Hey there! Glad to see that my story has piqued your interest :) This is an AU and OOC story; it's basically James Bond with a Mai Hime/Mai Otome twist. It has some semblance of plot, and hopefully I can update it somewhat consistently.. Enjoy! (And review if you see a problem, there's always room for improvement.)

Warning: Violence, swearing, and will probably have some girl-on-girl action in the future. All the good stuff. ;)
Disclaimer: Don't own a single darn thing, either James Bond or Mai Hime. T'is a shame, really..

The dark-haired woman hit the side of the plane hard and groaned in pain. Shaking her head, her green eyes gleamed with competition as she looked at the two gigantic henchmen, one whom had just flung her against the wall like a rag doll.

"Is that all you've got, old boy? I'm barely breaking a sweat here," she taunted.

One of the men growled incoherently and rushed at the beautiful woman. She used the side of the plane as a springboard and neatly ducked under a swinging fist. Pivoting around, she gave a vicious kick to his back. With a grunt, the man stumbled forwards and landed in a heap on the floor.

The green-eyed beauty staggered as the plane tilted sharply to the side, and the second henchman used the opportunity to rush towards her with a knife in his hand. Rolling her eyes, she sidestepped the desperate jab and rolled forwards to the other side of the plane, putting some distance between her and the knife-wielding assailant.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to bring a knife to a gunfight?" she deadpanned as she pulled out a Walther P99 and shot the surprised man once in the chest.

The man fell onto his back with a groan. Ignoring the blood pouring onto the floor, the woman turned to a steel container situated at the back of the plane and opened it. She took out two small vials filled with clear liquid, putting them carefully in a sealed bag, and turned to leave when a strong arm tightened around her neck.

"Gakkk—" The woman struggled as the second henchman began to fiercely choke her from behind with his forearm.

Grabbing onto his wrist, the woman twisted it sharply to the right. The sharp crack of breaking bone echoed in the air, and the henchman released the dangerous woman with a cry of agonizing pain.

"Stupid—prick—" she managed to gasp out as she hit him in the sternum with the heel of her hand. The man doubled over in agony, and she grabbed him by the head. With a mighty heave, she bashed his head against the now-empty steel container, rendering him nearly unconscious.

Dragging him over to the plane door, she kicked it open. The wind howled violently as it rushed into the cargo hold, but the woman kept a firm grip on the henchman as she prepared to throw him 17,000 feet into the air.

The man's eyes widened with fear as he saw the very, very far fall to the ground, and he desperately shouted, "Wait!"

Green eyes looked at him impatiently. "Yes?"

The man scrambled through his mind for something to say; unfortunately, he wasn't the type of man that was used to thinking. The green-eyed beauty huffed.

"I haven't got all day, you know," she coldly stated.

He desperately blurted out the first thing that came into his head. "Who are you?!"

At this, the woman paused, and gave off a heart-stopping smirk; somehow, this made her face look even sexier, and all the more terrifying. The man nearly peed himself.

She responded with an arrogant smirk, "The name's Kruger. Natsuki Kruger."

Then threw him off the plane.

"Well, that was ridiculously easy."

She stood there congratulating herself with a smug smile on her face, until:

"Shit! Who's flying the plane?!"

A quick glance at the cockpit confirmed that no, there was no pilot, and yes, the plane was probably going to crash into that mountain up ahead. No, scratch that; she was certain that the plane was going to crash.

"Of all the miserable luck—where's the damn pilot?!"

Natsuki then spotted the pilot, slumped in his seat with a bullet from her Walther P99 nestled comfortably in the back of his head.

Natsuki rolled her eyes and smacked herself for her forgetfulness. "Right, Kruger, you shot him."

She whirled around and scanned the plane with her eyes. Her heart—well, it didn't exactly sink; she was too cool for that—but it gave a little jump as no parachute came into view.

"Goddamnit, why the hell couldn't they keep the parachutes in plain sight?!"

Casting one more desperate look about her, Natsuki finally spotted a parachute pack peeking out under the first henchman's body. She tugged it out from underneath the body, wrinkling her nose when she saw that it was saturated with blood.

"That's going to leave a stain…"

Putting on the parachute, she looked once more at the cockpit, only to be startled at how close the mountain now was.

"Sonuva—!" Sprinting to the exit, she dove out of the plane.

-BOOM-

Hearing an ear-shattering boom behind her, Natsuki chanced a glance over her shoulder to see that what remained of the plane could now only be classified as scrap metal. Feeling a familiar rush of exhilaration after narrowly escaping death again, she gave a mental cheer. Kruger: 247, Death: 0. Take that, Grim Reaper! As she plummeted dizzyingly fast towards the ground, her phone rang. With a nonchalant flick of her hand, Natsuki answered the phone.

"Kruger."

She immediately winced as she heard a very familiar caustic voice.

"007, I do hope you've been having fun while nearly letting the president of Indonesia get assassinated at his own inauguration ball."

Natsuki grinned shamelessly. "H! Nice to hear from you, too. You know I would never miss a good party, although that disgruntled separatist did put a damper on my night, and a hole in my best tuxedo."

An irritated sigh came through the phone.

"My condolences. Now, please tell me that you've found the vials of hydrogen cyanide."

"Not to worry, H, I found enough evidence to charge the Indonesian Unification Front on counts of bioterrorism and the intent to commit mass murder," Natsuki replied cheerfully. "A job well done, if I say so myself."

A reluctantly amused huff was heard.

"Just return to headquarters before you blow up a mountain or something."

Glancing at the burning wreckage she had just left behind, Natsuki smirked.

"Too late. I might as well stop by Jakarta, see how the president's doing, take in the sights. You know how it is."

A disbelieving snort came through the static. "I find that hard to believe. What the hell are you going to do in Jakarta, 007?"

Natsuki nonchalantly replied, "More like who I'm going to do. I'll call you back, H."

With a roguish smirk, Natsuki hung up the phone, cutting off H's furious sputtering.

"God, I love my job."

H stared furiously at the phone in her hand.

"Jakarta!" Swiveling her chair around, the annoyed and harried blond Director General stared at a brown-haired woman sitting at a desk right outside her office.

"Yukino! What's the most elicit activity occurring in Jakarta that you can think of?"

The petite woman looked up from a mound of papers and straightened her glasses thoughtfully.

"It's 'illicit', Haruka. Perhaps Agent Kruger wanted to check out the recent opening of a new branch of the Viola Crime Syndicate in Jakarta—"

Haruka Armitage snorted and cut her off. "We're talking about Kruger here. That delinquent isn't that selfless; she's practically a Zionist!"

"'Hedonist.'" Yukino corrected. "Well, Jakarta is where the world's largest red-light district is located—"

A bellow resounded throughout the entire building. MI6 employees paused momentarily in their tracks at the interruption before continuing with their various tasks, while outside a flock of birds fluttered up in surprise and flew off into the horizon.

"KRUGERRRRRRR!"

And we're off. Next chapter up soon, hopefully!