Created 8:31 PM 6/15/00 HK time
Author's Note: This story takes place long before the actual happenings
in the Magical Girl Hunters series. Beforehand, I'd like to apologize
if it comes across as too serious for the subject matter.

WARNING: PG-18 (Cursing, Mature Situations)

Magical Girl Hunters Omake: Rain Dance

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	Yoi was in hell.

	It drizzled badly in the room, as the roofing tiles clattered
and blood washed away in a torrent of dark movement, crawling on the
floor even as the roaches were, scampering frantically in fear of the
hammering pulses of muddied water.

	Even through the rain, the heat was oppressive.

	Beside him, Itami stood, drenched in rainwater and winded, a
fair bruise already forming across his cheek. A thin scarlet trail of
blood crossed his lip, cutting a ghastly image into his normally cool
demeanor. As he looked at his friend, Yoi knew that he probably fared
far worse. He felt his nose and winced in pain. Not broken, but close.
After all, it wasn't everyday that he had his own gun kicked back into
his face.

	The gun, a light Sig-Sauer, now lay three paces before him,
soaked in the building flood. Alongside it lay a sword, still sheathed.
Itami's. Both weapons sat awaiting their rightful owners. A few steps
back was the now-lifeless body of their client, neck snapped off at a
crazy angle, a gold necklace hanging from the twisted throat. Given any
choice, Yoi and Itami would have taken that as their cue to grab the
cash and run...

	If their client's assassin wasn't holding them up in the room.

	"Your move, Jappo."
	The figure stood, gaunt in the rain, a cold look of almost
demonic concentration in his face as he stared the pair down. The way
his body stood askew in the downpour was a challenge to the two, almost
daring them to take action. He was chinese, from the way his speech
slurred; Accent tainted his voice even as the rain showered down on
them all.

	"Shit..." Yoi spat, halfheartedly, as he locked eyes with their
enemy, firm and unwavering in his stance. "You got any suggestions,
Itami, lemme know now..."

	Itami sighed, and answered in his usual, matter-of-fact tone.
	"You should have brought another gun."

	Yoi gave his friend a look askance. That was to have been a
serious error. Had the situation been different, Yoi might have laughed
at his partner's almost ridiculous comment. Unfortunately for the pair,
there was no time to appreciate mirth, as both were blasted completely
backwards by the chinaman's sudden attack.

	He made an important mental note that day as a Doc Marten boot
sole crashed flat on his chest, sending him on a one-way flight to the
brick wall just behind him.

	Never. Never again. No matter HOW high you're paid, even if the
pay is 75% in advance and in cash... Never again take a case that has
NOTHING to do with Magical Girls. Ever.

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	It started out easy enough. Same-old, Same-old. An evil, but
decidedly human wizard walked in, asking for their help. Yoi and Itami
had only been in the Magical Girl-killing business a couple of months,
but business had begun picking up recently, and pretty soon they had a
small air of repute about them.

	So it wasn't really much of a suprise to get slavering youma,
evil wizards, or other less-than-holy folk around doing some chummy
business with you. In fact, it was a welcome change that their new
client actually took pains to look, well, normal... In plain business
attire. He introduced himself as Shogo Masanori, a 9-to-5 salaryman who
just happened to be moonlighting as an evil wizard hell-bent on world 
domination. It was odd, but not really all that surprising anymore.

	What surprised them was what the client requested.

	It was simple, really. Masanori went by the gaudy name of
"Fuhrer Jamatta". It was one of the more ridiculous names that Yoi had
heard in his life, but he kept that to himself. The Wizard initially
started out with a few magical girl problems. Bingo. Actually, he had
already taken care of them, and everything since then seemed okay until
recently, when some wacko started making random assassination attempts
on him... His car's brake linings were cut, he was pushed onto some
railroad tracks... Typical stuff, replied Yoi. But the Wizard-wannabe
was sure it was serious.

	The worst, claimed Masanori, was when he survived strangulation
in a train. He barely escaped, but the assailant got away. What made
this unique was that the instrument used in strangling him was a sort
of Magical Girl item, a necklace from one of the Magical Light Angels.

	Three Magical Girls, Masanori assured Yoi, who were long dead.

