A/N Hello again, Tiny here and I come bearing gifts of Natsuki and... Drum roll please... Shizuru goodness! I thought seeing as I'm still snowed in and can't get back to Uni I would write another chapter for you lovely people... and here it is.

Just to fully clear the air from confusion, Natsuki works for Searrs and because she is the granddaughter of the current Leader- she will take over once he kicks the bucket! Her most recent mission involves her having to infiltrate and work undercover within the First District to gain info which Searrs can use to destroy the First once and for all- whilst Natsuki kills Sergey, his heir Shizuru and captures Nina for Searrs. Now Sergey in his infinite wisdom has thrown a spanner into the works by telling Natsuki she has a half-sister who is Nina. I get the feeling he wants to save his own skin really!

A big thank you to all those who have read and reviewed and yes... I know... I don't own Mai-HiME. Why rub it in?

Enjoy and much love

Tiny xx

Chapter 3. Femme Fatale.

I have a sister? I've been sent to hurt... maybe even kill my own sister? No, I've never met her but... what the hell?

Natsuki could do nothing but stare into the piece of paper in her hands- hoping that somehow if she stared hard enough at the neat cursive print that suddenly the words would make sense. This changed things in so many ways that Natsuki couldn't get her head around.

It had been an hour and the agent had failed to move from her spot on the bed- her gaze fixed on a spot on the wall. She had figured that maybe she had spent too long already staring upon that spot- it failed to amuse her or occupy her thoughts now.

What do I do? What if I met her and liked her? I wouldn't be doing my duty to Searrs... shit Searrs! I'm next in line... then what was Alyssa? I shouldn't have read this, Yamada...no Sergey will pay for this. Why couldn't he just leave me alone and not complicate things. He's still responsible for mum's death and now he expects us to play happy families?

Natsuki could feel the anger rise from within her heart- she had never felt so helpless or vulnerable. She liked things to be clear and concise but this through everything off track... now she could literally feel herself split into pieces from within. Natsuki crumpled the letter, discarding it aside before stifling through her closet and pulling out the biker suit. She needed to get out of the apartment, despite it already being small for size- Natsuki could feel the walls boxing her in and she needed room to breathe. She needed a bar, any type of bar that sold a strong drink to a willing and paying customer. She undressed quickly and put on the red and black leather suit, grabbed her helmet and her keys before slamming the door behind her.

To be perfectly honest Natsuki had no idea where she was going but seemed to remember passing through the town of Fuuka hours before- hours ago she had a clear cut agenda and objective. However now her only objective was to forget the letters contents in strong drink. She found a bar called Rorschach which was dark, dingy and perfect for Natsuki to lose herself.

"Double vodka." Natsuki found her voice to be hoarse and just above a whisper as she spoke her order to the barman. "There's a word that usually comes after that... now why don't you order again and this time say please?"

"How about you get me my drink and shove the please where the sun don't shine?" Natsuki glared at the older man and her voice was laddered with such a warning that even in the dim light- Natsuki could see the man visibly pale. As he placed the tumbler on the counter, he trembled as he felt a pair of intense emerald eyes glare at him. "You know barmen are like glorified priests round here... you wanna confess I'm here to hear it."

"Thanks but it's really none of your business, not even alcohol could absolve me of my sins so what can religion do?" Natsuki downed the entire glass of vodka- motioning to the barkeep to keep them coming thick and fast. The barman observed the young girl in front of him, she was strikingly beautiful and yet he knew that the girl was one of those who probably ate men like him for breakfast. "I'll leave the bottle but you may wanna take it easy miss. It's easy to lose yourself in a bottle."

The man placed the bottle on the counter and walked away from the cobalt beauty in order to tend to some of the regulars that just walked in. The four men were loud, obnoxious and from the second they walked into the bar they had already managed to piss the girl off. One of them in particular had rubbed Natsuki the wrong way when he winked to her when placing an order "You know pretty girls like you shouldn't be drinking alone? Mind I join you?"

Without even waiting for an answer the man sat down beside Natsuki and shuffled closer. "Sure I don't mind... as long as you don't mind me hacking your balls off if you don't get away from me within the next ten seconds." Natsuki didn't know whether it was the alcohol in her system or the frustration over the contents of the letter that made her even more volatile... but she knew she wasn't in the mood. When the guy noticed that Natsuki was serious, he couldn't help but laugh and edge closer to her- giving her arm a stroke.

Bad idea Jackass- you really shouldn't have done that.

"One shot glass please barman. So beautiful care to tell me your name?" The man flashed Natsuki a beaming grin as he lent in even closer and even reached for the half empty bottle of vodka. However Natsuki grabbed the man's wrist before he could pull the bottle away from her.

"Here let me do it." Saying this Natsuki flashed one her most sincere smiles whilst moving her hand from the man's wrist to the neck of the bottle. However in one swift movement, Natsuki collided the glass bottle with the man's skull and left him bleeding on the floor whilst clutching his head. "If you couldn't tell I'm not interested!" Whilst Natsuki took a step back to marvel over her handiwork, she failed to notice the three rather well-built lackeys had moved from their booth and it wasn't until she looked at the barman whose eyes were clearly looking behind her in horror- the seriousness of her situation sunk in.

