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F-Zero: Seppuku 1/3	By : Siontix Category: +A through F > F-Zero Views: 1273 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own F-Zero or any of the "official characters". F-Zero belongs to Nintendo. F-Zero: Seppuku is a non-profit series.

Chapter List
- 1-F-Zero: Seppuku 1/3
- 2-Lap 2
- 3-Lap 3
- 4-Lap 4
- 5-Lap 5
- 6-Lap 6
- 7-Lap 7
- 8-Lap 8
- 9-Lap 9
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==LAP 1==
Mute City, Japan--the most populated metropolis on Earth. Mute City was soon to host the first race for the annual F-Zero Grand Prix. The universe was becoming very festive as the grand opening was one day away. Many taverns and secret gambling parlors were opening for the upcoming race, the first race of the Grand Prix would bring in many fans to watch F-Zero while drinking. Many have attempted to turn their ordinary vehicles into F-Zero machines, most of them fail. Those who succeed normally wreck their machine or die attempting the various sharp turns. Red Canyon was one of the most popular parts of Japan for novices to train at in their machines--but very rarely would they succeed. Some notable racers who have perfected the handling of F-Zero machines are Rick Wheeler, Captain Falcon, Black Shadow, and Samurai Goroh. Captain Falcon earned himself the most fame of all others due to his mysterious persona and career. Captain Falcon was currently the fan-favorite.
A young woman was walking along the lower part of Mute City, where only the poor and scum roamed. This section of the city was referred to as the Lower City. The young woman was carrying a heavy package. Her appearance consisted of a pale green stock hat, grey turtleneck shirt, purple shorts, and dark jackboots.
The young woman passed by a small alley where two men were smoking. She had noticed the presence of the two men without directly looking at them and picked up the pace, foreseeing trouble. One of the men took the others cigarette out of their mouth and tossed it on the ground. He whispered softly into his companion’s ear, they both grinned.
The young woman momentarily bobbed her head up in fright, she could tell that the men had begun stalking her closely. She began toying around with her light gold hair trying to calm herself down, she was easily assuming that these two were dangerous. She rounded the corner of the block hoping that their decision to follow her was just a coincidence, and that they were merely walking along the streets. Unfortunately they were not. The two men had rounded the corner as well. The young woman began to panic as she quickly came to the realization that she would not be reaching her destination without confronting them. As she continued to contemplate fearfully what might happen, she left her guard down. She accidentally allowed one of the men to run in front of her.
Chiya gasped as she looked into the man’s brown eyes. He had an unrealistic looking grin and a solid stare; but worst of all, the putrid odor of alcohol was slipping out from between his lips.
“Say, where are you off to in such a hurry?” the man asked with a devious smile. The other man had caught up with the two, he walked to the side of the woman.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I really must be getting somewhere before midnight,” she responded nervously.
The two men exchanged glances then began laughing at her. The two men were easily making her feel uncomfortable. “You really should have a man accompanying you, little girl, maybe if you gave us your address we could escort you home...”
“Th- that won’t be necessary,” she said with a fake smile.
An awkward moment of silence had occurred, the two were definitely up to something bad. Both men were staring at her, waiting for her to speak again or do something. She was merely waiting for the two to leave.
“So toots, how about taking your top off,” proposed the man.
The woman’s eyes widened instantly heavily offended by his choice of words, “No thank you!” she said with an intense glare.
“We’ll help you then, lets get that shirt off of you.” He turned towards his companion and chuckled, “Get the box out of her hands.”
The man to the left grasped the box she was holding and threw it into the air. The box roughly landed on the sidewalk and slid about a meter.
The woman‘s pupils began to quiver at the box. She instantly glared and grunted in fury, “You idiot!” she yelled as she landed a punch straight across his face.
The man was quickly knocked to his knees, he slid and greatly scraped his knees against the concrete sidewalk, “Dammit! I‘m sick of this!”
Both men at that moment pulled out pocket knives, the man who threw the box grabbed her arm. She struggled and kicked her legs constantly, trying to break free despite the immense intimidation they had over her.
“Get your hands off of me you pigs!”
The young woman was trapped in the man’s grasp, as he was much stronger than his counterpart who had been beaten to the ground with ease. The man got up from the ground, his eyes were leaking and pants now ripped. He raised his knife above the collar of the woman’s shirt and began to tear it down slowly. She closed her eyes while struggling to escape, she simply wasn’t brave enough to fight back on the account that they both had weapons. She found her situation hopeless. Her bra was momentarily revealed. The men were both smiling and obsessing over her exposed cleavage, they were both drooling perversely as they prepared to remove the bra.
“I’m surprised trash is still on the streets by Thursday nights,” a mysterious voice echoed.
The two men paused what they were doing and looked around, searching for the anonymous voice surrounding them. There was no one in the immediate area, leaving the two very confused. The man tearing her shirt off grunted and scratched his head.
“Wh- what?”
“Usually by Thursday morning the garbage truck picks up trash as yourselves.”
“Wh- where the Hell are you?” the man demanded.
No response was heard. The two sex offenders continued to look around for the mysterious man, but ultimately saw nothing. The man continued to scratch his head with the tip of his blade, but momentarily grunted with a smirk.
“Whatever, lets continue!” he muttered to the woman‘s face..
