N3M Cptr 6 |||Every Day For Us...|||
*Ohhhhhh* Moaned Kiyone as she opened her eyes ever so slightly. The room was mostly dark, except for a small desk lamp that was pointing down. Basked in the light were 2 glasses of clear liquid, what appeared to be water. Her tongue felt like a dried out old spunge, and it was dificult to muster the energy to talk. "Wh-wa-water..."
A cup pressed against her lips, and she greatfully drank every last drop. After finishing it, she felt much better, and was begining to regain her energy. She opened her eyes all the way now, and took a hard look around the room. It was completely black, paint or just bare metal, she couldn't tell. She could see that next to the glasses on the desk sat a bottle of hard liquor, Vodka, it said in Russian. She turned to her right and saw a large figure standing there. After giving her eyes a few seconds to adjust, she could make out some of his features. He was huge, she was guessing 6 and a half to 7 feet tall; and was wearing a black, leather trench coat that went down to his ankles. His mostfolese image was topped of by the eye hugging shades he was sporting...
*Sun glasses? I can hardly see in this light as it is...*
The man walked back over to the desk and sat down. He poured some Vodka, and after gulping it down, began looking at some papers.
"Detective First Class, Kiyone." He read aloud. "Highly decorated, finished the academy with excellent marks... Current assignment, undercover; partner, one Mihoshi... Blah, Blah, Blah; some more useless garbage for the info junkies, and a directive that this file be sealed untill you resume active status."
Kiyone sat up, she was surprised to find out there were no restraints on her. *Good for me, bad for them...*
She jumped to her feet, and dashed at the man. Before he had time to react, she had kicked him in the face with a perfectly placed reverse crecent kick, which rendered him unconscience. She picked up the papers, and glanced through them... They were straight out of her file at GP headquarters... She couldn't believe they had gotten ahold of these so fast. She took the second glass, filled it half way, and downed it. She was setting it down when she realized... *Wait, there are two glasses...*
She heard a quite *pop* and snapped her head in the dirrection from which it came. Having just emerged from the shadows was the partner to the other man, dressed exactly alike, down to the sunglasses. He was a bit shorter, but was built like a tank... As he rolled his head on his shoulders, she could see the trench coat bulge as his muscles moved in a strange, rythmic pattern. He put one arm behind his head, and used the other to pop his shoulder blade. After repeating the stetch with the other arm, he began to slowly walk towards her. Kiyone took an L stance, and put her arms in a defensive position. He cracked a smile and stopped just a few feet in front of her.
"Hello."
She glared at him, "What do you bastards want?"
"I want..." His right arm shot out a low, arching tragectory.
Kiyone went into an X block, and tensed for the blow.. which never came. In stead of striking her, he had snatched the bottle off the table.
"...Something to drink." He said with a victorious smile. As her tipped the bottle up, he took a seat. After taking a long drought of the clear liquid, he spoke again. "Why don't you take a seat?"
"Goto hell!"
His right eyebrow arched about the dark rims, "Mwa? Certainly you jest! I am already in hell! Space is hell!"
Kiyone didn't relax her stance, and looked at his helpless position. She imediatly went into a roundhouse kick, aimed directly for his head.
But he caught kick, and used his shear bulk to stop her cold. Then he proceded to yank her ankle and cause her to stumble into his arm.
She fell as if she had swooned, and was now looking down the barrel of a rather large caliber handgun...
*Double-shit*
"Want something to eat?"
"Um.. Sure..."
"How about a roast beef sandwitch?"
"Ummm, sounds, good..."
He let her go, and she landed hard on her but. As she sat up and rubbed her tail bone, she watched as he walked out the door. As it slowly slid shut behind him, he didn't turn around as he said, "Back in a few."
"Ok....."
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"And so, one can easily see the after effects of the progressive, step rate taxation package..."
*Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah... How has father done this for so long while keeping his sanity?* Wondered Aeka.
The requests to the crown were neverending, and as First Princess, those deemed "important" but not "priority" were given to her. Everything in the kingdom was put to this sliding scale, and she sometimes wished that they would just fall into a wormhole or something.
