This is a work of fanfiction. Superboy, Knockout, Tana Moon, Rex and Roxy Leech, Triad, and Jason Blood are all copyrighted by DC Comics and are not used with permission. Project: A-ko, A-ko herself, B-ko, C-ko, Asa, Kei, Graviton City, Graviton High School for Girls, the Akagiyama 23, and the Spaceship Hotel are all copyrighted by Soeishinsha/Final-Nishijima and Central Park Media and are *also* not used with permission. Olkon is my character, but I don't care what you do with him. Dress him in a tutu--he deserves it! :) This story may be posted and distributed freely--just don't monkey with my text, especially this heading. Got it? Good. I like comments, so send any you might have to David Outram at hkoutram@hsonline.net Flames shall be treated with the derisive laughter they deserve. Thank you.
Superboy and Project: A-ko
Chapter One: Meetings
Superboy watched the approaching figure with admiration. It belonged to a tall, statuesque woman in a green, skintight outfit. As the woman got closer, it dawned on Superboy that recognized the costume. Reluctantly, he tore his eyes from her torso and looked at her face.
"Knockout!" he exclaimed. "What are you doin' here?" He glanced at the artifact he was charged with guarding, and added under his breath, "Or is that a stupid question?" He urreptitiously braced himself for combat. Knockout noticed, however, and grinned. "Relax, pup. I'm on your side, now, remember? I just came over to help you guard this moldy old book," she said, gesturing at the tome she referred to. She gave him a broad wink. "Your track record as a guard hasn't been very good, at all."
Superboy scowled. "Y'know, you reminding me about that isn't gonna exactly set me at ease." Superboy had first met Knockout when she stole the Spear of Lono from a museum when Superboy was guarding it.
"Hey, I only stole the damn thing 'cause I wanted a good brawl," Knockout grinned. "You sure gave me that."
Superboy grimaced, remembering. That fight had left him aching for days afterward. "So why do you wanna help me? Guard duty's boring as hell. Believe me."
She shrugged. "It beats the hell out of hanging around your place, being ogled by Leech." Rex Leech was Superboy's "business manager". Slimy didn't *begin* to describe him.
Superboy, distracted by the effects of Knockout's shrug on her torso, was slow in answering. Remembering himself, he again raised his eyes. "What the hell," he decided. "Oughtta be more interesting than sittin' here by myself."
Knockout agreed heartily. "Oh, I'm sure we can find ways to make this a *lot* more interesting," she purred.
Superboy shifted uncomfortably. Contrary to his image, he wasn't out to score with every woman he met. He was deeply in love with Tana Moon, and didn't want to do anything to damage their relationship. While he saw nothing wrong with staring and flirting, anything more
was out, in his book. He was well aware that Knockout wanted *much* more.
"C'mon, Knockout, we've discussed this before," he said in a pleading tone.
Knockout caught the tone and relented. "Oh, all right," she grumbled. "Have it your way." She was pushing too hard, she realized. She needed to ease up, or risk losing him for good. _I'm not used to competing for a guy,_ she thought. _It was always the other way around, before. Before I met Superboy._
She mentally ticked off her rivals. Tana Moon, of course, was at the top of the list. Superboy had made no secret of his feelings for her. Knockout wished she could figure out a strategy to eliminate her as a factor, but the only thing she could think of was drop-kicking Moon into the nearest active volcano. She didn't think Superboy would be too well-disposed toward her after that, so she resolved to keep thinking about it.
The rest of the list was easier to deal with. Roxy Leech, Rex Leech's daughter, had thankfully resigned herself to more of an "older sister" role in Superboy's life, so was no longer in the running.
The various teenyboppers in Superboy's high school were also no threat, as he obviously preferred older women.
She had also caught references to some girl from the 30'th century that had caught his eye. What was (will be?) her name? Dryad? No, Triad. Knockout saw no real problems, there, either. She knew from experience that long-distance romances never worked, and you
couldn't get much more "long-distance" than a thousand years.
_Enough of this,_ she told herself. _Talk to him._ "Does this book here have a name?" she asked, for lack of a better topic.
"'The Book of Olkon' they said," Superboy replied. "I guess this 'Olkon' dude wrote it, or something."
"You look inside?"
"Nah. The dudes that briefed me said they had a specialist comin' in to take a look at it. Name of Jason Blood. What kind of a name is *Blood*? Anyway, accordin' to them, Blood said never to open the book."
"He say why not?"
