Chapter Three

As soon as the enraged cat-girl stepped into the house, everyone knew Rape-Fest was over and done… Awwww… In time shorter than Shima's attention span when she's on a sugar high and crack, the house was completely vacant, except for the feline female and Tsuzuki-kun.

Tsuzuki's expressions lighten up to a smile once he realized who this Rape-Fest hater was. "Rei-chan! Oh it's been so long! How have you and Roy Mustang been doing?" Tsuzuki said gleefully while pulling the resisting cat girl into his arms in a crushing hug.

She managed to punch Tsuzuki upside the head and get him to shut up long enough for her to say something. "I'm fine, Tsuzuki. But two things: One, Roy married my mom and two, my name is Rebecca, not Rei."

"Oh… well, then…this is awkward…" Tsuzuki whispered sheepishly, twiddling his thumbs. It was mostly silent and the only movement was the tumbleweed flow by screen. Becca-Chan was the one to break the silence.

"Well Tsuzuki… what idiotic/retarded/perverted/illegal/cinnamon roll-related event did you cause now? I know for a fact that the authoress didn't just call me in for no reason at all…" Rebecca stared lazily into Tsuzuki's quivering eyes as he gulped. Becca-Chan was the only character in this entire fan fiction that was NOT insane/completely perverted! I know, shocking. How can such a person even exist on this plane of the living!? Tsuzuki, Shima, Muraki, Watari and the entire underworld were researching for any explanation for this unbelievable being. All the research proved that they had too much free time on hand.

"Well… ummm, Rebecca (gulp) Chan…? It, it may have had something to do with the fact that… Shima was kidnapped?" Tsuzuki kneeled down in front of Becca-Chan just to show how pitiful and low he was compared to her fury. Becca growled in her throat and picked Tsuzuki-kun off the ground with one hand. Her completely black and soulless eyes scared the shit out of Tsuzuki and he sunk back down low to the ground.

"Tsuzuki… this is pathetic… you're scared of a little girl?" Rebecca said slowly with a(n) –insert adjective here- look on her face. Tsuzuki shivered.

"If I say yes, will you hurt me?"

"No."

"Awwww…"

Rebecca pulled Tsuzuki back on his feet. "All right, Tsuzuki, you better explain to me, what exactly happened."

And he did. And, man did he! Tsuzuki mention thoroughly in great detail of the events that had occurred. Some Rebecca could have gone to sleep not knowing… Nonetheless, Becca-Chan listened, despite the fact she had begged the authoress to make him stop and her several suicide attempts failed.

"Then Muraki knocked Shima unconscious, slung her over his shoulder, taped a post-it note on my face, and left through the front door about two minutes before you entered." Tsuzuki finally ended and Rebecca dropped his knife. Becca-Chan thought to herself for a moment and slapped Tsuzuki in the face.

"You idiot! If you were only three feet away from everything that was happening, then why didn't you do anything to help Shima? I thought you loved her."

Tsuzuki stared at Rebecca blankly.

"I meant physically, Tsuzuki."

"OHHHHHHHH! Then, yeah, I do love her."

"How am I friends or even know you freakin' idiots…?" Rebecca slapped herself in her face. "KershaFangs, I hate you..."

Meanwhile at Rape Mountain...

(For the next paragraph, for all te italic words, instead of straining your vocabulary and wasting time on simply replace each one with the word, 'perverted'.)

Shima sighed bored, while upside down on a pole. She had just awoken and found herself in a strange place she had never seen before and locked in a rather questionably decoration room, now wearing a revealing leather outift. The room was filled with the dark glow of black lights which made made such things as the lewd posters, kinky toys, erotic novels, and the cast of Gravitation in swimsuits, appear clearer than the other morally corrupted objects in this twisted risqué Playboy-like chamber. There were such lascivious and diversity between everything smut within those walls that not even someone as libidinous as Shima knew it all.

This reminded her of her 6th birthday party.

She was still piecing together the puzzle of how she was conveyed into this queer location. She meant queer in both the sense. Shima tried and tried, yet due to her: memory lapses, A.D.D, delirlium, mental psychosis, drug consumption, mania, alchocol abuse, insanity, young age, sleep apnea, hypersexuality, and just being in this fan fiction, has Shima with the mental, problem, puzzle, attention skills of a creature whose very existence is questioned for the fact that it has the same brain responses of a dead body. I could list the disorders and dysfunctions and just plain things wrong with this girls, but that would much too long to read and then to understand the fact that there is a person who exists that is as truly screwed in head as Shima.

Then she woke up. She sighed restlessly, and sat up. Shima then soon noticed Muraki was watching over her with a closed smile. "Did you sleep well, my precious pussy(cat)?"

Shima 'reowed' deeply as if you says yes. "Muraki-Bunny, were you watching sleep this whole time?"

"Yes. Just what I promised to you the day we met... that fateful day so long ago..."

Shima smile herself, remembering that event...

