Back in her room with Konan, Mizuki found herself trying to breathe inside the dress Madara had bought for her. She was sitting uncomfortably on a chair, in front of a dresser with a mirror, while Konan fixed her hair with a curling iron. "Don't you think it's a little bit too small on me?" she asked the other girl. She felt tight, and it was hard to breath at times. She was afraid the fabric would give away anytime. Konan just gave her a small smile and raised her shoulders without care.

"I think it looks good," she said. "Makes your boobs appear larger."

Mizuki narrowed her eyes at Konan, covering her breasts with her arms. "Stop staring."

The other girl chuckled, unrolling Mizuki's black curls and fixating it with hairspray. "I'm going out for a moment to look for something real quick. I'll be back soon, okay? Splash yourself with perfume." She pointed her finger at the small rectangular glass bottle in front of her.

Mizuki only nodded as she observed Konan walk out of the room. She then stood from the chair, walked towards the full body mirror and looked at her reflection. It was one of those rare occasions in which she felt mildly attractive. She never wore dresses, but when she did, damn she looked just fine. The electric blue color of the fabric reflected on her eyes, making them an even more intense blue color.

The ring of a phone distracted her from contemplating herself. She ran towards her bag and pulled out her cell. Her blood ran cold when she noticed it was an emergency number from the agency. "Hello?"

"It's a miracle to hear from you, given the current situation you're in." Mizuki relaxed when she recognized Tamakunya's voice.

"You scared me, Mr. T. I thought something had happened."

"We don't have much time, Mizu. Are you alone right now?" he asked, with a hurried voice.

"Yes."

"Great. You have the Minasaki gun with you right?"

Mizuki pulled out the silver gun from her bag and nodded. "Like I promised."

"Pull out its magazine." Mizuki did as told. "There should be a couple of sticker magnets." Mizuki looked in astonishment at the small sticky magnets.

"Found them."

"Put one on, under your right ear." Mizuki pasted the sticker right under her ear and notified him. Immediately, he hung up.

"Wow, Mr. T always so nice." Mizuki rolled her eyes.

"I can hear you, loud and clear." She widened her eyes when she heard Tamakunya speaking right into her head.

"What?" She rubbed the magnet in her ear. "What is this?"

"It's a new prototype." Mr. T announced, filled with pride. "It's nanotechnology that allows us to communicate through electric pulses sent directly into the brain. I talk, and my voice is coded directly and translated by your neurons. Same when you talk to me. The vibrations of your vocal chords are sent through a chip in the magnet into my computer, where they are translated into voice. The sound waves I send to the mic when I talk are coded then translated by your brain into my voice."

"Always the genius, Mr. T." Mizuki grinned.

"I know right," he smiled. "It doesn't matter where you are, or how loud the surroundings, we will always be able to listen to each other."

"Convenient. I'm about to go to a party," Mizuki commented. "We will be able to stay in touch without appearing suspicious."

"Precisely. Besides, you might see someone familiar."

"Are you sure?" Mizuki frowned. "I'm in Russia right now, Mr. T."

"He is too."

Mizuki was confused by his words but ignored them once she heard faint footsteps approaching the room. She put the gun back in her bag and let it fall on the floor. Right at that moment, Konan entered the room. "Are you ready?" she asked with a smile. Mizuki covered her right ear with her hair and smiled, pushing her bag under the bed with her feet. "Of course."

* * *

Mizuki watched through the window the cars rushing in the busy streets. She rode with Madara Uchiha in his limo. Even though the cabin was pretty spacious, the silence was starting to become awkward. She occasionally eyed him, but he remained still in the same position. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest and his eyes closed.

"Do you come often to these kind of parties?" Mizuki asked casually, on hopes of starting a conversation with him. She waited for a few moments, but when he didn't move she gave up on asking anything else. She knew Madara wasn't one open for talking, but it still hurt when he just ignored her. She clicked her tongue while muttering to herself. "He's not even looking at me, am I really that much of an eyesore?"

The limo finally stopped in front of big palace. When Mizuki laid eyes on it, she felt her jaw drop. Obito shut down the car and the opened the door for Madara to get off. "Hurry." He said simply as he held the door open for Mizuki. She was pulled out of her trance and nodded quickly.

