You remember last time? The Gang, as a whole, is introduced to Ayame Kajou, a member of the DNC, but a spy from SPA (Sexual Protection Agency). She introduced herself as a spy to Anna Nishikinomiya, the leader of DNC, and says that if the DNC were successful, humankind will be sworn to permanent chastity, leading to the end of existence. If the country, or world, in general, were to fall in DNC's hands, Earth would be doomed.
The Gang agrees to help out the cause, but refuse to have Kajou on their team, on grounds that they are working for not only the Decency Squad, but terrorists, as well. With no other choice, our heroes have means to remain here, and to stop the DNC, themselves.

The next morning, at 5:30am, Luzer fluttered over the building, viewing the woman in green hair. He said, as he was watching her, by the door, "Strange… The same girl from yesterday. But why is she a zombie?"

He went closer and thought, "No… She's mortal. Except… Is it just me, or does she lack sleep?"

The girl turned to the crow, but Luzer leapt into a hiding spot. He shivered, as the girl spoke in a deep quiet tone, "Is it just me, or do I lack sleep? And did that Carrion Crow just spoke? Mysteries surround this year. 2017 seems like a year I traveled to, in which mysteries have yet to occur…"

Luzer asked, "What is she talking about? Sure, it's 2017, but whoever she is… She's wearing a DNC uniform… She's an enemy…"

The girl stepped in, as Luzer cried, "Oh, crap! THIS IS BAD!"

Episode II – Chapter 2: Hyouka Fuwa…
The Girl of 1997?!

The girl entered the lobby and saw the elevators. She then said, "Ah. Perhaps this is a perfect area to hone my extrasensory skills."

She looked at the elevator buttons and said, "Up, please."

She looked up to the arrows, and then said, "Oh. One of those Manual Operating Elevators."

She pressed the UP button and stepped inside. The elevator went up, as Superball returned to the doors, near the elevators. He then looked around and said, "Hmm. Strange. Did I leave the door unlocked?"

He stepped to the front doors and went outside. He was standing outside the front doors, in front of them, guarding the place.

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The elevator rang, as Heather was sleeping under a desk. She heard the ding, from inside her desk. She got up and thought, "Ara? Who is that? It must be the guys."

The girl stepped in the offices, opening the door. Heather gasped, as she hid inside the desk. She shivered, "Whoa… Who is she? How did she enter the building? Wait…"

She examined the school uniform and said, "It's a DNC uniform… but no letters… And a lab coat? Plus, she needs sleep."

She looked around and said, "2017. Where are you? I wish to condone services to you…"

She added, "If you are male, then might I suggest showing me your sausage? Show me the magic finger of fickle fate; if any."

Heather thought, "Whoa… She wants a p(BEEP)?"

Miz-K NOTE: Ayame Kajou's the only person to say what I usually DON'T type in, in my fics.

The girl then added, "I detect a heated figure in this room… But your body is ice cold."

Heather stepped out, sporting a few courage from herself. She said, "Right here, bitch. Who are you?"

The girl said, "Ah. Heather Dunn of AAW-New York."

Heather nodded, "Yes. I'm Special Agent of A-Squad, and one of the founding members of The Gang. Now, what are you doing here? Who do you work for?"

Fuwa said, "Permit me for my undeniable ramblings. My name is Hyouka Fuwa. And I am in dire prerequisite of your imitable succor, for an imperative consignment to undertake."

"Eh?"

"If your head is as dumb as a rock, let me be frank. And no, my name is Hyouka Fuwa. I want you and The Gang, as helpers."

Heather growled, "NO! I mean, you want our help? Yes, I'm understandable on your words. I'm not that stupid!"

"No. But you are a coward, in heart."

Heather was CRUSHED, as she whimpered, "Rub it in, why don't you?"

She held up her staff and said, "Alright… This is only morning hours, and you're trespassing in AAW property. I don't even know how you got here, and why you're in New York… but under no circumstances I'll let you live… provided if you're speaking the truth."

