Disclaimer:I don't own it…wish I did,though…

F.Y.I This is slightly, slightly manga-based. Vinsent is the real name of Rosette's father, if you didn't know.

F.Y.I I am starting on this new story…will place the other two on hold for a while, because I have gotten a serious case of writer's block on those…hopefully I'll think of something soon (:

Chapter 1

Rosette looked out of the large,framed window.

Today was one of those days when she simply couldn't stand the thought of having to stay in class.

Unfortunately, she had no say in anything. Especially not with her father.

She hated her life.

Forced to go to a posh academy by day, made to learn idiotic things like fencing by night.

She barely had a chance to rest. Everyday, the same routine went on and on.

She never got to see her mother in hospital.

She rarely saw her father.

She hadn't spoken to her brother for a year.

Placing both of her hands on the polished, wooden desk, she pulled herself up from her plush leather chair.

Striding over to her cabinet, she tore off her long blue uniform and pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Stuffing her long blonde hair into a black cap, she pulled her favourite sweater and reached for her wallet and her cellphone. It was all she needed.

She tiptoed to the large mahogany doors, so as to escape from her chambermaid Marisse and her governess Madame Tuscany, who were currently having a game of chess in the room joined to hers.

She was absolutely tired of being conditioned like a test experiment for another one of her father's prototypes.

Stepping outside, she breathed in and pressed herself to the wall to avoid being detected by the security cameras that were placed in discreet areas.

She knew all of them. Their exact locations. After all, she had been locked up like a caged bird, barred from spreading her wings and flying off.

She was going to break free.

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Vinsent Christopher looked at his paperwork and scanned the page for any discrepancies in the contract.

Glancing up at his secretary, he noticed that she was busy talking to one of his clients.

Heaving a sigh, he looked at his watch and filed up all the documents into his briefcase. Standing up and beckoning to his secretary in one fluid motion, he strode out of the door and was immediately greeted by every staff member there was in the immediate vicinity.

Nodding to some of them, he entered the lift and descended to the ground floor.

Looking around for his butler and his personal chaffeur, he walked out of the grand building and stepped out into the sunlight.

It was time to visit his wife.

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Joshua smiled up at his friends and reached for his laptop. He bade them goodbye and walked over to his butler, who was waiting for him at the doors of the fully furnished library.

" How is the research coming along, Master Joshua?" Jeeves, his butler, inquired politely.

Smiling gently, Joshua replied, "We're progressing…Edward and the team just have to find some volunteers whom we can test the machine on…we're hoping that we don't get disastrous results like before…"

Jeeves winced and thought of the experiment in which three of the five volunteers had suffered severe mutation of their DNA and had to be quarantined for life due to their disabilities and their genetically modified facial structures.

Joshua and his best friend, Edward, who happened to be one of the top research scientists in the country, had collaborated with some engineers and scientists to create a machine which could help all cancer patients.

Joshua had only one reason for doing so.

He was trying to cure his mother.

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He slapped his best friend on the back and grinned.

His best friend, Aion, and him, had just been accepted as special agents into the C.I.A and each of them were going to be assigned their first missions very soon, considering the fact that they had both graduated with double honors from the Academy and their were the best of their batch.

All of a sudden, this black car pulled up right in front of the two with a screeching halt, and the both of them could have sworn that they could smell burnt rubber.

This man wearing a suit and glasses stepped out and greeted them with a gruff "Hello."

They were puzzled, not knowing that this man had been assigned to bring them to the HQ.

After all, although they were highly trained and were better than some, they were still junior, and pretty inexperienced.

The man sighed and pulled off his glasses, revealing a deep cut along his left eye.

The two of them recoiled slightly, still recovering from the shock of the 'hearse'.

He stretched out his big hand and Aion and Chrno's hand.

They still didn't have a single clue of what was going on.

He introduced himself as Michael, and asked if they were Chrno and Aion, the two who had just been recruited into the C.I.A.

They nodded hesitantly, wondering what this big, burly man was going to do.

Apparently, this guy was the kind of agent whose people skills sucked, and he was currently having a lot of trouble conveying the 'secret' message to the two agents in front of him.

Expecting to get a hell of a shelling from his boss, he picked up the two really confused young men in front of him by the collar and threw the both of them rather unceremoniously into the 'hearse'.

He signaled for the driver to leave after the slamming the door shut and plonking himself down beside the two unconscious agents beside him.

Laughing at their crazy antics, he made a mental note to make sure they toughened themselves up before starting their new missions.

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Author: HI! I'm back! With this story! Hoped you liked the first chapter. I'll be updating every once in while, so check back often.

Joshua: I hate you.

Author: …hey…what'd I do?

Joshua: Because of you, I haven't been able to speak to my beloved sis for a whole year.

Author: …it's a STORY, you idiot,and besides, you'll meet each other soon.

Joshua: I'll hold you up to that.

Author: Whatever…did I mention that you are younger than Rosette?

Joshua: No, you didn't. How old IS she?

Author: mutters-and you call yourself her brother She's supposed to be seventeen. You're supposed to be sixteen and one heck of a genius. A child prodigy, a -"

Gets punched in the guts by Joshua

Joshua: I hate you. I heard what you muttered and I know you are trying to be sarcastic.

Author: groans

Joshua: sticks out tongue You are mean. I'm telling my SISTER.

Author: Oh crap…I am gonna be sent to hell…