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I present you another fanfic that had driven me crazy that I just had to write! Instead of calling my chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, etc., I'll be calling them "Targets". Here's a better summary for this new story.

Breaking The Code

Usui Takumi, a genius graduate from MIT has been a huge "target" for many since he possessed too much secret information. In fact, too much. While in his everyday life, he is treasured by the government like a saint. But if he opposed to them, he would be their greatest threat. Meanwhile, Ayuzawa Misaki, a professional bodyguard has been assigned to her first client. While Usui is confident that she was easy to deal with just like any other woman, just like breaking a code. But events turn things upside to right side up for these two as Usui finds out that this code, was not very easy to break.

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"Starting from today, all of you will be sent to your clients," Satsuki paused, "I expect that all of you know how to behave properly while away in all different parts of the world. I wish you all good luck and... I'll definitely miss you girls."

I smiled at Satsuki's honest words. Despite the fact that Satsuki, an old strict female Director of IBNTP (International Bodyguards Network Training Program), she was also like a mother to the girls. Misaki's impression of Satsuki never did change much, from the first day of entering IBNTP until today, she was an old fashioned women with a neck length dark hair and a neat grey pencil skirt (completely wrinkle free).

"Treasure your..." Satsuki checked her watch, "thirty minutes of farewells, ladies." With that she winked at us and stalked away in her loud three inch black pumps.

I sighed. The thought of leaving this place was always too hard. I practically grew up here, at the IBNTP headquarters. Satsuki, all the other directors, and all my friends here were my family ever since I was eight. That was my most treasured item, my family.

"Mi..Misaki..."

I turned around to face a sobbing girl with her dark pink pigtails tied neatly against her head. Typical whiner. Meet Hanazono Sakura, one of my best friends in IBNTP. "Sakura... Why are you-"

"Misaki!" Sakura jumped and tackled a huge hug. I was unprepared and nearly tripped over. The pink head cried her heart out in my arms. "Misaki... I-I can't live without you! Why can't we both have the same client?!"

"Enough with that nonsense, Sakura." The voice came from a cool slim female figure. Meet my other best friend, Kaga Shizuko (AKA the shadow queen with unlimited weapons in her hands). Her dark hair was cropped short like a boy's and her glasses glinted evilly. But, Shizuko was actually a very caring person and would never leave us behind. If I hadn't known Shizuko for so long, I wouldn't have known the real Shizuko.

"Shizuko!" Sakura exclaimed and ran towards Shizuko.

"Don't even try," she gave the warning, "to hug me."

"Shizuko!" she called, but Shizuko remained silent as ever.

"Shizuko!" Still no answer.

"Shizu-" BAM!

Shizuko pulled out a fist gun out of nowhere and hit Sakura right in the face. "OWWWWW! Eh? Shizuko! How can you do this to your best friend? It the last time we'll be seeing each other!" Sakura exaggerated. "FOREVER!" The pink head continued to sob.

"I warned you not to hug me." Shizuko stated calmly.

I sweat dropped at the scene. "Shizuko... Didn't you overdo it a little?"

"Meh." She took a something out of her right coat pocket and handed it to me. I took the bottle and surprisingly, it was a bottle of perfume.

"Shizuko... I never never you like the limited edition of Justin Bieber's perfume!" I was shocked and speechless.

"You idiot!" Shizuko smacked my head. "I never said it was perfume. It's pepper spray inside."

"W-What?!" I stammered, "pepper spray? Why would I need that?"

Shizuko leaned towards me and whispered in my ear, "you know, you can't ever trust men, those horrible creatures. Don't forget that your client is a man too... I know you've got a ten dans in black belt Judo, but just in case," She motioned towards the plane cargo area where our luggage were kept, "I got you a couple cartons of it."

Oh yeah, another thing I forgot to mention, Shizuko is absolutely a man-hater. At some point of her life, Shizuko had lost interest in boys and had became an evil girl. When was that exactly? Hmm... I guess she started acting that way when we were in in grade school, when a chubby boy named Shintani Hinata tried to hog the swing and made Sakura cry, Shizuko electrified the little guy with a taser. Ever since then, Shizuko had made Shintani her little weapon guinea pig.

