GIRLS WITH GUNS or how can a nice girl like me be so nasty?

The Improbable Adventures of Improfanfic's Co-Mascots
Started By: David Kelk, dkelk@sympatico.ca
This Chapter By: Phoebe, ami_of_mercury@hotmail.com

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Episode Eleven: Confrontation and Desecration.

The sun shone through the filthy smog that hovered dankly over Tokyo, its 
light finding its way through the thick clouds and finally shining through 
a grime-encrusted window onto the face of the girl sleeping behind it.

Aika sat up. She yawned, mumbled and curled back under the covers - at which 
point Anniki poured a glass of water over her.

"AIIIYEEEE!!!! Why did you do THAT!!" Aika screamed, sitting straight up and
pulling the blanket around her.

"Oh, but you look so cute when you're angry," Anniki giggled, looking the girl 
up and down with a predatory smile.

"..."

"Come on, we have to find some people I know and try and get reality back on 
track," Anniki straightened and looked at her watch. "It's apparently Sunday, 
so you don't have to worry about school." She smiled again. "Just as well. 
That short camouflage fuku suits you *so* much better."

It took quite some time to convince Anniki that Aika didn't need any help 
dressing.

= = = = = 

Yuki stretched and yawned, hitting her head on the door handle.

"Yuki-chan!" came a voice from inside, "Don't forget the ocha is precisely 
34 degrees Celsius!"

"Hai, Saikyo-sama!" Yuki called, walking swiftly down the stairs. It was a 
great honour to be selected as Saikyo-sama's draught-stopper for the night. 
She must strive to be worthy of such distinction! She opened the front door 
and hurried down the path to the mailbox, intent on retrieving the morning 
paper. So intent, in fact, that she only noticed the kitten when it leapt 
for her throat...

= = = = =

"It should be in here somewhere..."

At the heavenly voice soaring through the thin wall, Mr Sunshine instantly 
woke and rolled towards his spyhole, gibbering softly in excitement. He'd 
been so concerned, when his employees hadn't reported back. What if they 
had harmed his virgin bride?  Yet there she was, safe and well, rooting 
through piles of dirty laundry in search of something. As she bent over, 
her skirt rose up and up and up and up and up and up and up-

Becky straightened, mildly disturbed. For a moment she'd thought she'd 
heard the strangled scream of a psychopathic pedophile collapsing in 
frothing agony after overloading his pleasure circuits. Probably just the 
wind, she decided.

"Ohayoo, Becky chan!" Anniki strode into the room, a open trenchcoat 
flapping around her.

Just look at the face, Becky reminded herself. It's safer that way.

"Uh, I found it," she replied, showing the re-incarnated princess her 
address book. 

"Oh good!" Anniki smiled. "Tell me, Becky-chan - is Aika taken?"

"Huh?"

"Does she have a partner?"

"Well, I think she's single..."

Anniki smiled, and ran her tongue around her lips. "Iiiinteresting...." 
she purred.

Aika burst into the room, waving the paper. "Tuesday!" she shouted.

= = = = =

Johnny Cage knocked cautiously on the door, sneaking looks up and down the 
street.  "Shouldn't you have put something on over that?" he grumbled.

His partner sniffed. "No," she replied. "I'm going to show that little girl 
exactly what a *real* woman is like!"

Johnny sweatdropped. "You know Saikyo isn't Sakura, right?" 

With a sudden blur of ferocity, Sophia had him pinned to the door, her eyes 
two knives stabbing into his brain. "I told you *never* to mention that name 
again!" she growled softly

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Random Data File Entry #79: Sophia
(All statistics are rated from 1 to 10)
Intelligence: 4                    Age: If she tells you, she'll kill you.
Reflexes: 7                        Favorite Food: You don't *eat* with a 
Technical: 6                                      figure like that.
Body: 10                           Hobbies: Sado-masochism, ultra-violence.
Looks: 8
Charisma: 3
Cool: 4
Luck: Very very little
Psi: 0

Weapons: Whip.
Armor: Get real.

Background: After being expelled from Sex and Violence (along with her 
partner Johnny Cage) for being a complete loser even by the lax standards 
of that group, Sophia swore vengeance upon all other members of her former 
stable, and on Sakura, whose final humiliation of the Russian was directly 
responsible for her removal.  She has since wandered the streets of Tokyo, 
robbing blind homeless beggars and starring in tacky porn in order to earn 
the yen she needs for her revenge. Currently employed by Hirata Saikyo.
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Fortunately for Johnny, the door swung open, dumping him on the 'Welcome' 
mat.  Possibly unfortunately for Johnny, it was opened by a five-foot tall 
girl with red glowing eyes and extremely long fingernails. In one hand she 
held a sodden mass of flesh and blood.

"Yes?" she asked politely.

"Yuki, right?" Johnny asked, picking himself up, dusting himself off and 
completely oblivious to any ominous portents. "Can you tell Saikyo we're here?"

The girl smiled, sharp fangs poking out from the corners of her mouth. "Oh 
dear, I'm sorry," she purred. "A few things have changed around here. Saikyo 
won't be available for quite some time." She negligently dropped the mutilated 
body on the door step and stepped over it. "And *I'll* be running things from 
now on. You may call me Fuki."

Johnny shrugged. "Just as long as we get paid," he replied.

"Of course," Fuki assured him. "Now, if you'd please find and brutally 
slaughter this girl-" she proffered a photo "- I'd be eternally grateful."

Sophia took the photo, then looked up and smiled. "It'll be a pleasure," 
she nodded.

"Oh good!" Fuki smiled. "Now, do hurry! Her death is quite essential to 
the success of War Rocket Ajax. Plus, she stepped on me, and we can't 
have that!"

= = = = =

Becky was in full BA-3 mode, scanning the streets with one eye and the 
paper with the other. Thus it was that she missed the conversation 
behind her.

"Please, *please* do that thing up," Aika begged. "It's not very concealing 
if you let it hang open like that, and everyone is staring at you."

"Oh mu," Anniki pouted. "But if *you* want me to, Aika-chan..." She 
reluctantly fastened the two middle buttons. "Better? I like this thing 
you know, despite it's concealing nature, knowing that it once hugged 
your body, as it firmly flows around mine and-"

Aika pulled her face off the ground. "It's not mine," she managed, "It's my
ex-boyfriend's trench."

Becky turned. "What's a Mass Destruction Wedding?" she asked.

Anniki shrugged, causing several cars to crash. "I don't know. Why?"

"No reason. It won the Wedding of the Year competition, that's all."

Anniki peered at the photo. "They make a cute couple!" she smiled.

Aika looked over her shoulder. "She's *very* cute," she growled. Suddenly 
she was flying across the street, a whiplash burning into her back. She 
tried to jump to her feet, but a booted foot pushed down onto the back of 
her head.

"Prepare to call me *Queen*!" a woman's voice cackled.

Anniki growled softly under her breath. *Nobody* had the right to do that 
to her Aika! She stepped out of the trenchcoat, ignoring the sudden 
screeching of a massive pileup.

"Queen, eh?" she asked lightly, walking over and casually kicking the strange 
woman in the small of the back. "Say hello to a Princess!"

The End.

Okay, completely done. Sorry if I stuffed up Sofia's stats, I only know her 
from Ultra. 

Fuki = Feline + Yuki. Aint I clever? This is my last impro chapter for a 
while, since I leave for Japan in five weeks. *sniff*