Metal Slug Operation First Date

by MegaAuthor

A direct sequel to my previous TarmaXEri fic, after Eri did a number of damage on Tarma's beloved garage and his custom bike, Eri offer herself to do anything in order to deeply apologize him. Little did she know what Tarma has on his sleeve.

1. Dressing like a LADY

Disclaimer: I'm late for my Valentine fic, but I am fortunate to complete this part for now. Having a 12 hours working shift is a double-edge deal; you can make more profit while working and have little spare time to do what I love the most! This fic originally planned for a full length fic, but due to my limited time (plus my computer is acting up again) I'm force to send half of the finish work. This is a Tarma Roving X Eri Kasamoto. Read and Review please!

Metal Slug: Operation First Date

Chapter 1 of 2; Dressing like a LADY.

Another peaceful year is approaching and another fine morning. The sun shines its radiant ray down to peaceful Earth, casting its ray spot on to a Regular Army Headquarters. The Regular Army soldier who is in charge of walking up the entire base overslept his moment only to collapse at the side of his bed. He is greeted by the sun stinging its eyes to remind him to blow the horn. The soldier at the guardhouse quickly and frantically plays a loud, familiar tune from the tip of his trumpet at the microphone, echoing the entire base to wake all the rest of the soldiers, officers and trainee out of their bed. The longer he blows his trumpet, the more soldiers he annoyed for waking them in their sleeps. Several numbers of these annoyed Regular personal are the generals themselves, picking up a AR-10 Regular Army issue weapon and fully loaded it with a RL-02 munitions before he frantically fires the weapon at the guardhouse which resulted a beautiful display of early morning fireworks. While the other soldiers gather around the general office area cheering the general's action, the foul mood general celebrate the lots by issuing a training order to sprint on the training field for 200 rounds nonstop. Regular soldiers seamlessly disappear out of thin air when the general issue such order. Satisfied, he went back to his office and gone back to sleep.

Veteran war hero Tarma Roving however had been wide awake fine tuning the Metal Slug armored tank since yesterday. The guy who played the trumpet blazing about before suddenly dies out only serve to slow him down some in the armory and wonder what time it is. Crawling out underneath the human height armored tank, the Japanese Tank Commando stretch himself before letting it yawn aloud. The shade-less commando turn his attention to the nearby bench table where blueprints, tools, and whatnot are scatter everywhere, like a tornado just had a little catwalk on the table. He slowly rearrange all of it into order before finding his shades where he left it there somewhere in this messy table. By the time he clean up the table, Tarma still couldn't find his shades. The Japanese commando scratch his head; he swears that he place it here since he'll be running late night working on the heavily modified armored tank. Everyone always says he looks silly working during the late hours with his shades, so it is only obvious he took it off as he works in the night.

"Looking for these?" a voice calls out.

Tarma turn around to see the graceful (and deadly) Eri Kasamoto, playfully twirling Tarma's shades with one hand. She present herself in her usual SPARROW operational uniform; flack jacket, sleeveless T-shirt which covers only up to her belly up, incredibly short pants, knee guard and military issue shoes. She still wore her bandana of her choice which makes no difference when most people see it as a piece of clothe. Tarma remain as cool as he can when Eri Kasamoto approaches him with his shades, offering it to the Japanese Tank Commando. Tarma slowly move his hands to grab his shades back when he pause a while, his mind is fresh on what she did to him a few months ago.

"What are you doing late at night?" Eri asked, pulling out a sincere expression.

"Isn't it obvious?"

Eri Kasamoto glare behind Tarma before staring him right into the Japanese commando's beautiful green eyes, "Look, I'm sorry for burning down the garage by mistake, and messing with your bikes…"

How could I forget, thought Tarma. The last good memories which involve not getting killed in the theater of war were fine tuning his beautiful handmade custom bike. His dream to present that bike to the whole world is ruin, burn to cinders quite literally by Eri Kasamoto when she swaps motor oil with Molotov cocktail as fuel. Multi-million dollar worth of material, hours upon hours of special attention, fine-tuning his prize bike at the smallest detail and it all burn down to some scrap metal he can't even begin to complain. All thanks to Eri Kasamoto, the Queen of Destruction, who ruin his favorite hobby, now he have no bike to work on and no news when will the next paycheck will arrive at his account. Every time she comes into the garage, Tarma often curse the very gods who bless the women of his dream not to have his own career ended by Eri Kasamoto.

