“Well,” said Kasumi thoughtfully. “I hadn’t really considered the possibility of being Alpha, but if I had to choose...” she trailed off, her ears flattening back and her tail swaying back and forth as she became thoughtful. “Yes, I think that Setsuna Meiou would be a big help as a member of Ranma’s team.”
Cologne raised an eyebrow. “You’d suggest Setsuna?” She questioned almost disbelievingly. She couldn’t believe this girl even knew about Ms. Meiou! That was one Megami the Celestial Conspiracy tried to keep a secret.
Nodding her head firmly, the Tigress replied, “I’ve met her, she seems fairly knowledgeable and has some impressive skills and abilities.” Skills the Alpha of Ranma Saotome was sure would be very useful to her new owner and his team of pokégirls. Besides, Setsuna was someone Kasumi could tell she’d rather have on her side than as opposition. If she could recruit her, it would make them quite formidable from the get-go.
Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma could only asked, “Who?” Needless to say, he was unfamiliar with such a person.
Fortunately for Ranma, although Cologne was busying questioning the Tendo Tigress as to how she met Setsuna, an answer was forthcoming. Due to the Ret-Con, civilian Setsuna Meiou was turned into a Megami thanks to the effects of the Red Plague ravaging her body. However, the process of turning her into a pokégirl was slightly altered due to a lineage of power branching from a past life as Sailor Pluto. Thanks to this previous life along with a mixture of Psychic and Magic Sub-Elements she attained upon becoming a pokégirl, Setsuna is a Megami that has power over both time and space. However, upon finding out the kinds of power she possessed, Jim Sukotto had to instill within her on a genetic level two rules which she is forbidden from disobeying, lest she be terminated.
His eyes widening in surprise, Ranma was shocked to hear that. “Terminated?” he wondered in horror. “Why would she be terminated for using her powers?”
Because the potential from abuse of her powers is too great; she could destroy everything or take over the world if she wanted, the Great Will explained. However, Jim was not one to simply limit a pokégirl because of what she simply represents, so he installed two basic rules that she must abide by; otherwise she is free to use her powers as she sees fit. The first is that she must not travel through time; Jim understood she might be tempted to try to change things and as a result, the Megami could cause paradoxical effect that would leave time and space stuck in a loop or worse, destroy the universe as you know it. The second was that she must never cause time to stop; the potential abuse of that power alone is something that could be exploited by either her or people that might find out. Thus, despite his feelings, Jim was forced to add a chemical contingency. If she does stop time, her life is forfeit as her brain will cease to function.
That made the pigtailed martial artist wince; a motion that didn’t go unnoticed by Cologne, even in the midst of continuing to question the eldest of the Tendo daughters. “Ouch. Seems harsh to me.”
Harsh as it may be, it bears repeating that such does not mean she cannot use her powers for herself or the protection of others. Setsuna initially displayed the traditional Time-related Magic spells such as ‘Teleport’, ‘Dispel’, ‘Slow’ and ‘Haste’ but also an attack known as the ‘Dead Scream’, a very powerful attack that is unique to her; a destructive force that comes from combining both Celestial and Infernal energy at once. With time and practice, her powers have grown considerably and she has recently demonstrated a few other powers, including ‘Chronos Typhoon’, a Time and Space storm attack that allows her to slow time to the point where the opponent cannot dodge a powerful psychic blast and ‘Garnet Ball’, a defensive force-field that shields against Ghost, Magic and Psychic attacks.
Ranma considered that for a bit. That did sound rather... interesting. If Kasumi could talk her into joining them, he could already see the uses such powers would have to his goal... such as slowing down Hiroshi and Daisuke to the point where they were snails so they couldn’t run away; something he was pretty sure they were likely to do when he got his hands on the little rats.
“Okay,” he spoke up suddenly, breaking into the discussion between the Megami and the Tigress; both pokéwoman and pokégirl staring at him for a moment.
It was Cologne to speak first. “Okay... what?” the Megami had a feeling this had to do with what she felt before; a feeling similar to one of her own accessing the Cosmic Awareness, only one that had been emanating from him.
“I’m saying okay to meeting with Setsuna,” the pigtailed martial artist replied. He looked to Kasumi. “I mean, if she’s as good as you say she is, she might be worth taking the time to find out if she wants to join up with us or not, right?”
