"Gah!" the man cried out, his back skidding across the mat. Blood streaks followed after him, an agonized scream tearing from his throat. He coughed desperately, the fluid blocking off his respiratory system. Howls of applause broke out, among hoots and hollers.
On the opposite end of the arena, a figure stood relaxed, arms crossed over her chest. A soft sigh brushed past her lips, "Why am I here again? I could have had lunch by now." she muttered to herself.
The announcer, clad in a fancy black suit, strutted to the middle, "There you have it folks! Another win belonging to our all-time Champion!" he cheered, encouraging another round of applause.
The girl raised an eyebrow to herself. Champion? They must have really mistaken me for someone else... She raised a hand, "Eh, fancy guy in suit?"
The crowd, all wearing masks for a reason she could not fathom, chuckled at her unintentional humor. The announcer laughed, despite being the butt of the joke. "Yes, Satoshi-sama?" he asked politely.
She scratched the back of her neck, "That's the thing. I keep telling you, I'm not this Satoshi person." Hell, I'm not even a guy. But no one has to know that, she thought happily in her mind.
Everyone froze stiff, and she sincerely prayed they would believe her this time. She sighed, her head drooping low as the crowd broke off into controllable laughter.
"Satoshi-sama is so funny today!" someone from the crowd cheered.
"Who else could put all these losers in their place this quickly?!" another snorted.
The announcer guffawed, "You're certainly in a good mood today, Satoshi-sama! Normally-" Her eyes widened slightly at the huge, macho looking shadow behind the fancily dressed announcer. "-You would have beaten me to a pulp for breathing the same air as you-!" The announcer gagged as a strong, muscular hand curled around his throat.
The girl sweatdropped, "No way, they mistook me for that overpowered, macho looking...thing?" she mumbled.
"You bloody wimp," the macho thing all but roared, pointing to the opposite end of the arena, "You mistook me, for that girlish looking pubescent little boy?!"
The girl pouted, "Hey, I may be girlish looking but the pubescent part was uncalled for!"
To her utter surprise, the macho thing bowed deeply, the announcer still foaming in his vice grip, "You are correct. I have misdirected my anger. My sincerest apologies."
She pointed a finger at him hesitantly, eyes wary, "You...well, at least you have some manners. That stupid fancy smancy pants dragged me in here, claiming I was late for something I didn't even sign up for!" she hissed.
The macho thing continued to bow, "Yes, forgive him for his incompetence. I will throughly," a twinkle in his eyes, "Punish him."
The girl felt a cold shiver running down her back, and she was pretty sure it wasn't from her chest bindings this time. "...That sounds really wrong."
"He'll look wrong after I'm done with him." he gruffed.
She smiled, and nodded appreciatively, "Thanks, you're really saving me some time of having to do it myself. Please mess him up throughly for both our sakes."
He nodded in confirmation, "Satoshi." he greeted, giving her the manly approval thumbs up.
"My name is Reiichi." she smiled, bowing naturally. Reiki is my real name, so it's not easy for me to slip up, ehe.
"I commend you on your effort, Reiichi-san, these weaklings look as if they had their fill of pain today. Perhaps at a better time, we could test our limits to further forge our manly bond." he winked, sparkles in his eyes.
Reiki nodded, even though she felt throughly violated for some unknown reason, "Yes, yes, some other time. If you don't mind, I haven't had lunch."
Satoshi nodded in approval, "Of course, a man has to eat his fill." he agreed, flinging a pouch at Reiki. She raised an eyebrow as she caught it, noticing the extra weight.
"That's your spoils of battle. Feast throughly." he gave her another macho smile and thumbs up, as she simply laughed nervously and nodded.
She waved as she exited the arena through the back entrance, "Bye! Please make him suffer for his pitiful life!" she yelled, smiling as she walked down the shadowed pathway.
Her eyes squinted in protest from the sudden harsh sunlight after an hour of being underground. She shivered at the warmth, the arena being air conditioned and all. She groaned as her scalp itched, the sun beating down on her wig.
"Shh, shh, wig, stop, I'll fix you later, okay?" she whispered soothingly, but to no avail.
