CHAPTER TWO: IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!
"They're still squirming around, chu." Warechu muttered to Linda as they drove the forklift near the train yard, "I can hear them."
"Yeah, just barely." Linda sighed, "I'm sure it will be fine."
"If the cops catch us, then this was your idea." Warechu said, "I have way too much to look forward to in life, chu."
"Why would it even matter if it was my idea or not?" Linda asked, "You were still an accomplice." Warechu frowned at this.
"Good point." Warechu sighed in a defeated tone as his ears drooped downwards. Linda put her right hand on Warechu's head.
"But hey! We're not going to get caught," Linda chirped quietly, "We're already at the train yard."
The train yard of Lowee was a massive complex housed within a massive structure resembling the onion roofs on the buildings in the inner city; it was splattered with paints of all sorts of colors, making it look like a tye-dye faceless dogoo with grooves. The inside of the train yard was, surprisingly, fairly colorful as well. The walls and platforms, previously a pristine silver facility, was now adorned with hand paintings done by children; many depicted smiling figures of various ages standing in the streets of Lowee, smiling and playing together. Other paintings depicted the forests outside of Lowee, covered in snow and sparkling with light, and some even depicted the CPU, Lady White Heart, standing with other children, other adults, even with the CPUs of other nations. One recent painting, a small, subtle one, with three girls; they all resembled Rom and Ram holding hands, while a disinterested Blanc sits on a nearby park bench reading a book. The trains were the most diverse part of the entire train yard; they were from all of the different nations, after all.
Lowee's trains bore a sweets-related motif; Their fronts looked like sprinkled vanilla cupcakes, with coffee cake smokestacks. The bodies of the trains looked like gingerbread houses, with sugar cookies for wheels...one might get awfully hungry just looking at these sweet, sweet trains. Planeptune's trains had a sleek, ultramodern look to them; smooth edges, a sleek, shiny purple paintjob, and an aerodynamic design were the defining features of this engine. Lastation's trains looked archaic by comparison, but were still quite capable; they resembled old coal-powered trains in structure, but ran on a clean energy source. Leanboxe's trains were...well...boxy. The cars and locomotive were rectangular prisms streaked by lines of glowing green light, which would glow an angry red if the train ever broke down; the highly efficient power system that keeps them aglow 24/7 is a Leanbox secret.
"Right, we just need to find a cargo train headed for Planeptune," Linda whispered, "Then, once we get close enough to LAN Castle, we jump off and take them over."
"A lot easier said than done, chu." Warechu muttered as he drove the forklift through the gate, and towards the trains. Warechu frowned as he got near the first train, looking around.
"We gotta find the right train," Linda said quietly, "You stay with the forklift. I'll try to find a train schedule or something. Here, keep the anti-HDD close by." Linda pulled a small orb out of her hoodie; it looked like a dull, gray metal ball with an antenna poking out. It had the word "Avenir" written along the side. She placed the ball firmly in Warechu's hands, and pointed to the crate.
"Don't stray far now." Linda whispered as she left. She walked quietly upon the platform, glancing around at whatever windows and booths she could find. There were several usher windows, but they were all shut off by locked sliding metal panes. Linda sighed as she walked a bit faster, looking past the childrens' paintings for any sort of clue.
Warechu sat at the forklift, tapping his left foot nervously as he listened; he listened to the quiet cries coming from the box, and at his surroundings.
"C'mon..." Warechu whispered to himself, "hurry up."
"Hey! I think that's the last crate!" A gruff voice called from the trains. Warechu looked over and saw a tall, anthropomorphic pink rabbit man wearing a blue worker's jumpsuit and a blue denim baseball cap.
"Hahaha!" A yellow-furred dog furry wearing a brown aviator jacket and a pair of jeans barked out in a rather punchable tone, "You're right! Lifting crates makes my biceps WAY bigger than running does!" Warechu jumped in front of the two furry gentlemen, waving his arms frantically.
"No! this isn't the right crate, chu!" Warechu squeaked, "Don't touch it!" The two other furries smiled as they glanced down at Warechu.
"Aww...are you lost, young boy?" The rabbit cooed.
"Hahaha! It's way past your bedtime, shortstuff." The dog laughed, "Mama and Papa won't let you have any presents if you stay up too late."
"I'm not a fucking kid, chu!" Warechu protested.
"WOAH!" The bunny exclaimed, throwing his arms up, "If you were my baby brother, my momma would make you wash your mouth with soap for that."
"Can we just move the last crate on already?" The dog furry growled impatiently as he grabbed the crate, "I wanna go home and jog myself to sleep." The two furries pushed past Warechu and lifted the crate off of the forklift.
"Hey! Put that down, chu!" Warechu squeaked in vain as he grabbed the bunny's right leg.