*Now stop that! The First Princess of Jurrai is not allowed to wish loyal subjects harm* Weakly scolded her conscience.
*You are correct, but you have not figuered in that they are trying to assassinate me by driving me to the brink of insanity!* She shot back.
"*Ahem!*" Said the man with a deep bow. "What is the Princesses decision in a accordance to this matter?" He asked with a slight edge to his voice.
*How about the Princess doesn't even care?*
"I will consider it, and my decision will be delivered to you at such a time." Which effectivly meant, "When I get around to it, I'll let you know."
The man bowed as far as his back would permit, and then turned on the balls of his feet and proceeded to the door. After the door had shut, Aeka slouchd back in her chair and announced she would not take any more visits or requests for the remander of the day. She got up and headed for her chamber.
*This was much less tirring when I knew nothing of what true happiness was like...*
Aeka entered he room with her head bowd, deep in thought. As she trudged past the balcony, she noticed Sasami standing on the edge, starring at the artificial sun set. Aeka bit her lower lip and pondered whether to approach her sister.
Upon their departure from earth Sasami had declared she would never again speak. Her exact words were, "If I don't have something good to say, then I won't say anything at all! And since I will never have anyting good to say after leaving Earth, I'll say nothing!"
Nothing, short of a command from the king himself, would get her to utter a sound. She decided to try once again, anyway. "Hello, Sasami, the sunset from this balcony is very beautiful, is it not?"
Sasami shook her head, and looked down, leaning heavily on the railing.
Aeka let out a loud sigh, and went over to her ornate bed. She stood, just watching her sister for a moment, then fell backwards into the extra soft matress. She closed her eyes, and willed away all the stress she held inside. "Goodnight, Sister..." She said as she closed her eyes.
The last conscience thoughts of the first princess of Jurri were not of Progressice Taxes, or on any other matter that should concern her. No, her last thought were of herself, standing in her plain kimono, smliing as she watched the leaves fall outside the Masaki house; as Tenchi tried to keep the steps swept and clear of the never ending stream of debrise.....
*Ohhhhhh* Moaned Kiyone as she opened her eyes ever so slightly. The room was mostly dark, except for a small desk lamp that was pointing down. Basked in the light were 2 glasses of clear liquid, what appeared to be water. Her tongue felt like a dried out old spunge, and it was dificult to muster the energy to talk. "Wh-wa-water..."
A cup pressed against her lips, and she greatfully drank every last drop. After finishing it, she felt much better, and was begining to regain her energy. She opened her eyes all the way now, and took a hard look around the room. It was completely black, paint or just bare metal, she couldn't tell. She could see that next to the glasses on the desk sat a bottle of hard liquor, Vodka, it said in Russian. She turned to her right and saw a large figure standing there. After giving her eyes a few seconds to adjust, she could make out some of his features. He was huge, she was guessing 6 and a half to 7 feet tall; and was wearing a black, leather trench coat that went down to his ankles. His mostfolese image was topped of by the eye hugging shades he was sporting...
*Sun glasses? I can hardly see in this light as it is...*
The man walked back over to the desk and sat down. He poured some Vodka, and after gulping it down, began looking at some papers.
"Detective First Class, Kiyone." He read aloud. "Highly decorated, finished the academy with excellent marks... Current assignment, undercover; partner, one Mihoshi... Blah, Blah, Blah; some more useless garbage for the info junkies, and a directive that this file be sealed untill you resume active status."
Kiyone sat up, she was surprised to find out there were no restraints on her. *Good for me, bad for them...*
She jumped to her feet, and dashed at the man. Before he had time to react, she had kicked him in the face with a perfectly placed reverse crecent kick, which rendered him unconscience. She picked up the papers, and glanced through them... They were straight out of her file at GP headquarters... She couldn't believe they had gotten ahold of these so fast. She took the second glass, filled it half way, and downed it. She was setting it down when she realized... *Wait, there are two glasses...*
She heard a quite *pop* and snapped her head in the dirrection from which it came. Having just emerged from the shadows was the partner to the other man, dressed exactly alike, down to the sunglasses. He was a bit shorter, but was built like a tank... As he rolled his head on his shoulders, she could see the trench coat bulge as his muscles moved in a strange, rythmic pattern. He put one arm behind his head, and used the other to pop his shoulder blade. After repeating the stetch with the other arm, he began to slowly walk towards her. Kiyone took an L stance, and put her arms in a defensive position. He cracked a smile and stopped just a few feet in front of her.
