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Specially designed for... well, a tag game. The pond is a vast 100 meters in diameter and covered in enormous lily pads and lotus flowers. There are only four, flat, slippery rocks the size of dinner plates in this pond. The rest are occupied by bamboo poles four inches in diameter and ranging from 2 to 10 feet in height. Students who train specially for speed and stealth come here to jump around and train. The entire vicinity is deathly silent, despite the beautiful appearance. It's also a great place to practice taichi, especially on the banks, although taichi on the poles wouldn't be bad either. There doesn't seem to be a lot of life forms around here, and not even the wind makes much noise. The only tree is the weeping willow that leers over the side of the pond.

Emi, the quite small, dusty-brown haired girl, sat on one of the lilly pads in the pond, swinging her feet back and forth in the cool water, her shoes and leg warmers on the pad next to her. She hummed to herself softly, looking at the vast sky. "What to do today, Emiii-chaaan?" She asked herself, examining the giant white puffs rolling around, known as 'clouds'.

Her large amber eyes examined te waters, and she leaned in, looking at her reflection. But she leaned in too far, and she fell in with a loud splash. Quickly, Emi struggled to get above water, but was franticly trying to stay above. Emi couldn't swim. Her small hands splashed the water, and Emi couldn't keep grip of the slippery lilly pad. "I-I can't--" Emi went under, "s-swim!" she exclaimed to no one, because she could see no one in sight. Emi was getting tired, and she was in panic. "H-help--!" she was cut off, and her plea was more silent, and she went under. She sucked in her breath, just so she could stay alive long enough, and she prayed.

Emi's eyes winced, and she opened one. She looked at the boy hwho helped her, but when she tried to talk, she choked. She clasped her hands over her neck, feeling like she was being stabbed in the throat. Her amber eyes glimmered with distress, and she opened her mouth again, managing a short wheeze. "See---" wheeze, "P-pea," gasp, "Are!" She choked, trying to say CPR.

Boy did she feel stupid, but she may have gotten a message across. She let out a sharp cry as she grabbed her stomache, rollin to one side. Pain. Lots of pain, and she felt like she might die.

Emi's eyes widened in shock as the boy accidentally touched her tongue, and she shot up as fast as she could and scooted away. Of course, water came up, and she spit it back into the pond. She did not face the boy who helped her, and she was hesitant to talk to him, but she did say, "Th-that meant nothing to me! I appreciate that you saved me, but, CPR is not kissing!" Of course, her face was pretty red.

There's no way she would let her life get in the way of her first kiss... In CPR, there is no romance, or any romantic feelings at all. It was just... giving somebody air to breathe. "So, that never happened!" Emi defended nervously. She didn't sound angry, but more shocked. She put her fingers over her mouth, looking back into the water. She didn't find herself to be very pretty, or very exciting either. She was just... normal Emi. "I-I'm sorry I was a burden.." she apologixed though, the tone of her voice quickly changing. After all... no one deserved to be around "trash" like her. She noticed the bo left, however.

"No one wants to hang around... trash like me." She said, the word trash emphasized greatly. She stood up, readying herself to leave, but her wrist was grabbed tightly, and jerked sharply. Emi dared not turn, for a gun was quickly put to her head. However, she did reach for her own gun, holstered on her right side. A foolish mistake was to grab Emi's left wrist, but no one knew which hand Emi used anyways. Emi quickly moved however, being quite agile, andshe kicked her captor behind the knees, knocking him to the ground. She sat on his back, her gun pointing to his head now.

Emi looked back at the boy, and noticed him shouting at another man in black. "Protected?" She whispered to herself. She stood up, kicking the man in the back of his head to knock him out. She leaped out of the pond, stand next to the boy, point her weapon at the man across the pond, who slowly made his way over. "I'll shoot!" She barked. "I'm not afraid to!" she almost had a look in her eyes that said "kill". And rarely was Emi violent.

"You owe me big time after this, kid." She mutterd, firing her weapon, but only so the bullte would scrape the mob member's cheek.

Emi put away her gun, always having it on her. People usually found it suprising when a 12 year old girl, undersized, was carrying a hand-gun. "Ah, I know how you feel." Emi replied simply, sitting next to him on the grass. "And what's this about shooting mob members? If I can shoot mafia, I can shoot mob." Emi sighed, closing her amber eyes, her dusty brown bangs falling over her eyes as she tilted her head.

"Don't worry about me getting hurt," Emi added, opening her eyes again, looking into the boy's, "I'm used to being hurt by the male gender. It's just how the life of trash is. Beat around a lot, never a moments peace. Often get a bad reputation, no friends. I wopuldn't mind having a friend, but there isn't a chance for me."

Emi blinked. "By the way, I'm Emi. Often called MiMi or Mi-chan. Who are you?"

Emi looked at Marco, catching his eyes for a moment. He seemed sincere, or at least, sincere enough. "Alright then, Marco. You got yourself a deal." Emi gave a cheeky grin. She fell backwards, looking at the sky as well. Likewise, she could predict his future. With mob guardians on his case, she could piece together all of the evidence. She was a girl, but that didn't make her stupid. There were many smart and strong women, like Harriet the Spy and Joan of Arc.

"Soo... you're dad is Tony Leno, correct? Or better known as 'Fat Tony'." Emi asked quietly. She was well informed about lots of things, especially organizations. "You probably have the fter of being the boss of the mob, huh?" emi knew she was right, however.

Emi was taken back by the sudden plea to not be killed by her. Emi, a spy? No way on God's green earth. Emi's eyes saddened, and she stood back up. She threw her gun down, and a few knives she used for if her gun was out of reach. Emi put her hands in the air, as if she was a prisoner. Her amber eyes looked right into Marco's sea green ones.

"No. If I was a spy, I would have killed you already." Emi turned, her back facing Marco. "But... you arent the only organization on the blocks. The Mitsudori family is a large orginazation scattered through-out Italy and Japan. Likewise, our futures are one in the same." Emi explained. Her dad was leader of the Mistudori mafia. Of course, he was Itallian, and her mother Japanese. It made perfect sense for Emi's appearance... her height and face from her mother, her hair and eye color her dads.

"I may have been born into a wealthy family, but I am an awful person... You don't have to try to understand."