"All I caught was somethin' about alertin' the 'original owner' to it's presence. I had other things on my mind at that point," Superboy admitted. Things such as a beautiful woman in tight jeans passing by.
"I can imagine," Knockout commented dryly. "So what are you worried about? That book's gotta be a million years old! The original owner's dust by now." Knockout reached toward the tome.
Superboy grabbed her wrist. "I don't think that's such a good idea, Knockout," he warned. "Why are you so interested in it, anyway? No offense, but you don't seem like the bookish type."
Knockout couldn't explain her interest, but she didn't feel like admitting it, so she said, "A lot *you* know, pup! Maybe you should try to get to know me better, huh?" Shaking loose his grip, she again reached for the Book of Olkon.
Superboy again tried to prevent her, but a shove sent him staggering. "What the hell?" he shouted. He flailed, but was unable to recover his balance in time to prevent Knockout from opening the book.
As soon as she had done so, the compulsion left her. Superboy, regaining his balance, asked, "What the hell'd you do that for?"
"I don't know," Knockout shakily replied. I just knew I *had* to open it, and no one was gonna stop me."
"You serious?" Superboy asked.
"Yeah."
"This is too weird," said Superboy. "Well, nothing seems to have happened. I guess it's okay."
Just then, a chill wind blew through the room, and the lights darkened to a fitful glow. Peering through the gloom, Superboy and Knockout could see a swirling darkness a few yards ahead of them. The swirling coalesced into an inky-black hole in space, through which stepped a gut-wrenchingly hideous beast. It had a body that looked like a bloated cross between a toad and a pig, topped by the head of a lizard that had gotten too close to a garbage disposal unit. Waving
around the thing like diseased seaweed were innumerable tentacles.
"I've got a BIIIIIIIG mouth!" groaned Superboy.
The monster spoke, in English, "Thank you for finding my book for me. I was beginning to think I would have to deal with the Conjuction without it." He turned to Knockout, who still had her hand on the book's cover. "Red Hair, by your action, you have earned my pleasure. You shall be my high priestess and consort when I rule the multiverse."
"*Consort?!*" shrieked Knockout. "Uh-uh. No way. Pup, let's take this creep out."
"I'm with you, KO," Superboy replied. He rose into the air and prepared for battle.
The demon laughed; a cruel, terrifying sound. "Fools! I am *Olkon*! Most powerful of the elder demons. I have laid *worlds* to waste. What--"
Olkon's tirade was interrupted by Superboy's, "Never heard'a ya! Now why don't you just go back through your little hole, and leave us the fuck alone?" _Well, it's worth a try,_ Superboy thought.
Olkon was not amused. "You shall pay for your insolence, whelp. But for now, bide awhile and witness as I give my consort a taste of her many pleasures to come." His tentacles stretched toward Knockout. As they got closer, she saw that their tips looked disturbingly fam-
iliar.
"What's with those tentacles," Superboy whispered to her. "They look just like--"
"Like dicks," Knockout finished. "I hope they ain't functional."
The demon leered. "Oh, but they *are*. Extremely functional. I shall give you such exquisite pleasure with them."
"The hell you will!" Knockout shrieked. She snagged two of the grotesque members and yanked with all her considerable strength. Despite her great strength, she did absolutely no damage as the tentacles merely stretched to accomodate her pull. Other tentacles started to
wrap themselves around her legs and arms. "Damn!" she yelled. "SB! Do something!"
Superboy was already in motion. He flew directly at the monster and slugged him in his deformed head. Olkon roared in rage as he flew backward withe the force of the blow. He was unable to maintain his grip on Knockout's body and she fell to the ground. Getting to her
feet, she called, "Thanks, pup."
"No prob, KO," Superboy replied, closing with Olkon again. "And don't call me--"
The young hero's sentence went unfinished as Olkon's struck hard into Superboy's stomach. Superboy doubled over, gasping in pain, and the demon's followup strike smashed into his head. Dazed, Superboy slumped to the ground.
Olkon grabbed him and held him aloft with four tentacles. "I should make you suffer days for your assault on me," the monster snarled. "But I haven't the time. The conjunction of planes is too close." The demon made some intricate motions, and a second black disk appeared in the space behind Superboy. "I banish you to another world," Olkon intoned. "May you never return!" With that, he hurled Superboy into the hole.
Superboy only had presence of mind enough to yell, "Oh, shiiiiii..." as he disappeared.
Olkon turned to Knockout, who was standing aghast nearby. "Now where were we?" he asked rhetorically, as his tentacles reached for her again.
