SUKAI TODD: LEGACY– Bookisode #04: Digital Love…
By: Sukai Todd/Skye Tsukino/Sailor Cosmic Moon…
FOR: NON-PROFIT, EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES!
What Is Love? When Is Love…
#10:
I Wish… Pt.2:Betrayal…
Before we continue our deepening journey throughout The Colliding Worlds of The Grid and our world, in January 2020, as it were… A quick recap! Previously on "SUKAI TODD: LEGACY": "Wait!" Sam blushed, gripped her wrist and turned her to face him; with their chests pumping against each-other… "What is it, Son of Flynn?" Sukai asked him, with an intent, thoughtful gaze. "Call me, Sam…" He pulled her into his arms, dipped her, interlocked their legs tightly and pulled her back up… "Whoaa?!" Sukai gasped, blushing hard as MoonByul's "Eclipse" cover by Sukai Todd came on… [Sukai: Shameless plugging done!] – And she dodged a disc aimed for Sam who just barely missed it from slicing his neck. "Who are you, Sukai Todd?" He asked her with the light in his piercing, ocean blue eyes radiating a dark, bloodred-ish hue and a twinkle of identity disc synchronization blinking in his pupils. [Sukai: Weird eyes FTW!]… "I Am…" She began to answer his question finally, only to feel her eyes widen at the feeling of Sam's rough game of tonsil honkey happening within her mouth and throat. "Hmm?" She blushed, feeling him French-kissing her harder and harder, as he felt their body temperatures rising at an immense rate… "You gotta be kidding me." Rinzler hissed, only to watch as Sam penned her against the wall and began kissing her neck harshly. "Sam – Sam, what – what – what are you doing?" Sukai panted, undeniably aroused as they continued making-out in the dimming Club lights! "I'm getting lucky with you…" He whispered as he gripped the small of her back and she slid her fingers through the back of his hair… "Are you sure?" She giggled innocently, arousing him INTENSELY! As she felt her fingers touching the back of his identity disc and their eyes locked again, this time both of their eyes were glowing vibrantly… [Sukai to herself: Weird… 😉 😉]
All the whilst, back in Sukai's apartment… CLU had yet to discover the glories and imperfections of a refrigerated grilled cheese sandwich; however… "She's going with him." Quorra knew, she knew her ex-boyfriend and she knew enough about Sukai, at least from the outset to see what her future would be. Or so it seemed… "What are you doing?" Quorra had slickly escaped from the chair, to find CLU struggling to use the microwave in Sukai's apartment. "Trying to warm this sandwich. But I can't figure it out… Oh? How did you get here?" CLU was apparently a very hungry Program… 😉 😉 [Sukai: Get it, get it!] "Never mind that… Why are you eating a sandwich?" She asked him, confounded only to for the both of them to hear his stomach growling. "Ugh… Hang on." Quorra quickly showed him the magnificent beauties of the microwave oven! "Better?" She asked, handing him the perfectly-warmed sandwich. "Better…" CLU admitted, genuinely impressed by such an amazing device made by the common man! Aka the Microwave Oven… A wondrous cooking apparatus, as it were. Anyway, we're getting off-topic, here… "Well, are you joining me?" He asked her, still eating the sandwich with thorough enjoyment. "In doing what?" Quorra hoped it wasn't CLU's plan from 10 years ago, all over again… "Opening the other portal for the rest of my programs." CLU had finally finished the grilled cheese. "That means…" Quorra paused, "That's right, my rare bird… Flynn Lives." CLU had to quote himself, as he started laughing maniacally and Quorra's beautiful, icy blue eyes glistened in a doll-like haunting glaze… "Sukai Todd…" She thought aloud, as his laughter was exaggerated on the speaker for our current special effects budget! [Sukai Todd: You're welcome, dear reader…]
#11:
Betrayal…
