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Pinzu vs The Pussy (A 100% Orange Juice Adventure)	By : Boo-Sama Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2724 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This fanfiction is based on the characters and fandom of 100% Orange Juice. I do not own 100% Orange Juice, nor do I make a profit from this story.

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*Sherry used Dinner*

With all of her bones no longer being broken, Hime smashed a hand out from under the destroyed craps table, and crawled out from under it. In hindsight, hiding under the craps table after the cops stormed in was most likely not the wisest decision on her part. In fact, she most likely should have just let the cops find her. However, the exploshion scared her, and she felt the instinctual need to hide from whoever caused it until Suguri came back from wherever she was. Never in a thousand years would she expect someone, whoever it was, to be sent flying into it, smashing every single bone in her body. If it weren’t for dinner, she’d most likely be dead. But she wasn’t, which was good enough for Hime.

Hime attempted to get back onto two feet. However, while Dinner’s effects did heal her body, it did not purge it from the gratuitous amount of booze she had ingested earlier, meaning she simply fell right back down upon getting into a mere crawling position. Hime sighed in frustration, knowing full well how pathetic this situation was for her. However, spite how sad this was, she was almost glad she was forced to be so low to the ground as she noticed something under the neighboring craps table.

With not much else to do until Suguri popped up again, Hime crawled under that table and took a nice, long look at whatever the thing was. It seemed to be a camera of sorts with suction cups on one side of it, making it perfect for filing things while mounted on a wall. How quaint! She decided to boot it up and see if there was anything in it that would help her find out who the owner was. She wouldn’t snoop on anything too personal looking, just something basic, like a selfie. That would pin down whoever owned it, for sure!

She looked into the camera’s memory, and was genuinely surprised to see a video taken not so long ago, and from the first frame… Suguri was visible in it… She felt like this wasn’t going to help find the owner, but, it might help her find Suguri if it was taken only a half hour or so ago, so what the heck? She booted up the video and…

“We’re doing this now……… So you and Hime, please, tell me more about your beautiful relationship.”

“You piece of fucking-” Hime suddenly clamped her head over her mouth. Both at Suguri’s hasty language, but more so over the fact that some man with a pumpkin head just stepped on Suguri’s hand!!! What!?... What was this!?!? Did this really happen so shortly ago!?

“I said, tell me MORE about your beautiful relationship with Hime.”

“EErrrrg… Shit, fine, we met one day during the Little War, there were some lasers, that shit ended, and we’ve been together ever since. She didn’t, and still doesn’t understand all the customs of normal living, so I’ve been hanging around her ever since to keep her safe, okay?”

“Oooooh, I think it goes deeper then that, Suguri. Please, more detail.”

“What do you want me to say? I just care for her well being, and she’s a nice person to be around, that’s all!!! There’s nothing DEEPER to it then that!” This was unlike Suguri, there wasn’t a single thing like Suguri in this Suguri Hime was watching. She was far more… Emotional, lively, and just overall less intimidating. Hime may have taken offense to Suguri’s words on how simple their relationship was, however, she knew she was jesting. They didn’t just “meet up” one day, they literally had a death struggle on Shifu’s ship with a bunch of lasers and magical chains and shit. She was most likely just saying what the man wanted to hear, which may also explain her sudden emotional shift, which was fine with Hime. She just hoped this video would have a happy ending. She truly did care about Suguri, even if she still wasn’t too sure about what her relationship was with her yet.

“..... Oh really?’

“Yes! Now please, just turn that camera off.”

“Well, I do think that THIS, says otherwise.” …. Oh? What’s he taking out?

***

After beating Tomato to a near bloody pulp, The Chief had finally tuckered herself out. With just being properly served, she got out a pair of handcuffs and-

*Sherry used Dinner*

“FUCK YOU!!!” Tomato yelled, immediately tossing a pipe-bomb out of seemingly nowhere, blasting The Chief in the face. The Chief was tough girl, thus this didn’t phase her too much. However, it gave Tomato enough time to scamper back downstairs, both to find an exit, and Mimyuu. The Chief, after the smoke cleared, immediately took off to stop Tomato before she could completely escape from her line of sight… Well, Tomato had already did, but how hard could finding a Waruda in a casino be? It’ll be as easy and hide and seek, except with JUSTICE.

***

After making his cool one liner, Pinzu instantly opened fire on Yuki. However, using almost cat-like reflexes, Yuki immidietly ducked and began running to find cover. Yuki was not running from a fight, she was merely trying to get the tactical advantage over someone who clearly has the firearm advantage, she swears.

Pinzu attempted to fire some more rounds at her as she ran away like a pussy, however, his revolvers had already ran dry. Without wasting a second more, he tossed the worthless guns aside and pulled out two more from his cloak as if her were Reaper, followed by giving chase to Yuki, his bone armor making a constant clacking noise as he moved.

Yuki swiftly leaped over a row of slot machines, and poked her gun over them, proceeding to open blind fire for a few rounds to try and spook Pinzu. After letting out a few rounds, she peeked her head over the machine a bit to see if it worked, only for a revolver round to immediately pierce right through her right cat ear. Yuki ducked back under cover. Evidently, he was not fucking around this time. Yuki sat back and tried to think of a battle plan during the few seconds she had before Pinzu came barreling around to blow her head off. If he tries to shoot her from over/atop the machines, she can easily just disarm him and counter attack with a melee strike, and if he comes from the side, she’ll simply have to try and kite him while firing a few rounds at him, and take cover once again. As much as she hated to admit it, Pinzu’s superior armor and weaponry had her beat as is. There was no way she was going to be able to handle something like this by playing fairly, the odds just weren't in her favor… Unless….

A few seconds passed, and boom, Pinzu went for the over-the-machine tactic, pointing a gun clean over to get Yuki from above. Yuki immediately grabbed the gun, and twisted it out of Pinzu’s hand, followed by grabbing his entire arm and suplexing him over the row of machines in front of her. While he was flipped, she quickly threw off his helmet and proceeded to scratch him in the face.

“OW!!!” Pinzu screamed, a large scratch mark over his face now “NO CLAWS, DAMNIT!!!”

“I’M A CAT, DAMNIT!!! THAT’S MY GOD GIVEN RIGHT!!!!” Pinzu in responded belted her over the forhead with the revolver he had in his other hand. “OOOOOOOOOOOW!!!”

“HA! BITCH!!!” Yuki then kicked Pinzu while in her sitting position. “OW!” Yuki promptly chuckled at Pinzu’s suffering. “ALRIGHT THAT DOES IT!!!” In a very sudden display of skill, Pinzu somehow jumped back onto two feet, and swiftly turned around to put Yuki at gunpoint. “THE GAME END-” Yuki immediately slapped the gun out of his hand and pounced him, engaging into a sort of football tackle while getting back onto two feet, pushing him backwards several feet until finally slamming him into a slot machine. She then ripped the handle off of the slot machine while Pinzu was stunned and proceeded to beat him over the head with it.

“OW! OW! OW!” Pinzu screamed as the metal handle thwacked his exposed head “STOP IT! THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE MY EPIC COMEBACK!!!”

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!!!” Yuki yelled, reeling her hands back to give Pinzu another blow. Before she could, Pinzu did his trademark move, kneeing the genitals. He did just that, and since he had spiky bone knee guards, that shit HURT.

“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!” Yuki screamed like a cat being fucked by another cat, which is typically not a very pleasurable experience for the female since male cats have barbed penises, that is unless the female cat is kinky as fuck, this doesn’t care, and Pinzu whipped out his revolver to finish the job. However, he forgot Yuki tossed the gun he currently had on him to the side. Knowing that grabbing another gun would result in Yuki having potentially enough time to recover, he saved time and some face by punching Yuki in the face with a right hook. Yuki’s head moved right with the hit, and she touched her own face. She then slowly looked back at Pinzu, almost in horror.

“Dude…. Did you just hit a girl?” She asked seemingly genuinely.

“.... Uh, yeah?”

“Dude…. THAT’S SEXIST!!!”

“WH-WHAT!?” Pinzu stuttered. This was escalated far faster than he had anticipated. She began to walk to the left of him while yelling, causing him to instinctually back up.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS! YOU ACTUALLY HIT A GIRL HEAD ON WITH YOUR FIST!? THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE IN MODERN SOCIETY!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT IS FOR ASIAN WOMAN, OR ANY WOMAN PERIOD TO MAKE AN HONEST LIVING IN THIS SOCIETY!?” Pinzu was just flat out dumbfounded and confused. He completely forgot about his infinite cache of revolvers in his armor, he just didn’t want to be part of this conversation.

“B-b-b-but you shot me! You literally murdered me!!! That’s-”

“MY RIGHT OF SELF DEFENSE!!! Jesus HOW INSENSITIVE ARE YOU!?!? Oh! Oh! Oh! I bet you didn’t even hit me cause I’m a girl, it’s cause I’m an ASIAN GIRL! That’s your fetish ISN’T IT!? TO MANHANDLE HOT ASIAN WOMAN!!! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!!!!”

“UH-GA! UM! LIKE.. UH” Pinzu attempted to say something in response, but Yuki kept on talking, giving him new things to think about. He merely just kept backing up away from Yuki as she walked twords him.

“ADMIT IT! You want to bend me over and RAPE me, don’t you!? You want to just STRIP OFF all my clothing, as well as all and ANY innocence I have away from me. You just want to make me just another trophy on your list of VIOLATED WOMAN, DON’T YOU!?!?”

“THAT IS BESIDES THE POINT OF ME HITTING YOU!!!”

“YOU CONFESS!!! YOU CONFESSED!!!! YOU UNBELIEVABLE PIG!!!!! I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!”

“B-B-BELIEVE WHAT!?”

“That this actually worked.” Yuki then pushed Pinzu lightly on the chest, causing him to take a single step more backwards.

*click*

“..... What…. What did I just step on?” Pinzu asked. Yuki did not respond, however. She merely began grinning like an idiot as her eyes glittered with malicious expectation of what was to come. Pinzu raised his foot to view whatever he stepped on.“.........FFFFFFFFFFFFUCK!!!!”

*Pinzu activated Exchange*

Yuki immediately checked her right hand, and witnessed as it was now clad in a gauntlet of skin and bone. She looked down at the rest of her body, and smiled even harder as she admired how she was now completely clad in Pinzu’s bone armor. But best of all, she looked over at Pinzu, who was now in a white button-up shirt, a sexy red tie, stockings, and a skirt. The crapshoot plan she thought up in 10 seconds had worked perfectly without as much as a single hitch. It was beautiful. And it was a shit trap-card throw too!!! That’s the best part of it all!!! She added too much tilt to it and it went soaring in the wrong direction, and she was still able to get him on it!!!!! THIS WAS TOO FUCKING PERFECT!!!!

Pinzu looked down at his new outfit…. Weird, under all this, he didn’t expect Yuki to wear boxers. That at least makes this a bit less awkward… It was still really, really tight. Definitely a size or so smaller than what he should be wearing. However, the pleasantries stopped at the skirt, lewd button up shirt, sexy time, he was basically dressed like a high-school styled stripper. He’s comment on the stockings, but those were so tight, they literally exploded into little shreds of fabric upon warping onto his body.

“Wow. Cunt move, Yuki. Cunt move.” Pinzu commented all pissy. Yuki shrugged and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I guess it was… Watcha gonna do about it, bitch?” Yuki asked.

“Well, I might not have my armor, but I DO HAVE YOUR….” He searched around his outfit. However, no form of weapons could be found on his person. “Shit, hold on, where do you hide your stuff?”

“Usually in my cleavage, but before you rushed me like an idiot, I discarded everything that was on me that had any remote use as a weapon. You’re completely disarmed.”

“..... Shit.”

“Better luck next life.” Yuki then pulled out a pair of revolvered from Pinzu’s armor and opened fire. However, Pinzu ran like a bitch before he could end up like his mom. Pinzu had one shot to look cool, and he fucking blew it, just like everything else in his life. GOD DAMNIT.

***

Tomato scampered down the stairs as fast as she could while The Chief was distracted. Her only main goal right now was to find Mimyuu, and after that, and hitch a ride on one of the standby escape helicopters. She could tell the helicopters had come, since they could be clearly seen flying over the casino from where she was since someone opened the ceiling, most likely to air the place out since the place was going up in smoke. One could easily mistake these for police choppers, but that’s the genius of the design. Their so close to the design of police choppers, Robo Balls can’t tell the difference, and won’t shoot them down unless directly ordered to. Tomato designed them, so she should fucking know. Everything she makes is fucking perfect, and has a dick SOMEWHERE in the design, cause if you can’t fuck it, why bother? That’s at least her fucking policy in her creation process. Fuck you Yuki, Tomato can do whatever the fuck she wants.

