Disclaimer: I own nothing other than Aya-chan. Don't sue, I have little money. My sister said she read a really bad fanfic. She described it. It was this one. I then proceeded in my attempt to strangle her with her own braid. I'm quite depressed.
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Aya laughed almost insanely as she sped past the ships of the local Space Forces branch.
"Slow down!" Gilliam cried as he flew backwards on his little track.
"Hell no! I'm not gonna get caught by those losers back there! The incompetent fools!" she cackled, making her chest move, dragging Gene's vision along with it. "Blue Heaven, here I come!"
She reminds me of someone. I wonder who, Jim thought sarcastically.
After fast-forwarding though a few hours of tape, they came to an interesting part. They were almost to Blue Heaven.
"What repairs do we need to make, Gilliam?" a certain half-asleep thief asked.
"There was some damage done to the hull from their firing."
She nodded as her eyelids drooped.
The blue, soda-sized maintenance robot sweatdropped. "Wake up or we'll crash into meteors!"
"I'm awake! I just need a drink..."
"You shouldn't drink sake and fly at the same time..."
"Coffee, baka."
"Which dock should we go to?"
"Seven. I don't need the back luck of number four."
"I didn't know you were suspicious."
"'m not. That's just close to where my family lives."
Aya pressed a few buttons, and a screen with a man on it popped up.
"Clear us for docking at seven."
"That'll be five-"
She clicked the screen off.
"So sorry, but I don't have much money. Maybe I can 'charm' my way out of paying," she said thoughtfully, a hint of laughter in her voice.
Gilliam sweatdropped, a feat very few mechanical beings could perform, seeing that none of them were designed with sweat glands. Aya stretched her arms and fingers out behind her, yawning. The red-haired girl relaxed as her darling Shinigami was drawn into the dock.
In a few minutes, she stepped out of her ship, wearing an outfit that caused all of the male dock attendants to stare. It consisted of a tight, white, sequined tube top and a black miniskirt, with black high heels on her feet. She inhaled in a way that almost made the staring men's eyes pop out of their sockets.
"Oh, I don't think I'll be able to pay my docking fees, Whoever could possibly help me?" she asked dulcetly, slowly walking down the steps that led to the floor.
A small crowd of men flocked over to her.
"Here's a thousand wong!"
"Take my five hundred!"
"Six hundred and eighty! I'll give you another hundred if you'll let me take you to dinner!"
Similar comments were shouted as she eagerly accepted the money.
"This should be plenty! Thank you so much, gentlemen!" she said, her teeth aching due to the sweetness in her voice.
As she stuffed the money into her purse, she dropped the black leather bag on purpose. As she bent down to pick it up, she made it a point to bend more at the waist than at the knees. No good deed should go unrewarded, she thought to herself.
She stood up, and walked through the cluster of drooling men, into the office of the man in charge of the dock. She knocked gently at the door twice.
"Come in."
Aya walked into his office, taking her small, mincing steps.
"How much will docking fees for a week be?" she breathed, fetchingly.
The large, balding businessman forced himself not to drool. "A minimal fee of seven hundred wong should suffice."
Being nowhere nearly as foolish as she acted, the cobalt-eyed beauty knew she was getting the dirty old man's discount. Silently, she handed over the money, and then minced out, closing the door behind her.
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An extremely drunk Aya stumbled into Shinigami, clutching a half-empty bottle of beer.
"Aya, when will you take care of the repairs?" Gilliam demanded
"I'll get ta," hiccup, "it t'morrah'. Dun yah worry yer," hiccup, "perty li'l head o'er it, Gill-shan!" she slurred in between hiccups, grinning.
Annoyed by her drunk ramblings, the little blue maintenance droid shook what it had of a head. Satisfied with that, she passed out on the floor, and was dragged to her bed by even more maintenance droids.