And, as CLU continued maniacally laughing, louder and louder; the 2nd Portal near ENCOM Tower in the nicer part of Seattle, Washington began blasting open and everyone in its view began running away in shock and fear… "Game over, man…" Kevin Flynn, reinstalled as a Programming Ghost & Maintenance Man came onto the scene, causing Alan Bradley to allow his jaw to drop, for a few moments. As Flynn's Programs all arrived and began marching through the city, with their Identity Discs ready to bring chaos and fix any soda machines… Ironic, isn't it? Anyhow, let's continue… Shall we? "Flynn Lives?" Alan gasped, for a moment as he found an identity disc materializing into his hand and another in his left hand. "The Game Isn't Over, Flynn… The Games Have Only Just Begun." Alan knew he had to find Sam and Sukai, ASAP! Three guesses, where they were and what they were doing… 😉 😉 [Sukai: *Eyebrows Wiggling*]
"Hmm… Hmm, hmm, hmm… Llomp, llomp, llomp…" Sukai panted, feeling Sam passionately French-kissing her and kissing her neck; as he held her tightly in his lap and she seductively slid her fingers through the back of his hair… "I Love You, Skye…" Sam confessed, in the increasing heat of the moments! "Yea, you just keep telling yourself that…" Sukai teased him, shamelessly feeling him gripping the small of her back firmly and their knees intertwining; on the dimly-lit, onyx, pleather couch they had found themselves on… "I Love You, Skye!" He grunted, both aroused and slightly tested by her blatant stereotyping of him. "Prove it…" She giggled in his ears, making his crotch throb harder than ever, up until this point… "Listen to me, Sukai Todd!" He groaned, gripping her wrists, penning her to the couch and sitting over her. "Huhh, huhh, huhh… Huhh? Sam? Son of Flynn…" Sukai panted heavily as they blushed at each-other; and he passionately roped his tongue within her tonsils… "Hmm, hmm, hmm… It's Sam, just Sam. There's no need for such formalities with me, Skye…" He groaned moaning harder, "Sam?" She gazed at him, as their eyes both radiated a deep, haunting, ruby red and their identity discs flashed with bloodred and orangish tones. "You have such a pretty name, Skye… Have I told you that, yet?" Sam was getting more and more serious, it was fascinating to Sukai… Perhaps, he's not a total fuckboy, after all… But still, I'm nobody's 2nd option. And I'm sure as hell, NOT a hump-and-dump. If he really wants me, he'll have to try again, try harder… Harder, better, faster, stronger! But for now… "Sam, say that one more time…" Sukai gently rubbed his cheek, feeling him kissing her bracelet-cuff hand as they continued going harder… "I Love You, Skye… You have such a beautiful name." He wasn't giving up, "Celebrate and dance, so free…" She sang gently, as the DJs once again changed the scheme and played another, sexier, smooth track from the olden times aka "Da Funk (Full Version)"… A classic, in my RAM, if you ask me! 😉 😉
#12:
Betrayal… Pt.2: Da Funk!
Let's move! Are you ready for it?... I think NOT! Because, I mean, we are all… Human, after all? Aren't we… "How long, you think it'll take for them to realize it?" Rinzler asked Castor, "I say give it ten more minutes…" Castor explained… "Ten more minutes?" Rinzler was annoyed with that idea. "Well, you can't expect the Son of Flynn to get anything done with the New Rinzler while they're so tenderly distracted…" Castor cackled in his own way… "Huhh, huhh, I've never felt so… So-ohh…" Sam groaned, as they continued making-out harder and harder on the couch… "Alive?" Sukai asked him, as the DJs once again switched up the music to "Alive 1997". You're welcome again, dear readers! [Sukai: Thank me later…] "Yea, that's the word…" He groaned, as they made-out a little longer and Sam finally felt his eyes glowing (for the 30-millionth time, in this fanfic, so far…) an intoxicating, ruby, velvet red and his eye radiation were in-synch with Sukai's radiating, glowing eyes, once again… "I've never felt so alive…" He grunted, as he pulled Sukai in his arms when the Programs working under Flynn and the Programs operating under CLU