"Hello."
She glared at him, "What do you bastards want?"
"I want..." His right arm shot out a low, arching tragectory.
Kiyone went into an X block, and tensed for the blow.. which never came. In stead of striking her, he had snatched the bottle off the table.
"...Something to drink." He said with a victorious smile. As her tipped the bottle up, he took a seat. After taking a long drought of the clear liquid, he spoke again. "Why don't you take a seat?"
"Goto hell!"
His right eyebrow arched about the dark rims, "Mwa? Certainly you jest! I am already in hell! Space is hell!"
Kiyone didn't relax her stance, and looked at his helpless position. She imediatly went into a roundhouse kick, aimed directly for his head.
But he caught kick, and used his shear bulk to stop her cold. Then he proceded to yank her ankle and cause her to stumble into his arm.
She fell as if she had swooned, and was now looking down the barrel of a rather large caliber handgun...
*Double-shit*
"Want something to eat?"
"Um.. Sure..."
"How about a roast beef sandwitch?"
"Ummm, sounds, good..."
He let her go, and she landed hard on her but. As she sat up and rubbed her tail bone, she watched as he walked out the door. As it slowly slid shut behind him, he didn't turn around as he said, "Back in a few."
"Ok....."
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"And so, one can easily see the after effects of the progressive, step rate taxation package..."
*Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah... How has father done this for so long while keeping his sanity?* Wondered Aeka.
The requests to the crown were neverending, and as First Princess, those deemed "important" but not "priority" were given to her. Everything in the kingdom was put to this sliding scale, and she sometimes wished that they would just fall into a wormhole or something.
*Now stop that! The First Princess of Jurrai is not allowed to wish loyal subjects harm* Weakly scolded her conscience.
*You are correct, but you have not figuered in that they are trying to assassinate me by driving me to the brink of insanity!* She shot back.
"*Ahem!*" Said the man with a deep bow. "What is the Princesses decision in a accordance to this matter?" He asked with a slight edge to his voice.
*How about the Princess doesn't even care?*
"I will consider it, and my decision will be delivered to you at such a time." Which effectivly meant, "When I get around to it, I'll let you know."
The man bowed as far as his back would permit, and then turned on the balls of his feet and proceeded to the door. After the door had shut, Aeka slouchd back in her chair and announced she would not take any more visits or requests for the remander of the day. She got up and headed for her chamber.
*This was much less tirring when I knew nothing of what true happiness was like...*
Aeka entered he room with her head bowd, deep in thought. As she trudged past the balcony, she noticed Sasami standing on the edge, starring at the artificial sun set. Aeka bit her lower lip and pondered whether to approach her sister.
Upon their departure from earth Sasami had declared she would never again speak. Her exact words were, "If I don't have something good to say, then I won't say anything at all! And since I will never have anyting good to say after leaving Earth, I'll say nothing!"
Nothing, short of a command from the king himself, would get her to utter a sound. She decided to try once again, anyway. "Hello, Sasami, the sunset from this balcony is very beautiful, is it not?"
Sasami shook her head, and looked down, leaning heavily on the railing.
Aeka let out a loud sigh, and went over to her ornate bed. She stood, just watching her sister for a moment, then fell backwards into the extra soft matress. She closed her eyes, and willed away all the stress she held inside. "Goodnight, Sister..." She said as she closed her eyes.
The last conscience thoughts of the first princess of Jurri were not of Progressice Taxes, or on any other matter that should concern her. No, her last thought were of herself, standing in her plain kimono, smliing as she watched the leaves fall outside the Masaki house; as Tenchi tried to keep the steps swept and clear of the never ending stream of debrise.....