"What the hell? Do you go randomly squirting people in the eye with pepper spray all day? Don't you have anything more productive to do?" I asked. An evil smile stretched across Shizuko's face when she stared behind me. I followed her gaze and found Shintani walking towards us from the boys section. Her glasses reflected the light in the right angle to block the scene of her eyes which even made it worse.

"Misa-chan! You want some of my bread crust and milk? Grandpa sent them to me. Old meanie Satsuki said the security guards are gonna confiscate my milk later if I don't throw it away..." Shintani started to sprint towards me.

"No, Shintani go back!" I pleaded before looking back at the creepy shadow queen.

"Eh? But Misa-" *spray*

"Ah my eyes! Ah! They're burning! Misa-chan! HELP ME!" Shintani screamed. I walked over to a wall and face face-walled because a face-palm wasn't enough, leaving a berzerk Shintani running in circles.

"Let's get going." Shizuko said.

"But... Shintani is-"

"Nothing major, lets just wait until the security guards drag him out and make him miss his flight. It's so much quieter when that thing isn't around. I would finally get some decent sleep on the plane."

"Was that your intention all along?" I asked.

Shizuko didn't reply but simply yawned. I swear to god that this lady couldn't get more eviler.

I received my boarding pass from Satsuki and swiftly glanced at it.

Passenger: Ayuzawa, Misaki

Destination: Los Angeles CA, USA

Departure Time: 12:45

Arrival Time: 6:23

Departure Gate 72

Seating: First Class A-6

Baggage Claim: 11

"Girls, by now you should have received your boarding passes. Thirty minutes is over. Gather around and leave for security check." Everyone was in a perfect ordered line. I was always last in line, but I never minded. When every girl left, they exchanged farewells with the directors. Then, it was my turn.

"Well, look who we have here, Ms. Ayuzawa. I always knew you'd be something great one day." Satsuki smiled which made her wrinkles quite visible underneath her make up.

I returned her a smiled and gave her a last hug. "Thank you, Satsuki. Without you, I might have been dead in the streets for ages. It was you who has found me and recommended me to enter the IBN. I am really grateful."

Satsuki nearly cried at my words. "Misaki... I have something tell you," she dragged my to a corner. She pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke, "the truth is, I didn't find you on the streets, someone sent you to the hospital and left you in my care. It was another child, a boy, your age whom I thought was your cousin or brother at first. But, later he just left. Maybe some parts of your memories were damaged and you didn't remember."

"A boy?" I frowned. "A boy saved my life?"

Satsuki nodded and hugged me again. "I will miss my top student."

"I'll miss you too." I waved at her.

"What were you and Satsuki talking about?" Shizuko asked in a quiet voice so that Sakura wouldn't overhear.

"Nothing much. Just goodbyes." I lied.

Shizuko eyed me suspiciously.

"Ehh? What are you guys talking about? Are you guys talking behind my back? You guys are hurting my feelings..."Sakura pouted.

Shizuko and I walked straight ahead.

"Hey you guys! Wait for me! I still need to get my other suit cases!" Sakura whined. "They were overweight and the people said they had to take my favorite handbags out- Hey, are you guys even listening?!"

I smiled at the thought. Who would have known that I, Ayuzawa Misaki could ever made friends like these?

"Where's Hinata?" Sakura asked as we gave our boarding passes and passports to a guard who went through our bags thoroughly.

"He got dragged out by security guards." I replied.

"Aww... Poor guy, always getting bullied by the evil Shizuko!" Sakura stuck her tongue out childishly at Shizuko who just merely shrugged.

"Sakura, we're not in grade school anymore. Any signs of immaturity will lead to a whole bunch of insults and lectures given by Ms. Kaga here." I warned.

