Prologue:

This is for the record. Date is 5/7/2006. Shown as evidence #1 in case #1362 of the FBI.

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There are some days you remember vividly that you just want to forget. The two that I want to erase from my life but can't are days that I will never forget as long as I live. They are the day my father was killed by those damn Yakuza that he trusted with his life for some reason I have never figured out and the day I almost destroyed them. Ill start from the beginning. I was born 24 years ago in Ikebukuro, Tokyo, Japan as Natsumi Tanaka, and my mother died giving birth to me. I was like any regular Yakuza family; my father was a kyodai or big brother in the Sumiyoshi-kai syndicate. He wanted me to be able to protect myself so he taught me how to shoot with his baby eagle handguns that he wouldn't carry with him and only let me use. He said he would give them to me when I was old enough. He always worked while I went to school until I was 10 when he was killed by those goddamn bastards from the Yamaguchi-gumi in a turf war. The police attributed to gang warfare and the Sumiyoshi-kai said they would get revenge but I couldn't wait. I just snapped, I had always had a temper and a short fuse and the death of my only living parent just set me on a retribution streak. I waited until the police and my father's brothers from the Sumiyoshi-kai had all left, then I went to where the Baby Eagles were kept got them out plus I found his family inscribed tanto. After grabbing all of that I tucked them into my school bag and set off for the closest Yamaguchi-gumi office vowing to kill them all. I took the Saikyo line from Ikebukuro where I lived to Shinjuku station, and then I found the Yamaguchi-gumi clan office in Shinjuku and walked up to the door. They told me to go home; I screamed at them, "You bastards are going to pay for killing my father!" Then, I pulled out both guns and began killing them one by one shooting from both hands reloading when I ran out of bullets from one clip or the other. I killed the leader by stabbing him with the tanto. When the dust cleared they were all dead and I was covered in blood. There was a mirror, I looked into it, saw myself covered in blood and began shaking and crying. I couldn't believe what I had done so I left the tanto there, grabbed my father's guns and ran. I ran until I got to an alley about half a mile away and then sat down and began sobbing until she found me. The first person to find me after that horrible event was Kaori Makimura. No, I know what you're thinking, Kaori is part of City Hunter and City Hunter isn't real. They are real, I've met both of them, both Kaori and Ryo Saeba. Anyway, back to the story. After Kaori found me she took me back to their apartment where I met Ryo. I stayed with them for the next 5 years until I was 15, during that time in which Ryo taught me how to improve my shooting skills and improve my skills with a knife. When I was 15 I left the apartment one day for high school, by this time I was using the last name Takahashi, when some of the Yamaguchi-gumi saw me and recognized me. It was because of this I had to escape to Los Angeles, taking the guns with me, but even then they followed me there. So I disappeared into the LA underground for half a year until resurfacing as the bodyguard going by the name Natsumi Talon. Since then I have protected everything from VIPs to priceless art objects. Well, time to get back to work.

For those of you who ask "Why the fuck did you make it a big block of text?" my answer is IT'S A TAPE RECORDING. DEAL WITH IT. This is only my second fanfic geez.