Thoughts: Kiss or Kill
Disclaimer: If Mai-HiME was mine…Well it's a secret! -winks-
This story will feature a small omake at the end of the chapter for you all. I find the reviews very encouraging, thank you.
Couple minutes after Natsuki was done reading the file, she started eating her snack. It tasted bland and bitter, but it was the only thing available in the room. Deciding not to eat the blasted thing anymore, she stood up to throw the wretched thing into the wastebasket but stopped when she saw a young officer walk up to her.
The young cadet, like all cadets or regular officers, wore a simple black cap and bore a simple grey military uniform. The soldier saluted to his superior.
"Agent Duran, Commander Sakomizu has requested for you to be ready. All equipment has been sent to your room."
"Very well." The elite agent whispered a quick word of thanks and proceeded to her room, which was located on the lowest floor of Searrs.
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Room 225….Natsuki walked down the Residential Area looking for her room number. Finding it, she placed her thumb onto the identification pad located to the right of the door.
"Kuga Natsuki."
"Identification confirmed. Welcome back Elite Kuga," the computerized voice responded to the owner of the room.
The door slid open. Walking in, the lights of the room automatically turned on, revealing a rather futuristic and spacious place. Consisting of silver walls made of metal, her study laid on the left side of the room, making her bed and entertainment center on the right. Directly across from her door was her own private bathroom—loaded with a Jacuzzi.
The center of the room was indented in a shape of a circle. The indented area was a machine. When an item was to be received, the doors of the machine would slide open and a platform would be lifted with the said article. It was the futuristic 'dumbwaiter'. All rooms were equipped with the machine, and residents would often call for their dinner to be transported to them that way.
Natsuki's eyes fell upon a black briefcase that was lying in the center of the room. Picking it up, she motioned to her study to set the briefcase on her desk. From the vibrations, her holographic computer monitor flickered to life before fading away once again.
The agent sat down on her chair and flipped open the briefcase.
Its contents consisted of an aqua translucent watch, a pair of orange-brown colored contacts, a dark blue cell-phone, a sky blue hooded sweater, a pair of khaki pants, a fake ID & passport, and a note explaining the purpose of each item. Natsuki skimmed over the note, replaced her old cell-phone and watch with the new ones, grabbed the box of contacts and clothing, and went to the bathroom to put them on.
With her new attire and contacts on, the Lone Wolf made her way to the hangar entrance.
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There, her personal pilot, Okuzaki Akira, greeted her. Okuzaki Akira, alias 'Ninja', became an astounding officer and pilot at the age of thirteen and had been Natsuki's partner for some years. Dressed in a neatly pressed black military uniform, her face was stern.
"It's been a couple hours since the incident. In order to catch up with time we'll use the Artemis Jet. The vehicle is not comfortable, but it will only take three hours to get to Switzerland with this." Akira guided her to the plane.
Natsuki looked at the golden jet plane before her and gave a very small frown, unnoticeable to her pilot. "Where is the rest of the luggage?"
Noting Natsuki's concerns, Akira replied, "The subject's belongings are being shipped on the original plane. Documents have been altered, so you could freely claim them at the airport."
"Understood." Elite Kuga climbed up to the jet and parked herself in the second seat. "I'll be resting during the journey. Wake me up when we get there."
Akira gave a quick nod, climbed to the first seat of the plane, and started the engine.
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7:00AM, Switzerland International Airport.
Akira turned her head and noticed her superior was still dozing off. She decided to shake her a bit to wake her up, but before her hand could even touch her, Natsuki's eyes opened immediately. Her right hand instinctively knocked away Akira's, proceeding to reach her throat. The pilot batted away the hand with her other. She glared at Natsuki.
"Baka. Wake up, we're here."
Still in her combat mode, she yawned, grumbled a bit, and returned the gaze.
"Haven't I told you not to wake me up like that?"
"You could never harm me." The statement was right. During their sparring sessions, she had always lost to Akira. But then again, everyone lost to Akira.
