'Assassins of the Hinata'
'Love Hina' is by Ken Akamatsu

-Part 1-

Writer's notes: This is the fully recovered and re-edited story as written by the original writer. The only changes by yours truly is in grammar, some Japanese terms and punctuation.

Chapter 1: Introductions into Killing

Mission #1

In an empty tramcar late one night, an innocuous looking young girl in a middle school fuku steps aboard and stands close to the entrance. As the door closes, she grabs onto an overhead strap with one hand and gives the tram the 'once over'. Seeing that no one is here but herself, she knows that certain 'someones' will be coming on shortly.

She patiently awaits their arrival.

Not too long before, this same car was the scene of a brutal rape that left a young female college student from a prominent family near death. However, this young girl seems to either not know what had happened here or chooses to ignore it. The determination of which she wishes to see for herself.

"Three stops already," whispers the young girl. The noise of the clacking tracks covers her voice.

Coming to a fourth stop near one of the more rundown sections of Tokyo, two non-descript men in their mid-twenties board and sit by the opposite door. Both smile as they espy the young girl of seemingly middle-school age standing by the opposite door naively looking out the window.

Neither see the young girl smile.

"Takeo, it looks as though we haven't totally struck out tonight," says one man nudging his friend and point to the girl in front of them with his chin.

"Hey, Ichigo. You said that last one would be easy," says the one named Takeo.

"She gave me a black eye and nearly blinded me. The fucking bitch," says Ichigo spitting out those words, "Maybe this one will be easier".

"Looks harmless enough," responds Takeo.

Looking at his friend and smiling, Ichigo stands and slowly walks towards the girl. He extends his hands, and just as he is about to grab her…

Quickly stepping aside and out of the young man's reach, the girl reaches for an object in a side pocket of her backpack.

Before Ichigo knows what is happening, he is bleeding his life's blood out on the floor as she slashes his throat to the spine. Not forgetting his friend, the same slender knife comes flying across the car lodging itself into Takeo's throat, severing certain nerves and killing him instantly.

With contempt at how easily she had accomplished this, the youngish-looking woman steps around the fast growing pool of blood and walks over to the second man. Grabbing the handle, she surreptitiously wipes the blood off on the man's jacket and smiles as his corpse falls to the floor.

Standing by the door, she returns the blade to its hiding spot in her backpack as the tram pulls into another station.

Getting off, the girl climbs the steps up to street level. She hears a muted scream from the top of the steps and walks out into the night.

Pulling a Bluetooth from a pocket in her skirt and putting it in her ear, she says, "Maehara requesting pick-up, GPS on."

End of mission specs-

Subject name: Maehara Shinobu
Age: -Classified-
Specialties: The use and handling of small-edged weapons. Throwing, slicing and stabbing said weapons with unerring accuracy. Playing naïve young schoolgirls, which helps her in dispatching of targets both quickly and efficiently. How to kill someone many times her size with very little effort.
Training: Thorough knowledge of Israeli Kidon and Sayaret Maktal procedures. Trained in SAS and Spetnaz procedures as well. Expert in Krav Maga, Systema and Savate. Threat identification and assessment. Graduate of Cordon Bleu.
Notes: Uses temperament to advantage. Has taken out four 'cleaners' sent to end her rogue tendencies. Granted 'free agent' status.

Mission #2

Walking through a deserted alley in an older rundown Ward of Yokohama, a beautiful ashen-haired woman stops in the shadows and checks her surroundings. Stone-faced, she is here for only one purpose.

The sun is lowering in the late day sky and makes what she is about to do that much easier.

Two burly Yakuza 'soldiers' stand in front of an older building across from the alleyway. The front door is open and there is a faint neon sign just above the jamb. She can tell that the pair are 'Yaks' from their tattoos and missing finger joints. By their body language, it seems that they are the only two in the area.

No witnesses is always the best scenario.

Perusing at the inside of the building, she spots is a short stairwell that leads up to a second floor. Seeing this, she nods to herself and pulls out a cigarette. Lighting it, the woman leans against the alley wall and waits.

