NOT WHAT YOU WERE EXPECTING...
[All disclaimers are at the bottom of the page]
CRASH! "Ow..."
Otaru sat up, trying to orient himself with his surroundings. One minute, he was in the Japoness Pioneer History Museum, admiring the painting of the human female; the next, he was falling through a trapdoor lit by a whole bunch of neon lights. Now he was...here...wherever "here" was. Surrounding Otaru were various sorts of ominous-looking machinery. Was this some kind of laboratory?
Off to one side of the room he saw what appeared to be an operating table. Getting to his feet, Otaru walked over to get a closer look. A shiver ran down his spine as he noticed the operating table looked, well, used; in the dim light of the room he thought he saw what appeared to be blood on the table, accompanied by rather unfriendly cutting instruments. He quickly regained composure--men don't get worked up over blood, he told himself--when he saw something else in the room that drew his attention.
In one lonely corner of the room lay something nearly completely concealed in darkness. It--it looked like a person, a person who had been there since a long time ago. As curiosity beckoned Otaru nearer, he realized it was a marionette. But it looked almost alive. And what was it doing in this place?
Seeing as this strange laboratory-ish place was pretty dark, Otaru couldn't exactly see whatever it was that made him trip, and as he fell he got a closer look at the marionette than he probably would have liked. Before he knew it, he was face-to-face with the sleeping robot, and also, well, lip-to-lip. While engaged in this kiss, Otaru was blinded by a green light. Pulling back in surprise, he made a very important realization.
"Her lips were...soft," he whispered to himself.
At this point in time the green light had faded away and he could now see the marionette fully. She had long, bubble-gum-pink hair, and she was wearing a rather strange outfit: a variation on a maid's outfit, only, uh, skimpier.
Then the marionette slowly opened her eyes in awakening and looked at Otaru. Then an expression of pure elation came to her face as she said these words:
"Goshujin-sama..."
She then proceeded to glomp Otaru.
Saber Marionette J belongs to Akahori Satoru, Kotobuki Tsukasa, and a bunch of other people. Not me. Suing me will get you nowhere. I'm poor. ;_;
Koutetsu Tenshi [Steel Angel] Kurumi belongs to Kaishaku and a bunch of other people. Me = ummm no. All you'll get is some DVDs and a rusty bicycle. Nice, huh?
[All disclaimers are at the bottom of the page]
CRASH! "Ow..."
Otaru sat up, trying to orient himself with his surroundings. One minute, he was in the Japoness Pioneer History Museum, admiring the painting of the human female; the next, he was falling through a trapdoor lit by a whole bunch of neon lights. Now he was...here...wherever "here" was. Surrounding Otaru were various sorts of ominous-looking machinery. Was this some kind of laboratory?
Off to one side of the room he saw what appeared to be an operating table. Getting to his feet, Otaru walked over to get a closer look. A shiver ran down his spine as he noticed the operating table looked, well, used; in the dim light of the room he thought he saw what appeared to be blood on the table, accompanied by rather unfriendly cutting instruments. He quickly regained composure--men don't get worked up over blood, he told himself--when he saw something else in the room that drew his attention.
In one lonely corner of the room lay something nearly completely concealed in darkness. It--it looked like a person, a person who had been there since a long time ago. As curiosity beckoned Otaru nearer, he realized it was a marionette. But it looked almost alive. And what was it doing in this place?
Seeing as this strange laboratory-ish place was pretty dark, Otaru couldn't exactly see whatever it was that made him trip, and as he fell he got a closer look at the marionette than he probably would have liked. Before he knew it, he was face-to-face with the sleeping robot, and also, well, lip-to-lip. While engaged in this kiss, Otaru was blinded by a green light. Pulling back in surprise, he made a very important realization.
"Her lips were...soft," he whispered to himself.
At this point in time the green light had faded away and he could now see the marionette fully. She had long, bubble-gum-pink hair, and she was wearing a rather strange outfit: a variation on a maid's outfit, only, uh, skimpier.
Then the marionette slowly opened her eyes in awakening and looked at Otaru. Then an expression of pure elation came to her face as she said these words:
"Goshujin-sama..."
She then proceeded to glomp Otaru.
Saber Marionette J belongs to Akahori Satoru, Kotobuki Tsukasa, and a bunch of other people. Not me. Suing me will get you nowhere. I'm poor. ;_;
Koutetsu Tenshi [Steel Angel] Kurumi belongs to Kaishaku and a bunch of other people. Me = ummm no. All you'll get is some DVDs and a rusty bicycle. Nice, huh?