(Flashback)

-static-

(End Flashback)

'Oh wait, I don't remember.'

Shima looked over to Muraki, matching her soft, blue eye's gaze upon Muraki's single visable one. Muraki raised a pale hand and grasped her chin, tilting her head up so they met in an even deeper gaze. Using his own hand, Muraki felt the soft cheek of Shima and only slowly carassed her skin. Shima closed her eyes and purred from the pleasing sense she aquired from his touch. "You have something you wish to say, Shima?" Muraki knew there was something on her mind. That's why Shima has had the newfoundly ability to sit for more than twenty seconds without breaking something. An incredible best for her.

Shima had opened her eyes and then averted her vision downwards, cursing the fact she had broken the contact between the two. "Yes... you see, um, Muraki... I cannot recall that day, the day we met, for you see... I have crack for brains."

Muraki chuckled deeply in response. "Very well then. I'll just have to remind then, won't I?" He scooped Shima up in his arms and laid down in an up-right position while Shima snuggled closely to his chest. She inhaled Muraki's scent. Oh, how Shima adored Muraki's colonge, Ode deu Rape, now with 15 more scent of fear than before. Muraki inhaled and began:

"It was a dark and stormy afternoon... the birds were chirping happily and the sun beamed down on all. I was in town just for the routinely 'killing several people, molesting random high school boys, and looking as sexy as ever'. Then as I was walking along, I was stopped by a woman. Her hair was long and straight with bangs positioned more to one half of her face, her eyes as deep and blue as the ocean, and her cremè skin was flawless. It was like vision of myself in the future. She stared at me intensively while I comteplated the name of a good plastic surgeon. Suddenly, she leaned over to my ear and whispered, "Wanna buy a kid? Real cheap, 20 bucks!". Having 21 dollars that day I of course accepted, promising to have and raise this child as I would mine own and care for them just as a father should. She then handed you to me, stole my money, and hid in a dumpster. I, being incredibility disappointed in you being a female, tossed you in a trash can and went to church in search of the alter boys. It appears though that our man doll Tsuzuki had found you and gave you a home with some hippies living in a college dorm. After they had graduated a year later, you were then raised by the women of a strip club. There you learn all the tricks and trades of being not only a stripper, but of hookers, sluts, and yiffie freaks too! And as you were walk to school for your first day of middle school, I drugged and kidnapped you. Then Tsuzuki had found you in my posession and drugged and kidnapped you back. This cycle continue for a while until I molested eveyone. After then, we all lived together, happy, in love, and raped."

Once Muraki was finished he was surprise that Shima had not ran away in search of absolutely nothing. Shima was in reality sleeping soundly in his arms with a content smile on her face. Muraki smiled again and tucked Shima into the bed. 'Sleep well Shima, for tomorrow, your training begins...'

Back with Rebecca and Tsuzuki...

"I can't work with someone like him. He's completely stupid and I'm bored without Shima." Rebecca crossed her arms and glared at Tsuzuki. The two of were begged the might of great authoress, me, to order some kind of plot hole so that they didn't have to be together to get to Shima. They hadn't not been able to work together at all...

(Flashback)

"Didn't you say there was a map to Rape Mountain, Tsuzuki?"

"What map?"

"The one on the post-it."

"What post-it?"

"The one...! Oh nevermind, I know how this will end..."

(Another Flashback)

"Tsuzuki, are you done mapquesting directions to Rape Mountain?"

"Um... maybe..."

"Tsuzuki, what did you- Oh my God, what have you... what did you... how did you... you are never allowed anywhere near my stuff!"

"I'm sorry! I was going to mapquest it, but then a IHops pop-up appeared for their new breakfast cinnamon rolls and... I just couldn't stop myself! Sometimes I just have such strong urges to--"

"LA LA LA! I'M NOT GOING TO BE A PART OF YOUR SICK LITTLE JOKE! LA LA LA!"

(Another Flashback)

"Tsuzuki! What happened to your hands? They're completely bloody!"

"KershaFangs threw a Cinnamon roll down the garbage disposal..."

"Oh, k."

(End Flashbacks)

That last one however, didn't really have anything to do with the problem...

I stood up and said, "I don't even have a plot for this story, I mean, a girl get kidnapped and taken to a place called Rape mounain? I'm making things up as I go along! And since there is no plot, there are no plot holes so you two are stuck with each other unless I think of something else... Bye bye!"

I pulled a lever out of nowhere and Tsuzuki and Rebecca fell through. I then petted the hole. "Ah, good old polt hole... you know I'll never let the other take you away from me... and now, sleep!" I passed out on the floor.

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So, can Rebecca and Tsuzuki work together long enough to find Rape Mountain? Does Shima even realize where she is? Will the authoress help Rebecca and Tsuzuki? Most likey not... and what is this mysterious 'training' Muraki has planned out for Shima? Well, if you've looking for answers, I'm just as confused as you...