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"Eeeehhhh..." Heat was lounging on the couch, the whir of the air conditioning fanning around his condo. The sudden heat wave was driving him NUTS!! Sure he was technically one with the flames but... He was only human...
The phone suddenly rang and without thinking he blasted it into a melted puddle of plastic and metal that slowly dripped to the floor from his kitchen counter.
BRIIING!!
Heat got ready to incinerate the second phone that was next to him but stopped and decided to pick up instead.
"Yo, speak..." he grumbled.
"Heat? It's Frida, you mind picking me up to go to the normal suite?" the artist's voice said cheerfully, "There's a new tournament!"
"In this heat...?" Heat groaned, "They better have fixed the AC in there..."
"If I recall, YOU'RE the one who broke it."
"Shut up, I'm coming!!" he shouted and hung up looking out the window, "Dammit... I don't wanna go outside..."
-0-0-
BOOM!
"Arg! Failer..." Gas-O muttered fanning away some of the gas his new experiment had caused. There was a kind of loud beep the echoed around his lab.
"You should go upstairs and get going now, the new tournament's going to start soon!" a voice called happily from above. Gas-O glanced at a nearby clock and sighed. Time to get going... Then again, he WAS excited to get back on the dance floor. Especially after being in jail for so long...
He shuddered at the not so fond memories.
"I'll be right up." he called.
"But they're starting right now..."
"I said I'll be right there!!" Gas-O shouted back rearranging some of his chemicals and quickly hefting his gas tank onto his back.
Oh great, the weather channel said it was going to be broiling outside...
-0-0-
Frida greeted Heat with a smile as he pulled up next to her.
"Hiya Fireboy, that's a cute scooter." she teased getting on behind him.
"Funny..." he started up the scooter and drove down the street towards the tall tower that was located downtown, "So today we're just meeting the new entries and the other regulars right?"
"Yeah, that's what I heard from Kitty." Frida said glancing nervously over his shoulder at the speed meter and clutching onto him, "Hey Fireboy, think you could slow down a TAD bit?"
"No way! If I go the speedlimit then there won't be any wind to cool us off." Heat protested, "I don't see why the tournament has to be in the SUMMER of all seasons..."
"Summer's pretty, I like it."
"Yeah you're not wearing a sweat suit..."
"Well that's your fault then isn't it?" Frida said flicking him in the head. Heat grumbled some profanities and grinned, reving his scooter, "Heat.. Dont' you dare...!!"
"WHOO HOO!!" the scooter lurched forward and Frida screamed.
"HEAT SLOW DOWN!"
"Can't stand the Heat, get off of the track!" Heat laughed and huffed when he saw the light turn red, "Crap... Oh well, let's make it a turn!!"
"KYAAAH!!" the scooter skidded nearly on it's side as Heat made a sharp turn. His eyes widened and slammed onto the brakes.
There was a an almost sickening crunch and loud bumps. Heat and Frida both slowly looked behind them, seeing a person knocked out on the ground. When they got off to inspect the person, Frida punched Heat in the arm.
"OW!"
"You IDIOT!! I told you to slow down!!" she shouted, "Now look what happened!!"
Heat back away nervously then slowly approached the person.
"Well, she doesn't seem to have been injured at all..." he said turning her over. Just as he did a large amount of what looked like blood poured from under the girl.
Heat and Frida: O-O!!
"DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT!!" Heat was cursing as he sped towards the tower.
"HEY! THE HOSPITAL ISN'T THAT WAY!!!" Frida shouted, riding backwards on the scooter to hold onto the girl, who was still unconcious.
"There isn't time to get to the hospital! It's all the way on the other side of town!!" Heat exclaimed, "Maybe the others can help!"
"NONE OF THEM ARE DOCTORS!!" Frida shouted punching him in the head.
"Kelly's a cop, SHE probably knows how to treat minor wounds!!" Heat sighed, "And if that doesn't work, we could always give her to Gas-O to see if he can do anything... He works with chemicals, that's the same as a doctor right!?"
Frida shot him a glare, "Giving someone to Gas-O to be a patient is liking handing over a sacrific to some kinda demon..."
"Wow, so that's what you've thought of the kid for nearly a year and a half..."
-0-0-
Kitty tapped her high heel shoes, "Where are those two...? They're late!!"
"Weird since Heat is nearly the fastest driver out there huh?" Shorty said petting Columbo, "But still what's taking those guys so long?"
"They fates are intertwined with another... Who will soon bring some of us good luck, and some of us..." Pinky pulled out another card from her tarot card deck, "Bad luck."
"..."
"Pinky, you gotta cut that out. You're REALLY creepy when you do that." Strike muttered. A black purple aura blazed out from Pinky and a few of those standing near her backed away.
"Am I...?"
There was a loud kind of explosion and everyone looked at one another.
