Disclaimer: Fuck you all.

Leiko: As you may or may not have noticed, I'm pissed off right now. SO DON'T MESS WITH ME!!!!!

Mizuna: Originally Leiko was going to focus on Kin and Kashaku in this chapter, but she's in a bad mood and doesn't feel like writing about generally cheerful people. So, now I'm just going to focus on all of us.

(A/N: While I'm still pissed, I just have to say this. My dad just walked into the room and fell into the chair laughing. I asked him why, and he said, "Your disclaimer." It was funny. Especially 'cause I'm still not really allowed to cuss.)

After about an hour of perfectly acceptable silence, Heero pulled into a Starbucks. The two stepped out of the car and walked in wearing matching ice prince/princess expressions.

The second they stepped through the door, all-talking stopped. I mean it was freaky. Heero was wearing black pants and a black muscle t-shirt along with an unbuttoned black over-shirt and Mizuna was still wearing the black business suit. Over all, it looked like a scene from MIB or something.

Walking directly up to the counter, and brushing past a few other people who were in line, Heero spoke for the first time in an hour. "I'd like medium cup of coffee. Black." He then stepped back and allowed Mizuna to go.

"I'd like a decafe mocha latte, please." The man behind the counter nodded nervously and rushed to do what the stoic couple asked.

"HEY! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE CUTTING ME LIKE THAT!!!"

Heero's eye twitched. 'No, not her. ANYTHING but her!' Sadly, it was not to be as the blonde he had been fearing pushed her way up to him.

"Heero Yuy! That wasn't nice! Now go to the back of the line and apologize to these nice people!!!" Yup, as you may or (if you're stupid) may not have guessed, the speaker was the one and only, Relena Peacecrap, er, craft, former queen of the world.

Then she noticed the blue-eyed girl that was giving her a death glare and had an icy cold aura. Not that she noticed any of this being to caught up in why HER Heero was with this undeniably gorgeous girl.

"And you! You should know better as well!!!"

Mizuna's glare intensified till it was up to Heero-death-glare-standards. And then Relena opened her mouth again and it passed his normal death-glare. "Don't reprimand me as if I am some small child that is incapable of independent thought."

Even though she knew she should, Relena still didn't back off. Not that it mattered; Mizuna had already tuned the 'annoying psycho bitch' out.

Facing back to the counter, she grabbed her drink and calmly walked to a table, ignoring any mindless prattle that came out of the blonde's mouth. Heero decided it would be best to ignore her as well, and followed suit, sitting across from his new charge and sipping his coffee.

Mizuna's cell phone began ringing and she thoughtlessly pulled it out and answered with a monotone, "Hello?" She nodded a few times, said a few yeses and then put the phone on hold. "Heero. Are Trowa Barton and Duo Maxwell associates of yours?"

(A/N: Hate to interrupt, but I just thought you should all know, I might not be able to continue because I am going to murder Mathew with a pitchfork and might possibly be arrested for stalking Daniel Radcliff when I go visit him while dropping off Mathew's corpse to a random bog in England)

Heero nodded and went back to typing on his laptop that he had pulled out of nowhere. Mizuna gave a quick "Yes, they are." And then hung up the phone without a goodbye.

As she continued sipping her drink, her sapphire blue eyes happened to stray to the window located behind Heero and directly in front of her. She frowned. Five dark silhouettes were dragging a smaller silhouette past the window.

Standing up abruptly Mizuna almost knocked the chair down. "I'll be right back." The perfect soldier nodded vaguely and continued typing.

Mizuna turned and walked towards the door, only to have her path blocked by an angry blonde girl.

"Why is Heero with you?"

"Shut up, sit down and stay the hell away from me." Mizuna just didn't have time to deal with Relena right then, the figures had disappeared into an ally and she needed to catch up with them before it was to late. When the blond girl only stood there glaring at her, Mizuna got fed up and shoved her roughly into a chair before running out of the café.

As she ran along the outside wall, she pulled out her gun and reloaded it before sticking back into who-the-hell-knows-where. She slowed her pace as she reached the edge of the next building over until she was moving at a calm walk.

Stepping into the darker shadows of the alley, she surveyed her prey. About 9 teens around her own age stood clustered around a terrified girl whom they had backed against the wall.

"Do you believe in Karma?" The thugs' heads snapped up as they searched the shadows for the eerie voice.

Mizuna smirked at their faces. "What about the epicurean belief of eat drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die. Ring any bells?"

The leader drew himself to his full height and glared around in the shadows. "You preachin' 'bout death? 'Cause that's what's gonna happen to ya when I'm through with you!!!"

