A side project because I have no life & I need to squeeze out some creative juice. Based off of Jolin Tsai's Agent J.

Enjoy.


Love has 10 commandments no laziness, sorrow,
oppression, showing off, being shallow

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Four years earlier

She ran as fast as she could, down the narrow alley between two crumbling buildings. They were catching up to her and no matter how far she went; more would come. Every corner she took, another one of them appeared, blocking her escape. She was running out of time, if she couldn't get away now then she might as well kiss her sweet life good bye.

"You can't get away from us Sakura!" A dark voice chuckled.

They finally cornered her at the very edge of a bridge; the other side was broken and was a sheer drop to the bottom of the river. She stood her ground and watched as her pursuers walked out of the mist to reveal themselves. Her heart was racing and loud enough for even the dead to hear.

"Are you afraid?" One of them asked.

"Yes." Her voice was soft and quivering.

Everyone laughed, except for one of them. They all enjoyed tormenting her, watching her squirm under their grasps. The leader of the group took a step forward; she flinched and jumped back, nearly falling to her death. The ground beneath her was unstable and ready to break any second. She looked behind her; there was no escaping this time.

"Just give up Sakura, you can't run anymore. Stop resisting and come with me."

Sakura was on the verge of tears, "Stop it Itachi."

"Someone's gonna cry."

"Silence Deidara." He hissed at the blonde.

"Don't tell me what to do!"

He looked at her with his piercing red eyes; they dug deep into her soul and ripped her in half. She could tear her eyes away, they always enraptured her. The way he said her name and how his arms always welcomed her made her weak to the knees. But this time it was different, she knew who he truly was and feared for her life.

"I thought you loved me…"

Her heart ripped into pieces, a black hole took its place as the world crumbled beneath her feet. The tears flowed down her cheeks like a waterfall, landing on the cold pavement. He didn't say anything as she clutched the heart shaped locket around her neck, ripped it off, and threw it on the ground. She backed up until her feet were slightly hanging off the edge.

"I'm sorry Sakura." He raised the gun, aiming for her head.

"I'm sorry too."

He pulled the trigger and watched her lifeless body fall from the bridge into the freezing water, where it was carried away by the raging current. A man with long black hair went to Itachi's side.

"You did the right thing Itachi, she knew too much."

"Was this necessary?"

"It was the only way, if word got out; everything we've ever worked for will be wasted. There will be others like her; you will learn to move on."

With that being said, he walked away, followed by the others.

"Are you coming or what?"

"One moment Kisame," He picked up the locket and looked at it for a minute before stuff it in his pocket, "Let's go."


Present day

Doctors Matsumoto and Rika walked together into the board room where they would be having their daily meetings with the agency. The men in black and red always checked up on them to see how far they're little science project had progressed. It was the same questions and response every time; they were tired of seeing these people. If it wasn't for the fact that they're company was sponsoring them and paying for every single thing; they'd have quit their job long ago.

"It's the same guys from last time too." Rika said.

"The fish man and the guy who looks too ugly to be a girl?"

"Yep,"

"Great, can't wait to do this all over again."

They turned a corner and walked down the hall to the last door on the left; they could see the men sitting at the front of the desk waiting for the doctors.

"Ladies first,"

"Gee, thanks."

Rika entered the room and forced a small smile on her face as she greeted the guests. Matsumoto followed shortly, not even bothering with the formalities. They took their seats across from them and opened up their folders, taking some papers out and spreading them apart.

"Hello Rika," Kisame said with a toothy grin, "How are you?"

A shiver rolled down her spine whenever she saw him do that, "Same as always,"

"Good to hear."

"Enough of your flirting Kisame," Deidara turned to them, "How is she?"

"Like I said; same as always. Her statues as remained the same, nothing has changed. She hasn't moved or made any indication that she will awaken anytime soon. She's in a very deep comatose, her sensory and motor systems are fine, but I think she might have some neurological problems regarding her frontal lope."

"Japanese please."

"It means she has no way of telling if something she does is good or bad, or having any memories of who she was prior to the accident." Matsumoto spat out, annoyed already.

"Yes, and she might have some problems with her emotions. The frontal lobe associates memories with emotions derived from the limbic system, it modifies the emotions to fit in with socially acceptable norms."

"What?"

"Since she doesn't have any memories of herself, her emotions are screwed. She might laugh if someone is dying in front of her."