"I wonder what that was?" Shorty said, "Gas-O, did one of your experiments blow up again?"
"Well technically, yes. One of them did explode today but not here." he replied curtly.
"I have a bad feeling..."
"I predict that someone will fly through the glass."
"There sure as hell better not be someone bashing through glass here!"
Gas-O wasn't even listening, thinking over the chemicals he had mixed. What went wrong...? Maybe he needed a better kind of test subject to infuse it into... Maybe then he'd--
His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a shattering sound.
Dammit, he hated it when Pinky's perdictions were correct...
"ORAAGH!!!" Heat crashed through the glass of the door, Frida had landed on top of him with the girl and they all slid across the floor to Kelly's feet, who looked down raising her eyebrow.
"FIX HER!!" Frida shouted, "FIX HER FIX HER FIX HER FIX HER FIX HER!!"
"Why'd you bring her here if she needed fixing?!" Kelly said backing away, "I don't know a thing about medical attention!!"
"I thought you were a cop!!"
"I DRESS like a cop, I'm only a banker for heaven sakes!!"
"Ok then... Gas-O! You do something!!" Frida shouted throwing the bloody girl into the teen. Gas-O stared down the girl, she seemed almost the same age as him.
Fix her huh? His intelligence only went so far... What'd they want him to do, melt her skin back together with chemicals??
The thought lingered in Gas-O's mind as a liable plan.
"Whoa, what'd you do, run her over with a scooter?" Strike asked peering over Gas-O's shoulder. Heat flinched.
"Shut up..."
"Um... Excuse me...?" Even looked down (Or up in Heat's and Frida's case) and the girl was blinking up at all of them, "Where am I?"
-0-0-
"Wow, you're all pretty silly." the girl smiled as they all sat on a few chairs, "A scooter going at 90 miles per hour can't kill me that easily. See? My cut is already starting to clot up." She pulled down a bit of her bloody coat gestured to the large gash that was on her shoulder, which had now turned into a cut.
"What the hell, do you eat crazy glue for lunch or something??" Strike asked pushing up his sunglasses from falling. The girl shook her head.
"I'm afraid not, that's what milk is for." she replied with a shrug, "I guess it's this thingy that helps it along." she pulled out a kind of device and everyone in the room recognized it.
"Hey! You have one too!!" Shorty said pointing.
The girl seemed almost surprised, "Ah, you all have one too?" A few smiled and everyone pulled out their Groovetrons.
"So if you have one, you must be part of the new Bust A Groove tournament this year." Frida said.
The girl rubbed her head ruffling her silver grayish hair, "I think so, I recall making my way to some kind of tower where dancers were until I was run over." Heat flinched yet again as everyone stared at him.
Kitty-N sighed with a slight smile, "Well then, you're in the right place." The girl's face brightened up.
"Oh good! I was afraid I'd get lost!!" she said, "So, what exactly are you all waiting here for??"
"It's not really along the lines of What you see... It's more along the lines of Who." Gas-O said. The girl tilted her head curiously at him and smiled.
"So who are you waiting for?"
A song suddenly started to play and the lights in the lobby dimmed.
"How else would one start the Bust a Groove compitition?" a loud voice called and a spot light flashed on, "Of course, not without... ME!"
"Oh god not this freak again..." Heat had to mutter, "I thought I'd seen the last of him..."
"At least the song is catchy." the girl smiled swaying to the beat.
Hiro smiled taking out his favorite comb and running it through his hair, his "The Natural Playboy" song playing as theme music.
"Stand down ladies! Hiro's in the house!!" he smirked, "Alright! Time to get down and- WAH!!"
"Thank you." Shorty said watching Hiro bash at the giant cylinder he was in, his shouts and screams silent. Gas-O nodded typing at the few buttons on a device on his wrist and closing the lid.
Kelly chuckled nervously, "Well, now that's everyone's here..." she stood up making her way to the elevator, "Let's get going."
The others agreed and Gas-O noticed the girl was looking back at Hiro stuck in his gas chamber.
"What about him?" she asked. Gas-O peered at Hiro weeping on the ground and shrugged.
"He'll be fine."
The girl smiled, "Well, ok then." she turned to quickly follow Shorty, "Ne, think there's a way I can wash my coat?"
"I guess we could try the washing machines, or Coca Cola..."
"Coca cola...? You mean the soda drink?"
Gas-O was staring at the blood stains that seeped to the back of the girl's coat and after catching up as they piled into the elevator, managed to stand beside her.
"What's your name?" he asked. The others looked at her, not even knowing themselves.
The girl blinked at them and smiled.
"You can called me...Mika."
A/N: n.n;;; I just got back into this game, and had to write a fic on it (Too bad it's so old that I can't even FIND IT ANYMORE...!!!) Sigh, I miss it... Well, hope you all kinda enjoyed this!