	"Why come to us?" Yoi had responded. "Far as I see, there's no
proof that a Magical Girl is at all involved. And you're supposed to be
an evil Wizard... you can deal with it, right?"

	Masanori/Jamatta kept his worried expression on, not living up
to half his declared title of 'Fuhrer'. "Names are of great power in
magic, Mr. Kurasaka. That's why I was able to destroy the Magical Light
Angels, because I had finally found their real names...

	"...But this assailant; I don't know his name, I don't know his
reasons for attacking me. Maybe he was a beau, maybe even a lover of
one of those girls. I don't know. And I am a magician, not a physical
combatant. I wish your help and services, Kurasaka-San. I want you to
be my body-guards for at least one week, until I finish my final spell.
I work in an multinational stocks firm; embezzling the money will be
easy. I'm ready to pay you two anything."

	It was ridiculous at first, and Itami was completely against
the idea from day one. But their client was singing to the tune of 
Seven Million in American Dollars, One Million for each day of service,
and the first three-quarters of which were readily paid to them in
advance. In CASH. What the hell, Yoi grunted. This wacko after their
client was no magical girl, from the way he or she was operating. At
best a Magical Girl wannabe, but not the real thing. After all, the
typical 'MG' went around announcing spiels and speeches before their
potential victims; It was something so ingrained into their psyche that
there was just no way an MG could track down any of their targets
without their egos revealing their presence. No, MG's could never be
THAT subtle if their lives depended on it.

	Yoi couldn't resist. There'd be no problem with police; after
all, they ARE bodyguards. After facing backstabbing youma, obsessive
Kamen, and of course, homicidal Magical Girls, this job was quickly
shaping up to be a relative pushover. The nut may not even show up,
which meant that he and Itami might possibly earn Seven Million doing
nothing more than kill time. Easiest Seven Million they'd ever have to
make.

	Yoi didn't realize how bad it was until the chinaman hit them.

		============================

	The rain felt like a lover's caress on Yee's face as he stood,
back in ready position, to face the pair that were still alive. He
shook his head as he saw the two Nihon-jin standing up. They seemed to
have a stubbornness far beyond the usual among Japanese. Almost like
his former gangmates in Hong Kong. 

	Far too stupid to know when to quit.

	Maybe I kicked them in the head too hard? Or not hard enough.

	Yee suddenly remembered Yoko. Aggressive, tomboyish, hard-
headed... But ultimately charming Yoko. She would never have approved
of what he was doing now. Just like her, he mused. Tough as nails but a
real softie at heart.

	Yoko, who he'll never see again.

	It was in this disposition that Yee allowed himself a twinge of
mild compassion. After all, he had already achieved his main objective:
to find and kill Shogo Masanori, the man who liked to be known as
Fuhrer Jamatta. As far as he was concerned, the two Japanese he faced
right now probably had no idea of who... or what Jamatta was. They
probably didn't even seriously think about getting hurt... or killed.

	Probably.

	But they had already seen his face, they could point him out if
it came to that. And what would he say in defense? Who would believe
that an ordinary salaryman like Masanori was actually an evil wizard?
If not jail, they'd throw Yee in the funny ward. No, he couldn't just
let them go. They knew his face.

	"My name... Is Yee Hou Tang."

	And now, his name.
	Yee smiled malignantly.

	"Get up, Jappo. Time to die."

		============================

	Yoi lifted his head just in time to see the chinaman go at him
again, spinning like a top in mid-air, with one leg extended, whipping
towards his face at blistering speed.

	"Oh, SH---!!!"

	Yoi didn't finish the expletive, seeing as all the wind was
knocked out of him in that sudden blow.

		============================

	Itami grunted as he got to his feet. Out of the corner of his
eye he saw Yoi block the chinaman's kick with his cheek. Not the most
effective of countertechniques, as his friend cartwheeled in the air
while making a sound roughly equivalent to that of a melon slamming on
the sidewalk. The chinaman had already extended his other leg, twisting
from the rebound of his first kick and going for a lethal back kick
aimed at Itami's nose.

