Fake in Yellow (Rappy attack!) Kitsune D'gon

Author's note: I watch helplessly as my fingers strike the keyboard... continuing this madness.

Disclaimer: Still working on getting the rights to PSO

The hunter stared at his payment. He still didn't believe that it was worth all the effort he had to go through. Still, he had to get food somehow... even if it meant catering to the whims of Racton just to get him to go back to safety.

Kitsune walked out of the hunter's guild, breathing a sigh of relief at every yard he put between him and Racton. Racton had refused to come back to the safety of Pioneer 2, unless he got his valuable capsules back. Kitsune almost died trying to recover one of those things, one of those hunchbacks almost impaled him with their claws. Kitsune was very glad to hand the man off to his son, wishing every curse upon Racton as he did so. Now all he had to do was go to the laboratory and report in about what he had seen, then he would be done.

As he walked down the large hallways of Pioneer 2 towards the lab, he felt the many stares on his eye. Kitsune felt no shame about his eye. It was a reminder, a reminder that he would live with for the rest of his life. The security force couldn't understand why he didn't want to get a bionic eye replacement. Kitsune couldn't explain to them, explain to those who fighting was a to make money... not a way of life. Plus, the fact that it still appeared that he couldn't see anything on his left side made foes underestimate him. Many a thief had tried to run past him on his left, only to find themselves face down on the ground a split second later.

Kitsune found himself at the lab, a large white structure with two guards on either door. Kitsune could tell that these guards weren't any common soldier goons, these guys were the real deal. One of the guards kept his gun out of its holster the entire time his comrade checked Kitsune's papers. Kitsune realized that neither of them had on the emblem of the Army. They were both Hunters, just like himself.

The guards let him pass without any hindrances after they had checked his papers. The secretary at the desk inside took one look at the partisan on his back and told him to go to the last door on the left. Kitsune smiled at her, looking at her with his left eye, or rather where his eye was supposed to be. The secretary shuddered and closed her eyes, no different from any of the others. He found himself at the door she had indicated, hand on the handle, when it opened up.

He found himself staring at, or rather staring down at, a female Hunter. Her eyes were covered with a visor, her hair was gelled to be spiky, and she had on several emblems patched onto her "uniform" indicating she was a ranger. She was a head or so shorter than Kitsune was, with a stance that indicated no nonsense. She stared at him for a second, unflinching, and then pushed her way past him. Whoever she was, she wasn't one to be trifled with. Kitsune continued on into the room where a friendly female scientist greeted him.

"Welcome to the lab, you are Kitsune correct?"

That question... everyone seemed to ask it.

"I am Kitsune."

"Great than we can get started. We will pay you for any samples that you obtained of the wildlife on Ragol. We also provide free medical care to all those injured."

After negotiating the costs for the samples of blood from the partisan and telling her he required no medical attention, Kitsune was walking back to his apartment. By the time he got there, he was so weary he fell asleep with his armor on.

At 6:30 a.m., Kitsune was awake, eyes searching the room for any sign of an intruder. The room was undisturbed, everything was just the way he had left it. His partisan was still leaning up against the bedpost, the knife was under his pillow, and he was still wearing his frame. He groaned as his stiff body forced itself up and out of bed, every muscle burning in protest. He tore off his old frame and found a new one in the closet. He slowly put it on, muscles still complaining. Kitsune grabbed a barrier and his partisan and headed toward the hunter's guild for a new mission.

When he reached the hunter's guild the same secretary asked to see his registration. She also wanted to see his W.I.C. card and his access card. She asked to see the same things he had just shown her yesterday. He cursed inwardly at his horrible luck. Thankfully, he soon found himself looking for another mission.

"Dr. Guls, a biologist who is crazy about Ragol's native life, is missing. Find him." was all it said.

Kitsune groaned. He would have to find out where this biologist went to and why. The biologist might be held hostage, working privately somewhere, dead, or just taking a nap. There were dozens of things that could have happened to him. Why did he have to play detective today?

Well, he thought to himself, you aren't going to find him if you just stick around here.

He hated how he was right sometimes.

After several hours of detective work, questioning various people, questioning more various people, and questioning a few more various people, he found out all he needed to know. Dr. Guls had recently purchased some animal data from the lab. The lab pinpointed who they had gotten the data from. The person who had retrieved the data for the lab said that he was attacked by yellow bird like creatures. If Dr. Guls wasn't somewhere on Pioneer 2, he must be down on Ragol examining the creatures.

Kitsune entered the teleporter and mentally braced himself for the transportation.

When Kitsune regained his senses, he found a yellow bird staring at him. Strangely enough, it didn't attack him or run away. It just stood there, examining him. Then it slowly waddled off into the forest, perhaps heading back to its flock. Kitsune shook his head to clear his head. The lab had said despite their appearance they were still dangerous and aggressive. Something was definitely wrong here. There just wasn't something right about that bird.

He began to head in the direction that bird had gone. He didn't really have any clues, but he had to do something. He was still preoccupied thinking about where Dr. Gul might be when he saw three birds fall out of the tree in front of him. They began to run towards him, launching themselves in the air at his face.

The first one Kitsune was able to wack out of the way with his partisan. The second one rammed into his barrier, causing the vibrations to travel all the way through Kitsune's body. The third one rammed right into his chest, knocking him to the ground, and his partisan away. The bird began to peck through his armor. He pulled out his trusty blade and rammed it into the chest of the one standing on him. It squeaked in pain and fear as the blade searched for its heart. It somehow manage to jump away from Kitsune, running away from him and his now bloody blade. The other two, seeing their friend injured, ran away also. Kitsune sighed as he wiped off his blade, and then tried to wipe off the blood on his face with a handful of grass. He saw another one of the birds waddle towards him. He almost died of shock when it began to speak to him.

"I say, why did you hurt the rag rappys?" It asked.

Kitsune was speechless. He had finally gone insane.

"Hello? You there in the black. I want to know why you hurt the rag rappys."

"Um... Dr. Gul...?" Kitsune ventured.

"Yes, I am Dr. Gul. And you are?"

"Your assistant sent me to find you."

"He did? O well I guess I have been away from the laboratory for a while... I guess I'm done having my fun with the rappys. Go on ahead of me, I'll just be a second."

Baffled, Kitsune headed back to the teleporter for Pioneer 2. Somehow he thought that he would go insane when he was older. Like 80 or something. Dr. Gul was truthful to his word, however, and actually beat him back to Pioneer 2. 800 Meseta was wired to Kitsune's account, and everyone was happy. The lab had Dr. Gul back, Dr. Gul had his fun, and Kitsune had his money, although he still wondered if he was going insane.

Author's notes: Sorry this one isn't as interesting as the first one... I felt pretty bad about just having Kitsune stab one of those cut little fuzzy wuzzy yellow birdies... Hugs the Rag Rappy

Anyways... I'll try to get the plot going on the next one.

Review or you don't get to hug the Rag Rappys.