Assassin Drones: The original saga
Exposition Arc. De Arimasu!
By Alex Young
The Hinata Household, 10:00 am. New Year's eve, 2001. From Fuyuki's POV
I found myself all dressed up and raring to go. I wore a light blue dress shirt, and a navy blue tie with white, diagonal pinstripes. I also wore it under a khaki waistcoat suit and dress pants. "I'm going out." I said. "Bye, honey! Make good choices." Mom called out as she waved goodbye. Momoka's BMW 7 series limousine was of course parked just outside our front yard. As I approached the door of the vehicle, the window rolled down revealing that she was wearing a kimono, as per new years customs.
Not only that, but she wore her most formal furisode kimono with a fukuro obi to match. "Let's go, Fuyuki!" Momoka chirped as she beckoned me to step in to her limo and sit along side her. So I went in and sat down beside her. It created a rather interesting contrast between some American formal wear and a traditional Japanese kimono. Paul, who was also a chauffeur as well as a butler, whisked us away to the nearby shinto temple.
A few minutes on our way though, and I felt a cold sweat running down my back. It was as though we were being watched by something other than Momoka's own security forces, watched by something else entirely. I turned around for the fear that it was gonna somehow kill us, that's how ominous its very presence was. What's worse is that I'm getting premonitions of an alien invasion that we may not survive.
Meanwhile, in the sky above Momoka's mansion. From Reader's POV
As it turns out, this ominous presence was the sputnik type recon drone sent out by Aoryuzen some five months ago. "Zurunshi, status report." Aoryuzen requested calmly. The Medusa-like sputnik drone named Zurunshi beeped and whistled confirming that all of humanity was none the wiser to their advance. "Nothing to see here. move on, Zurunshi." Kuosinne ordered, and Zurunshi continued it's scan of the invasion site.
"Somehow or other, I got this uneasy feeling that I just can't shake concerning this 'Earth' that we're gonna invade." Moaghen hissed to his liaison's presence. "It's not just you, Moaghen." Kuosinne replied. "It's that this one may very well be our last invasion, ever." She finished, with an unusually somber tone about her. A day later, Zurunshi went about its business when it stumbled across the same limo that it saw earlier, and spotted two people emerging from it's left rear door. Zurunshi again dismissed this finding and moved on with its objective.
At the entrance to the local shrine, 11:00 am. New Year's day, 2002. From Fuyuki's POV
Paul opened the door for the two of us, and I stepped out to notice that sinking feeling coming back. Please, not again. When suddenly, as though it answered my plea, it up and vanished again. We held hands for a bit on our way to the local temple. This time, however, I wore a black dress shirt, tucked in to white dress pants, and a white tie. Once we completed our arduous journey over there, we made our prayers, and read our fortunes.
Mine said "May your life be blessed with great achievement." I don't know what it meant by that, but I'll take it and let it alone for the moment. Momoka read her fortune and it said "A most unexpected love shall come your way." After we went to a quiet spot, I turned to check on her. Although when I did, she looked rather strange; eyes blankly staring, mouth open, almost zombie like. She stepped forward, still clad in her kimono, and whispered in my ear.
"When this is over, you promise to go full throttle on the beach with me?" That alone was creepy. In fact, much creepier than that figure that was watching us not too long ago. I-I mean, I knew that she loved me very much, but what I didn't know was that she had it in her that badly. "Okay." I said so as not to upset her, who knows what happens after that!
Given the choice, I'd much rather live to appease my yandere lady friend only to have her parents kill me than refuse and have her kill me. The very reason being I'll have at least died knowing that I have given her something to mourn my death over. "From now on Fuyuki, we're lovers both going steady." She whispered even more softly than last time, and this time I couldn't help but go along with her advance.
This inflamed my own passion as she reached up, and I closed in on her lips. We closed our eyes, and our lips connected with one another. The nectar from that first kiss was so sweet, so pure, that it derived a pleasure that was absolutely indescribable. Our lips parted after a short while, but it felt as though it lasted a good few hours. That nectar, it was totally worth risking life and limb over.
