Bishie Captors
"Welcome to the Bishie Preserve!" a frumpled looking woman said to two eager looking young women. "This is the largest preserve on this side of the vast nothingness."
"Really? Wow!" the blonde one exclaimed.
"How many bishies do you have here?" the brunette one asked the woman.
"5. They're extremely rare and hard to catch, seems most of them have a mind of their own." The woman answered.
"Gee.. That's not very many," the blonde one said, looking unimpressed.
The brunette elbowed the blonde and whispered "Be nice!"
The woman decided to ignore the blonde and turned to her computer, which was sitting at an information booth- like apparatus. "Please state your name, date of birth, and why you have come to this preserve."
The brunette spoke up first. "Sakura Kinoloto. I was born on Monthuary 12, and I have come about that job application you put in the newspaper."
The blonde stated, "Naoko-sama is what you may call me from now on. When I was born is none of your business: you should be happy with the fact that I am speaking to you. I have also come for the job application."
The woman glared at her. "WELL then, "Naoko-sama" it seems I have just the job for you. A BISHIE CAPTOR!!!" The woman started to laugh in a deranged tone.
Naoko looked horrified. "You-you can't do that to me!" She cried. "That's just not fair!"
The woman laughed again. "Too bad, sugar cakes. That's what I have decided to give you."
"It's NAOKO-SAMA," Naoko bellowed.
The woman rolled her eyes. "And you, Sakura, you shall also be a bishie captor."
Sakura's eyes widened. "But, I haven't done anything!"
"Too bad," the woman said. "Those are the only jobs open right now."
"No wonder you didn't put a description in the paper." Naoko muttered.
Bishie capturing was considered to be the most dangerous job in the world. Not only was it extremely hard to FIND a bishie in the first place, most bishies had. violent tendancies. If you weren't good, you didn't last very long.
Sakura turned to Naoko. "Well, if we both have to be bishie captors, then we might as well team up. Right?"
"You sure accept things quickly, why are you here for the job anyway?" Naoko asked.
"Well. I need the money for one. and I'm looking for a boyfriend," Sakura answered.
"Really??? My father disowned me," Naoko replied.
"I'm sorry," Sakura said.
"Don't be, he was a drunk fool all the time. Didn't even really know who I was," Naoko replied turning back to the woman. "So, what is our first job?"
"You two will need to find a bishie hunter," the woman told them. "Most of the time, these hunters are bishies themselves, although sometimes they can be rabid fangirls. Bishies work the best though because most of them know the most popular hiding spots. Now, come with me and I shall give you the tools of the trade." The girls followed the woman through a door behind the desk.
"Every bishie captor is equipped with a rope, mallet, and a butterfly net." The woman was saying as they walked down a hallway filled with doors of all sorts of colors. "Sometimes, if we have enough, the captors also get a tracking device, to find your bishie hunter when on the hunt, a retractable leash, for the more. excited ones, and a list of known bishies with their names, ranks, and who is after them. And, if you're REALLY lucky, a radar that tracks bishies within a 100 mile radius around you."
"Whoa. That's some pretty high-tech stuff," Naoko said, staring at a door labled "Bishie Cafeteria" as they walked by.
"Here we are," the woman said. They had stopped at a door lableled, "Bishie Captor Center". She opened the door. "Come on in."
The Center consisted of lockers to the left, and showers to the right. In the middle of the room was a large black box. Directly behind the box was another door. "Your uniforms are in the black box," The woman said. "You can find your tools and weapons through that door," she said, pointing to the closed door across the room. She handed them each a set of keys. "Here are the keyes to your locker, and various other rooms that you are allowed to go in within this preserve. The color of the door matches the color of the key. I expect you both to be here at 7:00 A.M. Tomorrow morning to start your captuting training. As for now, you may pick out your uniforms and your tools and put them in your locker." The woman left, leaving the two girls staring at their set of keys.
"She's a bit wacko isn't she?" Naoko asked as she started toward the black box.
"I don't really think so, she's just been waiting to get rid of this job," Sakura replied with a dark look behind her at the door.
The two proceeded to the black box and opened it. It was full of camouflaged apparel. They dumped the box out and found commando boots at the bottom along with.
"Oooooooh! Pretty scarves!" Sakura squealed.
Naoko picked up a red one. "I get this one!"
Sakura rummaged around the scarves for a while before pulling out a pink one. There were so many lockers in the room that it took both girls a while before they found the locker number that matched the number on the key.
"Gee. I have number 12,546,891. I wonder how many bishie captors there are," Naoko said awe struck.
Sakura just stared at all of the lockers. There didn't seem to be anyone else in the room at all. "Maybe. maybe they're dead." she whispered.
"Bah! They can't be dead, maybe they're off in a cave somewhere with their personal favorite bishie," Naoko said smiling at the dream of some handsome guy sitting next to her while she petted him.
Sakura opened her locker first and a large dust cloud rolled out over her. Naoko looked wearily from Sakura's locker to her own. After the dust settled and Sakura was covered in filth, they put their uniforms into the locker and went to pick their weapons.
"I hope they have all those hi-tech things that lady was talking about," Naoko said hopefully.
"Me too." Sakura assented and opened the door. It appeared to be a rather large broom closet lined with shelves.
Sakura walked over to one shelf, which was sagging from the weight of the mallets that were occupying it. She picked one up. "Hey, this isn't too heavy," she said.
Naoko walked over to another shelf. "Hey, we're in luck!" she said. It was holding several black boxes. "I think these are those radars that she was talking about." She picked one up.
Sakura walked over to another shelf. "And, here are the tracking devices!" she said and grabbed a couple. "Just in case we have more than one bishie."
Naoko smiled. "This is going to be fun."