Seeing the anger in Tarma's eyes haven't completely dose of yet, Eri Kasamoto wanted to apologize to him deeply, "…Is there anyway I could make it up to you?"

Tarma pause, his eyes locked into her own brown eyes filled with regret; did Eri just asked me to make up the mistake she did? Tarma begin rubbing his chin feeling evil. He completes hides his evil side of him and decide to take action at this once in a lifetime opportunity. Looking darn cool and collective about Eri's proposal, Tarma's act could lie all but in the eyes of an expert one could see his shadow doing some unspeakable evil that would rival even General Morden. Hiding his evil grin at the clueless Eri Kasamoto, Tarma propose an idea.

"I guess you could ask me out if you're free." Tarma reply.

"Sure, I'll go out," Eri reply not knowing what Tarma had meant, "I'm free on Sunday, so I guess we can go out on regular basis with Marco and Fio right?"

"No, I'm talking about 'out' out. You know, going outing, you and me on a fine stroll all by ourselves"

The female Japanese commando had no idea what Tarma meant, but then it hits her after what happen to Marco and Fio just a few months back. She begins to blush hot red; steam seems to appear on top of her head as if she is on fire. Eri Kasamoto had never gone out with someone else with the opposite sex all by themselves before, especially when Tarma is actually asking her out. The fearful female commando felt weak on her knees, her first and unprepared journey in life.

"You mean… like a dating?" gulp Eri.

"No, it's a date. You, me, on a fine day for ourselves." Tarma replied

Evil Eri with bloody horns, demonic tail and carries a pointy tri-spear pop out from Eri's imagination box on her right shoulder telling her to object the idea of going out, but an Angelic Eri with wings as pure as snow and a glowing bright halo above her head with a bow and arrow in her hand emerge from the light of the sun landed softly on Eri's other shoulder, telling her to take this fine opportunity to go with Tarma. Both her good and bad side pressure Eri to decide before the two of these imaginative being started clashing one another in an epic imagination battle. Like her imaginative being itself, Eri Kasamoto is being conflicted by her own natural instinct, and of course her own words. She wanted to go with Tarma for years now but she felt unprepared, her mind wanted to say no but her heart continue to conflict her mind with an answer of its own. Tarma watch as Eri seemed to blow off steam as her face literally turn as red as a kettle. Tarma couldn't help but to pull a short chuckle, which further confuse the lonely female Japanese commando.

"So," Tarma smile softly at Eri Kasamoto, "See you at the front gate at eleven o'clock on Sunday."

"Yes, okay," Eri reply before realizing what word she just spat out.

The Japanese SPARROW Agent wanted to decline, but the male Japanese commando already walk out of the armory with his shades taken back away from Eri Kasamoto. A sudden rush of panic surge sends straight into her mind and heart at a jump start driven the female Japanese commando to wildly scream to her dismay and run around the Metal Slug like a lost sheep. When other recruit came to see what's going on, Eri Kasamoto startled everyone with her unusual crazy Japanese taunting as she rush out of the armory holding two stick grenade at hand which scares the living daylight out of the Regular recruit. The last time Eri is reported, she went drinking in the cafeteria ordering 5 cups of coffee with no sugar added. She thought she is dreaming, though in reality she is quite wide awake. Everyone in the base conclude that Eri Kasamoto is officially in her mid-age crisis.

"OHMYGODWHATAMIGOINGTODO?HOWISTHATOKAY?"

