Okay, this is just an idea I've had for a few days now and I just wanted to try it out. I think that I'm going to start waiting for 5 reviews until I update my stories. Well, you've been warned! Don't say I didn't tell you. I hope you guys like this and I really want to know what you think. Is everything all cleared up here? Yeah, I think so. Alright, here we go.
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Lita- 19
G-Boys- 20
Silently, the lone figure walked over the burning desert sand. *Sometimes, Earth sucks,* the figure thought. *I swear, when I find this guy, I'm gonna hurt him really bad,* the bounty hunter thought, while pounding her fist in the palm of her other hand. *This bounty better be worth this.*
As the wind picked up and the sand started to blow around again, the bounty hunter pulled the cloth of her cloak closer towards her eyes. When the cloth did nothing to stop the invading sand, she closed her eyes.
After awhile, the sand subsided and she opened her eyes again. In front of her was a bar like thing.
"Civilization," the girl sighed. Her voice was a bit hoarse from lack of use and she assumed that she would need a bath since she had been walking for awhile now. She pushed the door open and walked inside. Feeling the air conditioning on her sand-scratched face, she sighed. Silently, she thanked the gods that there was inside cooling.
"What'll you have," the bartender asked when she sat down at the bar.
"Doesn't matter," she said, putting some money down on the bar.
"Alright, miss," the bartender said, putting some drink in front of the bounty hunter. "You wanna have someone take your cloak?"
"No," she said, dowing her drink in one gulp. The liquid burned down her throat and filled her limbs with new energy. Soon, two guys sat down on either side of her and one even had the nerve to put his arm around her.
"Hey, baby," the guy said. "How about you and me go somewhere more private?"
"What's your name," she asked, not bothering to look at him.
"Dean Kincade," he said. "Best Mobile Suit pilot on this planet. And who are you, sugar?"
"Just the man I'm looking for," she said, turning towards him and pulling back the hood to her cape. There was a collective gasp from around the room.
"You're....You're...You're...You're...You're," was all the man could say.
"I'm Ryoko," the girl sneered, "and today, you have a date with your maker. Let's step outside, shall we?"
The man started running out of the bar and Ryoko just smiled evilly.
"They always have to do it the hard way," she sighed then gave chase.
When she got outside, the man was no where in sight. She looked around, but pause when she hear something from behind her. Quickly, she spun around and ducked, barely getting out of the way of the flying barrell. She drew her gun and pulled the trigger. The bullett flew true and hit it's mark, right in the man's heart. He was dead the instant the bullet hit. He fell to the ground and Ryoko smiled.
"Another one down," she whispered to herself. "That's another 2,000 this month. Better go call it in."
A few hours later, Ryoko sat back down at the bar and ordered another drink. She could feel everyone staring at her.
"Do you have and open room," Ryoko asked the bartender.
"No, ma'am," the man said, his voice shaking.
"Do you have a jeep or something," she asked.
"Yeah, it's around back, why," questioned the man.
"Here," she said, placing some more money down on the counter. "Hand over the keys."
The man quickly complied and she took the jeep. Driving fast, her brown hair flowed in the breeze. Ryoko shook her head, trying to rid it of all of it's sand. For the first time in a long while, she smiled. Then she let out a whoop of laughter.
(Cairo, Egypt........)
The Arabian blonde around once more. They had heard rumors about the great bounty hunter, Ryoko, being in the area and had to check it out. They were supposed to pay her to work with them for awhile so that she could go after some OZ officals. But so far, the rumors only appeared to be just that. But the bar went stunningly silent when the door slammed open and, in a gust of sand, a tall beautiful woman walked in and sat down at the bar.
Her outfit was very simple. She was wearing a pair of black bicycle shorts, thigh- gun holsters, a low-cut tight fitting dark blue tank top, a brown cape with a hood, and around her belt, a silver sword. She strolled up to the bar, sat down on a stool and ordered herself a drink.
"Is that her," Duo asked, drooling. "Please, tell me that's her."
"I think it is," Quatre said. "Let's go and find out."
Quietly, the five guys strolled up to the bar and stood behind the brunette girl. She didn't bother to turn around, but one hand clasped on of her guns.
"Ryoko," questioned Quatre.
"Yes, and who are you," she asked, turning to face the guys. She gasped and stared at Quatre. He stared back and couldn't think of anything to say.
"Quatre," she questioned almost silently.
"Lita," he asked in the same tone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Welp, that's it for now. I couldn't think of anything else to write. Like I said before, I'm not writing anymore until I get 5 REVIEWS!!!! THAT GOES FOR ALL OF MY STORIES!!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. AND IF YOU DON'T TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, YOU GET NO MORE STORY!!!!!! SO, LIKE I'VE STATED SEVERAL TIMES ALREADY, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Now you have no excuse not to review. Well, Later Days, Loyal Readers. Review!
