I finally got the courage to write again :S I'm really worried.
Thanks internet for destroying my courage, I gave up on my other stories cause well they plain out sucked. So here we go another attempt at something Obviously another NamiRoku. This one will be a bit different to something hopefully I got it right this time.

I'm going to see how this fic goes first then I'll continue 'Pretty Dancer's Fight'

Rate and Review please I need alot of encouragement after my last reviewer dude... :S

Accessing Data banks. . . . .
Subject Found. . . . . Namine Starr

Statistics

Age: 17
Blood Type: A+
Appearance: Light Blonde, Shoulder length. Blue eyes. Slim build, height 5'3ft
Occupation: Student, Trainee Bodyguard
Residence: CLASSIFIED
Preferred Weapons: Handguns, Blunt weapons
Background: Australian, Czech

Child of Cissnei Starr and Zach Starr. Mother taught her how to defend herself and use most fire arms, assassin level handgun accuracy

"Mom why is there so little background on me in the HelHeart database? Shouldn't there be more now that I'm training here?" Namine questioned whilst looking at a laptop upon a white sceincey looking table.

Her mother moved from one side of the predominantly white and empty room touching the walls every so often hitting concealed keypads, "Namine pay attention and retract the table already training will being in a few minutes." Cissnei continued pacing around hitting several more keypads.

Namine huffed, 'Training is fun and all but when do I go on a mission?' was her main thought. Why wasn't she allowed on a mission yet? It was strange most agents her age had already completed several assignments. She was one of the few to not be paired up and sent off into the 'big bad' world. Namine tapped a few buttons on the white table within seconds her laptop and the desk had sunk into the ground.

"Namine!" Cissnei sternly called, "This will be your final training exercise. Another boy will be in this simulation but he will be completing it from another room. You both will be able to see each other and physically touch. You will not know who he is though. You will be under constant assault and must find a way to save several hostages, also retrieving the opponent's weapons will be considered a bonus."

Cissnei left the room and few seconds later a part of the wall changed colour to pure jet black, it was a well tinted window unable to see behind it the window changed colour to a grey Cissnei was now visible. "Namine you will be located in a hotel in the lobby, enemies are located all throughout the structure, Oh I should also remind you. There is a possibility of harm and death in the simulation. Please be careful."

Namine held a strange black gun in her hands, nerves were eating at her courage the room was full of tension, she was scared. This would be her final test. Then real missions. Finally.

"NAMINE! SIMULATION BEGINS IN 3. . . . .2. . . . . 1!"Cissnei screamed out through the intercom. As the number one was said things began to materialize. Before she knew it Namine was standing in a Grand hotel. Red and gold covered the floors and walls, expensive potted plants lined the pathways and exquisite paintings covered the walls. The hotel looked much larger than the small room from before.

Mutterings began to be heard, "Materializing noise! Namine get to work! Find your partner and work together to complete the mission retireve those hostages! Oh and good luck Nami!" her mother's voice cut out afterwards. Namine stood in the middle of the hotel analysing her surroundings quickly.

Luckily she didn't stand out too badly in this hotel room her clothes had changed into a suit like attire. White button up formal shirt tucked into a grey skirt that cut just above her knee's, her shoes were grey high heels. She felt upon her personage to find her gun hidden somehow upon her thigh she smiled and walked off.

'Okay, I have to find my partner but while I'm at it I may as well attempt to infiltrate the area.' Namine paced about the lobby looking for weak points from the hotel security she eyed up people discreetly who seemed suspicious until someone tapped on her shoulder. She turned to see an old looking man with a monocle.

"Yes? How may I help you sir?" She wondered why she sounded like a shop attendant or something of the like but she didn't mind as long as it wasn't an enemy.

"Yes you can, help me. Tell me your purpose on the premises now." Namine believed her mother deserved a reward for designing this program it had amazing detail and believability the man seemed angry but without even raising his voice.

Namine froze up. . . . . had she been discovered? Was she going to be attacked? She had to talk she went to move her mouth but then, "Ah there you are! Where have you been honey? Our appointment was 10 minutes ago we're late hurry up!" She turned to see a boy about her age...