"Welcome to the Bishie Preserve!" a frumpled looking woman said to two eager looking young women. "This is the largest preserve on this side of the vast nothingness."
"Really? Wow!" the blonde one exclaimed.
"How many bishies do you have here?" the brunette one asked the woman.
"5. They're extremely rare and hard to catch, seems most of them have a mind of their own." The woman answered.
"Gee.. That's not very many," the blonde one said, looking unimpressed.
The brunette elbowed the blonde and whispered "Be nice!"
The woman decided to ignore the blonde and turned to her computer, which was sitting at an information booth- like apparatus. "Please state your name, date of birth, and why you have come to this preserve."
The brunette spoke up first. "Sakura Kinoloto. I was born on Monthuary 12, and I have come about that job application you put in the newspaper."
The blonde stated, "Naoko-sama is what you may call me from now on. When I was born is none of your business: you should be happy with the fact that I am speaking to you. I have also come for the job application."
The woman glared at her. "WELL then, "Naoko-sama" it seems I have just the job for you. A BISHIE CAPTOR!!!" The woman started to laugh in a deranged tone.
Naoko looked horrified. "You-you can't do that to me!" She cried. "That's just not fair!"
The woman laughed again. "Too bad, sugar cakes. That's what I have decided to give you."
"It's NAOKO-SAMA," Naoko bellowed.
The woman rolled her eyes. "And you, Sakura, you shall also be a bishie captor."
Sakura's eyes widened. "But, I haven't done anything!"
"Too bad," the woman said. "Those are the only jobs open right now."
"No wonder you didn't put a description in the paper." Naoko muttered.
Bishie capturing was considered to be the most dangerous job in the world. Not only was it extremely hard to FIND a bishie in the first place, most bishies had. violent tendancies. If you weren't good, you didn't last very long.
Sakura turned to Naoko. "Well, if we both have to be bishie captors, then we might as well team up. Right?"
"You sure accept things quickly, why are you here for the job anyway?" Naoko asked.
"Well. I need the money for one. and I'm looking for a boyfriend," Sakura answered.
"Really??? My father disowned me," Naoko replied.
"I'm sorry," Sakura said.
"Don't be, he was a drunk fool all the time. Didn't even really know who I was," Naoko replied turning back to the woman. "So, what is our first job?"
"You two will need to find a bishie hunter," the woman told them. "Most of the time, these hunters are bishies themselves, although sometimes they can be rabid fangirls. Bishies work the best though because most of them know the most popular hiding spots. Now, come with me and I shall give you the tools of the trade." The girls followed the woman through a door behind the desk.
"Every bishie captor is equipped with a rope, mallet, and a butterfly net." The woman was saying as they walked down a hallway filled with doors of all sorts of colors. "Sometimes, if we have enough, the captors also get a tracking device, to find your bishie hunter when on the hunt, a retractable leash, for the more. excited ones, and a list of known bishies with their names, ranks, and who is after them. And, if you're REALLY lucky, a radar that tracks bishies within a 100 mile radius around you."
"Whoa. That's some pretty high-tech stuff," Naoko said, staring at a door labled "Bishie Cafeteria" as they walked by.
"Here we are," the woman said. They had stopped at a door lableled, "Bishie Captor Center". She opened the door. "Come on in."
The Center consisted of lockers to the left, and showers to the right. In the middle of the room was a large black box. Directly behind the box was another door. "Your uniforms are in the black box," The woman said. "You can find your tools and weapons through that door," she said, pointing to the closed door across the room. She handed them each a set of keys. "Here are the keyes to your locker, and various other rooms that you are allowed to go in within this preserve. The color of the door matches the color of the key. I expect you both to be here at 7:00 A.M. Tomorrow morning to start your captuting training. As for now, you may pick out your uniforms and your tools and put them in your locker." The woman left, leaving the two girls staring at their set of keys.
"She's a bit wacko isn't she?" Naoko asked as she started toward the black box.
"I don't really think so, she's just been waiting to get rid of this job," Sakura replied with a dark look behind her at the door.
The two proceeded to the black box and opened it. It was full of camouflaged apparel. They dumped the box out and found commando boots at the bottom along with.
"Oooooooh! Pretty scarves!" Sakura squealed.
Naoko picked up a red one. "I get this one!"
Sakura rummaged around the scarves for a while before pulling out a pink one. There were so many lockers in the room that it took both girls a while before they found the locker number that matched the number on the key.
"Gee. I have number 12,546,891. I wonder how many bishie captors there are," Naoko said awe struck.
Sakura just stared at all of the lockers. There didn't seem to be anyone else in the room at all. "Maybe. maybe they're dead." she whispered.
"Bah! They can't be dead, maybe they're off in a cave somewhere with their personal favorite bishie," Naoko said smiling at the dream of some handsome guy sitting next to her while she petted him.
Sakura opened her locker first and a large dust cloud rolled out over her. Naoko looked wearily from Sakura's locker to her own. After the dust settled and Sakura was covered in filth, they put their uniforms into the locker and went to pick their weapons.
"I hope they have all those hi-tech things that lady was talking about," Naoko said hopefully.
"Me too." Sakura assented and opened the door. It appeared to be a rather large broom closet lined with shelves.
Sakura walked over to one shelf, which was sagging from the weight of the mallets that were occupying it. She picked one up. "Hey, this isn't too heavy," she said.
Naoko walked over to another shelf. "Hey, we're in luck!" she said. It was holding several black boxes. "I think these are those radars that she was talking about." She picked one up.
Sakura walked over to another shelf. "And, here are the tracking devices!" she said and grabbed a couple. "Just in case we have more than one bishie."
Naoko smiled. "This is going to be fun."