Agura's Notes Chapter 9: Purple, Situation Dirty, a hot wheels: battle force 5 fanfic

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Mohambi, - Situation Dirty

"Thoughts"

"Talks"

Agura's Notes

Chapter 9: Purple- Situation Dirty

The Salt Flats, the only place on Earth where someone of royalty can have a little peace, quite, and a good dose of Vitamin D! I was right outside the hanger lounging in my speedo on my beach chair, spreading the sun block lotion on my arms. I had a little table holding my iced-tea on my left, the boom box on my right, and the two-toned, purple beach umbrella right above it (wouldn't want my boom box to heat up.) Finally I put on my shades, turned on the box and held the tanning screen to my face. As my skin soaked up the sunlight, my ears did the same for my smashing techno mix to Adel's "fire to the rain." Minuets pass and all was dandy until I heard the sirens, happily it wasn't the stormshock sirens, but sadly it was of another kind. I put away the sunscreen to take a good grim look at the driver of that police car. Sherif Jonson came out and walked up to me, by then I masked a smile on my face.

"What seems to be the problem officer?"

"You're disturbing the peace, via public indecency." he cringed, "You must take away all of your junk and put on some clothes!"

I rolled my eyes and turned my head away which was then forced by his mace to look back to his shade shielded eyes, "Otherwise," he smirked, "I might have to drag your Britannian ass for custody."

In the past he always managed to get away with me, but on that day in particular, I really had enough of that bloke. I stood up, took off my shades and looked him straight in the face. "Now see here mate," I stuck out my pointer at him, "One: I have just spent the entire morning tinkering and training my royal 'Britannian' arse off, I for one deserve a little break." I put two fingers on his face, "Two: the sunlight is my only access to nourishing my skin with Vitamin D," I stuck out three fingers, "there's not a single soul within a mile radius here." I pulled out four, "And even if there were," I grin, "the only disturbance I would be stirring, is that of hormones." To make my point, I took my index fingers, licked my tongue with it and put them on my bum; a 'hisss' could be heard from my lips. I folded my arms, "Anything else Officer?"

"Very well Stanford," he said, "you made your point, just don't come around like that in town." He walked off to his car and drove off. I went back to my seat gleaming, the box honored my victory with Taio Cruz' "Dynamite'. I bopped my head and sang along, "I hit the floor 'cause that's my plans plans plans plans, I'm wearing all my favorite brands brands brands brands!" A few minutes later, sadly enough, the celebration was halted by the stormshock alert, time for me to save the world once more.

I returned to base after an intense mission on the Vandal Home world, with the Reverb wobbling all over the place as I parked it to the hub. The sharp, broad, edges of the rocky terrain had totaled it to the point of becoming a crocked old car; one more reason to hate that planet! I got out and grimly looked at my reck, "Eh, I'll fix you tomorrow." In my sound proof quarters I marched across the room, to the turntables. While the others were probably busy bumming out, I will be rocking out till the break of dawn. I press the purple button on the wall on my right, and the lights made way for the disco ball. IT WAS CRAZY. I first raised a tempo for a Jay-Z song, then I did a reggae version of a Kanye West, and Katy Perry, then later I remixed another masterpiece on today's battlezone. I loved it so much, I grabbed a couple of glow sticks and danced off to the middle of the room. Everything was all good and then I came back to my tables, which out of nowhere was a tiny green envelope on it. I turned off the music, brought back the lights and opened the letter. By then the room was crowded by it's sweet smell of perfume, I squealed in my head, "Awww, it must be from Grace!" But I looked at the bottom to find, to my surprise, that it was from Agura. "How odd!" I thought and I read:

Stanford,

You are a man of many gifts and talents,

And your moves on the turntables are to die for.

Your mohawk is adorable and it perfectly complements

Your tantalizingly sculpted body.

Your nose is quite distinguishing

And your eyes radiates your regal face.

It strikes my heart when you shoot sarks with such lethal precision.

My valiant price, I tremble at night

thinking of your charming flare

How I desire to possess your lineage.

If I be your princess

We could make beautiful musics together

It is only right for us elites to hook up

On my knees,

Agura.

Well that was certainly unexpected, I was rather flattered when I cocked my brow and smirked. It is always nice to know when someone appreciates my beauty, even if it is from someone who'd used your face as a verbal punching bag; Eh… I'd still much rather read this if it was from Grace. Without further a due I put the letter in my pocket and kept rocking my turntables till I was done.

There I was back in my little French chateau, of course by little I mean my four storied twenty acred chateau. At the time I was sitting on the marble bench of my wide purple heart and cream marbled sauna. With but a towel on my lap Grace was right beside me cloaked in steam as she hand fed me with pizza."Would you like another bite Stany" she smiled.

"How about a sip first?" came a voice, I turned my head and found Agura also cloaked in steam, holding a cup of soda, mush to my puzzlement.

"What are you doing here?" she frowned.

"Well with the Pizza and all this steam, I figured he needs a little… something to drink," she smirked.

