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~ Static Shock ~

~~Later On, lets say, Two Years~~

Tokio slapped a man who had tried to touch her in a place she didn't want. "Get the #@&^ away from me, you jerk!!"

The thug wiped his face, "That hurt, you friggin'b!tch!!"

Tokio frowned, "Good. Hope it kills you later."

He followed her, "Look, you've been working as a waiter here for four months now!! Shouldn't we get to know each other?"

Tokio slapped away his hand on her thigh, and picked up a tray, "Look Gichi, getting to know people is to tell each others private interests. Not touch each other's privates!!"

Tokio flapped open the curtain to the restaurant. Gichi followed her, bringing a rag, "See? We need to work on that. You're not exactly a people person."

She glared at him, "No, I'm not a jerk person."

"You're right more like a bi-"

Just then, a family came in. Tokio instantly grinned, and declared, "Oh, welcome to Hanaki! How many?"

A man held up four fingers, "Four, please."

Tokio bowed, holding out her arm. "Right this way please!"

Gichi sneered at her, wiping a nearby table, "And the award for best actress goes to Tokio! As the amazing sometimes a b!tch sometimes a waitress!!"

Tokio muttered through grit teeth, "Keep talking, jack@$$, see where it gets you- oh, here's a table!!"

The family sat down. The boy banged the table, smearing it with the dirt he had been playing around with before. "I'm hungry!!"

The mother grabbed his fists, "Yusuke! Stop that!!"

Tokio smiled, "That's okay Miss!! The clean up boy will get that mark. It's all he's really good for."

Gichi growled at her as she passed by, "So dead..."

Tokio smiled, "Bye now!!"

Tokio flipped the curtain, back into the kitchen. She sighed, "My God!! How did that moron ever get a job?"

Kaneda, a waitress, sighed, "He's the owner's nephew. You know, blood's thicker than water."

"He's a damn perv, is what his." Tokio muttered. She rolled up her sleeves, "You guys need any help cleaning?"

Just then, the owner, Watanabe, poked his head out, "Hey, new girl!! There's a customer waiting on ya for a good half hour now!!"

Tokio sighed, angrily replying, "Well, why didn't you tell me?!!"

"You got eyes. Use 'em!!" he replied, "Before I fire that @$$ of yours!!"

Tokio threw down the rag she had to clean the dishes, "Fat freak... I'm here for four months and I'm still the new girl!! Jerk..."

She threw open the curtain, bringing her tray. She walked to the in the front, now occupied. Strange, she didn't notice him before. She came up to the person, and noticed her tray had a grease stain on it. Eww. She took her sleeve, and started scrubbing furiously.

"So sorry sir, I was busy, I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

"That's quiet alright Miss. I just hope you're boss hasn't fire you yet."

Nice voice. Tokio sighed, scratching at the stain that wouldn't come out, "Yeah, you heard? Well, being a waiter's hell and all, but-"

She looked up. And a wolf in a police uniform sat, smoking a cigarette.

*Amber eyes.*

**The Wolf.**

*Golden, piercing eyes, holding the very souls of her family*

**Wolfish, sneering eyes.**

She felt her throat constrict, and all words inside her died.

He frowned slightly, but the polite smile was still in place. "Is something wrong, Miss?"

All instincts inside her told her to pounce, attack, kill, slay!! But instead, her stomach felt like throwing out everything she just ate. What's worse? To pass out or vomit?

Her legs buckled underneath her as she blacked out.

~~A few minutes later~~

Her head rest on a nice, warm pillow.

"Hey!!"

**Who's fat voice was that?**

"Hey, girl"

**Sounded like someone she despised...**

"Yo, new girl!! You dead?!!"

Ah, the boss. Her eyelid's fluttered opened. "Huuuhhh.....? W-What happened?"

Kaneda whimpered, "You fell, Tokio! What happened?"

Tokio shook her head, rising on her elbows. "I dunno. I think I had a bad dream. Ughh.... some kinda..... demon dog.. or....."

She looked straight up, and found that nice warm pillow was the lap of...... of the....

She jumped up, "YOU!!"

The wolf looked genuinely confused, "Me?"

She panicked. Oh great, her training all comes to sh!t now...............

Tokio stammered "I-I mean.. you!! Oh, I forgot! You're my customer!!"

**Stay calm, don't pass out!! Keep from killing him!! Play the part, PLAY THE PART!!**

Tokio shook her head, "I'm so sorry!!"

The wolf rubbed his head, "Miss, if it's too much trouble, you really don't have-"

"NO!! No no, I insist!! Wait here!"

