Gunners High
Chapter 25:
Cliche Love Song
March 5, 2014 came weeks later, and Mami Tomoe was set to head off to Kuwait City to take part in the 7th Asian Airgun Championship to see if she would qualify for the Youth Olympic Games. She was allowed to bring two extra people: her coach, Homura Akemi, and a personal scorekeeper and escort, Nagisa Momoe. Unknown to her until December, the Japanese Olympic Committee had already penciled in Mami and her partners for a room at The Regency Kuwait.
As a matter of fact, all of her paperwork was filled out and sent to the event organizers before they had the qualifying competition at the Mitakihara Shooting Range because they figured, okay, she was a magical girl that could shoot better than anyone they could bring out; why not just let her go through anyway? She paid the registration fees to the Committee in exchange for a free room and flight for her party if she qualified. Some of the press members were decrying the special preference, but a recent news column reminded them of what happened in London.
While Mami, Homura and Nagisa boarded the plane to Kuwait City with the rest of the Japanese contingent to prepare for the meet, back in Vancouver, Canada, Madoka Kaname was having some issues of her own. "Mmmmmm..." she groaned in her babydoll T-shirt and pink striped lowleg panties, the moonlight gracing her body in the early morning. She didn't realize that next to her was her brother Tatsuya, who was starting to become pretty lecherous for a six-year old.
"Haaah...haaaaaah..." Tatsuya whispered, already sweating and excitable as he slowly worked a hand up Madoka thigh, lowering down her underwear as he tasted her skin. "Onee-chan is so lewd...haaah...haaah...onee-chan...Madoka is love..." He was already getting hard down there, and his eyes were spiraling a bit. A kiss of her belly, an embrace of her hips, and now he was sucking at her cleavage after lifting her shirt a little.
"Tatsuya, what are...you...doing?" Madoka whispered through her half-lidded eyes. "We're going to meet with the counselor later today, what is going on..."
"I can't stop...these feelings for you..." Tatsuya said, already coming, his all splashing on Madoka's legs.
"And why do you sound like...Homura-chan all of a sudden?"
"Madoka..." Tatsuya's eyes turned a deep purple. The boy was possessed by the spirit of an all-too-familiar ladyfriend. "I am here."
"H...Homura-chan?" Madoka realized that Homura was controlling Tatsuya while she was on the plane to Kuwait City, sleeping. "How did you...how is that possible?"
Tatsuya slow took off his clothes before wrapping himself around his sister. "Because of who I am now, I have the ability to control certain people just to see how they are doing. Did you miss me?"
"So that's why Tatsuya was acting really dirty the last few weeks..."
"On the contrary, he's been that way on his own. However, I wanted to take his perversion to the next level."
"Homura-chan, I'm not ready to be with you again just yet. It's not yet the time."
"It's all right. I have to deal with helping Mami qualify for Nanjing. But...I like it when I can also see how you're doing with school...when I can control your brother like this."
"Jeez, Homura-chan! Ahhh!" Tatsuya kissed her again. Tears came out of Madoka's eyes.
"You have class to worry about, right?" Homura said through Tatsuya's lips. "Just focus on your classes. Tatsuya will take care of himself. I'm sure his perverted thoughts of your will subside. He needs a girl in his life. In the meantime, just put up with this. Please?"
"...Y...Yeah..." Madoka's face was a tomato as Tatsuya looked at her, his pupils shaped like hearts and his lips forming a sideways three.
He lifted Madoka's chin. "Good girl," Homura whispered. "I'll take my leave." Tatsuya eyes immediately became empty and he collapsed, a trail of saliva escaping his creepy smile.
"Tatsuya...TATSUYA!" Madoka said, trying to wake him up.
Slowly, he came to his senses. "Ughhhh...hmmm? Onee-chan? Why...am I naked?"
"That's what I'm saying. Put your clothes on, you're gonna get cold!"
"Ohhhh, onee-chan..." Tatsuya was indeed shivering. "Achoo!"