With the pizza discarded she scotched closer to me wrapping her arms around my neck, "Well whatever it is that Stany wants, I'll give him." Likewise she drew nearer placing her arm across my shoulder, "Well I bet I can give it to him better." By now I had a panoramic view of the clowdy hills, but oh, it didn't stopped there. In no time they launched at each other and the Pizzas and the Sodas flew and crash onto them. I watched them scratched and ripped their hairs and used whatever ruined slices or drinks they could smother with. What a pickle! I didn't know whether to stop this messy cat/food fight or to play the referee.

Here I returned to my room from a rather awkward dream, simply because I liked it, even though she was there. The woman who wouldn't give a time of day for me, the woman who's used my pride as a kitchen-cloth, and would flush my royal status down the toilet; I truly can't see myself under the same sheets with her. I am now convinced that it must be a trick. A few days passed and all was right as rain, further assuring my suspicion… that is… until one morning.

I was in the laundry room to collect my load from the dryer, as I loaded them in my basket a picked up a little surprise. It was a small, black stain-like fabric, its triangle front had a Hello Kitty pint in the middle. Behind it the top part was connected by a strap which goes around and back, its other strapped was down in the middle connected to the tip of the triangle. I froze, one thing was certain, this thing wasn't mine. Later in the day I took a stroll down the hub when she tripped trying one of Tezz's inventions and fell into my arms; just when I though I have went through it all, the evening provided me with one last trick. On my way to the kitchen I heard music, encouraged by my curiosity it escorted me, growing louder, leading me to the hub.

Situation's dirty dirty, dirty dirty dirty dirty

Situation's dirty dirty, dirty dirty dirty dirty

Situation's dirty dirty, dirty dirty dirty dirty

It was there the huntress was dancing with her Muay Thai partner. My eyes took a violent collision corse with the site of a pair of thick dark lips wrapping around a purple popsicle with it's tongue virtually stroking it.

She's like 66 hundred volts danger in the disco

She drop it low, back it up, mami's on the floor

Shaking that booty oh yeah

Shaking that booty, Miss Fatty

My emerald orbs skidded off and flipped over to witness the huntress shaking everything her mother gave her. I swore if my pupils got any bigger they'd be creating a bloody whirlpool!

I'm electrified, got my eye, spinning like a yo-yo

My money fly, in the sky, let the liquid flow

Time to get tipsy oh yeah

Time to get tipsy oh baby

before I could even think of escaping this scene she found me, "Eh Stanford, come and join us on the dance floor!"

"Actually no, I'm off to…"

"You're a music man Stanford, COME ON IN!" and so she dragged me front and center.

Miss Fatty, your body, your body, your body's talking dirty

So dirty, so dirty, can't help but get it

Freaky, freaky, freaky, this situation's dirty, dirty, dirty! Y-IE-YO!

Here she was in my arms, but the more she shakes her body the more unease I got. Plus her occasional drawing towards me wasn't helping much either.

Miss Fatty, your body, your body, your body's talking dirty

So dirty, so dirty, can't help but get it

Freaky, freaky, freaky, this situation's dirty, dirty, dirty! Y-IE-YO!

It wasn't easy but with cleaver stealthy steps, I've managed to dance my way out, "Alas Agura, I am wanted in the fridge."

"Whatever!"

Now that I could get back to the kitchen, I realized how severe my situation with her is. Well it is no surprise that the most handsome man would get this much praise. My royal features truly are striking, but apparently it is possible to be too attractive, cause now even the least favored woman of my life can't resist me. Although she was rather mean to me earlier on our lives, we later grew to become very good friends, with whom I have utter most respect for, and nothing more. This was grim indeed, as I reached for the tea cup in the cabinet it pains me to know, that the time will soon come for me to do two things. One, find a gentle way to reject her, and two, thank Sage for a certain feature in my shock suite, in which up till now I can appreciate it's purpose.

In the hub Zoom and Agura were tinkering their cars, later she picked up a popsicle from her mini cooler, and got up from the Tangler to walk across the room. "Zoom, I've found these popsicles in the fridge the other day and I just can't get enough of them!" She opened it, "When I find out who bought these I'll ask them how to find them," she said bitting the treat, "Say, hows about we play a lil music?" He smiled, "Yeah, it is getting a lil quiet here." With the flick on the radio, the music blared though out the hub, begging them to dance. As another song was coming in he could see Stanford from the corner of his eyes. He knew in this scenario he could safely cackle out loud in his subliminal observations. His eyes caught the whole thing; from Stanford's retarded look at Agura's dancing and eating the popsicle, to Agura dragging him out, right down to his pathetic rhythmic escape.

Later the radio was silenced and they had to get back to work. He remembered Stanford's note in particular, given the poor chemistry between the two royals, it was exceedingly hard for him to think of anything Agura would see in Stanford. Agura's passionate, hardcore and tactful, in contrast to Stanford's egotistic, wimpy and irrational demeanor. It took him half an hour to wright that note (just as it took this author half a year to come up with this chapter, further emphasizing his patheticness,) now that he thought about it, he can now further except Stanford's 'Eh' at his note to him. But of course he knew that the best is yet to come.

~To be continued~