	There was no time. Itami hurled his arms in the air before his
face in a shirahadori position, hoping to catch the kick in mid-thrust,
much like the way he was taught to catch swords with his bare palms.

	Unfortunately, a kick was nothing like a sword. At best, Itami
allowed his forearms to absorb some of the impact. A mild grunt was his
reply as he toppled backward, slipping on the rain-drenched floor as 
the impact blasted him off-balance. He felt a sharp pain coincide with
the loud, wet SPLAT that he made upon striking the floor. It was not
over yet, though, as he suddenly felt a rain of solid blows erupt in
his side as the chinaman heel-kicked him viciously.

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	Yoi shook his head groggily, trying to rid himself of the body
shock from that earlier kick. A few words dripped from his lips, all
unintelligible even to himself as he struggled to get his bearings. In
his ears rung the dull, repetitous thuds of metal on flesh and bone. As
his eyes cleared, he made out the hazy image of Itami, silent but
obviously in trouble, as the chinaman continued to jackhammer his boots
into Itami's side with sheer hate.

	Wait... Metal?

	Doc Marten boots. Steel-Toe inserts, probably custom made.
	Yoi cursed. No wonder the chinaman's kicks hurt so hard.

	Gun. Get the damn gun!

	Yoi's vision finally cleared enough to see the Sig on the floor
a few feet from his position. Without hesitation, he made a dive for
the weapon. It was a good leap; his hand was right on top of the Sig's
handle.

	Unfortunately, Yee saw him.

		============================

	Even as Yoi dove for the Sig, Yee snapped around and dashed for
the weapon. He was on Yoi in a heartbeat, but just as he was about
strike the weapon from Yoi's hand, he felt a great weight slam into him
from behind and into the floor, facefirst. 

	Damn! Yee twisted his body inward, to roll with the weight. How
the hell did that big Nihonjin recover so quickly? Even so, there was
too much momentum for either of them to stop the slide. Reflexively,
Yee threw his legs outward as soon as he rolled up. it was a desperate
gamble that paid off, as one foot landed painfully on Yoi's head,
causing him to loose grip of his weapon. Another second, and Yee threw
his head back to meet with Itami's nose, also causing his grip to
slacken. Slightly winded, Yee rolled away from the two.

	Can't rest now... Gotta get them before...

	Yee paused.
	All three stopped in mid-crouch.

	The pistol lay, dead center, of a circle that the three of them
made. They eyed each other warily, whipping glances from one another,
to the gun. It lay, tempting and mocking, just within arm's reach...
Who would dare?

	Yoi did not hesitate. But neither did Yee.

		============================

	Yoi had the gun in hand for all of a quarter-second when it was
kicked up and away. The chinaman slid to one side on the floor and shot
a quick right leg thrust kick at his wrist, knocking the weapon out of
Yoi's hand.

	Not on to waste movement, Yee recompressed his kicking leg and
shot out again, dead into Yoi's groin, causing the latter to expunge a
breath and fall backwards, doubled up in pain. The other leg whipped
around even as his first leg returned, delivering a quick slap-kick to
Itami's right cheek in one sinous movement.

	The gun dropped back to earth, landing comfortably in Yee's
outstretched palm as he then rolled away and stood, levelling the
weapon at his opponents. There was no mocking, no grin, no joy in Yee's
mien. Only a steel-hard stare that promised death to the first to move.

	Yoi and Itami instantly froze in their tracks.
	The chinaman regarded both the way a rabid dog did his captors.

	Yoi recovered first, still cringing from his pained groin.
	"Okay... Itami... Whadda we do now...?"

	"No idea.", Itami calmly muttered beneath his bleeding lips.
	It was something Yoi could not help but relate with.

		============================

	He continued to keep the gun and one eye trained on the two
Japanese even as he backtracked toward Masanori/Jamatta's body. Yee
deftly pulled the gold necklace from the corpse's throat, gently, as he
held it lovingly to his cheek.

	I got him, Yoko. I got him for you.

	Yee looked squarely at his two hostages even as he rose to his
feet. He was still breathing heavily from the exertion, feeling some
thing he had not really expected in an opponent of this kind.

	Respect.

	Respect enough to tell him the reason...

