AN: Hello everyone! If you were wondering, yes I am rewriting this story. I have developed new writing techniques to help me make the story much more clear and detailed. I will be doing such rewriting projects the remainder of spring-break. I love the idea of this story, really I do, but after rereading it once again I knew I had to correct it. It will still remain that same story most of my followers (whom I love for sticking with me for so long) but just more words and better scenarios to make sense of what happened. If anyone would be curious enough to become my Beta I will take serious considerations into someone who is eager to assist within any given moment I email them.

Summary: Princess Kimiko Tohomiko takes a dangerous risk after leaving a party seriously wasted on her own. That risk proves fatal as she falls victim to an expert, and highly attractive, assassin and designated kidnapper. Her time held captive changes her view on life, her kidnapper himself, and her very own lifestyle. Not to mention, the event will affect even her abductor's opinion. Will there be a happy ever after for this princess?

Warnings: Rated M for a reason kiddies; foul language and strong sexual themes later on. I will warn you when the sexual parts come into play (rather comically if necessary). In this chapter: * Jermaine bashing….there will also be some slight Jack bashing* along with cursing as well. Love you all!

Happy Fun Time Over

"This party is already boring my brains out. My god; I should have just stayed at the dorm and have my manicure/pedicure redone by the freshmen." Kimiko Tohomiko thought to herself, sipping her champagne and twirled the ebony strands of hair that framed her porcelain face as she tried not to fall asleep listening to some wannabe 'player' looking to impress her by bragging about his skills. Not that he stood a chance anyways; his 'designer' shoes were totally knockoffs.

"So I was all like, 'Yo boy! You don't know who you messin' with' and he stepped off like I don't know what! They know who the boss is." Jermaine Gregory, some dude who just didn't get the memo slurred. She rolled her eyes; only a newbie would already be shitfaced at the beginning of a party. While Jeremy, or whatever his name was, kept babbling and spilling his drink all over himself, Kimiko snuck a glance at her baby pink G-shock. "Ugh; it's only nine, really? I'd rather be making out with that kid with glasses and braces in my first class than wait around for the fun." She fumed to herself. Honestly, what did it take to find some real entertainment around this place?

"Yeah, that's all cool and stuff, but I think I've got to go…" she interrupted, bumping her way past him. Jermaine in his drunken stupor didn't take it too well.

"Who said you was leaving yet, cuz? I ain't through with you just!" The inebriated college boy roared, immediately grabbed her wrist in a firm grip. Just before she could demand the creep release her before he ruined her new Mikimoto rose-pink gold pearl bracelet*, Jermaine was suddenly on the ground, unconscious. Kimiko's face shot towards her rescuer, who was none other than the party host, Omi Kingsley. The short, jaundice male tucked his stun gun into his pocket after making certain he was down.

"Are you alright Princess?" He whispered. Instantly, her face of gratitude flushed into anger. Was it really so hard to treat her just like anyone else here? Going to college was to escape the princess role, duh! "I…..I mean…Kimiko-sempai*?" came the meeker response once he realized he had upset her. The poor boy was used to her quick temper for nearly ten years now, but even then he wasn't able to overcome his fear of her wrath. Taking a deep breath, however, the young socialite regained her composure. After all, it was still her friend's birthday.

"It took you long enough; he nearly broke my Mikimoto! Oh my god I would have cried if he had, so help me god!" she whined. Omi sighed in relief; her anger was not directed at him this time. "Ugh, aren't guys supposed to be the ones that can hold their liquor? Seriously." She giggled, kicking his limp form away with a good shove from her Jade Metallic Watersnake Pointy Toe Pumps* and placing her delicate hands on her slim hips. But her good humor faded as the impish face she's know for so long began to pout sadly, believing his party was horrible. But she wasn't gonna tell him that. "I've got to hand it to you Omi; besides the weirdoes you invited, this party isn't turning out so bad." She smiled, the lie delivered with perfect practice. His little round face lit up with excitement.