The man holding her continued to chuckle with a very intoxicated look.
CRACK!
The man holding her gasped and widened his eyes. He found that a splash of blood had hit his shirt immediately after the large cracking sound, “What the-”
The man that was tearing her shirt off now had a bullet in his neck, he constantly grunted as he looked into the woman’s eyes, but fell down dead momentarily. The man holding the woman looked up, gasping at the sight of a figure with a rifle on the roof of the building they were standing next to. The figure stood in front of the moon perfectly silhouetted. The man was wearing a large coat, scarf, and a sharply trimmed fedora.
“Dude, you just killed him!” shouted the remaining sex offender.
The dark figure leapt down onto the ground somehow landing on his feet perfectly. The man cocked his rifle and ejected a large shell from the barrel. He tilted his fedora up and smirked at the criminal. The man had a visor just like Captain Falcon. The moon’s reflection shined on his visor as his smirk momentarily disappeared.
“I grow tired of your kind making humanity look like a group of wild animals. I’ve been dealing with your type for years. If you’re a wild animal, then I’m the hunter…”
The man holding the woman began to tremble at the intimidating man. The young woman quickly took advantage of the distracting moment and slipped out of his grasp. Without knowing if this dark figure was a friend or foe she leapt around him for protection. The sex offender gasped and dropped his knife, he surrendered out of fear.
The dark figure chuckled and nodded at the sex offender, “I strongly recommend moving your operations to another sector of this city. The Lower City is strictly under my jurisdiction.”
The criminal shut his eyes and growled, “Fine! I better not find the cops at my door tomorrow or I’ll…-” The criminal gritted his teeth as he was trying to find an intimidating threat to make towards the man. He realized that he had little-to-no threats that could possibly scare him. The sex offender ran away while he still could. The mysterious figure made no attempt to chase or shoot him, simply letting him run away. He momentarily holstered his rifle onto his back and crossed his arms together.
The woman covered up her nearly revealed chest while exhaling in relief, “Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, I th-”
“Did they hurt you at all?”
She dipped her head down and lowered her eyelids, “No, they didn’t, but they held me very roughly...”
The man grabbed the box off of the ground and handed it back to her, he quirked his mouth and raised his eyebrow, “This seems somewhat heavy for someone of your shape. Mind me asking what’s inside?”
The woman scratched the back of her head while laughing silently, she lowered her eyebrows, “Uh, well, it’s kinda’ silly...”
The man nodded at her and pulled out a small device, he pressed down on a button. Within an instant upon pressing the button a noise could be heard coming their way. The young woman wanted to see what the man was doing before she would leave. Suddenly a very fast vehicle turned around a block and rushed towards them. The woman’s eyes widened in shock as the vehicle came at an unnatural speed. The vehicle stopped in front of them but had no passenger. The vehicle was hovering about three feet in the air and appeared to be designed for about two passengers, one front and backseat. This was no ordinary vehicle. The number 47 was seen on the side of the vehicle and the words <I>Red Dove</I>.
The young woman slapped her cheek and gasped, “Blimey! It’s an F-Zero machine!” she blurted out in astonishment.
“Yep.”
The man seemed to have no interest in sticking around for chatter and had begun walking towards his F-Zero machine. The device he had in his hand called for his vehicle to autopilot to his location. The woman gasped as she lifted the box up above her chest.
“Wait sir!” she said while approaching him quickly.
The man stopped and turned around looking at the package she was bringing over to him. She appeared to be offering the man the box. She sighed and closed her eyes.
“I think you need this more than I do,” she said handing the box over. The man carefully opened up the box, he looked inside and grunted. The box contained a custom made F-Zero engine. An F-Zero engine was much different than the average vehicular engine, allowing for a vehicle to go nearly 2000 km/h.
“I sunk every last Federation credit I had into building this engine, but seeing as to how I don’t have any of the other needed parts, please consider it a gift for sav-”
“This is a class C engine, it would only slow me down.”
The woman gasped and immediately frowned having her gift denied. She began to tremble with a saddened look after having the box handed back to her. The man was looking into her eyes while rubbing his chin, he was seeing something in the woman that intrigued him.
“You’re wrong, I don’t need it; but perhaps you could indeed use it yourself one day...”
The man turned around and got inside of his vehicle. He looked back at her and pulled out a handgun. The young woman widened her eyes and gasped.
“Bloody Hell don’t shoot me!”
She prepared to leap onto the ground, believing that he was going to shoot her. Instead the man threw the gun to her. She had barely caught the handgun while also holding the large box. She looked down at the heavy handgun in confusion.
“Huh?”
“Carry this from now on, I think those two planned on doing things other than kill you.”
The woman moved her eyes to the left and lowered her eyelids in shame, “I will sir, may I ask what your name is?”
He hesitated to answer, looking away from her, “Lieutenant Seppuku.” He took one last look at her and grinned before pulling away from the curb, “We’ll be in touch.”
The woman smiled as his machine began to move, “Oh, great! My name is-”
The man drove off immediately after saying his name, clearly wanting nothing else from the young woman. The woman turned around and looked at the now dead criminal, only just realizing what she had just gone through. She turned her head back towards the Red Dove as it turned and went down a different street.
“Chiya Flower,” she answered aloud to herself.
To be continued!
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