Chapter 1

Hey people. This is a fanfiction that I'm co-writing with Kiyomizu Yukiko. She's currently working on another story on her account so be sure to check it out.

We don't own anything accept our OC's and the plot.

So…without further ado, our story starts…

The girl breathed heavily, sweat dripping down her forehead as she crouched down in the underbrush. She swept her red-brown hair away from her face as she waited for her target to approach. She held a kunai, firmly in her right hand, ready to pounce and kill at any moment.

There! A flash of a blue flame was visible between the openings of the bush and she leapt out like a cat. Grabbing her target by his shoulder, she set the cold blade against his throat.

"Move and your throat gets slit," the girl growled.

A smirk crept up his face. "Not this time, Victoria."

Victoria turned around and her garnet eyes widened in surprise. A large man stood about two meters behind her and lifted his arm, which held a gun, towards her.

"Crap!" she shouted but her demeanor quickly changed. "Just kidding~!" A Cheshire cat grin spread across her face. "Now, Tammie!"

In realization of what was going to happen, horror spread across the face of the gunner and the boy she was holding. A sweet melody drifted across the forest.

"It's your loss, Basil, Tumeric." Victoria gave the two guys a smirk.

Soon a fury of red wind-like blades surrounded them. These were storm attribute wind flames that were controlled by the sound of a woodwind instrument. The melody grew faster and louder as the winds spiraled around them cutting Basil and Tumeric. Yet the wind seemed to shift around Victoria, not leaving a single cut on her. From the distance an amethyst eyed girl stood on a branch of a tree, gently holding a piccolo against her lip as her light blue hair billowed around her by the strong wind.

*TWEEEET* The sound of a whistle was heard and the blade like winds disappeared immediately. A man wearing an orange construction suit jumped down from a tree and walked toward them, soon joined by the other girl. It was Sawada Iemitsu, Tsuna's dad and Tammie Zhang, Victoria Park's partner in crime. Tammie twirled her piccolo around in her fingers as she high fived Victoria.

"Good job, Tammie," Victoria said, helping Basil to his feet.

Tammie grinned. "Of course! It was a great strategy, a trap inside of a trap. As expected of you Vicky~! They fell for it perfectly."

Basil sputtered while holding his bleeding arm. "A plan? That whole thing was a set up?"

"Of course!" Tammie answered.

"But we found Victoria by her harsh breathing!" Basil said defiantly.

Victoria rolled her eyes. "Intentional obviously, as if I would get caught by something like that."

Iemitsu laughed heartily. "Yeah, but it was a great risk you were taking, Victoria. If Tammie hadn't controlled the attack so well you would have been cut up too!"

"Of course I wouldn't! I can control it perfectly now!" Tammie scoffed.

Victoria smiled. "Yep, it was perfectly safe. Besides, Tammie didn't even have any killing intent, if she did, these guys would have been cut and served as sushi."

Tumeric shook his head in disbelief. If Tammie could pull off such a powerful attack like that with no killing intent I would hate to see her angry.

Oregano came running up to them holding a first aid kit and started tending to the two guys. Lal Mirch followed behind her and smacked Basil and Turmeric on the head.

"You guys can't even beat two fifteen year old girls and you call yourself men?!" She fumed as she shouted at them.

Vicky and Tammie snickered, watching the two 'men' get lectured, well more like beat up, by Lal. They were about to walk away to the CEDEF base that was stationed in America before Iemitsu stopped them.

"Hey, I need to talk to you two," he said.

"Sure~" Tammie chirped as she skipped up to him.

Victoria narrowed her eyes as she walked over. "Something's up, huh."

Iemitsu nodded. "Our negotiation with the American Mafia family, Eramo Family, didn't turn out so well."

"Really? That sucks, you guys came all the way over to the U.S., built a CEDEF base in a heavily forested area, just to have it blown over? Do you need us to go beat some people up?" Tammie offered.

"In a way… I'm sending you two to Japan to secretly protect my son. The private jet will arrive tomorrow morning so you guys should go pack—"

He was interrupted by Victoria racing through the trees, running to the entrance to the CEDEF base.

