Ottawa Madoka seemed depressed. She had had her heart set on traveling with her boyfriend Fuyuki Shido to a secret concert for the Emperor of Japan. It was a grand honor to play for the Emperor. And that reason might have been the one, she had thought, that might get her never-present boyfriend to watch her play, IN A REAL CONCERT!

But that was not to be. He had broken her heart again. He had taken up a job to go work in Korea as a bodyguard for two months. And just a week before the concert for his Majesty. She would have protested, but she knew it to be useless. Eyebrow-less reptile, she thought to herself indignantly. That was all she could muster up. She knew an escort would surely turn up. In such cases, someone like that always did. And Shido had smirked that the Emperor must have known how to take care of important people like her. And that he didn't want to be of any inconvenience to the royal guard. Some excuse! She thought. But he was gone and she was all alone. And she sincerely hoped that it would be that nice girl Kudo Himiko. What a nice person she was. She was a courier too, but unlike her male counterparts, she was quite nice. Men, selfish men, what a sordid bunch. Midou Ban, Emishi, the blind brute, and her own Shido. "GAH" She almost choked on that thought. A little girl talk couldn't hurt. It would be nice to see Miss Kudo again. And by girl talk, she had meant man-bashing. Madoka waited for her escort to arrive.

"Ma'am, Your escort is here." the old butler said from outside the door. "Ohh COMING!" "And the bags are in the car. But I haven't been able to find your violin ma'am." "OH don't worry about that," she said, opening the door, violin case in hand "Its here" she patted it. She followed the butler down a flight of stairs and was quite eager to meet Himiko. Her eyes widened in distraught shock as the rest of the room came into view. There was a tall, thin man with a sweet innocent smile standing in her living room. "DOCTA JACKAR" words dribbled themselves out of her mouth unwillingly. This man was a cold-blooded murderer. And that smile was a merciless herald of brutal death. There were never any good words for him, EVER!!! And there was no dearth of spiteful complaining about him. Even from the tough thugs like Midou Ban and Shido. Her face was a pale colorless mask, all life driven out as she realized her dream of traveling with a female companion was crushed. And how. There were even stories of this thing killing his own clients if he got bored. Madoka knew that her life was about to be over. She had no option but to resign herself to her fate and live these last few moments. She trembled as she stepped into the room. He turned around to face her, slid out a long arm to shake her hand. She reciprocated. The fear apparent in her eyes. WHY; she complained to god. He bent down and kissed her hand, eyes twinkling. "Miss Ottawa," his unreal voice trailed the air. "My pleasure. I………… am a big fan of your work." He led her outside. "Our ride." he said gesturing to a sleek looking car. "I couldn't get a big truck, I'm afraid this small two seater will have to do."

The silver Buggati Veyron shone in the soft morning sunlight.