"Are we gonna be finished anytime soon, Karako?!"
The brunette known to the world as Hara Karako looked from behind her camera and grinned.
"Give me some time, Suka-chan," came her response, pointing at the black-haired female. "I still need one final shot as Seruhiko Arashi leaves her best friend Aya."
"And this means I better find something to cry about?" questioned another girl; this one a blonde.
"I'll give you some peppers if you'd like, Mikuru."
"No thanks, I'm good."
Mikuru put the curly red wig that she was holding on her head and deeply exhaled.
"Shoot, my battery died."
"Nooo!" The black-haired girl shouted. "I-It couldn't have! You had just charged it before we came to film!"
Karako shrugged as she began to pack up her equipment. "It's getting old. Batteries never hold their life when they get age on them."
With a faint growl, Mikuru pulled the wig off of her head and tossed it at Karako. "We are finishing soon, aren't we?" she asked.
"Oh yeah," Karako responded, sticking the wig in her duffel bag. "By...I'd say Sunday night, which is perfect; because it's due Monday. So we'll finish up filming tomorrow, give me a couple days to edit, and I'll have an A in my hands by Monday morning."
"That sounds great," Suka said as she attempted to shake the curls out she had put in her hair for the filming.
"I'll see you all tomorrow," Mikuru said, simultaneously picking up her backpack and pulling her cell phone out.
"Bye Mikuru!"

Sanaka Mikuru knew she was never normal. Her family situation was anything but a happy tale. She was now an orphan; sixteen years old and no family. There was nothing she could have done anyway.
She was born, raised, and still lived in Nagoya, raised in a family of happy, healthy people. Sure they weren't the richest, but they had each other, and that was all that counted.
But then things took a turn, and not exactly for the better.
Mikuru had witnessed the shooting and killing of her father, a man everybody simply called "Kyon." She was only five when it happened, but she still remembered everything in detail.
Then after her brother Itsuki had been killed in a car crash while coming home from Tokai University for the summer break.
Sanaka Haruhi, her mother, had died only but a couple months ago after the cancer had eaten her life and body away.
After a while, she had began to cope with the fact she was the only one in the house. But it was still agonizing to not hear her mother's cheery voice wishing her a good morning.
Much to her amazement, Mikuru was pulling off a combination of walking and reading the news on her cell phone's tiny screen. But little did she know what was about to happen to her.

Hatake Kakashi looked like a typical business man, but had a very atypical job. He too was walking down the streets of Nagoya, checking out the latest headlines. He smirked at the top story; which read, "Nagoya jewel thief found dead at home."
"Well down," he mumbled, pulling a book out of the pocket of his suit coat, making a small mark in it with a red pen.
Meanwhile, Mikuru was still making her way down the street, oblivious to all but the same story Kakashi was reading.
"I can't believe that..." she said loud enough for only herself to hear. "That is—"

Notepads, cell phones, and a purse; they all went flying across the sidewalk as the two collided.
"What the hell...?!" Mikuru quietly moaned, a one-hand feel on a spot of her forehead which she swore would be bruised by the next day. After trying to collect herself and some of her things, she glanced up at what she bumped in to.
Or rather, who.
Black suit coat, black slacks, black tie, a white dress shirt under it all. Over his mouth was a black mask, over his left eye a white patch. The man struck Mikuru's curiosity, and that was just the beginning.
"I am SO sorry!" she finally squeaked out after the realization of what had just happened. She began scrambling around the sidewalk, attempting to gather all that had fallen, and placing everything she didn't recognize as her's in a pile.. "I-I wasn't paying attention..."
As she continued to apologize profusely, Kakashi studied her carefully. Her light blonde hair flopped hopelessly over her face, including the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. Underneath his mask, he smiled. "And I am really—Sir? Sir?"

Mikuru stared at him, blinking wildly.
"Sir, are you okay?" she asked for what had seemed like the twentieth time.
"You're perfect..." he whispered.
"Perfect for what?" The first thought that went through Mikuru's mind was perfect for raping?!
"I can't say..." his eye darted around their surroundings. "Atleast not here." He picked up himself, his things, and then offered a hand to Mikuru. After she had gotten up and brushed herself off, he offered a business card. "Could you maybe stop by some time?"
Mikuru's eyes darted to the side, hoping for witnesses in case something bad was to happen. "Yeah, sure..." She glanced down at the card, noticing the only thing printed on it was an address. "I could maybe stop by later today if you wish?"
"That's fine."
As Mikuru bowed and began to walk away, he shouted, "wait!"
"Yes sir?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder.
"What's your name?"
Mikuru turned around, staring at him curiously."I'm sorry?"
"Your name."
"S-Sanaka Mikuru. You?"
He smirked, even though he was well away she couldn't see. "You'll find out soon enough, Sanaka-san. Soon enough."