"I speak the truth. I am Hyouka Fuwa, and I am from the future."

"LIAR! Where's your Flux Compositor?"

"You mean the DeLorean? Those are hard to find, being they are decommissioned."

"Seriously?! They're still around. It's usually rare cars."

"Cars? Oh, do they run on fuel from gasoline, alkaline, electricity, or the fabled solar power, which provides to be Go Green? Of course, all our cars from the future are well-built and handmade."

"And you? What do you know about the future?"

"Your president is a drooling idiot, and he rules the Free Planet, with an iron will. Able-bodied, and well-written. That's a beauty of a leader."

Heather and Hyouka stared down, as Heather was nervous, "Seriously? She's not scared of me? What is she?"

Hyouka stepped forward and said, "Permit me… for I must sample a cucumber… Do you believe that in one melding with another, a man's cucumber could stick out and inject mystery serum to a woman's tunnel, and produce babies?"

Heather thought, as she was disgusted, "No shit. Is she talking about sex? Jesus Christ, she's no worse than Ayame!"

She then had an idea, "Lemme ask you a question, Fuwa! Do you know of an Ayame Kajou?"

Fuwa nodded her head, and then responded, "I am Hyouka Fuwa."

"Uh, lemme try another."

"Does she affiliate with your reach?"

"Uh, what are you-?"

"She must know my answer, but sadly, she runs away from me, because I am a freak, as she states. I am merely built to observe the past, and present into the future, to abide and obtain knowledge from well-known members of society."

"Built?! Future?! Hold on! You're… You're making this stuff up, as it goes."

Heather stepped back, as Fuwa walked slowly to her, "Do not be upsetting. I want knowledge. Knowledge is power, and the key to humanity. Perhaps I can help protect our future from everything that is occurring, since the DNC took it from us."

"DNC? You're not affiliated with those losers?"

"Negative. But I am acquired to relive my assistance, if you honor me with a man's pe-, I mean, Long John."

"Why are you not saying it?"

"Sorry. The PMs forbid me for saying it. But they are installed within me, to avoid any further rude remarks."

"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!"

Fuwa was closer to Heather, as she pointed at her waist, "Miss Dunn. Tell me the secret. If you do, I am offered to help. Deny my request, and I will have wasted my time here."

Heather trembled, as Fuwa kneeled down to her. Suddenly, the window smashed opened, as Luzer plowed through the glass. He cried, "MISS HEATHER! GET DOWN!"

Heather cried, "Luzer?!"

Fuwa asked, "A talking crow? Coming in at 45 miles per ho-?"

WHAM!
Luzer strikes Fuwa in the skull, diving his entire body onto the head, beak first. He fluttered down, as he called, "Finish her off! She's the enemy!"

Heather said, "I can't! She says that she's not affiliated with the DNC."

"WHAT?"

"Lemme try something…" Heather stood up and said, "Miss Fuwa… Who are you, and what are your orders?"

Fuwa turned to Heather and Luzer, showing no smile, but with a metallic gash on her forehead. She moaned, "What was that for? You actually are cautious about my appearance and my appearance and my appearance and appearance-. I am Hyouka Fuwa."

Heather shrieked, "HOLY CHRIST ON A LADDER! SHE'S A ROBOT!"

Luzer cried, "An android?!"

Fuwa's wound regenerated, as she said, "Negative. Negative. I am a cyborg. I come here from the future, to offer assistance."

Heather whimpered, as she sobbed, "Get away, you freak of a Terminator…"

Luzer cried, "MISS DUNN! START RUNNING!"

"HOW?!" Heather roared, "I'M TOO SCARED TO DASH OFF, SEEING HOW YOU ATTACKED HER, AND YET SHE'S LIABLE TO REGENERATE, LIKE A NAMEKIAN!"