That response made the Tigress perk up with delight. “You mean, you’re taking my advice, Ranma?” she hadn’t even been his Alpha for ten minutes and he was genuinely listening to her advice. She couldn’t help but feel a warm and fuzzy feeling grow within her, making her want to continue to prove her usefulness to the nice teen...
...And maybe ride him later, but that would have to be for another time. Right now, she realized that with Ranma agreeing with her, she best try to make such a meeting happen. “Okay, Ranma,” she told her new owner with a bow of her head to him. “Let me see if I can catch Miss Meiou on the phone. Hopefully I can and then she’ll be able to come over for you to talk to her.”
As Kasumi made her way out of the room to get to the phone, Ranma let out a sigh of relief. Great. All he had to do was keep things moving, accept enough girls into his life to have them count as a team and then he could get moving. Yep. He didn’t see any problem with this whatsoever.
Fortunately, reality did see fit to smack some sense into him; the pigtailed martial artist couldn’t help but feel a chill go up his spine as he felt a firm hand place itself on his shoulder. “Uh...” he turned his head to look, suppressing a shiver as he saw a firm look on the Tendo Matriarch’s face. “Uh... hello, Tendo-san...” he said slowly as he saw and somehow felt the stern gaze of the Nekomama boring into him. “Is something wrong?”
“Shampoo would say there’s something wrong,” the Cheetah spoke up slowly. She was going to say that the problem was she wasn’t Alpha yet, but found herself unable to speak at the glare she received from the older feline pokéwoman. Lowering her head a bit in submission, the Chinese Amazon wisely took a step back and tried to appear as non-threatening as possible as to get said older feline’s attention off of her. She already had enough years shaved off her life due to scares from her great-grandmother, thank you very much!
Seeing as how the Cheetah knew her place, Kimiko turned her attention to her family’s houseguest once more. “Ranma,” she spoke his name with a serious tone. “What is going on?”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, the heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts replied, “What do you mean?”
The feline pokéwoman’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t give me that,” she said in all seriousness. “Ranma, I’ve been watching you since you first came here. I could see how uncomfortable you’ve been around not only my girls but all of us pokégirls in general. To have you suddenly decide to go rip-roaring into being a Tamer all of a sudden is so unlike you. Granted, I can accept that you’d do so, if only to finally get out of my husband’s clutches...”
“My clutches aren’t so bad...” came the disoriented male voice from the floor. He let out a pathetic groan as his wife nudged him in the chest with her foot.
“And,” the Nekomama continued, “I can also accept that you’d choose girls that you have had some history with for some time, such as the Cheetah from Joketsuzoku and my eldest daughter.” her eyes seemed to take on a dangerous glint. “But for you to suddenly go on a limb and just offer a hand out to a woman you haven’t even met and know nothing about? After all the time you spent trying to avoid pokégirls and practice those martial arts of yours? Something doesn’t sit right with me.”
Ranma winced. It was true. This was probably out of touch with how he was supposed to be in this world. He knew he was going to set things right eventually and not have to deal with any consequences, (or at least such was his plan) but he also realized that if people started questioning his ways and tried to stop him from the get-go, that he might never get anything fixed and these people would be stuck as pokégirls forever! Sighing, the raven-haired youth replied, “You’re right, Tendo-san...” he apologized. “I really should try and build up a solid team with girls I know first...” he paused for a moment to consider his words. “Maybe I should take one someone who can effectively back up Kasumi on pokégirl team matters? Could you suggest anyone?” he offered, hoping to appease the Nekomama.
Kimiko tilted her head as she considered that. While she couldn’t let the true reasoning for her apprehension be known—there was another Megami in the room—the fact of the matter was that the Nekomama knew how the Megami breed could get. They tended to have an air of righteousness about them that often bordered on self-righteous and many acted much like aloof know-nothing-know-it-alls. They received a lot of leeway from the governments and other groups and tended to take on an air of smug superiority... even as the actions of many of their kind ended up getting many more Trainers and their teams of pokégirls killed although that little tidbit of information was never recorded as such.
However, the Celestial Conspiracy was not a complete unknown, there were those who paid attention and listened to the grapevine of information. Kimiko knew that when Trainers either got an Angel, Megami or Seraph into their teams that such pokégirls were planning to use them in what they felt was a ‘greater destiny’. She knew in this case it was why Cologne had been so intent on following her young male houseguest in the first place. Kimiko had come to know and trust the Amazon Matriarch to an extent and it was why she hadn’t thrown the same fit her husband did upon finding out Shampoo was no one of Ranma’s pokégirls.
