Jul 23, 2010 4:47 PM
Mission to China part 2
Risa rubbed at her eyes, but the visions didn’t go away, following the zombie-like military-dress individuals down the corridor, sneaking behind plant pots, water-stalls and the occasional Chinese-man, until she finally made it to two strange double-doors...
She got on her tiptoes but there were no windows in these doors to peep though...Risa sighed. But with curiosity getting the better of her, her hand found its self-resting upon the red dragon door.
“ Its nothing, its just a room where lots of Okita-like things have entered.... that’s all, it wont kill me.... it wont kill.. Sano could kill me.. Nearly has and will do again. But THIS... wont.....!”
With a new sense of courage, Risa slowly and ever-so-quietly pushed at one of the heavy double-doors; in order to peer through the crack. What she saw, took her breath away, and what she heard made her ears bleed. It was at that point, that a new-found passion overcame her. Her hand clasped tightly upon the sight.
Oh....my...dear.........GOD!!!!!
~#~
Kazama arrived at the building, Miri got out of the Buddha-filled taxi to stand upon a puddle-covered floor......she sighed.
“Kazama-sensei” she looked around her dire surroundings.
“What exactly have we come here for.....?
“Kazama sensei?....”
Miri took her eyes away from the dilapidated building to see Kazama was refusing to leave the car for fear of his ero-hons getting wet. Miri re-opened the taxi door that Kazama had shut.
“Kazama-sensei!, I’m wet, I’m jet-lagged and I would like to go and find the bar that sano-san has invited me to!, but if we do not leave “right now”!!”
Kazama wasn’t listening and was just blushing at his ero-hon while eating a packet of airline nuts, every now-and-then chocking one.
“OI!!” Kazama scowled as his prized possession was taken, his hands shacking from seductive withdrawal. Miri scowled and threatened to put the book out into the pouring rain.
“What do you think your doing?” he lowered his eyes as low as his tone.
“Threatening you with what hurts”
Kazama pushed back his glasses and smirked, taking out another book he begin to read an even better ero-hon, a red blush appearing on his features as he started flicking through the pages like a professor of positions.
Miri, in frustration kicked the taxi wheel, blood now covering the interior of the taxi from Kazama’s over excitement. Miri chose to ignore the horror-mobile and went towards the house before she got anymore soaked. Tapping on the door, she was met by a strange-flame-thrower-wielding women and Miri raised an eyebrow in question. A blushing squirrel?.......
~#~
“Howdy!” Miri cringed
“You must be?”
“Miri-sensei... its a pleasure to meet you...” she offered her hand as Midori and Kuro bowed.
“You came to talk to my husband of course....”, the Chinese-flag covered lady cried in pleasure from the amount of visitors they’d had all year.
Handing Miri the evil squirrel; that was still blushing, Midori closed them outside to stand beneath the rain-dripping shelter of the front door.
Miri held the tiny critter out on her hand, not really knowing what to do or say, but just as she was about to take it to Kazama within the confines of the horror-mobile....
Miri’s heart stopped.
“You’re aware Kazama-sensei won't come back from what he’s just read, don’t you young lady?”
Miri looked around to find out where the deep manly voice had come from.
“Oi lady!.”
Miri finally realized the voice was coming from the tiny black squirrel.
“I’m a professor of forensic science, unless you’ve been told otherwise.”
Miri smiled, still not grasping the idea of holding a speaking squirrel.
Not to mention it was a “fleabag” that out-ranked her in status too.....
“I’m aware Kazama-sensei bought you here to ask about modification to a product that’s considered more deadly then Ochimizu?”
“Hai....”
“Then take me to him then, I can’t talk here”. The black squirrel looked over his shoulder to see Midori was dancing around with her flamethrowers
Taking the tiny beast to the bloodstained taxi, Miri click-opened the car door to see Kazama was unconscious. Miri took out her hammer, but before she had a moment to use it, Kazama’s dark eyes snapped open to see Kuro-sensei staring at him. He sat up and pushed back his glasses to regain his composure.
“Kuro-sensei.... tell me you’ve completed it by now...?” Kazama asked in a serious tone
The tiny beast nodded and pulled out a tiny briefcase.
“It contains the location of the “items” be sure to be there by seven on the dot, they’re waiting for you.”
Kazama pushed back his glasses and swallowed the briefcase for safe keeping.
