Summary: She's a heartbreaker: the one that loves the rush of danger. Has the hearts of all her strangers and breaks them with no precaution whatsoever. Watch you're step you just might fall into her trap.

A/N: In spirit of being Valentine's Day Month, a month full of romance and such. I, Writer'sFantasy had single-handedly decided to release my top requested Fanfiction. Anyway, I was inspired by the song How to be a Heartbreaker to actually write the story. So in honor of such inspiration I used the title of the song as the title. Go listen to the song it's amazing. The technologies in this story are far more advanced than our time, if you see some things that are just a bit off (Thanks Capsule Corp.) That's pretty much why hehe. I'm also using my OC's in this story in a completely different way. Enjoy!

A/N: 6/25/15: Cleaning up some stuff, re-writing a few chapters.

How To Be A Heartbreaker

Chapter 1: Meet the Charmer

Charm is the key, master it and you'll obtain anything your heart yearns for. You'll never risk heartbreak again! It's a rather amazing win-lose situation and you will always march out as victor. Marron Chestnut's the name, and heartbreak is her game. When this siren came to town all the men were in their hands and knees. However, she wasn't always the female enticer. She was once a stupid girl, with stupid dreams of love.

Now she is cold as stone.

A hand laid on her bare waist as a pair of hazel eyes stared her down, her body swaying to the beat of an 80's tune. Cherry-colored lips shone under the dim lighting, an evil glint shone in her cerulean orbs. Dropping a few crimson stained kisses on the victim's ghastly pale cheeks.

"I've been thinking…" the blonde stated, eyes averting from the man.

"Babe, you can tell me anything," a large hand cupping the blonde's face. A sick game, but the thrill was worth it…

"I think… it's time we should…" Marron quietly began, "part ways."

The hazel-eyed man dropped his hand, looking rather shocked at the blonde's words. "W-What…why?"

"I realized," she stated rather bluntly, "you don't make me feel anything…" a smirk splayed on my face, "I think you should go."

Disappointment struck the man straight in the face…he honestly couldn't believe what he just heard the blonde say. That was the game, and it's been a countless list of short-lived lovers, all of them doing the same old walk-of-shame to the door. Marron has what she likes to call "commitment issues" she absolutely detests the thought of being chained down by someone, especially someone who continually uses words like "my girl, she's mine," and every other variant.

Looking down to her phone, she caught note of her reminder. Her flight to her next destination, this trip was one merely for revenge, sweet, sweet, revenge. In West City lived her next target, the best part however was she was a renewed person…she's now the femme fatale she always dreamt of being. Marron Chestnut is back to claim her rightful title as heartbreaker.

Roses of every color possible were stuffed in Marron's nightstand from ex-lovers hoarded. She honestly had no idea why she kept them in the first place. But, nonetheless she turned on her fireplace, crouching near the dancing ember while, tossing in roses at a time, watching the beautiful plant turn into ash. Marron hated roses. It reminded her of him. The intoxicating smell, the shape, and the color all brought pure hatred.

Tossing water into the flame, the blonde turned her back and heaved a final sigh, zipping up her bags; clothing items messily thrown in…the bag seemed to look as if it were about to pop. Marron's departures were the quiet ones. When she left, not a single trace was found. Hopping into a cab, Marron watched the city she'd become acquainted with flash right through her in her eyes.

She knew the tiny Ginger town would never be seen again. Somewhat happy, somewhat sad… but new memories will resurface. Unsurprisingly, Marron has learned to move on from certain things. Like moving and change, it's a natural and unstoppable force this world has. As soon as the blonde entered the airport she knew there was no turning back.

After what seemed hours of wait the flight number echoed through the room. Cerulean eyes had trailed up to a grinning woman who had her hand ready to snatch her ticket from her hands. Which she did, and Marron couldn't help but imagine her hand meeting the woman's painfully smiling face. Although the girl had more manners than that, thus she idly strolled inside the plane taking a seat.

The flight was a rather short one, thanks to Capsule Corporations technological advances. Many other companies are trying to keep up, soon enough we'll be traveling at the speed of light! What hit the blonde was the fact she hasn't been to West City since she was fourteen. Her connections with friends however, stayed decently strong. She took no precaution to the safety video; she's watched it too many times to really care.