Reiki groaned as she stalked into the nearest restaurant, an annoying server coming to her 'aide' immediately, "A table for one?" she chirped.
"Yes." Reiki answered, taking the chance to observe her surroundings. The restaurant looked casual-fancy, clean and chic, tasteful pantings and pictures and comforting colors of deep red, brown, and white.
The server smiled as she waved a hand, "Right this way." she answered, leading Reiki to a small table by the window, away from the main tables. She winked, "You look famished. Thought you wouldn't want any disturbances."
Reiki smirked, "You're good. Guessing you want a big tip."
She shrugged, "Not really, but if a girl's going to eat, at least she should enjoy it to the fullest, right?" she whispered.
Reiki stiffened immediately, a cold feeling pooling in her gut, "Y-you, you know?" she asked hesitantly.
She giggled quietly to herself, "Just womanly instinct. Don't worry, I won't tell." she replied, setting a menu on the table, "Just call me or one of us when you're ready, kay? Oh, and bathrooms are right down there." she added, when she noticed how Reiki's fingers were twitching.
Reiki smiled gratefully, "Thanks. I appreciate it."
Once the server was out of view, Reiki hastily charged into the bathroom, ignoring the odd looks she received from the men. She charged into the first stall she saw, tearing her wig off and scratching her scalp blissfully. "Ahh..." she moaned quietly.
"Oho, looks like another youngster couldn't help himself..." a voice was heard, with a round of quiet chuckles.
Reiki bit her lip, irritation building up inside her. I don't want to hear that from forty-year old virgins.
After skillfully adjusting her short wig comfortably back on her head, she hopped out from the stall, ignoring the perverted looks from the old geezers.
Reiki sighed a breath of relief as she slumped back to her seat, pulling out the pouch the macho gave her earlier. Her eyebrows raised to her wig-line when she saw the amount. "This...this might actually be enough to satisfy me for one meal..."
Reiki held two fingers to her lips, whistling loudly, "I'm ready to order." she smiled, seeing the same server earlier come over.
"Yes, what may I get for you?"
Reiki dropped the menu down on the table, grinning from ear to ear, "Give me...one of every dessert." she answered.
The server smiled patiently, "One of every dessert?" she repeated.
"One of every dessert." Reiki answered.
"You'll get fat." she bluntly added.
"So be it." Reiki smirked, licking her lips.
"One of every 24 desserts available." she stressed the words exasperatedly.
"Only 24? Make it two of every dessert then." Reiki challenged.
The server opened her mouth to argue, before closing it into a tight line, her protest falling short. "Alright, two of every 24 desserts available." she muttered, walking back into the kitchen.
Reiki hummed quietly to herself, feeling blissful of finally being able to cave into her sugar cravings. Screw diamonds. Sweets is my best friend. You can't eat diamonds and they're not even sweet.
Reiki smiled as the server expertly placed seven plates on her table, plates balanced all the way up her arm, and even one on her head. "Your first course has arrived."
Reiki couldn't help the drool that escaped from her mouth. Freshly baked Belgium waffles with whip cream, strawberry shortcake, sugared lemon peels, chocolat au souffle, vanilla icing cupcakes, sakura mochi and cinnamon apple pie.
"Enjoy, and I'm afraid I can't guarantee your safety. I'll give you a chance to back out now." the server cringed, the sight and smell of so many sweets making her eyes water. She held out her hand, "Seeing as you're not going to order anymore sweets, may you please hand over your menu?"
Reiki chuckled as she dropped the pouch filled with beli into her awaiting hand instead, "Keep the change." she smirked.
The server twitched, "Thank you for your kindness. I see you're refusing to back down." she replied as she peered into the pouch, looking as if she only wished there was a shortage of beli. Her disappointed sigh only made Reiki grin harder.
Reiki clapped her hands together in prayer before chowing down delightfully. As in delightfully smearing sauce, icing, whip cream and other sugary fun all over her mouth and hands.
The server winced painfully, as if the sight actually hurt her, "I can refer you to a doctor..."
"I ahm one." came the muffled reply.
The server raised an elegant eyebrow, "You? A doctor? Ironic."
