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GOOOOOOOOOOOOOIS! (^w^)/ how ya gois been? :3

EHEM, cut the greetings...well...for the past few days i've been writing like crazy from this to Hetalia, to DC to Pokemon and thisandthatandthatanthis shiznits. AND, i've been crazily refreshing my account in case of updated stories. URGH, this life is haaaaaaaard. BUT, I don't regret it, especially when I get reviews from you guys saying what a good job i've done (CRIESHAPPILYANDSWIMSINTEARS). This is kinda short, not according to plan URGH, but I might update soon cause after I upload this, I'm writing again. :) MARK MY WORDS!

Just so you guys know, I SUCK terribly at writing action scenes. T_T and if you've watched The Three Musketeers (2011 version), yeah...and yeah...

PRAY THAT I MIGHT GET BETTER AT WRITING THIS. Oh and don't worry, it'll be a few chapters until they recruit her, till then, ENJOY~

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN KHR! THEY ARE AKIRA AMANO-SAMA'S!

ze plot and OC are MOINE! :3


"Shit…" Mikaela muttered under her breathe, hand trying to wipe away any prince cooties from her mole. After her little fiasco at the dance, she walked straightaway angrily from the Varia prince regretting her decision of dancing with him and swearing as she fled the scene.

You have a cute mole there Pauper. His voice rung in her head.

She twitched and applied force to wiping, not giving a damn to the stares given to her by the hotel personnel.

"Shit, Shit, Shit!" she was really pissed off and she needed something or someone to vent it onto. Groaning, she knew that she had to accomplish her plan just to vent it all out on. Walking down the carpeted floor, Mikaela slowly slid out of the 3-inch heels she was wearing and tossed them to the side, they were no benefit to her whatsoever. She tightened her ponytail and anticipated for the upcoming action that was coming her way.

She found herself staring at a dead end, or so they think it is.

"Hey you! Signorina!" came a voice behind her, followed by a few more footsteps. She turned to them putting her most innocent face on.

"Yes?" she asked sweetly, too sweetly to her disgust.

"This place is off limits, I'm afraid you'll have to leave…" a dark skinned man said.

"Oh Thank Heavens! S-some goons, they took my s-shoes! A-And…I-I…I"

"It's alright Signorina, we'll escort you back." a lightly tanned man said.

"I'm going to faint…" she faked her fall before the lightly tanned's twin caught her.

"Oh, gracias gaurdias! Gracias…"

Mikaela thanked that she was away from the hall where she wouldn't have to put up with puny mafiosos, and for the hired musicians who decided to play Canon by Pachelbel.

She sneakily took a small knife from her thigh and stabbed his chest a couple of times, the three began to alarm and started to shoot but she used his body as a shield. Once the gun shot had died down, she took her chance, dumped his body to the side and lunged at the dark skinned man legs straddled on his shoulders. She smirked at his hazel gaze before using her body's weight to drag him down before she took out a gun and shot one guy in the head, and then threw it towards the tanned man's twin. The dark skinned man stood up and tackled her, but Mikaela was faster; she ducked his punch and sweep kicked him losing his balance then she took a small marble and inserted it into his mouth. She turned her attention to the other twin, he was wounded at first, but tried to regain his eyesight only to be kicked by Mikaela once, then twice as her other foot swung down his head. He tried to stand, only to have his head pinned down by a knife from Mikaela leaving him dead.

Three down, and one big hulky black guy on the way. She thought as she walked towards her remaining prey just as the song ended from behind.

The said man was kneeling down, arms trying to steadying him as he sweated at a face pace. She knelt down before him and took his face to look into his. He so much wanted to spit at her face, but found it impossible as he felt something burn down his throat.

"Don't move, you only have a few minutes left…"

His eyes widened at her statement, cold emerald eyes looking at his hazel ones.

"Wha-?"

"Trisulfuric Manganese, I inserted it in your mouth a moment ago remember? It resembled a little marble? It's one of my babies, well…poisons but anyway…this poison allows the person who took it to tell the truth and nothing but the truth and the person can't even control his mind anymore. Cool right?"

"E-Erkk, Y-you're not gonna get away with this!"

"Oh, but I just did Julio…" she grinned at him, pinching his cheek.

"How-"

"Save the talk for later…now, Where. Is. .HE?" her sweet soft voice became monotonously dangerous as she grabbed him by the collar eyes glaring down at his, her eyes resembled a bloodthirsty beast ready to charge in and kill any minute.