She knew nothing about this Setsuna Meiou except that she was a Megami. That had the potential to end disastrously and she’d be damned if her eldest daughter ended up as some hidden statistic!
Still... the youth had given her a great gift just now. He had said she could ‘suggest’ who he should take with him... she knew more or less he was allowing her to choose a pokégirl who could back up her eldest, and hopefully that could keep said Megami from taking control of the team and spiraling things out of control. Of course, Kimiko knew in the back of her mind that all this worrying could be for nothing and that she was making a mountain out of a mole-hill... but when it came to the safety of her family, it was better to be safe than sorry.
“Nabiki,” the Nekomama suggested, taking her hand from the young male’s shoulder.
Said Cheshire who hung about half-phased through the floor looked down curiously. What about her indeed?
“Nabiki should be your next choice,” Kimiko told him firmly. “She would be good in a support role for when you need information gathered.”
Nodding his head rapidly, the Asian youth replied, “Sure! No problem!” He fumbled for his belt and held up his PokéDex once more. “Think I should make her the Beta? That way she can help Kasumi directly.”
Smiling, the Tendo Matriarch relaxed a little at the powerful position he offered her other daughter. The Beta was the second-in-command and would often be in charge of helping the Alpha keep the pokégirl team stable and aid in the training of the other pokégirls. It was also often the least desired position within the team, as the Beta acted as the liaison between the Alpha and any unruly pokégirls that resented the Alpha. Yet, Kimiko knew that if anyone could handle such responsibilities, it would be Nabiki. “Thank you. I want to make sure Kasumi has someone she can rely on in her Team. Someone that will back her up in case anything funny starts to happen.”
Although she kept silent, the Elder Cologne’s eyes narrowed. She hadn’t liked how the mother of the Tendo household spoke, as if she were insinuating something. It felt almost like an insult to her but she couldn’t place why.
“What’s this?” Jim asked as he placed his new drink down on the bar kiosk counter-top.
The Espea dubbed ‘Number Six’ raised her head, violet eyes shimmering. “I said your nephew has chosen his Beta. Nabiki Tendo. Cheshire.”
That made an eyebrow on Jim’s forehead rise above the rim of his sunglasses considerably. “Nabiki Tendo? First he takes Kasumi as his Alpha and now her sister as his Beta?” the scientist brought his hand to his chin, his mind going a mile a minute as he considered this turn of events. “Hmm... not really someone I’d have chosen but perhaps he knows something I don’t.” lowering his hand, he chuckled. “Then again, I can understand why he’d choose her.”
Having stood beside her employer as she remained vigilant and on guard, Number Thirteen didn’t take her eyes off of their surroundings as she asked, “And what would you understand?”
Smirking, the Japanese-Irishman gave his Samurai a mischievous grin. “He never was all that good with paperwork. He’s a doer not a thinker, per se. With Nabiki able to handle the little details he would miss—not to mention any paperwork that isn’t automatic—he will find the path of the PokéBattler easier to handle.”
Nodding her head in agreement, Number Six couldn’t help but interject, “Indeed she is a good choice. Yet the Cheshire breed is not renowned for its combat abilities. He only has two combat-capable pokégirls on hand as of right now; one more would be really helpful before a rival shows up.”
Jim chuckled. “Certainly,” he replied. “But that’ll be up to Ranma. If he doesn’t...” he trailed off, reaching for his drink once more. “I’m still sure he’ll be able to hold his own.” Rearing his head back he downed the contents of his shot-glass before placing it back onto the bar counter and motioning for a refill. “After all, he has been training in martial arts nearly as long as he’s been able to walk. If there’s one thing that hair-brained scheme of Genma’s managed... it gave the boy a tactically-minded, quick-witted reaction time. He’ll handle it...” the creator of pokégirls reached for his second shot and held it up, studying the amber liquid for a moment. “Even if he doesn’t realize what he’s doing.”
He then downed the shot once more, before once again slamming said crystal drinking-glass down onto the counter once more. “You can quote me on that.”
Her head flat on the desk, viridian hair splayed out all about her, Setsuna had to wonder: how it had come to this?
Oh no, not the conflicting memories. She could remember having those since the beginning. It was the realization of what life she was currently on that made her want to cry. Sure there was no Dark Kingdom and she didn’t have to drive herself crazy through the effort of making sure Crystal Tokyo happened; reality had been screwed with far beyond such an outcome to be even approachable.