We both checked to see if there was anyone who might have caught us in the act. No one was there, just us. What a relief! Better still is that no machines were watching us either, meaning that Baio and Oka Nishizawa would be none the wiser. If those two were ever to find out, then it wouldn't be right here and now. After our nonsexual intercourse, we headed over to the limo. As far as the nectar is concerned, I, Fuyuki Hinata, would not go hungry tonight. I smiled knowing that that first kiss would satisfy my passions for a good, long while to come.
The Jusenkyo springs, 9:00 pm. After Chinese New Years, 2002. From Reader's POV
"Haiyaaah." The Jusenkyo guide sighed as he kicked back to finally unwind after a hard day's worth of celebration. Plum was tucked into bed, the chores were done, the cursed springs sealed up, the curse water thoroughly cataloged, all that was left to do was to relax and enjoy the dark crimson night sky. He let his tired bones sink into his chair, so much so that he almost fell asleep. He rested on, only to be disturbed by two, unfamiliar looking men dressed in pitch black.
"Aiya! Too too sorry, but Jusenkyo closed for tonight, please come again in morning if want." The guide reminded in utter surprise. "Too bad, because we're not here for a little sightseeing." One of the men warned. "Actually, the boss wants a few words with you on some very special water." The other chided as they both moved in to kidnap the Jusenkyo guide. "No. No! Please no!" The guide pleaded when suddenly, he let rip a screaming "AAIIIIYYAAAAAAAAAA!"
Meanwhile, from the treetops near the springs
This cry from the apparently endangered Jusenkyo guide had torn a scar into the delicate fabric of serenity. It was so shrill, that it caused all the birds nearby to fly out of their nests in a sudden panic. Among them, a raptor was circling the night sky. It retreated on demand, and landed on its master's right arm.
"Heeeeh, Hooooooooh." The mysterious falconer sighed as he grimaced at his realization. "An ill wind blows across Jusenkyo." He uttered as a rather unusual dragster looking vehicle painted in desert camo and equipped with monster tires, towed a huge shipping container rumbled towards the Jusenkyo guide's location.
"I must follow them at once." The mysterious falconer silently declared as he hopped onto the shipping container en route to the cursed Jusenkyo springs, with his trusty falcon in toe. This monster truck, one who goes by the name of Rip Rat, approached the delivery site where the two goons in black await. "Here's the package, Rip. As requested." the first one declared as he tossed the helpless Jusenkyo guide to Rip Rat's snout "What the heck kinda package is this?" Rip Rat questioned.
"Why, he's the Jusenkyo guide of course. Surely he must know of what we're after." The other one elucidated. "I as sure as hell hope you're right." Rip Rat snarled as he turned around with trailer dolly facing the goons and the guide as their prized hostage. The goons hauled their hostage over to inside the trailer, and its doors slammed shut.
"Slaughtersjaws! Darkclaw!" Rip Rat called out as his two henchmen, also monster trucks, arrived on demand. Slaughtersjaws was a blue pickup truck with a yellow hotrod paintjob, while Darkclaw was more bat-like in design. "Let's go, boys. Don't wanna keep the boss waitin." Rip Rat ordered as his main Rat pack move out with the yet unseen stowaway on board.
A district in Hong Kong, China, 11:00 pm
The city was bustling with activity, even to the untrained eye. However, with a little careful observation, one can easily make out that a small man is acting very perverse. His name is Happosai, of course. Apparently, he's not very popular, as indicated by Ranma Saotome chasing him down. "Hahaaa! What a haul! What a haul!" Happosai cried as he bounded across the streets in sickening glee.
"Get back here, you old letch!" Ranma growled as he picked up the pace. A few moments later they found themselves in a dark back alley reminiscent of the lawless Kowloon walled city of years gone by. As Ranma and Happosai emerged from that alley, Rip Rat's convoy entered another wider alleyway a few blocks over. Happosai dashed to the left, with Ranma nipping at his wrinkled heels.