"Nope, no more lectures Misaki. As you said, were' not in grade school anymore. That is why, if I hear one more annoying word out of Ms. Hanazono's mouth, I'll cut off that annoying tongue of Sakura's out." Shizuko said. That shut us up for good.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever- Hey you! Don't touch those! I haven't even-" Sakura was shouting at a female guard who decided to mess with Sakura's shoe bag.

"I'm sorry miss, but I think we have found something in your bag that seems like an illegal inventory. Please come with us for you have some... explaining to do." Two officers reported to Sakura as one of them held out a large Ziploc bag filled with a white powdery substance.

"Oh my gosh! Are you accusing me, Hanazono Sakura of sneaking drugs to France?! For your information officer, I have been to France for many, many times and I have never seen that bag ever in my life!" Sakura was angry now. She crossed her arms but looked in our direction for help.

Misaki! Help me!

Sakura-

No, we have to get going.

Shizuko dragged me away from Sakura as I watched Sakura plead for help.

Shizuko, you cold-blooded glasses creep!

On more word and I'll burn down your whole entire closet.

...

Alright, scratch what I had said earlier. That girl can be more eviler.

"Shizuko, that bag... you put it in one of Sakura's bags didn't you?" I asked.

"Ha, I got caught red-handed."" Shizuko replied calmly Her face showed not a hint of her best friend being accused of sneaking drugs through the airport or spraying pepper spray into some poor dude's eyes.

"Those drugs... aren't real, are they?" I asked.

"Of course not. How can I let my best friend be arrested for sneaking drugs? That's horrible! Why do you think of me as such a cold-heart person? " Shizuko answered sadistically. I rose a brow at her words. "Don't worry, they're just bean powder used to make sweets that my mom brought over from Korea."

"Oh."

A sudden feeling of insecurity shivered down my spine. What if Shizuko put something... in my bag?

I sat down on a chair when we reached the food court and searched through my luggage like a security guard.

"Don't worry, I didn't put anything in your belongings. You're safe since you don't have the same destination as me." Shizuko smiled as she placed two meals on our table.

I sighed in relief.

"Do you think that Sakura and Shintani will be safe?" I asked as I walked with Shizuko to the gates.

"Stop worrying about those two idiots. They'll find their way out of those messes. And bye." She waved as me.

"Huh? What-" I turned around to see the 'Gate 72' sign above my head. "Oh." Time passed by so quickly that it only seemed like yesterday when I met Sakura and Shizuko. And now, I guess it'll be a long time after that to see them again.

"Shizuko."

"Yeah?"

"Thank you, Shizuko. Thank you for being my friend." I smiled at her. And with that, I left.

"Misaki," my mother whispered. Her frail body was laid on a white hospital bed, her charcoal hair spread out on her pillow messily like spiderwebs. And her eyes, those warm, welcoming golden orbs hidden with misery, showed my expression of panic in the reflection. I held her hand tightly, trying to not shake in fear. I was never scared of anything, from spiders to assassination attempts. However, right this moments, I was shaking in fear and and tears were in my amber eyes. If there was only one I was afraid of, it would be losing the only one I loved, my mother.

I had no friends, or if "friends" who bothered to associate with me would always betray me and use me as a social or financial climbing latter, a mere tool to obtain what they greedily desired. This was because of my father, or should I even call him "father." Whenever I think of him, my hear aches from deep within. I clenched my fist as I watched my miserable mother, waiting for him to come home pathetically. As every second went by, my hatred towards him increases, my mother suffers even more, and that man is laughing even harder.

"Mother," I assured softly. My vision started to blur as tears threatened to fall.

"Don't cry, Misaki. I don't want to see my beautiful angel cry. Remember, I only love to see the smiling Misaki. Please, at least leave a happy last impression for me," she managed though I can see the painful expression she tried to hide. "Smile for me."

I wanted to cry even more. I forced a weak smile at her. Her face was pail and fragile and her eyes looked tired and restless. She quickly glanced at the door and looked back, hoping I wouldn't notice.

