Kill Bvill v1
Chapter Six:
"Some Random Stalking"
A/N- hello to my beautiful readers i love you all! Oki doke basically this chapie is for Sovit Man AKA ADAM from the facofas death squad, and THANK you for reviewing you ROCK! Now please read on, as this work was put to the top of my to-do-list, because of your sparkling review...keep em comin:P
It was night in downtown Tokyo, but day everywhere else. A black limo drove through the pulsating streets of the city, and Beloved Fool had someplace to be...
Tonight was the new Pokemon Trading Card Game Dueling Universe Championship (The PoTCaGDUC- Potcagduc? What the hell?). It was a new card championship to decide the all-time best Pokemon card gamer. Plus, it allowed all the newly released Pokemon cards to be used, so it would decide the master of all Pokemon cards released. Beloved Fool could not resist this. Her limo was now coursing through the streets, toward the place of the contest- the House of Obvious Flowers.
Beloved Fool looked toward the people sitting with her, and creeplily examined their looks. To her immediate left was her personal bodyguard and Japanese Bondage Slave, Fook-Mii. She was a slightly psychotic 17 year old Japanese Bondage slave who, at the tender age of 16, decided to become an assassin, after her first kill...
Fook-Mii is sitting at a bar beside a Japanese businessman with VERY bad teeth. She is drinking, and the man is attempting to court her.
"Do you like Ferraris?"
"Ferrarri...Italian trash!" She spat.
The Japanese businessman giggled. Fook-Mii turned innocently to him, and said in a girlish voice:
"Do you want to screw me?"
He giggled stupidly again.
"Don't laugh. It shows your ugly teeth. Do you want to screw me- yes or no?"
"Yes."
Fook-Mii whipped out a dildo and stabbed it through the man's tummy.
"How about now, ugly teeth? Do you still wish to penetrate me? Or is it I that has penetrated you? Bmwahahahahahahahahahaha...haha!...ha! Alright! Scene over- back to narration!"
Sorry...
Beloved Fool looked to her right, where her trusty assistant sat. This particular assistant was fluent in the languages of Djiboutian, Swiss, Iraquish, and Klingon. English and Japanese too. She was currently talking on her cell phone in rapid Swiss. She handled all the secretary-like affairs for Beloved Fool and her Krazy 88. She was wearing a black kimono, and had her long black hair tied up in a tight bun. Her massive fake boobs giggled with every bump the limo hit... they were like jello-filled creamy pods of goodness...
Beloved Fool, you're getting drool on yourself.
"What? Where did that imposing male voice come from? Whatever."
Finally, Beloved Fool turned straight ahead to stare at the leader of her Krazy 88. This particular male was a look alike of Tom, one of the other members of the Facofas Death team. For some stupid reason, he got multiplied into a kajillion clones of himself, and not knowing that to do with them other than using them in the sex industry or to build a pyramid, Bvill sent them to guard Beloved Fool. This Tom was currently...
...giving Beloved Fool a look of pure lust. He was licking his lips, winking hornily, and put his hand to his mouth, fingers in a 'V'. His tongue began flapping between the fingers, and-
"Tom! Control yourself!"
"Sorry..."
Hot Damn, why did Bvill have to make the horny clone the head of my gang?
...Excuse me, Tcwutla here, mind staying the hell away from my signature thought process thingy?
What the hell?
GOD WOMAN! Everyone knows that when I am portrayed as thinking in my mind, the words go to italics for a paragraph. In using them for your thoughts, you might have confused the reader, and caused great dishonour to me.
Ok, sorry, I'll stay away from italics from now on.
Splendid. OKAY RESUME STORY!
Ah, yes. Now that we are introduced to the key members of Beloved Fool's council, which was totally useless, as we know they all die anyway, we can jump ahead to the mass-murder at the House of Obvious Flowers.
Jumping ahead to massacre at House of Obvious Flowers
In slow motion, we see Beloved Fool and her posse of personal guards/assistant people walking down the corridor of a lavish and posh Haus. It is the Haus (as they say in Germany) of Obvious Flowers. The contest is to begin in like three weeks, but Beloved Fool wants to settle in and eat some chocolat and take a waulke and make some sex...
Sorry. Anyways, they turn a corner and are met by a man and a woman, and are led to...
"Holy shit!" Helen AKA Beloved Fool exclaims.
"Something wrong, exalted leader of the Tokyo Underworld of Anime?" It's le hostess.
"This is the exact club place from Kill Bill volume one!"
Smiling nervously and darting her eyes around, the hostess began to stammer.
"Ehhhh, I have no clue what you speak about today follow along to suite!"
Fasting Forward to when they all get into the suite from Kill Bill and when they start to act a fool.
PWING!
Helen's special sense is triggered by the sound of Tcwutla creeping just outside the doorway of their suite. She signals to Fook-Mii to go and check, then resumes watching her minions act a fool. Suddenly, she hears a loud call...