A/N: A lot of this scene and dialogue is taken from a death note episode. I don't, in any way claim it as my own. Please review.

Prologue

As smoke bomb collided with the pavement near her, a young woman with a flashy haircut and a white fur coat, which was worth more than her monthly pay check, felt her heart beat skyrocket. She stumbled towards her bodyguard, a tall American woman named Lidner, who was by her side almost instantly and caught her as she tripped over the pointed heels on her unfamiliar boots. The flashing cameras and screaming fans were obscured by a blanket of thick, grey fog which was starting to aggravate her lungs and make her cough.

"Quick, this way! Are you alright?" Lidner spoke calmly, yet with clear authority, as she strode through the frightened, stampeding crowd, dragging the girl along side her. When her question was met with a woozy affirmative they hurried forward even faster towards the studio entrance, "We need to get you inside NHN now!" Lidner informed the scared young woman she had been assigned to protect.

A squealing of tires behind them brought them to a halt. The young woman could see the silhouette of a man on a motorbike, his face hidden by the helmet he wore. Lidner's face twitched in recognition when an angry voice rang to them out, "Don't do it! Take a look around! It's not safe for her here. Not even inside!" They hesitated, unsure of what to do. Lidner could see the sense in what he said. In unsure situations like these there was a lot that could go wrong, especially as they didn't know what the smoke bomb's purpose was. The voice called out again, "It's best just to get her away from here, right now! Miss Takada!" He addressed her for the first time, "Get on! Now!"

"It's okay, you'll be safe with him," Lidner decided as she pushed the wheezing girl forward, "Please, you have to go!" Her tone was cool and controlled, as always, but the urgency in her last words was unmistakable.

The girl didn't take much persuading. The smoke, which had been an irritation a minute ago, was now unbearable and she could do little more then choke as she walked away from her protector towards this stranger, who seemed to be the definition of dangerous with his dark, leather outfit, precarious motorbike and concealed face. She gritted her teeth as she clambered on behind him, her expensive skirt bunching up around her legs. Her arms were a vice around his waist and as they sped away from all sources of familiarity all Haruka Sato could think was, "What have you gotten yourself into, girl? They said this would be simple!"

A/N: Please review. Next chapter will be a lot longer and up within the next few days.