"I knhow." she answered, burping in satisfaction as she finished the last cupcake. She winked, "Keep em coming, waitress-lady."
She sighed loudly, "The name's Kyoko, and you'll have to wait. I didn't know our sous chefs could actually freak out. They didn't even bat an eye when one of our customers ordered a hundred pound turkey, fried to perfection, they said. I mean, where did we even get a hundred pound turkey?" she hissed under her breath.
Reiki laughed, spitting small bits of her meal all over the empty plates, to Kyoko's increasing disgust.
"I've seen hundred pound turkeys before. Grand Line is a strange place, after all."
Kyoko seemed especially surprised about this, "You've been to Grand Line?" she asked, with just a hint of skepticism.
Reiki shook her head, "No, but my father once brought home one from Grand Line." she answered, smirking when she saw the cease in Kyoko's forehead relax. "Have something against pirates?" she asked sweetly.
Before Kyoko could even open her mouth, a loud shout interrupted her, "Hey! Where's mah fucking food?! I've been waitin' fer hours, like c'mon!"
Both Reiki and Kyoko turned their heads, Kyoko's face filled with distaste, and Reiki's face filled with amused curiosity.
Besides the aggravated man, stood a very timid looking waiter, "I-I'm sorry sir, someone ordered a large order of sweets, and the chefs didn't want to accidentally-"
"I don't want yer yappin', I want mer food!"
Reiki wiped her mouth free of messy sweet stuff while Kyoko walked over, her shoulders rolled back and looking much more badass than Reiki remembered her to be.
"Excuse me sir, but you're disturbing the other customers."
The man had a horrible face, Reiki observed. Deep scars littered his already trashed excuse for a face, his beard looking untamed and messy.
"Shut up bitch! I came 'ere for food, I will get food-!" he hollered. He was interrupted when a metal tray was shoved into his mouth, causing him to gag.
Kyoko smiled sweetly, "Excuse me sir," she said, grabbing his arm and skillfully pinning him to the floor, "But you're being a poor excuse for a man."
The man's eyes widened, not even realizing he was pinned, "Wha- what?! I-is this how you scoundrels treat your customers?!" he demanded, after having spit out the metal tray which Reiki was fairly certain it was to never be used again.
Kyoko smirked, "No. This is how we treat children throwing a fit."
Reiki laughed, "Let's not insult children, Kyoko. They're your customers too, aren't they?" She sauntered over to the swearing, pinned down man. Reiki flashed her straight teeth in a smirk as she forcibly lifted his chin to meet him the eye, despite his protests.
"I would call you an animal, but that wouldn't be fair to the rabid wolves that behave better than you."
The man's face was bright red, all the way to the brims of his ears, "I am never comin' 'ere again! Not 'till you scoundrels learn better manners!"
Reiki chuckled as she held a hand out for Kyoko, who took the hint and allowed herself to be helped with getting back to her feet, "A real man listens to a woman. You want to know why?" Raising an elegant leg, the man couldn't even holler in pain before he flew out the opened door, landing on the welcome mat. "A real man respects women. Likewise, a real woman respects men."
Reiki waved her fingers in farewell as the lower than rabid wolves, as dubbed by Reiki, swore revenge. "That's why, Miss Kyoko here didn't preform any misconduct. She was simply treating you for what you were."
The fellow blushed with heavy embarrassment as giggles and chuckles echoed around. "I-I'll get you scoundrels for this! I swear it on my pirate pride!" he huffed, hopping to his feet and scrambling off.
Reiki laughed, "It seems you really do have something against pirates."
Kyoko shook her head. She placed a hand on Reiki's shoulder as she passed by, "Just rotten ones. I have nothing against you."
Reiki's grin stretched even wider, "Was that from womanly instinct as well?"
Kyoko chuckled quietly, "Perhaps."
Ohayo! Anyway, this is an OC-Crew story! There might be some appearances from canon characters, but you never know. Anyway, our main character is the cross-dressing, kick butting, smooth Reiichi/Reiki-chan. Why she's pretending to be a guy? You're not finding out this chapter. Next, Kyoko. Our also, kick butting, fierce waitress. See you next time!