"C'mon, kid. We've got important work to do." The bunny groaned harshly, "It's already weird enough that I'm lifting this box instead of pushing it."
"Meh, he just wants someone to play with, I think." The dog said as he shrugged, "Well look for someone else, kid. We've got important work to do." Several muffled cries came from the box as Warechu continued to clench to the bunny's leg.
"Kid, I said shut up and go home," The bunny groaned, "I'd hate to be rude, but you're testing my patience."
"I don't think that was the kid talking," The dog said as he leaned over, "It sounded more like...the box."
"Don't be stupid, D-Bag!" The bunny groaned, "Boxes don't moan. I've worked with them for all of my life, so I would know." D-Bag gave a concerned look as the trio got near the Leanbox train they were approaching; one of the cars was open, and had only a few crates inside.
"No, I mean it sounds like the noises are INSIDE the crate," D-Bag protested, "Like there's something INSIDE of it." The bunny snarled at D-Bag.
"Now listen here, buster," The bunny sneered as he placed the crate in the car, "Crates have things inside of them because they're used for storage. It's common logic, you dummy."
"No," D-Bag argued, "I mean there might be something LIVING in that crate."
"Like what?" The bunny groaned, "A runaway dogoo? The damn thing has no air holes."
"But..." D-Bag began to argue, but then he groaned and shrugged, "Never mind. You're so damn difficult to work with."
"Well excuse me, 'princess,'" The bunny said angrily as he shook Warechu off of his leg, "I'm not the one who thinks that crates have living feelings."
"Hey! are you two boneheads done packing the train, yet?" The train conductor called from a few cars away. He was a plump man dressed in a black sweater with denim overalls, and he had a thick, brown beard. His voice sounded gruff, as one who smoked and drank whiskey for a few decades might sound.
"No! Not at all!" Warechu squealed desperately.
"Yeah, she's all ready!" The bunny cried out at the same time, even louder. The conductor grunted as he turned the other way, and dashed off at a shockingly fast speed.
"I'm telling you there's something in that fucking crate." D-Bag protested.
"Again, with the fucking crate!" The bunny shouted, his voice exasperated, "Just drop it!"
"You're deaf." D-Bag growled as he lurched towards the bunny.
"You're an asshole." The bunny snapped back.
"You're fucking stupid." D-Bag yelled.
"Fuck you." The bunny hissed as they got face-to-face.
"Fuck you." D-Bag barked as he got his face closer to the bunny's.
"Fuck yoooooouuuu~" The bunny cried out in surprise as D-Bag seized him by his shoulders. He launched his mouth into the bunny's and emitted an almost girlish squeak as their lips connected. The bunny moaned with passion as the two furry men fell to the ground, probing each others' mouths with their tongues as they fondled and groped every last inch of each other. Warechu cringed as he tried to look away from the beautiful furry man-love happening before him, until he heard some quiet wub-like noises emitting from the train.
"Aw crap!" Warechu whispered harshly to himself, "The train is leaving!" Warechu gave a few worried glances around, then saw Linda walking from further down.
"Hey! Chu!" Warechu shouted as he waved his hand to Linda. Linda looked over, then looked away as she covered her eyes.
"The train, you moron!" Warechu shouted, "The train is leaving, chu!" Linda looked back over, and saw Warechu climbing into the open train car, pointing at the duct-tape sealed crate the Lowee twins were still inside of. Her eyes widened as she began to sprint over to the car. The train emitted one rater loud wub noise as it started to move. Linda clenched her teeth as the open car started to move further from her, so she thrust her feet and began to dash as if she were running from a starving pride of lions. Warechu poked his tiny left arm out of the train car, and reached towards Linda.
"Hurry!" Warechu cried out.
"I'm trying!" Linda screamed as she jumped over the two male furry lovers. Linda's heart pounded as both she and the train began to pick up speed. Just when she couldn't go any faster, the car began to move further away again.
"Shit!" Linda screamed as she made a mad leap for the car. She soared towards the train car, the wind whooshing past her ears, as she groped madly in front of her. She grabbed onto the edge of the open train car, and nearly let go when the rest of her hit the side. Her feet dragged across the concrete ground with a screeching noise as she struggled to get up into the car itself. Warechu grabbed Linda's left hand, and pulled back as hard as he could.
"Yaah!" Linda cried out as she launched herself up into the car, knocking Warechu back as they both tumbled into a different crate. They did nothing as the sound of wubs and train wheels flooded the entire car as the train began to accelerate, before the noise died own when the train picked up speed. Linda and Warechu laughed happily and triumphantly as they high-fived.