*****
"Weekend!" yelled C-ko happily, bounding down the front steps to Graviton High School for Girls. "Two whole days to ourselves! Isn't it great? What should we do? We gotta do something *fun*! What do you want to do, A-ko?" As usual, her mouth was going a mile a minute.
A-ko smiled tolerantly. C-ko was like this every Friday. Come to think of it, she was like this almost every day at some point. Brushing an errant lock of red hair out of her eyes, A-ko replied, "I dunno, C-ko. I hadn't really thought about it."
"Well, we gotta do *something*," C-ko insisted. She adopted a look of intense concentration--the sort of look she never used in class. "I know!" she exclaimed at last. "Let's go on a picnic to-
morrow! We'll sit in the park on a blanket and I'll cook lots of things to eat and--"
A horrified A-ko interrupted, "Or maybe we can see a movie. There's a new cartoon from America you might like." C-ko loved American cartoons. A-ko didn't really care for them. They were almost all aimed at kids, and they always drew the eyes too small--you could hardly see them! But anything to get C-ko's mind off of *cooking*...
"An American cartoon? Great!" C-ko enthused. "We can go there after the picnic."
A-ko cringed. _After the stomach pump, she means,_ A-ko thought. _Sometimes you just can't win. And Dad wonders why I always stuff myself at dinner. After sleeping late and skipping breakfast, then lunch a la C-ko, it's the only meal I get to eat all day._
C-ko's cooking was infamous for its inedibility. Even A-ko's cast-iron stomach couldn't keep it down. But that never stopped C-ko from regularly attempting to poison anyone who couldn't avoid it. As C-ko's best friend, A-ko was a frequent victim of C-ko's culinary terrorism. Only A-ko's superhuman endurance saved her from a horrible death.
_If only refusing was an option,_ A-ko thought bitterly. _But the only thing worse than eating her food is dealing with her hurt feelings._ She sighed and made a mental note to smuggle some Pepto-Bismol to the picnic.
Not that it would do any good.
Her gloomy thoughts were interrupted when C-ko asked her, "Do you hear that?"
A-ko hadn't been paying attention. "Hear what?" she asked. Then she heard it--a faint scream--sounded like, "...iiiiiiiiii..." A-ko stopped and cast about for the source.
Abruptly a dark hole appeared directly before A-ko and the the scream increased in volume--"...iiiiiit!" A figure emerged from the hole at high speed and crashed into the wall behind A-ko, who had dodged barely in time.
"Shit, that was close!" A-ko swore. "Who *was* that?" She turned toward the person imbedded in the wall just as it collapsed, burying him. All the two girls saw was a flash of red and blue clothing before he disappeared under the rubble.
A-ko ran over to the former wall. "C'mon C-ko, we gotta get him out of there!" She began hurling slabs of concrete off of the pile (disrupting traffic and damaging property for miles around.) C-ko tried to help, but couldn't lift even the smallest piece, so she set-
tled for cheering A-ko on.
Asa, nearby, dove for cover, keeping her camcorder trained on the rescue effort. _B-ko's not paying me nearly enough for this,_ she thought. B-ko was a beautiful, spoiled rich girl in A-ko and C-ko's class. She considered herself and A-ko rivals for C-ko's affections. C-ko, however, was completely devoted to A-ko. This was totally lost on B-ko, who, under the assumption that A-ko was the only thing standing in the way of her desire, used her inventive genius and money to create a series of robots designed to defeat her rival. A-ko defeated them easily. B-ko finally came up with the Akagiyama 23, an extremely powerful battlesuit, which, while it covered very little of B-ko's body, nonetheless enabled her to fight A-ko directly. The massively destructive battle which followed interrupted without a decision when C-ko was kidnapped by aliens.
But that's another story entirely. Since then, A-ko and B-ko's rivalry has simmered (with occasional destructive flareups, causing Graviton City's insurance industry to boom). B-ko has maintained a constant surveilance on her nemesis, using Asa and several other girls from their class.
B-ko sat in her favorite chair, watching A-ko shift the pile of rubble on her monitor, but her mind was elsewhere.
"Kei," she sighed to herself, feeling maudlin. "We could have been so good together. Why did you have to fall in love with C-ko?" She sighed again. Thinking of C-ko again, she raised her eyes to the monitor to view her other true love. As she did so, A-ko tossed aside the last slab (which landed on the Spaceship Hotel, causing its captain/owner to pitch an absolute fit.)
B-ko glanced at the unconsious figure of Superboy thus revealed. Then looked again. She stared. "He's...gorgeous," she murmured. Kei? Who needed Kei?