“De wa”, the tiny squirrel bowed, but not before he turned to Kazama; who had his book out again.
“Na, Kazama-sensei”
Kazama looked over the rim of his glasses at Kuro’s beady eyes.
“You’re not a man if you cannot overcome the blood loss! GET A GRIP!”
Kazama smirked and went back to reading with hungry eyes. The tiny creature ordered Miri to take him home and then to leave before he called the police. Abiding by this, Kazama ordered a fresh taxi and bidding their superior farewell, they left, after all, there was only a few hours left to get to the location.
~#~
Okita, on his hunt for more nuts, found Risa collapsed upon the wooden floor.
“RISA-CHAN!?!?!!!” He cried, dropping to the floor, he gave her C.P.R, only to realize half way through; that sano was glaring at them from behind.
Feeling his presents, Okita released her lips to turn.
“Na...Sano-san, she’s mine, remember that!” his tone was low and serious.
“Aw?, I don’t see your name on her!”
Okita pulled out a red permanent marker and wrote “Okita’s” on her forehead.
“She does now, ne Risa-chan!”
“Souji- omea!! If she’s dead, she’s MINE by default!” he demanded, his hands rubbing together in preparation for CPR.
“Sano-san, back off before you lose something...”
“Lose what?!!” Sano actually sounded rather enthusiastic as Okita tuned with a pair of scissors.
Sano blushed.
~#~
We sighed as we saw a stand off in the hall, Risa being fought over with C.P.R like rabid dogs after a desired chew toy.
“SHE’S MINE SANO-SAN!!”
“SHE’S DEAD, SHE’S MINE”
“MY NAMES WRITTEN ON HER, SHE’S MINE!!”
Risa came-to upon being used as a rope between two determined men.
Sano stopped as he let go of Risa’s arm, catapulting Risa and Okita into each other.
Okita hadn’t cared about going through a glass door for he was holding his prize triumphantly tight.
“Ohaiyuuu! Risa-chan!” He smiled down at her with a Cheshire cat grin
Upon seeing this, Sano sulked as me, Toshi and Heisuke as we watched from our seats on the stairs, knowing deep down, that if the fight was to continue, that Heisuke’s-wife to be would wake up and demand more nuts, it had taken 8 kilos of the Moorish fruit to knock the wild beast out.
Sano sobbed and in wanting to be alone, he pushed open the red-dragon doors, storming through them like it was normal. Before us, we saw his red-eyes widen. Everyone ran to him as he held the doors open at arms-length.
“Kore wa....hi’de na....”
Everyone looked within to see around sano’s body to see Inside a HUGE attack-man image of a 45-year-old on the wall, his eyes staring into Risa’s very soul with intensity. Risa screamed and threw her shoe at the man, Okita threw a Dango and saitou threw a random Chinese woman.
All the objects bounced off and a random scream was heard. Everyone froze.
“Saitou??!!”
Panda walked under sano’s arms with Kuma
“Shall we get started!?” Panda and saitou pulled out lighters,
Saitou looking particularly evil as he smirked for the first time before us. Panda blushed.
Because of Attack-man, we all hadn’t noticed we had all walked in on a fake-Okita Iraq-convention factory. Okita swallowed hard upon seeing his distorted face being printed onto pillows that women were going to roll-around on the floor with......
Okita’s eyes started to well up.
“Risa-chan......I feel..... I feel violated...”
Toshi laughed
Okita didn’t hesitate in glaring at him in reply
Putting her warm hand upon his shoulder, Okita looked down with interest
“Souji.... its time!!!!, for FIRE!!!”
Just on the words of “fire” the lights went out and the Iraqi warehouse workers scattered like bloodthirsty sakura.
Everyone ran in but it was dark, to dark, and that’s why Heisuke, sano, saitou and panda kept smashing into each other as they ran around screaming that it was too dark.
Toshi, grabbing onto the first object he could, feeling its soft, lush Okita-like exterior, he winged it around to be rewarded with random high-pitched screaming, occasionally hitting something that sounded like Okita.
“HIJIKATA-SAN!!! IF YOU HIT ME WITH THAT “ONE” MORE TIME!!!”
“Ah.... warakata...”
Turning on his flashlight, Okita was seen directly in front of the former samurai holding a fake Okita pillow; the real Okita, who was black and blue was about to dive at Toshi when everyone stopped to hear a taxi coming towards them.