"...That was fast," he commented.

Tammie sighed. "Well, that's the Japan fanatic for you. Why does your son need protecting? Isn't he supposed to be able to protect himself?"

"There have been some… complications." Iemitsu rubbed his stubble while in thought.

Tammie jogged toward the base and entered, heading towards the room she shared with Victoria. Victoria had finished packing and was sitting on her bed, swinging her feet.

"Excited, huh," Tammie said dryly as she took out her suitcase, filling it with clothes.

Victoria's glimmer in her eye was enough of an answer for her. She cheerfully lay down on her bed while waiting for Tammie to hurry up and pack. Japan and beating the shit out of people, two of my favorite things. This is going to be fun.

"I bet you were too preoccupied by the fact you were going to your beloved Japan and didn't hear Iemitsu say we had to secretly protect his son."

The grin got wiped off instantly. "The one that looks like he'd be the perfect uke for all of the yaoi parings in the world?"

Tammie groaned. "You and your Japanese references. Yes, Tsuna. The one Iemitsu showed us a picture of…what other son would there be? And besides, it's not right to judge a book by its cover."

Victoria shrugged as she turned onto her stomach. Protecting…not exactly the top of my list of favorite things to do. Torturing? Yes. Touring Japan? Yes. But protecting? No. Maybe this wouldn't be that fun.

Tammie zipped up her suitcase and Victoria rolled off the bed, landing on the floor with a 'thunk'.

Tammie stared at Victoria who was grimacing in pain. "Didn't that hurt?"

"Nah, I have enough fat on me to protect myself."

"What fat, you're like a stick."

"I don't want to hear that from a tall stick."

"Then get off your beloved computer and actually sleep at night. Then, maybe, just maybe you'll grow, dumbass."

"Ouch, now that hurt."

"Whatever. Now hurry up and change, you have blood all over your clothes. It's disturbing."

Victoria stuck her tongue out. "No, I like it."

Tammie looked at her as if she was crazy. "Well, I am talking to a sadist here."

"I was being sarcastic," she said, smacking Tammie upside the head. Victoria went back to her suitcase to get her pajamas for the night.

"Ouch…" Tammie said, rubbing her head. "You're becoming like Lal."

"Shut up," She said while reopening and sorting through her suitcase, "I don't think we are going to get any sleep tonight…"

"You mean, you won't be getting any sleep tonight," Tammie retorted.

"Yeah, yeah. G' night." And Victoria was out when her head hit the pillow. Tammie chuckled and sat there staring at the ceiling. I wonder if the people in Japan will be nice… I hope my Japanese is good enough… And she, too, was out like a light.

The next morning, Victoria rolled out of bed and pulled out some things from her suitcase. She quickly changed into a black tank top, jean shorts, and a military styled sleeveless jacket. After sliding on some wristbands, necklaces, and a hat that said EVIL, she picked up her suitcase.

Tammie followed her example and the two girls were ready to leave. Victoria suddenly turned around, facing Tammie, and shook her head.

"What?" Tammie asked.

"I can't believe the style of your clothes," Victoria said, shaking her head.

"Says the one that dresses like some street gangster."

"I do not."

"Hmph." Tammie looked down at herself. She was wearing a strapless corset-like top that was cut off short to reveal a strip of her stomach. She also wore jean shorts, striped knee high socks, and fingerless gloves. She had a lace black headband on, which pushed some of her hair back.

"Well…it is kind of a gothic Lolita style…" she murmured.

Victoria laughed and walked out, heading downstairs. At the entrance she pulled on her combat boots while Tammie laced up her black Converse.

And cut. So some of you might be confused about the "uke" reference. No, it's not a ukulele.

"The true definition of 'Uke' is actually 'Receiver' which is related to something called 'Seme' which is 'attacker'. Both Uke and Seme are involved in homosexual relationships, Mainly in Yaoi and Yuri. Seme is the dominate one (the one on top) and uke is the one on the bottom."

How…awkward.


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