KiriNOwen !MqTkhp80TA 2009/03/18 (Wed) 12:36 No. 15815 ▼ File 123737979860.jpg - (412.18KB, 809x1100 , AndYouAre?.jpg)
My loins scream in agony, but I don’t have the time to be a baby about it; Momizi can’t hold the rest of those gunny bunnies off forever. Hobbling to my feet, I bring my .22 Libery back out into the open; pathetic against all those sub-machine guns, but it’s the best I’ve got right now.
For just a second or two I stare at the path Tewi took before she turned the corner and vanished from my sight. She’s a real tough girl, lots of tenacity and resolve. It’s those kind of things that make a good prosecutor; I’d know, I’ve been one for years. Guts and gumption, that ability to put aside your squeamishness and your pity in pursuit of your duty. Wonder how she might have turned out if she hadn’t gotten so deep in with the mob…
“We need to go after the girl, Momizi!” I yell to the guard, still valiantly holding the mobsters back with concentrated bursts of bullets. “It’s a losing battle over here! Let’s move!”
She empties her clip for good measure, then nods to me as we both run after Tewi, my companion loading her last spare magazine into the weapon. Looking at the AK this close makes me feel rather poorly endowed with my puny weapon. Sure wish I’da kept that shotgun from before…
Without all that echoing gunfire bouncing around the walls, it’s not hard for me to hear the tapping of Tewi’s shoes ahead of us on the floor. Pushing my aching limbs as fast as they’ll go, with Momizi easily keeping up the pace, we quickly make some headway on the little rabbit as she wheels around with reckless abandon through the halls of the courtroom offices. It isn’t long before I manage to grab her and wrestle the gun from her hands. I might not be very strong, but having a foot and a half of height over this girl certainly has it’s advantages.
“The helletmego, idiot!” she screams, trying to claw at my face and hands as I use my superior size to pin her to the ground, aided by nudges from Momizi’s gun barrel. “Hate you! Hate you all! I’m gonna kill everyone in this building when it’s all over! Reisen, Eirin, that whore Kaguya, you, your little dog too, everyone! You can’t stop me! I’m gonna slice your balls off!”
She puts up a good show, but I can tell there’s no real heart in it. Defendants do this every now and again. They’ll go on some kind of insane offensive to scare you, when they’re really just ready to crack with one more solid push. There’s only one way to deal with those kind of people: show them how pathetic they really are. They don’t deserve violence or death threats any more than they mean the ones they give, but that doesn’t mean I plan to go easy on ‘em. No, what I’d really like to do is just show them the back of my hand. Obviously I can’t do that in open court. But since this isn’t exactly open court…
I let my newly-liberated AK slide out of my hands as I draw my palm back and slap Tewi across the cheek. That shuts her up nice and good. I glare at her with eyes full of the righteous fires of charisma.
“I just saved your life, you ungrateful little rat,” I explain to her sternly, in a tone that even shouting can’t match the intensity of (a little trick I’ve picked up from years grilling witnesses). “Your mob left you high and dry, and after that little ‘ball game’ you played with me I shouldn’t have cared less if they smoked you back there or not. But I stuck my neck out for you, and you’re gonna talk to me like that? You’re really gonna take on your ex-mob by yourself? Sounds like you just wanna take the easy way out, go down and lose in a pointless blaze of glory. Losing’s easy, girl. Any two-bit fool can do it. But winning is tough. And you’re too tough to lose yet, Little Miss Tewi. So shut up, quit your whining, and help us out; maybe we’ll get out of this alive if we work together.”
Making sure Momizi still has the bunny in her sights, I ease up on the pressure and get up off of her. She eyes the gun cautiously, then picks herself up, keeping her skirt pressed against her legs to avoid…oh yeah, that’s right. I never did manage to give her back her panties. Retrieving them from my pocket, I offer them to her, and she snatches them back like a starving child stealing a loaf of bread from a vendor’s stall. Her eyes are poisonous and her brow furrowed as she pierces my gaze with daggers.
“Cheap words, slick,” she comments. “Bet you’ll say that to any jailbait you get your hands on.”
I smirk. “Just the ones who try to castrate me.”
Suddenly, there’s the click-click of a gun being primed to fire, and I look behind you to see three armed rabbits pointing various sub-machine guns at us, their faces dark and emotionless. Brilliant; this is what I get for turning my back on a hostile party and wasting all my time on Tewi. One of them grins devilishly and mocks me as she aims the gun in between my eyes.
“Court is adjourned, mother fu—“
Fire. Burning. Heat. Screams. Suddenly the trio of assailants burst into flames before my eyes, putting the three of us completely out of their minds as immense pain becomes their only prerogative. The hell is this, now? I watch motionlessly as a torrent of fire from behind them burns their clothes off their bodies, soon followed by their hair and skin, until in mere seconds all three are reduced to limp, blackened corpses on the ground, their guns ever so slightly red from the heat of the hellfire that consumed them.
“Just can’t stand all this foul language you kids use these days,” a gravelly voice says from down the hall.
Amidst the hazy air and smoke from the bodies you see a rather improbable figure standing with what is most obviously a flamethrower in her hands. She’s dressed in a sharp scarlet business suit and oxford shirt with black dress shoes, and her stark white hair goes down to at least her waist if not further. She spits out an expired cigarette from her mouth as she readjusts the wide sunglasses over her eyes.
“And you are, uhh…?” I ask, not really sure what to make of a flamethrower-carrying businesswoman.
“Phoenix. Just call me The Phoenix,” she replies, turning partially away from us as if intending to just walk away. “All you need to know right now is that me and Houraisan have…unfinished business. And if I were you, I’d just leave the building now while you’ve got a life left to live. Some of us only get one, you know.”
While I stand there in confusion of what just happened, Tewi snatches up my Liberty I dropped when I took back the AK and points it at The Phoenix. The woman stands there indifferently, obviously used to this sort of thing. “I’ve heard about you,” she comments harshly. “You’re that lunatic, aren’t you? The one-woman army who thinks she can take down Eientei all by herself, right?” She looks at me for just a second and flashes me a cute little smile. That smile…There’s something in that smile I just can’t pin down. Trust? Humor? Happiness? Whatever it is, I’m glad to see it on her face.
“Sounds like you just wanna take the easy way out and go down and lose in a pointless blaze of glory while we do the same, eh? Well guess what, little firebirdy? Losing’s easy. Anyone can lose. Idiots lose. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather win.”
The Phoenix shakes her head, rippling that long hair across her back and shoulders in a way any red-blooded male would find sexy if she hadn’t just incinerated three people in cold bold thirty seconds ago. “I work better alone.”
“Yeah? Well, we don’t,” I interject, adding my own gun to the threatening mixture for good measure.
She sighs, and swivels her weapon across her shoulder as she walks towards me. “I set you on fire, don’t coming running to me; I warned you. What’s your kids’ plan, anyways?”
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