Just as our attention was drawn to the approaching taxi; the Iraqi warehouse-workers dived at us all.
“SANO-SAN!!!! THERE GONNA SMOTHER US!!!!!!”
Sano pushed Heisuke forwards and the gang of Iraq nuns dived onto him, smoothing him with the Fake-Okita-hug-pillows.
“Eh, he was right! Arigatou na Heisuke!
“Heisuke?”
“HEISUUKE!!!!!!”
“THAT’S IT!”
“EVERYONE STOP WHERE THEY ARE AND GIVE ME THE FAKES!” Risa demanded as the pile of Iraqi nuns looked up after smoothing Heisuke to death with wicked blood-thirsty grins.
As they were about to dive at us, the front doors to the warehouse flew open, banging on the doors with force. A wet Ero god had appeared pushing back his glasses.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!!! Kazama stormed through the open doors.
Miri following behind him, pushed her glasses back at the sight of corpses, blood and fake-Okita’s littering the floor.
“ARGH, YOU PEOPLE!??!!!!!!“ Kazama picked up and threw a nun at Toshi in protest.
“What the HELL do you think your doing!” Toshi shouted as the nun tried to take a bite out of him as she flew passed him.
“GET OUT OF CHINA HIJIKATA!”
“YOU ALL GET THE HELL OUT OF CHINA” sano shouted
Toshi’s eye twitched.
“Kazama...yo.... “What” are you doing here?”
“And why should i tell you, you flea-bitten mongrel?”
Toshi’s hand gripped his flashlight; I lowered his hand to stop him from throwing our only light source.
“Dame, otherwise we won't see the Iraqi-nuns!”
“Ah, sou da na”
Kazama pushed back his glasses with a smirk just as fake-Okita-pillow flew past his head.
He could hear unconscious growling coming from under the pile of hug pillows and blood-thirsty Iraqi nuns, but thanks to instinct, Kazama knew who was under there
“Hurry up and suffocate!”
“OI, OI , don’t talk to my friend like that!”
Sano came out from printing machine, fake Okita faces printed all over him. Everyone screamed.
Sano looked around to see everyone was cowering on the floor at his very existence, for his face was covered in fake-Okita eyes.
“Aw, finally the respect I deserve!!!!” with a huge grin on his demented fake-Okita-covered face, he looked around at everyone bowing to him........
However, he soon noticed that the only person who hadn’t fallen to the floor was Miri as she stood staring from the opened doors; the sound of rain hit everyone’s ears as the warehouse fell silent.
“Ne....Miri-chan.....” sano approached her slowly to stand beside her, his arm sheltering above her in order to shield her from the view of everyone as we stood sharing Okita’s nuts.
“Hai...sano-san...? She whispered from his close, almost intimidating position over her.
“You made it at last.....” sano whispered with a calm voice
Miri blushed
“Demo na Miri-chan.....”
“Hai?....” She looked up at his dark, deep passionate-red eyes,
Not scared by the fact he had fake-Okita faces printed all over him like a tattoo-artist.
His large hand cupped her cheek softly
“I can’t perform C.P.R when you’re awake...” He breathed into her ear.
Miri fainted.
Sano smirked.
“Works every time!”, he laughed wickedly as he gave her C.P.R before the open door.
With everyone blushing, and nearly choking on their nuts, Heisuke, hearing the action of C.P.R stood up from the mountain of hug-pillows and Iraqi nuns to scream.
“SANO-SAN! HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME??!!!! “
“OI.OI”
As sano traced his fingers down Miri’s cheek, he got up and threw a pillow at Heisuke.
“DON’T INTERRUPT MY CPR! ITS DANGEROUS!!!!!”
“GOMEN SANO-SAN!!!!!”
Heisuke started to cry.
Miri got up and straightened her lab coat with a blush, noticing Kazama was now feeling his way towards the locker he’d come to open. Touching many things, even though the lights were back on, he finally felt his way towards Toshi and me at the back of the warehouse.
“Like to touch up nun’s now?”
“They were NUN’S?” Kazama blushed and pushed his glasses back with a smirk.
I stood behind Toshi, grasping his kimono sleeve.
“Kazama.....” Toshi growled
“Move it dog!”
Toshi’s vivid violet eyes refused to unlock with that of his enemies.