Five minutes later…

A limo pulls up to the curbing, three men get out and go inside as the two who are already here bow to them.

Wearing an open oversized tan trench coat over a skin-tight black and yellow 'cat suit' zipped down enough to make things interesting, she steps out of the shadows after extinguishing her cigarette under a high-heeled boot.

Reaching into the coat with her right hand, she pulls out a large shiny black object and says, "Come on, sweetie. Playtime's over".

"What a nice pair of melons on that," says one of the men as the woman approaches them. She does not stop and before either of them can react, the man's brains along with those of his compatriot splatter on the wall behind them. There was no echo and just two muffled reports as the bodies fall.

Walking inside, she goes upstairs. Seeing her targets seated by themselves in a booth, she walks over with her arm extended. Since there is no one else in here, it makes the 'clean-up' very easy.

"Ah, this evening's entertain…," is all one of the men can say before he meets the same fate as his two underlings outside. The other two then meet their maker just as quickly because the woman does not hesitate for an instant in pulling the trigger.

Without betraying any hint of emotion, she holds her fearsome weapon up and assesses the carnage in her wake. To finish sending her message, she places one last shot between the legs of the man in the middle. Picking up the four expended cartridges in a leather-gloved hand, she puts the fearsome weapon back into a custom shoulder holster. After descending the stairs, she calmly picks the evidence up outside and puts a Bluetooth in her ear.

Heading back up the alley, she says, "Konno requesting pickup, GPS on".

End of mission specs-

Subject name: Konno Mitsune aka 'Kitsune'
Age: -Classified-
Specialties: Firearms, the bigger the better. Is considered a 'crack shot'. Everything from a US M40 and Barrett M82 to modern Russian sniper weapons is in her large personal arsenal. Her main weapon is a custom-made .44 auto-mag with a 30cm noise suppressor named 'sweetie' that she can fire with one-hand. Has all of the latest computer firing and ranging equipment that top Special Forces teams' from around the world use today. Expert in camouflage, escape and evasion tactics.
Training: Thorough knowledge of Israeli Kidon and Sayaret Maktal procedures. Trained in Spetnaz procedures. Expert in Krav Maga, Systema and Savate. Escape and evasion tactics. Graduate of Osaka University with degrees in Psychology and Math.
Notes: Considered extremely dangerous, is a known 'stone-killer' and thought by many to have no emotions. Granted 'free agent' status, as she will take out anyone she deems a threat.

Mission #3

One of the seedier bars in Chibe is the home to some of the sleaziest characters on this side of the whole Kanto Region. Sure, the local government has been doing a good job in revitalizing the area, but some things always seem to slip through the cracks. It has also been the scene of some very horrific gang rapes lately.

Hence, this is where we pick things up…

After spending a day doing very little, a certain beautiful young woman sporting long brunette locks with what looks like antennae in front prepares to sing in front of a full house. Word spread throughout the neighborhood about a certain someone whose voice could torch a place and burn it down. Jazz and Blues standards sung in English are specialties of the club, and this young songbird is selling out the place.

In a red silk halter dress with a slit up the right side and showing plenty of leg, this honey-voiced temptress mesmerizes her audience by channeling Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holliday on stage as the evening wears on. So rapt was the crowd that the performance ended just as fast as it had started.

Thirsty, the young woman sits at the bar afterwards and orders a vodka martini.

"Good show," says a handsome young man sitting next to her. He has come in here the past three nights just to watch her perform.

"Thanks. It helps when I can belt it out like that," she replies smiling while sizing the man up.

"Doing anything for an encore?" he asks sizing her up in return.

"Maybe. Be right back," answering him teasingly. She walks away and the façade fades. Her instincts light up like an O-Bon fireworks display and knows that tonight she is in for a good workout.

'Now to bait the trap,' she thinks walking into the dressing room.

"That will do," whispers the man of interest before downing his CC and Seven.

Five minutes later, the fiery-haired beauty returns to the bar dressed in a short mini skirt and halter with platforms. Seeing the man who had propositioned earlier still drinking at the bar, she puts on her best smile and saunters back over.