"Oh do you really think so? I'm so glad you can manage to have share such a joyous occasion with me! Help yourself to the bar; we'll be here all night after all!" He gushed. Kimiko smiled and took his advice after wishing her golden skinned friend a happy birthday. As the night went on, she flirted and gossiped around until she noticed her best friend Raimundo Pedrosa with his girlfriend Ashley Franks; the beautiful cat lover who was a great person to shop (splurge) and rage with on the weekends. Mingling her way over, the Asian beauty found herself in a tight embrace from her Brazilian friend.

"Kim-mi! What's up chica?" Raimundo, who was slightly buzzed, and clinging to an equally intoxicated Ashley continued, "Whazzup with you? You're….late." he swayed slightly as she returned his hug. God he was such a dork, but she loved his silliness anyways. "Hey, how come everything's gone blue?" He wondered out loud, groping for some invisible matter only he could see.

"Okay, I'm not drinking whatever you had." she teased, lightly pinching his side to free herself. He snorted, swatted her away with his hand, and went back to making out with Ashley. "Ew, Rai! Keep it in the bedroom much?" She squealed. Ashley giggled after he pulled away to mumble a halfhearted apology, and went off to get some more drinks. Ashley poked Kimiko lightly in the ribs.

"Kim, you SO need a boyfriend again; it's been so awesome! Rai's taking me to that place with the….ugh….dancing and…drinks and stuff? I dunno, but it's like, couples night. You have to come!" she giggled again. Kimiko blushed.

"Come on Ash, I am so not ready for the market again? Remember the last loser I went out with? Not going through that again." she mumbled, suddenly feeling less in a party mood and more of a sit and eat frozen yogurt kind of mood. Ashley, despite her obscure judgment quickly sobered up and patted her friend sympathetically on the back.

"Oh come on! Why do you feel so bad? Jack was such a loser anyways. I thought you didn't even like the guy? I mean, you were always complaining of how he was paler than you and covered in that smelly grease shit."

"And how he wore black like some cult worshipper. Ugh, tell me about it. You know what; I just miss him for all the free dinners and jewelry he gave me." Both girls snickered as Raimundo came back with a Vodka Sunrise for Kimiko, a Godfather for himself and a simple wine for Ashley. After the drink, Kimiko felt a lot better. Not to mention very drunk given how strong the drink was. The party became fantastic right away, no lie. She even didn't care that someone split their drink all over her Mac Duggal dress*. But as all parties get fun….they also had to end. Her cell phone rang at about 1:30 am.

"Kimiko? Are you STILL partying?" It was Keiko….her roommate (and part time obnoxious house mom) in college. A burst of laughter was all Keiko received in response. "Come on Kimi; we have classes tomorrow! A hangover will get you in serious trouble! And besides that, Yusuke* will be coming over tomorrow night! It's my turn to have a night out!" she whined. Kimiko groaned. After five more of those sunrises, it was an understatement to say she would have the hangover of the year later that morning, if Keiko wasn't starting it already.

"Fine; I'll leave. Gosh Keiko, you're such a….mom." She slurred/snickered, stumbling into some other party goers. Keiko growled; that girl could be so superficial and careless. "Um, hey Keiko," Kimiko's voice cracked. "Do you know where I put my….keys?" she mumbled, hardly looking through her purse to look for said keys. "Ah screw it; I'm walking home. Bye everybody!" She hollered as she waved to all the drunken party guests. Keiko could hear Raimundo and Omi hollering back in the background before the sound of a door banging shut silenced all other noises, panicking the woman.

"Kimiko wait! I'll come get you myself! It isn't safe to walk by yourself at this time of night! Just go back inside!" She begged. Kimiko glanced at her phone and giggled; Keiko was always so overprotective. God, she even acted like her stupid grandfather back at the…house. Don't say that word Kimiko, she thought to herself through her haze, just don't bother ruining your night. Shrugging her already muddled thoughts away from that depressing time, the stubborn princess continued walking.

"Relax girl, we live, like, like ten minutes awaaaay. I'll be home sooner than you can count to…zero." She slurred. Keiko's own legendary temper quickly ignited. And when Keiko got angry, the rest of the dorm would shrink away in fear. Tempers were the only thing the two girls truly had in common, and the one reason they were the only ones who could room together.

