Our Targets: Hikaru and Kaoru

Chapter 1: Our Targets

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my OCs, and plot.

English is bold

French is italics


JUNE 05 20XX in Canada...

A figure clad in black --a vest, boots, a hat, a scrunchy hung up for a ponytail, a long-sleeve, and skin-tight flare bottoms-- was jumping tree to tree with a walkie-talkie in hand.

"He's finished, eh," said the girl, words dripping with a Canadian accent. Just then a building exploded into pieces.

"Good, Agent 820," said a rather childish voice over the walkie-talkie. "But head back to headquarters, I have your first B-rank mission in my hand."

"Really! I'll be there in 5 minutes!" The girl hung up and quickened her pace, even though it was enough before.

Girls' POV

Hi, my name is Éclat Boulevard. I'm half Canadian and half French. In English my name would be this: Radiance Blvd. Weird, right?

I'm a spy. Wow, that's not something you hear often, but it's true. Codename is Agent 820. I work at Silver Eagle Eye Headquarters, that's only in evenings and nights, though. At day, however, it turns into Lunaire (Lunar in English) Fashion Incorporated. We're the 2nd best-known fashion company in the world! 1st is... Hitachiin Fashion Company all the way in Japan!

Anyway, I'll give you some pointers about me. I have dirty blond hair, from my French genes, and regular 'ole brown eyes and freckles, from my Canadian genes.

I have 2 agent squad members/ roommates that happen to be my best friends. My first best friend, who I met 2 years ago, is simply crazy. Her name is Sarrette Aune.

Sarrette has honeycomb colored hair braided in a honeycomb style too. Round, beautiful, welcoming blue eyes and shallow dimples when she smiles or laughs makes me laugh even more. She jokes day and night, mostly about normal sports, and crazes about crack, aka cocaine, and waffles.

My second best friend who I just met a month ago, Irma Frim, is kinda like the voice of reason in our trio. She's also the headquarters's idol. Shiny, perfect, long, brown hair and chocolaty eyes. Porcelain skin and a big, but nice size of breasts. Ugh... mine... it's pitiful to look at them.

Well... enough dawdling.

At headquarters!

In my boss' office, I saw Sarrette and Irma sitting in leather chairs. Sarrette was fiddling with her thumbs absentmindedly. Irma had a sudden interest in her silver Converse(c).

My boss, Beverly Brown, turned her master leather chair to reveal herself. Pink short hair, bi-eyed --a green eye on the right and a hazel eye on the left--, and barely taller than the chair, was Beverly Brown. Believe it or not, she's 26! Only 4'2"!

"Éclat, you're late. Straight to the point, you 3 will attend Ouran High. It's for an assassination, though. You all will assassinate twins. Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin. Sons of Yuzuha Hitachiin. Understand?" she said, sliding 2 photos of two boys with strawberry-orange hair and golden eyes across the cherry oak wood table. I blushed a little, I mean they were hot.

Plus, I did understand. Kill Yuzuha's only pride and joy, make her world crumble and her business. Make Lunaire Fashion Inc. #1. Hey, the world's an ugly place.

Irma and Sarrette looked at the photos and Sarrette blushed. Yup. I understand girl. Well, I started thinking how to gain their trust. And soon, I lost myself. Beverly was talking about our plan, but I fell asleep.

I woke up in a plane, well, a seat. I was in the middle of Irma and Sarrette. "Where are we?" I asked in Japanese. Luckily, I was an international spy/agent so have a vocabulary of Japanese.

"In the plane to the city where Ouran is Éclat," said Irma.

Irma was reading a book called, Pride and Prejudice, and beside her was a stack of books, To Kill a Mockingbird, War and Peace, Fahrenheit 451, and Tuesdays with Morrie. Did I mention she loved books?

Sarrette was looking at the sky, for she had the window seat, with fascination.

I took out my iPod Touch!(c) and turned on the music list, and clicked the song, "Down to Earth" by Justin Bieber.

Mafia(?)

I never thought that it be easy
Cause we both so distance now
And the walls are closing in on us
And we're wondering how
No one has a solid answer
But just walking in the dark
And you can see the look on my face
It just tells me apart

So we fight (so we fight) through the hurt (through the hurt)
And we cry (and cry and cry and cry)
And we live (and we live) and we learn (and we learn)
And we try and try and try and try

So its up to to you and its up to me
That we meet in the middle
On our way back down to earth
Down to earth down to earth
On our way back down to earth
(back down to earth - repeat 8)

Mommy you'll always and somewhere
And daddy I live outta down
So tell me how could I ever be normal somehow
You tell me this is for the best
So tell me why am I in tears
So far away and now I just need you here

So we fight (so we fight) through the hurt (through the hurt)
And we cry (and cry and cry and cry)
And we live (and we live) and we learn (and we learn)
And we try and try and try and try

So its up to to you and its up to me
That we meet in the middle
On our way back down to earth
Down to earth down to earth
On our way back down to earth
(back down to earth repeat 8)

We fell so far away from where we used to be
Now we're standing and were do we go
When there's no road to get to your heart
Let's start over again

So its up to to you and its up to me
That we meet in the middle
On our way back down to earth
Down to earth down to earth
On our way back down to earth
(back down to earth repeat 8)

I never thought that it be easy
Cause we both so distance now
And the walls are closing in on us
And we're wondering how

The song ended so I decided to put an alternative song on, "Die Mother****** Die" by Dope. Yes, I know. How Emo! Give me a break!

*After a long guitar and drum solo*

I don't need your forgiveness
I don't need your hate
I don't need your acceptance
So what should I do
I don't need your resistance
I don't need your prayers
I don't need your religion
I don't need a thing from you

I don't do what I've been told
Your so lame why don't you

Just go
Die mother fucker die mother fucker die x4

I don't need your prison
I don't need your pain
I don't need your decision
So what should I do
I don't need your approval
I don't need your hope
I don't need your lectures
I don't need a thing from you

I'll be sorry when I'm old
You're so full of shit man

Just go
Die mother fucker die mother fucker die x4

Boom

I don't need your forgiveness
I don't need your hate
I don't need your acceptance
So what should I do

I'll be sorry so you've said
I'm not sorry
Bang You're Dead

Die mother fucker die mother fucker die x4

Die

Soon, I saw tips of strawberry-orange hair in the seat diagonally across from us. I was sure it was them. The twins we were going to assassinate.


Oooh. It got all dangerous there. Well, anyway I will continue the series in the next chapter. Bye!