"Nice," says the man in a cool tone.

"What is it you have in mind?" she asks in her own sultry manner as the bartender hands her another martini.

Being 'picked up' can be a very subtle art, especially when you know what could happen next.

In grabbing the man's arm, she learns quite a few things about him as they walk down a street together. In assessing the man's aura, it lets her know that he has worked out some, has some knowledge of the Martial Arts and hangs around with some unsavory characters.

However, her guard is up and ready to have fun.

Coming to an older apartment building in a rundown neighborhood, the man knocks twice on the door instead of pulling out some keys. As soon as the door opens, another man grabs her arm, and pulls her inside. The door closes and a light goes on.

The man who brought her here waits outside.

Hearing something strange and not the voice of a woman screaming, he turns and reaches for the door handle. Before he can open the door and find out what is happening inside, it comes flying off the jamb.

The woman pulls him inside the room and he sees a lot of carnage in her wake. Which is, eight mutilated and very dead corpses lying on the floor amongst broken furniture and video equipment.

"So this is what you meant by an encore," she says contemptuously showing him the video cards.

The next sound he hears is nothing except for the snapping of his neck.

Straightening her skirt and placing the cards into her purse, the brunette steps outside. Pulling a Bluetooth from her small purse, she says, "Narusegawa requesting pickup, GPS on.

End of mission specs-

Subject name: Narusegawa Naru
Age: -Classified-
Specialties: Controlling and channeling her powerful internal Ki. Can use Ki-based attacks through any hand held object and is ambidextrous. Hand-to-hand combat is also a specialty of hers. Can break through any object made of wood, stone or metal with her bare hands and other body parts. Caveat: does not possess super strength and is vulnerable to edged weapons or firearms. However, anything she punches will permanently go down. Has the ability to heal rapidly and can share this ability with others. Has excellent stamina and is in peak physical condition. Can read a subject's strengths and weaknesses by just touching them.
Training: Thorough knowledge of Israeli Kidon and Sayaret Maktal procedures. Trained in Spetnaz procedures. Expert in both Japanese and Brazilian Jujitsu, Judo, Savate, Kali and Boxing. Has extensive medical and combat medic training. Earned an MD degree from Tokyo University.
Notes: Is extremely violent and easily provoked. Relishes killing for sport and has taken out many operatives sent to eliminate her. Granted 'free agent' status.

Mission #4

Approaching the gate to one of the most powerful crime families in all of Japan, a certain young woman in the Hakama and Gi of a prestigious Samurai clan awaits entrance. Knowing that the master of this house has no right to call himself honorable, it is her task to set things right and return an ancient blade to its rightful owner. However, she knows that it will not be easy and attempting this action may end with her death.

Bearing a Bokken, a wooden practice Katana in her Uwa-obi, she knocks on the door and announces herself. After a few moments, a smaller door in the gate opens and two men in suits with sunglasses appear.

"We were given special instructions to grant you entrance and personally escort you to our lord's Dojo," says one of the guards bowing.

Returning the bow as a senior to a junior, the young woman enters a magnificently ornate compound and sees so many anachronisms to the place.

"Tokugawa era, how quaint," she mutters disdainfully under her breath. Her escorts miss the insult to their home.

To the south of the main house is a large structure that looks somehow familiar to her. Only this one is of lesser heritage and totally bereft of honor. As she comes to the portico, there are two dragons entwined above the doorway as if they were the Yin and the Yang.

'Cheap imitation,' she thinks derisively entering the main room.

"Good day, Aoyama-Sensei," says an enormous well-muscled, but bald middle-aged man who walks in wearing an expensively tailored Hakama and Gi. At least two dozen men in western suits escort him in.

Knowing that she will never have a better opportunity in accomplishing her goal, she bows politely to her host.

However…

Around the corner from the house, sitting in a European-made automobile, a certain associate hears two loud explosions and what sounds like a powerful whirlwind come from inside the compound. Looking at their watch, they say, "She should be along in a couple of minutes".