He sighed, "Look, I'm kind of strapped for time-"

"Then I'll work harder. And if I lose my job, it'll be YOUR HELL to pay!!"

He opened his eyes again.

**Oh God, like searing gold.....**

"Very well then," he nodded, smiling.

Tokio nodded, "Oh good, wait here!"

Tokio dashed into the kitchen. "Oh God oh God oh God.."

"Lighten up, Tokio, it's just a cop," snickered Gichi.

"Shut up, Gichi!! It's bad enough I gotta put up with you everyday!" She suddenly looked up, "Dammit!! Forgot what he wanted! Aww, I didn't even ask, damn.." she walked out.

She held in a breath, gathering courage, and walked up to his table. She can do this, he was just some bastard murderer!! But one look at his face, and her knees slightly trembled. Dammit, it's those eyes. They're the reason she was flipping out. She sighed, and bowed, "I'm sorry, but what was it you wanted again?"

He smiled, "Just a bowl of plain hot soba will be fine."

"Soba.. hot.. plain, got it!' she said, running back into the kitchen.

A fat cook named Takeda commented, "Sheesh, Tokio. What's this guy to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're certainly going out of your way for him."

"Am not!" she said indignantly. She ladled some broth into a bowl, and carefully added the noodles, since with every mistake was a cut to her pay.

"Normally, you wouldn't actually prepare the food," pointed out Takeda.

She pouted, "Well, let's say the police make me edgy!!"

Takeda whistled, "I see. Well, join the club! I murdered my wife. Ah, ex wife, actually."

Tokio stared at him, then opened the curtain, "Alrighty then!" she finally smiled, and sighed, "I gotta get out of this place............" she muttered, as she reached the table.

"I agree, it seems stressful to you," suddenly inquired the wolf.

Tokio jumped, dropping the tray. She bent to catch it, but his hand already darted out, catching it. The bowl didn't tip, and oh, she hated him.............

He set the tray on the table. "Thank you. That'll be all," he said, giving a dismissive wave.

Tokio sighed, wanting to kick him swiftly in the face, "You're welcome!" she grinned.

Gichi watched her come back, then slapped her butt, curling his fingers into her skin, "Way to save, girl!!"

That did it.

Tokio punched him in the jaw. Gichi fell back, a cut on his lip.

The Wolf turned quickly, still slurping some soba. The boss came out, looked at his nephew, then tried to yell at Tokio. "Hey!! Crazy slut, I oughta-"

Tokio raised her fist. "You. Oughta. What."

He stopped. Tokio smiled, "Mr. Watanabe, I would like to quit, please."

Watanabe nodded, "F-Fine... who needs ya?"

Tokio smiled, "Thank you so much..."

Tokio removed her hair band. Now that she found the wolf, she no longer needed a stake out...

She dropped the band on the floor, letting her hair trail behind her, as she walked out of the restaurant.

