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Half A Clip
Saturday April 1 7 A.M. Ruins somewhere in Mol Mol
Gunfire drowned out the shouts of the dying men on the battle field. Blood sprayed in the air as a shot pierced a man's neck. Keitaro slumped against the wall, obviously fatigued by out running bullets. Then Keitaro heard someone coming from around the wall. He quietly reached around for his custom Derringer, but was surprised to see that it was Just Keen
"Hey Keitaro, how you holdin up?"
"God you're dumb. How can you ask that question? But in any case, I'm fine. How bout you?"
"Oh you know, killin guys at random, tryin not to get killed, and tryin to keep my contacts from dry up too much in the process. I ought to smack you for that, but I asked an equally stupid question. Speakin of stupid, you seen Ranma? Or Shinji for that matter?"
"I know Shinji is busy pickin off the remainders of the MMR's that he found earlier. He's pretty good with that sniper, as for Ranma, last I saw of him, he was chasin around a whole platoon with only the hunting knife he stole from you."
"Oh I was wondering where that was. How much ammo you got?"
"All I got is my Derringer and half a clip for my M4. How about you?"
"I've got half a clip for my M4 and all five of my Derringers. By the way, I was only askin cause some of the MMR's followed me here."
"By some, how many do you mean?'
"About twenty or thirty, why?"
"Oh I thought this would be a challenge. You ready? They're almost here?"
"After all this time, you still have to ask me that? I'm always ready. Between us we got a good sixty rounds, of course you suck at shooting, so we can deduct a good twenty. So forty of those rounds have the potential to kill somebody; Oh by the way, I got our words back."
Keen handed Keitaro the Hina Blade with a grin on his face. Keen drew his own blade, the Flying Shadow.
"So if we get bored we can always use these."
"Nice job Keen, very nice job."
Just then, gunfire zoomed above their heads. Keen had already begun firing with uncanny accuracy dispatching six to eleven MMR's in less than thirty seconds. Keitaro had begun firing, hitting the ground beneath their enemy's feet.
"Damn you suck Keitaro"
"Shut up Ranma!"
Ranma Saotome began firing his SMG but produced little effect.
"Geeze Ranma and you say Keitaro sucks? Goddamnit! I'm out; I'm goin in with Flying Shadow; Cease fire!"
"Yes sir sirdy sir sir"
"Oh hey Shinji!"
Keen jumped out into the open with a blinding speed. He leapt up into the air and aimed downward
"I command you to rise! Rise as my minions and break the ties that bind you to this puny mortal!"
Then, the shadow of the MMR's gained an apparition like form. They solidified into a mirrored reflection of their host's and dove inside their bodies
"Yes my minions! Now, destroy their souls! Consume them and feed this blade."
Keen struck the ground, but no movement was made. Then al that could be heard were the frantic cries of the MMR's as they began to bleed. First they began to bleed out of their nose, then their ears, then their eyes then their fingers and toes, and then their mouths. Keen pulled his blade out of the ground and walked by each MMR, slicing his and occasionally her head off, the shadows flying into his form as soon as the deed was done. Keen's eyes were glowing a dark black that trailed in the air as he walked back to the group.
"So, anyone hungry; I'm sure we can safely say that we've got no more problems with the MolMolian Rebels. Let's regroup with Seta-san and get something to eat. Oh, has anyone seen my Derringers? (Short barrel-locked pocket pistols)"
3 Years Earlier: 9:00 A.M. March 21-Somewhere over Japanese airspace
Keen sat in his chair trying to ignore the amblings of the old woman to his right and the fat couple eating chicken to his left. He stared at his watch which had shown 9:00. He had already set Japanese time to his watch, so he had no idea what time it was back in America. In front of him where two men who where chatting about their trip to America, something about cursed artifacts, some girl named Naru, and some other woman named Haruka
'God, how can they just keep talkin without even taking a breath? Grrr, I have to ask them to stop talkin'
Keen kicked the chair of the older man and was surprised when the chair snapped; but it was too late to stop his kick and the man slammed his head onto the fold out table in front of him. Keen almost had a heart attack when he saw him just continue talking as if nothing had happened even with a large trail of blood flowing freely down his face
'What is up with this guy?'
Soon his flight had docked in the airport once again. He remembered why he had come here…For no particular reason.
'Oh hey it's that guy again. I guess I should apologize to him.'
"Umm excuse me sir"
"Oh Yes can I help you?"