While lost in thought about her robot dicks, Tomato rather accidentally ran straight into Kiriko. The two fell over, and Tomato screamed the C word as she toppled over like a clutz. Tomato quickly got up, not offering a hand to Kiriko to help her up as well, spite Kiriko being in a bit of a limp.

“Any idea where the other are!?” Tomato quickly asked.

“I mean, not at the moment.”

“Great, your useless, thanks.” Tomato immediately ran off… It was at times like these where Kiriko pondered her career choice. Spite what she said earlier, about how the Waruda was like her family, she honestly didn’t actually give too much of a crap about them. If anything, she’s been using this job of being their top scientist as an excuse to just make the things she wants without any of the financial restrictions. Only 20% of the things she’s made in her tower have actually been utilized by the Waruda. The other 80% was, in all honesty, just Kiriko fucking around and playing god…. What was she even doing anymore? What did she even- Kiriko let out a very sudden, very loud, disgusting, drunken burp….. Yeah… That actually explains far more than words could describe. She decided to hold onto bitching about her what she stood for in life until she was actually sober, and could think rationally.

Kiriko got up, stumbled a bit from her limp, and began moving towards… Somewhere, I don’t know. There was this slight feeling in her body like she should have been healed by something, but card effects involving healing don’t really phase anymore, not with all the weird crap she’s done to herself anyways, which says something cause half of the people here are cyborg android AI clone things, and they still get healing from cards, but not Kiriko… Jesus fuck, maybe she has been going overboard with the self experimentation… Oh well, who cares anyways? Not Kiriko, at least not at the mo- OH FUCK HER BAG FROM PEAT’S AIRSHIP, WHERE WAS IT!?!? Kiriko immediately broke into a limp sprint to find it. Last she remembered, she left it at the bar. Hopefully nobody did something stupid to it.

***

“And this is BALTHAZAR!!! >:D” Mimyuu announced in a triumphant fashion, showing off her shiny salamence to Sham.

“WOOOOOOOOAH!!!” Sham squeed while looking at the green and orange dragon while still clutching her own DS. “How did you get that!?”

“Weeks of breeding, Sham, weeks, and weeks of breeding. ‘^_^” Mimyuu just let Sham oogle at her baby, letting her marvel over the effort, the love, the incredible stats, the moveset, all of it. “Alright, enough looking, you show me something now! :D”

“Well, my most special mon in nowhere as cool but…” Sham flicked around in her box a bit until she found him “Ah! Here we go!” Sham then turned her DS so Mimyuu could see.

“..... A shiny crobat? -_-” It was, indeed, just a shiny lvl 100 crobat, orginally named “Green”

“Yeah, I told you it wasn’t all that special, but, he’s special to me.” Sham replied. Mimyuu just sighed.

“Why?”

“He was my first one from all the way back in gen 2.”

“.... What!? O_O” Mimyuu’s expression of boredom quickly went to that of amazement “You mean from like Heartgold or Soulsilver, right? ._.”

“Nope, all the way back to normal silver.” Mimyuu jetted her head right back over to the thing. This pokemon… This wasn’t just any shiney crobat, it was a FUCKING RELIC OF TIME!!! The odds of finding a shiny at all back then were near impossible! To find one back then and somehow keep transferring it from game to game endlessly was just flat out ridiculous!!! Mimyuu had nothing to say, her face said it all. Sham simply smiled in response, letting her get a full look over it.

“Sugooooi. *o*” Sham chuckled. Mimyuu was so cute when she wasn’t physically assaulting people with a hammer.

“So what’s your favorite pokemon?” Sham asked to break Mimyuu’s attention from Green.

“..... Huh? ._.” Mimyuu asked, leaving her trance. “O-OH! Um….. Ah…. Well, do you mean for battling or design wise? Cause for battling it’s DEFINITELY Balthazar. ^_^”

“Design wise.”

“Ah. Well, in that cause it’s Banette! It’s small, cute, but eats souls, just like Mimyuu!!! >:D” Sham agreed to herself that Mimyuu was too fucking precious for this world. “So what about you? What pokemon you like? :o”

“Oh, um… Well, it’s a bit of an unpopular opinion bu-”

“DEW IT! >:3”

“... Beheeyem.”

“.... Who? ._.” Sham flicked through her box and showed it. The one she showed was a normal level 72 Beheeyem named “Mira”. “OH THAT THING!? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!? >:V”

“Yes, I am! I think it’s cool!”

“NO IT’S NOT! It reeks ass in battle, it looks dumb, in the anime it SOUNDS dumb-”

“THE ANIME IS NOT CANON!!! IN THE GAME IT SOUNDS COOL!!!”

“No! Fuck you you! Just spite you, the anime’s voice is canon, and it also looks stupid!!! >:c”

“The design is NOT stupid! It wears a cool captains cloak, it uses those cool little colored lights on it’s hand to communicate, it’s head looks cool-”

“IT LOOKS DUUUUUUUMB!!! >:V”

“BANETTE IT LITERALLY A FUC-UUDGING DOLL!!!” (Nice Save! +10)

“You take that back you son of a bitch. O_e”

“Make me, buttermuffin.”

“DON’T LOW GRADE INSULT MIMYUU!!!! D:<” Driven to her breaking point, Mimyuu folded up her DS, tucked it away, and began hitting Sham as hard as she could using her natural strength, which roughly felt like being whacked with a cardboard paper towel tube. With no other choice given, Sham had to give into physical violence to protect herself. She folded and tucked away her DS, and began lightly bapping Mimyuu in the head to make her stop. This was truly a struggle of the gods.

***

Sora’s eyes groggily opened back up from the blast from earlier. She was flipped completely upside down, leaning against a wall, revealing about as much as her body as you would expect from someone who refused to wear pants instead of a skirt. After quickly correcting this error by getting back onto two feet, Sora examined her body for injuries or shrapnel. Strangely, her body seemed fine, almost as if she were healed by someone while out. She assumed perhaps Nath had slipped her a pudding while she was out, but… Nath wouldn’t just leave her like that. Crap, how long has she been out, and for that matter, where was Nath? If she’d been out for long, Nath would have definitely dropped what she was doing to find her, even bail on a fight just to make sure she was okay… She had to check on her. She flicked on her built in helmet mic and tried to contact her.

“Neptune, respond, over.” Sora said into the mic. No response. “Neptune, respond, over.” Again she asked. Nothing. “Nath, where are you? Over.” Nothing. Sora was officially worried. She turned on the tracking feature of her helmet to find where Nath was, or at least, her helmet. Hear pounding, she began to follow the small virtual map her helmet made for her to follow.

After a bit of tracking, she found Nath’s abandoned helmet. Sora immediately picked it up examined it. To a slight relief, there was no damage to the helmet directly besides some dust, possibly from Yuki’s bombardment from earlier, meaning it was most likely not removed from direct physical impact. However, there was no practical use for removing one’s helmet, especially in a tense scenario like the one Sora and her were dealing with. Knowing Nath had no practical reason to remove the helmet… Who removed it, and where was Nath now?

Sora searched the general area for her wife, sword in hand, ready to be jumped by a Waruda. She trusted herself not to slice Nath if she were to pop out, since she personally had masterful control of her blade. Her searching stopped, however, when she heard a moaning voice coming from behind a soda machine.

“Nath?” Sora asked, keeping her blade ready just in case.

“It’s freezing….. My skin is peeling off….. I can’t…. Sora….. Why Sora?” Sora literally picked up the entire machine and tossed it across the fucking casino. Behind the soda machine was Nath, laying perfectly on the ground face up, shirt cut open, bra removed, face completely wet with some substance, eyes completely dilated, entire body shaking. Sora instantly put away her sword and got on her knees to talk to her.

“NATH! Nath, what happened!? What are you talking about?” Nath merely mumbled incoherent nonsense in response, perhaps trying to make words, but her lips didn’t move with her words properly, leading to gibberish. This was too far, Sora could not leave Nath like this in a dangerous scenario like this. She was going to have to bail and get Nath out of here before anything else could happen to her. She put her helmet back on and attempted to phone The Chief to let her know she had to go, but alas, she failed to respond. Her next call was Sham but once again, no response. Finally, to her own regret, she phoned Fernet.

“FERNET, RESPOND!!!” Sora yelled, now officially tired of calling everyone to no response. Yet again, no response. At least this time it wasn’t surprising, since Fernet never actually wore her fucking helmet to anything. “Urg, whatever, forget this.” Sora said to herself. She tucked the idea of everyone but her and Nath being dead into the back of her mind, and focused on getting her wife out of here. Sora performed a small squat, and took off out the open ceiling, Nath within her arms. All seemed well enough until-

“SORA TAKE THE WHEEL!!!!”

“Huh?” Sora asked, not knowing who just asked her that. In a sudden instant, Red Barrel came soaring clear past her, Marc jumping out mid flight, and parachuting into the burning casino. The plane continued flying towards town where, if not stopped, would most likely crash into a loving family of chickens, making a very instant happy meal of chicken tendies.”God damnit.” Sora muttered to herself. Nath still in her arms, she took a detour to stop Red Barrel before KFC’s new five dollar fill up meal could be made.

***

Peat took a fire-axe he had raided from a glass box he found hooked on the wall and introduced it to the front door in another desperate attempt to break it down and escape. However, once again, Peat failed to even make a dent. As he once again tried to do the impossible, Sherry sat on the ground near him, licking her broken pinky while thinking about horses.

“GOD DAMNIT!!!” Peat cried to himself. “I’VE BEEN MURDERED, NEARLY GORED, MANHANDLED BY A MUTANT RAPIST, DRIVEN TO SUICIDE, AND BEATEN TO A BLOODY PULP!!!! I’M NOT GONNA DIE BURNING ALIVE!!!!!! I WOULD RATHER DIE OF CANCER!!!!”

“How old do you think Chocolate Brown is, Peat?” Sherry asked, getting back to her wounded finger.

“COULD YOU STOP THINKING ABOUT FUCKING HORSES FOR FIVE GOD DAMNED MINUTES!?!?”

“Have you ever seen a horses cock, Peat?” Peat stopped bashing on the door for a second in confusion.

“.... Huh?”

“Their massive, Peat. After seeing one unfold on the farm when I was a youngen, I couldn’t stop thinkin about it, Peat. Even to this day, I still can’t stop thinkin about-”

“NOT LITERALLY, YOU DRUNK BITCH!!! God dammit, this day could not get any worse.”

“PEAT!!! THERE YOU ARE!!!” Speak of the fucking devil, here came Peat’s wife.

“Fuck my life.” Peat muttered to himself quiet enough for her not to hear him. Peat’s entire life was a never ending downward spiral to hell he could not escape from. “HEEEEEEEEY, HON-” Marc slapped him in the face. Yup, just another day of Peat’s life, being the bottom bitch of his relationship, casually physically abused by his wife, yup, just another day, JUST ANOTHER DAY OF HIS FUCKING LIFE “Nice to see you t-” She then reached her arms around his back and kissed him…. This was actually nice, Peat’s totally okay with this. He put his arms around her as well and kissed her back. After a few seconds, the kiss was released.

“God damnit Peat, I was so worried about you.” Marc sobbed a bit, nestling her head in his chest. Peat patted her on the back.

“Just who the hell do you think I am, Marc?” Peat said in a comedic tone “I’m Peat! The greatest cop/pilot/husband ever! Period! I take you worrying about me as a personal insult! You should know better!”

“Is that why I beat your ass every single time we dog-fighted in the past?”

“...I mean… Your a girl, so it was only polite to let you win…”

“You fucking asshole” She kissed him again. This was a nice change of pace in Peat’s opinion. Maybe he should have had more faith in Marc to not to just flat out nag him for nearly dying, or something, whatever. All he cared right now was that his wife was happily in his arms. He didn’t even give too much of a crap about the fire at this point, cause he knew with Marc’s quick thinking and his debatably quicker thinking, he’d get out just fine. Everything was going to be just fine.

“PEAT I THOUGHT WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!” Sherry suddenly cried. Peat and Marc immediately stopped kissing and stared at Sherry.

“.... What’s she doing here?” Marc asked, only now realizing Sherry was in the room. She would comment about her implying Peat and her had “something special”, but really, she always did this shit with basically every man who made slight physical contact with her while she was drunk, which was basically every second she was alive. To live in a world mostly populated with woman and have a very set sexual preference for men must have been hell for her. Marc personally gave Sherry her pitty…. But just her pitty. Peat was her man, and no drunk skank was gonna take him away from her.

