Hey, it's me again (like it would be anyone else but y'know), anyway I have to apologise for some of the stupid mistakes in the first chapter. I'm usually not that careless but I've only recently got the internet not to mention this account and I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. Anyway, this chapter's a little less over the place then the last. Enjoy!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Outlaw Star series...unfortuneately...

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The crowd at the local bar burst out of the doors, most making a run for it as soon as they could. A rough looking biker with a dusty leather jacket turned back and watched the two individuals holding up their guns. The guy with red hair was holding a caster, this was serious.

"Glad I'm not the other guy," he whispered.

White Fire

The figure before Gene shifted feeling the friction beneath his feet, his body was in almost pinpoint balance.

"My name is of no concern to you Gene Starwind." his voice was level and silencing.

"How do you know me?" asked Gene fingering the trigger of his caster.

"You're the man that killed Hazanko." There was a threatening tone in his voice but his face was concealed by the mask.

"So you're a Kei Pirate then?" asked Gene.

"Once again…" said the figure reaching into his back pocket. Gene watched him cautiously pressuring the trigger of his caster as the figure bought out what looked like an ordinary silver lighter and raised it deliberately to his gun.

"…that is no concern of yours."

It happened in a split second, the figure lit the lighter and fired. Without thinking about it, Gene fired the caster. The number 6 shell tore through the room. Gene grinned expecting the two to cancel each other out. His attacker let out a low laugh.

"A number 6? You'd need one of the rare ones to do any kind of damage Gene Starwind."

The shell hit the place where the attacker had fired. A roar like thunder made the ground tremble and Gene pulled backwards as the atmosphere exploded. His eyes widened as the bullets fell like hellfire.

"Shit!" Gene vaulted forward and grabbed one of the standing bar tables, slamming it against the wall. He was behind the table crouching low before the first bullet touched him.

The barrage of bullets was quick and ruthless. It was over before it had begun. Gene uncovered his ears and looked out cautiously over the rim of the table. The figure in black stood perfectly still in the centre of the room, seemingly unscathed, holding the same gun up to Gene's face.

"Nice gun," said Gene grimly bringing his caster up again. Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out a number 3 and a number 9. Gene frowned and ran his forefinger over the number 9.

"Go on," hissed the figure in black manically, "I dare you."

Suddenly a low grumbling sound diverted the attention of both Gene and his attacker. It was coming from the back room.

'Oh great,' thought Gene, 'More of them.' He glared at the number 9 shell firmly.

On the other side of the room, Gene's attacker tensed. Locking his feet together, he readied himself to pounce.

As the grumbling got nearer, Gene could almost make out a few words in a voice that he somehow recognised.

The door creaked and swung open, a waitress stood in the doorway. Gene's mouth dropped open.

"AISHA!!!"

"Nya?" the familiar figure of Aisha in a witnessing outfit looked over at Gene questioningly.

"What are you doing here?!" babbled Gene insanely.

"Gene?" Aisha's eyes grew big and blank. She surveyed the room completely bemused. "What the hell happened here?"

'A Ctarl Ctarl!' thought the figure to himself. ' Even with an Orikalcose gun I'd be done for.'

The figure slipped his lighter back into his pocket. The movement caused Gene to stop gaping at Aisha and turn back to his attacker.

"You win this time, you had skill enough to survive a blitz from an Orikalcose gun and you know some strong allies."

Aisha felt the sting of the figure's eyes on her. Haughtily she straightened her waitressing hat. The figure turned indifferently back to Gene.

"That gives you the right to know my name. It's White Fire." (Oh like we didn't know that was coming. -)

Without another word, White Fire started heading for the door.

"You can't just walk away!" exclaimed Gene following him with his caster.

"Oh no?" White Fire opened the door tauntingly and ambled out, closing the door behind him as though he had just had a relaxing drink at the bar.

"You can't just walk away." repeated Gene vengefully. He loaded the number 3 caster, aimed it at the door and fired. There was a brilliant flash as the ball of mana collided with the dense wood of the door. There was an ear-splitting crunch and a moment later, the neat hole had been burned through the door out into the streets. White Fire was gone.

"Would you mind telling me JUST WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON!?!" bellowed Aisha.

"Geez, calm down Aisha," said Gene lazily slipping the caster back into his coat pocket. "I think he was a Kei Pirate after me that's all."

"That's all? That's all! LOOK AT THIS MESS!!! I'm gonna be fired for this." said Aisha miserably.

"T-too right!" stuttered the bar tender standing up weakly. "G-Gene, if I ever s-see your f-face around here again I'll-I'll…" he turned to Aisha. "A-and just to make it o-official Miss Clan Clan…YOU'RE FIRED!!!"

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Well after this chapter, we've learned absolutely...nothing...new...ehehe? And Aisha's back!! Woop!!! Woop!!! Don't worry Suzuka fans (Suzuka fans watch FB menacingly), SHE IS IN IT!!!