title; the time machine

author; kuroinu666

summary; my name is Alexia D. Greenwood, i am a scientist at the space and time university of 2020, i was chosen for this project as a guinea pig to be sent into the past but ended up in 3036! i meet a strange boy and other choice characters, but i really need to get home...

DP was on a job with Kosuna to collect a small dept from a young couple who owed a few million to a loan shark. The couple had payed the dept in full on the spot and humbly apologized with bows so deep they were practically kissing the ground.

"Damn Kosuna," Kanta said as they trudged home, "I don't know about you, but that was the easiest 3,000 yen i ever made!"

Kosuna nodded in agreement.

They needed to restock on food and ammo ASAP but knowing her Master, he would most likely blow it all off in less than twenty minutes when they got back to town...

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something lying on the ground not thirty feet to her left.

"Hang on a mo, Master, look at that!" Kosuna broke into a run t'words what was turning out to be a person. DP simply rolled his eyes and walked in the general direction Kosuna went, muttering all the way about wasting time.

A girl lay motionless, half buried in sand, her pack and parcels strewn around her.

Kosuna was amazed at what the person wore. a skin tight, black and gold jump suit. A matching helmet lay inches from her scalp where it had been wrenched from her head by the desert sand. She had a pretty face and wore some sort of goggle/glasses on her head. Her bust size was somewhat smaller than Junkos but still considerable...Kosuna blushed a little. Moving on...the lady had long, dark brown hair, and...a tail! A long, cerulean string starting from a cylinder at her hip and threading into the sky a bit before dissapearing into nothingness.

Kanta made a quick, two-note whistling noise from behind her. Kosuna looked around to see Kanta had taken off his helmet, a sad smile spread over his face. He shook his head.

Kosuna looked at him expectantly, "Chief..."

"NO!" He said a bit to loudly, "the last time i helped out a broad in the desert, she ruined my life. And while this chick is a real looker, I, We, don't want anything to do with another one, now strip her and take her stuff and lets go."

He knew Kosuna hated Junko, and despite all testosterone, he did too, so adding We would suggest this new girl was another rival for Kosuna, as well as another love-hate relationship for him.

Kosuna did as her boss said, she began inspecting the womans body. in the corner of her suit, on her left boob was some strange symbols that said;

Time and Space University

No: 007

Alexia D. Gweenwood

red ruM Project

Kosuna had no idea what to make of it but the writing looked like something out of the Dark Ages. What a weird place for someone to be stranded...Kosuna looked around, the landscape was bare, aside from a small, long abandoned stone house not far off in the distance. But she couldn't have come from it, there were no foot prints in the sand...but it was the desert, the wind blew with a vengeance. Kosuna shook her head and resumed her un-started task.

As she leaned over to unzip the jumpsuit, she heard Kanta yell at her from his spot by Alexia's backpacks. He stood fast, throwing his helmet back on.

"Get down Kosuna!" He yelled franticly, loading his winchester,"Bitch's pack'in heat!"

As if on cue, Alexia pushed Kosuna up off herself and delivered a pack-a-punch, sledgehammer-of-a-kick into Kosunas stomach who flew backwards, landed, assumed the fetal position, and fell unconscious.

Kanta shot two rounds at the angry woman, then quickly reloaded, but the bullets never reached her. They stopped inches from her face as a carmine electricity flashed, they then fell dead at her feet. She whipped out a small handgun he had never seen before and shot four rounds at him.

He dodged the first, the second nicked his arm, dodged the third, and got hit dead on by the fourth.

Kanta doubled over as blood burst from his side, he swayed for a moment like that before a gust of wind knocked him off his feet onto his good side. He pulled out his own handgun, it was much bulkier and inconvenient than hers, but it would do.

The Desert Punk aimed his gun at the chick and emptied the clip. All the bullets were true, but the same red lightning came, this time starting closer to her face, but every one of the bullets were stopped dead. He pushed himself to his feet dispited the angry protests from the gaping wound in his stomach.

The sun was setting, it would be cold and dark soon, it was time to wrap this up...

As she approached, he jumped backwards as far as possible, which was only a few extra feet, not to mention the force of the landing almost brought him to his knees again. Behind his back he pulled the pin and primed a grenade for five seconds, then threw it at the chick.

Before it hit her she snapped her fingers. Kanta shielded his eyes with his hands as the grenade ran out of time and exploded right in her face. He shielded his eyes from the blast and quickly pulled off his helmet and placed it next to himself before throwing up the contents of his stomach as well as about a pint of blood. Punk then reloaded his clip and waited for the worst.

As the smoke cleared, the edge of his vision began to blur with black. The now crimson electricity flickered, then slowly began to fade.

She glared at him and he did the same. He pointed the gun at her but she was close enough now to kick the gun out of his hand, and in his current state it would have been just as prosperous to ask him nicely for it. Kanta sneered at her through half closed eyes, his own blood stained his teeth a pale pink.

"Little...bitch..." he scowled at her between gasps. She threw one of her sledgehammer-kicks into his stomach which sent him flying a good twenty feet into the wall of the old stone house. As the wall crumbled around and on top of him, his organs, ribs, and consciousness collapsed inside him. He saw the chick pick up Kosuna by the collar of her sand cape and dragged her in his direction and picking up her packs and the things Kosuna and he had dropped, including his helmet.

Off in the distance he saw three blurry objects, but they were probably just illusions...

The Demon of the Desert blinked and then the chick was standing over him, looking into his half-closed eyes.

"your an ugly one, aint'cha?" she said as she pressed a cloth to his mouth. "Does this smell like chloroform to you?"

"...oou...uckind...hor..." he moaned under the cloth before he let the blissful darkness absorb him. The relief of unconsciousness took over and he abandoned the excruciating agony burning into his abdomen.

She didn't need to use drugs, he would have been unconscious soon anyway...

well? i feel like a pioneer, no one has really written a DP fic yet cept fer Mostpower and if anyone reads and reviews this im sure it wont be fer another billion years, but i'm surenow that Funi dubbed it, and a new rumor is going around that a team scanned the first few chaps of the manga (thank you so much!) it should get more popular and new DP fics will come out (*sigh* and yes, i do realize it's a pipe dream) dont get me wrong, i have no beef with Mostpower, but one fic aint gonna cut it....so now we have two....super...

kanpai!

Arigato!

Syonara!

Triple 6, out!