“I don’t know, she’s Sherry, just ignore her.” Peat replied, trying to keep the mood alive. Sherry wasn’t having any of this shit.

“I CHALLENGE YA TO DA DEEEETH!!!” Sherry slurred, slapping “Gentleman’s Battle” against Marc’s face. This wasn’t how you use the card, like, at all.

“Sherry…. Your supposed to crush i-” Sherry cut off Marc by letting out a loud series of drunken cry mumbles neither Peat nor Marc could understand, followed by repeatedly bopping Marc in the cheek with the card. “Peat, can I please beat the shit out of her?”

“Marc no, I’m still an officer, and I will not permit you to beat the shit out of a fellow officer.”

“Yeah, you can’t do shit you fuckin SKAAAAAAAANK. Peat’s MAH MAN NOW, AND WE GONA GET MAAAAARIED!!!” Sherry moaned, still bopping Marc. Marc reached her breaking point.

“....I’m gonna beat the shit out of her.”

“Marc no, do not beat the shit out of her.”

“I’m getting out the rocket.”

“MARC, DO NOT GET OUT THE FUCKING ROCKET.”

“I’M GETTING OUT THE FUCKING ROCKET.”

“DO NOT ARM THAT ROCKET.”

“I AM ARMING THIS BITCH RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!!!!”

“DO NOT!!!”

“I ALREADY DID!!!!!”

“MARC DISARM THAT SHIT NOW!!!!”

“THIS THING IS GOING STRAIGHT UP YOUR FUCKING ASS SHERRY!!!!!”

“OH FOR FUCKS SA-” Thank god Peat, Marc, and Sherry casually dealt with explosions every day of their life, otherwise, this might be life threatening to them.

***

Kai and Cuddle’s nap were cut short by the sound of a large explosion.

“THEFUCKWASTHAT!?!” Kai yelled as he was swiftly removed from dreamland. after regaining awareness of his location, he looked around the area, and soon, up at Cuddles… Then down at the drool puddle he left on Cuddles’s arm from sleeping…. Back at Cuddles….

“Off.” Cuddles said. He then raised his arm in Kai’s direction to knock him off of him. “Give Cuddles good reason not to kill now.”

“I-I’m sorry, dude! You’re just!...” Kai was gonna beat around the bush. “You’re just really, really freakin soft, man! HOW COULD I NOT FALL ASLEEP ON YOU!?”. Cuddles took a moment to think about this, and poked his own plump, soft body.

“Regardless, Kai asshole. Give reason to Cuddles to not kill Kai in isolated environment.”

“Cause…” Kai was slightly shitting himself at the moment. This could go very, very badly if he doesn’t- wait, shit, he has an easy trump card, duh. “I can melt the door out of here.”

“Door fireproof. Cuddles try. No melt.”

“Nah man, check this fuckin shit out.” Kai walked past Cuddles and flicked his right thumb on fire. Cuddles watched in astoundment as the metal of the door slowly, but surely, began to liquidate.

“... W-what?” Cuddles muttered allowed, watching the scene unfold.

“Yeah dude, the fire this thing creates is op as shit! It seems to be able to burn through basically anything, least from what I’ve seen!”

“That and….. Why does Kai have a red woman’s hand?” Kai looked back at cuddles with a strange look, and back at his hand so he could keep an eye on what he was doing.

“What are you talking abou…” Kai began to take a closer look at his hand…. Shit, it was a bit more… Slender than he thought it was, now that he was looking at it… And his fingernails were disturbingly longer than imagined…. And were pink…. And it was made by a woman in a world mostly populated by woman- OH DEAR GOD IT WAS A WOMAN’S HAND!!! “OH DEAR GOD!!! AAAAAAAAA!!!!” In a sudden burst of realization, Kai accidentally shot out a massive fire laser from his female red right hand, obliterating the metal door in an instant, and also adding another layer of fire to the casino… Whoops.

Cuddles, however, didn’t seem to care all too much. While Kai was a bit dazed from the sudden death-ray he just shot off, Cuddles bopped him to the side and proceeded to run back into the casino to find a way out and reunite with his precious Krila. The first potential way out of this hellhole Cuddles saw was the open ceiling, which worked for him. Using the last of the wire he had in his arms, he grappled onto the edge of the open ceiling, and began to retract the wire, beginning the process of heaving himself up to the top. His arm-wires were signed a bit from the explosion at the tower, making them a bit weaker then normal, but so long as nobody pelted him with anything while he climbed out, they shouldn’t break from this al- suddenly, from below, Peat opened fire on Cuddles.

“FUCK!?” Cuddles yelled as his fur body had pieces of hot lead specks fly through it.

“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE, YOU BASTARD!!!!” Peat screamed, losing his attention on his wife punching the shit out of Sherry due to his PTSD of being beaten to a bloody pulp by Cuddles.

“CUDDLES NOT EVEN ATTACKING PEAT THIS TIME! CUDDLES JUST WANT TO GO HOME!!!”

“Yeah! And Osama Bin Laden thought that peaceful protest was the best option!”

“.... CUDDLES DOESN’T KNOW WHO THAT IS!”

“Yeah well…. SHUT UP!” Peat fired a few more rounds at Cuddles.

“STUPID HUMAN!!!”

“YOUR FACE IS STUPID!!!!”

“THAT’S NOT EVEN CLEVER!!!!!”

“YOUR FACE IS CLEVER!!!”

”PEAT FUCKING LOSER!!!”

“FUCK YOU, YOUR A LOSER!!!”

“SAYS MAN WHO CAN NOT BEAT OVERSIZED PLUSH RABBIT 1v1, AND EVIDENTLY, IS BOTTOM BITCH OF HIS MARRIAGE” His eyes looked over to the fight Peat himself could not prevent. Peat also looked in that direction for a moment.

“... U-um.”

“CUDDLES CAN ONLY IMAGINE PEAT GET SO LITTLE SEX, HIS BALLS PERMANENTLY TURN DEEP SHADE OF BLUE.” *C-C-CRITICAL HIT*

“FUCK YOOOOOOOU!!!!” Peat then shot out several more rounds at Cuddles to no avail, still not learning that bullets are abouts as effective against Cuddles as they would be against a chain link fence.

“Peat, what are you yelling a- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING!?!” Marc suddenly screamed, attention finally being diverted from beating the shit out of Sherry, or at least trying to. You wouldn’t expect a +1 in evasion to be so effective, but you’d be surprised how well Sherry was drunkenly dodging Marc’s attacks.

“KILL IT!!!” Peat screamed back in response. Nodding, Marc quickly grabbed a hold of Sherry’s legs, spun her around, and so-long-gay-bowser’d her at the giant demonic rabbit.

“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” Sherry lightly chimed as she soared through the sky like a magnificent dragon, burning down the entire city, asserting her dominance over the world of mortals, the last of her kind. She was free, free to fly as far as she wanted, away from her boring life and into the great unknown of medieval fantasy adventures. This was the life she truly wanted. Soon enough, she made impact with Cuddles. The sudden impact caused the wire he was using to get out of the casino to snap.

“NOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!” He screamed as he and Sherry the Dragon plummeted several feet back into the casino, Sherry gently hugging his fluffy chest as they fell.

***

“Say uncle!” Sham said, now having Mimyuu in a light armlock around her neck. She was doing so more playfully than aggressively, so she only used her right arm to restrain her, and did so just enough to keep Mimyuu restrained. Mimyuu and Tomato most likely did stuff like this all the time together, so this was most likely a smart next step and winning over Mimyuu’s heart.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! DX” Mimyuu cried, wiggling as fast as she could to escape from Sham’s grip. In a last ditch effort to escape from Sham’s wrath, Mimyuu bit into Sham’s right arm, snarling viciously like a pissed off chihuahua as she attempted to knaw Sham’s arm off. Between Sham’s right arm being sleeved and Mimyuu’s jaw strength being notably pathetic, this mostly just came off as adorable to Sham, causing her to giggle a bit as Mimyuu violently growled. Mimyuu took a quick break from chewing on Sham to complain.

“TAKE MIMYUU SERIOUSLY!!! DX” She screamed, still trying to wiggle free.

“I can’t you're too dang precious!” Sham replied, still chuckling.

“DON’T CALL MIMYUU PRECIOUS!!!! DXX”

“Then what do you want to be called?”

“I-I-INTIMIDATING! FIERCE! INTELLIGENT!!! NOT PRECIOUS!!! MIMYUU PROGRAMS ROBOTS FOR A LIVING, SHE DIDN’T GET SUCH A HIGH FUCKING DEGREE IN PROGRAMMING TO BE CALLED PRECIOUS!!! 0_e” Holy shit, what?

“What? Which robots do yo-”

“ALL OF THEM!!! Tomato handles the actual construction and modeling, but she doesn’t know SHIT about coding! Mimyuu actually BRINGS LIFE to what she makes! She’s the one who makes sure everything runs smoothly! >:C”

“Wow… I didn’t think some like you could be so good at-”

“DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE MIMYUU!!! EVERYONE FUCKING UNDERESTIMATES MIMYUU!!!! SHE’S FUCKING SICK OF IT!!!! DX<” Shit, Sham accidentally struck a chord.

“What the hell is going on back there!?” A voice called out from outside under the bar.

“TOMATO HELP!!! THERE’S A COP HERE AND SHE’S TRYING TO KILL ME!!!! ;-;”

“WHAT!? Mimyuu! I-I’m not trying to-”

“AH HEEEELL NAH!!!” Before Sham even realized what was going on, Tomato had flipped over the bar, grabbed Sham by the neck from outside the bar, and tossed her out onto the floor. “WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING TO HER!?” Tomato yelled, followed by kicking Sham in the stomach before she could even answer. Sham attempted to get back up, but Tomato simply kicked her back down. “THIS BITCH MUTE!!! MIMYUU, WHAT THIS BITCH FUCKIN DO TO YOU!?”

“THAT BITCH PUT MIMYUU IN AN ARMLOCK!!! D:<”

“THAT BITCH!!!” Sham turned sideways in an attempt to get up, but in response, Tomato stomped on the soft spot of her side, right under the ribs. Sham let out a massive wail of pain as a sharp pain coursed through her entire body in a single instance, causing her to roll back down onto her back. “WHAT ELSE THIS BITCH DO TO YOU!?”

“SHE MAKE FUN OF MIMYUU’S YOUNG LOLI APPEARANCE!!! D:<”

“THAT MOTHERFUCKER!!!” While she was still down, Tomato slammed a foot onto Sham’s left tit. Another shot of pain coursed through her body, as well as a massive wail of pain from her mouth. Sham attempted to levitate back up, but she didn’t seem to be able to. She wasn’t even sure why, she just couldn’t. She’d check her body for malfunctions, but the pain coursing throughout her made her unable to focus. “WHAT ELSE SHE DO TO YOU!?”

“SHE MADE FUN OF MIMYUU’S FAVORITE POKEMON!!! D:<”

“WORKS FOR ME!!!” Tomato then flipped Sham over using her foot, grabbed the bag of her head by her hair, and slammed her face into the floor. She raised it up again once to see the despair in Sham’s face, then slammed it down twice more. “How do you like that skank? You gonna fuck with my homegirl again? HUH BITCH!?” Sham attempted to respond, but Tomato just slammed her head into the floor before she could. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, say that again.” She slammed her head into the floor again. “GOD! Mimyuu, this bitch ain’t just a bullying whore, but she’s a fucking retard too! Fucking downright down syndrome over here! Ain’t that fucking right bitch?” Tomato forced Sham to making a nodding motion while gripping her hair as Sham spat out a tooth. “HA HA! Least she gets something right! Maybe there’s hope for you yet, ya cumsdumpster!”

“Yo.” Kiriko suddenly popped in, looking for her bag. “Any of you see a big black bag around here? About this big? Heavy? Like yo mama’s dick? HEYO!!!” Both Tomaro and Mimyuu just glared at Kiriko. “.... Alright, fuck both of you, have you seen it or not?”

“Nah, bitch, ain’t seen no black ba-”

“OH WAIT!” Kiriko cut off. “FOUND IT!!!” She reached under one of the stools by the bar’s front and lugged her bag over her shoulder. “Alright, well I’m gonna get the fuck out of here before this entire place an heroes. Later.”

“Why don’t you just take the escape helicopter?” Tomato said, pointing to the helicopter flying over the open roof.

“Uh… I don’t know. How do I contact the person to let them know I want to get in?”

“DUMBASS! It’s on autopilot! All I have to do is hit a button on it’s remote and it’ll lower a rope for us to climb out on.”

“... Alright, so lower it.”

