Hellooooo! So, I decided to take a small break from DA. I've been working on this story for a while now, and I think is about time it was published. Hope you all enjoy reading this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it!\

Chappie 1: Meeting the Ootoris

Recently, The Ootoris have been attacked. Yoshio Ootori and his family are very important people. So, the United States govt. decided to help by sending in their best-and youngest-agent to guard the youngest Ootori boy. For they believe he may be the next target.

They are sending in Marin. A girl that was burdened with the task of serving the US govt. in order to pay off a debt her parents have. And the sooner she gets through this mission, the sooner she can be free. But the truth is, Marin will never be free. And she, herself knows this, but has hopelessly instilled a false hope that one day she will be free of the US. Ever since she was born with that retched mutation on chromosome 18, she was born with the ability to convert pain into strength. So, sadly, she cannot die.

Washington, D.C.•

The sounds of fists pounding on a worn boxing bag reverberates on the walls of the training room in the FBI building. A lean copper skinned girl sends fists at the bag. Marin stops for a moment to wipe the sweat off her face. Just before she sends a roundhouse kick to the bag, she turns to the door where a burly man with a cigar hanging out of his mouth walks in. Jonathan Turner. The biggest bastard in the world. "Didn't expect to see you here this morning," he greeted casually.

She smirks, returning to her bag, "Felt like trying something different this morning."

"Hm," he grunts. It was then that she noticed the folder in his hand. Marin grimaced, another assignment. "You know those things are horrible for your health," she said childishly, nodding to the burning cigar in his mouth.

"Talking back to your superiors are also bad for your health. Might just get you smacked."

"What do you want, Jonathan?" He chuckled. Then pulled out the cigar, snatched her hand and inserted the burning tip onto her palm. Marin gritted her teeth and glared at the man. Jonathan smiled sweetly then pulled out the folder, "got another assignment for you, M," he started as she stared at her palm, watching as the burn healed and the skin replaced itself. She then turned and sent her fist flying at the bag; smirking when the worn out bag finally snapped off its chain.

"A very rich man named Yoshio Ootori has requested our help. He and his family have been attacked and he wanted a bodyguard for his youngest son. Who we believe will be the next target." She flipped through the file on the Ootori boy.

"...What so you want me to go in and protect some kid? Get him a veteran agent or something."

"No, most of them are busy in Cuba."

"Not my problem. I'm not a babysitter, and that wasn't apart of our deal. I agreed to do cove ops."

"Well it is now. And you will do this mission. Don't forget you are property of the United States government until we see fit."

Marin grumbled, knowing she couldn't get out of this. "…when do I leave?"

"Saturday, 9 am."

Later that day at a Starbucks in DC•

"Thank you," Absorbing the warmth emanating from her caramel cappuccino, Marin walked over to the table Hank was sitting at. Hank, was a veteran agent for the CIA. He was about 27, and at the top of his game. Hank served as her mentor.

"So, M, what did you need?"

She swirled the foam in the cup, "Their sending me on assignment to Japan." Hank sipped at his own coffee, and leaned back in his chair, "the Ootori case?"

She nodded. A calculating look crossed his face, "huh. I would've thought they'd send a Senior agent in for a case like that."

"That's what I'm saying! It doesn't make any sense, Hank. I don't want to babysit some rich kid." Hank laughed heartily,

"You should be happy. Sounds like an easy gig. At least you don't have to look after an actual child-the Ootori boy is 17."

"I know, but, it seems like Jonathan gave me this mission to exert his control over me." Hank leaned forward, the legs of his chair resting back onto the floor with a low tmp! He rested hi elbows onto his knees."Marin, I know you really don't like to hear this, but, you are owned by the US govt. It sucks but that's the truth, kid."

Marin sighed, "Yeah, I know. And it does suck. Hopefully if I crack this case, they'll let me go...?" Hank's grey eyes bore into her hazel ones. Hidden pity reflected in those silver orbs. And she noticed it. They both knew how futile her situation was, but it was always good to have some hope, right? After a moment, he smiled encouragingly, "yeah, who knows? Maybe they will."

A Plane ride later•

Japan was a lot bigger than Marin expected it to be...there are so many people! Agent Saki-herassigned agent-drove Marin to the Ootori estate. "...Mr. Ootori is a very important man, so you must treat this assignment very seriously."

"Yeah, yeah I get it." Finally, they pulled up to the Ootori estate. Which was...huge! No, massive!

Agent Saki turned to Marin, a grave look on his face, "and remember, Marin, do not ever make an emotional attachment with ANY of these people. Understand?" She nodded. And they went into the mansion.

A very serious looking butler opened the door, "oh you must be Agent Saki." He nodded and the Butler escorted the two into the foyer. The inside was even more beautiful than the outside. A maid placed a tea tray onto the table. After about ten minutes, Mr. Ootori and his son descended the stairs.

They stood, Agent Saki extended his hand to Mr. Ootori as did she. Mr. Ootori openly scrutinized Marin, "Aren't you a little young to be a bodyguard?"

"17, sir. I have worked for the CIA for a while now," She said, giving Agent Saki a sideways glance. He gave Marin a tight smile that read dont-say-anything-you-might-regret. Mr. Ootori nodded, impressed.

Before anyone took a sip, she sniffed the tea in everyone's cups then nodded for them to drink. Agent Saki smiled approvingly, "it's in protocol for her to do that."

Mr. Ootori smiled, "well that assures me that she would make a fine bodyguard for Kyoya."

Marin spoke up, "Uh, yeah sorry for intruding and all, Mr. Ootori, But where is Kyoya Ootori?"

Agent Saki smacked her across the face, "you know you are only supposed to speak when spoken too!" She glowered and nodded, "forgive me." Se bit out forcefully.

looked surprised, "oh yes Kyoya will be here shortly, I informed him to come home immediately after classes." Soon enough, Kyoya Ootori arrived home.

He walked in the dining room, then bowed to his guests. "hello father, and hello Agent Saki, this must be..." he was taken aback by Marin. He didn't expect to have a girl guard him. Especially not a young beautiful girl, with long brown hair and olive skin. Almost like an Egyptian goddess. She stood, a childlike grin on her face as she outstretched her hand to him, "honor to meet ya, Kyoya!"

Well that's it for now! I hope you all liked it!

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