cWinds of Fate.../c
cBy Sabre 220/c
**Disclaimer: If you havent gotten the idea by now dont bother. But basically I own nothing related to Bloody Roar aside from my respective characters. No concepts, games, rights. anything.
**Author's Notes: Well here we go. Hopefully I can get back on track and provide more, out of the norm BR fics...
Chapter 8:
Konai watched Uriko and the man named Johnson slowly advance. They were cautious and almost nervous. Uriko came closest and signaled Johnson to stop, her hand ever behind her back, clutching her stun baton and some restraints.
"So what's up with the Tylon logo?" Uriko asked non-chalantly.
"Went back for a few years..." Konai mused, still on her bike, unmoving. She watched as her words sunk in with Uriko, Konai knew that Uriko would become ice now.
"Tylon... You're under arrest. Come peacefully or we'll be forced to use force." Uriko growled, pulling out a pair of restraints. Konai shrugged knowing it was useless with all the reinforcements that must be on the way by now. Konai got off of her bikes and took off her bloodied gloves. Uriko moved in but stopped as Konai continued to remove concealed weapons. After nearly five minutes two desert eagles and four spare clips, three five inch blades, one two foot machete and a submission rod lie on the ground.
"There's all of my weapons officer.." Konai resigned holding her hands up. Uriko closed the gap and started patting her down. "Riko.. Do you even care why I went back?"
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything and everything you say will be used against you in the court of law. You DON'T have the right to a lawyer." Uriko growled, standing back up from patting her down. "What's up with all of the armor plates?"
"Safety?" Konai asked insultingly. Uriko punched her to the ground then and there. Uriko walked over and placed her foot on Konai's chest bringing her pistol to bear.
"What good is it if I shoot you in the head?" Uriko hissed, pulling the hammer back. Konai remained silent and unmoving. "Well?"
"RIKO!" Johnson shouted. "We have to apprehend her first..." He added. Uriko eased the hammer back into place, replacing her gun and putting the bindings onto one of Konai's hands, and then rolling her over. With Konai on her stomach Uriko forced her hands together so she could bind them together. With that done Uriko heaved her up to a standing position.
"Johnson stay here, wait for the crew. I'm bringing her in." Uriko said. Johnson nodded as Uriko led Konai to the car and forced her into the backseat. Uriko got into the drivers side and grabbed the radio. "Dispatch this is Private Nonomura bringing the disturbance. Johnson is remaining on scene for evidence and crowd control..."
"Affirmative Private." The radio crackled back. Uriko started the squad car and started the drive back to the station. Casting quick glances back at Konai. Konai was watching back with equal hate, or it seemed, she was half grinning.
"What the hell are you smiling about?"
"My right to silence." She purred back.
"Wipe that idiotic grin off of your fucking face you bitch." Uriko snarled.
"Or what?" Konai returned.
"Why'd you go back?" Uriko asked, watching the road and weaving through traffic.
"Does it matter?"
"Why would you go back there? All the pain and suffering. The hell.." Uriko protested.
"I'm keeping my right to silence... So why don't I get a lawyer."
"Tylon is officially a terrorist organization. You are a terrorist." Uriko returned.
"But I left nearly a year ago... My actions were let's say hormonal..." Konai returned, taking a deep breath midway. Uriko cast a quick glance at Konai, fear and jolting through her system for a second. But then it dawned on her, Konai wasn't bearing Mirelle's traits. Before either would speak again they were at the building. Uriko got out and led Konai in and through the maze of halls and rooms to the containment area. Shoving her through the open doorway Uriko signaled the control room and the door slid back into place.
"Soo.. Now I'm a terrorist. Have fun with your family.." Konai mused lying down on the spartan bed. Uriko shook her head in furor and whipped out her cell phone as she left towards her desk to file another report. She dialed in a number and heard a voice she wanted to be with.
"Kenji Oghami speaking.." The voice announced.
"Hey hun.." Uriko greeted, navigating through the noise and order that was one of the many Japanese Peace Corps precincts.
"You sound stressed." Kenji returned.
"Just bagged another Tylon terrorist..."
"Another?"
"What do you mean another?"
"It's all over the news. Alan and Yugo's convoy was attacked by Tylon. They were saved by some Tylon rogue on a bike and wearing all black leather armor that held against machine guns.."
"What?!? That's too much of a coincedence..."
"What's too much of a coincedence?" Kenji asked.
"I just hauled in Konai.. She was on a Tylon bike, wearing some kind of armor..."
"DID YOU JUST SAY KONAI!?!?!" Kenji blared.
"I know... I don't want to believe it. She admitted to willingly going back to Tylon..."
"What?!?" Kenji blared. "It's gotta be someone who looks like her."
"It is... We are doing and interrogation in an hour. We're going to need aliases to prove that she is who she says she is and why she assaulted dozens of citizens..." Uriko muttered, finding her office and into it.