Of course, because he had no control of his mind right now his lips moved and he tried to cover them before she stomped on it.

"Ah- remember, the truth~ you were saying?"

"B-Beyond this wall…it leads to one of the private rooms he got, but you can't get in without getting through the scanner,"

"How many men are beyond that wall?"

"P-Probably…none, since most of the guards are with the boss; some are with young Boris and the rest are out there celebrating."

"Hm…so how do I get in?"

"Just stand there and wait until a blue light appears state your familgia and you will be allowed in. It won't detect whether you may be family or not, nor will it alarm any one…Urgh…"

Mikaela stood back and watched as he began coughing blood. She sneered and refuse to acknowledge him as someone she used to know, she made it clear years ago that they'd all pay, The Lambardi familgia. She had cut their ties for good. The less familiarity she had with the wretched family, the easier it was to terminate them all. She pointed the gun at him; eyes filled with nothing but blood filled hatred. And though it was impossible, he thought he actually saw her eyes shift from emerald to blood red.

"Oh, I forgot to mention about the side effects of the poison…Once it liquefies, it spreads throughout the body engulfing itself with your blood until your body couldn't take it, thus, your coughs…"

"W-Who are you?"

Kneeling so they were on level with each other, her gun pressed to his forehead.

"It's little Mikay Julio, Mikaela Bartolomio." she whispered.

Hazel eyes widened in shock and his mouth gaped, before she immediately pulled the trigger. Big hulky body falling to the ground as it joined the rest of the mess she created. As she walked towards the scanner an unwanted memory came to mind.


Flowers, that came in a variety of colors and sizes that appealed to the eye. Sweet fragrance, it seemed to soothe the mind and soul and attract the simplest of butterflies and wandering souls. Two little red heads sparred with one another using rattan sticks they found on the way here. The pony tail haired girl seemed to be winning against a straw hat boy, at the last minute a big hulky man stops her.

He smacks them both lightly on the head, reprimanding them for taking his weapons again. The girl stuck out her tongue, and the boy giggles. He sighs in defeat and tells them to sit down and watch as he performs the right way of handling rattan sticks, they quickly nod their little heads and sits down. The way he moves was graceful and rough, like the wind. His moves were all but complicated, but still, the two red heads were awed and astounded with his performance. And as he finishes, both the kids applauded.

"Cool!" the boy exclaims.

"You're amazing Julio!" the girl hops off her seat and bounces towards him, tugging his arm.

"Neh, Neh, teach me Julio? Please? PLEASE!"

He chuckles and kneels down to shuffle her hair.

"I'll have to ask your Papa's permission first Mikay okay?"


Shaking her head from unwanted memories, she stopped and waited for the blue light. Popping as a dot on a wall, it spread and began scanning her up and down then vanished.

Familgia?

"Floris familgia." she prayed that she got it to say it right.

A few beeping sounds were heard until the wall lifted slowly, she whistled in fascination of modern technology. He was right about the place, with its long hallways and numerous doors; the coast was clear, too clear.

Taking a deep breath she walked forward, being cautious of her surroundings for she never knows what she'll be up for. Thank God she had the audacity to take off those god ridden heels, for if she still had them on, taking those guys out would make her look bad and she didn't want her assassination image to go bad. Aside from hunter boots, she felt better and more manageable when she was bare footed; she moved, evaded, attacked and ran faster when she did. Even though she had to deal with rocky roads, broken glasses and such then she'd have to deal with them later on. Nope, whether she was bare footed or in hunter boots, either one of them suited her just fine.

Back to the matter at hand, right before her stood a big red door with a sign that read 'Michealli Lambardi'.

This is it…Mikaela thought.

Gloved hands reached for the golden handle when someone knocked her out from behind, dropping her clutch and hitting the red wood before falling unconsciously to the ground.

Wha-? I thought no one was beyond the wall? She turned to her attacker only to be hit roughly on the head, darkness starting to engulf her.

She tried to stay conscious, but her eyes failed her, right before her very eyes stood Boris smirking at her lecherously with a peace sign. And right before she was completely unconscious, she saw a pair of expensive shoes heading towards her direction, she didn't have time to check who it was because she already knew. She always knew.

He was saying something to Boris, congratulating him for capturing her before she was completely out.

Damn…it…