This is just the prologue-and I'm not entirely sure about this story, but what the heck! Please R&R!!! XD
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"Mission Impossible"
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"Keigo, I have a favor to ask of you."
Atobe snapped his head up, gaping at his father. He sunk in even deeper into the violet-cushioned arm-chair as his mind raced.
'Favor? Ore-sama has never recieved a request of a favor from Ore-sama's father before! What in the world...?!'
"F-Favor? Ore-sama shall see what he can do." Atobe tried his best to regain his calm demeanor as his insides churned. A puff of smoke escaped his father's pipe. The grey mass circled near Atobe, and he breathed in the toxic scent. Atobe was nervous now-his father never smoked from his custom-made pipe unless he was displeased, or placed in a disposition.
"I want you to reform a girl into a proper lady."
Atobe dropped his glass of water.
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This is the girl he'd bet his pride and work on?! This was the girl that he'd ensured his father he could transform?! Impossible... Atobe could not stop staring in shock at the girl in front of him. It wasn't that she was particularly ugly... it was just...well... Okay, she was ugly!
The girl in front of him had her midnight blue hair in a high ponytail, a sideways cap tossed on her head. Her pale face glowered at him, her black eyes narrowed. Her mouth was noisy; what a disgusting way to chew gum. She was dressed in ripped up straight jeans, with a stained, oversized sweatshirt. Her blue converse were qute the sight-the bottom was peeling off, the laces so full of dirt you could hardly tell they were made of cloth at all, and they were ripped at the sides. Atobe's left eye continued to twitch. Her entire being reeked of annoyance and...a gang-like posture. It was impossible to recognize this girl as the heiress to the second-largest economically leading industry of Japan. Atobe staggered back.
'Oh, no.'
"What the hell is this?" the girl growled. She snapped at the guards who surrounded her-her father's very own personal bodyguard ensemble. A.K.A., her father's pride and joy-not to mention gift to the girl- the V.V.I.P.B.G.-the 'Very Very Important Persion Bodyguard Ensemble.'
"M'lady, please calm down-"
"How can I fucking calm down, you asshole?! I'm kidnapped and bound, then dumped in front of some pompous freak who gapes at me!"
Atobe was shaken out of his reverie as he heard the phrase 'pompous freak who gapes at me.'
"What did you just call Ore-sama? You should be grateful Ore-sama is even helping to transform you," Atobe added with flourish.
The girl sneered.
"Oh, grateful, eh? Grateful that some jerk is going to start picking out my clothes like a gay person?"
"What? Ore-sama demands an apology right now!"
"Yadda!"
"Now!"
"No!"
"Now!"
"NO!"
"NOW!!"
"NO!!!"
"KEIGO!"
Atobe whirled around-to be met by his father's stern gaze. The man then looked past his son and towards the girl. He bowed.
"It's nice to meet you, Midori-san."
"It's nice t'meet ya too," the girl grumbled back. "But I still don't see why I was brought here this way."
"Keigo, start the project at once."
The son bowed. As his father left, Atobe snapped his fingers, closing his grey eyes.
"Now then. Servents! Give her a full spa treatment-and remove all permanent make-up, hair dye, hair extensions, hair styles, etc. she may have applied-"
"Oi! I don't do that kind of stuff!"
"And bring her back to me."
And for the rest of the afternoon, Atobe chose to ignore the wailing scream of protest ringing through the Atobe mansion.
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A knock came to the door. Atobe looked up from his book, snapping it shut with one elegant movement.
"Atobe-sama," a
tired, muffled voice called.
"Hm?"
"We're done."
Atobe smirked.
"Bring her in."