Konnichiwa. Sorry that I didn't get this chapter up earlier today, but I had to go to court. I was accused of murdering FLCL. Luckily, the guy who pressed charges was a little dee-dee-dee. So I got off with a warning. Here's chapter 11, only one day late.

(o.o)Episode Two, Chapter eleven: Gunfight at the Furi Corral(o.o)

"What are we gonna do? WHAT ARE WE GONNA FREAKIN DO?"

Bradan's voice was frantic, despite the fact that they been locked in the "Fortress of Awesometivity" as Bradan called it, for only 15 minutes or so. He was huddled in a corner in the fetal position, twitching every now and then. Andrew, however, was sitting on a nice comfy futon/couch and reading manga.

"You really need to do something about your fear of being inside for long periods of time." Andrew said. "This is pretty much what I do every day."

Bradan shuddered. "Walls-closing-in-walls-closing-in-walls-closing-in-walls-closing-in...WE'RE OUT OF FOOD! WE'LL HAVE TO RESORT TO CANNIBALISM! I THINK I HAVE THE BIRD FLU!"

Andrew snapped at Bradan. "Enough of your spazzing. You're being dramatic. If you seriously want to do something, then go outside and get killed...I dunno...just shut up."

Alright guys. This isn't gonna work.

Bradan sat up. "Who was that? VOICES IN MY HEAAAAAAAAAD!"

It's me. The high and mighty author.

"Sup, Penguin." Andrew said without looking up from his book.

You're being too boring. I'm gonna lose what few readers I have if you keep this up.

"Well we can't go outside. Haruko'll kill us."

That's what you get for making up the script as you go. I had nothing written down about you looking at her in the shower.

"I'm not going outside. Not unless I get some backup."

Of course. It's not like a wall full of airsoft guns or a shotgunning guitar is going to be of any use to you...asshole. Can't you just make do with what you have?

"Ah...nope."

­Bah.

The sound of snapping fingers could be heard, and the entire room flooded with smoke. When the smoke cleared, Cory was standing in the middle of the room. Next to him stood another short teen with messy brown hair and a tall one wearing a HIM shirt. Bradan came out of the corner and a look of relief appeared on his face as he saw the teens.

"Austin! Aaron! Whassup, dudes?"

The tall one looked around the room, obviously confused. "Umm...I was just at a clog meet. How the hell did I get here?"

"That's what I wanna know." Cory mumbled. "I was mining on RuneScape and all of a sudden, I'm standing here...oh crap! I didn't log off! That level 102 bastard is gonna steal my coal rocks..."

Aaron had a question, but not one concerning his sudden appearance. "Dude, Bradan! Is this the Fortress of Awesometivity you've been telling me about?"

I brought you three here to help Andrew and Bradan fight Haruko.

Cory began edging toward the door. "Ha! Snowball's chance in hell! She shot me and John! With her GUITAR!"

This shocked Austin and Aaron. They spoke at the same time.

"Cory...are you feeling okay? Guitars don't shoot bullets."

"Freakin awesome! That must have been one kickass guitar!"

Andrew, perhaps you should explain the situation to your guests?

And so he did. When the story was finished, they just nodded. "So we fight her." He walked over to the gun-wall with Aaron and began equipping himself with quasi-firearms.

This puzzled Andrew. "Er...that story doesn't seem odd to you at all? Not in the least bit?"

"Nope. I'm cool like that."

"Yeah, not weird at all, Andrew."

"...Whatever." Andrew sighed. "Everyone get yourself some guns...apparently we've got death wishes."

No, no. No gun for you, Andrew. You fight with the guitar.

"But whyyyyyyyy? I wanna use the Tommygun!"

The guitar is cooler. Plus, my word is LAW.

Andrew muttered to himself as he slung the guitar across his back. Once everyone was sufficiently equipped, Bradan undid the locks on the door and they walked outside. Andrew could see no signs of Haruko in the immediate area, so they were safe. For now.

Now go do something combat-y. You've all seen war movies.

The teens obeyed and walked deeper into the woods. They stopped about 100 yards in because Austin thought he heard rustling. They all fired simultaneously at the source of the noise and saw a raccoon limp away.

Andrew spoke. "We need recon. Cory, you're the smallest, nimblest, and most squirrel like. Climb that sequoia there and tell us what you see."

"Erm..." Bradan interrupted. "But Andrew, you ran up a tree in the last chapter..."

Bradan's statement was drowned out by the sound of Cory unloading a clip of bullets into Andrew.

"DAMN YOU! I ALREADY SAID IT ONCE! JUST BECAUSE I'M SHORT DOESN'T MEAN I CAN CLIMB TREES LIKE A SQUIRREL! Mind you, I can climb tress like a squirrel, but not because I'm short!"

Andrew rubbed his arm and sniffled. "Get up that tree."

Partially because he didn't care -but mostly because he hadn't reloaded yet- Cory climbed the tree.

"Whaddya see?" Austin bellowed up to Cory.

Rather than yell his lungs out, Cory spoke into a walkie talkie. Bradan had the other one.

"I can see some smoke rising up about 700 yards south-southeast."

Bradan warcry'd, "Then we charge! RAAAH!" They all ran off towards the smoke, except for Cory.

"GET ME OUTTA THIS DAMN TREE!"

Cory's plea slash demand went unheard as the rest of the group charged the clearing that the smoke was coming from. Andrew fell behind. He knew what was coming. That bright red net stood out against the snowy ground. Nontheless, every single one of the thick headed idiots -excluding Cory, he's still in the tree- ran right across the net, which was triggered, rising up and flinging them all several miles in some random direction. Andrew approached slowly. There were probably more booby traps. Heh. I said booby. I'm so immature...bwar. Er...right! As Andrew made his way into the clearing, his acute senses told him...absolutely nothing. He walked into the center of the clearing and stood there. Nothing happened for a few minutes, then Haruko walked out from behind a tree, smirking.

"I see your new horn is developing nicely."

Andrew rubbed his forehead and sure enough, the horn had grown a few inches since they had left the safehouse. There were now dime sized holes dotting the upper half of the cylinder. He sighed and his hand fell to his side.

"Who are you? What do you want with me? Why are these things coming out of my forehead?"

She had her guitar out. "You really wanna know?" Andrew nodded slightly. She took a few steps towards him.

"Maybe I'll tell you if you beat me..."

Andrew blinked and reached behind him, grabbing the neck of the guitar. A small spark arc'd up the guitar to Andrew's wrist. Haruko's eyes narrowed.

"Where did you get that?"

"Heh. You pulled it out of my forehead. So that makes it mine."

Andrew gripped the neck of the guitar with both hands and pulled it back, poised like a batter about to hit a baseball. Hauko gasped.

"You're left-handed?"

END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN

Yup. There it is. Hm...I wonder what being left handed has to do with anything? Coming soon to a P.C. near you, AmeriKuri: Redux, chapter 12- Clash of the Rickenbackers. Don't miss it!

-Penguin Tsar