental note not to get on this woman's bad side again and added moody to the list of traits to be afraid of. I finally answered her question by explaining the nights events not letting out the part of how protective the man got when I called him a scum bag and how train-wrecked he looked At this the woman laughed histericaly and said
"Well you're definietly a weird one! Most girls don't really take the time to critic their capturer's appearance and if they do I don't think they escape as well. Hey,listen! How would you like to join the KSF."
"KSF?"
"Yeah, Konoha's Secret Forces. I'm Tsunade the leader of this organization KSF recruits kids that show potencial in fighting, spying, infiltrating anything that has to do with being a spy. After the recruits have been trained for at least a year they are send on the field to start their life as spies for the first time. Meaning you'll be sent to either capture or help people,escort/protect assigned VIPs or maybe even go what do you say?"
Tsunade smiled at me awaiting my reply as though she just asked me a very simple, everyday question, which now, was most definatley not the case. I mean the way things are going tonight I wouldn't be surprised if my principal turned out to be a three headed weasel, this I truely belive is possible, but a SPY. It does sound quite tempting, but what about my life, so far. Ok that sounded like a cliche, OF COURSE I was gonna have to have a double life like that blonde pop star, what was her name again? Christe Tennessee, Hey Pork New York, THAT'S NOT EVEN A NAME! Anyway back to my problem ...thinking ...thinking...THINKING ...AHHHH! MY HEAD'S GONNA HAVE A MENTAL MELT DOWN! You know what? I've got nothing to lose, so I clasped both hands behind my head supporting it and crossed my legs over her desk leaning back a little. With a mischeviouse look on my face I gave the leaderess a toothy grin and said in a confident voice
"SIGN ME UP! From now on call me T&T 'CAUSE I'm DY-NA-MITE! At this Tsunade grinned back and said: "T&T? Well, that's an interesting one."
"T&T WELCOME TO KSF!"
From then on I became one of the greatest spies in KSF, specializing in weapons, combat close/long distance, lock picking and protection. That earned me the rank of co-captain of HKS. HKS is the best spy group in the industry. I grew up since then and am now 16 (I was 13 back then) I wear my hair in two buns, that didn't change and a tight, black, mid-sleeved shirt with a forest green strip at the bottom, tight black pants and knee-high black boots with splashes of green here and there. My team members are:
Sakura Haruno a.k.a BB, which stands for Black Blossom or Ino's favourite Billboard Brow. She's captain, hacker and planner or multigirl because she's got leadership skills and can practically hack into anything, so she guides us through our missions. She's got super human strenght and a big forehead, hence the nickname Billboard Brow. She's got the same outfight as me exept for the pink Sakura Blossom on the left side of her shirt and pink pedals on her boots here and there.
Hinata Hyuga a.k.a Miss White or Miss Lava, both can mean what they say or Miss in both casses is Mysterious and Lava Lavender. She's the team's infiltrator because she specializes in stealth and infiltration. She's sometime's a little shy, but that never stops her from kicking a guy's ass for pissin' her off. Same outfit with a white/lavender teardrop on her shirt and and two white flowing spirals that start from her boot's heel to it's top.
Ino Yamanaka a.k.a TwistFlo, which stands for Twisted Flower because she looks beautiful, but has way to big of a temper and a loud mouth. Sakura also calls her Pig.
She's the team's distraction or bait, specializing in mind control, seduction, puppeteering. Same outfit with a purple spiral in the middle of her shirt and purple strips encycling the top of her boots.
AN:Well that was it R&R and tell me if I should continue,please and if I made any grammar mistakes tell me.