A/N: Alright, so this is my first fanfic. It took me ages to figure out this site, it was a thousand times more complicated than I thought it'd be (´−｀); the only reason this fic exists was because I thought Maki would look hot in a suit (*/ω＼*)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the prologue! Sorry it's short, I honestly have no idea where I want this to go. As of now, I will update this whenever I feel like it. If people are interested, I may make a designated update day.

In the midst of a starless night, a bright light filled the sky. A concert stadium, filled to the brim with thousands of people pushing one another aside to get a glimpse of the main attraction. The stage was riddled with decorations, a visually stunning sight. The theme was uplifting and cute, with various stuffed animals, cubes, and other random shapes in lighter colors such as pink and white. Behind it an electronic screen stood high, temporarily showcasing a simple cloud patterned background, though it was pink to match the lighting.

The crowd roared as a small girl ran onto the stage, a cheerful smile plastered on her face, as if being there meant the whole world to her. She wore a puffy dress, showered in various shades of pink. The dress was above knee length, lined with hot pink orbs of various sizes, white frills visible here and there. Her pink striped tights matched the rest of the outfit, though the fluffy white wings on her back pulled it all together. She had the look of an angel, if angels were super idols. The girl's hair was a black, almost raven color, pulled into two ponytails on either side, held up by pink ribbons. Overall, the entire scene, idol and all, was very, very pink.

"Say it with me! Nico nico smile!" The girl yelled into the microphone, her voice filled with excitement as she raised her hands to either side of her head, a signature catchphrase of hers.

The stadium came to life as the idol's words bounced back a hundred times louder, along with the cheers and shouts of encouragement from her fans. The lights around the stadium dimmed until the night sky flooded in, only to be chased out by the spotlight on stage. Sparks shot up from the ground like fireworks, surrounding the idol with fountains of stars.

"Super Idol Nico Yazawa, here to give you an amazing concert! Nico loves you all!" She began with a wave to the crowd as the background music silenced the stadium.

With a deep breath, the idol began to sing.

"Are you in?" The static voice of a man found its way through the sleek black telephone, though it was quickly lost among the thousands of other voices in the stadium.

"What? I can't hear you, speak louder." A female's voice projected through the line, clutching the phone to her ear.

"I said, are you in?" A reply came through, much louder than before, yet still drowned out.

The voice on the other end sounded tired, too tired to continue with such a farce.

"Never mind, I'm assuming this wretched noise means a yes. Hurry it up if you can, we don't have all night."

With that, a 'click' signaled the end of the conversation. The phone was quickly stuffed into its owner's pocket, with an angry grumble from said person.

"Why was I assigned to this mission? There are plenty of others better suited for it." An irritated voice mumbled as the crimson-haired girl slipped through the sea of people, whom she thought were much too ecstatic about this concert for their own good.

Her face was hidden under a black and white fedora, to go with the matching suit, worn over a white dress shirt with of course, a black tie. She wore black sunglasses to conceal her face, though it must have looked foolish wearing sunglasses at night. Her overall look was dark, easily concealed at night. She was unrecognizable save for her light red hair, a shade not often seen. As were her violet eyes, unseen under dark shades. She moved swiftly, joining the shadows. One would not remember such a person, especially in a crowed rearing the tens, maybe even hundred thousands.

Maki Nishikino, a very gifted student at the age of fifteen. Her father was the boss of an underground mafia group with his only child, Maki, heir to it all. She'd been trained in many types of combat all her life to oversee the mafia in the future, which was something she personally could care less about. She had no interest in it whatsoever, and would rather prefer to live a normal life. Though apparently, that was not an option.

Forced on a solo mission to kidnap the 'one and only' Super Idol Nico, Maki was already in a bad mood. According to the mission briefing, the idol was to be used as ransom against a famous Russian mafia boss, who was rumored to be an old and dear friend of hers. It was a cruel tactic, but none of Maki's business. With her father as boss, she had no choice but to follow the path he wished her to, and do what he asked. The perfect child, per say. This wasn't the first task of this kind she'd been assigned to, but it was certainly the biggest. Capturing one of the largest idols in all of Japan was certainly not going to be an easy task, or a quick one. Any screw up could mean disaster for herself, as well as her father. With a deep sigh, Maki shook her head, clearing her thoughts. I need to concentrate.

A light, upbeat song flew through the night as Maki made her way to the front of the crowd, eyes scanning the area for an entrance backstage. She had to wait for the perfect moment, the perfect opportunity. Upon finding a door with a large plaque displaying "Authorized Personnel Only", Maki relaxed a bit, waiting for the concert to end. I'll make my move once everything is over. Opening her ears to the song that shook the stadium, she mused in her thoughts. I suppose her music isn't that bad... Maki thought to herself as her lavender eyes slowly made their way towards the girl on stage, whose voice echoed in the redhead's mind. A light tinge of pink crawled its way onto Maki's cheeks as she found she was unable to look away. The idol was mesmerizing with her shimmering ruby eyes and silky raven hair, which shone in the spotlight. Maki was close enough to see small beads of sweat clutching to her face, soon flinging off as she elegantly danced across the floor. Each move was perfect, precise, as if she'd practiced it a million times. Her skin looked soft, and a part of Maki longed to touch it. She was almost...cute.

"No. I shouldn't be thinking of these things." Maki whispered, reluctantly tearing her eyes off the girl. Of course she'd be beautiful, she's an idol after all. Wait, beautiful? N-No...I was just admiring her looks as an idol, that's all. As far as she was concerned, her job was to kidnap this 'Nico', then be done with it.

Though she would soon see that she could never have been more wrong.