First of all, any relation of the characters to anyone who may actually exist is pure coincidence. Second, any reference to any anime, manga, movie, ect. is simply out of fun. I do not own any of them, nor will I ever. I'll only place this warning once.
This work of Fiction will contain violence, lime scenes, and yaoi scenes.
A quick note: Any "-" indicates a location. EX: -New York, New York
-A small dojo in the Gunma district of Japan
The group of students continued practice. They had been at it for four hours already, yet none of them indicated any sign of slowing down. It was clear this was a group of elite students, as they fought without wasted movements or signs of hesitation.
Suddenly the front door flew open. In the doorway stood a young woman, no older than 20. She wore three silver bangles, two down her right arm and another on her left. A dragon tattoo slithered around her right forearm, and her black bandanna rested just above her glasses. Every student stopped and glared at the woman.
"I'm looking for Hikari," she declared. She was armed to the teeth, with an assortment of guns, swords, knives, and a whip, to name a few.
One of the older students approached her. "What is your business here? We won't help you if you come barging in li..." He didn't get to finish his sentence, for the woman had picked him up by the throat and was looking him in the eye.
"I am Fuyu Suzukaze, and if you value your lives you will tell me where she is. One...Two..." She never counted three, but stabbed him in the stomach and flung him across the room. He flopped around before becoming still. As the students stood shocked, two more charged Fuyu with their kendo swords drawn. Fuyu moved quickly, drawing a sword and slicing one along the stomach. She then flicked her wrist, brought her arm down, and the other student had lost his right arm. The other students armed themselves; this was they fated day they knew they had been training for.
At the back of the dojo, Hikari was busy cleaning her room when one of the students burst in. "Hikari-chan! You must go! Someone has come!" Hikari dropped the broom she had been using. "You don't mean..."
"Hurry! She will be here soon!"
He grabbed Hikari by the arm and pulled her through the halls of the dojo. Towards one end was a river, with barges occasionally passing. He grabbed her by both arms, but she waved him off.
"I'll go myself. Please take care."
"I wish you luck, Hi..." Suddenly his eyes went wide, and his mouth filled with blood. As he collapsed, Hikari saw Fuyu behind him, her guns and weapons coated with blood. She reached for Hikari, but she leapt into the river and quickly swam underneath the surface. Fuyu drew her 9 mm, her personal favorite, and began to fire into the water. As she stopped, static filled her ears, followed by the voice of a male.
"Fuyu! I said we want her ALIVE!"
"Lay off, Honda. I'll deal with the captures myself."
She turned and walked out through the halls of the dojo, through the main rooms, and out the front door. In her wake were piles of bodies. The lucky ones were those who had simply broken a bone or two, for a great number of them lay with gunshot and stab wounds. Fuyu took another look at her handywork before leaving.
All Shiroi wanted to do was get home so he could go to sleep. Instead, he was putting up with crap.
"Damm you! I didn't need your help!"
"Well, you could of fooled me."
About 5 minutes ago Shiroi had been walking home when he noticed her screams. He ran over to the nearby alley where a group of 5 gangsters had dragged a girl. Her brown hair was swinging everywhere as she fought off her attackers. One wearing a red bandana had tried to pull a switchblade on her, but she gracefully kicked it straight up and delivered a wicked right cross to his nose. Another gangster, this one large with tattoos, tried to grab her from the back, but she spun in place and kneed him between the legs. As he began to double over, she grabbed him by the hair and kneed him in the face. Yet, even though she was holding her own, Shiroi decided for the best of him he could not leave anyone in that situation.
He ran up to one of the yet untouched gangsters and grabbed him by the back of the head, and slammed his face into a garbage can several times. The large guy got up again, but he was kicked in the face by the girl. Shiroi then focused on the two who had stood back in awe. One tried to run, but he grabbed a wooden box nearby and flung it at him. It caught him in the legs, and he fell flat on his face. Shiroi then stepped forward to kick the final one, but just as he did the girl had also punched him in the face. Under the dual blows he toppled over, and passed out.
When all was done, and those who were still able to got up and ran. Shiroi finally got a good look at the girl. She was asian, although Shiroi could not tell what nationatalty. She had a light tan and stood at about 5'6", just a few inches shorter than himself. And what a body! As Shiroi was about to congratulate the girl, she tried to punch him! He leaned back and caught her arm, then as gently as he could twisted the arm behind her back so she could not try to hit him again.
"Damnit! Let me go!"
"Not if you're gonna swing at me! I'm on your side!"
She continued to struggle for a few minutes, then she eventually gave up. Shiroi let her go and stepped back.
"Damm you! I didn't need your help!"
"Well, you could of fooled me."
"You could see I was doing fine! Why the hell did you have to come?"
"Oh, you're real grateful. I just saved you from having to throw another couple of punches!"
"Saved me? You little..."
An older lady, short and with gray hair, stood at the entrance to the alley. She was slowly clapping her hands.
"Well, congratulations young man! It's rare to see someone with the energy to keep up with my granddaugher."
"But grandma," the girl began to protest.
"But nothing, Lisa. You should always be grateful when help comes."
Shiroi nodded. "The lady is wise, you know."
She turned to Shiroi. "You live around here, don't you?"
"Umm... Yea. I live about three blocks from here."
"That's good. I have a job offer for you, young man. How would you like to be a bodyguard for my granddaughter? She's new in California, and judging how you treat newcomers..." She nudged the fallen gangster with her high heels.
"WHAT! THERE IS NO WAY I'M GONNA LET THAT EXCUSE FOR A GUY PROTECT ME! JUST BECAUSE HE HELPED ME THIS ONE TIME DOESN'T MEAN HE'D MAKE A GOOD BODYGUARD! BESIDES, I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!" Lisa's face began to turn red with the screaming.
Shiroi shook his head. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I can't. Besides, your granddaughter dosen't seem to like my help too much." Lisa stood by, still fuming."
"The job pays $2000 a week, plus expenses."
Shiroi thought about it for a minute. "Does rent for an apartment count as expenses?" The little old lady nodded.
"I'll do it."
"NOOOOOO!" Lisa screamed.