AN: FINALLY!! I know, I know. I took so long to update it.. But with summer band and then school starting right after it...I didn't really have enough time. But here...if anyone cares to read it... ^_^'
CHAPTER 1: Next Target
"Breaking news. The wealthy business owner Mr. Kenichi Futaki was found burned to death in his office this morning. More information will be given at a later time when we know more about this tragic event."
A crystal glass was dropped somewhere in the huge three-story mansion. Shuffling feet were heard running towards the nearest phone.
"Hello, I'd like to hire two of your best bodyguards. Actually, I want your top two bodyguards."
"Sir, you are aware that you are asking for people the best bodyguards in the world?"
"Yes."
"Even one is very pricy--"
"I don't care...Give me both of them and start today. Name any price you want."
There was a long pause before a different voice came on the line.
"Please state your name."
"Tsukishiro Kuromeru."
"They will be at your office at precisely nine this morning."
"I want them at my house right now!!"
"But sir--"
"No!! They better be here in one hour or the deal is off.
"Y-Yes, sir."
After the woman hung up the phone, a young man stepped up from behind the corner.
"He wouldn't have cut the deal even if we never showed up today. He's one of the best at his business and he wants the best of everything else. He won't take 'no' for an answer."
The woman nodded silently in agreement.
"But he won't have to worry about tardiness, will he?" an older looking man asked the younger one.
"No, Sir."
***
"Is this a fucking joke?!" Kuromeru asked, just finding out how young his two bodyguards were. "YOU two are the world's top bodyguards?!"
Their silence answered his question for him.
"Well then. You two have to be at my side at all times. I know all your rules to being a bodyguard. So just follow them correctly, with extra protection, and everything will run smoothly. I don't know how long I'll need you, so I'll just pay your agency weekly. Do you agree with everything?"
"Mission accepted."
***
"Ladies, let me congratulate you on a job well done. Now, your final mission from me has just become harder than I originally planned. His name is Tsukishiro Kuromeru. He is the leading business owner in the world, but, after hearing of Mr. Futaki's 'mysterious' death, he decided to be a smart-ass. He hired Heero Yuy and Trowa Barton. Good luck ladies."
The shadowed face on the screen disappeared and the package, which had been sent, was being opened.
"Heero Yuy and Trowa Barton. I think I've heard of them before," Ami said.
"Well, I have NO clue who they are," the second girl, Usagi said. "Let's see what's in here."
Inside the heavy box were statistics and a detailed report about Kuromeru's private life, business, and other little tidbits, starting at what time he was born, where, when, the name of his parents, etc. There was also his family tree, dating back about 50 years. His criminal records and copies of his diplomas, birth certificate, and other important documents were all found there.
"Phew. Boss sure is nice to us, giving us all this information," Usagi whistled.
"Yes, but most of this is about Kuromeru. And," Ami said while pulling out a single sheet of paper, "this is what he found for Heero and Trowa."
"That's it?! One paper for the two of them?! Is he expecting us to research for ourselves?!" Usagi cried.
"Hmm.. it says here that their real names are as follows: Heero is actually Odin Lowe Jr. and Trowa is Triton Bloom. It doesn't know a picture of either of them. Let's see. Heero has Prussian blue eyes and--"
"Prussian? What kid of a color is that? I've never heard of Prussian blue!"
"And brown hair. Trowa has green eyes and brown hair also."
"Oh, that's VERY descriptive," Usagi said sarcastically.
"Heero's nickname is the 'Perfect Soldier' and Trowa's is 'The Silencer.'"
"What kind of nicknames are those?"
"They must be good. Look, it says here that these two are the best bodyguards in the world."
" 'The Best,' huh? Isn't your curiosity just killing you right now?"
"What are you thinking now, Usagi?" Ami asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Hmm.. Let me see what our guy does," Usagi said, grabbing some papers. "He owns a bunch of stuff. Uh...oh look!! He owns his own modeling company! Oh yes!!"