"Kimiko Tohomiko! I swear you can be as unpredictable as a forest fire and stubborn as a mule! Do you not understand how dangerous this could be? You could get lost….or worse, taken! You know what, I hope you do, because it will teach you a lesson you spoiled, ungrateful, immature….!" she hissed. Kimiko had to drag the phone away from her ear so she wouldn't lose her hearing. That, or feel insulted at all the derogatory things she was being labeled as.

"Dude; you seriously need a chill pill. You need to relax more; I'll be there in like….eight-seventy-four….in no time." She hung up without waiting for a response. She continued to stumble her way towards her off campus dorm for another five minutes, tripping and giggling as she went. It was eerily quiet, as no one was out this late at night (or so she thought), and it was a chilly September 26th morning. Within another five minutes she could recognize the playground park that was only eight minutes away from the dorms. Suddenly, her legs began to protest, crying out for her to sit down for just a minute or two. Staggering towards the little bench parents would stay and watch their kids on, she all but flopped down on it and sighed in relief for her aching feet.

"Ahhh…this is relief. Keiko won't mind if I'm a little late; she's awesome like that and…stuff." She pressed her forehead to the cold metal of the bench. Within a moment the intoxicated little princess was out like a light, a dangerous combination of being drunk and alone on a chilly night. Golden eyes leered at her from a car parked five yards away.

*Meanwhile…..*

The man snorted to himself. Had the girl be half sober she would have noticed the car driving slowly behind her. Even more so disturbing, is that she failed to realize it was her own car. Stealing the keys right from under her nose was even more pathetic (That party had been flocked with drunks everywhere; no one saw him flit in and out). And here he had thought the woman would just crawl into her car and fall asleep. Nonetheless, this made his mission that much easier. It was so quiet, and the two were very…much….alone.

Quietly he crept out of the car and made his way to the sleeping girl. As he prepared to bind and gag her, he froze. Due to being so concentrated on taking her keys without being caught, this was the first time he actually saw the princess up close. The Japanese beauty looked so peaceful and docile, not to mention very beautiful. As if coming back from a trance, the kidnapper to be berated himself for getting distracted. 'Think of the reward afterwards' he chanted to himself over and over as he quickly bound her feet. Another distraction caught him off guard as he wondered how such a little person could walk in such death traps. While he was caught in his musings, however, it gave Kimiko significant time to wake up wondering who was touching her legs. It didn't take long, even in her condition, to figure out what was happening. So, before the man could even react, Kimiko did the one thing she knew she could do best in her position; scream like a banshee.

"AHH! LET ME GO! HELP! Someone! Mmphhh!" Much to no avail, Kimiko was bound and gagged within five seconds of her scream. Her kidnapper growled to himself as he felt the signs of a skull splitting headache coming on from her quick screaming. As she thrashed and jolted violently in his grasp, he sighed, relieved the hard work was over. With a quick press to her neck junction she was unconscious. He smiled as he lifted his victim over his shoulder, sauntering back towards the car. Kimiko was reported critically missing eight hours later.

********AN Notes*******

Alright everyone, those who have seen my work before are probably thinking, so how many reviews do we need to do now? None. Zilch. Na-da. I've grown up about that; I don't care if you LOVE or HATE my work and prove it by writing a flame or a great review (Though I am still touched by the latter), all that matters to me is that people read my stories and that's enough gratification to me.

Now, there were obviously a lot more changes in this story. Firstly, Kimiko appears much more snobby and close minded. Especially if you think about how much her clothes are:

*The Mikimoto bracelet: $3000

*The Jade Metallic Watersnake Pointy Toe Pumps: $1000 (God I want those so bad)

*The Mac Duggal dress (Asian styled): $1,998

*Yusuke is NOT my made up character….if you've ever watched Yu-Yu Hakusho* then you would understand the humor of it. If you DO watch it….glad to bring back an old memory. Later everyone!

Final note, last time someone told me being reported eight hours missing was not possible. Since Kimiko is an heir to the Japanese throne, if she went missing, she would be the first priority to find; hence her being labeled critically missing despite the brevity of said capture. Alright, enjoy! I'll be working on my stories all day today.