Well, not exactly true. There were a few possibilities that existed, less than 0.000000001% chance, but she’d rather avoid those realities, thank you very much!
Especially Dark Bondage Queen Serenity. Her ass felt sore from just watching that timeline...
She just wished she wasn’t part of some damned conspiracy made up of a bunch of Celestial-aligned busybodies with nothing better to do than to nit-pick, nag and trick humanity to get them set on a path of self-realization and enlightenment!
Granted, she’d been doing that herself back when she was Sailor Pluto... but she was getting TIRED of it!
...
......
.........
Okay, conspiracies were all the rage during the 1900’s, specifically the 50’s and 60’s—great, now she had a craving for brownies—but not when you were dragged into them as a secret weapon.
“Why the hell can’t they just leave me alone for once?” she grumbled as she reached for her medicine and best friend, ‘Mr. Jack Daniels’. Rising up slowly in her office chair, the currently Megami pokéwoman Meiou brought the bottle to her lips, needing that sweet, sweet relief of blessed bourbon.
And she knew it was blessed; she herself put the blessing on it!
Sacramental Hooch... why wouldn’t any of the Conspiracy allow her to integrate that into their monthly referendums? It would make things so much easier for everyone, but no! The Celestials bitched and moaned about how it led to ‘unclear thinking’ and lead to the releasing of ‘inner demons’. That was racist against the happy and loose drunks!
“...I may need to cut back,” she murmured, looking at the empty bottles by her table. “I’m smarter than that. There has to be a better word for that than racist. Drunks aren’t a race.”
Sighing, she walked around her apartment/prison. In a way, she could count her blessings. In this reality, no more, ‘oops, didn’t know you were in the shower’ from Haruka. No more talks with the princess—either one—about why Crystal Tokyo couldn’t have ‘official’ ice cream and sodas.
Perhaps, she could just enjoy the vacation as it was. A chance to kick back, unwind and...
“...Do all this paperwork...” the former Senshi of Time groaned as she realized the amount of papers and folders that had piled up on her ‘IN’ Box and the couple of token papers that were alone in the ‘OUT’ Box.
Oh yes, now she remembered why she was a prisoner here. In this timeline, her powers were deemed too powerful for the normal populace by the Conspiracy and until there was someone that specifically asked for her and could get the clearance from Sukebe Inc.—a lot of fat chance that happening—she was destined to be the Celestial Conspiracy’s bureaucratic bitch.
She stared at the papers, summoning her Garnet Rod. It would be so easy, so simple, to end her troubles with one simple ‘oops’ attack...
Her left eye twitched as she watched a force-field of some sort shimmered into existence around the ‘IN’ Box. “Right, done that before,” she muttered, dismissing her rod. “Man, what I wouldn’t give for a change of scenery...”
*RING-RING*!
“...Why do I get the same feeling I get when a Senshi wants to talk about female issues?” muttered Setsuna, as she stared at her phone—covered with stickers for food delivery.
*RING-RING*!
Sighing, the Megami decided to just get it over with. Walking closer to the end of her desk with said phone, she reached down and grabbed said device, picking it up from its cradle and bringing it to the side of her head. “Hello, Megami Relief Office, Aza Juuban, Representative Setsuna Meiou speaking...”
Oh, if only this Megami COULD get some relief...
“Oh, hello, Setsuna-chan!” came a calm voice over the phone.
Tension vanished from her frame, almost as if the voice was a spell on its own. It made her wish this woman had been her friend in the original timeline, a source of camaraderie that went beyond Senshi, someone who you could chat with without the phrase ‘Remember the time we saved X from Y’. Yes, Kasumi was a safe voice, a voice that offered a rock in this crazy world.
Relaxing where she stood, the Megami let off a breath of relief. “Hello, Kasumi-chan. It’s wonderful to hear from you,” the green-tressed pokéwoman replied in full honesty. “I haven’t seen you since the last time I was allowed out to pick up groceries.” Which for her, was a once a month affair where she was escorted by a couple of Angels: one of which oddly enough had an Infernal Sub-Element. “What has you calling me?”
“Well,” the Tigress on the other end of the line replied. “I do have a request to make.”
“A request, huh?” Setsuna asked. She sighed to herself as she got back down into her chair. It looked like this was a business call. “What can the Megami Relief Office help you with today? Do you wish to report any pokégirl abuse?” She frowned. If that idiot father of hers was coming down on her even harder than normal to do the house-work and chores alongside her mother...