"Other than that, her normal body functions are fine. Everything has been reconstructed to its fullest potential."

"It's been over three years, when the hell is this girl going to wake up?" Kisame spat back.

"Well she was shot in the head; you can't exactly expect her to just wake up like nothing happened!"

The males glared at each other, ready to rip the other's throat out. But knowing that Kisame would defiantly win in the end, Rika put a hand on Matsumoto's shoulder and whispered in his ear to calm down. He ran a hand through his hair and let her continue talking.

"We're just very stressed; nothing's been easy for us."

"You have unlimited amount of resources and an endless supply of money, how is that not easy?"

"Did you spend three years of your trying to life bring someone back from the grave?"

"Matsumoto, shut up," Rika growled, "Look; tell your boss this is a very delicate thing we're handling here, mentally and physically. You brought us a dead body and forced us to bring her back to life, on top of that we were ordered to reconstruct everything and wipe out all of her memory. What would take ten years to do, we did in three. If she's going to wake up, it will have to be on her own time."

Deidara glared at the women before stretching out his hand and grinning, Rika took one look and was repulsed. The mouths on his hands started moving, flicking its tongues out at her. She was utterly repulsed and gave him a vile look.

"Aren't you going to shake my hand or are you too afraid?"

Rika reached her shaking hand for his and felt the tongue lick her palm; she quickly pulled her hand back and left the room. Both men laughed while Matsumoto glared at them deathly.

"I'd keep my eyes on her Matsumoto, she's a hot one."

He hated Kisame, plain and simple. And wanted him chopped up into sushi bits.

"We'll be leaving now, informing the boss that once again; nothing has changed. Don't be surprised if he shows up himself one of these days, later" Deidara waved good bye and left with Kisame following behind.

Matsumoto threw the papers aside and rushed to find Rika. She was sitting in another room; her eyes were red and scrubbing her hand furiously at the sink. He hugged her from behind and kissed her head. She started crying immensely, hating life and herself.

"I hate this so much!"

"I know."

"What are we going to do? It's not like we can force her to wake up."

"I don't know, why do they even want her alive? They killed her four years ago and right after that they bring her in here."

Rika turned around and sighed, "I don't even know what we're doing. We reconstruct her whole body, putting in new organs and fixing her up like nothing happened to her. It's wrong, what they've done and what we're doing."

"We have no choice; if we don't do this we're as dead as her."

"That's not fair! We practically got married in this laboratory! When are we going to have our own life? When are we going to have our own family?"

He didn't know what to say, only resting his chin on her head and stroked her back. The last time he saw his wife smile was the day they were married, two years ago. Ever since then, it was always tears and frowns. Day and night, they were forced to bring a dead girl they didn't even know, back to life.

"Rika," She looked up into his eyes, "We're going to get out of here. I promise."

"How?"

"I'm a neurosurgeon, I'll think of something."

She laughed and kissed him. He hadn't heard her laughter in so log it almost sounded foreign. They shared their tender moment together before the door burst open. The boy was panting hard and clutching the side for support

"Hey doc! You gotta come see this!"

"What is it?"

"It's the girl, she's waking up!"

Rika gasped and ran towards the main laboratory, followed by the two males. They entered the blazing white building and met other doctors and nurses gathering around a giant glass room.

"Head doctors coming through!"

Everyone moved aside as the pair made their way to the observatory and checked the monitors. The ECG, they were sky rocketing. The subject's heart was racing and her brain waves were out of control. As they looked closer to the visual screen, they would see her fingers slightly twitching and her eyes moving under her eyelids. Rika zoomed in on fingers and eyes.

"Kiyo, keep watch. Matsumoto and I will enter the chamber room."

They both put on anti-bacterial suits, making sure that nothing got and nothing got out.

"Ready?"

"Three years ready."

"Let's go."


Where am I?

Why is the light so bright?

Is this heaven?

She tried to move her hands, but they felt like lead. Her legs were glued down, everything except her fingers and eyes were immobile. She wasn't breathing on her own; something was doing it for her, a large plastic tube was connecting her lungs to a machine. More tubes and wires were connected to her all over her body, held down by medical tape stuck to her chest and forehead.

Oh god it hurts!