A-ko was also staring at the unconcious boy she had rescued, but her gaze was fixed on the stylized 'S' symbol on his chest. "Dad?" she whispered.
*****
Next Chapter: What happens to Knockout (attention hentai: don't bother--you'll be bored, really!). Also, A-ko takes Superboy home to meet her folks. Wonder what they'll talk about?
Superboy and Project: A-ko
Chapter One: Meetings
Superboy watched the approaching figure with admiration. It belonged to a tall, statuesque woman in a green, skintight outfit. As the woman got closer, it dawned on Superboy that recognized the costume. Reluctantly, he tore his eyes from her torso and looked at her face.
"Knockout!" he exclaimed. "What are you doin' here?" He glanced at the artifact he was charged with guarding, and added under his breath, "Or is that a stupid question?" He urreptitiously braced himself for combat. Knockout noticed, however, and grinned. "Relax, pup. I'm on your side, now, remember? I just came over to help you guard this moldy old book," she said, gesturing at the tome she referred to. She gave him a broad wink. "Your track record as a guard hasn't been very good, at all."
Superboy scowled. "Y'know, you reminding me about that isn't gonna exactly set me at ease." Superboy had first met Knockout when she stole the Spear of Lono from a museum when Superboy was guarding it.
"Hey, I only stole the damn thing 'cause I wanted a good brawl," Knockout grinned. "You sure gave me that."
Superboy grimaced, remembering. That fight had left him aching for days afterward. "So why do you wanna help me? Guard duty's boring as hell. Believe me."
She shrugged. "It beats the hell out of hanging around your place, being ogled by Leech." Rex Leech was Superboy's "business manager". Slimy didn't *begin* to describe him.
Superboy, distracted by the effects of Knockout's shrug on her torso, was slow in answering. Remembering himself, he again raised his eyes. "What the hell," he decided. "Oughtta be more interesting than sittin' here by myself."
Knockout agreed heartily. "Oh, I'm sure we can find ways to make this a *lot* more interesting," she purred.
Superboy shifted uncomfortably. Contrary to his image, he wasn't out to score with every woman he met. He was deeply in love with Tana Moon, and didn't want to do anything to damage their relationship. While he saw nothing wrong with staring and flirting, anything more
was out, in his book. He was well aware that Knockout wanted *much* more.
"C'mon, Knockout, we've discussed this before," he said in a pleading tone.
Knockout caught the tone and relented. "Oh, all right," she grumbled. "Have it your way." She was pushing too hard, she realized. She needed to ease up, or risk losing him for good. _I'm not used to competing for a guy,_ she thought. _It was always the other way around, before. Before I met Superboy._
She mentally ticked off her rivals. Tana Moon, of course, was at the top of the list. Superboy had made no secret of his feelings for her. Knockout wished she could figure out a strategy to eliminate her as a factor, but the only thing she could think of was drop-kicking Moon into the nearest active volcano. She didn't think Superboy would be too well-disposed toward her after that, so she resolved to keep thinking about it.
The rest of the list was easier to deal with. Roxy Leech, Rex Leech's daughter, had thankfully resigned herself to more of an "older sister" role in Superboy's life, so was no longer in the running.
The various teenyboppers in Superboy's high school were also no threat, as he obviously preferred older women.
She had also caught references to some girl from the 30'th century that had caught his eye. What was (will be?) her name? Dryad? No, Triad. Knockout saw no real problems, there, either. She knew from experience that long-distance romances never worked, and you
couldn't get much more "long-distance" than a thousand years.
_Enough of this,_ she told herself. _Talk to him._ "Does this book here have a name?" she asked, for lack of a better topic.
"'The Book of Olkon' they said," Superboy replied. "I guess this 'Olkon' dude wrote it, or something."
"You look inside?"
"Nah. The dudes that briefed me said they had a specialist comin' in to take a look at it. Name of Jason Blood. What kind of a name is *Blood*? Anyway, accordin' to them, Blood said never to open the book."
"He say why not?"
"All I caught was somethin' about alertin' the 'original owner' to it's presence. I had other things on my mind at that point," Superboy admitted. Things such as a beautiful woman in tight jeans passing by.
"I can imagine," Knockout commented dryly. "So what are you worried about? That book's gotta be a million years old! The original owner's dust by now." Knockout reached toward the tome.
Superboy grabbed her wrist. "I don't think that's such a good idea, Knockout," he warned. "Why are you so interested in it, anyway? No offense, but you don't seem like the bookish type."
