The woman once known as Misato Katsuragi, former Captain of the Imperial Air Force, checked herself out before reporting to her new posting. First impressions were important! Her uniform was a combination of traditional samurai garb and modern prim and proper maid dress. Buckles and pleats were in order. The important accessories were in place, properly cleaned and ready for action; a semi automatic pistol easily accessible on her hip, and the more formal sword slung stately across her back.
Adjusting the frilled cap one last time, slave mitzy let herself enjoy a self satisfied smile. It felt good to be back in uniform, even that of a privately-owned mamaluk-yojimbo. No, especially that of her master’s slave, the little voice inside told herself. It was a most prestigious position and, although still a little fuzzy on the details, she was glad to have been persuaded to enslave herself. It was vital she do well! She felt a fierce determination to do anything to please her young master well up inside her. She would prove herself capable!
She stood in the position of deceptively relaxed attention the deadly little program tickling the back of her mind labeled, ‘sleepy owl watches the field’, and waited patiently. Hands clasped in front of her waist, back held straight but shoulders loose, a mysterious, demure smile on her face, and politely downcast eyes that lightly flicked across the room for hidden enemies. It was the perfect mix of ornamental decoration and lethal poise.
The program triggered her out of her medatative trance with a threat evaluation alert. She was pleased that no perceptable change crossed her features as she took notice of an office bunnie leading a handsome boy and a R.E.I. in a cutesy fetish maid uniform. The bunnie was known and mitzy would have greeted Maya if not for her need to remain stoic on duty. Besides, the other two drew her attention like a magnet.
Naturally, threat assessment of the R.E.I. redlined, despite the that attempt to pretty her up and the lack of (obvious) weapons and mitzy agreed; she was still a R.E.I. after all. No one who knew one could ever consider a R.E.I. anything but a deadly little accident waiting to happen through calousness or carelessness.
However, it was the young male that centered mitzy’s attention, and not because of the yojimbo training program. Rather, not precisely that. She’d never met him before, but her latest brainstamp had obviously contained an imprint of his features. She’d known that she had been primed, but the intensity of her response surprised her. Had she been free, she would have described it as love at first sight. As a freshly imprinted slave, mitzy knew him as her master and had to force herself not to throw herself at him. It took all her military training to hold back until the ache passed.
She’d have to report that someone in programming had tweaked the erotic overtones a little too high. Mentally, she tsked, for that someone was in trouble. A careless mistake like that that could cost the company’s reputation. It would never do for a yojimbo to show such unprofessional urges.
Then her train of thought was derailed by Maya formally introducing her master. “Mister Ranma Saotome, this is your slave, … mitzy.”
Slave mitzy fought back a frown at the ammused smirk in the office bunnie’s voice. But, like whatever unimportant thoughts she’d been having, mitzy let the breif annoyance fade at the sound of her master’s voice.
“Ah. Hi there.” He sounded so… disapointingly hesitant really. “Ah, nice to meet you?” She’d have to work on his self confidence.
“Slave mitzy reporting for duty, Master Saotome,” she saluted formally, then added warmly, “it’s nice to meet you too, Master Ranma. This slave looks forward to serving as her master’s bodyguard and governess. She is sure her position under him will bring great pleasure.”
“I don’t need no body guard,” he stated reflexively.
She felt a breif stab of rejection, but did recognise male bravado when she heard it. “Oh, but Master, this slave can be very useful. She suggests that her master consider everything she can do for him. Slave mitzy promises to do her very best. Your body is important to her!”
“Why are you talking like that?”
She frowned. “Slave mitzy does not understand, Master. What is wrong with the way she talks?” And why did people keep laughing behind her back about it?
Her master immediately flipped to the defensive. “Ah, nothin’ I guess.”
“I any case, Mister Saotome,” Maya interjected. “The important point is that as your governess, you new slave will also be serving as your legal guardian.”
“Huh? There’s a law requiring me to have a bodyguard now?”
“No, Master Ranma. She means that slave mitzy will be standing en loco parentis.”
“I know my pop’s a little nuts at times, but what’s that got to do with anything?”
A confussed mitzy looked to Maya for support. The office bunnie rolled her eyes and began to explain, “It’s like this, Mister Saotome,…”
Ranma turned his head to look for his father. “Huh, Pop’s not here.”
“Miss Maya means you, Master Saotome,” mitzy prompted. “In any case, that’s the point. Slave mitzy will be taking care of her master now, since his father is unavailable.”
“Huh? Why not?”
“Well, you see,” Maya explained, “While you were, ah, getting acquainted with your Rei model, your father… how can I put this?”
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