A Clockwork Lemon
"What's it going to be then, eh?"
I was sitting at the Milky Way strip joint, gawking with awe and wonder at the beautiful freak show that occupied the club. I was sitting on a chair formed after a naked woman, a beautiful form, one made for abusing. It filled me with a sense of belonging and pride just to be there. Alone, with my kind.
Beside me sat my three senshi, with on my right side being Taiki and Seiya, and on my left sat Yaten, who was not so quick with the mind as with the shotgun, but was one of us nonetheless. One of us. Us. We were not like everybody else. My faithful senshi were far above the hopeless people of the public, and I myself was far above them. We were different.
We. were senshi. The gods had blessed us with power, more power than you could possible viddy oh my brothers. Strength, speed, and beauty, the senshi had been blessed with. Blessed far above others, we had life that was true value. Below us were the animals, and the public. We were of a different form, and of a different race. We were senshi.
There were not so many of us, as compared to other people, but there were not really so few wither. Thousands of us had been spread over the world, and there were dozens in my city alone. Of course all of us had different ideas of what it meant to be a senshi. Some chose to fight evil. Others chose to seek glory for themselves. Most of us just sat around beating on the normal freaks, and doing lots of cocaine. Which is what I was doing on that fateful evening in the Milky Way.
We were dressed in the height fashion of the time, and of the place. Myself, I was dressed in a tuxedo, complete with a cape and a top hat of course. I also had a brand new mask,, that had just been made for me that afternoon. A mask seemed ideal. A small but of mystery accompanied my presence well. And I made for a true attire that showed the rich spirit that so truly accompanied a senshi like myself. It would be inexcusable for a senshi such as myself to be seen in an attire that didn't astound the eye. If I were to go out for a night on the town in something other then my tuxedo, it would just be a wasted effort.
Over at a table across from us there was a group of women. They were much younger then I, and they seemed to be a little unsure of themselves. A damned foolish thing too. A senshi was not to be seen as afraid, not even by others of their own. If they were not of our own, then I would surely have had a ruff spot of the old in-out with them right on the spot. Fragrances of weakness came off of their bodies, the kind that so often invited me to indulge my instincts. But that scent was not to be smelt in this place. I knew that they were not yet ready to be here. Who had told them they were senshi? What was happening?
"What's it going to be then, eh?"
I pondered the question somewhat myself, seeing as how my faithful fellows had no ideas to spring forth. I had initially thought of trying to meet some people at this place, but alas, the young girls had turned me off to that idea. Which was just as well. It really was no sense to have more then four or so in such a gang as this. It just became confused, and dissonance would inevitably follow. No, the gang was satisfactory as it was.
There was something missing though. I could not place my finger on the problem, and so resolution seemed a hopeless resolve. Instead, I decided to ignore the problem, and just make out with the night as I had previously been meaning to do. Never mind these feelings I thought to myself. Mamoru Chiba was not a force to be reckoned with on any night, confused feelings or not. So I built up resolve to continue with my merry night as I had planned.
"What do you all say we head out for a little spot of fun?" I asked of my faithful gang of fellow senshi. As I said this, I took out a rose I had in my pocket. It was razor sharp, enough to rip a man's throat apart if thrown by a master such as myself.
"Oh?" replied Yaten. It was not so much of a reply as a confused grunt. I don't believe that the suggestion was even understood. No matter at all.
"Come now, let us be on our path to some fun and games." This time it was not a question, but a fact. I was the leader of this gang, and if I saw this as a fact, then a fact it was. So we all snorted a little cocaine, and headed out for an evening of ultra-violence.
"What's it going to be then, eh?"
I was sitting at the Milky Way strip joint, gawking with awe and wonder at the beautiful freak show that occupied the club. I was sitting on a chair formed after a naked woman, a beautiful form, one made for abusing. It filled me with a sense of belonging and pride just to be there. Alone, with my kind.
Beside me sat my three senshi, with on my right side being Taiki and Seiya, and on my left sat Yaten, who was not so quick with the mind as with the shotgun, but was one of us nonetheless. One of us. Us. We were not like everybody else. My faithful senshi were far above the hopeless people of the public, and I myself was far above them. We were different.
We. were senshi. The gods had blessed us with power, more power than you could possible viddy oh my brothers. Strength, speed, and beauty, the senshi had been blessed with. Blessed far above others, we had life that was true value. Below us were the animals, and the public. We were of a different form, and of a different race. We were senshi.
There were not so many of us, as compared to other people, but there were not really so few wither. Thousands of us had been spread over the world, and there were dozens in my city alone. Of course all of us had different ideas of what it meant to be a senshi. Some chose to fight evil. Others chose to seek glory for themselves. Most of us just sat around beating on the normal freaks, and doing lots of cocaine. Which is what I was doing on that fateful evening in the Milky Way.
We were dressed in the height fashion of the time, and of the place. Myself, I was dressed in a tuxedo, complete with a cape and a top hat of course. I also had a brand new mask,, that had just been made for me that afternoon. A mask seemed ideal. A small but of mystery accompanied my presence well. And I made for a true attire that showed the rich spirit that so truly accompanied a senshi like myself. It would be inexcusable for a senshi such as myself to be seen in an attire that didn't astound the eye. If I were to go out for a night on the town in something other then my tuxedo, it would just be a wasted effort.
Over at a table across from us there was a group of women. They were much younger then I, and they seemed to be a little unsure of themselves. A damned foolish thing too. A senshi was not to be seen as afraid, not even by others of their own. If they were not of our own, then I would surely have had a ruff spot of the old in-out with them right on the spot. Fragrances of weakness came off of their bodies, the kind that so often invited me to indulge my instincts. But that scent was not to be smelt in this place. I knew that they were not yet ready to be here. Who had told them they were senshi? What was happening?
"What's it going to be then, eh?"
I pondered the question somewhat myself, seeing as how my faithful fellows had no ideas to spring forth. I had initially thought of trying to meet some people at this place, but alas, the young girls had turned me off to that idea. Which was just as well. It really was no sense to have more then four or so in such a gang as this. It just became confused, and dissonance would inevitably follow. No, the gang was satisfactory as it was.
There was something missing though. I could not place my finger on the problem, and so resolution seemed a hopeless resolve. Instead, I decided to ignore the problem, and just make out with the night as I had previously been meaning to do. Never mind these feelings I thought to myself. Mamoru Chiba was not a force to be reckoned with on any night, confused feelings or not. So I built up resolve to continue with my merry night as I had planned.
"What do you all say we head out for a little spot of fun?" I asked of my faithful gang of fellow senshi. As I said this, I took out a rose I had in my pocket. It was razor sharp, enough to rip a man's throat apart if thrown by a master such as myself.
"Oh?" replied Yaten. It was not so much of a reply as a confused grunt. I don't believe that the suggestion was even understood. No matter at all.
"Come now, let us be on our path to some fun and games." This time it was not a question, but a fact. I was the leader of this gang, and if I saw this as a fact, then a fact it was. So we all snorted a little cocaine, and headed out for an evening of ultra-violence.