Knockout couldn't explain her interest, but she didn't feel like admitting it, so she said, "A lot *you* know, pup! Maybe you should try to get to know me better, huh?" Shaking loose his grip, she again reached for the Book of Olkon.
Superboy again tried to prevent her, but a shove sent him staggering. "What the hell?" he shouted. He flailed, but was unable to recover his balance in time to prevent Knockout from opening the book.
As soon as she had done so, the compulsion left her. Superboy, regaining his balance, asked, "What the hell'd you do that for?"
"I don't know," Knockout shakily replied. I just knew I *had* to open it, and no one was gonna stop me."
"You serious?" Superboy asked.
"Yeah."
"This is too weird," said Superboy. "Well, nothing seems to have happened. I guess it's okay."
Just then, a chill wind blew through the room, and the lights darkened to a fitful glow. Peering through the gloom, Superboy and Knockout could see a swirling darkness a few yards ahead of them. The swirling coalesced into an inky-black hole in space, through which stepped a gut-wrenchingly hideous beast. It had a body that looked like a bloated cross between a toad and a pig, topped by the head of a lizard that had gotten too close to a garbage disposal unit. Waving
around the thing like diseased seaweed were innumerable tentacles.
"I've got a BIIIIIIIG mouth!" groaned Superboy.
The monster spoke, in English, "Thank you for finding my book for me. I was beginning to think I would have to deal with the Conjuction without it." He turned to Knockout, who still had her hand on the book's cover. "Red Hair, by your action, you have earned my pleasure. You shall be my high priestess and consort when I rule the multiverse."
"*Consort?!*" shrieked Knockout. "Uh-uh. No way. Pup, let's take this creep out."
"I'm with you, KO," Superboy replied. He rose into the air and prepared for battle.
The demon laughed; a cruel, terrifying sound. "Fools! I am *Olkon*! Most powerful of the elder demons. I have laid *worlds* to waste. What--"
Olkon's tirade was interrupted by Superboy's, "Never heard'a ya! Now why don't you just go back through your little hole, and leave us the fuck alone?" _Well, it's worth a try,_ Superboy thought.
Olkon was not amused. "You shall pay for your insolence, whelp. But for now, bide awhile and witness as I give my consort a taste of her many pleasures to come." His tentacles stretched toward Knockout. As they got closer, she saw that their tips looked disturbingly fam-
iliar.
"What's with those tentacles," Superboy whispered to her. "They look just like--"
"Like dicks," Knockout finished. "I hope they ain't functional."
The demon leered. "Oh, but they *are*. Extremely functional. I shall give you such exquisite pleasure with them."
"The hell you will!" Knockout shrieked. She snagged two of the grotesque members and yanked with all her considerable strength. Despite her great strength, she did absolutely no damage as the tentacles merely stretched to accomodate her pull. Other tentacles started to
wrap themselves around her legs and arms. "Damn!" she yelled. "SB! Do something!"
Superboy was already in motion. He flew directly at the monster and slugged him in his deformed head. Olkon roared in rage as he flew backward withe the force of the blow. He was unable to maintain his grip on Knockout's body and she fell to the ground. Getting to her
feet, she called, "Thanks, pup."
"No prob, KO," Superboy replied, closing with Olkon again. "And don't call me--"
The young hero's sentence went unfinished as Olkon's struck hard into Superboy's stomach. Superboy doubled over, gasping in pain, and the demon's followup strike smashed into his head. Dazed, Superboy slumped to the ground.
Olkon grabbed him and held him aloft with four tentacles. "I should make you suffer days for your assault on me," the monster snarled. "But I haven't the time. The conjunction of planes is too close." The demon made some intricate motions, and a second black disk appeared in the space behind Superboy. "I banish you to another world," Olkon intoned. "May you never return!" With that, he hurled Superboy into the hole.
Superboy only had presence of mind enough to yell, "Oh, shiiiiii..." as he disappeared.
Olkon turned to Knockout, who was standing aghast nearby. "Now where were we?" he asked rhetorically, as his tentacles reached for her again.
*****
"Weekend!" yelled C-ko happily, bounding down the front steps to Graviton High School for Girls. "Two whole days to ourselves! Isn't it great? What should we do? We gotta do something *fun*! What do you want to do, A-ko?" As usual, her mouth was going a mile a minute.
A-ko smiled tolerantly. C-ko was like this every Friday. Come to think of it, she was like this almost every day at some point. Brushing an errant lock of red hair out of her eyes, A-ko replied, "I dunno, C-ko. I hadn't really thought about it."