"I'll call everyone.." Kenji said.
"Thanks.." Uriko muttered, wondering if it was the right thing to have told Kenji about Konai. Uriko sat down in front of her desk and started typing away.
Half an hour later a green haired man dressed in obscene clothes came into the precinct reception area. He approached the main desk. The attending officer looked up from his desk at him.
"What can I do for you?" The officer asked.
"Well I'm here from the diner incident about an hour ago. She who was brought in is a relative of mine. I have to talk to her."
"You'll have to sign in." The officer answered. The man nodded and scribbled his name down, and made his way into the heart of the precinct, having checked out the map. The officer looked down at the signature. "Busuzima... What the? god that's messy writing.." He mumbled. Busuzima however was quickly making his way to the confinement area. When he got there he underwent a standard and quick body search. Once he was in he proceeded straight to Konai's cell, snickering as she growled at the sight of him.
"Aren't we feisty?" He muttered.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Ahhh just make a proposal for you on behalf of a certain someone." He started.
"I left Tylon for good a year ago. I learned what I needed to know."
"What that you are an attempt to recreate the phenomenon that occurs within Uriko?"
"What's the point Busuzima?"
"Just thought I'd rub the fact that multiple personalities suck..."
"I have mine under control."
"But the constant warring must be taxing." Busuzima countered. He pulled out a flask, filled with what appeared to be mercury. Konai let out a full blown roar and charged the ectobar glass, slamming against it.
"Fuck off..." She snarled taking a step back.
"You can smell it already can't you?"
"Just get out of my life..."
"What just like your father? Tylon gave you a family.. One that wouldn't dare to contemplate tossing you out like that.." Busuzima said, Konai slammed her bare fist into the glass, growling.
"Don't you dare dig up my past."
"Then how about the present? We all know you want Uriko... Just as I want my Hans... We can offer you a clone, in exchange for your services.."
"Screw you dammit!" Konai roared.
"What don't want a clone of your beloved? One that will love you exactly as you wish and you can love her just as you want."
"I'm already taken thank you very much..."
"Oh the fool Shin... He's gotten on in life. Eight years is too long for a man... He's moved on. Face it Konai. Your past with them is over."
Konai heaved her shoulders in defeat, looking away and then turning her back on Busuzima, tears slipping out of her eyes.
**A.N.: What will her decision be? Review/Flame whatever pleases your twisted little soul....
cBy Sabre 220/c
**Disclaimer: If you havent gotten the idea by now dont bother. But basically I own nothing related to Bloody Roar aside from my respective characters. No concepts, games, rights. anything.
**Author's Notes: Well here we go. Hopefully I can get back on track and provide more, out of the norm BR fics...
Chapter 8:
Konai watched Uriko and the man named Johnson slowly advance. They were cautious and almost nervous. Uriko came closest and signaled Johnson to stop, her hand ever behind her back, clutching her stun baton and some restraints.
"So what's up with the Tylon logo?" Uriko asked non-chalantly.
"Went back for a few years..." Konai mused, still on her bike, unmoving. She watched as her words sunk in with Uriko, Konai knew that Uriko would become ice now.
"Tylon... You're under arrest. Come peacefully or we'll be forced to use force." Uriko growled, pulling out a pair of restraints. Konai shrugged knowing it was useless with all the reinforcements that must be on the way by now. Konai got off of her bikes and took off her bloodied gloves. Uriko moved in but stopped as Konai continued to remove concealed weapons. After nearly five minutes two desert eagles and four spare clips, three five inch blades, one two foot machete and a submission rod lie on the ground.
"There's all of my weapons officer.." Konai resigned holding her hands up. Uriko closed the gap and started patting her down. "Riko.. Do you even care why I went back?"
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything and everything you say will be used against you in the court of law. You DON'T have the right to a lawyer." Uriko growled, standing back up from patting her down. "What's up with all of the armor plates?"
"Safety?" Konai asked insultingly. Uriko punched her to the ground then and there. Uriko walked over and placed her foot on Konai's chest bringing her pistol to bear.
"What good is it if I shoot you in the head?" Uriko hissed, pulling the hammer back. Konai remained silent and unmoving. "Well?"
"RIKO!" Johnson shouted. "We have to apprehend her first..." He added. Uriko eased the hammer back into place, replacing her gun and putting the bindings onto one of Konai's hands, and then rolling her over. With Konai on her stomach Uriko forced her hands together so she could bind them together. With that done Uriko heaved her up to a standing position.
"Johnson stay here, wait for the crew. I'm bringing her in." Uriko said. Johnson nodded as Uriko led Konai to the car and forced her into the backseat. Uriko got into the drivers side and grabbed the radio. "Dispatch this is Private Nonomura bringing the disturbance. Johnson is remaining on scene for evidence and crowd control..."
