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That's right I'm back. Heh, heh, heh >:D
I don't know if anyone remembers when I put this up awhile ago, then took it down 'cause noone was rewiewing it...
But I'm bringing it back because Spleefy liked it. ^__^
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The warm June air slapped the red-headed Irish man in the face, whilst his Chinese friend drove down the streets of some slum-looking neighborhood in South Minneapolis Minnesota.
Hell, if the duo had it their way, they'd be spending their time off on a nice warm San Fran. beach with a bevy of babes and drinks. Instead, they had to do Valmont's work and pick up some mob hood with a couple of rare and valuable- also rumored to be magic- swords.


Yep. Valmont was supposed to do it himself, but Shendu threw a major hissy fit a day before they were to leave. Ranting and raving about car sickness. Yeah right. He never had a problem with that before. He was just being a bitch to torment Valmont, hoping he'd have a mental breakdown or something just as nasty so he could attain total control over the crime lord's body.


Anyways, the original plan was for him to drive to Minnesota -drive because that cursed Chan wrecked his last personal plane, and taking a commercial flight would be a "no-no" what with the tightened security- and meet with "Ginusha" to pick up the two swords, then go back to Cali. But now, he had to rely on Finn and Chow since Foo and Ratso were busy running another errand. He didn't trust them to bring the swords safely back alone, so he ordered them to bring this "Ginusha" person back with them as well.


***

A shady looking figure dressed in a navy blue hoody, black Dickies work pants, and biker boots sat on the stoop of a run down looking duplex on the block of 2200. Said figure watched in cautious silence as a generic black mini-van pulled up and parked a few places down. Seconds later, out stepped two males, both appearing to be in their early to mid 30's.
The figure raised an eyebrow at their way of dress.
The shortest one had messy pitch black hair, black clothing to match, and a pair of sun glasses that were too big. Almost like he was trying to block people from looking into his soul, as eyes are the portal to one's own soul.
The taller one on the other hand, had blazing red gelled-back hair, looking like he just mugged John Travolta of all his 'Saturday Night Fever' gear. The redhead's kinda cute, in a 'Nummy King Diamond's sideburns' kinda way.
The figure as it continued to study the men, as they stood on the sidewalk whispering amongst themselves while throwing glances in the figure's direction.


"According to Map Quest this is the place, but let's ask that dude over there on the steps, just to make sure."
"Umm, Finn, I'm pretty sure that's a girl."
"No way man!" he snorted back as he took another glance while trying not to look like he was looking.
"Well, how many dude's have you seen with tits that big?"
"Errr..." Finn thought for a moment before he responded with "Tohru!"
They both sniggered before shuddering at the mere thought of their ex co-worker shirtless.


"C'mon."
Chow jerked his head like 'let's go' as he lead the way up the walk.
Like a little lamb, Finn followed while trying to stifle a grin, obviously still amused by his little quip.


The girl never once took her eyes off as they approached.
No doubt about it, one of 'em must be Valmont- probaly the redhead since the little one looks asian.
She could tell by the way that they acted that they weren't from around here, but more so by their clothes. Not even in Uptown has she seen anyone dressed like that, and that's really saying something!


"Excuse me." said the small asian as he now stood in front of the hoody-girl.
"We're looking for Gi-" but before he could finish, the girl stood up and raised her finger to her lips while beckoning them to follow with the other hand.
Chow gave Finn a 'What should we do?' look, but Finn just shrugged.


***

The girl had led them into the downstairs section of the duplex, past a bedroom with various action figures standing guard on a dresser and bookcase, and walls covered with anime and gasoo posters.
"Holy shit, Ratso would be in heaven if he were here." whispered Finn as he glanced around before going through an almost empty room, save for a weight bench and barbell in one corner, while a cheap card table with 8 or so chairs pulled 'round it occupied another corner.


Finally they arrived in a small front room with a comfortable-looking maroon couch against one wall while 2 matching chairs faced it. "Sit down, please." said the girl with a smile.
Chow took the right chair, and Finn the left as the girl sat down on the middle of the couch.
"Ahh, s'much better. No prying ears unlike outside. So now, which one of you's is Valmont?"


The oddly dressed men gave each other a quick sideways glance.
"Umm, you see..." tried Chow before Finn jumped in. "I'm sorry to say that Big- I mean Mr. Valmont couldn't come. He's tied up right now, so to speak, having trouble with his buisness partner back home. I'm sure you understand."
"Uh-huh. I see...." slowly replied the girl with one brow cocked. "Then who the hell are you people?"
"We're his Enforcers. Like I said, he couldn't make it so he sent us instead."
The girl scratched her cheek while slowly nodding, sizing up everything, wondering if it was some kind of set up.


"Hey kid, could you tell Ginusha we're here?" Asked the short asian.
"Kid?" both of her eyebrows shot up as the corners of her mouth shot down.
"Yeah, 'kid'."
"'Cuse me holms" she leaned in close twords him "how old do I look to you?!"
"Nn." he shrugged "15?"
"How about you?" she leaned over to 'Boogie Fever' who narrowed his eyes and took a wild stab at it. "16?"
With a slight half-assed grin, she sat up straight. "Try 23."
"Heh. Yeah sure kiddo" chuckled Chow.
"Wanna see my fuckin birth certificate?!" She looked as if she were about to leap up, so Finn held up his hands.
"Ok, ok, we believe you! No need to start World War fuckin 3! Just tell Ginusha we're here, 'kay?"