re-entered the scene, albeit on the other side of the dancefloor… [Sukai: Aka NOT in the lounge area…] "Let's move!" Sam panted, as Sukai placed her hands onto his chest and he gripped the small of her back, tightly… "You two finally getting a room?" Rinzler growled angrily. "You finally getting over yourself?" Sam responded, coldly… "Huhh?" Sukai gasped in astonishment, which is rare for her – At the sight of "Flynn?" She was amazed, for once! "Dad…" Sam was of course, awe-struck, astonished and flabbergasted, all at once… "Everyone, clean the End of the Line Club up…" Flynn commanded his Programs who revealed their identity discs. "Huhh?" Sukai didn't know what to expect, just yet… "Wait a minute? What the – "Da Funk?!" Sukai finished Sam's thought for him flawlessly… [Sukai: I woke up, like this! 😉 😉] "Okay, correct me if I'm wrong but I thought we were gonna battle some evil programs…" Sukai thought aloud, "Your guess is as good as mine, Skye." Sam admitted he was just as confused as she was, watching all the programs LITERALLY cleaning up and fixing the parts of the drink machines and other mechanisms that required maintenance to utter perfection… "So… CLU repurposed these guys?" She asked him figuring things out. "I mean, it makes sense… My dad is alive…" Sam paused suddenly realizing, he was still nothing more than a pawn in CLU's cruel game! Irony…
"Alive?" Sukai was grasping the ideas now, as she carefully approached one of programs fixing the soda machine at the bar… "Pardon me, Sir…" She asked him politely, "Confusion Detected. Must fix Program." The Program scanned Sukai, up-and-down and pulled out a longer, razor-like disc off its back ready to slice her up… "Excuse me, but confusion is not the same as imperfection…" Sukai stated boldly. "Imperfection Detected. Must annihilate Program." All the other Programs immediately turned to her in perfect synchronization and Castor waited for the moment before he could try and at least steal one of her discs… "Great, these twits don't understand what a metaphor is." She facepalmed as she revealed her two discs and began slashing the programs up, seamlessly. "Uhh, Skye… I think you need to ease up, a little bit… SKYE!?" Sam raced to her side only to find himself backflipping in front of her, protectively as Rinzler tossed his own discs at Sukai who did a quick breakdance-flip and edgily managed to toss back to Rinzler/Mamoru. "Met your father, he's great… But why does he have programs attacking me?" Sukai said half-jokingly, easing up in her own uniquely Sukai Todd-ways… "I'm not sure… But we need to get outta here!" Sam thought aloud, "That we can agree on!" She nodded as they stood back-to-back and began battling Flynn's Cleaning Programs. "Why do you keep challenging me?" Sam finally spoke his mind. "Me or this CLU-dude?" Sukai asked, clearly needing a bit more specificity… "You, Skye… What is it about me, you're so against?" He asked her bluntly as she suddenly got gripped in a headlock by a Cleaning Program… "Skye!?" He gasped, as she tried to derezz the Program with her first disc. "Look, Sam… I'm not against you. I just don't think you know what you're saying, right now… I don't know why you think you love me, I don't why you think you care…" Sukai trailed off, as another Program slashed her wrist causing her to drop her bloodred identity disc, momentarily! "AAAHHHH!" She shrieked, tears rolling down her cheeks… "SKYE!?" Sam and Rinzler were working together, in this case as they both beat the living hell out of the Cleaning Program and Flynn reacted in a weirdly helpful way, by shutting down the interior of the Club. (*Cue "Fall" by Daft Punk, right about…*) "You do know me?" Sukai's eyes became doll-like as she froze in the pain, and the blood continue staining her catsuit and Sam scooped her up bridal-style… "Skye… Tsukino." He realized, why he connected so easily with Sukai, during their first reunion... They had met before! A long-ass time ago… (NOW!)
