It had been a tiring day. Between more training and dealing with the Tanabatas and dinner with Kakashi before she came home, she was so exhausted. All she wanted to do was collapse in bed and sleep until noon. Maybe later.
Yeah, later.
As soon as Mikuru hit the bed and closed her eyes, she was asleep. Her dreams were a muddled mess of her being threatened by people --- criminals. Kakashi was standing behind her and shot all of them. When he did, Mikuru turned to face him. She wanted to say thank you so much, but she was unable to say anything at all. All she could do was stare at him, all she could think of was how attractive he was with that gun in his hand and that smirk she was sure was on his face.
Knock knock knock.
Mikuru covered her head with her lacy pillow, willing away the sound with her mind. She looked over at the clock. It was 1:57. AM. It was probably just Yamiguchi Kotaro. That little brat four doors down. Probably wanted to just say "hi" and nothing more.
Knock knock knock.
The pounding on her door was louder this time, more forceful. Apparently, they urgently needed to see her, but she didn't give a damn. They could come back later.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
"MIKURU-SAN!"
She could hear the voice calling for her all the way in her bedroom. She tossed the pillow onto the floor angrily, tromped out of bed, and swung the door open.
"WHAT?!" she shouted, before she realised who was at the door. She had almost forgotten she had given Kakashi her address at dinner.
She jumped back a couple of feet, a scared look on her face. "H-Hatake-sama," she added, in her normal, soft tone. "I'm sorry...w-what's going on?"
"Our first mission," he replied curtly
"W-what? But...I--"
"You're fine," he responded sternly. "Any other training you'll need you'll get in the field. Get dressed and let's go."
"Okay..." she said with unsureness. She closed the door to and ran to her room. Their first mission! A wave of fear, happiness and "what the hell is going on?" came over her as she looked into her closet. Finally, she decided on a simple, musty red coloured dress. The lace details along the neckline and hem made her feel girly, yet it's spaghetti straps and low-cut style made her feel sexy. She paired it with a pair of simple, metallic heels and a long strand of pearls. Heels, pearls and a dress.
Wow, what a vigilante.
She galloped out of her room as fast as she came in, opening the door swiftly, grining. She was really curious to hear what Kakashi would say.
"...wow," came his response. From what she could tell from the features on his face and the tone of his voice, he was shocked.
Maybe he likes what he sees, she thought.
"Thanks."
"We need to get going," he said quickly, grabbing Mikuru by the wrist.
"Hey, wait!" she shouted in reply, pulling back. "I need to get my purse!" In reply, he thrusted a box in her face. "What?"
"Open it, quick. We only have so much time."
"Okay..." she took the lid off carefully and peeked inside. A leg holster? "H-Hatake-sama, is this...?"
"Yep," he replied, chuckling. Mikuru grinned in response and ran inside to get her gun out of her purse.
"Thanks." She carefully pulled her dress up and slipped the holster on as quickly as possible. Then she put the gun in.
"Let's go!"

Pant. Pant. Pant.
"Wouldn't it have been easier to take a car?!" Mikuru shouted. The two were running down the town's streets, Kakashi leading the way with a hold on her hand.
"We've wasted enough time!" he replied. Without warning, he stopped, letting go of Mikuru. She slammed into his back full-force.
"We're here?" she asked.
"Yep."
"Good," Mikuru replied, backing away from him a few inches. "I think I left part of my tooth in your jacket. Tell me when you stop next time!"
"Now's not the time for bickering, Mikuru-san," he said softly, looking down at her. She stared back up at him. She knew her eyes were enlarged, and she was trying her hardest to catch her breath, which was coming in small puffs. She probably looked like a wide-eyed little kid, just told he could have all the candy in the world. "We have to be quiet, we have to be fast."
"Yes sir," she said. The two snuck into the white marble apartment building as quietly as possible. From what Mikuru could tell, the tenants had to be rich to even set foot in this place. Everywhere she looked there were beautiful statues that she was pretty sure had to be French or Italian. There was a fountain right in the middle of the lobby. Their entire time going through the foyer, Mikuru was wondering if they had snuck into a five-star hotel.
"Mikuru-san." Kakashi's voice was hushed. They had gone up five flights of stairs, and then one more for good measure after realising they were on the wrong floor. They had made it to a hall of doors. They stood in front of room number 180. They were ready.
"What?" she whispered.