"I would just like to apologize for bashing your head during the flight."
"Oh well, I didn't really feel it. By the way my names Seta and this is my partner Ke-"
"Keitaro Urashima. Age twenty one, infatuated with someone who is way out of your league, manager of an all girls dormitory, and three time ronin. How do I know you ask? Very simple, your shadow told me. So…you already know that Naru is way out of your league so why try? Never mind, don't answer, your shadow already did. I can help you, I can help you with all of your problems….Except that one, and yes I know what you are thinking…..No…..Yes……Sure……Seta stop thinking so loudly…Sure lets go…"
'I'm sure I handled that one pretty smoothly. Now I have a place to stay. All I have to do is watch my back, Keitaro sure can't do that. He'd rather die than fight back. Oh well, that's what I gotta help him with. Hmm let's see; he's a master of the God's Cry School but hasn't told Motoko or Tsuruko, he's a master of the Urashima Style of Ninjustu, and he knows how to make a whole mess of pastries. That's a lot to work around. Ugh…Better get started'
The whole way, Keen answered every mental question posed by Seta and Keitaro.
"Seta-san, you should not concern yourself with life. Life has no meaning but to be lived to answer the question that has plagued, us all and that question can only be answered in death. That I do not know. There have been many answers, but none are valid. Dude, shut up; finally we're here! And Seta managed not to flip the car over. Good for you Seta!"
"God he drives like crap. I'm sure Suu would be able to drive better than him. I feel like I've known these people for years. I guess I should just look forward to Shinobu's cooking."
"Umm Keen, I can speak English"
"Yeah I know Seta-san"
"Hey Keitaro……Watch this…HEY ALL YOU DUMBASSES IN THERE, TELL MOTOKO TO GET HERE BITCH ASS DOWN HERE. Seta-san put this CD in your Van and turn it on full blast on track number 8 NOW!"
Seta ran to his van and slid the CD in and played track Number 8
"Seta-san, press pause first and press ply when I unsheathe my sword. I want to be dramatic."
Motoko comes out of the dorm clothed in her normal gi and her sword unsheathed
"Who dares to challenge me in such a disrespectful manner"
"That would be me. Are you ready to feel Hell's wrath?"
"It is not me, but you who will feel Hell's wrath"
Keen unsheathed his sword and Seta pressed play
Can you feel that? Oh shit
A-wa-ca-ca-ca
A-wa-ca-ca-ca
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel (will you give in to me)
It seems what's left of my human side
"Like it? It's my favorite song. Let's do this."
Keen rushed at Motoko, slashing at her blade and making no effort to actually hit Motoko
is slowly changing in me (will you give in to me)
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me
Motoko blocked every slash with no difficulty and began to fight back. Keen jumped back from her slashes with a content look on his face.
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate and let it flow in to me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up, come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift that has been given to me
Keen's countenance changed into one that would be deemed utterly mad. Keen griped the top of Motoko's head and used it as a base to flip around and deal several kicks to her spine. He then spun back around and dealt another kick to her chest and landed back on the ground.
I can see inside you the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel (will you give in to me)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying me (will you give in to me)
It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon in me
Then Keen's voice changed to that of Keitaro's and started speaking as he grabbed her face and pushed her toward the ground.
"After all of the shit you pulled on me, show no me no respect. I put up with it for two fucking years, TWO FUCKING MISERABLE YEARS! I could have spent them somewhere living my life the best could. I could have gotten into Tokyo U if you hadn't accused me of being a pervert. I could have spent my time studying instead of trying to avoid planes while flying through the air. Oh and another thing, I AM NOT FUCKING INVINCIBLE! I spent three years of my life studying Martial Arts to defend my love ones and not withstand ROCK SPLITTINGSWORDS!"
Keen whispered something to his blade and thrust it into Motoko and pulled it out, but it left no wounds or holes.
Madness has now come over me
And when I dream
No mommy don't do it again
Don't do it again
I'll be a good boy
I'll be a good boy, I promise
No mommy don't hit me, Ow
Why did you have to hit me like that, Mommy
Don't do it, you're hurting me, Ow
Why did you have to be such a bitch
Why don't you
Why don't you just fuck off and die
Why can't you just fuck off and die
Why can't you just leave here and die
Never stick your hand in my face again bitch
Fuck you
I don't need this shit
You stupid, sadistic, abusive fucking whore
Would you like to see how it feels mommy
Here it comes, get ready to die