The person in the shadows snorted at his claim. In a swirl of dark blue hair a figure emerged from the darkness. The thugs including the girl fell over laughing while she stood there calmly. Sure it irked her to no end that they were laughing at her, but she'd be damned if she showed them any emotion.

Taking in the way the girl-no, woman was laughing comfortably along with the rest she realized what was happening. "So this was all a set up... Well that was a complete waste of time..." She rolled her eyes and turned her back on the gang with the intent of leaving them to bask in their own stupidity.

From behind her she heard the click of the safety going off a .55 caliber gun. Rolling her eyes once again she turned to face her would-be aggressors. Most of them held knives, gleaming with their wicked intent while a few of the more prominent members held handguns.

"Oh yes, I'm really going to be intimidated by a group of wannabe thugs and their pathetic excuse for weapons." She pulled out her own gun, it was an intricate multiple shooter small enough to fit comfortably in her inside coat pocket. She flipped the safety off and leveled it calmly at the leader of the thugs.

She wasted no time trying to get them to back down with a death glare, where was the fun in that? Instead she quickly pulled the trigger five times leaving just enough time in between each to bring her hand around to the next thug. About 3 seconds later the five thugs with guns fell to their knees grasping their hands in pain.

"What are you doing?"

Mizuna shrugged and tucked her gun away before facing the stoic pilot. "What do you care?"

He gave her a dark look. "I don't. But it would be hard to explain the civilian casualties to the military."

She motioned to the stunned group behind her. "I don't see any dead bodies, do you?"

Heero shrugged with his infamous grunt as he turned and began walking away. She sighed and followed him. There was really nothing else she could do.

The couple didn't get very far before they heard the sounds of running behind them. Both continued walking, allowing their attackers to come to them.

Heero felt the rush of wind on his back that signified an object being brought down swiftly. He turned and in one fluid motion flipped his opponent over his him and sent him flying into a brick wall.

He grabbed the man going for Mizuna and hurled him at another opponent. He hadn't had a good fight in a while(Not that this constituted as a good fight for our perfect soldier) and he decided to handle this one on his own.

Unknown to him, or at least he didn't make a move to stop them, two men advanced on Mizuna from behind.

She was kneeling to 'tie her shoe' when the first man got into range. The blue-eyed girl left her hands on the shoe she was tying while she brought her other foot up directly behind her while straightening the other one. Her heel(Which didn't have laces mind you) connected sharply with the man's jaw and sent him flying off into a pile of boxes.

She stood quickly and whirled around in a spray of dark blue hair to meet the second man's attack. Mizuna brought a hand up and knocked lightly into the man's arm, throwing off his aim to where his fist barely even grazed her hair. Inertia kept him going foreword so she ducked down slightly and slammed the man in the stomach with her fist. He collapsed in her arms and she immediately dropped him without a second thought.

She looked up just in time to see Heero knock a man out with the hilt of one of the gang's guns. Then the fight was over and all that was left was a bunch of knocked out gang members.

"Well that was productive..." Mizuna muttered sarcastically. They left the alley way and "merrily" continued on their way to some random secret base that I don't know where is 'cause it's a secret base and since I have absolutely no standing with the Japanese government, I have no idea where the hell it's located.

Earlier that evening

"So, let me get this straight. If I get the bullseye, five times in a row, from the other side of the bar, I get free drinks for me and all of my friends for the rest of the time I'm in this town. Correct?"

The bartender nodded and grinned at the regular customers with a wink. "Yup, but if you can't, then I have a new waitress."

The golden haired girl who had first spoken repressed a smirk at the thought of their faces when she made the five bullseyes. Then she glanced at the barmaid outfit, turned away, then did a double take. A twitch developed in her eye as she gazed upon the skimpy outfit the waitresses had to wear. 'If I wasn't so good at darts, I'd be worried right now...'

She left the counter with five darts in her hand, and headed to the other side of the room directly in front of the dartboard. She flipped her long golden hair over her shoulder and narrowed her molten gold eyes in concentration. Lifting the first dart up, she glared at the people who kept crossing in front of her.

"If you people don't want a dart lodged in your carcass, then MOVE IT!!!" Everyone in her path looked at her strangely, but moved none-the-less.

Kin Raikatuji was a tall slim, model looking girl, but her taste in clothes coupled with her temper and glare made her an imposing person when the need arose. She wasn't what you called, 'people friendly' in fact, she could be down right mean when she was in a bad mood. Though for the most part she was fairly civil.

