A/N: This is my first story so please don't be too harsh! This is just a random idea that popped in my head one day and I finally got motivated to start this story after seeing a picture from a doujinshi cover of Hei as a girl. It was quite interesting. I don't really know if I'll continue with this, but I'd like to see how far it would go.

This IS going to be a November 11 x fem!Hei as in Hei is a female in this and is paired up with November 11; so if you don't like, don't read.

Timeline: AU after episode 6

Disclaimer: I do not own Darker than Black, Hei or his lovely collarbones. In fact own don't even own anything Darker than Black related, which I think is kind of sad.

Anyway, here is the prologue.

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Hei (also known through many pseudo identities as Li Xiaojie, the Black Reaper, BK201 or whatever unsavory nicknames that enemies usually came up with) was blushing quite heavily as she tried to daintily serve the chocolate cake and iced coffee that had been set on her silver platter.

It was a difficult task because she was also trying to not flash her breasts that were threatening to show themselves to the world with the unmoral outfit she was wearing.

It didn't help that the customers that she was serving were clearly ogling her bust.

The dress she was wearing (if it could be called one) covered just barely the lower half of her chest so the upper part of her breast and collarbones to her neck bare where it covered her throat with a dress shirt collar and black bow. There was another bow that settled between her bosoms and the skirt with the layered apron and ruffles underneath was extremely short and left little to the imagination. It was topped off with a frilly headband that was applied to the top of her head.

It wasn't for the fact that Huang had sent her on a mission to go undercover as a worker for the maid café – said mission was to contact a mysterious informant that claimed to have vital information that could open new doors for the Syndicate – she would be busy ripping all the lecherous eye balls that was watching her from their sockets with her knives.

Yes, that's right. She was working at a maid café with a uniform that left her practically bare for the entire universe to witness.

She was starting to fantasize about tearing the owner of the Kuro-Neko maid café to shreds for forcing his workers to wear the lingerie like uniforms.

She had gone through many molesting eyes and was starting to feel violated because of the clothing she now bore with embarrassment.

That and the fact that the dirty old fool wouldn't keep his mitts off her person; apparently the number one rule from the ten sacred commandments of maid cafés, 'Thou shall not touch thy cute serving maid's hot bod ', was not applied to the higher powers involved.

She would know this because the maid café's bible was practically beat into her head when Huang and Mao were making sure she was prepared for the job.

The café owner kept attempting on groping her chest. If she were like any other female on the small island of Japan, she would have threatened to sue for sexual harassment charges. Unfortunately, she was not under the fact that she would probably be fired and therefore undoing all her self-sacrificing efforts. So she could only look at him as her new false identity, Mei, could.

Which in this case was throwing him a look of puzzlement, letting heat burn her cheeks and stutter, "Sir?! What are you doing?" while playing the ignorant person she was thought to be.

When this as all over, she would make him pay dearly for messing with her and boy was he going to pay.

I'm mean really?! She was the feared Black Reaper and now she was being reduced to getting her paycheck through her old pervert. Though the harsh smack of cruel reality interrupted her gory daydreams of stripping the café's owner of his skin as the shop's bell rang, signaling that another customer had arrived.

She hurried to the direction of the pink metal framed doors and let a cheerful smile slide on to her lips.

"Welcome home, Master! ~"

She bowed while offering a menu of what the café had served.

"Well aren't you darling?" a smooth voice replied, it sounded slightly accented, something of the European descent. She had encountered this voice once before on a mission not so long ago. She had suspicion on whose voice it belonged to and prayed for once that she was wrong. Her prayers however, were not answered.

"I would like a table near the window."

Hei paused before lifting up her head to see exactly what she was suspecting, the blond contractor from MI-6.

Damn it.

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How does that sound for a prologue? I always had thing for gender bended characters and when I saw one of Hei, I couldn't get it out of my head.

I hoped you enjoyed it! Reviews would be very much appreciated!