Akari continued to stroll around the streets, happily humming to herself... until she bumped into an obstacle.
She looked up... and up... and finally into the face of a truly titanic man, with the muscle structure of a grizzly bear, a large amount of scars on his skin and a scrubby beard. He was only wearing a pair of shorts and some red boots.
The man didn't say anything, but Akari felt intimidated just because of his sheer size. "Um... excuse me?" she said in a small voice. "Could you please move out of the way?"
Zangief, professional Russian wrestler, peered down at the little pig girl. After many years, he was once again visiting the interesting country of Japan... but now his stomach was gurgling.
Now Zangief was a man with many merits. He was powerful, brave and had a strong sense of justice. He also loved his home country of 'Mother Russia' dearly.
But sadly, Zangief was not too bright... and very often, his stomach does the thinking for him.
So the only thing he saw was something resembling a pig, so his slow brain told him: 'Pig = Food'.
He grinned and picked up the slender pig-girl effortlessly. "You're just the thing I need. I think I'll take you with me into my hotel room..."
Akari was very nervous as the massive arms of the wrestler wrapped themselves around her lithe little body. "Oh my..." she murmured. "Poor, defenseless me... carried off by a massive brute, and who knows what's he going to do with me... Whatever shall I do?"
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After having lost the persistent policeman, Makoto and Rei returned back to where they had seen Akari first.
"Where did she go?" Rei grumbled angrily.
A nice pedestrian told them how he saw the famous Russian wrestler carrying Akari off into the nearby hotel.
"Well, if he's famous, I'm sure we can persuade him to give that pig to us," Makoto said confidently. "Wait here, I'll take care of that by myself..."
And while Rei waited, the Senshi of lightning went into the hotel's lobby and asked the man at the reception for the room number of the famous wrestler.
The man smiled. "Mr. Zangief is staying in room number 202... 89th floor! I'm afraid you'll have to use the stairs, though... Our elevator is out of order."
Makoto grimaced. The 89th floor...? She didn't even know there were buildings that tall in Juuban...
Anyways, she shrugged it off. It was only this once, and she certainly felt fit enough to climb a few stairs.
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On the 12th floor, she still felt pretty confident.
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On the 33rd floor, she started to sweat, but still, she was training to be a martial artist... she should be able to endure something like this.
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On the 67th floor, she was panting heavily and leaned against a door frame... perhaps she had overestimated her own endurance...
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When she finally reached the 89th floor, she collapsed to the ground and felt like she wouldn't make it any further...
Still, after a few moments, she managed to gather herself, stood up from the ground and knocked on the door. Still, her knees felt slightly wobbly.
However, when staring up at the gruff visage of the gigantic Zangief, she, the tallest Senshi of them all, began to feel unsure of her position.
'Strange,' Zangief muttered. 'The uniforms of the Japanese chambermaids are looking stranger and stranger every time I'm in Japan...'
"What's the matter?" he asked in his gruff voice. "I didn't order any room service..."
"What? Oh no, I'm not a chambermaid... I'm here because of that pig. Um... could I please have it?"
Normally, Makoto would have said something more intelligent. But the powerful presence of this man overwhelmed her.
'Aha!' Zangief thought. 'Not a chambermaid, but a thief... Well, I know one way to get rid of thieves...'
He grinned. "Sure! Come this way please..."
"Um, thank you very much. You know, this pig... Hey! Where are you leading me? That's not the pig, that's the window."
"Won't you take a look outside?" Zangief asked. "It's such a beautiful day today..." And he grabbed Makoto and effortlessly hurled her outside.
"YOU CAN'T DO THAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat..."
Zangief nodded with satisfaction as he watched the female thief plummeting down from the 89th floor.
A small part of his brain wondered if the girl would be okay after that drop...
But then he shrugged. Back at home, he did it with all bothersome trouble makers that came into his home... And every time he had hurled them out of his little (one-storied) house, they weren't hurt that badly either...
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"I believe I can fly..." Makoto muttered weakly as she watched the approaching ground...
She felt like her fall from the 89th floor had already lasted several hours... she was still dropping like a rock, and it looked like at least half of the way was still ahead of her.
She sent a quick prayer towards heaven: "Oh kami, please don't let me land on the hard floor..."
Makoto didn't land on the hard floor.
CLONG!!
She landed on the hard traffic light standing next to the hotel building.
"Thank you VERY much, Kami..." she growled. "Ow... my head..."
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Somewhere near heaven, a certain, green-skinned Namekian rubbed his ears. "I have the feeling as if someone is talking to me..." Dende murmured. "My ears are ringing..."
Mr. Popo shrugged. "Must have been your imagination..."
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