"Affirmative Private." The radio crackled back. Uriko started the squad car and started the drive back to the station. Casting quick glances back at Konai. Konai was watching back with equal hate, or it seemed, she was half grinning.
"What the hell are you smiling about?"
"My right to silence." She purred back.
"Wipe that idiotic grin off of your fucking face you bitch." Uriko snarled.
"Or what?" Konai returned.
"Why'd you go back?" Uriko asked, watching the road and weaving through traffic.
"Does it matter?"
"Why would you go back there? All the pain and suffering. The hell.." Uriko protested.
"I'm keeping my right to silence... So why don't I get a lawyer."
"Tylon is officially a terrorist organization. You are a terrorist." Uriko returned.
"But I left nearly a year ago... My actions were let's say hormonal..." Konai returned, taking a deep breath midway. Uriko cast a quick glance at Konai, fear and jolting through her system for a second. But then it dawned on her, Konai wasn't bearing Mirelle's traits. Before either would speak again they were at the building. Uriko got out and led Konai in and through the maze of halls and rooms to the containment area. Shoving her through the open doorway Uriko signaled the control room and the door slid back into place.
"Soo.. Now I'm a terrorist. Have fun with your family.." Konai mused lying down on the spartan bed. Uriko shook her head in furor and whipped out her cell phone as she left towards her desk to file another report. She dialed in a number and heard a voice she wanted to be with.
"Kenji Oghami speaking.." The voice announced.
"Hey hun.." Uriko greeted, navigating through the noise and order that was one of the many Japanese Peace Corps precincts.
"You sound stressed." Kenji returned.
"Just bagged another Tylon terrorist..."
"Another?"
"What do you mean another?"
"It's all over the news. Alan and Yugo's convoy was attacked by Tylon. They were saved by some Tylon rogue on a bike and wearing all black leather armor that held against machine guns.."
"What?!? That's too much of a coincedence..."
"What's too much of a coincedence?" Kenji asked.
"I just hauled in Konai.. She was on a Tylon bike, wearing some kind of armor..."
"DID YOU JUST SAY KONAI!?!?!" Kenji blared.
"I know... I don't want to believe it. She admitted to willingly going back to Tylon..."
"What?!?" Kenji blared. "It's gotta be someone who looks like her."
"It is... We are doing and interrogation in an hour. We're going to need aliases to prove that she is who she says she is and why she assaulted dozens of citizens..." Uriko muttered, finding her office and into it.
"I'll call everyone.." Kenji said.
"Thanks.." Uriko muttered, wondering if it was the right thing to have told Kenji about Konai. Uriko sat down in front of her desk and started typing away.
Half an hour later a green haired man dressed in obscene clothes came into the precinct reception area. He approached the main desk. The attending officer looked up from his desk at him.
"What can I do for you?" The officer asked.
"Well I'm here from the diner incident about an hour ago. She who was brought in is a relative of mine. I have to talk to her."
"You'll have to sign in." The officer answered. The man nodded and scribbled his name down, and made his way into the heart of the precinct, having checked out the map. The officer looked down at the signature. "Busuzima... What the? god that's messy writing.." He mumbled. Busuzima however was quickly making his way to the confinement area. When he got there he underwent a standard and quick body search. Once he was in he proceeded straight to Konai's cell, snickering as she growled at the sight of him.
"Aren't we feisty?" He muttered.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Ahhh just make a proposal for you on behalf of a certain someone." He started.
"I left Tylon for good a year ago. I learned what I needed to know."
"What that you are an attempt to recreate the phenomenon that occurs within Uriko?"
"What's the point Busuzima?"
"Just thought I'd rub the fact that multiple personalities suck..."
"I have mine under control."
"But the constant warring must be taxing." Busuzima countered. He pulled out a flask, filled with what appeared to be mercury. Konai let out a full blown roar and charged the ectobar glass, slamming against it.
"Fuck off..." She snarled taking a step back.
"You can smell it already can't you?"
"Just get out of my life..."
"What just like your father? Tylon gave you a family.. One that wouldn't dare to contemplate tossing you out like that.." Busuzima said, Konai slammed her bare fist into the glass, growling.
"Don't you dare dig up my past."
"Then how about the present? We all know you want Uriko... Just as I want my Hans... We can offer you a clone, in exchange for your services.."
"Screw you dammit!" Konai roared.
"What don't want a clone of your beloved? One that will love you exactly as you wish and you can love her just as you want."
"I'm already taken thank you very much..."
"Oh the fool Shin... He's gotten on in life. Eight years is too long for a man... He's moved on. Face it Konai. Your past with them is over."
Konai heaved her shoulders in defeat, looking away and then turning her back on Busuzima, tears slipping out of her eyes.
**A.N.: What will her decision be? Review/Flame whatever pleases your twisted little soul....