"All right. It's just a modeling company, Usagi. No need to get over excited about it."
"No, no, no!! I heard on the news a few days ago that Kuromeru was going to hold this modeling search for new models. And since I really don't feel like READING about him, why don't we just go check out the model search?"
"You don't really mean it, do you, Usagi?"
"Of course I mean it!! Oh please, please, PLEASE, Ami? Can we go? And anyway, I ALSO heard he was going to be there, IN PERSON!! It would be so much fun!!"
"Well....All right. I suppose we haven't had any really fun for a while, so, why not?" Ami said, finally giving in.
"Thank you, thank you, Ami!!"
"Okay.. Your welcome," Ami giggled at her excited friend.
***
There were many pretty young ladies at the model search. The building was crowded with women wearing their most revealing outfits.
"I can't believe we're doing this," Ami moaned, looking at everyone else.
"Don't complain. We WILL have fun, whether you like it or not!!" Usagi said, practically dragging her friend towards the sign-up table.
"Hi, we're here for the modeling search."
"Hello, I just need you to answer a few questions and you will be able to try out. And if you don't make it this time around, you can always attend other searches without filling out an information sheet since we send out all the data on you IF you request it. This should only take a few minutes of you time. And please return your completed paper to that end table at the right of you. Once there, you will receive a name tag and will proceed to that back room over there at the far left corner for your try-out and interview."
Usagi and Ami stared at the young man who just explained what to do.
"Do you really HAVE to say this to EVERYONE who enters this thing?" Usagi asked, awed at what a boring job he had.
"Well...yes.."
"But why the hell would someone want to do that?!....Oh...NOW I know. He probably does it just to see all the girls, don't you?" Usagi said, smiling evilly.
"Um.." the man gulped and began to turn red.
"Usagi, don't tease people like that. I'm sorry, but she's always like this. Always joking. Come on Usagi, unless you want to be one of the last."
"Okay. Well, nice meeting you..um..." Usagi paused, looking at the guy's nametag. "Nice to meet you Torihiko. Hey, maybe I'll see you later!"
Usagi winked at the already red Tori and left to fill out the information sheet with Ami.
***
Tsukishiro Kuromeru watched the 'little girls,' as he called them, as they posed for the photographer.
'They're too young. And even if they were older, they still act like small, star-struck schoolgirls. All of them. How will they ever be the kind of models I'm looking for? Every year. It happens every single fucking year. I always have to go with these kinds of girls. Why can't I have a model that is mature about his business?'
"Look at them. Their giggling is annoying me so much, someone's going to have to hold me down before I kill them all," Kuromeru growled.
His two bodyguards weren't surprised by what their temporary boss had just said. They had already done their reading and knew about his illegal drug deals, his whore houses, and his business concerning the black market. They already knew about his total hatred towards immature, bickering young women. They also knew the reason for this mentality of his.
When he was younger, his parents died from a drug overdose. His older sister was left to take care of him. She did for a while, but she was also addicted to heroin, so her 'care' was really abusive nights when she came home from her 'job.' She sold crack to the idiots who were too addicted and couldn't get enough. She emptied out many pockets of all types of people.
Every night, she would bring home a different 'friend' and told Tsukishiro that she was just going to show her new friend her bedroom. All of them were male. It sickened him that his sister, Shira, didn't care what age her bedroom friends were. Starting at 14 to who knows how old, she always managed to have one on her every night.
"Next!" Kuromeru said angrily, making the barely covered girls start to cry.
"GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!"
They heard his voice from the other side of the door, which led to the try-outs. Two crying girls were hustled out and two more went in.
"It seems that our little buddy wasn't pleased with those two," Usagi chuckled.
"Well, we're next, so...."
"It's time to put our game-face on."
"NEXT!!!"
"Ready?"
"Let's go."
AN: Don't know what to say about this first chapter... Um...and if you all DO like it, just hope that I'll have enough time to write more...