A/N: Summery-A girl from Mori's past suddenly shows up. But her past is shadier than Mori thinks and Kyoya is certain he knows her from somewhere, while Honey just doesn't like her. So Kyoya and Honey decide to find out what she's hiding, but what they discover could have serious consequences… and not just for her.
Okay people just some info, this is a Mori x OC. Not a Kyoya x OC. I'll do one of those later! XD
Prologue
A wire dropped down from the ceiling and a small girl in a black cat suit slid down the wire, hanging upside down from her knees. Immediately, she pulled a glass cutter from her pocket and began drawing a small circle on the glass. A moment later her slim-wristed hand was reaching in the hole and pulling out the small jade cat that sat inside.
Suddenly, a shrill shriek rent the air. The girl, startled, flipped around into an upright position. The mask hid her face but the suit couldn't hide the nervous tension that was rolling off of her rigid body. The shrill alarm kept ringing and the sound of running feet pounded toward the door. The girl punched a button on her belt. Instantly, she began shooting up to the ceiling and, as she got to her destination, pulled herself through the skylight.
The filthy rich never seemed to concern themselves with security they only cared about how their priceless artifacts looked in a certain patch of sunlight. When would they learn that skylights above something worth 80 thousand dollars was an invitation to thieves? And she was one of the best.
"Up there! I can see her she's on the roof!" the shout came from the lush grounds where the security people were gathering. The girl risked a quick glance over the edge of the roof and was assailed by a barrage of bullets.
She fell back and rolled across the roof, crouching low. The masked figure curled herself into a kneeling position and rested her head on her knees. The girl took slow deep breathes and whispered a silent prayer to Saint Nicholas. Then she rocketed to her feet and charged to the edge of the roof and jumped into thin air. A long moment of silence took hold of the girl as she shut her eyes and felt the wind rushing past her. The whine of the bullets was faint and no longer seemed to hold any danger for her. For a brief moment, she was free.
Then a stab of pain scrolled across her left shoulder. A bullet had found its mark. Crying out in pain, she doubled up in agony as blood began scrolling across her otherwise black clothing. That was a mistake. Curling up had thrown her off course. She had been aiming for a tree branch but now if she wanted to stay alive she was going to have to do something utterly unexpected.
Something like rolling.
She began rolling forward as if she was doing a somersault and could feel the branch brush her feet as she kept falling. The girlreached up and grabbed for the branch blindly. Her right hand wrapped around the whippy branch-she hung, feeling the blood running down her left arm as it hung uselessly by her side. She then began swinging, like a pendulum, hoping for enough momentum to reach the next tree.
A shout from beneath her caused her to look down and saw, without breaking her momentum, several guards gathered below. One was already starting to climb the tree. A deep sigh came from her as she continued to swing. The guard had nearly made it to her branch but at the moment he began reaching for her she let go and flew through the air. She made an almost perfect landing on the edge of the next roof, but her wound made her weak and the pain caused her to stumble.
She began falling backwards off the edge of the roof, but with catlike reflexes, she grasped the ledge and flipped back over to the (relative) safety of the roof. Scrambling to her feet, she began dashing along the roof avoiding the various guards that attempted to stop her.
One of the men grabbed at her hurt arm catching her sleeve. The young thief instinctivly turned on the man and slammed her fist against his stomach, then snapped her elbow up against his chin. The man fell back, not moving and she didn't spare him a second glance. She knew he wouldn't be getting up for a long time.
She made it to the wall without seeing anymore guards. Which, when she thought about it, was odd. Why weren't they chasing her? She had training for all contingencies. What to do if you got caught. What to do if you were being followed. What to do if your target was compromised. And the list went on and on. But never had she come across a situation where the security guards stopped chasing her. It was unheard of. Well, then again, so was she.
She dropped down the outside wall and ran for the waiting car. Throwing the door open, she jumped inside and fell back against the seat. As the car started she pulled off her shirt to reveal a long gash in her shoulder. Luckily, the bullet had only grazed her and wasn't lodged in her. That would have been really nasty! A few moments and angry Russian phrases later, she had the wound pretty well cleaned. Now time to talk to her boss. Though she knew her 'boss' better than the rest of his subordinates, that didn't mean she felt any loyalty to him. She was only loyal to one person-herself.
The television screen in front of her lit up and her employer's face appeared on the screen. He was cruelly handsome with thick blonde hair, a slightly hooked nose, rather full lips, and narrow deep greenish blue eyes. He had his two huge body guards standing protectively behind him.
Secretly she called them his dogs they always seemed so eager to do his bidding. He didn't really need the guards; he was perfectly capable of defending himself, but he didn't like getting his hands dirty. And anyway, the guards were so stupid they always made the perfect stooges when things went amiss.
"Well little one, how did it go?" his voice had a thick Russian accent but he spoke Japanese well enough.
"As well as any robbery can go when the alarm is tripped." She hated his pet names and he knew it. "So why did they go off? I know I didn't trip them. So why did you?"
"Oh darling why would you even think that I made that alarm go off? You're one of my most valuable assets, why would I risk you're getting caught?" His smile didn't fool her and it held no small amount of venom. She hated him nearly as much as he hated her.
"I know that as well as you! I'm not a child anymore. Do you honestly think I don't know?" She shouted as she pulled off her mask and glared at the man on the screen.
"Quiet girl." His voice had dropped to a dangerously low tone and he was tapping his fingers. "You may know who I am but just remember I still have all the cards. Try and do anything out of line and I will have you brought back to the compound. Don't forget- if I do that you won't be leaving. Or I could just break your heart. Which would you prefer?"
The thief bowed her head in a submissive gesture and didn't speak. She ground her teeth and clenched her fists. Realizing that there was no point in having a tantrum since he wasn't here, she calmed herself down.
The man smiled and they spoke for a moment more. Then the screen went blank. The girl leaned forward and tapped on the driver's shoulder. "Take me to the train station."
She pulled the small cat out of her pouch and turned it round and round in her hands. It was very pretty. Then she reached farther down into her bag and pulled out her street clothes. She picked out her hairbrush also since wearing her mask made her hair frizzy and rough. At the bottom of her bag was the small black jewelry box. She opened it and pulled out the heart-shaped gold locket. She put it on carefully; it was the only connection to her past. The gold gleamed brightly against her throat and the engraved letter S stood out in a single bold line of black.
Kyoya Ootori stood at his window and watched a black car speeding away. He had been woken by the sirens and shouting. Curious, he had goine to the window just in time to see the lithe figure in black making her exit over the wall. Kyoya wondered what had been stolen and who would be crazy enough to steal from his uncle.
Granted there had been one or two other thefts, but his uncle had slapped such a huge price tag on whatever had been stolen that even the people in the black-market were willing to turn in one of their own.
Kyoya stalked slowly back to his room and climbed back into bed. He'd just been having a very pleasant dream; he'd been the president of the Ootori dynasty and had been ruthlessly crushing the competition and taking over many other smaller companies. Kyoya was already half asleep as another thought wiped away that pleasant dream. Why was his alarm beeping?
So, what do you think? Please review! Good or bad, I don't care! Just make it constructive critisism-don't hate on this fic for no reason! Thank you!
I want to thank Fell4 and xxkoffeexx who beta-ed this fic! You guys rock! XD