"Heh, I didn't get a train schedule," Linda chuckled, "But that clearly doesn't matter now, anyway." Warechu frowned as he looked out the open train car door. He saw the train go east, on the track headed for Lastation.
"Bad news, chu." Warechu sighed, "We're going the wrong fuckin' way." Linda stared at the crate as she crawled closer to it.
"Hey! are you listening?" Warechu snapped.
"Yeah," Linda replied nonchalantly, "That sucks."
"Well, what are we gonna do?" Warechu asked, "By the time we get to Lastation, they'll already know." Linda grabbed the top of the duct taped crate, then glanced over at Warechu.
"You still have the anti-HDD?" Linda asked as she cocked her head. Warechu produced the ancient device from under his fur-fold, and threw it over to Linda. Linda extended her hand to try to catch the device, but it smacked her in the face instead.
"Oww!" Linda moaned, "Be careful about how you throw things, jackass."
"Maybe you should get better at catching, chu." Warechu grumbled as he sat down. Linda rubbed her face and picked the device off the floor, placing it back in her hoodie as she did so. She grabbed the top of the crate, and gently tilted it on its side. She grabbed the duct tape on the lid, and tore it off. The lid fell flat on the floor, so Linda reached into the box, and pulled the tied and gagged twins out.
Linda's eyes widened slightly at the sight of them; Rom was crying and curling her bound up body , twitching and writhing as she sobbed. Ram's face was red as she thrashed and made squealing noises, glaring at Linda with a murderous stare.
"What are you doing?" Warechu asked, raising his right eyebrow.
"Gotta let them breathe." Linda replied nonchalantly, "This would all be a waste if they died." She frowned at the twins, who continued to squeal and cry despite the exhaustion.
"good, they're getting tired," Warechu sighed, "Maybe they won't be too noisy." Linda reached for Rom, and picked her up, looking her right in her eyes. Rom's eyes widened as she whimpered even louder. Tears flowed from Rom's eyes, dripping over her gag and onto the floor. Her entire body shivered violently as her pants became rather visibly wet, a small puddle of foul smelling liquid forming at her feet. Linda placed her right hand on the gag, causing both Rom and Ram to emit muffled screams. Linda ripped the gag off of Rom's mouth, her reward being a blaring shriek that hurt her ears.
"Please let me go!" Rom cried loudly, "I don't wanna be here!"
"What the fuck are you doing, chu?!" Warechu asked as Linda reached for Ram, "Someone might hear us!" Linda ignored Warechu and tore the gag off of Ram's mouth.
"You big meanie!" Ram immediately screeched, "Just wait until Blanc finds out about this!"
"I want Blanc." Rom cried pitifully, "Blanc!"
"You're making Rom cry you jerk!" Ram snapped at Linda, "And you made her pee herself, too!"
"Please SHUT UP and listen to me! This isn't quite what you think it is." Linda barked at the twins. They both quieted down, at least enough for Linda to hear her own thoughts.
"What are you-" Warechu began to ask.
"You're sister...Blanc, I believe is her name," Linda said in a calm, sympathetic tone as she cut Warechu off, "She doesn't really pay attention to either of you, does she?" Rom and Ram's eyes widened as their mouths opened just a tiny bit.
"You...you knew?" Rom asked timidly, sniffling a bit. Linda smirked internally.
"Yes, I can read people quite well," Linda said with a big, slightly scary smile, "You really love your sister...but she's...y'know...apathetic."
"She's not pathetic." Ram said with a pout, "She could kick your butt no problem." Linda giggled as she shook her head.
"No, I mean...she takes you for granted. She has no idea how important she is to you, or how important you are to her." Rom and Ram frowned as they looked downwards.
"Blanc doesn't love us?" Rom sniveled, shedding a few more tears.
"Oh no no no no no." Linda said as she shook her head quickly, "She LOOOOOOOVES you both. She just doesn't know that."
"That doesn't make any sense!" Ram complained, "If she loved us, she should feel it! She should know!"
"You're right...Ram." Linda replied, "She *should* know that she loves you...which is why I 'kidnapped' you." Both of the twins cocked their heads, as bewildered expressions crossed their faces.
"What?" They both asked simultaneously. Linda chuckled as she stepped a little closer to the twins.
"You two love each other, right?" Linda asked softly. The twins nodded without hesitation.
"But you don't really think about it all of the time, right?" The twins nodded slowly.
"But you'd be really sad, and really angry if one of you...disappeared, right?" Ram scowled as she nodded powerfully. Rom nodded, but not as forcefully.
"And you'd be EXTREMELY happy if they came back, right? You'd never, ever, EVER want to lose them again, right? You'd just hug them, and kiss them, and think of them all of the time after that, right?" The twins' eyes sparkled a bit as they both backed off slightly.