“......” Tomato searched her jumpsuit…. Fffffffuck. “Yeah, I might have forgotten it in the lou- OKAY SHUT UP, I GOT ATTACKED BY THE CHIEF OF POLICE, YOU SHOULD JUST BE HAPPY I’M ALIVE, FAGGOT!!!” Kiriko pinched her forehead with her available left hand.

“WOW! You fought the chief of police and lived? That’s super badass Tomato. :O” Mimyuu complimented to make her look better in front of Kiriko.

“DAMN RIGHT IT’S FUCKING BADASS!!!” Tomato agreed.

“Wait… Is she okay?” Sham moaned.

“I DON’T REMEMBER ASKING YOU A GODDAMN THING!!! Kiriko, kick this nigga in the solar plexus.”

“... Alright.” Kiriko then walked up to Sham and kicked her clean in the solar plexus, which was the little area below the ribcage, somewhat above the stomach. For the kids at home who don’t know why this is important, the solar plexus is part of the human body where several nerves meet up in one area, making it incredibly painful to strike at. It’s the closest thing you can strike at to get a technical “critical hit” in a fist fight besides going for the genitals. Also, Kiriko was wearing heels when she kicked Sham, so…

“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” Sham cried out, promptly going limp from pain upon impact.

“Shit, that felt good!!!” Kiriko said aloud, body filling with adrenaline from the satisfaction of kicking Sham, that cunt. “Alright, you to have fun with your torture session, I gotta find an alternative way out. Later fuckers!” Kiriko proceeded to limp off while Tomato and Mimyuu kindly waved her off. Tomato then took out a pair of pliers…

***

Kai finally got off his lazy ass after being bumped to the side by Cuddles and took a look around the casino. Yeah… Kai might have gone a bit overboard with the fire. The fire wasn’t exactly everywhere, but it was definitely spreading. If he were to guess, the entire place would be consumed in flames within 15 minutes, so he didn’t have much time to escape with as many people as he could gather within that allotted time. But in a large place like this, how was he going to find anyone!?

“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!”

… That sounds like a good place to start looking. Kai bursted into a sprint, knowing full well time was not on his side.

***

“Alright Mimyuu, which nail should we start with?” Tomato asked Mimyuu, lifting up Sham’s left hand. To her surprise, Mimyuu didn’t respond. “C’mon Mimyuu, don’t leave me hanging! You going queer or something?” Still no response. “C’MON BITCH! WHAT NAIL SHOULD I-”

“Step away from the green suited officer now.” Kai asked Tomato, left arm cuffed over Mimyuu’s head, and in extension, her mouth, while pointing his red right hand like a gun to the side of her head.

“Kai… Don’t.” Sham moaned, followed by Tomato elbowing the back of her head.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch. And you!” Tomato directed her attention to Kai. “The fuck you gonna do? Fingerbang Mimyuu to death? I’m not fuckin scared of your stupid make-pretend magical gun pow-” Kai shot a fireball into the air to show he wasn’t fucking around. Tomato immediately dropped her pliers and raised her hands. “OKAY OKAY OKAY, JESUS CHRIST, JUST TAKE THE BITCH!!!”

“Back away from her slowly.” Kai commanded. Tomato got back up on her feet and slowly backed up as Kai and Mimyuu took steps towards her, closing the distance on Sham. Soon, the two were only a step away from Sham. “Alright, keep moving.” Kai told Tomato, making extra sure she was nowhere close enough to try anything smart. Once she was a far distance away, he shoved Mimyuu out of his grip, but kept his right hand pointed at her. “Now get the fuck out of here, both of you”. Without any retaliation, Mimyuu scampered away to Tomato and the two ran out of eyeshot. Once Kai was sure they were gone, he fucking celebrated.

“HOLY SHIT!!!” He screamed out loud. “I’M A FUCKING LEGEND!!!!” He whooped a few times to get it out of his system. Once he was done whooping, he kneeled down and began to process of of getting Sham off the ground. She was face down at the moment, so he sort of wrapped his right arm slightly under her neck, and hooked his left under her armpit. He proceeded to heave her up, moving her right hand to around her chest to help push her up.Soon, Sham began to help out by repositioning her legs to get her footing. Eventually, she was back on two feet, arm wrapped around Kai’s shoulders for support.

“Holy crap, Sham, you look like shit!” Kai said.

“Nice to see you too.” Sham attempted to joke to lighten up the mood. She then spat out another tooth. “Uuuurg. Crap- I mean-”

“Oh come on, crap isn’t that bad.”

“It’s the thought that counts, Kai.” Suddenly, an idea came to Kai’s head.

“Oh, hold up! Just… Uh.” Kai carefully waked Sham over to the bar counter. “Just wait here for a second, okay?”

“W-what? Kai, come on. I’m hurt! You can’t just-”

“C’mon, don’t you trust me? I’ll be back in a literal second, just stay here. I need both hands for this.”

“... Alright, fine, I trust you, just make whatever your doing quick.” Sham somewhat hesitantly leaned over on the bar and let Kai wander off to wherever. She took a moment to gander over the destruction of the casino for a moment. Her vision was blurry, but she could make out a lot of fire. She could also hear some screams and gunshots from a distance… How the hell was she going to be able to help anyone like this? Because of her friendly nature, she let Kiriko wound her, and let Mimyuu flip the tables on her. Her injuries were all her own fault, and because of them, she wouldn’t be able to do shit about any of this. She felt terrible about all of this, and silently, she slowly began to cry. She’d never let Kai, a civilian see her like this, no matter how he’d respond to it. She was supposed to be a cop, someone people look up to, not some weak baby… Yeah, she’d been doing a real good job at keeping up that image today.

“God fucking damnit.” She muttered to herself, quiet enough to make sure no one could hear her. So long as no one could hear her swear, it was fine. She just really needed to vent for a moment. She covered her eyes using her hands and let a few more slip out. “Fuck… Fuck….. Fuck”. She felt so powerless at the moment. She had no physical strength left to give, she was absolutely- WOAH, HOLY SHIT, SHE SUDDENLY FELT GREAT (physically)!!! She got off the bar, moved her arms around. All pain within her body had completely dissipated in a single instant! She turned around and made eye contact with Kai.

“Kai! What did you do!? I feel amazing now!” Sham asked almost excitedly.

“Well, they say pudding cures all wo-OOOOOOOOOOOOH, I’M SORRY I’M NOT LOOKING!!!!” Kai immediately shielded his eyes.

“Not looking at wha-” She looked down… Shit, her nip was still poking out of her shit from the rip Kiriko put in her shirt. She completely forgot about that. “OH SCHNIKEY!!!” She immediately cupped her right hand over her exposed nipple.

“JACKET!!!” Kai yelled, eyes still closed, taking off Yuki’s coat, and tossing it in her direction. “TAKE IT! TAKE IT!!!” Sham didn’t know how to feel about once again having to take Kai’s clothing due to her constantly becoming indecent, but sadly, she didn’t exactly want to go around showing off her nip to everyone else in the casino, so she felt she had little choice in this matter. She picked the coat, slipped it on, and buttered it up.

“A-alright, I’m decent at the moment!” Sham told Kai. Kai took his hands away from his eyes. He let out a quick sigh of releif… But then… In the quick moments he saw Sham without her left sleeve, noticed something about her he didn’t really notice before… A weird, somewhat gross, brown jagged substance going up the left side of her face.

“Hey, uh.” Kai suddenly began.

“What?”

“Can I… can I see your arm again for a moment?”

“Huh? Why?”

“Just… I dunno, just let me see.” Sham, shrugging a bit in confusion, rolled up the left sleeve of her coat and- oooooh… Right, that. She forgot about that. Down her left arm was this horrific looking brown, jagged substance going up it.

“Oh, um, don’t worry about that-”

“But it’s like… Going all the way up to your face kind of- shit, how did I not notice this before? Is that a burn!? Did the fire I set burn you!?!?”

“No no no no! I’ve always ha- wait, what fire!?”

“... Oh… Um….” Kai had just dug his own grave. “I sorta…. Used my overpowered fire hand to blow a hole in the casino.”

“Wha-WHAT!?”

“And I stole a shit ton of stuff from the police station to do it too.”

“WHAT!?!?”

“And also stole a police vehicle and car-torpedoed it into the casino with all the explosives in it.”

“WHAT!?”
“I’M SORRY!!! I SAW WHAT WAS GOING ON ON THE T.V YOU ROLLED IN AND I COULDN’T JUST STAND AROUND AND DO NOTHING!!! YOU GUYS NEEDED HELP SO I-”

“Oh god, this is my fault.” Kai was taken slightly aback by the sudden self loathing.

“Um… what?”

“I shouldn’t have slipped you that T.V. If I didn’t do that, you wouldn’t have come here…. God damnit.” Sham voice slowly began to quiver a bit. “God… I’ve screwed up so many things today. I-” Suddenly a piece of flaming ceiling fell next to her... Don’t ask where that came from, it just did.

“UM.” Kai started, startled by the flaming piece of ceiling. “Look, normally I’d be all cool with having a little pow-wow about how garbage we are, but right now most likely isn’t the best time! LIKE, AT ALL!!!”

“B-but.”

“I’M SORRY, BUT-” Kai slapped Sham using his left hand, both cause it was his bad hand, and cause he didn’t want to accidentally burn her. “SNAP OUT OF IT! WE NEED TO START GETTING PEOPLE OUT OF HERE!!!” The sudden shot of pain through Sham’s face brought her back to reality, and the idea of saving people once again took priority.

“Y-YOUR RIGHT! OKAY, HOW ARE WE GONNA DO THIS SH-” she cut herself off “HOW ARE WE GONNA DO THIS!?”

“Alright, first off, I need to test something, so.” Kai took his right hand, and kinda tried to manipulate the fire on the flaming piece of ceil- HOLY SHIT HE COULD MOVE THE FIRE! THIS HAND COULD ACTUALLY MANIPULATE FIRE!!! “HOLY SHIT!!! Okay, so, I think I can just move the fire around the hole I made in here and we can escape out that! We just need to gather everyone in here!”

“Well that makes everything a ton easier! But what about the Waruda? You think they’ll take the way too under the supervision of cops?”

“Well, they might be immediately arrested upon stepping through, but on the other hand, they’ll burn alive if they don’t so….” A delightfully devilish formed on Kai’s face.

“You evil genius.” Sham complimented.

“Alright, I’m going to start getting fire out of the way of the escape, you start getting people over here, okay?”

“Got it!”

“Alright, ALSO!” Kai ran back, and gave Sham a black duffel bag. “This is a bag of pudding, blank hypers, and even a few extensions I took from the base, which is also where I got the pudding that healed you, just by the way. If anyone is hurt, heal them, and use the hypers if waruda gives you any trouble, okay?”

“Um… Wait, you stole all this?”

“I stole from the cops to give them to the cops, yes.”

“... I guess that’s okay?” Another piece of flaming ceiling fell down.

“JUST GO!!! PEOPLE NEED SAVING!!!” Sham took the bag and gave a little soldier salute.

“SIR YES SIR!!!” She then ran off with the bag, trying to find anyone who needed medical attention, and to escort them to the exit… Wait, was she taking orders from Kai, a civilian?.... Best time not to feel bad about this, it was time to actually save lives! YEAH! LIFE SAVING!!! WOO!!!

***

After finally waking up from passing out from extreme pain, Suguri had finally awoken from her long slumber. One would assume Suguri would feel like crap after the shit she went through in the past hour or two, but she actually felt amazing upon waking up, almost as if all her wounds were healed during the time she was out!

To test how well she was, Suguri tried flying back onto her feet… IT WORKED! That power nap must have somehow been enough to regenerate her body to the point of at least being able to fly once again! CYBORG BODIES ARE AWESOME!!!.... Shit wait a second, where was Hime? Without wasting anymore time, Suguri took flight and began scanning the area for her.

Suguri noticed that this entire entire casino is going to shit. Almost everything was on fire, Yuki was chasing some guy in her clothing while wearing a suit of flesh, there was puke basically everywhere, it was a damn mess. Definitely not something suitable for Hime to be in. If it weren’t for that god damned JCpenney cashier and that Pumpkin headed fuck, she would have been able to get Hime out of here long before any of this crap went down. Suguri felt some personal responsibility, but really, she could also understand that most of this was definitely out of her control, which helped numb to guilt she felt about leaving Hime behind… Well, at least a bit.

