Instead, he'd have to worry about teaching nine robots, who looked exactly like very pretty girls, how to be human.
And he was starting with having them walk down a hallway dressed in something so tight and skimpy that it wasn't difficult to imagine them without it.
'This is gonna be a real long job,' he thought to himself as he led his new charges along and hoped that none of the other guys had a chance to stop and stare.
He already got enough of that when he was in girl form.
If one were to know him truly, Happosai wasn't a completely bad man. Sure he was a perverted old freak with a penchant for taking things that weren't his, but he did have his good points. One might have had to dig in deep to find any of them, but they would be there.
Like the fact that he was able to freely give appreciation for good food. Plus he was a strong martial artist, and could be a formidable opponent. And he knew about all sorts of mystical items that others only thought to be legend.
Okay, they weren't exactly stellar points, and one had to ignore some associated parts, but they were visible, or so he told himself.
But as he walked along and watched the little girl who had her hand latched onto one of Genma's lovely wife's, another reared its head.
Happosai liked children. It was odd, it wasn't exactly for him, and it wasn't in the manner of his other likes, but it was there. They were one of the few things that he would actually... enjoy. Children tended to be innocents, and unaware of any of the things that becoming adults would bring to them. As such, for some reason even he couldn't fathom, they didn't revile him like their parents would, and it made him... happy. He liked to be nice to them, and do nice things, but it never usually lasted since being a goody two shoes would end up giving him physical pain.
But this time, he was dealing with a child who'd come with parents that had come to Japan for work with their company, and wound up losing her mother, father, and older brother to the machines. Which had left her to a fate where she was dodging death attacks and scrounging just to survive.
And he didn't like that one bit.
Of course, that was added to the fact that Soun had apparently lost his daughters, which was a terrible loss indeed. To hear his lazy student tell it, the three of them were some delectable lovelies who would have had some choice panties. But he'd lost them, and the only possibility of seeing them would be if Tendo had any pictures of them.
The old pervert did hope that at least one of them was out there somewhere. It would be a wonderful thing, and he needed it after being released into this dreary world with its shortage of lingerie and pretty girls to wear it.
The last few months had been hell for her, but she knew that she was very lucky indeed. Instead of dying in that initial attack, she had survived, and gotten away. Unfortunately she had found that in the chaos that first attack, she had gotten separated from the rest of her family. That meant that she had been alone and forced to survive by herself.
So she had set out, moving from place to place, trying to keep herself alive. There had been several close calls, but with what she had to work with, she knew that she wouldn't have much of a chance against one, and a battle called more of them. Sleep was fleeting, as she had caught naps here and there, but never more than a few hours even when she'd felt that she'd been safe and only enough to get her rested. Her meager amount of food was supplied simply by scrounging through stores, homes and resturants. And other things like entertainment, or much clothing were not that important.
Which was why she was currently sitting in a darkened basement with her knees pulled up to her chest. She was filthy, hungry and cold, but at least for the moment, she was alive. And that was all that matter, as death wouldn't be any sort of relief for her as far as she could tell.
But she hoped that her family would survive somehow. Hope for the future was tempered by the fact that even her father, Soun Tendo, with all his martial arts knowledge, hadn't been able to fight those things. She could only hope that he was still alive, and out there looking for her, because she was feeling rather alone at the moment.
Leaning against the concrete of the wall, she bit her lip and just felt like what she was, one girl in a dark and dangerous world.
Her only reassurance was that she had kept herself alive, and that meant that the death rolls would not yet suck up:
(Posted Sun, 18 Jul 2004 17:22)
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