Kazama demanded Toshi move again, but standing his ground Kazama sighed. Pulling out a syringe full of ochi-cola; Toshi’s violet eyes widened.
“I’m sure you know what this is. Either move, or get stabbed with it!”. I pulled Toshi out of the way as he looked ready to take on the dripping needle. Thought he asked me what the hell I was doing, I refused to let him free.
“I cant take seeing you being like sano-san again.... I can’t... I just....” my eyes started to well from emotion, Toshi sighed and embraced me.
“Gomen na....”
Kazama laughed in arrogance and Toshi glared at him. Begrudgingly standing back, we let Kazama pass. Kazama pushed back his glasses, putting the syringe between his teeth, Kazama took out a key and unlocked the cupboard behind us.
Slowly, golden light was starting to be emitted from the confined of the metal cupboard, and slowly but surely, Kazama revealed a pillow that glowed with Ero before everyone.
Heisuke shielded his eyes from the Ero as Kazama pulled out the hug-pillow from its protective case. With simple censored words of “Ero” written on the sides. Kazama pushed back his glasses with a blush on his cheeks.
“Miri, we’re done, and now we’re out of here!”
“Stop drooling and torch the place”
“OI!!”
Kazama pushed back his glasses to see Risa had stood up on the tower of gathered fake-Okita pillows, with two pairs of scissors in hand and Okita setting fire to anything that so much blinked at him.
She glared at Kazama as the flames of the burning-evil dancing behind her.
“We’re burning it down!”
“Suit yourself, Miri out, now!”
“Hai Kazama sensei!”
Upon leaving, Risa laughed madly in triumph as the nuns made a run for it. The factory was ours to burn down and burn it down we did!
After tearing the pillows up and creating a huge pile in the center of the warehouse, Risa and Okita nodded to each other as they threw the lit-lighters at the evil before them
With the screams of fake-Okita’s in the air and smoke of pure evil heading up to the roof of the warehouse Okita cried.
He’d finally gained his manliness back.
~#~
After being in hug-pillow-factory for nearly three hours, it was dark out, but something in the fire burning behind us; must have warped our deranged minds; for we all went into the next-door-hug-pillow store, before it burned down too, where everyone ordered their own pillows in memory of our visit and domination of fake-Okita china.
Upon leaving the now on-fire store, Okita pulled Risa away from the rest of the group as we all started to make our way to the airport home.
“Ne ...Risa-chan..... I got you a memento!!”
“Okita was holding a huge framed poster of something beneath his coat
“What is it Souji?”
The brown-haired devil grinned in anticipation of her reaction.
“Its attack-man DA!!!! “
“I thought of you when I saw him baring into your soul AND I think Satan will like him, na Satan??!! “
Okita reached into his hug pillow of Satan to bring out the evil-manifestation, who, to okitas shock, was now missing one of his cherry-eyes.....
“ahhhh, you’re missing an eye Satan...” Okita looked rather sad at the prospect of his son being only half the evil he was born with.
Okita looked around and in spotting what he wanted, he pushed Satan and his hug-pillow towards Risa and ran off.
“SOUJI WAIT!!”
Risa’s hand fell to her side, looking down at the triple of evil, Risa felt scared being surrounded by the 3 most terrifying items she’d ever seen. It was dark and before her was Attack-man, Satan and Satan’s as hug-pillow...
If it wasn’t for the fact Attack-man was the same height as her, she could have thrown it away without Okita noticing, Risa sighed, but upon re-opening her eyes, she saw Okita running towards her with what looked like.....
“Glass eyes.....”
“Uum!”
Okita grinned in pure delight as he took Satan’s lonely eye out to eat it, chewing on the red-cherry with pleasure; Okita replaced Satan’s bare-eye sockets with bright-shiny vivid-green glass-eyes that moved whenever he was tilted.
“Cool aren’t they??!!! They move when he does, its like he really IS staring at you with contempt!!”
Okita thrust Satan at Risa to stare at its eyes. Its bloodthirsty, cold, green eyes.
“Looks more like me now, ne?!”
Risa couldn’t help but agree.... as it looked exactly like Okita expect Satan looked like he liked to bathe in anything but water.....
Risa swallowed hard as Okita put Satan back within his hug-pillow. Not being able to forget the eyes, the eyes that rolled JUST as they fell below the cotton, a glare that ate at everything that made her human.