After a few minutes of scanning, she realized Hime was most likely hiding somewhere, most likely drunk and weakened from Suguri telling her to drink so much, which, come to think of it, most likely wasn’t something Suguri should have asked her to do. But then again, she never got drunk before, so it was worth at least giving her the chance to experience that. Thought to think of further, she may have asked her to drink too much- alright, tuck that away for now, Suguri needs to find Hime. While her and Hime didn’t have the same programmed mental bond Kae, Nanako, and Saki had, they did have a special understanding on what to do if they were to ever lose each other in a crowded public area.

“MARCO!!!” Suguri yelled as loud as she could.

“Huh? OH! Um… POLO!!!” Three 7’s in a row, natural 20, motherfucking jackpot, Hime was literally right under her. This made Suguri’s life so much goddamn easier. She was afraid for moment there’d be some contrived bullshit where she thought Hime was dead or something, but thankfully, life is just really convenient sometimes. Without wasting a second more, Suguri descended, and flipped the craps table Hime was under, revealing her precious cinnamon roll patiently sitting on the ground, waiting for her.

“Hello Suguri!” Hime happily said, as if everything right now was fine.

“Hime, are you hurt?” Suguri quickly asked in response. Prioritys.

“Well, all of my bones were crushed earlier, but someone must have played dinner, so I’m fine now!” The news shot clean through Suguri’s heart, but on the other hand, Hime was fine. She decided to just pretend Hime didn’t actually nearly die and just be happy she was okay.

“Hime, I’m sorry I-”

“Let’s… Uh.” Hime cut her off, thinking of what to say. “Let’s save this for later. For now, I’d like to just get out of here. It’s a bit too hot in here for my liking.”

“Agreed, let’s get some fresh air Hime.” Suguri reached down and picked up Hime in her arms, and began to ascension out of the casino. It was strange… Usually Hime snuggled up to Suguri while she carried her like this, but this time she didn’t… She was most likely just tired. Suguri was tired too. If anything, she was just going to fly over to a motel for the night. Home was too far to fly under these conditions. Hopefully after a nice, long rest, this would all be in the past.

***

After a lot, and I mean A LOT of running, Pinzu had finally ditched Yuki. If anything good happened here, it was that the armor Yuki was wearing was a size bigger than she should have been wearing, thus he was easily able to outrun her, and with just a bit of tactical maneuvers on his part, he was clean out of her line of sight. He took a deep breath, relaxing a bit in his skimpy outfit…

Aaaaaand his new boxers just ripped, causing a testical to pop out, uncomfortably rubbing against some tight threads. He reached under his skirt in an attempt to remove the woman’s boxers, however, they were too tight to remove. With no other choice, Pinzu laid on the ground and spread his legs, allowing the underwear to completely rip apart. Now that they were ripped, he simply slid them off.

There was something… Liberating about wearing a skirt with no underwear on. His genitals were completely free, unrestrained by the laws of nature. As embarrassing as it all was, it also felt great. Pinzu wasn’t going to complain… Second thought, he could complain, not about the skirt, but to Roblox Sweet Breaker for not making him badass enough. Bitch should have known he was a pathetic douchebag who couldn’t do shit by himself, he deserved MORE powers besides maxed out crafting and dexterity stats! How the fuck was he supposed to know dexterity doesn't equal being a good shot or being able to not fall for obvious traps!? SHE SHOULD HAVE MAXED OUT INTELLIGENCE TOO!!!! THEN THIS WOULD BE FINE!!!! Yeah! It was all her fault, not his! He did the right thing by turing 100 of his own corpse into a fucking motorcycle and set of armor! It’s HER fault for not upping the ante! BITCH!

“ROBLOX SWEET BREAKER YOU WHORE, SHOW YOURSELF!!! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!” Pinzu yelled, trying to get her attention. Alas, it seemed his guardian angel was most likely watching something else at the moment. Fucking bitch never watched him personally, always paying attention to other people. She’s supposed to be HIS guardian angel! Not everyone else’s! Just who the fuck did she think she was!?

Pinzu took a hardy sigh. There was only one way to get her attention at this point, he’s done this song and dance too many time to be oblivious to it. He HAD to have sex with someone. Roblox Sweet Breaker always paid attention to him when he had sex, so it was obvious she would be watching him if he was in the act of lewding up some girl. However, the real question was whether or not he could find a girl desperate enough to have sex with him in the middle of a burning casino… Knowing this world, that actually shouldn’t be that hard, especially since he had the privilege of having a penis, which apparently, not a lot of girls have the chance to suck on due to the extreme lack of males.

Pinzu scanned the burning landscape, looking for his lover to be, when he spotted her. Lying atop a mangled Constable Cuddles was one of the most beautiful specimens Pinzu had ever spotted in his entire life, next only to Saki with her massive fucking tits and loli complexion. She lightly flapped her arms while face down on Cuddles as if she was a magnificent bird, flying through the sky while humming “flight of the valkyries”. This was quite possibly the most pathetic, sad display Pinzu had ever seen anyone who wasn’t him do… It made him hard as a fucking rock. He quietly approached the daydreaming woman, readying up his best pickup line. To introduce his presence to her, she lightly poked her in the right ear. She got her face out of Cuddle’s chest and stared straight at Pinzu. With the strength of a thousand greek gods, Pinzu spoke his ultimate lady-killer line.

“Yo, you wanna fuck?” Sherry must have died on impact with Cuddles, cause there’s no way she wasn’t in fucking heaven right now. Usually, she was the one to awkwardly ask guys for sex, followed by being slapped to the fucking ground. However, this time a guy was awkwardly asking her for sex, meaning she was the one to have the say in yes or no. As tempting as it was to say no, simply spite all those who rejected her in the past, she hasn’t had sex in like… What?... 7 years at least? Yeah, her cobwebs needed fucking dusting. She didn’t even give a shit this guy was wearing a skirt, she just needed that fucking D inside her.

“YES.” Sherry replied, eagerly nodding her head while still laying on the unconscious plush rabbit. Eager to get to fucking, Sherry rolled off the rabbit and ungracefully flopped onto the floor, causing Pinzu to backup a bit to as to not get hit by one of her flailing arms as she fell. She quickly got onto her hands and knees, and attempted to seductively crawl over to Pinzu’s junk. I say attempted and not just “seductively” because she was really bad at it, looking more constipated than seductive while crawling.

After a short, but very awkward crawling sequence, Sherry had finally reached Pinzu’s junk. In order to claim dominance over it before Marc could get her slutty lips all over her man’s meat, Sherry instantly flipped Pinzu’s skirt up and popped his entire cock into her mouth, all at once. She held the entire thing in his mouth for a solid three seconds, the tip touching the back of her throat, letting her saliva naturally coat it, very lightly wiggling her tongue underneath the cock’s girth to tease it, thus making it harder.

After that, she slowly, slowly backed her head away, letting her lips gently glide off his member. As her lips met the curve of his head, she opened her mouth, and licked upwards under the head. To finish, just to keep his full attention, she lowered her head down to Pinzu’s balls, and touched her tongue to the center area of them, followed by licking upwards once again, all the way up his shaft, carefully taking her time to for maximum feeling, purposefully letting as much drool escape her mouth as possible for maximum lubrication, until finally hitting the tip once more, and flicking her tongue off the tip of the head. Once she was done, she wiped her own drool off her mouth using the sleeve of her aviator coat, and pressed Pinzu’s cock against the side of her face, cradling it in her right hand pressing it into her soft cheek, moving her head up and down so that her cheek would stimulate it.

“Can I have it inside me now?” Sherry asked, continuing to rub Pinzu’s hard cock against her face. “I really, really want it inside me.”

“Your gonna have to be specific. Where do you want it?” Pinzu asked trying to play this as pillow talk. In all honesty his dick technically was already inside her, so what qualifies as being in her somewhat confusing to him. In response to his question, she stood up, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and jumped backwards onto Cuddles as if her were a beanbag, spreading her legs as she did.

“Here!” She stated, pressing her right hand against her khaki pants cover crotch. “In mah honey hole.”

“Your what?” Pinzu once again asked, still trying to play this off as pillow talk… What the fuck was a honey hole!?

“I…” She unbuckled her belt as she talked, slowly beginning to blush as she did so. “I want it in my pussy, mister.” She unbuttoned her pants, and began to push it down her legs, revealing her black undies (and also forcing her legs shut again… She’s drunk giver her a break, she’s trying). Sherry’s liquid love glistened as it traveled down and around her panties, slowly dripping down her legs. “Please, please stuff it inside of me”. She almost shook with anticipation. It was so close now, she could taste it, both metaphorically, and literally, since she did actually taste it a few moments ago.

Pinzu got down and took off her aviator boots, and properly removed her trousers so she could properly spread her legs again. However, Pinzu had to close her legs again so he could remove her panties. Sherry moaned as Pinzu dragged what little protection her body had against him down her legs, the silk grazing her legs gently, causing a single, continuous wave of stimulation to rise up her body as it went down her.

With nothing no longer binding her legs together, Pinzu reached under her legs and lifted them up, and atop his shoulders. It was about to happen. As soon as Sherry realized how soon it’d be until penetration, she began to frantically unbutton her aviator vest, only for Pinzu to raised up a hand, telling her to stop.

“Slowly.” He demanded. Sherry looked back for a second in confusion, but soon returned a sweet smile.

“Oh… Of course, suuuugar~.” She then slowed down her pace, unbuttoning her aviator jacket as Pinzu lightly grazed the wall of her pussy with the tip of his dick as it slowly got harder and harder as he watched her take off her clothing. Soon, her jacket was completely off, exposing her trademarked “I put ketchup ON my ketchup” T-shirt she had under it. Her perked up nipples said all Pinzu needed about whether or not she had a bra under that beauty. To make the most of it, Pinzu reached around Sherry’s legs and slammed his hands clean onto each of those beauties, rubbing her large breasts all around, the feeling of their softness through the fabric driving him crazy.

“U-urg…. Urg… Urg.” Sherry moaned as Pinzu’s hands orbited around her breasts. She felt her womb almost turn into a nebulous void, her lust for it to be filled strengthening with every single round Pinzu made around her breasts. She’d ask him to just fuck her, but the immense pleasure she felt from these actions alone caused her to choke on her own words. Only her moans of ecstacy could escape her mouth for the time being. In an attempt to give herself an outlet for the intense feelings that boiled inside of herself, she began to bite her lower lip tightly.

After a few more seconds, Pinzu decided that he’d teased her long enough. He thrusted inside of Sherry’s body, her warm inner flesh enveloping his stiff member. In response, Sherry’s head jetted back as far as it could go. She slightly bit into her own lip as this happened, causing a light trickle of blood to run into her mouth, the taste of liquid iron running rich over her tongue… It almost tasted good, at least, in the moment it did.

Pinzu proceeded to play with Sherry’s shirt-masked tits as he slowly thrusted in and out of her womb. It finally got to a point where the feeling of fabric on breast no longer appeased him. He needed skin. Pinzu reached to the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her tits, causing her breasts to bounce up from the shirt, and down again. Sherry’s breasts were somewhat freckled, which gave them a bit of a cute, southern esthetique to them.

WIth Sherry’s steaming hot hushpuppies out of the oven, Pinzu decided to help himself, once again fondling his hands all around her warm fleshy beauties as he slowly thrusted deeper into her, upping his pace as his own excitement grew. Sherry finally stopped biting her lip, and instead just let her mouth go ajar as closed her eyes, letting herself be consumed by the feelings of pleasure she felt. She didn’t care she didn’t know this person, she didn’t care about what happened after this, she was just happy to be with someone again. She put her right hand over her right breast, over Pinzu’s hand, moving her fingers between his so they may touch it together… Together…. Together… She needed a drink.

Right hand still entwined with Pinzu’s she whipped out her whisky flask from her aviator jacket using her left, flicked the cap off with her thumb, and took a swig. Seeing an opportunity to make this shit even hotter than it already was, Pinzu to a very abrupt, very deep thrust into Sherry, slamming his pelvis violently at her right in the middle of her drink. The sudden jolt of feeling Sherry felt from this action caused her to spit up her drink in a fine mist, spraying all over her bare chest. The warm liquid settled atop her chest, loose droplets running down her skin. After recovering from the sudden shock, Sherry giggled, both from the humor of the action and the feeling of whisky running down her body, causing a slight tickling sensation as it did.

“Alright…” Sherry began, red as a ripe apple. “Finish me off, hun.” Her voice was slightly gravely from her spit-take from earlier, but between moans, she was able to speak clearly enough. “Cum inside me, honey… Cum as much as you want inside me, please~.” In response, Pinzu got his hands off her tits, severing the connection between his and Sherry’s hand, and reached to the back of her. He lifted Sherry up, supporting her in his grip as Sherry wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and her legs around his posterior.