Happosai then collided with Rip Rat's jaws as the rat-like monster truck executed a hard left hand turn. Ranma procured a skateboard from his backpack and tossed it in front of him. He leapt onto the skateboard and grabbed Darkclaw and Slaughtersjaws by their tow chains with his left and right hands respectively. Both trucks gunned it to 50 mph, with Ranma in toe, as did Rip Rat a few yards away.
"Ya ain't gettin away with this shit ya old letch!" Ranma screamed being towed by Slaughtersjaws and Darkclaw. "Hiryu shoten ha!" Ranma bellowed upon letting go of Slaughtersjaws and Darkclaw in the heavenly ascending dragon's vortex. Both monster trucks were sent careening into Rip Rat, and so was Ranma, but he regained his footing afterwards.
The vortex dissipated, and Rip Rat gave the go ahead to attack, as he wasn't the least bit appreciative of the stunt that Ranma pulled to get at Happosai. "Slaughtersjaws! Darkclaw! ATTACK!" Rip Rat screeched as his bodyguards charged in Ranma's direction. Ranma vaulted over Darkclaw and then pulled on the tow chain behind him. After which he drop kicked Darkclaw on his side.
On the trailer, the falconer swooped in and disposed of the Jusenkyo guide's captors. "Haiya! You here rescue Jusenkyo guide, no?" "My humblest pleasure sir. My name is Scirocco Malachai; Eighth generation grandmaster of the Malachai school of martial arts falconry." "Ooh thank you too too much." The guide praised as he ran off going back from whence the corporate goons took him.
Happosai on the other hand, is not too happy about his encounter with Rip Rat. The old pervert sobbed and wept as he mourned the loss of his purloined young women's lingerie. "Blecghh, disgusting!" Rip Rat wretched to the taste of sun-dried old pervert combined with ladies undergarments. "Ohoon what have you done to my undies. You're going to pay dearly for this." Happosai growled from his most somber, to his darkest undertone yet as he lumbered toward Rip Rat, who braced himself for battle.
Ranma dodged Slaughersjaws' pharyngeal jaws before they banged into a water tanker trailer. "Ha! Ya missed me, ya fucktard!" Ranma taunted. Slaughtersjaws hoisted the tanker over Ranma's head. "Nope, I gotchu right where I wanchu. Fucktard!" Slaughtersjaws shot back as his tongue jaws crunched into the tanker spilling water over Ranma's masculine turned feminine body.
"Okay, you've so asked for it you dirty mindfuck." Ranko hissed as she tore the long sleeves off of her shirt and tied some rope in a diamond pattern over her wrists and forearms. Ranko then motioned to slam Slaughersjaws as hard as she could manage. Her fist connected with Slaughtersjaws' nose, crumpling the metalwork concealing his radiator. The resulting vapor burst undid Slaughtersjaws' torrent on Ranko, turning her from girl to boy again.
"Yow! You broke my radiator!" Slaughtersjaws yelped in agony as Ranma motioned to taunt him some more. "Ya see you overgrown trashcan, that's just how I get even, anything goes martial arts style!" Ranma declared with his right thumb to his chest for added emphasis. After that street fight was over and done with, he resumed his unfinished business with the fleeing Happosai and Rip Rat.
After a while of tracking their trail, Ranma broke out a plastic bottle and sliced it in half with an energy laden karate chop. Ranko approached Rip Rat in her most sensual way. "Hey big boy." She soothed in a very convincing attempt to seduce Rip Rat into tearing Happosai a new asshole. Rip Rat suddenly found himself looking like a dog in heat as he gawked amorously at Ranko's buxom figure.
"Can you get that old freak all tied up for me?" "Oh yeah! OH YEAH! I'LL DO IT!" A love stricken Rip Rat squealed. He gnashed and gnawed at Happosai, effectively wearing him down enough for Ranko to deliver a knock out kick upside the head. "See you later." She oozed as she walked off with Happosai tagged and bagged, leaving an enamored Rip Rat in her wake.