“Ne, lets go catch up with the others! We need to get home, hang Attack-man up on the front door!!!!”
Risa cried, “why Satan...”, she choked, “why kami-sama.....why?”
~#~
It had turned midnight and we were all finally on our way back to Kyoto as the plane started to take off.. As i looked around the dimly lit plane, everyone was fast asleep, Heisuke and his wife-to-be were asleep on the walkway
While we, on the other hand, were all towards the back of the plane away from the combined snoring and peanut consumption.
I cuddled up closer to my hug pillow as I sat with my head resting against Toshi’s arm as he slept. But before I could sleep, curiosity was starting to get the better of me as I had wondered what Toshi had chosen as an image for his hug-pillow. As he was asleep, I gently prised the pillow from under his slinged arm.
Expecting to see an image, I was kinda disappointed to see that there was nothing printed on either side. I was just about to replace the pillow back within his loving-tight grasp when i noticed the tiny letters written on the pillow in the top corner.
With a blush upon my features, i held onto my own newly-returned-pillow, my head resting against the warmth of Toshi’s arm as I followed him into sleep.
~#~
Okita who was still awake with Risa behind saitou, kuma and panda as they slept like kittens. Opened the shutter on the window in order to look out at the midnight cityscape below. Kittens...upon thinking of them, Risa started to panic.
“Ne....souji, where are the kittens?” she asked him without rising her voice.
“Ah...” Okita pulled them out of coat.
“Here”
Risa smiled,
“You’ve had them on you ALL day?”
Okita nodded.
“They’re still tiny, so they fit quite nice into my pockets....”
Glad to know they were ok and having been fed peanuts all day, the tiny cats lay on her lap as they curled up to sleep, with one hand upon the fluff-balls and one upon her okita-pillow; Risa rested her head against Okita’s warm arm as they looked out of the plane-window together at the burning warehouse below.
“Ya know.....” Okita started
“It kinda feels like ..... That we’ve conquered china” ne?
“Sou da na....” Risa breathed as she felt to sleep.... with Okita still looking out at the star-lit sky. Even though he was the only one left awake, the plane went quite as it soared through the star-lit sky towards home.
Meanwhile......
“Mr Kazama... something-or-other?
Kazama lowered his eyes in irritation.
“Your item of pure evil has been confiscated by customs in order to prevent it from leaving china”
“Based on WHAT grounds!” Kazama growled
“It being to Ero for the Japanese nation”
“Kisama! Then why are YOU holding it?!” he banged his hands on the desk.
The police officer was blushing as he held the fluffy item in question.
“I’m not done questioning it yet!”
Kazama was about to pull out his syringes from his white-coat when Miri stopped him.
“It’ll become a national conspiracy if you were to appear on TV right now, we’ll set fire to place when we leave!!”
Looking at the officer over the rim of his glasses, Kazama listened to the reason that was “Miri” and begrudgingly put the syringe back into his lab coat. Scowled a deadly scowl, he was marched out of customs; seething upon seeing the ero-police officer rolling around on the tiled-floor with “his” hug pillow.
But upon leaving the interrogation room, Kazama Pulled out his ero-hon and pushed back his glasses, his smirk returned, along with a blush. Knowing in barely six minutes time, the whole place will be burnt to the ground. If i cannot have it, i’ll be damned if you do!” with a wicked laugh, Miri threw in a match and closed the door as they shared an umbrella on the long walk home.
Rain continued to pour down the windows. The fires they had all set, including the fakes that had once terrorized the nation; continued to silently destroy most of china throughout the night.
But As they say, all's well that ends well........especially when justice over manliness is involved!
-The End-
My opinion xD
kyaa i LOVE mission to china! I LOVE Kuro XD he HAS to be my fave new-character XD i love the fact Kazama didn’t really achieve anything but getting revenge on customs XD I LOVE sano and Miri’s scene lol and i love the fact Risa managed to reinstate Okita’s manliness!! XDDD I also love the fact saitou became a dad >xD and last but not least, I’m quite happy that I managed to fit in so many inside jokes without leaving everyone completely clueless as to what on earth everyone was talking about XDDD to say it took only a week to write, i found it hard to keep it a “short” ff X3 as there was just so much to fit in XD but i really hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it X3 next S3! “Toshi gets married” XDDDDD
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