"Aim at my signal. We've only got one chance."
"Yes sir."
Kakashi kicked down the door with one leg, and in one fell swoop. Mikuru stood there, her mouth wide open.
"Come on!"
Mikuru couldn't move. She was stuck. She was still out of breath, the sound of it quivered with fear.
For your father, Sanaka Mikuru! she shouted to herself. Your father!
"Where are they?" she asked confidentally.
"He's in his bedroom, come on," he said, grabbing her by the hand once again and dragging her into the room. The two crept up to the closed door to the bedroom and crouched down, putting their ears against the entrance. The faint sound of snoring could be heard coming from the other side.
"That's him?" she asked softly. Kakashi nodded.
"His name is Koto Atsushi," he replied, the same hushed tone. "I'll tell you more about him after we're done."
"Okay..." she turned away from him and looked at the door. Then she glanced back to him. "Are you gonna do the kick the door down thing again?"
Kakashi got up. Mikuru was sure he was smirking again. "Naturally." He did as he said; with as much force as possible. The door made a loud crack as Kakashi kicked it down: a sound that Atsushi obviously wasn't expecting.

Koto Atsushi jumped up out of his bed, grabbing whatever he could find to use as a weapon --- in this case, a pocket knife.
The first thing he saw was a man standing there in his black suit, white shirt and black tie. A girl stood profile next to him, her dress fluttering in the breeze his white wood ceiling fan was kicking up.
"Yaseppochi?" he asked, half-asleep.
"How'd you know, Atsushi?" Kakashi asked slyly in response.
"Just a guess...so, who's your friend?"
Kakashi prodded Mikuru with his elbow. She smirked and said, "the name's Densetsu."
"Yaseppochi and Densetsu..." Atsushi said, "would you like me to make you some tea?"
"No," responded Kakashi, aiming his gun at Atsushi's face. It clicked as he pulled the trigger to. "I'll have to take a rain check."
"What? Your little friend's not joining you?" Mikuru stared at him through the corner of her eye, but she mainly focused on Kakashi. His cool composure, his arm not even quavering at the thought he was about to murder this man. Slowly, Mikuru pulled the gun out of her holster and directed it at him. "Never mind."
"Any last words?"
"Yeah," Atsushi replied. "Tell your little friend to speak more. She has a nice voice."
Mikuru pulled her trigger as well. "What?" she asked. "Last few seconds of your life, you want something to get off on?"
The man sniggered. "She's got spunk, Yaseppochi."
"Any other words?"
"Nope."
"Any regrets?" Kakashi asked. "Any clues as to where you've hidden the loot?"
"No regrets..." Atsushi grinned widely and sarcastically. "And what, you think I'll tell you?"
"Well, it was worth a shot. Densetsu?"
"Huh?" Mikuru looked back to Kakashi. She had taken her eyes off of him for a few minutes to focus on the fugitive as he spoke.
"Would you like to do the honours?"
What?! she thought. This was her first mission, and he wanted her to kill him single-handedly?!
"Uh...sure." Kakashi stepped out of the way, motioning. "Why haven't you run?" she then asked Atsushi.
"Why run when you've got the best vigilante on your tail?" he responded.
"True."
Mikuru breathed in deep and shut her eyes, pulling the trigger. Like during her training, the recoil send her backwards. But he was there. Kakashi was there, behind her, to make sure she didn't fall. "Thanks," she said softly.
Atsushi collapsed onto the floor, sobbing. Blood was seeping the bullet wound next to his ear. He let out a loud cough, spitting body fluid onto the carpet.
"Now you know, Atsushi," Kakashi said. "There's recourse for your actions."
"Don't know why I thought I could get away with it," he responded raspily. He tried to push himself up off the floor but he fell as soon as he did. "You really are the best. And your little friend...she's good."
Mikuru smirked. She felt good about herself. Her first mission, she took a fugitive down. Atsushi had tried two more times to get up, and both times failed.
"Should I just shoot you again and put you out of your misery?" she asked, smirking. Where was this side of her coming from? This cocky, sadistic side. She had never been like this. She was just like her mother: quiet, dainty, feminine. Her 5'3", slender frame added to this appearance. She would've been the most unlikely to ever kill someone. But she had. She looked back to the man; he was stone cold dead. He had stopped moving, stopped coughing, stopped breathing heavily. Kakashi looked to her and nodded approvingly.