Just an Idea i've been working on. The parings have not been set yet, and it will have multiple character stars. I'm posting the prologue to see if anyone is interested. But I don't wanna give anything away so it will be vague.

Okay so it's completely AU, there will be a few elements from Mai-HiME and Otome. And I will be using the characters.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Rebirth

Prologue

September 2nd 2007

Fuuka City, Japan

Duran sprinted as fast as she possibly could, darting around the corners of the labyrinth like corridors she was currently in; her long raven locks floating behind her. The only thing she could hear was the loud clap of her heeled boots echoing as they rapidly hit the marble floor below them, but she knew they were after her. She knew better than anyone that the element of surprise was the key to a successful kill; it was the first thing they had taught her in The Institute.

She stopped as she came upon two doors and let out a frustrated groan. They had not been in the blue prints she had memorized.

Mentally cursing her lack of preparation; she took out a coin from her pocket and flipped it. If she could not make an educated guess, she would leave it up to fate.

Heads.

Door on the right it is…

She opened it violently and swung it closed behind her as she ran down yet another hallway. She hoped that the two doors would slow down her pursuers; if she had not seen it in her blue prints – chances were they had not either. She silently prayed that they would choose the wrong door.

She knew it was a foolish thought however, she was positive that there would be more than one person after her.

That was another rule that they taught you at The Institute; never go in alone. Always have back up.

Duran felt herself cringe as she thought of yet another rule. She had always hated them growing up, long before she had become a teenager and escaped that wretched place. They were engraved into her mind, and came as easy to her as breathing. Rules to live by…

Obedience.

Teamwork.

Training.

How to kill, when to kill and where to kill; all inherent within her by the age of 7, as a result of the many methods of conditioning used by The Institute. Duran had known how to immobilize an enemy long before she was taught how to ride a bicycle. The Institute had its own set of priorities when it came to teaching its children.

Children.

That is what they were; however, it was not how they were seen. They were viewed as weapons. To be moulded, shaped and formed. To fight wars.

Duran slowed her pace down as she heard a hissing sound coming from above her. She did not know where she was, or where any of these halls led. The blue-prints she had read must have been out of date. As the hissing grew louder, Duran stopped running.

Hide.

Escaping from The Institute, Duran had learned to rely on her instincts above everything else. They were why she was still alive.

Rapidly walking to the nearest room, she went inside and closed the door behind her. She stepped further into the dark room and patiently waited for her eyes to adjust to the lack of light. She saw the outline of a desk towards the back of the room, and carefully walked towards it, trying to be as silent as she could.

When she reached the table, she blindly searched for the switch on the reading lamp on top of it, sliding papers off of the desk in the process. Her hand finally found the string she had been searching for, as she pulled at it, she heard it click.

The small light source illuminated only two-thirds of the room, leaving the corners and far walls still drowned in darkness. Duran looked around the empty room. It looked like an office, which was used often. She bent down and picked up the papers she had dropped.

As she stood up straight and placed the papers on the desk a glint of something metallic caught her eye. She tensed wondering how someone had managed to get so close to her without her hearing anything.

"Keep your hands up where I can see them Dee," came the bark of a familiar voice. Duran felt her breath hitch as she heard her. It had been nearly three years since she had escaped. Three years without seeing any of them…her family.

"Or should I call you Natsuki now?" her captor snorted.

Duran slowly turned around, keeping her hands visible at all times. A dark silhouette stood in the corner of the room, a metallic object visible within their grasp. As the shadow drew closer into the light Duran felt her heart leap into her throat; she had been prepared for the possibility of encountering her, and the others…but seeing her now, Duran was stunned into immobility.

In the three years she had been gone, the redhead in front of her had certainly grown up. No longer was she short, freckled and awkward.

The girl standing in front of her was almost her height. Her skin was both clear and fair. Her eyes were now colder, more calculating. Her smirk more feral and her body had developed beyond her years.

Duran smiled. Yes, she certainly has grown up.

"Julia," she whispered, her emerald eyes meeting the cold lime irises of the redhead standing in front of her. "I'm glad they sent you."

Julia returned a brief but genuine smile which had caught Duran by surprise.

Her expression soon morphed into one of robotic neutrality, however, as she kept her gun raised towards Duran.

"You shouldn't be Dee, I'm here to kill you."

"I understand."

Review if you're interested in this. I wanna know if I should keep going.