"Mother, give it up already. He's not going to come. I asked Secretary Jung already. If he did come, I would still consider that at least he has a heart. Apparently, he doesn't." I sighed. I held her hand even tighter. "We don't need him, mother. Not in a million years."

"Misaki, don't speak ill of your father like that-" My mother started but a series of violent coughs interrupted her.

A tear escaped my eye as I saw her in such condition. I turned back, refusing to face her, and asked, " Is seeing him really your last wish?"

My mother paused for a bit and replied, "Yes."

"Then I I'll find him for you." I said as I sprinted down out the door.

"Misaki!" My mother shouted as I ran down the hallway of the hospital."

"Let me in."

"Mr. Hayashi does not wish to be disturbed," the security guard said firmly and held a hand in my way. I glared daggers at the man in black. Mother and I were treated so lowly, even the maids, butlers, and guards looked down on us. Surely, my mother, who has several hundreds successful oil mines and was born into a respectable banking family, she should never be treated this way.

"Let. Me. In." I said calmly.

"Ms. Hayashi, please just leave."

"So you know my name, and do you know that my father is inside this house? Or should you consider calling me Lady Hayashi, since I am one of the ladies in this house." I demanded.

"Ms. Hayashi, I believe that-" I swung my legs at him and kicked the unprepared guard in the chin.

I stormed inside the gate and muttered, "I've had enough of you all."

I glanced up at the gloomy dark sky. It was going to rain soon.

I've always hated the rain.

I ran up to the front door of the mansion but it was locked. No matter how I kicked and pulled, the door never budged. Then, I heard voices of children and music. I ran towards the sounds and found myself staring at a bunch of partying children on the sheltered patio. Then I spotted the three main figures. My father, and that woman, and my half-brother.

"Father!" I called out to him. He didn't hear me. "Father! I'm Misaki! Why can't you hear me?!" I shouted again and again. Finally he noticed me. He walked down to from the patio.

"Misaki, what are you doing here?" He asked in a rather unpleased tone.

"It's mother... Can you please come with me? I'm begging you, mother really wants to see you, it's your last chance. Father." I pleaded pitifully.

"I...Why don't you come in first and meet-"

"No! Father! Mother's dying! Why don't you care?!"

"Darling? Come on, the kids are going to cut the cake." That disgusting woman walked across the lawn to us and slithered her arm into my father's. "Oh, isn't this Misaki. Why don't you wish your brother a happy birthday?" She grinned at me, obviously fake.

"Shut up you disgusting woman!" I spat at her. "He's not my brother and will never be. So are you, my mother isn't dead and even if she is, I will never reconsider my decision of having you as my-" I stopped when a blow of pain hit my cheek. Before I realized it, I was laid on the floor with my cheek swollen. Father striked me. He never did. He never laid a finger on me. How dare that women?! How dare she break apart my family!

"Hayashi Misaki! How dare you talk to your mother like this!" Father bellowed angrily.

"She's not my mother! My mother is in the hospital right now, suffering from cancer and you're celebrating a birthday party? How heartless can you be? I hate you! I hate you all! And you!" I pointed a threatening finger at that woman, "I will never forgive you for what you have done to my family, you will never be my mother!" I screamed.

Father's eyes widened at my shouts and it angered him even more. Time blurred out like a fast forward tape. I was soon driven out the mansion behind the bars of the gates. All I remembered was the scene of father cutting a birthday cake with his family. I clenched the bars. I felt a drop of liquid on my head. Later, more drops of rain fell. It had started to rain. The rain fell on my body like thousands of cold needles piercing through me. It fell, it fell. Just like how my tears did. The sky was crying, mother was, and so was I.

That is why...

I hate the rain.

Hey guys,

So... How did you guys think of this new story? Happy with it? Please R&R or PM me. No reviews = No update.

The italicized part was about Ayuzawa Misaki's past. Ayuzawa is Misaki's mother's maiden name and Misaki's real surname is Hayashi. Kinda tragic at the end eh? Meh. At least I gave you guys a humorous beginning. If you guys have any problems with the characters, review and I'll try to fix them.

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