16 hours later, Mami, Homura and Nagisa arrived in Kuwait City via Qatar Airlines flight QR1086. They had to connect after taking flight QR807 to Doha International Airport in Quatar. After Mami placed her guns in the competition armory at the Sheikh Sabah Al-Ahmad Olympic Range in nearby Sulaibiya, the three girls took a shuttle back to the Regency to finally get some rest heading into practice the next day.
"I hate connecting flights," said Homura to Mami as the three of them entered their hotel room to settle down. "I can't get as much sleep."
Mami changed into some more casual clothes, undoing her twin drills. "That's what you get when travelling."
"It's also pretty hot down here," Nagisa said, also changing into her pajamas. "I'm already sweating!"
"This is one of the hottest cities in the world, Nagisa."
"Man..."
"I'm going to have to take a rest, this jet lag has gotten the better of me," said Homura, taking off her clothes so that she was on the bed in just her purple-striped underwear.
"Are you that hot?" Mami asked, hands on her hips.
"Uguuuuu..." A little comical ghost escaped Homura's lips, holding up a sign saying, "Confirmed."
"You should take a bath then. I'll be in the bath. Nagisa, do you want to join me?"
Nagisa's heart skipped a beat as she blushed. "Y...yeah..." The two of them stripped down and walked inside the bath to wash up. "Mami, can you lather my hair?"
"It's like I have to take care of my own children," she sighed, pouring some coconut-scented shampoo into a hand before lathering Nagisa's silver hair.
Nagisa pouted. "I'm not...that young, you know." Her pout turned into a smile as she soaped herself up.
"You should act your part and shampoo yourself up, then."
"But I want Mami to do it! It's because...it's because..."
"It's because you have feelings for me?" Mami said.
"!" Mami proceeded to soap herself up as the water began to fall. "Is that bad?"
"I think it's natural for me to have feelings for you, too. But I wonder why?"
Nagisa embraced Mami, her small chest pressing against Mami's voluptuous cleavage. "Have you forgotten?"
Mami noticed a large black specter with a clown face and sharp teeth flying towards the army of demons. "Charlotte!" Mami watched as Charlotte swallowed a demon whole and lick its lips. But before it could swallow the next demon, the remaining demons—40 in all—fired an array of beams at Charlotte, causing her to explode and die with a piercing scream.
"Charlotte, noooooooo!" Mami cried, the tears cascading down her face and clenched teeth. She fell on her knees, her hands on her cheeks. "How could they...HOW COULD THEY?"
"It's all right, Mami," Kyouko said, consoling her.
She took the time to sob, and then, she dropped her hand. "I will never forgive them..." she said quietly, getting up. "They will pay. THEY WILL PAY!"
"Nagisa...you are...?"
"Madoka brought me back...I realized who I really am...I missed you." Mami hugged Nagisa as the water continued to cleanse them, almost like it was a baptism, a renewal of their vows to each other.
And the tears flowed down Mami's eyes, but she was calm and composed, if emotional. "I thought I was going to lose you forever. I wondered why you had been with me. You were at first a stranger that wanted to work with me on my shooting...but...you're more than that."
"Mami-san..." Nagisa whispered through her half-lidded eyes.
"Please...I don't want to lose you again...don't ever go out like that."
"Don't worry. I'll try not to be rash. I want to be with you. I really do," Nagisa said. "It's okay."
"Nagisa..." The two of them shared a long deep kiss as Mami came to terms with being reunited with Charlotte's resurrection...as a young girl, and her lover.
"When you're with me, Mami, you give me energy," Nagisa said through telekinesis as they continued to make love in the shower. "I want you to win. For me!"
"For both of us," Mami replied. "I want to win for everybody. Especially you. I'm not alone anymore."
"Oy," Homura said minutes later, getting up in her striped underwear before wrapping herself with a bathrobe and tying her hair back in a folded ponytail. "Both of you. Tell me when you're done, I need to shower too."
"Okay!" they both said.
