Disclaimer: I do not own any thing Hime or the movie Bodyguard with Kevin Costner and Whitney Houston.
Prologue
"Your assignment, should you chose to accept has been laid out before you. This device will be self-destruct in 5… 4… 3…"
The blonde laid the device on the grass next to her and lit a cigarette. As the smoke billowed up from the device she exhaled the long drag from her Marlboro. Smoke from her lips and that of the device mingled in a shapeless dance of greys. When the device stopped smoking she stubbed out her cigarette in the grass on the riverbank where she sat. She actually hated to smoke but in times of stress or a good romp in the sheets it hit a spot and, after time and use, felt good. All of her likes and dislikes didn't matter when a bright brunette at the magazine stand shoved a newspaper in her hand with a cell phone and a pack of cigarettes. It only meant one thing, mission time. This mission, should she choose to accept, sent her home, back to Japan. The appeal of the assignment, the target, was appealing however she was of two minds about the subject. She would love to see her mother a temple high priestess, but the idea of being on the same soil has her father made a chill shoot up her spine.
She sighed as she stood tossing the destroyed cell phone into the river. The target, well lets just say she would greatly enjoy her mission. She stuck her hands in her pockets and the cigarettes in the jacket. She walked the city streets on her way to say farewell to all the lovely French women of beautiful Paris.
Light and glamor flashed. The woman on the stage was every punk rocker fans dream with her short little red and black plaid skirt, and even shorter black crop top polo. Her long black hair was in pig tails for this song and she wore a pair of half-moon glasses. She played too the crowd, coaxed them with her ballad of love, and not having anything till she met that person. The crowd swayed back and forth as lighters danced like fireflies in the packed arena just to hear her and her band, Willow. Her lyrics were sometimes wispy and almost dreamy, but they can turn as hard thick bark, and then as deep as roots under the earth.
She was every little anime fan boys fantasy as she flashed a little thigh, maybe even a glimpse of the cute teddy bear panties under her too short skirt. She didn't know the two people on the side stage out of view spoke of ominous events.
"She will hate it, you know?"
"Of course she will, but what else can we do?" Asked a redhead with green eyes.
"Midori," paused the man next to the personal assistant, "Find the best, and get them. Money is no object."
Midori watched her old friend Reito walk away and she shook her head. She could never get over the way he treated his own sister. One moment she was a commodity, a cash cow, then he was caring and would do anything for his little sister. She smiled as she saw a little black haired girl run out and he swooped the girl up into his arms. Little Nina had that hard ass wrapped around her little finger. Midori looked back to Willow's lead singer as she sang the last song of the night. It's been a long time since Fuka Academy and Midori felt her stomach tighten in stress. She already did the research. She knew who the best was, but she was not entirely sure she wanted to call them. With a heavy sigh she pulled out her phone and dialed.