"Well, we gotta do *something*," C-ko insisted. She adopted a look of intense concentration--the sort of look she never used in class. "I know!" she exclaimed at last. "Let's go on a picnic to-
morrow! We'll sit in the park on a blanket and I'll cook lots of things to eat and--"
A horrified A-ko interrupted, "Or maybe we can see a movie. There's a new cartoon from America you might like." C-ko loved American cartoons. A-ko didn't really care for them. They were almost all aimed at kids, and they always drew the eyes too small--you could hardly see them! But anything to get C-ko's mind off of *cooking*...
"An American cartoon? Great!" C-ko enthused. "We can go there after the picnic."
A-ko cringed. _After the stomach pump, she means,_ A-ko thought. _Sometimes you just can't win. And Dad wonders why I always stuff myself at dinner. After sleeping late and skipping breakfast, then lunch a la C-ko, it's the only meal I get to eat all day._
C-ko's cooking was infamous for its inedibility. Even A-ko's cast-iron stomach couldn't keep it down. But that never stopped C-ko from regularly attempting to poison anyone who couldn't avoid it. As C-ko's best friend, A-ko was a frequent victim of C-ko's culinary terrorism. Only A-ko's superhuman endurance saved her from a horrible death.
_If only refusing was an option,_ A-ko thought bitterly. _But the only thing worse than eating her food is dealing with her hurt feelings._ She sighed and made a mental note to smuggle some Pepto-Bismol to the picnic.
Not that it would do any good.
Her gloomy thoughts were interrupted when C-ko asked her, "Do you hear that?"
A-ko hadn't been paying attention. "Hear what?" she asked. Then she heard it--a faint scream--sounded like, "...iiiiiiiiii..." A-ko stopped and cast about for the source.
Abruptly a dark hole appeared directly before A-ko and the the scream increased in volume--"...iiiiiit!" A figure emerged from the hole at high speed and crashed into the wall behind A-ko, who had dodged barely in time.
"Shit, that was close!" A-ko swore. "Who *was* that?" She turned toward the person imbedded in the wall just as it collapsed, burying him. All the two girls saw was a flash of red and blue clothing before he disappeared under the rubble.
A-ko ran over to the former wall. "C'mon C-ko, we gotta get him out of there!" She began hurling slabs of concrete off of the pile (disrupting traffic and damaging property for miles around.) C-ko tried to help, but couldn't lift even the smallest piece, so she set-
tled for cheering A-ko on.
Asa, nearby, dove for cover, keeping her camcorder trained on the rescue effort. _B-ko's not paying me nearly enough for this,_ she thought. B-ko was a beautiful, spoiled rich girl in A-ko and C-ko's class. She considered herself and A-ko rivals for C-ko's affections. C-ko, however, was completely devoted to A-ko. This was totally lost on B-ko, who, under the assumption that A-ko was the only thing standing in the way of her desire, used her inventive genius and money to create a series of robots designed to defeat her rival. A-ko defeated them easily. B-ko finally came up with the Akagiyama 23, an extremely powerful battlesuit, which, while it covered very little of B-ko's body, nonetheless enabled her to fight A-ko directly. The massively destructive battle which followed interrupted without a decision when C-ko was kidnapped by aliens.
But that's another story entirely. Since then, A-ko and B-ko's rivalry has simmered (with occasional destructive flareups, causing Graviton City's insurance industry to boom). B-ko has maintained a constant surveilance on her nemesis, using Asa and several other girls from their class.
B-ko sat in her favorite chair, watching A-ko shift the pile of rubble on her monitor, but her mind was elsewhere.
"Kei," she sighed to herself, feeling maudlin. "We could have been so good together. Why did you have to fall in love with C-ko?" She sighed again. Thinking of C-ko again, she raised her eyes to the monitor to view her other true love. As she did so, A-ko tossed aside the last slab (which landed on the Spaceship Hotel, causing its captain/owner to pitch an absolute fit.)
B-ko glanced at the unconsious figure of Superboy thus revealed. Then looked again. She stared. "He's...gorgeous," she murmured. Kei? Who needed Kei?
A-ko was also staring at the unconcious boy she had rescued, but her gaze was fixed on the stylized 'S' symbol on his chest. "Dad?" she whispered.
*****
Next Chapter: What happens to Knockout (attention hentai: don't bother--you'll be bored, really!). Also, A-ko takes Superboy home to meet her folks. Wonder what they'll talk about?