She was currently wearing one of her favorite outfits, which coincidentally showed her clothing taste quite well. Her outfit consisted of a pair of black capris, a black bottle cap belt, a black sleeveless shirt with "Bite me" written in simple golden script, black fingerless gloves, black ankle boots, a slim gold watch with a black leather band, dangling golden bell earrings and to top it all off, a black ribbon choker with a golden bell dangling from the bow.

Shwoo, thump! The dart lodged itself towards the outside ring of the bullseye. Shwish, thump, thump, thump! The next three darts became embedded on the outer edge of the bullseye. Kin then quickly threw the last dart, hitting dead center.

The golden haired teen grinned evilly showing off her perfectly white teeth. "Hey barkeep, I'll have a strawberry daiquiri."

"And I'll have a screwdriver!!!" Kin's yellow-eyed friend called popping up next to her at the bar. "Nice Kin-chan, I thought for sure you'd get the center of the bullseye every time though... It's always fun to watch when they hit each other and stick and then you have that whole line of darts..."

Kashaku Hitomi was a medium sized teen of 5'5" with long blood red hair and exotic yellow eyes that were always shining with laughter. She was wearing a pair of black ankle boots, black capris, a black double loop belt and a red sleeveless shirt that had "You say insane like it's a bad thing" in bold black writing on the front. She had also donned a pair of black pentacle earrings, a black armband, a black watch and a black cap that she was wearing sideways. Though whether or not she meant it to be on sideways is one of life's unsolved mysteries.

"Yeah, well I did hit my arm in that stupid training simulation..." As Kin muttered her half-hearted excuse she plopped herself down onto a barstool to await her drink. While it was true that she was underage for drinking, her being only 17, it didn't really matter because the Japanese were rather loose on the whole teens drinking thing.

"Wha-wait! You've cheated me! There's no way you could have just done that!!!" The barkeep slammed his hands down roughly on the counter as if to enforce his point.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Kashaku asked calmly as she cleaned her nails with a black hilted dagger.

The barkeep swallowed hard and backed up slightly. As he rushed to get their drinks, his hand discreetly pushed a button that was located on the underside of the counter. Sadly, he was not discreet enough and Kin saw the action.

'Damn moron...' She mentally sighed. 'Now I'll have to deal with the cops... Kami, I hate dealing with cops...' Cops were always so snobbish and know-it-all-y and she really hated that. Especially because half the time the bumbling fools didn't even know what the hell they were talking about.

"Hey Ka-chan, what time is it?" Kin asked, looking at her own watch as if it was broken.

"It's... 9:58."

"That's what my watch says... but that can't be right, Mizuna was supposed to meet us here an hour ago..."

"But Kin-chan, we only got here half an hour ago..."

"Yeah, but knowing Mizuna, she would have waited, chewed us out, and then ditched us!"

"True... Maybe you should call her."

Kin nodded in thanks to the barkeep for the drink he had just placed in front of her, but ultimately ignored her drink in favor of her cell phone. Pulling it out, she punched in a few random numbers and waited for her adoptive sister to pick up.

"Hello."

"Mizuna? It's Kin. Where are you? You were supposed to meet us an hour ago? This just isn't like you..." Note how she conveniently 'forgot' that they'd only been waiting for half of the time they were supposed to have been.

"Our contract as been dissolved. Permanently."

"But. Mizuna. What about Ami?" Kin was now, VERY worried. Sure Mizuna was usually stoic, but she normally would have somehow magically known that Kin hadn't been waiting the entire time, plus there were no sarcastic remarks, AND her voice had NO emotion in it, not even thinly veiled sarcasm!

There was a pause on the other line, before that same dead voice responded slowly. "She. Is of no consequence."

There was a sharp intake of breath at her side, and Kin knew that Kashaku had heard. "Mizuna? Mizuna!?! MI-CHAN!?!?! What happened, what's wrong!?! MIZUNA!?!" Kin swore under her breath before slamming the phone down onto the counter, almost causing the need for a new cell phone.

The golden-haired girl sighed heavily, ignoring the jingling of the door informing people of a new customer.

"Ma'am, we're going to have to ask you to come with us."

Kin Raikatuji(I've never said her last name before have I?) looked up from swirling/staring at her drink only to be met with a handsome young cop and an older, most likely more experienced cop who stood a little off to the side. "On what grounds?"

The young(male) cop was dumbfounded by her beauty, and could only stare dumbly and make some random response that his brain could actually formulate. "Huh?"

Her frozen glare snapped the boy out of his stupor, and her sharp-tongued reply had him boiling. "On what grounds do you plan to arrest me for?" Her tone had an edge to it that could have sliced through steel.

"Underage drinking." He stated, motioning to her daiquiri.

"Underage drinking, eh? Interesting. And just how are you going to prove that either of us have been drinking?"

