Alternate Rewards
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Alternate Rewards written by Jino Turtlegod
M Rating. For mature readers only. Some scenes, themes, language, and situations are not suitable for younger readers. Reader discretion is advised.
Instinct
Most humans have what can rightfully be called animal instinct. Its main function is to ensure the individual's survival by triggering our impulse to either flee or fight. It is the little monkey within us gibbering that there's a sabertoothed tiger in the bushes. Petrushka shuddered as she stood under the hot shower in the dormitory bath. The monkey within had stopped gibbering and had run off into the trees.
As anyone who had ever felt it knows, it pays to listen to the monkey. You may not have a second chance.
Petrushka turned and slowly took in the rest of the bath which was empty except for another cyborg.
A cyborg with huge blue eyes staring covetously at her. Petrushka didn't like the way the other girl was looking at her with… a hungry look. She had seen those eyes before whenever she walked the town with Sandro in those outfits that Sandro said were the latest fashions but left her feeling exposed. Sometimes she even had to break bones when the persons to whom those eyes belonged to forgot to keep their hands to themselves and had tried to cop a feel (the operative word being 'try'). Sometimes Petrushka couldn't help but feel annoyed that of all the cyborgs, she was the only one who had to fend off the lechers.
"um, Triela?" Petrushka said cautiously as she covered herself up as best as she could with her hands.
Triela blinked.
"How do they feel?"
"E-excuse me?"
"Your breasts."
"What?!"
"Can I touch them?"
"WHAT?!"
000
Hillshire looked up as the door to his private room banged open. He frowned as he looked at his charge who was wearing a bathrobe and her hair still dripping. She had the wide grin of the cat who ate the canary.
"Triela-"
"Listen! I know what I want next Christmas!"
"Eh?"
"Boobs!"
"Pardon?" Hillshire replied, clearly lost.
"I want these upgraded!" Triela said as she opened her bathrobe to show her Handler what she meant.
Hillshire's brain shut down at that point.
OWARI
A.N.
"Should we make an ID for you too? With your looks you'd make a great cop. You're a little short, but we could put your hair down and give you some dark glasses... oh, and pad your chest out a little. Anyway, if we do it right, nobody will say anything."
- Hillshire, Gunslinger Girl vol 3, p60
"What about your family? Are you part Japanese?"
- Mimi, Gunslinger Girl vol 4, p53
So, no. I don't see a problem passing off Triela as Mrs. Hartmann. Triela's apparent age can be disguised and since she has some Japanese or Asian features being short or looking young can be easily brushed off.
OMAKE (oi, that's a first for me)
Sandro looked up at the timid knock on his door. He didn't even bother asking who it was as every person had a characteristic knock, and this was a knock he had heard several times before.
"What is it Petrushka?" he said as he opened the door to let in his cyborg. Petrushka immediately glomped onto him and sobbed.
"Waah! Mr. Sandro! I can't be a bride anymore!"