Luzer said, "Come to think of it, you're right! WHAT KIND OF ABOMINATION IS SHE?"

Heather crawled to a corner, as Fuwa was sparking from her wound. She said to Heather, "I am Hyouka Fuwa. Permit me for my appearance. My appea-pea-pea-pea-pea-pea-pea-pea-PINESS… Penis. I want a man's penis."

Miz-K NOTE: DAMN IT!

Heather shrieked, "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? GO AWAY, YOU ROBOT!"

Hyouka jerked her head back and squeaked and beeped. Seconds later, the rest of The Gang arrived, in panic and worry. Peter cried, "LUZER! We got your message!"

Luzer yelled, "MASTER! IT'S TERRIBLE!"

Farra gasped, as the others were shocked, "Who is she?"

Heather shrieked, "GET THE MEAN LAZY-EYED ROBOT AWAY FROM ME!"

Mizuki cried, "A WHAT?"

Rook cried, "She's beautiful, if not for her bags in her eyes!"

Mundy asked, "Agent Takase, if she is a robot, can you disable her?"

Mizuki said, "I don't know… The wound tells all. How did it happen?"

Luzer said, "My fault."

Farra replied, "Luzer must've attacked her, after saving Heather… But she's invincible!"

Fuwa turned to Peter, Mundy, and Rook, as she said, "Objective confirmed. Male species found. Repeating question…"

She asked, "Gentlemen, will you show me your cucumber? I promise to observe you, for scientific research, as to ask the question about how a man's cucu-, cucu—cucummmmmmm-, b-b-b-b-b-b-ber… How a man's sticking to woman's compart-."

She was glitching rapidly, after Luzer's attack. Rook was frightened, as he asked, "Then… Is it a NO on the fabrics?"

Mizuki cried out, "Rook, deal with this! I can't do this robot!"

Rook held his cane up and said, "Alright… But it is a delicate machine… for a woman."

Mundy said, "She was being sarcastic!"

Mizuki replied, "No, I wasn't."

Rook poked his cane towards Fuwa's chest. Fuwa held his cane, as Rook said, "Forgive me, ladies, but sex is a mystery. If you know the truth, you're liable to be in misery."

He added, "And also, I'm not that perverted. I only ask for your dainties, for its fabric follicles."

Fuwa said, "Acknowledged. 75% polyester, 15% cotton, 10% wool, all-natural fiber to stay clean for three days, hand-washed, cold setting."

Rook moaned, "Wow, and I didn't even have to ask her."

Mundy roared, "JUST KILL THE TRAMP, ALREADY!"

Heather shrieked, "WAIT!"

SLASH!
Rook slashed upward, revealing a deep cut on her chest and stomach. Her body was exposed with circuitry, while her skin was bare. Fuwa held herself and moaned, "That was uncalled for. You did not just slice me open. I only want to know a human's anatomy, not my own exoskeleton."

Rook trembled, "Impossible! Why is she still alive?"

Heather cried, "JUST SHUT UP AND WATCH!"

Her wound regenerated, revealing her bare skin, since most of her clothing was shredded from Rook's cane sword. Rook shrieked, "YAAAAAAAAAAAGH! SHE'S A T-1000!"

Mizuki whispered, "Fascinating…"

She asked, "Heather, what is she?"

Heather sobbed, "She's from the future, as she says, and she wants our help, but she wants, in return, you guys', uh, big pickles!"

Mundy blushed, "You're joking!"

Peter yelled, "ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

Rook cried, "HER, TOO? WHAT IS WITH WOMEN WANTING THE MALE GENITALIA, TODAY?!"

Mizuki cried, "And you believe her?"

Heather yelled, "HELL, NO!"

Mizuki tried to reason to her, but Fuwa said, "Come no closer, gentlemen. Give me your rods… so I can experiment."

She blushed in embarrassment and said, "Now, now… Miss Cyborg… uh, other evil cyborg… Still, please…"

Fuwa remarked, "Perhaps I examine you, Miss? I am Hyouka Fuwa. Your breasts emit milk, is that correct?"

