Okay, before I start getting WTF's about this fic, I was watching The Terminator the other night, and I happened to glance over at my DVDs and saw Lucky Star. It suddenly hit me: What if Konata ended up playing a part in the war against the machines? What if Skynet sent a terminator back to kill her when she was the young, lovable otaku we all know? The concept of writing a Lucky Star/Terminator crossover was instantly right there, staring me in the face. I couldn't not. So, I hope everyone likes this. Please send me some reviews and tell me what you think. This fic is rated for language, violence, and some sexual content.
Darkness filled the town, as what few people left on the streets hurried to their homes, or to their late-night shifts. In the alleyway between the party store and a small restaurant, a guy was going through the dumpster, looking for things to sell on the internet. Already, his arms were full of paper Hello Kitty plates, Pokemon napkins, and a box of mass-produced birthday cars featuring the giant robots from a popular western franchise. He spied a Hello Kitty tablecloth underneath a cardboard crate.
"Oh!" He exclaimed. "I can sell this with the plates as a matching set! Kaching!" He began tugging on the tablecloth, when suddenly, he heard a crackling sound, like electrical arcing. He popped his head up out of the dumpster and looked around. The alley was dark and silent. He was about to continue, when a bluish electrical bolt zapped from the dumpster to the wall across the alley. He yelped, and dove out of the dumpster, thinking a lightning storm was descending upon him. Another bolt, then another flew across the alley, until he was bathed in an eerie blue light. A large globe of white light appeared, dishing a round hole into the concrete. As the recycling entrepreneur watched in amazement, a figure appeared in the light. The electrical sphere disappeared, leaving a very large and muscular nude man kneeling in the alley.
"Screw this, I'm outta here!" The dumpster shopper yelled, and ran. The large man who had appeared didn't seem to notice. He slowly stood and looked around. He began to walk.
Two bikers stood beside their Hondas, laughing and slugging one another in the arm. They both wore leather jackets and jeans. One wore a kamikaze headband, and they drank from large sake bottles as they roughhoused outside the closed warehouse, its dark windows leering at them like an angry landowner.
"Hey, hey…" The one with the headband said, pointing at the approaching nude man. "Look at this idiot. He must be more drunk than me!" They laughed as the man walked up to them. He studied each of them slowly, then looked at Kamikaze's partner.
"Give me your clothes and your motorcycle." The man said in a monotone voice.
"What have you been smoking, Baka?" The biker asked snidely.
"Your clothes. Give them to me." The man repeated stoically. The two bikers looked at each other. Kamikaze threw a hard punch into the man's face. He withdrew his hand in pain. It was like punching a brick wall. The naked man grabbed him by the collar, and effortlessly threw him through the air. He landed on top of a parked car, shattering the windshield. The other biker drew a tire iron, and brained the man across the forehead. The tire tool bent on impact.
"What in the hell?" The biker exclaimed. The naked man grasped the biker by the throat, and lifted him off of the ground. With a jerk, he broke the biker's neck, and dropped him to the asphalt. He knelt beside the still body, and began removing the young man's jacket.
…..
Across town, another strange electrical disturbance was beginning. In a parking garage, blue lightning bolts were arcing between vehicles. A glowing white sphere opened up, and a form appeared inside. The electrical crackling subsided, leaving a man laying naked on the concrete floor. This new arrival groaned in pain, and shakily got to his feet. He looked around, as if unsure where he was. He began to jog toward the exit of the parking structure. A bright light caused him to wince and shield his eyes.
"Stop where you are." A voice called. "Place your hands on top of your head and lay down on the ground." The man turned and ran. The police officer gave chase. The man ran past car after car. He turned down another row and disappeared. The officer drew his baton and crept around the line of autos. He looked around for the nude man he was chasing, but the suspect had seemingly vanished. Suddenly, the officer was thrown against a car, as the man seized the officer's baton and tore it from his grasp.
"What is the date?" The man demanded.
"Um…uh…" The officer stammered in shock. "April…uh…10th."
"What year is it?" The man exclaimed.
"What…." Another police car approached. The man took off with the officer's baton. The police car halted beside the stunned officer, who told his comrade of the strange assailant. The driver sped off in the direction the man had run, while the now disarmed officer jogged toward the exit to guard against escape.
By the time the police had secured the parking structure and called for backup, the man had already squeezed through an opening, and shimmied down two stories to the alley below. He slinked through the night until he came to a discount clothing store. He used the baton to break a pane of glass from the back door and unlocked it. He stealthily entered the business, and in a few minutes, he crept back out, wearing a pair of green cargo pants, a black tee shirt, hiking boots, and a gray trench coat. He slipped the baton underneath the coat and disappeared into the darkness of the city.
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Konata Izume walked to school with her friends. They paused at a crossing, waiting for the light to change to the familiar green stick figure indicating that it was safe to cross the street.
"You ever notice how the 'walk' light is a man, but the 'don't walk' light is a hand?" Konata asked. "Why do you think that is?"
"I…I never really thought about it." Miyuki replied thoughtfully.
"Yeah," Kagami said. "What about it?"
"Well," Konata said, "Why don't they just change the stop signal to a picture of a stick man standing to match the 'go' light of a man walking? And why is the stick figure a man? Isn't that a bit sexist?"
"Hmmm." Miyuki mused. "I suppose because the image of a man standing could be confusing. I mean, what if someone is colorblind and can't tell the difference between a green light and a red light. If they thought they should be crossing, they could get hurt."
"Valid point, Miyuki-san" Konata said.
"Mm-hmm." Kagami agreed.
"And maybe the guy who designed the picture didn't mean for it to look like a man or a woman." Tsukasa said. "I mean, if you really look at it, it could be a boy or a girl."
"I guess you're right." Konata said. Just then, the light changed to green, and the four girls began walking across. On the other side, Konata looked back. A man in a gray trench coat was standing at the corner, looking at them. The way he studied them made Konata feel a bit uneasy.
"What's wrong, Kona-chan?" Tsukasa asked.
"I dunno…just that guy across the street. He was looking at us awfully strangely." Konata replied. They looked back, but the man was gone.
"What man?" Kagami asked, scanning the sidewalk on the other side of the road as cars began to pass.
"He was at the light, looking at us." Konata said. "Like he knew one of us or something."
"Hmmm. Maybe it was somebody who did know you." Miyuki answered.
"No…he was to weird-looking to be somebody I know." Konata replied. "Maybe he was a kidnapper, who was planning on shanghaiing us and selling us as slaves on the black market!" She added with a smile and her index finger raised as if it were a stroke of brilliance. Tsukasa wore a skeptical expression.
"Or maybe it was just somebody who works with your dad, and recognized you, don't you think that's a little bit more rational?" Tsukasa said in an annoyed tone.
"That sounds believable." Konata agreed. All the girls giggled, and continued on their way to school. From around a corner, the man slowly peeked out at the girls, then pulled his long coat around himself, and waited until they were out of sight before crossing the road.