Her eye lids were heavy, like someone sewed them shut. Every muscle in her body was screaming to move, but her brain wouldn't function. Her senses were coming back; she could feel cold wind against her skin and hear the sound of beeping coming from the machines. Something hard and heavy was on her head, she wanted to take it off but her arms wouldn't budge.

"Careful shutting the door, we don't want anything coming in."

Those were voices, they belonged to people. She hadn't couldn't remember the last time she heard that noise. In fact, she couldn't remember anything at all. She didn't know how she ended up here, or what happened to her, or even her name.

My name?

"Her fingers are still moving, I think she's trying to move her arms."

"Should we help?"

"No, it might force her back into a vegetative state."

Fear was taking over her, she was afraid. She didn't know why, but the way they were talking scared her. Her body wouldn't move, it didn't respond to any of her commands. It just lay there, useless as a rock. She tried to force her eyes open, but they wouldn't budge.

"We have to do something."

"What can we do?"

One of the figures walked over to her and gently touched her forehead. Suddenly, everything started to burn. Her head and body were on fire, if she could move her mouth, she would be screaming. The pain was unbearable; it made her want to crawl under a rock and die.

"Look Rika, tears."

"She's responding, Kiyo are you recording this?"

"Ye ma'am."

A third voice suddenly came out of nowhere. Her heart was pounding so loud it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

"Blood pressure is sky rocketing out of the roof."'

"Matsumoto, we should leave. She's going to have a heart attack."

"Wait, give me a moment." He moved his hand and touched a peculiar spot on her head.

That was the breaking point; her body was on fire and being sent to hell. If she didn't stop it soon, she would lose control.

"Nothing's happening."

"Rika, do you think we should-Ah!"

Her hand grabbed his arm with an iron grip, squeezing it until the bones popped.

"Matsumoto!" Rika screamed and tried to break his arm loose from her clutches.

There was panic in the room as everyone scrambled to get in. But the door was locked from the inside, so all they could do was watch in horror.

Finally, she let go. He fell back and groaned in pain; blood was forming on his coat. Her nails dug no deep into his arms, flesh was peeling off.

"Kiyo, open the door and get him medical help!"

"No!"

He put his hand on Rika's arm, "I'm alright, just a broken arm. We've made a break through. Go to her and check."

"But…"

"Just go."

Rika grabbed a bag and placed his head on it; she got up and walked over to the now motionless body. The heart rate went back to normal and her blood pressure was down.

"I know you can hear me, can you respond to my voice?"

A finger twitched, indicating that she could.

"It seems you respond to touch, especially to the forehead so I'm going to avoid that. When you feel me touching, I want you to try to move your fingers," Rika gently moved her finger up and down the girl's arm, two fingers moved, "Now I'm going to try something else," She took a metal scalpel and slid it down her leg.

The girl flinched and formed a first. Matsumoto's eyes grew large and urged Rika on, "Poke her with it."

"Are you serious?"

"Let's see what she'll do next."

She poked her on the side and to her surprise, her legs started moving.

"What should I do next?"

"Touch her forehead with it."

"No!"

"If she grabbed my arm, imagine what she'll do next. I barely touched her with my finger, let's see he reaction with metal. She might even wake up."

"This better work." Rika carefully touched the same spot Matsumoto touched and jumped back from sheer shock.

The girl gasped for air and straight up. Her throat was dry, and it hurt to try screaming. Every part of her body cried out in agony. Her skin felt like it was melting and her insides were burning immensely. Everything was spinning and she felt ready to throw up. She was shaking badly and it hurt.

"My god…"

She let out blistering scream, everyone inside and out covered their ears. Blood seeped out of her mouth and dripped onto her lap. It was a relief to let everything out, though it was painful. She gasped for one last giant breathe and sat completely still. Her body was coming back, the nerves began to connect and soon she was mobile. She felt weird moving her arms, like they were two heavy pipes connected to her shoulders. There was something wrapped around her eyes, a cloth blocking her vision. She slowly lifted it off and opened her eyes.

"She's beautiful…" Rika was stunned.

Matsumoto could only gap, he was at a loss for words.

Everyone stared into her squinting emerald eyes as they tried to readjust to the blazing light. She slowly turned her head around until her eyes landed on Rika.

"Who are you?"

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Love has 10 commandmentsno staying at home, break ups,
smoking, forever no will


It won't be a long. Just a few chapters. As the story progresses, it'll make more sense.

R & R thanks.

Ciao.