Mizuki cried, holding her chest tight, "YOU'RE SICK! DON'T GO NEAR ME!"

Peter stepped back, "My very manhood is at stake! I'm not going near that thing!"

Rook sobbed, "Me, neither!"

Asahi appeared and shouted, "But I can!"

She pressed the red button and shouted, coated in a reddish aura, "Strength!"

She tackled Fuwa down and roared, "That's quite enough! Now, tell me who you really are, before I demolish you, on the inside out!"

Fuwa said, as she was pinned down, "I am from the future. 2017 A.D. is your year, correct?"

Asahi said, "What about it?"

Farra said, "Asahi, can you dismantle this whore?"

Asahi replied, "Not until we have answers! Now, why do you even want the boys', uh, downstairs?"

Fuwa responded, "Response: to study what is the mystery of pregnancy. Is it true that a huge pickle from a man, into your insertion will create a baby, once emitting a substance inside of you?"

Asahi gasped, and blushed, "You… You are so knowledgeable… Yet, it's filthy!"

"She's into Sex Ed?!" Peter asked.

Luzer cried, "Master, do something!"

"HOW CAN I?" Peter yelled, "If I get closer to her-."

Mundy said, "Men, stay as far away from the cyborg pervert. She wants to clip it off."

Peter, Luzer, and Rook cried, "YOU'RE KIDDING!"

Mizuki hollered, "WHAT KIND OF NONSENSE IS THAT?"

Mundy said, "That uniform… She's with DNC, is she?"

Heather sobbed, "I… She already told me that she's not. But I believe it is a crock of shit."

Mizuki stated, "Well played."

Asahi was thrown off, as Fuwa sat up. Farra grasped onto her waist and shouted, "You men are useless!"

Fuwa tried to break free, but failed, since she was slowly shaking Farra off, "Get off me. I want your assistance."

Farra gasped, as her grip was loosened, "How is she doing that, without resistance?"

Mundy cried, "AGENT STEVENS!"

Farra cried, "SOMEONE STOP HER! I'M… LOSING… MY… GRIP!"

SNAP!
Fuwa broke free of Farra's arms, but…

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!"
JAB!
"WAH-TAAAAH!"
Steven Cooke appeared, jabbing his thumbs into Fuwa's temple. She stopped moving, as her eyes remained half-open, and her mouth slowly moaning. Steven said, "Forgive me, darling."

Farra moaned, "Thanks, man."

Fuwa's arms dropped like noodles, as she started to slur, "My… cucumber… I wanted… your… assistance… I am… Hyouka… Fu… waaaaaa… May I… requirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…"

He let go of her head, removing his thumbs, carefully, as Fuwa dropped to her knees and powered down. The Gang, except for Steven, collectively sighed in relief, as Heather wailed in fear. Asahi moaned, "Damn. She's got intense power."

Farra moaned, "Thanks, buddy. If that robot let loose, we'd be in trouble."

Steven nodded to her and said, "Anytime."

As he helped Farra up, Mizuki approached Fuwa and said, "I'm going to examine her, and see what makes her tick. I'm also going to ask her a few questions…"

Mundy said, "Please do. This woman is a perverted freak. I'm glad Scarlet didn't see this."

Rook asked, "Where is Scarlet, anyway?"

Mizuki picked Hyouka up and said, "Never mind that. We have to clean this place up. I'll be in the lab, examining her."

She left, as Peter sighed, helping Asahi up, "Thank god… A Terminator Pervert… Just what we needed."

Rook smiled, "On the plus side, we saw something inside her, and not just her bare supple skin… Just technology enhanced."

The others were glaring at him, as Rook sniffled, "Okay, fine. I saw her light green bra, okay? It's a lovely shade of a bright pale green."

Asahi shook her head, as Steven said, "Next time, focus on the mission."