Homura smiled. She knew that Mami finally was with someone she almost lost forever. As for her...she needed to wait one more year. But she wanted to know how Tatsuya was putting up with dealing with his siscon tendencies. She went to the window and looked at the bright lights of Kuwait City. Homura didn't come to Kuwait for a vacation. She came to Kuwait to help Mami qualify for the Youth Olympics, and then win the tournament. And maybe the food.
As Mami used her bonding time with Nagisa as a warmup to kicking some serious ass at the Asian Airgun Championships, in Canada, a different battle was being approached. "Hello, can we see Dr. Sato?" said Tomohisa Kaname to a receptionist. He was with Tatsuya as they walked into the clinic, called Good Smile Therapy.
"Ah yes, Dr. Sato is actually expecting you," said the lady. "Right this way." She escorted them to a room.
"Hello," Tomohisa said to a man with thick hipster glasses and a lab coat, "Are you Dr. Sato?"
"Mr. Kaname, good morning," said Dr. Joe Sato in fluent Japanese. "I'm Dr. Joe Sato, a licensed family therapist. Is this your son?"
"Yes, this is Tatsuya. Tatsuya, say hi to the Doctor!"
"Hello, old man," Tatsuya said to the doc.
"Heheheh, well, he sure is feeling quite salty for a whippersnapper, isn't he?"
"He likes to be smart with certain types of people. He likes to say the darndest things."
"Is that so? Well, have a seat you two." They both did and Dr. Sato took his seat next to a computer than was full of anime pictures. "Now," he said, closing the window of porn, "Can you explain what's going on with this young man, Mr. Kaname?"
"Apparently, Dr. Sato, my son likes my daughter Madoka, not in a brother-sister way, but he treats my daughter like she is his girlfriend."
"Ooooh. This may look to be an interesting development. Please go on..." Apparently he was getting hard down there.
"Madoka has been telling me that Tatsuya has been touching her, kissing her, pleasuring those sensitive parts of hers, even...ejaculating all over her when she sleeps. It's a very disturbing phenomenon, and I need you to take a look at this and see what...needs to be done, you know?"
"Tatsuya, do you often fantasize about your sister so much that you sleep next to her?"
"Madoka is love. Love is Madoka," Tatsuya said, his face a rose. He was also masturbating.
"Tatsuya! Stop masturbating in front of Dr. Sato!" Tomohisa exclaimed, clearly embarrassed.
"It's okay, Mr. Kaname, sometimes you just have to let things boil over," said Dr. Sato. "I get these cases all the time."
"Ahhhhhhh..." Tatsuya sighed in a girly voice, his shorts soaked with his oil and a trail of saliva escaping his mouth, as if he gave up the ghost again.
"And stop sleeping!" Tomohisa cried, shaking his son while in crocodile tears. "Come on, stop acting around. This is a big deal, Tatsuya!"
Tatsuya woke up. "Ehhh? You're not Madoka."
"Tatsuya, I am your father."
"What's with the crappy Darth Vader impersonation?"
"Aaaaaah, mou!" Tomohisa fell on all fours in an orz position.
"Orz? OTZ?"
"You two should be doing slapstick skits," Dr. Sato said as the two of them settled down and found their seats again. "Anyway, let's see how severe your son's obsession with your daughter is. Follow me."
Tatsuya merrilly skipped behind Dr. Sato while Tomohisa scratched the back of his head in disgust as the three of them went into a room. One room had a variety of pillows, posters, magazines and manga, the other was an observation room. Tatsuya entered the room with all the goods while Dr. Sato and Tomohisa entered the observation room.
"This will allow me to observe what happens when your son is surrounded with material relating to your daughter," Dr. Sato explained, pulling out an observation log.
"How is this is going to work?" asked Tomohisa.
"Watch."
As Tatsuya entered the room, he saw a variety of posters, books and magazines with his sister's image on it. "Wow..." he said. "Onee-chan...Madoka...onee-chan!" His breathing was hitched, and he was clearly excitable.
And there he noticed. Right across from him. It was a dakimakura of his sister with her clothes off.