She knew that she had been in worse situations and she had also been in ones where she had been seconds away from death- however in 99% of those cases she had been armed and she had been sober. As Natsuki turned around ready to deliver a sturdy backhand, she found her attack blocked and the air escape her lungs as one of the goons punched her repeatedly in the rib whilst one held her arms. Natsuki could taste the blood as it filled up her mouth; however she grinned as she successfully managed to kick the main attacker in the groin and watched as he collapsed onto the floor next to his boss. After managing to lay a roundhouse kick onto another one of the men before head-butting the other- who was failing to restrain the young girl- Natsuki made a bid for freedom as she ran out of the bar. However all four men soon recovered and began the chase through the dark alleys and back streets of Fuuka- they were going to teach that insolent bitch a lesson that she wasn't going to forget in a hurry.

Natsuki knew she was in trouble and she could feel the burning sensation as the bitter cold air met her broken skin as she ran. She didn't come out looking for a fight and she knew that if the people at Searrs found out about tonight- there was a good chance of an ass kicking- another one of Miyu's techniques in trying to control Natsuki's anger issues.

Run Natsuki. Run as fast as you can. Shit... the bike! Natsuki growled as she remembered how she actually got to the bar in the first place and that was far behind her unlike the four men. Natsuki turned her head to see how far she was from the men as she turned into yet another alleyway. Three? Where's the other one?

Natsuki skidded to a halt as she found both the entrance and the exit completely blocked. "Got you surrounded beautiful- no way out now. You know my head is killing me and guess what? I'll be the one killing you. Ryu, Takao grab her arms and hold her steady- Seiji hold her legs- she has a strong kick no?" The man that Natsuki had hit chuckled as he thought of one of his strongest men being felled by one kick to the groin- making the grown man's eyes well up with tears. "Not funny Masayuki" The goon called Seiji sneered at his superior- it still hurt him to move after the blue haired woman kicked him.

Natsuki managed to punch one of the two men who took her arms, her punch was strong and sent the man flying however the other two were harder to fight off as they grabbed onto her arms. "Hold her still Seiji." Natsuki could feel her strength waning as she struggled against their hold, yet something in the man Masayuki's hand made Natsuki's heart beat faster... a silver revolver that reflected the moonlight. Suddenly a searing pain ran across Natsuki's forehead as the man brought the butt of the pistol onto her head. Natsuki struggled to keep her eyes open as she felt herself slipping from consciousness, just as the man was about to strike again a honey-coated voice swept through the air- stopping his next strike.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Natsuki turned to face the woman who elegantly made her way down to the group, her long tawny hair was blowing in the wind and Natsuki could barely make out the exquisite detail on the woman's violet kimono. "Is this any way to treat a lady Masayuki-san?" Natsuki frowned as she saw what appeared to be an amused smile on her face. Does she think we're playing a game or something? She knows his name?

"How do I know you?" Masayuki lowered his pistol and in a flash of purple the man was on the floor- struggling and gasping for breath as the woman applied pressure on the man's throat. "Shi...Shizuru Fu..." was all the man could muster before eventually his flailing arms went limp by his side. The other two couldn't believe their eyes and proceeded to release their hold on the azure-haired agent and she fell to the ground on all fours- her emerald eyes watched intently as the kimono-wearing woman delivered a perfect roundhouse kick. The kimono barely even hindered her graceful and elegant movements as with one sudden jerk, Natsuki could hear the sound of bones in the man's neck snap like a twig and he fell to the ground. Whilst the woman was tending to the one called Seiji, Natsuki saw out of the corner of her eye one of the men that she managed to shake off before this mysterious woman came and she also saw him take out a knife from his belt.

In an instant Natsuki felt all her strength replenish as she leapt to her feet, tackling the man to the ground and twisting the man's arm before she heard the satisfying sound of the bones in his arm breaking and the man's screams of intense pain. Natsuki grabbed the crown of the man's head before repeatedly smashing his head against the hard ground- only stopping once she was satisfied that he was either out cold or dead. She slowly stood back up, wincing as she felt the pain from her ribs as she caught her breath. It was becoming increasingly difficult to do so but Natsuki shrugged off the pain and instead turned to face the woman who was on the phone. Shit I left my helmet at the bar. Natsuki took a quick glance at the woman who was too engrossed in her phone call to even notice as Natsuki ran back in the direction of the bar.

"Marguerite-san, could you get in touch with Haruka-chan and get her to bring her clean-up squad to these co-ordinates please? I've made a bit of a mess... Ara I appreciate the concern but I'm fine... No just do as I've asked, there's no need to come over. Thank you." Shizuru took a deep breath as she examined the area, smiling as her job was done and done early. However she frowned as she failed to see the young dark haired woman anywhere. Where did she go? She ran out of the alleyway and smiled as she saw a flash of blue turn around the corner. She must be going back to that bar, I wonder why she's taking the long way though. Shizuru cut through another row of shops and took a left before coming out behind the bar.