	"She was gonna quit, you know..."
	Maybe it was loneliness. Maybe guilt. Maybe pride. Maybe it was
even some feeling of justification for what he did. Whatever reasons he
could think of, Yee could not reconcile himself with anything less than
simply speaking his side.

	"She had enough of the Magical Girl life. Her friends, too.
This asshole was supposed to be the last one..." Yee's voice drifted,
even as he felt chilled by the cool, unemotional way that he spoke his
story. "...The last one. After that, we were gonna go away together.
Cheesy, huh? But you guys really don't give a shit, do you?"

	"Oh geez...", Yoi muttered under his breath. "We got a real
certifiable wacko on our hands here..."

	He stood to his feet, indignant, but kept his silence. Itami
warily looked for his sword, but found it out of reach, behind him.

	"Hear that? This was her LAST JOB. Once HE was gone, that would
have been it. No more ditzy Magical Girl shit. No more of that cotton-
candy rainbow colored saviors of garbage. Just the real thing. THE REAL
THING. Just Yoko and me... Not some cliche gag you see in the movies,
pal... Real..."
	The memory of her bare skin on his at once made him both hurt
and assured. Yee was unsure whether the water running down his face
were really tears or merely the rain. However, the shaking in his voice
was unmistakable.
	"...She ain't nothing like the others. She was SOMEBODY. To ME.
She wasn't just another costumed twit... She was MY GIRL..."

	The kisses in the night.
	The warm mornings wrapped in her arms.
	The way she made him forget his past, and hope for the future.
	No. It was not the candy-coated innocently-hued love that most
others of her ilk preached. This was the real thing. Flesh, Spirit,
Mind, Body... All locked in passionate embrace every time he looked
into her eyes and surrendered to her caresses in the dark of night.
	The moments he spent with her. Moments that he would never,
ever trade for any other woman in the world.

	Gone. All of it.

	Masanori was dead. He kept his oath.
	But there was nothing else.

	None of it could every bring Yoko back.

	Yee began to sob, his icy facade crumbling.
	"Y'know what it's LIKE, being a street kid in Hong Kong? You
have any IDEA how it's like to kill your way to the top? To finally
escape all that crap and come here without a single fucken penny to
show for it after so long...?"

	Yoi didn't fully understand, but he saw Itami slowly, warily,
shake his head. Yee chuckled mirthlessly.
	"Yoko... She was the only good thing that ever happened to me,
and HE took her away. I got 'im, but it's too late. She's dead, man..."

	Yoi gaped in shock as he saw the Sig's barrel flick away from
himself and Itami, and come to rest gently on Yee's temple.

	"...Without her, life just ain't worth living."

	Yoi tensed, unsure. If he made any sudden move, there was no
telling what the Chinaman would do.
	"...Look... I know you've been having some problems..."

	"Jappo... You have NO idea..."
	For a moment, he hesitated. A small voice in his soul was
afraid, frightened of the implications that suicide meant in the after-
life. However, it was overriden by Yee's remaining logic.

	I failed to protect Yoko the first time.
	I don't deserve to see her ever again.
	If that means I go to hell, so be it.

	...I'll make Masanori's life even more of a hell...

	For some reason, a devilish grin came to his face.
	Yee took one last, contemptous look at his witnesses.

	"May you live in interesting times... Assholes..."
	He pulled the trigger, and asked a silent plea of forgiveness
from Yoko as his brains blew out behind him.

		============================


"Who lives forever, anyway?"
	- Queen, Who Wants to Live Forever?

Postscript:
	I've been trying to cook up an MGH Omake for quite some time
now, but was never satisfied with the story or result, possibly because
I was putting too much effort into being witty and comedic, but not
enough into the actual storytelling. I can it tell to you right now
that I positively SUCK as a comedian, and should stick to writing
angst-ridden and gritty stories from now on. Oh well, here's my first
attempt at a violent and action-packed fic...

Special Thanks To:
- Jet Li. What, it wasn't THAT obvious? ^^x;;;
- John Woo. Specifically his old movie "The Killer". I am unworthy.
- The Folks and Fic-writers at Impro. The masters of finely detailed
insanity that we've all come to know and ultimately love. ^^x;;;

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