"ONEE-CHAAAAAAN!" Tatsuya shreiked, steam coming out of her nose. He Lupin-dived out of his clothes and pleasured the side of the pillow that had Madoka naked, his arms and legs around the pillow, ejaculating instantly all over the bottom side while drooling near Madoka's face, his tongue licking Madoka's left cheek. "Onee-chan is lewd...Onee-chan is love... onee-chan... Madoka... onee-chan! Haaaah... haaaahh... haaaa... haaaaaaah... haaaaaah..."
As Tatsuya began to rub his crotch on the pillow in the nude, Tomohisa put a palm to his forehead and turned away. "Tatsuya..." He could only shake his head in absolute dismay.
"This is worse than I thought," Dr. Sato said, jotting down notes as he now saw Tatsuya licking the plushie versions of his sister. "Your son clearly has a severe case of sister complex."
"What is that?"
"Excessive love for one's sister(s), often past the point of ordinary brother-sister/sister-sister relation. Often used as a tease/insult for a person who's overly protective of his/her sister, and is shortened as sis con or sis-con."
"Oh. Well, is there a cure for this?"
"There is no known cure for sister complex, other than the passage of time. I think within time, Tatsuya will stabilize and find someone else to love. What I will do is monitor Tatsuya's mental state for the next year to see if he still has affections for Madoka, or if he's moved on."
"I hope he does move on," Tomohisa said. "This is seriously getting out of hand." He pointed to the scene inside the other room, where a sweating, heavily-breathing Tatsuya was clearly humping the dakimakura with intense vigor, passion and desire and had no signs of stopping for a while. Inside the waiting room, a song was playing.
I met this lady
She was lookin' so damn fine
But she was crazy
It was all about party time
And lately
I felt like something's wrong
So flaky
And shaky
When the sun went down
Yeah
Boom, boom, boom when she walked the room
Even girls they whistle
I know it's hard to get her
She's a special girl
Oooo
It feels like..
Scooba-dooba-dap-dap-di-di-die
Scooba-dooba-dap-dap-di-di-die
I love you
Another cliché baby
Scooba-dooba-dap-dap-di-di-die
Baby I would do whatever you like
I love you
Another cliché baby
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Another cliché baby
Like Katy Perry (so sexy)
She could kiss a lovely girl
Taste likes cherry
Yes she could rock her world
On cloud seven
I never felt like this before
She took me closer to heaven
Oh my god let's go
Boom, boom, boom when she walked the room
Even girls they whistle
I know from the pizza guy
That you're a special girl
It feels like
Scooba-dooba-dap-dap-di-di-die
Scooba-dooba-dap-dap-di-di-die
I love you
Another cliché baby
Scooba-dooba-dap-dap-di-di-die
Baby I'ma do whatever you like
I love you
Another cliché baby
Tell me what I gotta do
Just give me that little clue
Another cliché baby
Oh
Now I'm feeling blue
I gotta break through
To you
You
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Cliché baby
Yeah
It feels like
Scooba-dooba-dap-dap-di-di-die
Scooba-dooba-dap-dap-di-di-die
I love you
Another cliché baby
Scooba-dooba-dap-dap-di-di-die
Baby Ima do whatever you like
Another cliché baby
Scooba-dooba-dap-dap-di-di-die
Scooba-dooba-dap-dap-di-di-die
I love you
Another cliché baby
Scooba-dooba-dap-dap-di-di-die
Baby Ima do whatever you like
I love you
Another cliché love song..."
A few days later, back at home, Madoka returned from school on Monday and decided to watch a live broadcast of the 7th Asian Airgun Championship. Tatsuya was in his own room and had somehow stabilized after the chaos that was a few days ago. He was sleeping like a baby. Literally.
"Hmmm..."
Madoka noticed a couple of blonde twin drills, and a look of determination. It was her.