#13:
ALIVE…
At the time, they had first met though, Sukai was a little bit too young… Ten years earlier, Sukai was only around 13/14ish… And Sam was 27-ish, so ya' know? That would've been awkward… [Sukai: And no, that original fanfic has been lost to history, as it were…] "It's time to start the party." Rinzler said an odd choice of words, as Flynn's Programs started re-materializing (or REREZZING, if you so prefer…) and attacking him. Rinzler continued fighting though, fighting for the one woman, he always loved since she was 12ish or 13… Maybe 14… Anyhow, moving on… There is of course, more to this story, as Rinzler said himself, "I'm coming up, so you better get this party started!" – Okay, he didn't say that exactly, but it's a fanfic! Fucking deal with it… We're gonna be campy, here and there. Especially dealing with a Disney property, as it were…
Now, back to the tragic-ass, depressing backstory between Sam Flynn x Sukai Todd… "I remember you, now…" Sam sighed as he found the elevator and dashed to prevent anymore harm to come to Sukai. "She was a User…" Alan Bradley aka the O.G. Rinzler! [Sukai: O.G. Rinzler in the HIZZLE! What, what?] "She is a User…" Sam was saddened and slightly betrayed seeing as his surrogate-father Alan knew all along… Conveniently enough. "She is innocent and pure. She was a bit smarter, than you at the time." The O.G. Rinzler nodded as he found a safe way from them to find the first Portal, back in The Grid's Control Room in Flynn's Old Arcade… "Yea… Hey, hey, I wasn't stupid…" Sam was also slightly insulted, lolz. "No, User. But she was quicker to put things together, than you, at the time…" The O.G. Rinzler explained as they quietly made it into the Grid's Control Room. "Do you know who this User, is now?" He asked Sam, in a straightforward, sobering tone… "She's the only person, who understood me…" Sam began, "Other than that?" Rinzler was frustrated with Sam's mushiness and Sam was frustrated with Rinzler's fatherly nature… "She's also the person who tried to warn me, ten years ago. She said it herself, the Grid wasn't gone… As long as the Wired existed, the Grid existed, the Internet existed, my father still existed, and she existed… I took her words for granted, at the time. I was blinded by my lust, my greed, and my boredom. I thought I knew everything, that night on the Grid." Sam confessed, breaking some people's heart in the process. [Sukai: Not sorry… Sam: Not sorry, at all… 😉 😉 Sukai *Curiously*: Who are you winking at? Sam: *Facepalming*] "She was my savior, at the time, we met… And now, she thinks of me… Well, I don't want to speak for her. I shouldn't speak for her. All I know is, I really am lucky to have met her. She's matured a lot, since the last time we met… I wish I could've been as brilliant, bright, and fun as she is, when I was her age." Sam sighed laying her back in his lap, "Well, how do we defeat CLU?" He asked Rinzler/Tron… "First you must defeat your father." Tron said stoically. "What?" He demanded, tears filling his eyes. "Surely, you didn't think it was as easy as hitting a button on a computer and unplugging a connection chord…" Tron explained, "But, I – I just realized how much I love Sukai… And that she was right. She was right, about everything…" Sam felt deeply depressed, by his rather sucky luck. "User, you must do this. It's the only way." Tron snapped icily… "How?" Sam scooped Sukai up bridal-style and watched as Tron gently placed his once-evil 2nd disc onto her bleeding wrist and it healed itself almost automatically. "What is she, Tron?" He asked him, wanting some sort of answer for who Sukai Todd's physical existence… "She's the Moon Goddess. An angel from Heaven, itself… A fallen angel." Tron explained, matter-of-factly. "You mean… She is the human reincarnation of Sailor Moon? My favorite Sailor Senshi, since I was like 8?" Sam had to double-check! "Yes, User." Tron wasn't playing, this time… "Sailor Moon?" He gazed down her innocent, slightly tear-stained face… "Every kiss she gave me, was passionate and true…" Sam thought aloud, "Then you know what you must do. User." Tron nodded as Sam sat with Sukai in his lap, on the chair for a few minutes… "If you're Sailor Moon, then why don't you have a Prince Endymion?" Sam wondered aloud as he gently slid her side-bangs back and softly hugged her. "She never wanted one…" Tron spoke Sukai, he has permission to! "So, she's defining her own destiny." Sam added, "Indeed. You're getting lucky, if she chooses you in the end." Tron explained, in a sobering tone. "What would it be like, if she did?" He asked, feeling her heart softly beating against his chest… "That's a question, only you know the answer to. User." He responded, somberly.
Have You Started Feeling the FEELZ, yet? No worries…
TO BE CONTINUED, FOOLISH BITCHES…