Eri Kasamoto scream her head off the hook while remain blushing so hard everyone could notice her from a mile. Her panic screaming is also the same words she yell out in front of her only roommate Fiolina Germi, who couldn't hold her humor bone for long before bursting in laughter. Seeing Eri Kasamoto panic once in a while isn't a crime; it's actually rewarding when one could see it in other perspective. Yes, she may look rather in a bad shape, but to Fiolina Germi, Eri Kasamoto panic state gives an impression of a cute puppy running in circle. And Eri don't like her roommate to burst into laughter like that; it either means she is having fun or Eri is being quite silly.

Actually is kinda both, so this further increase Eri's blushing to the max, any further blushing she might gust out a fountain of blood from her nose.

"This isn't funny Fio!" Eri cried out a little girl plead, "I'm having a middle-age crisis here!"

"But you're barely out of 20th yet dear Eri. Sit down and calm down" Fio reply, giggling at Eri's unfortunate crisis, "I'll make some tea while I'm at it."

But how can Eri sit down and calm down? She just drank 5 cups worth of coffee without sugar this morning. Even when Eri is sitting down on her own chair, she feels way too anxious to calm down. She keeps on tapping her feet on the floor faster than the woodpecker would peck the wood; she feels as anxious as a time bomb just ticking seconds upon seconds before detonation. Fio took her time to prepare tea in the pantry, serve it warm with sugar cubes dip inside the teapot. When Fio got back into their room, Eri Kasamoto is already up and circling around worried her head off about something out of the ordinary. Fiolina Germi sigh at the sight of the anxious Eri; she had known Eri as a sole Regular agent never gets an attention to most recruit and officers alike because of her violent, horrible past, but whenever Tarma came into the picture she grew softer and softer in the inside, while trying to remain herself with her violent ways. True to be told, Fio knows Eri has fallen to Tarma, but the female Japanese commando couldn't admit it. Eri has braved almost any campaign and skirmishes regarding about Rebellion and their dangerous scheme of world domination and Eri haven't shown any sign of weakness, yet she still hasn't been on a date before which makes this her jumping topic when Fio asked her partner about dating out. She knows Eri had never been dated before, but she never expect to see her like this. The Italian SPARROW agent giggles at her childish action.

"Fio, you can take my place!" Eri cried in panic, "I'm not ready, and I'm not-"

"Now now Sergeant 2nd Class Eri Kasamoto, it's a date between you and your sweetheart Tarma."

"Tarma is not my sweetheart!" Eri yell instantly, her face blush so hard her hands are going red.

"Oh, a boyfriend then?" Fio smile joyfully, sipping tea.

"He's not my boyfriend! He's my partner, like you!" Eri tries to counter Fio.

"Oh, I see, a husband going-to-be huh?" Fio giggle, toying and mincing Eri's words.

"FIO!" Eri scream at the top of lungs, Fio continue to giggle at Eri's childish behavior.

"You have to help me Fio," Eri calmly said, surrender to Fio's wild amusement, "I'm not quite ready for this getup! You're the most experience in this sort of girly getup; tell me how I'm supposed to tackle this problem!"

"Calm down Eri; your face is so red right now you look like your going to explode." giggle Fio

Eri can't calm down, she is far too nervous and concern over this dating thing which she has no experience about, "I'll go to any suicide mission any day, I'm willing to go catch General Morden all alone and I'm able to fend off city filled with brain munching zombies! I can do all of those, its just that I'm just… I'm not…"

Eri couldn't finish her words, the last word is at the tip of her tongue and yet it cling on her like nail on the concrete wall. Unable to calm herself much further she proceeds to bang her head at the wall comically. Though it is fun to watch, Fio clear her throat and proceed to seriously consult her partner before she gets an idea to commit hara-kiri in front of television worldwide, tugging Eri's sleeve and gives a motherly tone at Eri, "You're a girl Eri! It's just an ordinary date where boy meets girl, nothing unusual about that! There is absolutely nothing to worry about; all you need to do is to enjoy the moment where the boys make the lead, and the rest is just as easy as any mission we're been through."