“Oh, oh god yes… Hah… Hah” Sherry moaned as the fucking continued. Using the new found gravity at his side, he thrusted his cock at almost twice the speed he was going back when they were on Cuddles. He could feel their combined, warm juices dripping onto his lower body as Sherry’s wet breasts pressed up against Pinzu’s chest. Pinzu step backwards onto a slot machine for support on his side as both Sherry and him worked together to reach their climax.

“Come on, hun, cum. Cum. Knock me up, honey. C’mon. Ruin this poor, lowly farm girl. I won’t mind, I won’t, just please... Please cum inside me.” He could feel it bubbling up now, the rush of sperm entering his dick. The hot rush of cum making their way up him filled him with energy, causing him to thrust faster into Sherry. It’d e coming out soon, so soon from now. It was almost there… And….. And…..

Climax was reached. Pinzu’s sperm rushed out of him, and into Sherry’s unprotected womb. Sherry felt the warm, life giving slime enter her, and began to scream out in ecstasy as she came with Pinzu.

“YES!!!” She screamed out, more tightly clutching Pinzu with all her limbs. “YES!!! OH GOD YES!!! AUUUUUUURG~” Unexpectedly, Sherry bit onto Pinzu’s left (her perspective) shoulder for an additional outlet for the overwhelming sensations she felt during this moment. However, Pinzu was a pussy and wasn’t down with that shit, so he immediately tossed off Sherry the second she pull that shit. She landed face up on the carpeted floor, seemingly not caring she was so rudely tossed off Pinzu.

With a bit of spunk left to spray, Pinzu let out his last two small loads out onto Sherry’s mostly naked body, one spurt flying onto her right breast, down to her stomach, and the other on her hip, down most of her left leg. Sherry lightly painted a bit as she felt Pinzu’s warm love slowly dribbled down from her cunt, and slowly travel down the small select portions of her body he so graciously allowed her to feel.

“You…. You ruined me.” Sherry whispered, reaching down to her right breast and smearing the cum atop it. “Thank you, mister…. Thank you for ruining me.”

“Yeah yeah yeah that’s nice- ROBLOX SWEET BREAKER!!!” Pinzu yelled, clapping his hands together. “I KNOW YOUR WATCHING, WE NEED TO TALK.” Suddenly, a portal opened up next to him, revealing the woman of the hour herself… Still trying to get it off.

“GOD DAMNIT, MY CHILD, DON’T RUIN THE MOOD!!! SHIT, I’M ALMOST DONE!!!” Her plastic eyes then scanned of to Sherry. “YOU! LESSER CHILD! DO SOMETHING HOT! NOW!!!” Sherry then took the cum she smeared all over her breast and took it into her mouth. “THAT’LL DO IT!!!!” She then came white lego blocks all over Sherry “O O M” She screamed as she did so… This was significantly less hot than being sprayed with normal cum, but Sherry didn’t let it get to her. She reminded her sense of the warm cum dripping from her pussy, and she laid back as the plastic deity and guy in a skirt rambled on about some shit she didn’t really care about for the next few minutes… She then started thinking about horses.

***

“AND SWING!!!” Peat yelled and him and Marc held the fire axe together, swinging it into the front entrance door in another fruitless attempt at smashing it. The axe once again just bounced off the door, not making a single dent. Gathering their strength once more, they two clutched the axe together, reading for the next swing. “AND SWING!!!” Peat yelled again. Once again, no notable progress. “God dammit, this isn’t working, do you have anymore missiles, Marc!?”

“... I’m Marc.”

“Riiiight. Alright, get another one out and we-”

“WAIT!!!” Sham cut off, finally finding some people to save. “THERE’S AN EXIT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CASINO!!!”

“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!?!?” Peat screamed in response. Sham nodded. “GOD FUCKING DAMMIT, I’VE BEEN WASTING MY TIME OVER HERE!!! Come on, Marc, let’s get the fuck out of here!!!” Peat then grabbed Marc’s hand, stopping her from pulling out another missle 10X her size, and started dragging her in the direction Sham was pointing.

“WAIT WAIT! HAVE EITHER OF YOU…” They were gone… Shit, it looked like she was going to have to find Sora, Nath, Chief, and Fernet on her own… Well, progress is progress. She repositioned the bag over her shoulder and got back to running, hoping her ability to fly would kick back in any second now. She’d do a scan for problems, but with the building only having, like, 10-5 minutes left before collapsing, she couldn’t afford the distraction. Every second counted right now.

***

“WHERE…. WHERE THE FUCK….. DID HE GO!?” Yuki painted in a raspy voice, sweating like a fucking bitch. She had been waddle-running in this shitty as flesh armor for a solid few minutes now, and cause of it, she had completely lost Pinzu. It didn’t fucking help this place was almost 90 degrees due to the fire, and this armor was slowly turning into a fucking oven cause of it. Taking a deep breath, she yelled “GOD DAMNIT” and gave up on her hunt. Pinzu was a punk bitch anyways, she could kill him a second time later. The important part was that she was alive, and was most likely going to live to tell the tale so long as she could find an exit to this shitheap of a flaming casino.

Now in a walk rather than furious waddle, Yuki looked around the casino for any form of escape. In her search, she found the meat bicycle Pinzu had abandoned the second he drove in here to kill her, and on top of that, there was some poor pumpkin headed fucker under it.

“.... Who the fuck are you?” Yuki asked Pumpkinhead

“Guy who works for Kiriko, and in extension, you technically. Are you gonna get this damned thing off of me or what?” Pumpkinhead responded with his usual fucking sass.

“.. I mean, I can try, but, I’m a bit-”

“I’VE BEEN LAYING HERE WITH A BIKE CUTTING OFF THE CIRCULATION TO MY FUCKING LEGS FOR ABOUT AN HOUR, COULD YOU PLEASE DO SOMETHING!?”

“Alright alright, sheesh, just give me a second.” Yuki attempted to get the motorcycle off of Pumpkinhead, however, she simply did not have the strength to get if off at this point… Least alone. Someone else then walked to the other side of the bike, and helped heaved it up.

“Wassup, Greymane?” Kiriko asked Yuki, calling her Greymane since her hair was grey, and she and Greymane from World of Warcraft were part human part animal hybrids. It was really clever shit that went right over Yuki’s head, that bitch.

“Been better, Kiriko. Thanks for the help.” Yuki replied. Pumpkinhead got up, then fell over cause his legs were still numb, so he waited a few seconds and then got up.

‘Uuuuurg, don’t know about you two, but this day has been shit.”

“Tell me about it.” Kiriko replied, rolling her eyes, recalling the whole QP incident… Oh shit, she just realized Yuki was not going to take that news lightly at all… Fuuuuck.

“Yo, Kiriko, you feeling alright? You eyes sorta just… Widened a bit.” Yuki asked Kiriko, raising an eyebrow.

“Well….. Uh….”

“OH SHIT! THERE THEY ARE!” Fucking saved by the bell by Tomato and Mimyuu. “The fuck have you bitches been? Me and the Jailbait Jenny have been looking for you faggots everywhere.” Mimyuu lightly kicked Tomato.

“Twenty… Two. o-e” She said in her most irritated voice.

“Yeah I don’t fucking care.”

“Tomato.” Yuki began, making sure Tomato had her attention. “Can you fix this shit?” She asked, pointing at the broken meat bike. Tomato looked over it for a second, putting her finger and thumb over her chin as she inspected it.

“Kiriko, can you clone some of this meat?” Tomato asked Kiriko.

“Fuck yeah, easy.” Kiriko replied.

“Then yeah, shouldn’t take more than a few minutes.”

“Alright, kickass!!!” Yuki replied. “Now…..” Yuki glaced around. From here, she could see the endless vortex of fire that was only way out of here on foot/bike. “We need to find a way through that without immediately burning to death.” She took a few seconds more to scan the area, and, through sheer luck, caught a glance at Sham running around with a large bag of something over her shoulder. Not having many other options, it was worth a shot stealing it.

“Mimyuu.” Yuki began to order.

“Huh? o.o” Mimyuu replied.

“That bitch over there has a bag of stuff. Steal that shit without aggroing the cop, will ya?” Yuki pointed over the Sham, who was standing still for a moment, looking entirely in the wrong direction for survivors.

“From that bitch? HA! Mimyuu is almost offended you gave her such an easy target. But she’ll do it anyways. >:3” Mimyuu then turned to Tomato. “But first. TOMATO!!!! O_e”

“Huh?” Tomato replied, wiping a bit of blood off her face from fiddling with the meat bike.

“HIT MIMYUU IN THE FACE!!! D:<”

“.... Okay.” Tomato then picked up a spare wrench and tossed it at Mimyuu, clobbering her in the eye with it, which gave her a black eye.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!! DX”

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO ASKED FOR IT, DUMB BITCH! Don’t give me any fuckin shit for it.”

“No, no, it’s okay. Thank you. <:,D”

“Ha, you just fucking thanked me for throwing a wrench at you.”

“SHUT UP!!! DX” With her new found injury, Mimyuu ran over to Sham, using the fresh pain to her advantage to let off some very convincing tears. “SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!! DXX” Sham immidietly cocked her head around to see Mimyuu with a black eye.

“Oh my god! What happened to you!?” Sham asked, hand going over her mouth.

“The Waruda didn’t have enough space in their escape vehicle and they left Mimyuu for dead. EVEN TOMATO!!! SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND!!! I’M SO SORRY, SHAM, I DIDN’T KNOOOOOW!!! ;-;” She then hugged clean onto Sham, sobbing as loudly as she could into her shirt. “MIMYUU DOESN’T WANT TO DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE HERE!!! D,X” Playing into Sham’s deep rooted need to right, she took the bait.

“No no no no! You’re not going to die here! I know of a way out, okay? We’ll get you out of here, I promise!” Sham replied, hugging the tiny adult back.

“R-r-really? ;-;”

“Of course, that’s a promise! But first off, let’s get that eye fixed.” Sham broke the hug for a moment and plopped the bag she had onto the ground. She got on her knees, unzipped it, and was promptly knocked the fuck out by Mimyuu, who had just whipped out a hammer and whacked her over the head with it.

“LOL!!! HOLY SHIT, THAT WAS TOO FUCKING EASY!!!! XD” Mimyuu giggled excitedly, storing her oversized hammer away and grabbing the bag… But before she left, she poked Sham in her exposed nipple. No real reason, she just wanted to be able to say she did that and actually mean it… She also stole Sham’s D.S so she could trade Green into her game, cause something as cool as Green deserved to be in the D.S of someone who actually had good taste in pokemon…. She also used one of the puddings, cause this eye actually did hurt….. She also kicked Sham once, cause fuck that bitch. “Alright, Mimyuu’s done. L8R FUCKER!!! Iv<~*” She then merrily skipped away, leaving a trail of cards behind from due to not actually closing her bag, and in the process, leaving Sham to be consumed by fire.

After getting back to the Waruda, she tossed the bag at Yuki’s feet. Mimyuu did a stupid fucking kawaii desu wink in response while pointing both fingers at Yuki.

“Alright, good work Mimyuu. Now, let’s see what we got here…” Yuki shuffled through the bag. There was some pudding, extensions, but most notably, blank hyper cards. Now THIS is something they could use! (maybe) “KIRIKO!!!” Yuki yelled to grab Kiriko’s attention.

“That’s Mama Luigi to you, Mario!” Kiriko replied in an italian accent as she cloned a piece of bone.

“Shut the fuck up, can you make something out of these?” Yuki picked up and tossed the bag over to Kiriko. Kiriko passed her finished bone baby to Tomato and took a peek in the bag.

“Well shit, this is the most fucking perfect thing I’ve seen all day.” Kiriko responded, staring at the bag’s contents. “Just give me a moment…” Kiriko then put on some medical gloves she had inside her medical coat as to not taint the hyper cards with her touch, as well as a vial of green glowing goo. She picked up one of the hyper cards, and put a drop of goo on it. The card flashed green, and became a copy of “Solid Witch”. Kiriko took it the card and showed it off to Yuki.

“Will this work?” Kiriko asked Yuki.

“FUCK. YES. Make about four or five more, and we’re golden!!!” Yuki responded.

“BIKE’S ALMOST DONE, ASSHOLES!!!” Tomato yelled to make sure everyone could hear her.

“About bloody time.” Pumpkinhead pitched in, who was leaning against a slot machine like a smug bitch.

“FUCK YOU, NEEDLEDICK!!! I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU FIX A MEAT BIKE IN UNDER 3 MINUTES!!!”