Her arm was propped up against the armrest whilst she glanced outward, watching the myriad of cotton pinks and tinted lavender spread across the sky, a burning sun slowly making it's way upward. A new dawn, it's time to begin again. Curious eyes peeped over to the seat of the person before her, who seemed mildly entertained by a gossip channel.

Marron shrugged, as she sat back and turned on the small television, opening a small bag of peanuts and began chewing idly. Another hand slipped her headphones on as she heard the small on-screen brunette speak. "The votes are in…" a interlude of suspenseful music, "in third place, Royce Martinez from Hayworth Corporation," a tan, tall man with a neatly trimmed beard appeared on screen, mysterious onyx eyes that can easily pierce a screen…a bit on the lanky side, "in second we have the oh- so-charming Bryce Wainwright from Phoenix Corporation," a brown-haired, green eyed man showed up, a tad bit shorter than Royce, he was pale nearly a bit ghostly, but strong.

"And first place for West City's most elite bachelor is…"

Cue the inevitable cheesy drum roll.

"Trunks Briefs from Capsule Corporation," Marron nearly choked on her peanuts. That name was all too familiar. Cerulean eyes fixated on screen, she had to pause just to be able to process what the hell she just witnessed. Her memories go back as far as a scruffy teenager…not, well, that.

No, no, that was something she didn't expect.

A jaw and cheekbone so sharp, it seemed to look as if it could cut you dare touch it. Piercing lion-like eyes that drilled into your mind, fierce, angry…and to add, tall and fit. Ah yes, but what still remained was his enormous egotistical look on his face, and of course the hair, she knew that wasn't going anywhere.

He seemed to be doing just fine, and wonder certainly did fill her mind as how she was going to get revenge now, a bit difficult when you have the attention of…well, everyone, on you. She already knew to not fall into any of his traps. She knew for a fact this guy was a Casanova.

But, Marron was a determined soul…and she was willing to go through anything to exact her revenge on him. When the plane landed the blonde hopped off into a sunny exterior…and went through the airport system routine to be greeted by the one and only, Cheryl Eberlee, a childhood best friend.

"Marron, it's been a while," the fiery haired brunette stated, a grin plastered across her face, "so…how was that heartbreak mission?

"Cheryl, believe me I've met the biggest scum on Earth and slowly tore down their worlds," Marron chuckled, "absolutely worthless."

The brunette flipped her hair, "heard the new about the news with Mister Personality?" Cheryl questioned, "The bastard got chosen most elite bachelor," she proceeded to snort sarcastically, "piece of trash should have been forgotten long ago…can't believe I even dated him."

Oceanic-colored orbs burning brightly with hatred, "I've got some of his notorious exes rounded up…we have a game plan, because believe me Marron, this isn't a one-woman job."

Marron smirked, knowing full well she'd have support from the fellow broken hearted girls. "See Cheryl, I'm one of a kind," Marron winked, "I've conquered the hearts of fools for quite some time now," this caused Cheryl to quirk a brow, yes she definitely isn't same old Marron. Before Marron left to see the world, she was a shy girl with no drive to do about anything. Come a few years later…and you have a determined, strong woman ready to face the world.

"When I'm done with him, he won't know what hit him."

Cheryl smirked, "Atta girl," a pat on the short blondes back, "you go show him what you're made of."

The femme fatale nodded with determination, "Trunks Briefs, watch out…because Marron's in town…and ready to take you down."

Marron was fully aware Trunks was someone she should be wary of, he could definitely be a challenge…but such a thing excited her in many ways. She felt as though determined enough to tame the Casanova and shatter his ice heart to itty-bitty pieces. Trunks Briefs is too simple-minded, egotistical, and thick skulled to ever see what's coming.

So beware Mr. Briefs you are in for the time of your life.

Aha, I tried my best to show you Marron's heartbreaking side. Also show her vulnerability and motives towards her first true heartbreak. But this story will not be a sob fest where the female is just weaker all in general. But Marron herself will represent any girl who has had her heartbroken by some douche-bag/asshole. Yup Cheryl my OC from Kiss The Rain will have a role in this story. If you liked, had any comments at all, or constructive criticism tell me them through a review! (Forgive those pesky spelling/grammar mistakes I'll fix them ASAP) Thank you so much for reading!

A/N: I rewrote this chapter completely, as I was unpleased with the contrast from my early writing and now. Um if you did read my updated version thank you! Please note I'm working on all my early chapters, as I'm not fully pleased with my writing. Thanks for reading! (6/26/15)