"Oh… okay." Eri reply shortly, slightly calm down.

"Now the main problem is how you present yourself to the man who is going to date you; it have to be nice, beautiful and stunning at the same time!"

"I… may have one just that," Eri answered

She walks towards her drawer with the sticker 'Keep Out!' logo on it and draw the first shelf up searching for her clothes. She pulls out a shirt that makes her really happy. When she present the clothes to Fio, the Italian SPARROW Commando almost faint; the shirt has a bloody illustration of corpse fountain of blood, huge bloody skull at the center of the shirt with the word 'Love the Dead', and to top if all up, the entire shirt is black in color; a very inappropriate shirt for her first date out.

"Err… Eri, dear," Fio faintly reply, as she couldn't bear to see the shirt, "you need to find something LESS violent shirt to wear. I really hope you could throw away that shirt as your choice on your first date."

"Really? I thought it would look cool," Eri reply and pull another; girl licking a lollipop with only her bikini and really, REALLY short jeans design shirt flag about in front of Fio. The Italian SPARROW commando scream at her partner and throws punches comically at Eri saying, "PUT IT BACK! TOO MUCH EXPOSURE! PUT IT BACK!"

"Oh," Eri pause, and pull another out, "Is this ok?"

Fio pause petrified the shirt very appearance; a shirt has an American flag with an illustration of Uncle Sam pointing his finger with his coat and flag-like hat along with his famous slogan just below the portrait 'We want you!' Fio immediately slap her own forehead at Eri's distasteful amount of shirt she has.

"Eri, none of the shirt you have is appropriate for a date."

"Okay, Miss Perfect," Eri sigh, pulling another out, "What about this one?"

When Eri shows Fio the shirt, immediately Fio drop her jaws open at the sight of the shirt. It is so horrible to describe that Fio snatch the shirt off Eri's hand and pick up her AR-10 Regular Issue Assault Rifle which is surprisingly hidden well under her pillow, load a FS-03 munitions and hastily burn it just outside of their room. Eri stood there in awe.

"ERI, THAT SHIRT HAS DIRTY PORN ON IT! PORN FOR GOD SAKES! HOW COULD YOU BEAR WEARING THAT?"

"Well, it was in a bargain bin, and it really looks hot and nice…"

Heavy sigh escape from Fio's mouth before rubbing her head with her left hand. Fio took a look at Eri's drawer and feel disgust at the sight of such tomboyish uniform. Fio immediately drag Eri into her room. The moment Eri entered Fio's room, she is creep out with such offensive color; purple, pink and green among other color she find it offence. Despite her best effort not to look disgust, Fio knows her partner isn't particularly too fond with it. "Ok, I'm going to dress you up like a little Barbie doll, nice and pretty!"

Eri gulp as the mental image of herself dress like that overdress Madonna slap into her face, "No, just… make me girlish enough to be liked will suffice."

God did I just say that? Eri thought.

"Okay, I'll just lend you some which will look good instead."

Okay, close call Eri, she remind herself

Despite Eri's relaxed gesture, she knows Fio is really into the feline part most girls strive for; being elegantly perfect and beautiful beyond their age. She remember seeing Fio dress up in long white dress from top to bottom as if she is going to a wedding or something, which scares the Japanese female commando up. She also knows that Fio pack tons and tons of female clothes into the Army with a single bag, which beg the question; how did one bag fit so many clothes without bursting out like a 200 megaton bomb drop on the warzone? No one can tell, but the sight of Fio's wardrobe numbered by the dozens in her room makes her feel uneasy, each clothes are pull out from each one of these wardrobe.

"Here, try this one." Fio said, handling a piece of clothes to her partner.

Eri's jaw drop to the floor; super short pink tutu, long sleeve shirt in purple? "Fio, I'll really like your picking but pink is definitely not my usual color!"

"How about this one?"