Initiating Analysis

Name: Roxas Haven
Age: 16
Blood Type: B-
Appearance: Sandy Blonde, Short spiked. Slim build, Height 5'9ft
Occupation: Student, Trainee Bodyguard
Preferred weapons: Hands, Handguns
Background: American, Australian

Child of UNKOWN and UNKOWN. Found by Axel. Trained by Saix.

Analysis Complete

"C'mon Darling we better be going. Mr. Heart will be displeased if we are late." The boy grabbed her wrist and pulled her along. The old man stared angrily at the pair as they walked off. The old man dissipated into nothingness.

"Are you my partner?"

"Yeah, name's Roxas you?" He nodded his head at passerbys although it was kind of unnecessary, he turned his head to her whilst nudging her arm to get an answer out of her.

"Namine. Did you get a weapon? I only have one."

"Let's get a few more weapons I also only have 1. Just follow my lead, strike pattern Z? Know it?" Little did he know that Namine was probably the most learned on formations, striking or defensive. She was able to write most of the definitions out of the patterns and they would be 99.9% correct against the guide books.

"You get the front desk I'll clear out the exit area." Roxas informed her quickly

She nodded her head and they ran. He went left for the stairs she went right for the Lobby desk. She jumped over the counter two men went to grab her but she elbowed one in the stomach the other she flipped over her small frame amazingly. She made sure to hit them in the head a second time and checked their bodies quickly.

'6 guns? Why so many for two employee's?' She took the weapons out quickly and placed them upon her body, holsters appeared where she placed the weapons. She stood up and looked around apparently not many people cared to pay attention to her little scuffle. Moving to the nearest computer and clicking quickly into different files.

"Maps, maps, maps, maps, maps, maps, maps, AH! Maps!" Studying the layout of the grand hotel quickly she memorized the plans and ran for the stairs.

"Urgh!" Roxas was pressuring a man up against a wall with several other men knocked out on the ground Namine walked up and pulled a gun to the man's head.

"Where are the hostages? Tell me now and you don't die." She felt silly telling a simulation that he might 'die'. She ignored the irony and continued to glare at the man.

"Urgh 3rd floor... I don't know anything else! I promise!" the man was scared, perspiring like crazy. 'Damn mother deserves a medal this looks to real' were her thoughts once again. Seriously these people were realistic.

"Thanks for the info." Namine turned and began checking the other men for weapons. Only ammo for her gun's where found.
"Strange they have no weapons. Only ammo. . . Oh well c'mon!" Namine stood up and flicked her head to the direction they were going Roxas smiled at the man he still had pinned against the wall and drove his knee into his gut.

As they ran off the men began to fade and now no one lay on the floor. Both trainees wait at the elevator when they heard a voice sound.
"FIRST LEVEL COMPLETED. BE ON GUARD! NO PERSON SHOULD REMAIN IN THIS AREA! IN THE NEXT LEVEL THERE WILL BE AN INFORMANT WHO WILL HELP YOU NEUTRILIZE OPPONENTS! GOOD LUCK AGENTS!"
Both looked around the grand lobby one more time. No one remained in the room from their vision.

"So is this your last training sesh?" Roxas broke the awkward silence trying to get closer to his temporary partner just to keep the mission going.

Hesitant to answer Namine looked around again. ". . . . Yeah. . . .Mother and Father don't really want me to do this. I think Father is training you actually. . . . "

"What?"

"Mother created this as well." she paused for a second "She created this simulation program and also most of our weapons at the HelHeart." Namine wasn't flaunting off her parents she just wanted him to know. Just in case he didn't.

"That's really cool. . . . So your dad's Zack?"

Namine only nodded her head this time. A smooth whirring noise could be heard from the large metal shaft the metal body had finally come down. The door sat for a minute unwilling to open. Namine had her gun aimed at the door, Roxas grabbed a gun out of the holster on Namine's body purposely grabbing a holster in an awkward area situated very closely to her chest he pulled the gun out and aimed at the door also.

'Bastard had to grab the one near my boob?' She blushed and shook her head. 'Focus! Focus! Focus!

'Ding' The door began to open. Both trainee's stood there glaring at the door. Nothing appeared to be inside, but just as Namine had stepped foot into the elevator a pink gun was aimed at her head.

"Long time no see, Sis."

How did I go I know it's a kinda longish one for a first but I didn't want to split up the first level and introductions that much.

R and R would be like love. Why won't you love me?