Rook nodded, "Right. Thanks for the advice."

Farra said, "So, any idea where and when she came here?"

"This morning," Heather said, "I was sleeping in one of the desks, and I heard a noise. I thought you guys came here, early. But lo and behold, this cyborg came in."

Mundy said, "Well, call me crazy, but what were you doing in the building, at 6am?"

Heather pouted and twiddled her fingers, "Hmph. You guys never give me a ride back. Jerks."

She scoffed, as Farra said, "Dude, you have superspeed! You couldn't get up and head back to the safehouse on 2121 Straight Street?"

Heather sniffled, "My injuries are still hurt…"

Farra sighed, "Never mind. When this is done, remind me to take you with me, back to the house."

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Meanwhile, at the lab, Mizuki was working on Hyouka, who was lying on the table, naked. Her body was connected to wires, as she was being recharged and repaired. Ten minutes later, Fuwa woke up and said, "Hello. I am Hyouka Fuwa."

Mizuki said, "Good. You're awake."

"Mizuki Takase, correct?" Fuwa asked.

Mizuki said, "Indeed. We're terribly sorry for the assault on you."

"It's alright. My intentions are simply clear, and my actions were rude and dishonest. I only offer your assistance."

Mizuki said, "Well, you came to the right place. But I want to ask you… Where are you from? Surely, you're not in DNC."

Fuwa responded, "No. I am from the future. I am from Tokioka High, in Tokyo, Japan, from the year 1997."

Mizuki asked, "Huh? 1997?"

Fuwa said, "My creators sent me here to stop this DNC, from twenty years into the past. They told me that on this month, alone, we are to stop the DNC's next major plan. That is why the year 1997 was boring for me, so I traveled backwards into time, to study your 2017."

Mizuki said, as she responded, "Uh, you are in error, Hyouka Fuwa. The time is 2017, February. As you are in error, saying you're from 1997. If you are from the future, you would be from the year 2037."

Her Robot Gene activated, and suddenly made a clerical error to Fuwa's response. Fuwa replied that she thought she was from 1997, but the years were not catching up to her. Mizuki responded that her CPU is acting up, and is coated in useless knowledge.

"My apologies. My internal clock is still malfunctioning. I kinda wished I remember what year I was from… if it wasn't for Mr. Okuma's sudden surprise, from the year 202020."

Mizuki asked, "Who's Okuma?"

Fuwa beeped, "File not found."

Mizuki said, as she examined her, "Shoot. She's damaged heavily. If Krieger were here, he'd find a way to reach out to her. But me, I'm too advanced. And my head is aching."

She beeped, in her robot voice, "Conclusion: Fuwa Hyouka must be repaired from her memory file #S315N1K3."

Mizuki typed in, and responded in her normal voice, "I see. Her file is very shoddy and messy. I better give it a thorough check-up."

Fuwa responded, "Are you a robot like me?"

Mizuki sighed and responded, "Apparently so… It's hard to explain… but unfortunately, it is."

"Good. Then I have nothing to add on your persona system."

"My what now?"

"Your persona system is basically on the f-f-fritz, because you have a double life, as human and robot. Human and robot. I am Hyouka Fuwa."

Mizuki thought, as she was puzzled, "Persona System? I should examine myself in Targus City, once this is over."

She said, "Alright, Miss Fuwa. I have to deactivate you, before we can continue the procedure. But also, we want to know who you are… and what year you're actually from. And even so, 1997 is way too off, being a being from the future."

She turned Fuwa off, as her purple eyes went black, and her body remained rigid. Mizuki said, as she wiped her forehead, "Weird being… She's not DNC, but she's interesting to understand."

She began to examine Fuwa, for a couple hours.

Hyouka Fuwa, from the future… Perhaps she knows what's going on, and why she wants The Gang, NOT for the Gang Guys' you-know-whats.
Be sure to tune in to the next exciting chapter…

To be continued…