The officer was taken by surprise at her calm observation. "We-well. We're going to check your blood for any alcohol content."

"Really? Are you now? Well, I can guarantee that you wont find anything, as you can see, if you took the time, the drinks before us are untouched." Oh yes, this was the part she actually liked about dealing with police. Tearing down their logic.

"And besides, since we're minors, why would we be given alcoholic beverages anyway?" Kashaku decided to throw her two cents in while she doodled on a napkin.

The young officer was confused and a bit frazzled at their logics. They had him caught with their undeniable logic, and there was nothing he could do about it. In truth, these two were running preverbal circles around him, some insults so veiled that he didn't even realize them as insults at all, or at least not until it was to late to comment on them.

From the back of the bar, a figure cloaked in darkness chuckled before motioning to the shadow next to him. They nodded and stood, before stepping into the light and revealing themselves.

The first to step into the 'cheerier' part of the bar was a young man of about 5'9" with long chestnut brown hair that was weaved into a braid, laughing cobalt blue eyes and a slim, yet muscular build that turned many a girl's head. He was wearing a pair of black pants, a pristine, white turtle neck sweater and a black leather jacket, none of which managed to hide his lean physique.

The other male was taller, standing up at around 6'3" with chocolate brown hair with the bangs swept to one side covering part of his face while the rest was cut short. It was an interesting style to say the least, but somehow he managed to pull it off with it making him look even more mysteriously handsome. From what you could see of his body, seeing as how he remained partially veiled in the shadows, he was wearing a pair of black pants, a black turtle neck sweater and a dark green jacket that brought out his swirling emerald eyes. He was a man shrouded in mystery, and judging by his toned body, he didn't have any problem turning a few heads of his own.

"You know, you really can't just go around arresting people. It simply isn't done!" Duo's voice was filled with mocking and a touch of thinly veiled dislike.

"Oh yeah, and just who do you think you are, crowding in on official police business!?!" The young man yelled angrily at the American while the chestnut haired boy ignored him in favor of looking over the golden angel.

Still staring at the vision of loveliness before him, Duo pulled out his badge and showed it to the police without sparing them a glance.

"Oh, please! You a preventor!?! What kind of moron do you take me for!?!" Before the young officer could say anything else, the older cop grabbed him by the back of his shirt and shook his head slowly. He knew better than to question anyone with a preventor badge. There was no way anyone could steal or forge a badge like that; it was impossible to do so, though many had tried. And coincidentally, all of those people were never heard from again, so you can just imagine how well it worked out.

Duo managed to pull his eyes away from Kin long enough to stare amusedly as the younger cop was virtually dragged out of the bar by his superior before turning back to her.

"The name's Duo Maxwell, and this silent guy over here's Trowa Barton. Pleasure to meet you lovely ladies!" He flashed them a boyish grin before continuing. "Anyway, we're here to offer you two a job with the preventors!"

Kin's eyes flashed with hope at the thought of working with the infamous preventors, but they quickly dimmed in realization. They couldn't possibly accept the generous offer, if they did then Ami would be killed, and they couldn't have that on their consciences. But wait... didn't Mizuna say something about their contracts being 'terminated' or something of the sort. Maybe there was hope yet.

Grabbing her cell phone off the table she motioned for the two preventors to wait a minute. "Hello?"

"Hi, Mi-chan, it's Kin. I was wondering... what was that about Ami? Did something happen?" She continued her onslaught of questions, her last one being, "So, we can join the preventors then? Oh, and what about Duo Maxwell and Trowa Barton, are they really preventors like this Heero guy?"

Here Duo sweatdropped at the claim. 'Sometimes it sucks to be a teenager...'

"They are, oka-" Kin scowled at the phone before yelling "WELL BYE TO YOU TOO!!!" into the receiver and slamming it back down on the counter top. After grumbling for a minute about Mizuna not bothering to say goodbye, she remembered the entire point behind the call.

"Hehe... sorry, I guess that I just spaced out there for a second." She rubbed the back of her head out of embarrassment and hoped that they didn't think her a moron.

Leiko: Okay, I know that this was only 9 pages long, and I'm sorry, but I can't think of anything else that could happen that wouldn't take up yet another 9 pages, and there is no way my friends are going to wait for me to type up another 9 pages, so just deal with it!

Kin: You tell them... yay, go...

Kashaku: Ran out of Pringles?

Kin: Ran out of Pringles.

Mizuna: Gee, don't you just hate it when that happens...?

Duo: Read and review!

Kin: Damn you, I bet you have Pringles, don't you!?!

Duo: Uh... you're kinda scaring me now...