“Oh no,” replied Kasumi. “Everyone I’ve seen has been very nice to their pokégirls. I was calling because I was just chosen as Alpha for a new Pokégirl Team.”
Setsuna blinked her eyes at that. Kasumi wasn’t a fighter. A lover? Very likely. A schemer? Not a chance. And definitely not a fighter! Who would have picked her for an Alpha?
At the woman’s silence, the Tigress blurted out, “Well, to make a long story short, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me and join his team.”
That made the pokéwoman perk up. “Wait! You're offering me a chance to join you as a member of your team?”
“That’s right!” came the Tendo Tigress’ ecstatic cry. “My new owner accepted my suggestion and said he’d be willing to meet with you to see if you’d be a good addition to the team. But knowing both of you, I’m sure he’ll accept you without hesitation.”
Although she knew the Tigress could not see it, the smile on Setsuna’s face was a sad one. “That...” she sighed. “That is an incredible gift, Kasumi... and one I treasure immensely.” the Megami leaned forward, resting her left arm across the desk top as her right hand held the phone to the side of her head. “Sadly, it cannot be.”
“Oh?” Came Kasumi’s reply. “Why not?” she asked, obvious concern lacing her voice. “I don’t see why he wouldn’t accept you.”
Sighing, Setsuna replied, “I’m a special case, Kasumi. Unless this Trainer has an in with the higher-ups of Sukebe Incorporated to gain specific authentication need for my registration, I’m stuck here.”
The Megami raised an eyebrow. She could hear Kasumi’s giggles over the phone.
“Okay, Kasumi; who is he?” sighed Setsuna, knowing if she didn’t, she might get caught in a guessing game. But unlike, once again, the Senshi, it wouldn’t last half an hour.
Outside the building Setsuna was secretly being kept in, the afternoon proceeded quietly.
“WHAT!?”
Blinking, the pedestrians turned towards the building, stared for a moment, shrugged, and continued on their way.
It wasn’t just the old Nerima where people ignored such things.
“Are you serious!?” Setsuna cried out in desperation; something she was trying to keep from her voice but this was the best hope she had since... EVER! “You’re the Alpha in the Team that belongs to Jim’s nephew? Jim Sukotto, CEO of Sukebe Inc.!?”
“Oh yes,” replied Kasumi. “And he’s such a nice boy too. He’s been here only for a little bit but all the pokégirls seem to really like him. Why, I can see a group of them coming down the sidewalk right now. I wonder what they’re here for?”
Setsuna twitched. Oh hell no! She was not about to lose a chance to get out of this home confinement from hell—damned Infernal Subtype was always pinching her butt when no one was looking—because of a bunch of horny teens! She had enough of that in her old life, thank you very much!
“I’ll be there in a few moments,” Setsuna hurriedly replied. She then slammed the phone down on the cradle and cracking it before ran for the door...
Only to jump back as she received a firm electrical shock! “DAMN IT!” the Megami cursed as she slapped her cheeks to straighten out her line of thought. She’d forgotten the Conspiracy had placed a security measure from allowing her to simply walk out. It was bad enough that they built this corner apartment with Teleportation Blocks to keep her from simply leaving in and out on her own volition, but the main entrance itself was guarded from her exit as well.
“NUTS TO THAT!” the green-tressed pokéwoman shouted. She was not going to allow them to—
She paused and turned to look at the back window; the wall made up of a several windows Plexiglas to allow maximum sunlight in and a wonderful view of the cityscape so she wouldn’t feel like the prisoner she was.
The small, mischievous grin on her face soon blossomed into an outright devilish smile.
Outside of the building, people and pokégirls alike looked up as a desk crashed through a twenty-second story window; a woman sitting atop of said furniture, laughing maniacally as papers of all sorts went fluttering into the air as she rode the large piece of mahogany all the way down.
Shrugging—aside from some side steps to avoid being crushed by said desk—the people resumed their previous actions.
A normal day in this small part of the world.
Sitting up high in his gold-plated and leather regal sedan chair, adorned with the noble and mythical steeds known as ‘unicorns’, Kuno felt like the utmost symbol of manliness. Although the vertical seam at the front of the glow-in-the-dark neon-green garment he wore that created the contoured pouch which accommodated and accentuated his manliness itched like all get-out, the Seamstress pokégirl had assured him that is was the very thing needed to define his masculinity.