Back to the half-assed grin, the girl went into her pant pocket and whipped out 2 small white cards, handing one to each man.
"What the hell is this?" asked Finn in an annoyed voice as he looked at the card.
"My personal bussiness card holms! Just read it." She replied as Chow begin to read out loud.
"Ginusha: Mob Lord of the Chibi Crime Family.
'Kidknappings, chop-shop, loan sharking, gambling ring, and muscle.
We do that shit, and we do it well.'"


"Dude, you've got to be kidding..?!" exclaimed the sexy disco stud as he read the card for himself.
"I-I mean it's soo over the top!" he went on... "It's even got little gold-gilded kittens in hoodies holding Tommy Guns on each corner!"...and on.
"Heh heh, like it??" she proudly beemed. "The kitties were my idea."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," The asian man butted in "so you're trying to say that YOU'RE Ginusha?!"
Turning her attention to him, she replied. "Yes, yes I am. Now you know my name, I wanna know yours."


"I'm Finn, that's Chow," Finn quickly tucked the card into his inside breast pocket.
"But how do we know you are who you say you are?
'Cause if you're dicking us around, girl or no I'm gonna kick your face in."
"Yeah, where the hell are the swords?" demanded Chow, lowering his shades to give her a threatening glare.


"Hold up just a fuckin' minute dood." her voice staying casual and cool. Quite the controdiction from her words. "No need to start World War Fuckin' 3,..as you said." Finn narrowed his eyes at her, wondering if she was taking a shot.
"Heh, chill fella. The swords are locked away in my partner's room. Unfortunatly, he grabbed my keys by mistake before he left today, so we gotta wait until he comes back."


"When will that be?" asked Finn, who was almost at the point of dishing out some ass-whooping, as he put his thumb and index finger on his cheek bone and temple.
"Damned if I know. Right now, he's running a card game over North at a friend's house. Just depends on who showed up, and if they picked up any rich pidgeons........Yeah!" Her face lit up as she thought of something to kill the time.
"You two hungry? I know a sweet ass place, lots of food plus they know me and Trang Va, so that could solve the problem of yous believing me."


"Who's 'Trang Va'?" asked Chow.
"My partner- him and his older bro Vang live upstairs, but right now Vang's over in Vietnam visiting their folks. It sucks 'cause he's the only one of us who drives. Well except Little Ong, but he's with Trang. Err, sooo, you's wanna go out and eat? It'll be my treat since you's are my guests, plus I can have Trang meet us there when he's finished."


Finn looked over at Chow with a 'why us?' expression, but Chow mumbled while looking at his faux Rolex watch. "It's been over 4 hours since we stopped at that Taco Bell."
"Alright, alright we'll go." Finn sighed. Even though he didn't admit it, he was feeling pretty damn hungry himself.


"Cool, I just gotta call up Trang and tell him what's up."
With that she plunged a hand into the pouch of her hoody and pulled out a black cell phone, pecking numbers with her index finger like a chicken. Bobbing her head, she waited for the other end to pick up.


"Hey ninja!" She formed a genuine smile as her back sank into the velvety couch cushion.
"Hey, so how's the game going? Holy damn! THAT much money? Wha? You gotta deal now? Ok, ok, er, when do you think it'll be over? Really? Cool. Say...."


Chow and Finn took the opportunity to talk amongst themselves in low voices while Ginusha was occupied with her conversation.
"What do you think so far?" Chow had asked his friend.
"I dunno, I'm going to keep my eye on her so she doesn't try to pull any shit."
"Yeah, I wish Valmont made this trip himself. We always gotta deal with the freaks!"
"Hey man, I feel sorry for Ratso and Hak Foo. Just think of the crap Shendude's got them doing."
"Eh, I guess you're right, robbing graves isn't my idea of fun."


"Hey you two!" Ginhusha had finished talking on the cell, and was putting it into her right pant pocket.
"Everything's set up, he thinks the game'll go another hour and a half then he'll meet up with us."
"Okay, let's get going." urged Finn as he and Chow got up.
"Alright juss a second, I need to take off my hoody."


In front of both wide eyed men, Ginusha shamelessly lifted it up and off over her head. Underneath, she had on a green Dragon Ball short sleeved t-shirt. Her now visible long golden brown hair was pulled into two seperate front braids that ended at her waist. Tattoo's covered both of her arms from below the elbow to the wrist, except one that was by her right thumb.

"Now I'm ready, let's jet."




Und here ends revised chapter the 1. I shall add chapter 2 when I finish reworking it. As for Chapter 3, gotta wait until I write it, seeing as what I did write died with my old computer.

Gina's album pick this chapter:
Asbestos: To The Memory Of The War Victim....
~27 tracks of kick-ass Japanese noise metal!~