"Y...Yeah..." Rom hesitantly replied.
"Yes." Rom said quietly.
"Well, THAT'S why me and Mr. Mouse here are doing this," Linda explained, "We're going to worry the piss out of your older sister, really make her think she's never going to see you again, you see. She'll panic and cry and throw a bunch of fits...until you get back."
"Mina told us that running away is bad." Rom said with a pout.
"That's the best part," Linda said as she clasped her hands, "It's *not* running away; you were 'kidnapped.' She'll hug and kiss and pamper you girls, and I'll get all of the blame for your 'disappearance.'" The twins glanced at each other with wide, excited eyes, but Ram narrowed them as she glared back at Linda.
"You're an ASIC girl, aren't you?" Ram sneered, "You're just pulling a trick." Linda raised her arms defensively as she backed off a bit.
"Oh, those old dill weeds? You think I still work for them? Ha!" Linda laughed triumphantly, "ASIC is full of bullshit. They work you like a slave and pay you worse than one, so me and Mr. Mouse quit, right?" Linda nudged Warechu's shoulder, giving him a knowing wink. Rom cringed a bit.
"Oh...yeah! She's right!" Warechu hastily replied, "They pay...paid me in cheese. Cheese! Buncha racist pricks think that mice *only* want fuckin' cheese. Hey, Arf-whore! How about some fuckin' cash so I can actually pay for a nice damn dinner date with my dear, darling Compa?" Everybody stared at Warechu strangely. Rom was cringing uncomfortably in place. Warechu sighed as he waved his right hand dismissively.
"...Chu." Warechu coughed out.
"Yeah, things were pretty bad back at ASIC," Linda sighed, "So we ditched them, and now we want to make up for the bad shit we've done to you by helping you and your sister grow closer." Ram smiled a little bit, but Rom looked terribly uncomfortable.
"Is there a problem, Rom?" Linda asked, tilting her head and frowning.
"Could you please stop saying bad words?" Rom asked with a sniffle, "I don't like hearing bad words."
"Really?" Linda asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Mina said we shouldn't ever, ever say them," Rom said softly, "That's why they're bad."
"I'm an adult." Linda said in an annoyed tone, "I can say fuck and shit and piss and crap like that." Rom started to cry as Ram clenched her fists.
"If you don't stop saying bad words, I'll scream 'kidnapper' until someone hears us!" Ram shouted. Linda internally slapped herself as she clenched her eyes.
"Okay, Rom. I'm sorry for saying that," Linda said softly as she patted Rom on her head, "I won't say fu...those words anymore. I promise." Rom looked up to Linda with starry, wet eyes and a small smile.
"Okay." Rom replied quietly. Linda turned her head to face Ram. Ram sighed with a pouty face.
"Alright. If Rom is okay with it, then I am." Ram said, "But Blanc better love us more after this, or I'm kicking your butt. Now cut us free from these ropes." Linda smiled as she reached for Rom's back.
"Oh! Silly me!" Linda giggled as she untied both of the twins. Warechu shot a worried look towards Linda as he shook his head. Linda glared at him as she finished untying Ram.
"Now, it's still kinda late," Linda told Rom and Ram, "You might wanna crawl behind those crates and get take a nap or something."
"My pants are wet." Rom complained quietly, "It's your fault because you scared me."
"Yeah, get her some new jammies or else!" Ram growled. Linda sighed as she reached into her hoodie. she pulled a pair of sweat pants out.
"Geez, how much room do you have in there?" Warechu asked as he rolled his eyes, "Enough for lady White Heart's hammer?"
"Here, these may be a little big for you," Linda cooed to Rom as she ignored Warechu, "Now go get changed and get some shuteye."
"Okay." Rom quietly replied as she crawled back behind some crates with her new pants. Rom crawled after her, and shot a glare back towards Linda and Warechu.
"No peeking." Ram said sternly, "I'll hurt you bad if you do."
"We won't." Linda calmly replied as she laid back, looking at Warechu upside down.
"What the hell was that all about, chu?" Warechu whispered harshly.
"The 'scenic route' to LAN Castle will be a lot easier if the twins are willingly going with us," Linda explained quietly, "No body bags, no suspicious crates, no disgusting ball gags...just three girls and a mouse."
"The CPUs will know who they are." Warechu argued.
"Oh yeah, like the CPUs have nothing better to do than to *personally* inspect every bloody train in their nations' train yards." Linda replied sarcastically.
"Someone else might still know who they are." Warechu muttered.
"I think I know how to deal with that." Linda said with a devilish smirk.
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P.S: Oh yeah, I forgot; there is also going to be furry romance (and maybe even sex) in this fic. Sorry for not letting you know sooner. (Uo)^3