The Wolf got a quick idea to go after her, see if she'll turn out okay. But then, the better of him was hungry. So he just finished his meal and went about his business.

~~~One day, on the way home~~~

Tokio walked down the street, kicking a stone. It splashed into a puddle, sending mud to splash against the wall. She had long ago tossed away her wooden umbrella, it was so old and soaked it collapsed under the rain. Actually, she liked the rain, despite her bad memories of them. It felt like the heavens were cleansing the earth, as her father had once told her....

She shook her head, getting back to business.

Okay!! He likes cigarettes, plain hot soba, tea, no sake, umm.... But what kind of person would a murder like?

She thought, then grinned to herself.

A victim, of course.

"Yo, Tokio!!"

She sighed, and turned. "What the HELL do you want, Gichi?

Gichi had a bandage wrapped around his head, holding some gauze to his cut.

She grinned, "Whoops! Nicked ya, didn't I?"

Gichi sneered, "Go ahead, laugh b!tch. I'll be the one laughin' in the end."

Tokio smiled, crossing her arms. "Really?"

"Yeah. See, I really liked ya. You had mossy. Yet, you still found it funny to not put out for me."

Tokio had to laugh, she couldn't believe this guy was so serious!!

"Listen Gichi. You want a girl that bad? Go buy a whore. I got business to run."

Gichi called out, "Stop," and Tokio heard metal sliding out of a sheath.

She sighed, "Don't tell me I gotta hand your @$$ to you again, Gichi."

Gichi sneered, as three more men came behind him, holding swords. "See, my friends want to... share their private feelings with you too."

She put her fists on her hips, "Oh, ha ha, how classic; using my own line against me." She walked up to them, "Well, if that's he way it's gotta be, then FINE!!" she shouted, as she kneed Gichi in the ribs. He coughed blood, and crumpled to the ground. His friends gasped, taken aback. Tokio darted behind one, and punched a nerve cluster on the back of his neck. He fell too.

The last man stammered, "G-Guys!!"

And a ten more men came out of the shadows. Tokio's shoulders sagged again, "Oh, you gotta be kidding me."

Gichi's friend held up his sword, "DIE!!"

She kicked his sword out of his hands, then kicked his nuts. He keeled over, squealing like a pig. She scoffed, "The least of what you deserve."

"Get her!!" shouted the men.

She cursed, then leaped onto a roof, and ran for it. Forget offing like, twenty guys! She had to keep her reputation clean!! Had to be the part, not just act it............

As she took a leap a bola suddenly wrapped around her ankles, binding them together. She gasped, and her landing fell short, with her falling on her shoulder.

"NNGAAAAH!!" Okay, that hurt. No way to act that it didn't.

Gichi came from the shadows, coughing, "Lousy $!@$, thought you could get away, huh?"

She grunted, "H-Hey, who threw the bola? I know Gichi can't aim for sh!t."

Gichi growled. A pale, black haired man came behind him. "I did."

She smiled, "Ah. Good aim, buddy."

Gichi laughed, "Man, you just don't know what you're in, girly..."

He came over, and slammed his heel into her hurting shoulder. She held back a scream, as he knelt down, grabbing her flailing arms. He legs struggled to move, but the bola was so tight, it cut into her ankles. She couldn't get free.

Gichi smiled, "You see, I don't plan on raping you. Oh no, I'm gonna give you to all my friends, too. Then we kill you."

Tokio spat in his face, "Drop dead!!"

Suddenly, the back of his fist connected with her face. The rest was a daze.

~~Just Around the Corner~~

".. plan on raping you. Oh no, I'm gonna give you to all my friends. Then we kill you."

"Drop dead!!"

Goro Fujita flicked away his cigarette. Great, another rapist. He rounded the corner, and checked out his latest victims.

A man was watching his friend pinning a woman to the ground. Her legs were bound, so tight he could see blood seeping from the threads. She wasn't fighting so hard. So why............?

Goro squinted. Ah. Blood coming from her nose. He probably hit her. He narrowed his eyes, Worthless dogs..........

The pale man saw Goro, and went from pale to white, "H-Hey Gichi, there's a police guy here."

The one name Gichi, who had already forced open the woman's legs and laid her tied ankles behind his neck, snarled at his accomplice, "Then get rid of him."

The pale man gulped, and twirled a bola. Saito stabbed through him before he could think of what to aim for.

Gichi looked up from his prey, and his pupils shrunk at the sight of the policeman. Saito looked at the woman he had. Ah, no wonder the voices were so familiar. It was that waitress and towel boy...

He looked at the dog, "Sir, I must ask you to leave the woman alone. This is against the law, you know."

Further analysis indicated that his fingers were bloody. Blood? There was a knife in his hands, and in his other, her mutilated ..............

**Of all the lowest........**

Saito narrowed his eyes to the mongrel dog, clenching his teeth, "Get up. NOW."

Gichi stood, and lunged with knife in hand.

Covered in that woman's.....blood..... and........

"HYYAAAAH!!" the worthless fool screamed for a battle cry.

Saito sliced him in half, without even batting an eyelid. He swished his blade, letting the blood wash itself off in the rain, just as the body smacked against the wet dirt. He looked down at the woman that he had seen just a few days before.

He sheathed his sword. What a shame it is, to see a young life so wasted. Still, he had to call someone to clean this up. It would shake up the town to see a maimed body, a woman no less..........

Suddenly, she coughed up blood, mumbling to herself, "Daddy....."

He faced her body, ignoring her bloodied..... parts showing.

Tears came down from her closed eyes, her head rolling closer to her shoulder "..da.......daddy....."

Goro sighed. He couldn't leave her here. Not like this. He thought there had been sick things in the Revolution, but yet again man has proven him wrong. He unwounded the bola around her ankles, allowing the tattered skin around her ankles to breathe. He quickly flipped her skirt over her legs, and looked at her again before touching her.

Her shoulder seemed too far right to be on correctly. Goro took off his jacket, and wrapped it around her, took keep her arms close to her body. Gently, he bent down, and lifted her.

She was tall, for a woman.

He looked back up at the raining sky. The last time he had was when he thought he would kill himself. Yet, here he was. Saving some other life.

He sighed, and carried her to a hospital.