KON'NICHIWA!

Dono yo ni anata-tachiwa nanidesu ka? Nenrei ni koshin sa renai tame ni hontoni gomen'nasai. Kore wa nihongodeari, shansu wa anata no dore mo kore o rikai shimasen nanode, watashi wa kore ga mijikai okou.

*Menseki jiko jikan*

Watashi wa, kyaputen coughdrop wa, wakai seigi o shoyu shite inai.

SUTORI TO-JO!

Jaime decided he really truly hated Byron.

Because really, who in their right mind sends a teenager to infiltrate a crime lords hang out in order to steal-wait for it-a kid. Yes. A kid. According to what little info Byron was willing to share, this kid, Marie Ann Rosette, was six years old and this crime lord's granddaughter. She apparently lived with her parents-whom Jaime had taken out the day before-and would be now staying with her grandfather. So Jaime was sent in with nothing more than a photo and a death threat.

And honestly, what kind of sick mind just sees a little girl as an object to bargain with anyway?

It was no trouble sneaking past the guards and climbing through a window to get to the girl. That was cake. But now Jaime was faced with a dilemma-how to get her out? What if she screamed? Jaime considered his chances of taking her without getting caught? Or shot? Or caught and shot?

Those guard's AK-47's did look fierce…

We could take them, Growled an annoyed scarab. Stop underestimating our armor!

"Callate, insecto," muttered Jaime, before putting a hand over the girls mouth and waking her with a shake. Her big green eyes snapped open.

"Oooo aahooo?" She asked, muffled by Jaime's hand. She didn't seem scared. Just curious.

You'll never get any useful intel out of her if you keep your hand there.

Jaime took his hand away. "Que? What?"

"Who are you?" The little girl asked, hopping out of bed in Winnie the poo pyjamas. She looked expectantly up at him.

"Fingersmith."

"Oh. That's cool. If I were a bad guy I'd call myself the Silver Star," she told him. He blinked. "But I don't want to be a bad guy, I want to be a super hero, just like Wonder Girl!"

"Wonder Girl?" Jaime asked, confused. His knowledge on super heroes was limited.

"I call her Wonder," said Marie Ann. Jaime frowned. Did this hero exist or was she just a figment of the kid's imagination?

She's real, scarab informed him. Wonder Woman's sidekick. Joined the league-

"Ok, ok," muttered Jaime. "I get it."

"Who are you talking to?" Marie Ann asked.

"Myself," Jaime answered shortly. "C'mon, we're leaving."

"Ok, but can I get dressed first?" She asked, as if Jaime had just said 'hey, you wanna get an ice cream?'

"Uh, sure," Jaime said unsurely. His only experience of little kid care was Milagro, and seeing as he'd never tried to kidnap her, he wasn't entirely sure what to do in this situation. "I'll wait outside, shall I?"

Why are you asking her? Who's the kidnapper here anyway? The scarab snarked.

Jaime ignored it.

"Sure!" Piped Marie, and Jaime left and leant against the outside door, watching out for cameras. None. Not one. Was this crime lord really that stupid?

"Ready!" Whispered Marie, creeping out of the room and looking incredibly excited. "Let's go get Wonder Girl!"

Wait, what?

"What do you mean?" Jaime stared at Marie, who looked back up at him. She'd tied her orangy brown curls back and changed into jeans, trainers, a Disney princesses t-shirt, and a pink fleece. Over her shoulder was a back pack, as if she'd just been waiting to be kidnapped.

"We need to get Wonder Girl!" Marie insisted, tugging his sleeve and giving him puppy dog eyes. "Please, Fingersmith!" When Jaime shook his head and pulled away, she began to cry. "P-please, sh-she's my b-bestest friend!"

She'll wake someone soon, warned the scarab. Jaime pinched the bridge of his nose. If he got through this still somewhat sane, he would…Well he'd try to do a day without telling the scarab he hated him.

"Fine!" He hissed, turning to face a still sobbing Marie. "Where is she?"

"This way!" Said Marie, grabbing Jaime's sleeve and dragging him down the hall.

Right, how was that?

Yeah, I know, I know; no updates since... Well, quite a while ago. I know I say this everytime, but I swear I don't mean to forget. Unfortunately, this will not be the last time this will happen.

I would go on with my excuses, but quite frankly I can't be bothered and I've also got a brand new fic to upload on x-men evolution (first few chapters pre typed so role up guys, role up).

I'm not sure if the disclaimer counts in Japanese, so I'll do it again. I don't own YJ.

Alright.

Translations.

Callate, insecto means shut up, insect

Que, means what?

Well, bye.