“IGNORE HIM AND HURRY UP, THIS PLACE DOESN’T HAVE MUCH TIME LEFT!!!” Yuki commanded Tomato.

“Fine, fine, whatever… Asshole.” Tomato got back to work on the bike. It wasn’t really too badly damaged, it was just really shittly put together, most likely made by someone who had no idea how mechanics worked, but had some sort of sudden holy blessing placed on them to be good at this shit long enough to make a bike out of pure flesh and bones. That was at least Tomato’s professional opinion on this thing. All it needed were a few more minor adjustments, aaaaaand…..- Suddenly a slot machine flew clean over the Waruda Gang + Pumpkinhead… What the…..

***

The Chief picked up and tossed another slot machine across the building.

“WHERE IS SHE!?!?” She screamed, picking up and tossing yet another, giving up entirely looking around the casino and, within a barbaric rage, just started smashing shit until she found Tomato or any of the other Waruda. The Chief may be a great leader and excellent warrior in combat. But hide and seek?... Not very much. God damnit, hide and seek sounds so easy on paper, how the fuck is The Chief supposed to find SHIT in here!? There’s too much smoke to see while flying, and there’s too many FUCKING SLOT to see on the ground!!! It was BULLSHIT!!! Shew threw yet another slot machine across the building, just to vent.

Spite being utter rubbage at hide and seek, she did find Fernet, who was sleeping on the fucking job with what looked like a bruise on her head. Infuriated that Fernet was taking a break, she grabbed Fernet by the neck and slammed her against the wall several times.

“WHERE ARE THEY!?!?” The Chief screamed at Fernet.

“WHAT!? WHA- WHAT’S GOING ON, WHERE ARE WE!? WHY IS EVERYTHING ON FIRE!?!?” Fernet screamed back, coming back to reality after being knocked out for so long.

“DAMNIT TALON, WHERE ARE THEY!?!?!?” She screamed again, slamming Fernet against the wall again.

“ALTE, EVERYTHING IS O-”

“I AM THE MOTHERFUCKING MASTER CHIEF AND YOU WILL RESPECT MY TITLE, MAGGOT!!!”

“OKAY, JESUS, CHIEF, WHATEVER, THE BUILDING IS ON FIRE, WE CAN’T STAY HERE!!!”

“I AM NOT LEAVING UNTIL WE ARREST ONE FUCKING WARUDA, TALON!!!”

“HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT THAT MAYBE THEY LEFT CAUSE THE BUILDING IS ON FUCKING FIRE!?!?” Chief took a second to think about this…

“.... fffffFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!” In a blind rage, she tossed Fernet with the strength of 10,000 supermen clean up, and out of the casino via the open roof. Fernet made a solid ear piercing scream she became one with the cosmos. Thankfully, Fernet was a durable motherfucker, so she’d most likely survive this… Most likely. Now knowing the Waura were either A, escaping as she thought about this, or B, about to leave, The Chief took off to the sky, and waited above the Casino for even the slightest amount of movement outside of it. This was a great plan.

***

“-And that’s why this was all basically your fault.” Pinzu finally finished to Roblox Sweet Breaker. Roblox Sweet Breaker lowered her iPhone for a second to pay attention to Pinzu.

“I’m sorry, my child, I was looking at pictures of hentai girls. You were saying something?” Roblox Sweet Breaker asked.

“He was basically sayin you didn’t read his mind, thus you didn’t give him enough super powers to beat Yuki.” Sherry answered, who had redressed herself during Pinzu’s monologue.

“Yeah, basically that, but you’re ALSO my guardian angel, so you SHOULD have known what I needed, bitch.”

“My child, does it look like I give a shit about your first world problems?” Roblox Sweet Breaker asked, putting her phone back away in her skirt pocket.

“YOU’RE MY GUARDIAN ANGEL! My first world problems should be, like, your FIRST concern! Also, you ruined my life by doing nothing, so fuck you for that too.”

“Are you just going to bitch and moan all day, my child? Maybe instead of blaming ME for your shitty life, you should look at yourself and learn from your own stupid mistakes!”

“FUCK THAT SHIT, I DON’T NEE-.”

“P-pinzu.” Cuddles suddenly coughed, waking up from being knocked out earlier.

“SHUT UP, I DON’T CARE!!!” Pinzu replied.

“Pinzu… Cuddles…. Too low on fluff now….. Dying.”

“I DON’T CARE, DIE SOMEWHERE ELSE!!! Anyways, Roblo-”

“Pinzu… Please…. Deliver my gem to-”

“NO, I DON’T CARE, GO AWAY!”

“Please….. Cuddles’s…. Last wish…… Deliver to Krila.”

“Oh my fucking god, I don’t have time for this, SHERRY, YOU DO IT!” Pinzu yelled at Sherry, pointing at her.

“Who on earth is Krila?” Sherry asked, taking a swig of whisky from her flask… Let’s all pray she’s not pregnant now.

“Krila…. Can fix Cuddles.”

“OH MY GOD JUST DIE FASTER!!!”

“Fuck…… You…… Pinzu…” With that, Cuddle’s body completely unraveled, leaving only the stains of time, and his purple glowing gem.

“Finally, anyways, Roblo-”

“My child, you must deliver that gem to Krila.”

“WHAT!? NO, I’M NOT DOING THA-”

“YES YOU ARE, MY CHILD!!! That’s your quest now!”

“My quest is to kill Yuki and marry Saki, you bitch! We already discussed this!”

“No we didn’t, my child, you just set they by yourself! Technically you had no quest after finding Kiriko, but now I’m going to give you your NEW QUEST!!!”

“YOU CAN’T DO THAT! THIS IS MY LIFE, AND YOU CAN’T CONTROL IT!!!”

“TOO BAD, YOU WANTED SOME MOTHERFUCKING DIRECT INFLUENCE ON YOUR LIFE!?!? HERE YOU FUCKING GO, MY CHILD!!! Your quest is to deliver THAT gem to Krila in ONE PIECE, defeat the Waruda, and confess your undying love to Saki, followed by getting married MAYBE. That's your quest, and after that, you’ll get to live happily ever fucking after, okay my child!? And if you don’t do that shit by christmas I WILL HAVE YOUR SOUL!!!”

“BULLSHIT, THAT’S THE EXACT SAME PUNISHMENT AND DEADLINE AS LAST TIME!!!”

“TOO BAD, JUST DO IT OR ELSE!!!”

“What’s even gonna happen if you take my soul, huh!? Why should I even give a shit- in fact, I BET YOU CAN’T EVEN STEAL MY SOUL!!!”

“I SO FUCKING CAN, MY CHILD!!! I am your GUARDIAN ANGEL” she did a pose “If I wanted to turn you into a fucking My Little Pony OC, I COULD, OKAY!? I CONTROL EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!!! YOUR MY BITCH, AND I’M ONLY GONNA TAKE THE FUCKING LEASH OFF IF YOU DO MY SHITTY ASS QUEST, GOT IT MOTHERFUCKER!?!?”

“GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!”

“I FUCKING LOOK FORWARD TO IT, ASSHOLE!!!”

“GOOD, IT’S ALL YOUR FUCKING GOOD AT!!!”

“I’LL FUCKING TAKE THAT TITLE AS A BADGE OF FUCKING HONOR, BITCH!!!”

“FUCK YOU!!!”

“FUCK YOU!!!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

“Guys.” Sherry cut in. “The entire building is about to explode maybe.”

“SHUT UP!!!”
“SHUT UP!!!”

“Aw shucks, I don’t wanna die here.”

“You aren’t, my lesser drunk child, now help Pinzu out of this shithole before he dies, maybe, I don’t care, just make sure he has the fucking gem, okay? Okay. Bye.” With that, Roblox Sweet Breaker fucked off into a portal.

“GOD DAMNIT, GET BACK HERE!!!” Pinzu yelled, attempting to strangle Roblox Sweet Breaker. But alas… He just missed her. “DAMNIT!!! I HATE HER!!! I HATE HER!!!” Her cried to himself like a bitch.

“...... You wanna have sex again?” Sherry asked Pinzu.

“... Not really, no.”

“Oh….” Bored, Sherry went over to Cuddle’s corpse and picked up his purple gem, cause apparently it was important or whatever, and stashed it into her aviator coat. “Well, I reckon we should most likely get along out of here before we die.” Sherry continued.

“Alright… I guess we could take my bi-” Just then, a bunch of green glowing Waruda members all piled atop Pinzu’s bike drove right past them. “Or not, whatever. That’s fine, I guess we’ll just die or whatever.”

“Not today, Pinzu, check it!” Sherry then took out a large liter of Diet Coke from her aviator jacket.

“... What’s that supposed to do?” Pinzu asked, staring at the bottle.

“It’s mah plan B in case I ever get lost during a flight. Behold, sugar.” She then shook the bottle at a very impressive speed till it was most likely bound to bursting. “Grab my back, sugar!” Following her instructions, Pinzu walked behind her and grabbed a hold of her back. Getting ready, Sherry flipped the bottle over, and un-capped it, causing soda to spray onto the floor.

“.... So what was your plan again?”

“This.” Sherry then took an entire pack of Mentos out, and stuffed the entire thing into the bottom. “... Wait for it….. Wait for i-” *ZOOM*. The combo of diet soda and Mentos did their magic, and the two skyrocketed upwards, out of the casino.

“YEEEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!!!!” Sherry cried, enjoying the rush.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” Pinzu screamed like a bitch, not enjoying the rush. The two took off for…. Wherever, who the fuck knows? To look for Krila, and save Pinzu’s mortal soul before Roblox Sweet Breaker totally stole it on christmas day, riding on their magical fueled up soda bottle into the cloudy maybe night sky.

***

After a lot of fiddling, Kai had figured out an efficient way of opening and closing the firewall. By moving the fingers of his right hand in a specific way, he could move all the fire to the sides harmlessly so people could exit, and when he stopped, it closed back up. Easy and simple! All he had to do now was wait for people. And right on time, Peat and Marc showed up.

“THE FUCK IS THIS!?” Peat yelled, staring at the firewall. “HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO-” Before he could finish, Kai moved the flames to the side. “...... Oh.”

“Ladies first.” Kai said in a somewhat funny tone.

“Oh hey Kai! Geez, it’s been such a long time since we saw each other! How have yo-” Marc was cut off by something in the distance exploding due to the fire “-... We’ll catch up later. I hope you’ve been well.” Marc did a little elegant bow while holding the sides of her dress and ran through the open firewall to the safe outside world. Now it was just Peat and Kai here.

“... So… Uh… No hard feelings, right?” Peat asked, sweating slightly. “... You’re not gonna like… Close the wall while I’m halfway through, right?”

“I’m not an asshole like you, so I don’t plan on it. But thanks for assuming so lowly of me, though. I appreciate it.” Kai responded. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds.

“.... Yeah…. Um…” Peat began. He felt like he should say something, but he just settled with “... We’ll settle this later, I suppose... Thank you.” He then ran through the open firewall and escaped the Casino… What an asshole.

With nothing else to do until Sham came back personally to tell him everyone was safe, Kai just twiddled his fingers, thinking about stuff, like, what he was going to do after all this was over. Would he go home, or something?... Oh wait, yeah, he did rob the police station and blew up one of their cars, so he was most likely either going to live the rest of his life on the run, or in jail… Or, knowing how this week’s been going, he was just gonna be dead… Or not, I mean, shit happens, maybe things will just work out in the end like some sort of crappy fairy tale, who knows?

While waiting for Sham to pop up, very suddenly, the entire Waruda gang and that pumpkin headed fucker from before, all glowing green for whatever reason, on a fucking motorbike that looked like it was crafted int hell itself drove clean past him, and through the firewall without even getting so much as a burn, making loud whooping noises of victory as they did so. Kai’s first thought was “What the fuck just happened”, but that was quickly blocked out by “why did they have the bag I gave Sham?”......

“FUCK.” Kai screamed out loud, bursting into a sprint. He followed the trail of blood left behind by the shitty hell bike, hoping it would lead him to wherever Sham was. Hopefully, she was just a ditz and left it laying somewhere where the Waruda just took it, nothing more. But knowing the Waruda, and how they were about to potentially killer her earlier- SHIT HE HAD TO UP THE PACE, AND FAST.

Eventually, Kai hit the end of the trail. There were some cards scattered on the ground he supposed the Waruda found worthless and didn’t bother picking back up, mostly being a few “Evil Spywork” cards, as well as “Protagonist's Privileges”. These were definitely from the bag, since Kai remembered he did accidentally touch a few hyper cards when he was collecting them for the bag, and these HAD to have come from that, since their HIS cards. Neglecting to actually pick up any of the cards in his rush, he began to follow a small trail of the cards, hoping that Sham would be at the end, and… Fuck.