'Sailor Fuku' suddenly hit Eri mercilessly at her forehead; Sailor uniform with really, really short shirt, long gloves and long high heel shoes. Seeing is already spread fear into her mind, wearing it will be equivalent to those silly power girls on television in her own home country. A mental image of Eri posing like Sailormoon anime suddenly scares her greater than any suicide mission she had thus far. "NO NO NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

"Picky," sigh Fio, "How about this one, gothic clothing my dad gave me during my birthday?"

Eri stare at the unusual clothes Fio just pass it too her; though it is as black as charcoal (which always remind her of her enemies remain after a close proximity with her grenade detonate) it is also very cute, like French maid uniform cuteness. In fact, it is WAY too cute for Eri to even put it on without slapping herself silly just to remind herself who she is. Also, it'll be weird if she dresses up like that under the burning sun. "I'll pass."

"Yeah, I thought so," reply Fio, taking the gothic clothes back in search of more clothes meant for dating. She randomly pulls one of the clothes, shook her head and tosses it on her bed before searching for another one. Among all these beautiful clothes, Eri Kasamoto notice a strange clothes buried among the other clothes Fio toss aside. Pulling out this unusual clothes out and Eri discover a fully uniformed piece of clothe which to her surprise is a power ranger uniform in yellow.

Petrified in place, Eri stood there with the uniform in hand with absolute shock; is Fio doing a cosplay which I did not know, or is she actually part of these power ranger kinda team? Eri simple buried the uniform back in place at the same time as mumble softly at such dreadful discovery, "I don't want to know, I don't want to know"

"Huh, did you say something dear Eri?" Fio asked.

"Nothing in particular!" Eri quickly reply

"Well, if you're done going nuts, I have a uniform just for you!" Fio happily announce, catching Eri's attention. The female Japanese SPARROW Agent gulp her own saliva hoping that whatever Fio pulls out isn't a ridiculous or weird getup.

"Try this on!" Fio demanded, pushing the clothes she had selected towards Eri. All the Japanese SPARROW could do is pray for a decent uniform.

Several Minutes Later…

Fiolina Germi can't hold her excitement as she waits for her Japanese partner to show up with the clothe she choose for Eri Kasamoto. A short click for the restroom door announces her coming appearance to Fiolina Germi. Our little Italian SPARROW commando couldn't put her wide smile down knowing that the uniform she picks will look best for her. Eri Kasamoto present herself with a little catwalk in front of Fio, though a little shy with the uniform she is not accustom to wear; Eri Kasamoto worn a green with yellow vertical stripe along with flower decoration at the center of the shirt. The shirt is short sleeve, with a famous brand name slap at the end of each sleeve. Dons a sky blue blouse that is long enough to cover her knee, she looks perfectly spectacular, except that she still worn her combat gloves and boots, and dons her usual bandana tighten on her head. "Well, how do I look?"

"Eri, dear. Could you remove your gear?"

"But… we're not supposed to remove our gear outside of the base."

"You're going on a date, and that means that gear has to be removed young lady." Fio scold her with her motherly tone.

Sighing loudly, she concur, "Yes, mother."

Despite the SPARROW rules and regulations (no personal gear are to be remove even in outside of operational theater) Eri did so without a fight. Removing her gloves and boots makes her feel rather naked, and Eri didn't like going out there like this. Unfortunately for Eri, Fio have more surprise; she wants Eri to wear her high heels, which she never worn one before and properly will never be. As uncomfortable as it is, she has to make it at the end. Another problem accorded as a slight breeze could gives a chill to Eri, due to her thin uniform she is currently wearing. She needs more clothes don with her in case the weather is cold.

"Fio, do you have anything like a jacket? I'm feeling slightly cold here."

"You can have my furry jacket; that should keep you warm." Fio said, walking to one of the wardrobe and open the wardrobe door when an avalanche of uniform buried Fio alive. Eri almost panic seeing her partner being buried by her own clothes (not to mention those are furry jacket). Eri try to help her partner up when she emerge from the mountain of uniform unharmed, "I'm fine, don't worry about me!" she giggles.

