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Chapter 1

Proposition

Her braid bounced behind her as she walked, her heels hitting it every so often. Oh, Naru was dead. She couldn't begin to believe he had gone ahead and disobeyed her orders in the last fight. She need to break something, and that would be the mans neck!

"Hikomashi Naru!" she snarled, ripping back the flap of the tent the lieutenant currently occupied. "If I ever find out why you went against my orders, oh, something will be broken! Ribs! And they'll be yours!" she stalked over to the cot the black haired man laid on and yanked him up by his collar. "You just don't like listening to me because I am a woman, correct, Herr? Or is it you think you'd be better suited for the job?"

"Both, Colonel Mokushi," Naru grinned evilly. "War is a mans work, women are supposed to sit, obey, and please."

"Your old fashioned, ya know that, Hikomashi?" she threw him down onto the cot as hard as she could before turning back to the exit. "Its not the 19th century, its 195 A.C., and that means anything can happen." With that, the young woman stalked away to her own tent. Before she entered, she looked around at the oh-so-many tents of her comrade's. There was about eight thousand men in all, leaving her the only woman, besides the nurses, in the camp. That meant four thousand tents, plus eighty large for the nurses to care for their patients. She counted her tent in, making it four thousand, eighty-one. How much is this going to cost us? she thought, head tilted. Twenty grand or more is obvious when adding in all the supplies. Plus the tarps to hide the dolls. Man... she leaned her head back, sighing deeply. If I don't keep track of the budget, Treize'll have my hide...

-Flash Fore ward to 198 A.C.-

After the Mariemaia incident, she had returned to being a street rat of L-2, living off a minimum-wage job at a small grocery store. It was enough to help her scrape by and keep her apartment that she shared with three friends, which was rubbish as well. All it had was a kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom with a queen sized bed, and a living room with a couch, a bookcase, a stereo, and a TV, the couch being her bed, shared with one of her friends.

Nothing hid the scars on her face like her hair. The bangs had been dyed blue, leaving the rest to be a light sandy color pulled back into an ankle-length braid. Her bangs also served the purpose of hiding her eyes. The right was a bright violet, the left a silver-blue. Most people would find this weird, like Lucrezia Noin, but others, like Zechs Marquise and Treize Kushrenada, would find it extremely interesting.

Like most eighteen year old girls on L-2, former Colonel Mokushi Kudo was small, but smaller than most. She was about 156cm and 34kg, while a lot of others were around 165cm and 43kg. But she had, unlike the other females on L-2, served in the war.

Today was like any other day on L-2 and Mokushi followed her daily ritual without breaking it by a millisecond, up until she reached the pond in the park. This day, she stared at her reflection, hood of her jacket down to let her hair fall down her back in its usual braid. She stared at her scars with little enthusiasm in her eyes. The only scars she could see were on her face, the ones on her neck hidden by the black turtleneck, the ones on her arms and hands hidden by gloves and her sleeves. On the left side of her face were two vertical pink marks with on going through them horizontally and ending just a centimeter before reaching her eye and leading down into her sweater. Another vertical mark was across the bridge of her nose and on her right cheek were two horizontal lines, running into her sweater like the other. She ran shaking fingers over the one on the bridge of her nose before turning away from the pond and running off to her apartment building.

Once at her door, she stopped, bending over and placing hands on her knee's so she could catch her breath.

"Ex-Colonel Mokushi Kudo, I believe?" with that voice, she jumped, ripping out the gun she always held in the inside pocket of her jacket and pointing it at the owner of the cool, amused voice. "It has been three years, has it not?" she dropped the gun, staring up at the blond haired man. A smile crossed her scared face as she took in his features. Zechs Marquise wore a black suit with a blue dress shirt and black tie underneath, black shoes, and sunglasses to hide his ever icy blue eyes.

"And what brings the great Lightning Count to my neck of the.." Mokushi paused, thinking. "My neck of the woods?" she had a feeling she wouldn't like the answer, but went ahead anyways.

"Allow me to explain after we get inside from the cold weather, if you don't mind," he motioned for the apartment door, a smirk on his face.

"Oh.. okay," she bent over, picking up her gun and placing it in her jacket pocket before searching for her keys and opening the door. "Just take off your shoes, okay?" she instructed over her shoulder, feet easily slipping from the old tennis shoes. "Amun should be in the kitchen..." a frown formed on her face before she looked to the man behind her. "Tea? I'm sure he can set out another cup for you. Its no inconvenience at all, I'm sure," she smiled and swiftly made her way into the said room.

"Yes, tea would be nice," Zechs said, following the girl as he removed his glasses.

"Hey, J-man?" Mokushi smiled softly, standing behind a boy with mid-back midnight hair, chocolate eyes, and caramel skin, her arms around his waist. He was about 175cm tall, much taller than she.

"Hm?" he looked over his shoulder,eyes never turning to Zechs. "Extra cup for your friend?"

"Hai, hikari," she gave the boy a peck on the cheek before releasing him so he could return to fixing the tea and his sandwich. But before he did so, he turned to face the blond man, a wide smile set on his smooth face.

"My name is Amun Clara," he held out his hand and Zechs quickly took it.

Once they let go, Mokushi spoke up, "Where are Lucas and Fallon? Or are they not home from work yet?" her hands were on her hips as she frowned again.

"They went to visit Lucas' parents. Ms. Devlin said that they had been itching to meet Ms. Blair for the longest time," Amun chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Its just us until the 21st of December and then they'll be back," he looked towards the small pot of water on the stove, making sure the water was boiling. "And Takahashi called again about the car. She's willing to sell it to you for five instead of seven. Richard called about the explosion down in Tokyo yesterday and said that he and Mihoshi were alright. So did Vivi and John, but they just asked if you had heard anything about it."

"Four of my co-workers brothers died in the explosion. They were working down there when it happened," Zechs said, frowning. "They were really nice kids when it came down to it, and Kage was only fifteen. Poor kid. Noah and Tori took it hard when they heard about it."

"Ya know, that's the most I ever heard you say, even during the war," the Japanese girl laughed softly into her still gloved hand before turning serious. "Now, old friend, why are you here?"

"Une," he stated simply. "She wants you to join the Preventers."

A/N: Next chapter coming... later! My muses are currently jabbering away, leaving me with nothing to do but listen... ( And type away at this... Oh well...

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