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Title: Government Games

Rating: T

Pairing: Shiznat; maybe others.

Genre: Romance/Drama/Supernatural

Summary: Natsuki Kruger has been working for her government for the past three years, doing what she thought was right and for protecting others. But how can she when she doesn't even know what she's fighting! I mean, is she even on the right side?


Government Games

"You know," I started, my personal and favorite modified handgun pointed right at her limp body, "I have half a mind to shoot your leg for all your smart-ass comebacks."

"Oh?" She started yet another one. "Then why don't you?" Hypnotizing red eyes glinted tauntingly as she smirked, looking up the barrel of the gun she knew wouldn't go off.

"I wouldn't get much of an answer with you screaming your head off," I smirked after challenging her answer with my own. A couple moments of silence passed and I took a moment of observe our captive: Even after being here a couple hours, being imprisoned against the walls with shackles (sure, it went against moral rights, but sometimes out job permits us to take actions above the law; out of the sight of the common folk), sitting in a metallic chair, she had a taunting look in her eyes. Her hair looks like it could have been fixed up perfectly twenty minutes prior and her 'business like' clothes were neatly pressed.

I must've been staring silently for a little too long for her serene smile turned into an amused smirk, "See anything you like, agent?"

I let me eyes narrow coldly, mustering up as much hatred as I could to glare right into her eyes, "No," I lied. And who wouldn't be if they said that? She was a goddess on Earth and I was completely smitten for her. Probably like the thousands that have seen her before me.

I was smitten and she fucking knew it.

"Just answer the question so we can be done with it already," I glowered, moving the gun's barrel square at her forehead.

"Ara," God her accent was like a string instrument playing softly. (What was it, damnit? It started with a 'v', but wasn't a violin…) "You've asked me plenty of questions, Agent Kruger." She paused slightly, as if waiting for something. She then smirked taunting, receiving her answer to silent words: she must have seen me twitch slightly at my name. Shit, she knows my name now.

"To which one are you referring to?" She ended, a patient smile on her face.

After mentally scolding myself for my rookie-level slip up, I lamely convinced myself that if she was going to be killed anyway, there was no harm in her knowing my name. "You name!" I almost barked. I went silent, realizing this manipulative woman was getting under my skin.

Pull it together, woman! She's the one captive!

Then why did it feel like she had me right where she wanted me?

"My name?" She said, looking amused once again, "Now why would you want a thing like that, agent? Perhaps to take me out to dinner?" She tilted her head in an inquiring fashion.

"Tch," I spat, trying to put a front. I knew it wasn't working when I saw her smirk around the same time my cheeks started to feel warm. "You know damn well that isn't the reason!" I let my cool slip in my fury, my calm facade lifted.

But hers remained. "Do I now?"

"Just tell me —!" A huge explosion suddenly cut me off as the building we were in started to rumble and rock side to side. "The fuck?" I took my eyes off the prisoner and looked to the door behind us, trying to make sense of what just happened when I was suddenly forced against the bolted down, metal table of the interrogation room.

A grunt of pain escaped my lips before turning my head forward to see her face hovering right above mine. My eyes widened slightly, my mouth hanging open but no words able to form. My back was pinned between her body and the table; her wrists pinned to the table, above my head, by her hand. She pocketed my gun under her red blazer. A realization hit me then and there: She could have gotten out whenever she wanted to.

But how?! My eyes shifted down to the hair she was strapped against not ten seconds ago. The shackles weren't tampered with and the locks didn't look broken or unlocked. So how…?

A chuckle escaped the mouth hovering above my face, causing my gaze to shift back to her. She leaned down and placed her lips against my ear, causing me to stiffen at the contact. "Do you know exactly what you're up against, Agent Kruger?" Her melodious voice was almost mockingly calm at this point.

I could feel myself unwillingly shiver against her breath; in turn feeling her lips form into a smile as they lightly pressed against my left ear. My cheeks were warm, almost scorchingly so in my opinion, at this point but I kept my defiant scowl. I tried to wiggle free from her hold, but it was unlifting.

"Pity someone as cute as you is working for the wrong side. Feel blessed, Agent Kruger, I will tell you and only you what my name is: Viola Shizuru." Her voice moved lower, to my neck, before planting a kiss on it. A slightly gasp passed my lips as she moved away, backing up and letting my wrists free.

A then shook my head, regaining my senses back and realizing she let me go. Wrong move. I smirked and was about to launch a punch at that manipulative siren when I suddenly felt my limbs go weak. I fell to the floor, gazing straight ahead at the door to the hallway in a stupor. Why can't I move my body? Suddenly, a smelt a strange scent in the air coming from my neck. There must be chemicals in the lipstick!

I was only able to watch as she stepped over me and through the table and chair. She fucking phased through them! What is she?!

She paused for a moment, lifting her hand to her hair and brushing it behind her ear as she turned back and looked at my body, sprawled out on the ground, "Thank you for keeping my company, Agent Kruger. I hope to see you again sometime." She smiled politely. She then paused before giving an afterthought: "I'm keeping your gun. I hope you don't mind." And with that, she phased through the door, out of sight.

I could feel my consciousness start to fade. Must be an another effect of the chemicals. Fucking bitch stole my favorite custom-made gun! What was her name again? Viola? My eyes were starting to get heavy. Wait, isn't Viola a string instrument? Oh yeah, her voice reminded me of a… of a viola…


-sighs- Yes, I've gone back to this because musing keep popping into my head left and right, and I can't keep making stories based around one scene.

Anyway, I tried to make a decent first-person chapter and tried to make it sound a bit more intellectual then what I'm use to writing. So, how did I fare?

Read and respond please!