Warning!!!! Like I said before, I do not ownz any of these characters! if production i.g. were to sue me, they would a chewed up jimmy buffet CD, a coked-up dog , and an empty sake gourd. Enjoy....

CHAPTER 2: HOTTER THAN HOT!?!?

"Looks like I lost him again, Takkun. We couldn't pull it off."

"I-I'm sorry, Haruko. I didn't know that it was so important to you. I'm so sorry."

"Aw, it's not that bad, kiddo. Ti just means that I have to go track him down now."

"you mean you have to leave NOW? No…… not now. Why now? I thought I told you how I feel, Haruko. I………love you. I don't you to leave."

"I'm really sorry Takkun, but in order to get my hands on the power of Atomsk, I must go now. I'd like to take you with me, but you're just too young. But I'll tell you what. I will leave you 3 of my things, but you must promise me you'll take care of them. And then when you're strong enough, use them to come find me. Goodbye, my Takkun. Grow strong, and we will meet again if you really love me so."

"NO!!! Haruko wait!!! Don't go! Don't leave me!!!"

I awoke to the stench of sour milk and spoiled meat, wondering what had happened to me after my unofficial meeting with the Don of Nostalgia, known only as Ricardo. Apparently I passed out in the alley I fought in last night and didn't wake up till mid-morning. I didn't really get a good look at him, but I'm sure I've heard that voice before I never forget a voice. Then I remember something else. Damn! Those goons of his must have overheard the bartender info on Haruko! God only knows how long I've been out; they're probably over there!!! I pick up my communicator to get in touch with my robotic comrade Canti, not by choice mind you. Ever since I gave him that thought-speak chip, he's has been the most violent, perverted, inebriated, lazy-ass robot I have ever seen or acknowledged. But I've got no other choice, so I call him in resentment.

Breaker, Breaker, one niner. Ninja's Turd to The Bad Touch, Ninja's Turd to The Bad Touch! Over. God I hate these stupid- ass codenames……….

10-4 there, Ninja's Turd. Ooh, this is The Bad Touch. What's your 10-20? Over.

oh for the love of god…………Canti, are you at that damn robot brothel again?

hey, hey, HEY! You do NOT break character, Ninja's Turd. And yes, I AM at the robot brothel again… now what is your 10-20? Over.

you know that's the reason we can only afford to eat instant ramen all the time! All because you just have to get your booze and robo-hustler every month…. I swear

Oh shut up! What are you, my mother or something!?!?

I might as well be! Don't forget you came from My head, you ungrateful ass!!!

oh all right I'm leavin'………what's your 10-20?

well, I just woke up in old O'Malley's alley, Chips District, right across the frog and toad. I have secured the info on the baby Haruko Present project, but we got Goombas and Guidos who want to open it before X-mas. It looks like someone just made us a huge shit sandwich, and we're both gonna have to take a bite. It's official. We got us a convoy. Over.

Whoo-Whee! Copy that, ya sumbitch pile o' monkey nuts! I'll have the Vespa ready when I pick you up. Over.

As I waited for Canti to drop off the modified Vespa, I kept wondering: what is Haruko doing now? I kept pondering… until I began to daydream……

I imagined Haruko, as beautiful as ever, in a kimono as blue as the summer sky and ocean combined, her eyes like bright amber, her hair a faint pink like petals of a newly bloomed cherry blossom, and her skin a refreshing creamy snow white. She began to do a traditional dance that Yamato Nadeshiko herself, as though she was dancing forever upon the heavens. And as she kneeled downward ever so properly and twirled her long, flowing sleeve around her wrist, she smiled cheerfully, like a happy little schoolgirl…………………and let out a huge, stuttering fart!!!

I was suddenly jolted awake by a TV-headed robot reading robo-hustler and drinking a bottle of Jack Daniels…… Canti had final made his way here.

"Did I interrupt yer lil' daydream in lala-land, nature-boy?" Canti said. "I'm sorta disappointed that you woke up, cuz' I was gonna sell your organs to the yakuza. Another opportunity wasted." "no, you didn't do anything." I replied with a puzzled look on my face. "Although I did have this dream about Haruko."

"OOH! Was it a wet dream?" Canti asked coyly. "No you sick bastard, no. it was weird. She was sitting all pretty and then, for no reason at all, she beefs!"

"Dude, gross! Do you think it has any meaning?"

"I dunno, but I'll figure it out on the way. But for now, I got to get to over to the next county. I have to get to Haruko before those dumb goons get to her and tear her a new one."

"well what are you doin' here then, Naota? Go get her!!!!"

I hopped on the hyper flight Vespa and pressed a red button on the side. Robotic arm popped out of the accessible toolbox on the side and begin whir and whiz and modify the little scooter. Within minutes my scooter was a modified dirt bike, ready to tear up this dull, dim street. Without a second look, I ripped the bike down the asphalt, on my way to confront Haruko for the first time in 6 years.

Canti: oh well, time for me to go raid his sock drawer for beer money. Oh yeah, I'm gonna get tanked tonite!!!!