“SHAM!!!” Kai screamed, running over to the unconscious Sham. There was definitely some blood coming from her head, but he had no idea how bad it was. The first thing he did was check her pulse…….. Kai didn’t know how to check for a pulse.

“GOD DAMNIT, I WASN’T TRAINED FOR THIS SHIT!!!” Kai screamed to himself. He decided to try shaking her a bit, hoping that would somehow wake her up, but that didn’t seem to work. Thankfully, her eyes were closed, and since this was the real world, if she was dead, they’d probably be at least a little open. This gave Kai enough hope to try and get her the fuck out of her during the possible 3 minutes this place had left. Kai picked up Sham, legs cradled over his left arm, and her back/neck area over his right, and he fucking booked it for the exit.

Kai began sweating up a storm as his stamina slowly left him while carrying Sham. Besides just being naturally unfit from spending most of his life either sitting down or driving, the fire spreading all around the casino was overheating his body to an absurd amount. It didn’t help he already used most of his energy running over and find Sham, and now that he had less energy than ever, he now had to get back while carrying her, but somehow, he managed to find the strength to push his body to keep moving forwards.

Somewhere along the lines, due to the excessive moving and sweat pouring from his face, his glasses dropped from his face, and onto Sham’s stomach. There was no way to reclaim them without putting her down, wasting precious seconds that could be the difference between life and death, he just kept running while mostly blind, traveling the casino mostly off of memory.

While running, Kai bumped into slot machines, grazed intense pillars of invulnerable-metal burning fire, nearly tripped over pieces of destroyed furniture, ect. His entire body felt like it was being eaten alive, his nerves all trembling from the pressure of the situation. Doubt clouded his mind, the thought of failing, and dying here because of his god damned need to save this woman he’s only known for one day. What the hell was he doing!? This was suicide!!! He was already dead!!!!! Why the fuck was he even trying anymore!?!?

… Yet, after taking another glance at Sham… The blood rushing from her forehead…. The innocent look on her face as if she was just napping… It somehow gave him this unexplained feeling of adrenaline. She… She couldn’t die here. Kai could, but not her. Kai didn’t have a future, he knew this all too well from his dead end taxi driving job, but her? She HAD something to lose dying here! She was one of the few people who actually gave a crap about society, who actually wanted to help people, even when they did nothing but shit on her for it!!! The city, no. The fucking WORLD needed her!!! Kai simply accepted this was most likely going to be his last day on earth and kept running. It didn’t matter what his body was feeling, he needed to get Sham out of here. She was going to be his legacy, and through her, Kai was going to live on… That’s at least what he told himself to make this seem a little less batshit insane.

After a shit ton more running, he could blurrily see it. The firewall! He was in the homestretch now!!! However, after stopping to open it up, due to how he was holding Sham, he realized he couldn’t position his hand in the way he used before to open it up, and didn’t know if Peat and Marc were on the other side to pick her up for him. On top of all that, the fire was only growing more and more out of control, very rapidly spreading everywhere in sight. Every second Kai stood here thinking of a plan, things only got worse, and the actual chance of getting Sham out of here before this place collapsed withered away more and more.….. Fuck it. He took a few steps back, took a deep breath, and just ran.

He jetted his head down, and arms around Sham, trying to protect her from the fire as much as he could. His red right hand was able to repel some of the fire just from the basic understand that Kai didn’t want to be touching the fire. The invisible fire shield was just enough to keep his head, arms, and torso mostly safe, but his legs… he could feel the skin peeling off from the heat. Kai screamed in agony as his legs slowly burned to a crisp as he ran. What was most likely just a 30 second long run through the hallway and out felt like an eternity. Soon, his powers began to weaken, and he could feel the fire close in more and more. He couldn’t tell how far he was, just that the heat was slowly closing in on him, eating away at his body. Soon, he felt his arms slowly giving away from the pain, his grip on Sham slowly losing its grip. However, against all odds, he kept his grip on her, waves of determination coursing through his body as only one thing rang through his mind.

“She isn’t going to die here. She ISN’T going to die here. SHE ISN’T GOING TO DIE HERE!!! SHE ISN’T GOING TO DIE HERE!!!!!!”

Soon came the point, however, where he could feel his arms giving out from burns. He physically began to lose his grip on her out of his own free will. Using the last of his strength, praying to god the exit was right there, he threw Sham as far as he could, and fell face first into the flames.

The flames completely enveloped him. The pain completely consumed him. He let out as loud a scream he could as his flesh seared under the intense flames he himself had made not so long ago. His entire life began to flash before him. His life both after entering this world… And before. His mom… His dad….. His sister…….. His dog……… The last birthday he spent with all of them…….. All the things he never got to do.…… Soon… The feeling of pain subsided… It instead just felt… Warm.. Almost pleasant. Blackness enveloped his vision, and soon… There was white…. White….. White….

***

After checking in and getting their keys, Suguri unlocked the door to their motel room, Hime with an arm over her shoulder due to still being a bit too weak to walk on her own, and laid her down on the bed.

“Suguri.” Hime began in a somewhat tired voice. “I would rather appreciate if we could just go hom-”

“No.” Suguri quickly replied, making sure to lock the door the their room with all the available locks on it. “Home’s too far, and I don’t have enough strength in me to fly that far. I’m sorry.”

“... Why are you putting so many locks on the door?” Hime asked.

“I don’t trust motels.” Suguri lied. In reality, she was afraid Pumpkinhead, wherever he was, might try to trail them. If he does, he’s not getting in here, least not on Suguri’s watch. Also, Hime didn’t need to know about that fucker, least not yet. With the whole casino incident, it’d be best if they both just rested for a bit.

“Oh… Alright” Hime replied, snuggling herself under the bed’s blanket cause it was chilly. Suguri then walked over to the window and shut the blinds. “... And the blinds?”

“I don’t trust motels.” Suguri said again.

“.... A-alright.” Hime replied, voice a little shaken. Suguri looked back at the blinds a bit, and back at Hime.

“... Is something up?” Suguri asked Hime. Shit, she asked her directly. Hime could not lie to Suguri… She had to spill the beans. Hime un-tucked herself from the blanket and sat on the side of the bed closest to Suguri.

“.... Suguri, could you… sit down with me, please?” Hime asked, gently patting the spot next to her. Suguri was somewhat concerned as to why.

“Um… Of course.” Suguri walked cautiously over to Hime, and took a seat next to her. “What’s on your mind?” Hime took a deep, deep breath, and exhaled. Suguri felt a cold rush down her spine. She wasn’t sure why, but the way Hime was so slow to talk, she felt this was something serious.

“Suguri….” Hime reached into a pocket in her dress, and took out… An odd camera…. The… The exact same camera from….. Suguri’s heart started pounding. No… No this wasn’t happening right now. NO. OH DEAR GOD NO.

“Uh…… Uhhhh…… Uuuuuhhhh” Suguri muttered. Hime then put a finger over Suguri’s mouth, shushing her.

“Suguri, the first thing I need to ask you is are you okay?” This simple question took 2,000 pounds off of Suguri’s back. Just her prioritizing Suguri’s well being above… Well… The things Suguri said on that tape confirmed to her that Hime wasn’t mad about Suguri’s.. Well.. Feelings for her… Unless…

“I-I’m fine, at least I am now, but ... How much of the video did you-”

“All of it.” Hime quickly replied. Suguri wasn’t sure if this made things better due to the previous thought process she just had, or worse cause Hime actually knows.

“... Oh god, Hime.. I’m so sorry, I didn’t want this to-”

“Ta ta ta, Suguri.” Hime cut off. “This was not something you had control over, and I shall not be mad at you for having to spill your innermost thought out against your will to some… Some…” Hime tried to think of a proper word to describe Pumpkinhead that wasn’t too graphic. “HOOLIGAN of a man!”

“So… So you’re not mad?” Suguri asked, the tension in her slowly easing up.

“Of course I’m not mad… But I am a bit… Um….” Hime put a finger on her lower lip, thinking once again of an appropriate word. “I suppose “confused” is a correct term for this feeling. The Suguri on that tape was much different from the one I personally know, so I must ask you… How much of you, the one I am looking at now, i-is the genuine Suguri?” Suguri noticed the hell out of that stutter. She was no longer sure whether or not Hime was being genuine about not being mad at her or not… Suguri took a deep breath, and got ready.

“Hime, I’m sorry… The tough girl front… It was a persona. I acted like that during the little war, far before I met you, to intimidate people, both friend and foe. When I met you, I… I couldn’t bring myself to take it off. I was scared that if I did, you wouldn’t... “ Suguri stepped back from what she was about to say, and took a new route. “I was afraid the juxtaposition would be too great. That if I went from solid, stone cold military girl to this anime weeb personality, you’d think lesser of me.”

“So… So you’ve been lying to me this entire time?” Oh shit, that’s right, Hime did have really, really strong feelings about lies.

“ I just…. I was scared, Hime. I…” A few tears began to trickle down Suguri’s face. There was no beating around it now. She had to just say it, or Hime would take this entirely the wrong way. “I just have these… Strong feelings about you, Hime. Feelings that make me almost anxious when I’m near you. I know I should have loosened up years ago, but the fear… This fear that you’d think even the slightest bit lesser of me kept crawling around me, and I… And I just never got around to telling the truth.”

“So.. What you said to the man was true? It wasn’t a lie to get him to stop.”

“No… No I’m so sorry, Hime, I’m so sorry....” Suguri heart felt like an anvil, dragging down her entire body, gaining more and more weight behind it with every word Suguri came closer to her confession. “Hime… I…” One. Last. Deep. Breath “Hime, I love you.” Suguri was shaking a tremendous amount. Before Hime could reply, Suguri upped the ante. “You’re the most.. Wonderful, caring, passionate, funny, just absolutely amazing person I’ve ever met. Before I met you, I never thought I could ever… Just… Feel this way about anyone… But when I met you… I just… Felt this warmness inside myself.” She made direct heart contact with Hime for just a moment, and her heart nearly pounded out of her chest. She wasn’t sure if she was about to cry, or just flat out vomit right onto Hime, so she stopped. She just looked the side, and pretended she was alone, just so she could say what she wanted without thinking of Hime.. Just being there.

“... Suguri-”

“Hime, I know, I know, this isn’t something you most likely want to hear, I like at, especially after today, but…” Suguri held back a sudden surge of puke, and swallowed it. “But I can’t stand just… JUST being friends at this point, y’know?... Like, just going out dancing, and going to the arcade, and walking, and- and I still WANT to do that stuff but… I want to do more than that. I want to…” She choked, tears now very clearly running down her face. “Just…. Take it a step further… You know? Like…..” She couldn’t believe she was about to say this, but… “Like in the story.”

“... O-oh.” Those three small letters shot through Suguri like a shotgun. Just the mere reminder Hime was there was killing her, to know that she was trending on such thin, thin ice. Suguri attempted to breath, but her lungs were completely clogged with sporadic in and out takes of air. Suguri continued, spite every word hurting her.

“If… If you don’t want me around anymore, cause I creep you out, or… Or anything… I can leave you alone. I don’t… I don't want to hurt you, Hime, I just-” Hime immediately hugged Suguri. Suguri couldn’t tell if Hime’s touch was like being touched by the warmest, softest pillow in the world, or like being scraped by a thousand razor blades.

“NO!!! No… No Suguri, no… Please no. Do NOT say that, no. Please don’t… I… I couldn’t live without you, Suguri. Never, NEVER even joke about that again. Do you understand!?”

“H-Hime…”

“You are the only person I trust, Suguri, with anything. I have friends, yes, but… You’re far more than that. You’re someone I can rely on every single day, someone I can actually pour my feeling out to! You never judge me, or call me stupid for not getting things, or anything!!! You… You just treat me like a real person. Not some overly glorified piece of circuits and artificial skin. Y-you make me feel REAL, SUGURI!!!” Hime slowly began crying too. The mere thought of losing Suguri began to flood her mind, causing her to clutch Suguri harder.

“Hime… Do…. Do you…”

“Suguri.... I…. I love you too.” Those words…. They lifted something from Suguri. The feelings she felt did not subside, yet… Yet the felt more positive now… She reached round Hime, finally returning the hug, crying harder than ever before. Everything… Everything was going to be okay, she knew it now. Suguri began to move her head, ready to engage a kiss onto Hime to seal the deal, just to make sure this was true… That this was real.

“Oh my god… Hime… I-”

“You’re my sister, Suguri, I’ll always love you, no matter what!!!”...... What.

*Roundabout starts playing*

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