"Mami-san! So, she's trying to follow her own dream." She giggled as she watched the drama unfold. One bulls-eye. Another bulls-eye. Another bulls-eye. It went on and on from there. The other shooters were missing shots left and right, almost at will. They were affected by the skills of Mami. She earned a 436, the maximum achievable aggregate score, easily breaking the record set by China's Yi Siling on Nov. 3, 2013 and progressed to the final, along with Kim Bomin of Korea, Angirmaa Nergui of Mongolia, Najmeh Khedmati of Iran, Liao Chao-Meo of Chinese Taipe, Mampi Das of Indonesia, Namduun Zorigoo of Mongolia and Fatemeh Karamzadeh on Iran.
The camera panned to a shot of Homura Akemi, taking a look at the scene along with Nagisa Momoe, who was keeping score. In each series, Mami hit 109, which equaled to 436 when combined.
"Wow, Mami-san is really good at this," Madoka said. The other Japanese contenders, Miwako Oshima, Nahoko Kawai and Yurie Adaniya, hit 405.9, 403.8 and 400.1 respectively. While all met the minimum qualification score of 368, based on the highest score, Mami would be the representative because the JOC could only bring in one.
The finals then began. And it wasn't even close. Every round, Mami hit a 10.9 for a 32.7, followed by a 65.4 heading into the 2nd Competition Stage, the Elimination Period. Here was where Mami had to prove that her magical girl shooting skill was not a fluke. She hit a 21.8 for each round. Down went Chao-Mei. Then Namduun. Then Mampi. Then Fatameh. Then Bomin. Then Angirmaa.
Finally, it was down to Mami and Najmeh for the gold medal. Mami hit a 10.9. Najmeh hit a 10.0. Mami was now at 207.1 and Najmeh was now at 196.5. Even if Najmeh hit a 10.9 to hit 207.4, all Mami would need to hit was a 1 and that would be enough. She wasn't going to leave any doubt. "This is my time. This is my year. No one will stop me," Mami thought to herself. "TIRO...FINALE!" A 10.9. Mami finished with a 218 to win her first-ever gold at an ISSF event while qualifying for Nanjing.
After she shook hands with Najmeh and the crowd applauded, Mami found Homura and Nagisa, who were keeping score. "So, how did I do, Nagisa?" Mami asked her.
"10.9s all over," Nagisa said. "You are ready for the Youth Olympics. What a performance. I can't believe it!"
"Well dome, Mami Tomoe," Homura said, hugging Mami. "You did it."
"I did, didn't I?" Mami said. "Ah, it feels nice to be a winner."
"Oh look, the others."
She turned around. "You guys..."
"Way to go, Mami-san!" Miwako exclaimed.
"Good luck in Nanjing!" said Nahoko.
"Make our nation proud, Tomoe-san!" Yurie added.
"Everyone, thank you," Mami said, tears falling out of her eyes. "I'll do my best."
"Shall we take a group photo?" Homura said.
"Let's do it!" Nagisa added. A fan from Osaka took a photo of the entire group using Homura's iPad.
"So, who's going to pay for dinner?" Homura asked. A pause, and the others broke up in laughter. She ran her fingers through her hair. "Yare, yare." They would be in Kuwait until the 13th, when the entire Japanese contingent flew home.
"So, Mami-san qualified for Nanjing and ended up winning the Asian Airgun Championship," Madoka said. A light smile came on her face. "If only Rio came now...if only..." Clad in just a t-shirt and her panties, Madoka turned off the computer and went back to bed. She didn't realized until morning that Tatsuya was next to her, hugging her again and a hand was slipping under her panties, resting on her right thigh.
"Mmmmm..." Madoka woke up and saw Tatsuya next to her. "Eh?" Her face blushed wildly as she decided to give up on pushing her brother out of the bed and just close her eyes in despair. That siscon mentality was just too tough to remove. It was definitely going to take time before Tatsuya got over his sister obsession. He just wanted one more night on consummating her. And her soft cotton underwear.
In Kuwait CIty, Homura had a creepy smile on her face. She knew. She knew so well. "That's a good boy," she whispered. "Don't rush into finding someone new. Take your time, and you will know."
Oh Tatsuya.
END CHAPTER 25