Walking towards the car, the occupant sees their prospective passenger heading towards them. They also see her wearing her Bokken, carrying an ornate Katana in her right hand and a box under her left arm.

Placing the box in the backseat, the driver asks, "What's in the box?"

"You do not want to know," answers the passenger enigmatically after getting in.

They left behind a pile of rubble as a message to others.

End of mission specs-

Subject name: Aoyama Motoko
Age: -Classified-
Specialties: She has mastered the Katana, Wakizashi, Shinai, Bo and Naginata at a very young age. Also mastery of powerful Ki-based attacks through such weapons (secret), and all manner of Katana quick draw releases and re-sheathing techniques.
Training: Extensive family Bushido and other forms of Budo. Eighth-degree dan in Karate and the highest degrees of the modern Aikido.
Special note: She uses the cover of being a modern Samurai to mask her true purpose as an assassin. Granted 'free agent' status. On line student in Literature, School of Letters, Tokyo University.

Mission #5

Sitting in a deserted office on the top floor of a dilapidated building across from an old abandoned airport, a foreign-looking blonde of Sub-continental descent sits patiently eating a banana. She wears a grey-blue one-piece camouflage military-style coverall with modern tan combat boots and a 'web' belt on her slender waist. On her head is a dark beret bearing the royal three-eyed crest of MolMol, of which she is a Princess Royal.

However…

Picking up a very special pair of binoculars and putting them to her eyes, she presses a button on the side. Gone is the 'real time' image as computer readings and targeting information fills the screen.

"Good," she says scanning the area.

Moving them around, she presses another button on the side of her binoculars and locks in certain locations around an old rusty hangar. Looking down at her left forearm, she presses two buttons and runs her finger across a small screen. When a green light comes on, she smiles and allows the binoculars to hang loose.

"Now, we wait," she says flippantly tossing aside the empty peel.

Collecting her portable chair, the young woman slings it over her shoulder and climbs up a rope through a hole in the ceiling. "Such a beautiful day for explosions," she says after getting to the roof. Standing up, she walks over to a large hovering machine shaped like a giant turtle. Hitting a button on a hidden panel, a hatch opens on the side and she climbs in. When the hatch closes, the machine shimmers and distorts before fading from sight.

Three black vehicles, a limo with SUV's in front and back, approach the airport and turn into an unattended gate. Driving straight ahead, the three stop in front of the target hangar and SUV in front flashes its headlights twice.

From a broken window inside the building, there is an acknowledgment. The doors open and the vehicles enter.

The young woman pushes a button, and small single turtle-shaped object flies out from underneath its larger companion and speeds toward the hangar. Finding an opening in the roof, it flies in quietly and settles on a rusting girder. A magnet secures it in place and its primary function activates.

Flipping a switch, the young woman gets a pulse letting her know that someone is using a sound scrambler to prevent snooping. Laughing, she runs her finger across a screen in front of her, and turtle-shaped object sends out a signal that overwhelms their equipment. At the same time, five other objects come flying out from the same opening and hurtle at high speed towards their targets. Fading from view, they fly in cloaked and attach themselves quietly underneath the three vehicles, an idling semi-tractor and its trailer.

"Bye, bye," says the woman hitting a button on her left wrist.

The explosions inside the building atomize everything for hundreds of meters around it.

All that anyone can hear over the din is some residual laughter as an invisible object flies away.

End of mission specs-

Subject name: Kaolla Su
Age: -Classified-
Specialties: Computers, robotics and explosives. A leading innovator, expert and inventor who many consider to be tops in all three fields. She has many advanced degrees, receiving her first one at the age of ten. She designs and makes all of her own equipment, as well as that of her team members.
Training: MolMol, Indian, Israeli and British procedures. Expert in Systema, Kali, Savate, Jeet Kun Do and Karate.
Special note: Uses an unstable façade to her advantage causing many opponents to underestimate her extraordinary abilities. Holds many Doctorates from Universities around the world. Granted 'free agent' status due to her extensive hacking and planting of viruses into many of the world's security and black ops agency computers.

End of Chapter