Still, he wouldn’t allow such feelings of personal discomfort due to the male thong get in the way of his triumph. This was a time of pomp of his circumstance; his moment of glory! This was cause for celebration! He would be taking the Tendo pokégirl for himself, following the way of the PokéBattler and—
“Excuse me, Miss?” the scion of the house of Kuno slowly asked as he looked down at the woman wiping a paintbrush over his bare-chest, leaving a glistening residue with each stroke. “But what, pray-tell, are you doing to my noble pectorals?”
The pokégirl didn’t even look up from her work as she replied, “Body butter.”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, Tatewaki again had to ask, “Body butter?”
“Yes,” the Seamstress pokégirl replied. “Like massage oil, it’s a pampering product that is meant to give a smooth, muscular body like yours a brilliant shine.” she looked up at him, giving him a hesitant expression. “The Lord Kuno does deserve such pampering on the eve of his impeding victory and glory, to shine like the brilliant bolt of blue lightning he is, does he not?”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, the kendoist replied, “BUT OF COURSE!” He said held his bokken aloft with his right arm as he proclaimed, “It is the veritable time for the Noble Scion of the House of Kuno to shine! Why not make such in the literal sense as well as the sentiment?” He laughed haughtily, his pectorals shaking and glistening in the light.
As the Seamstress continued to butter him up, Tatewaki asked, “...Wouldst thou mind wiping some butter upon my noble posterior?” He tilted to the side, his butt-cheek coming free with a semi-ripping sound. “My perspiration makes the leather stick to my valiant hind-quarters.”
Taking a moment to suppress a shiver—and the nightmares she was sure to come—the Seamstress replied, “Sure. Just lift and...” she tried not to look as she felt the brush feel along the counter of his butt-cheek. Reeling it back and hearing the ‘squish’ noise as he sat back down, she walked around to the other side, repeating the treatment for the other side of his posterior.
As he had his bottom buttered, Tatewaki couldn’t help but notice something off about the set-up. “Excuse me, Miss?”
Pausing in her body buttering, the pokégirl replied, “Yes?”
“I know I asked for blue balloons with which are to be released into the sky once we reach the Tendo premises and I proclaim my love for my pokégirl,” Kuno said as he motioned to two oiled-up body-builders in g-strings and wooden sandals that were holding onto a large net that contained at least three dozen of said balloons. “But why do all the balloons have rainbows on them?”
“Well, that is to show that after the long rain, the sun has come and shines down a rainbow upon the masses, showing them the long night is at an end,” the pokégirl blatantly lied through her teeth, pretty sure the idiot would buy that.
And he did. “Yes, of course!” Tatewaki crowed, his laughter making his athletic body glisten in the light. “As light shines through the rain-waters left behind, prisms of beauty and truth shall cut through the lies that wish to hide the manliness that is the great Tatewaki Kuno, age seventeen!” He laughed more haughtily as he lowered his other cheek down back onto the leather, a squishing noise following that sounded akin to a wet fart.
Shuddering the pokégirl was looking physically ill. “Well, my lord Kuno,” she said as she took a step back. “Everything should be in place.”
Feeling pride swell within him, the heir of the Kuno family roared, “Then let us be off! Porters!” He called out; two glistening-skinned muscle-bodied men each going to either side of the two long poles that allowed them to heft up his chair. The eight men were each dressed in a way that represented an aspect of the Kuno family. The Police Officer whom enforced the law, the Indian Chief that respected the old ways, the Cowboy who would tame the wilderness, the Biker who could equally wield such a wild nature, the Construction Worker who built empires from the ground up, the Military Man whom fought for country and freedom, the Admiral whom would lead such armies to victory, and the Sailor, whom guarded the waters of his fair land.
As he rode high on his sedan, Kuno cackled. “Yes! This is it! Open the gates and sing the victory march of Tatewaki Kuno!!”
The long muscleman in the back turned on the karaoke tape that was in the boom-box he held up. A rather techno-like disco beat coming to life.
“Hey! Hey! HEY, HEY, HEY! Macho, macho MAN! I want to be! A MACHO MAN! Macho, macho, macho~ooo MA~AAAAN!”
As the parade of Kuno started to waltz its way past the front tori gates of the Kuno Estate, the Seamstress took out a cell phone and dialed a few buttons. Holding it to her ear, she waited for a few rings before she head the line pick up. “Hello, Miss Saotome?” She spoke up. She grinned deviously as she said, “Mission accomplished.”
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