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Lita- 19
G-Boys- 20
Silently, the lone figure walked over the burning desert sand. *Sometimes, Earth sucks,* the figure thought. *I swear, when I find this guy, I'm gonna hurt him really bad,* the bounty hunter thought, while pounding her fist in the palm of her other hand. *This bounty better be worth this.*
As the wind picked up and the sand started to blow around again, the bounty hunter pulled the cloth of her cloak closer towards her eyes. When the cloth did nothing to stop the invading sand, she closed her eyes.
After awhile, the sand subsided and she opened her eyes again. In front of her was a bar like thing.
"Civilization," the girl sighed. Her voice was a bit hoarse from lack of use and she assumed that she would need a bath since she had been walking for awhile now. She pushed the door open and walked inside. Feeling the air conditioning on her sand-scratched face, she sighed. Silently, she thanked the gods that there was inside cooling.
"What'll you have," the bartender asked when she sat down at the bar.
"Doesn't matter," she said, putting some money down on the bar.
"Alright, miss," the bartender said, putting some drink in front of the bounty hunter. "You wanna have someone take your cloak?"
"No," she said, dowing her drink in one gulp. The liquid burned down her throat and filled her limbs with new energy. Soon, two guys sat down on either side of her and one even had the nerve to put his arm around her.
"Hey, baby," the guy said. "How about you and me go somewhere more private?"
"What's your name," she asked, not bothering to look at him.
"Dean Kincade," he said. "Best Mobile Suit pilot on this planet. And who are you, sugar?"
"Just the man I'm looking for," she said, turning towards him and pulling back the hood to her cape. There was a collective gasp from around the room.
"You're....You're...You're...You're...You're," was all the man could say.
"I'm Ryoko," the girl sneered, "and today, you have a date with your maker. Let's step outside, shall we?"
The man started running out of the bar and Ryoko just smiled evilly.
"They always have to do it the hard way," she sighed then gave chase.
When she got outside, the man was no where in sight. She looked around, but pause when she hear something from behind her. Quickly, she spun around and ducked, barely getting out of the way of the flying barrell. She drew her gun and pulled the trigger. The bullett flew true and hit it's mark, right in the man's heart. He was dead the instant the bullet hit. He fell to the ground and Ryoko smiled.
"Another one down," she whispered to herself. "That's another 2,000 this month. Better go call it in."
A few hours later, Ryoko sat back down at the bar and ordered another drink. She could feel everyone staring at her.
"Do you have and open room," Ryoko asked the bartender.
"No, ma'am," the man said, his voice shaking.
"Do you have a jeep or something," she asked.
"Yeah, it's around back, why," questioned the man.
"Here," she said, placing some more money down on the counter. "Hand over the keys."
The man quickly complied and she took the jeep. Driving fast, her brown hair flowed in the breeze. Ryoko shook her head, trying to rid it of all of it's sand. For the first time in a long while, she smiled. Then she let out a whoop of laughter.
(Cairo, Egypt........)
The Arabian blonde around once more. They had heard rumors about the great bounty hunter, Ryoko, being in the area and had to check it out. They were supposed to pay her to work with them for awhile so that she could go after some OZ officals. But so far, the rumors only appeared to be just that. But the bar went stunningly silent when the door slammed open and, in a gust of sand, a tall beautiful woman walked in and sat down at the bar.
Her outfit was very simple. She was wearing a pair of black bicycle shorts, thigh- gun holsters, a low-cut tight fitting dark blue tank top, a brown cape with a hood, and around her belt, a silver sword. She strolled up to the bar, sat down on a stool and ordered herself a drink.
"Is that her," Duo asked, drooling. "Please, tell me that's her."
"I think it is," Quatre said. "Let's go and find out."
Quietly, the five guys strolled up to the bar and stood behind the brunette girl. She didn't bother to turn around, but one hand clasped on of her guns.
"Ryoko," questioned Quatre.
"Yes, and who are you," she asked, turning to face the guys. She gasped and stared at Quatre. He stared back and couldn't think of anything to say.
"Quatre," she questioned almost silently.
"Lita," he asked in the same tone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Welp, that's it for now. I couldn't think of anything else to write. Like I said before, I'm not writing anymore until I get 5 REVIEWS!!!! THAT GOES FOR ALL OF MY STORIES!!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. AND IF YOU DON'T TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, YOU GET NO MORE STORY!!!!!! SO, LIKE I'VE STATED SEVERAL TIMES ALREADY, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Now you have no excuse not to review. Well, Later Days, Loyal Readers. Review!