Not replying, the agent hopped off the jet and suddenly felt energized from the cool, welcoming breeze. Taking her right hand, she combed through her silky blue hair.
"Good luck," Akira said, looking at her with a small smile.
Turning around with her back facing her companion, she waved and walked into the Check-in station.
'Cool as always,' Akira thought.
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Entering the corridor, Natsuki saw many families walking about. All of them looked happy. Family, huh? I'll have one too…soon—a fake one that is. At the end of the corridor, she looked up and noticed the sign that read 'Terminal 13'.
Walking into the 'Baggage Claim' area, Natsuki pondered about how she would gather Nina Wang's belongings. Her questions were soon answered when one of the airport workers came up to her.
"Nina Wang, I presume? Your luggage has been received. Your escort is waiting for you outside of Customs," the Swedish man spoke politely to her in Japanese.
She mumbled thanks in Swedish and made her way to Customs.
After making a swift pass through Customs, she searched for the said escort. She unknowingly passed by a woman who had been calling her name.
"Nina-oujo-sama?" A woman's soft voice called out to Natsuki, but she was oblivious to it.
Seeing that calling her had no effect, the pink haired lady followed Natsuki quietly and decided to gently tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention. Sensing someone was following her, Natsuki immediately turned around and was about to knee her stalker where it hurt, until she was interrupted by the soft voice she had ignored recently.
"Nina-oujo-sama?" The woman looked at her questioningly.
Natsuki looked at the woman in front of her. She looked a little over thirty with pink curls and adorned a white and pink business suit. "Yes…I believe you are my escort?" The agent raised an eyebrow suspiciously. Another Japanese speaker…
The woman gave a small smile. "Yes, my Lady, please call me Fumi. I serve the Viola family. Your luggage is in the car. Please allow me to escort you back to the manor." Fumi finished with a small bow.
Reaching the outer vicinity of the airport, Natsuki was shown to an expensive, silver four-doored BMW.
"I'm very sorry Nina-oujo-sama, but limousines do not fit well in crowded places like these. Please endure the discomfort and humble yourself to this vehicle for now."
"This is fine," Perhaps I should act less stiff. "Please drop the 'oujo' and call me Nina," the disguised soldier said, while giving Fumi a very small and awkward smile.
"Very well Nina-sama."
Fumi gave another polite smile and helped Natsuki open the door to the BMW. Inside, the driver greeted Natsuki politely. While our heroine was buckling up in the backseats, the driver looked at Fumi. Fumi looked at Natsuki. Then, feeling eyes were upon her, Natsuki looked up and stared at Fumi for a bit before revelation hit her. Slightly blushing, she gave a nod signaling the driver to go.
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Omake:
At the landing…
Akira: Good luck, bastard.
Natsuki: -turns around- What was that? I'll have you know that bastards are sons without fathers! Do I look like a bastard to you?!
Akira: -blinks- Oi, you're supposed to be stupid in some areas in this story, Kuga.
Shizuru: -Appears out of nowhere- Ara, Natsuki, I'm afraid you might have to strip for us to know for sure. Now blush for me Natsuki!
A few seconds passes...
-Brain finally registering the comment, Natsuki blushes feverishly from head to toe.-
Author: Anou…we're going to have to cut this scene out…and Shizuru-san, you're not supposed to appear—OMG someone get some tissues for Shizuru-san's nose!
A/N: So many inventions from Searrs! I hope my descriptions were not too boring.
Layout of the rankings from lowest to highest in the First District Sector:
1. Office workers
2. Cadets and privates. (They're your normal guards and armed forces.)
3. Doctors, intelligence workers, and drivers/pilots. (People in this group may have multiple jobs besides this one.)
4. Specialists (Work in small groups on missions.)
5. Elites (Are skilled enough to work by themselves. Natsuki is an Elite. Most of them also have codenames. They also have their own rooms, offices, and driver/pilot.)
6. Commanders (They supervise the work inside FDS and take orders from the Directors or leading council members of the Searrs Foundation.)
As for Nina, when her hair is not tied up, she does look a lot like Natsuki.