How can that be fine? Her own wardrobe just coughs up massive amount of furry jacket that seemed impossible to fit all in, enough to bury a human being. On the plus side there is an abundant amount of furry jacket that picking the right one is just a matter of time. Eri seemed to be interested on the brown jacket with so many pockets here and there, even inside the jacket. The brown jacket in question is rather short than regular furry jacket as it covers all the way to ones waist, perfect for Eri's personal taste. Warm to the touch, she could easily dose off if she use it as a pillow than a jacket. Her fascination with the jacket is not because of its compatibility, it also means she can hide weapons in one of the inside pocket like a stun gun or her 'Murderer' revolver.

"Yes! You look dazzling dear Eri! I believe you are ready to go out there and show off your real potential as a woman!" Fio cheer her partner.

Yeah, but after this I'm going back to moody Eri, thought Eri Kasamoto.

"Now all we need to do next is to remove your bandana."

Eri heart must have skipped a beat, because her partner just asked her to leave out her bandana. HER BANDANA.

"No! Anything but that piece!"

"It has to go, Eri. Otherwise I'm going to have you wear a Mickey Mouse hat if you don't."

Eri seemed powerless against Fio's decision. Sure everyone knows she is called the 'Queen of Destruction' due to the fact she is a demolition expert and loves explosive material more than the demolition department team, but when it comes to Fio's case who holds a title 'Angel of Death', she is practically unstoppable as long as her wide merry smile and her AR-10 is at hand. In fact every time Fio is in a bad mood, she would pull out the AR-10 out of nowhere, with HV-01 munitions already loaded and ready to cause a scene of fire. No one likes to make this Italian SPARROW commando cry; it will be the last thing you ever do before she starts firing a crap load of munitions against you until you apologize. Having no other choice, Eri had to remove her bandana allowing her fair fall free.

Fio gasp.

Eri Kasamoto's hair is stunningly beautiful; long silky blonde hair fall free onto her shoulder. Her hair is practically sparkling with golden dust she add, or it maybe her natural golden hair itself. Whatever it is, Fio feel really envy at Fio's beautiful golden hair. Looking at her makes the word 'fearful' into 'electrify'; she looks completely different person when she allow her hair fall free and not tied up and have it hidden inside her bandana. Eri also seemed apprehensive about letting her hair free and properly showing her true self; the feline side of Eri Kasamoto. A shy, blushing gal that not one of the officer in this base will recognize her as the former Eri Kasamoto, and definitely not Tarma Roving.

From Queen of Destruction to Queen of Gals, Eri Kasamoto is wooed by Fiolina Germi; she comically bows down worshiping her like a god, "OMG! I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!"

"Stop… Stop it! You act like you're worshiping me with someone else!" the red face Eri cried girlishly

"OMG! SQUECKY VOICE! I'm truly not worthy!"

"F-f-f-f-FIO!"

"Her voice, her blushing red face, that's no Queen of Destruction; that's the maiden of all girls' strife for! ALL HAIL ERI KASAMOTO!"

"S-s-s-stop it Fio! Your making me looked bad!"

"OMG! TEARS OF JOY!"

The joke went on, and mostly Fio makes fun with Eri's huge vulnerability as a girl. While Fio teaches Eri the rights and wrong about dating, little did they know what might be the outcome after this perfect dating could turn out; Fio imagine Eri finally get to hold hands with Tarma, romantically strolling down the beach giggling, splashing seawater at each other, like those charade drama love movies she always inspires. Eri however could only think one thing, if this doesn't turn up well and embarrass herself among the crowd for being a clown, she's going to start bombing everyone in sight.

And she knows the first person to target it with.

You too bud, yeah you, the one writing this damn fic!

CURSES!

Chapter 1 of 2 end!

Well, I'm not complete this chapter yet, as part 2 is still is progress. It also appears that the team knew of my presents here, so I'm going to run now and complete the second chapter before all hell breaks loose!