She knew that the bar was a popular gathering place for the men of the First District- especially the ones who she had just killed- she had been on her way from yet another disastrous blind date and had seen a strikingly beautiful young woman in biker gear run from the bar. Shizuru also noticed the familiar group of four men chasing after her and recognised them as the men that had been causing problems for her by abusing their power. She had followed the group most of the way and saw them break up in order to surround the young girl who looked clearly worse for wear. She watched as one of the men was punched hard enough to go flying into the wall, causing the others to get rough with her and Shizuru could feel her blood boil as their leader smashed the girl's head with his pistol. Only then did she decide to intervene and kill two birds with one stone.

Shizuru smiled as she saw the younger girl come out of the bar again, this time with a helmet in her hand and walking towards the motorbike parked in the opposite direction from which the girl had ran whilst being chased. She's got a head injury, she's been drinking and she's seriously going to drive that thing? Is she insane or just stupid?

She saw the blue-haired beauty carefully straddle the bike seat, mild discomfort was etched on her face as she reached over to put the keys into the ignition and Shizuru felt now was the right time. "Ara, isn't it usually common courtesy to thank someone for saving your life?" Shizuru smiled as she noticed the young woman hesitate before putting on her helmet. "Did I ask you to save me? I had it under control."

Even though she said it with such conviction, Natsuki wasn't even sure if she truly believed what she had said to the woman. Only now they were in a better lit area did Natsuki see the full features on the face of her savior- one that Natsuki noticed was the permanent smile etched across the woman's face... and Natsuki found it to be slightly irritating. "I'm sure you did and I sincerely apologise for my interference. However I cannot out of good conscience let you drive back to your home in your current condition."

Is she serious? My current condition? "I'm fine alright so you can drop the Good Samaritan act ok? Thanks for helping... I guess." Natsuki frowned as she saw the smile drop from the woman's face and saw just how serious the woman was.

"Please, your head is bleeding and you can barely sit up straight... please come back with me to my place and we can get you looked at..." Shizuru was unaccustomed to begging however she was desperate for the girl to drop the stubborn act and let Shizuru help her. Natsuki interrupted the woman with a scoff and a laugh as she put on her helmet "Wow, look I appreciate the help but if you think I'm going to come back to yours so you can hit on me some more... you've got another thing coming lady." And with that Natsuki sped off on the motorbike leaving a stunned Shizuru in her wake.

She thought I was hitting on her? How inconsiderate. Shizuru couldn't help but feel rattled with the girl's dismissal of her help, she could feel the anger rising from within her and yet she couldn't shake of the feeling of worry for the well being of the young girl. Shizuru stopped in the street, closed her eyes and mentally came to the decision to go after her. I don't know why and I don't know how but I'm going to find her. Shizuru immediately opened her eyes and ran to her Ferrari- making a hasty get away in order to find the girl and out her own mind at rest.

Natsuki hadn't taken the exit leading onto the road back to her apartment and instead decided to take a more scenic route across the coastline. Despite feeling physically exhausted and in pain, Natsuki found the apartment to be one of the last places she wanted to be at the moment and took the opportunity to find solace in solitude. Throughout the entire drive Natsuki's thoughts were occupied with flashbacks to the scene's she witnessed little over 10 minutes ago. The way that woman had fought made Natsuki feel uneasy and suspicious. Obviously this is First District Headquarters right? I bet hundreds of people living here know of someone working for those dogs... I bet she works for them as well. She saved me... without knowing who I was.

As Natsuki turned the bend she noticed some fast approaching headlights from some sort of sports car. Natsuki cursed under her breath as she accelerated- she could hear the roar of the car's engine above her bike's. Suddenly an image of cliffs and a car plunging into the depths below flashed in Natsuki's head- a memory which she had so desperately tried to repress and forget. This... this is where... Mother.

Natsuki felt her body go weak, yet the car behind her was coming up fast from behind her and Natsuki felt the nerves kick in as she once again urged her baby to squeeze every bit of horsepower it held. As Natsuki took a quick glance over her shoulder to see the car ease off a bit, she failed to notice the all so sudden right turn quickly enough and so, with all her might, squeezed the brake. This in turn caused the bike to skid, throwing its driver into a roll before both bike and rider slammed into the side of the cliff. Natsuki struggled to move her broken body, feeling her eyelids close and her body go cold. Before she slipped into unconsciousness she watched as the Ferrari skidded to a halt... and a familiar looking brown haired, purple kimono wearing woman run towards her. The last thing Natsuki saw before were the stunning crimson eyes- completely illuminated by the flames.

Mother... wait for me.

Bonus A/N:

Has anyone noticed some sort of trend in the chapter titles? A big "WELL DONE" for anyone who has.