Once off, Madara held her tightly from her waist, making Mizuki blush slightly. "You're not an eyesore," he smirked, looking at her from the tip of his eyes. "In contrary, you're a stunner." His comment threw her off balance, but thankfully he was holding her. Noticing the effect he had on her, Madara only grinned wider. "Let's go inside."

Fancy looking clothes, pearl necklaces, diamond rings, high heels. The look on everyone's face gave Mizuki the notion that they were all used to seeing things like this on a daily basis. Just as she had thought, these were all members of the high class society. And not just Russian or Japanese. There were Americans, Europeans, Arabs, Africans, and people from all over the world. I wonder how many of them have a hidden mobster face, Mizuki thought with a smile.

After eyeing a bit more around, and holding tightly to Madara's arm, Mizuki stopped dead in her tracks when her eyes came across a certain guard standing next to a door, close to a table were all beverages were set. Madara noticed this and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Is something the matter?"

Mizuki looked up and met his piercing black eyes, "I..."

"Madara? Is that you?" Mizuki sighed in relief when they were suddenly interrupted. Yaroslav Volk approached them wearing an unusually happy face. Kira knew him from previous missions. He was one of the best known mobsters in Russia, and his reputation is just proof of how powerful he really is.

«Ryoukou wa dou deshita ka» Volk asked with an overly pronounced Japanese. Mizuki frowned slightly, how much would he be able to understand?

"We're both cool with English, Volk." Madara smirked. "The trip was fine, thank you."

"I learnt Japanese for you, mate." The Russian guy smirked back. "You ought to at least help me practice with you." His eyes then focused on the girl next to Madara, and he smiled wider. "Is this beautiful lady your companion?"

Mizuki looked at the floor, moving slightly closer to Madara. The Uchiha smiled proudly, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her even closer. "Indeed, she is. Name's Mizuki Kira."

«Kirei desu ne Kira san wa» Volk bowed slightly at her with a kind smile. Mizuki felt a blush taking over her cheeks and looked away.

"You don't look so bad yourself, Volk-san." She mumbled quietly.

Volk looked back at Madara, suddenly becoming serious. "Can we have a small talk, Madara?" Madara looked at Mizuki, and she could feel all his judgement falling upon her.

"I'll just go look for something to drink," she laughed nervously and walked away.

Knowing that Hanzou was in the same room was a little bit relaxing, but at the same time it was unnerving. Mizuki approached the big crystal bowl of punch and poured herself a cup. "What are you doing here?" she asked in a low voice, loud enough for only the guard to hear her. Hanzou looked around and then met her eyes when he was sure no one was paying attention.

"Your father was worried about you," he said, and looked back forward.

Mizuki smirked, taking a sip of the excessively sweet drink. "He was? Or you were?" she raised an eyebrow. Mocking Hanzou would always be her favorite thing to do. The feigning guard rolled his eyes.

"Don't flatter yourself. I'm only here to make sure you don't kill yourself. That would be troublesome. Besides, I don't think I could get used to anyone else. It took me awhile to finally tolerate you."

"Aww, aren't you a sweetheart." Mizuki put down her cup on the table and cleared her throat. "This is my mission, Hanzou. So I expect you to stay away."

"I want you to reconsider the facts, Mizuki. Do you even know who Madara Uchiha is? He's bad news." Hanzou glared at her. "Let me take you back home."

"Like I said," Mizuki said just as Madara approached her. "Stay away."

Mizuki turned around just in time to face Madara. She pretended to be surprised as he grabbed her from the wrist. "Oh? Madara-san, is everything okay?"

Madara was taken aback for a moment. He believed this was the first Mizuki had called him by his first name. It sounded strange. Just at that moment, Volk spoke loudly. "Ladies and gentlemen! I think it's time for a dance." The crowd clapped joyously as the music started playing. Madara dragged Mizuki towards the center of the dancefloor.

"Whoa, I didn't take you to be the dancing type." Mizuki commented with a sly smirk. However, she realized something was seriously wrong when Madara didn't stop staring at Hanzou. And there was something dark in his eyes that put her on edge. "Madara?" Dauntlessly, she placed her hand on his cheek and forced him to look at her. Surprisingly, his glare softened a little. "What's the problem?" she asked cautiously.

Madara put his own hand over hers, and frowned slightly. "Who are you really, Mizuki Kira?"