So I spent a bit of time working on this....
Here's the prologue :
Prologue
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Disclaimer: What's that grey stuff he's got coming out of his ears?
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It was a peaceful day in the area surrounding the Hinata girlÆs dormitory. The sun was shining, the birds sang cheerfully, and only minimum property damage had been caused. It was the kind of day that would get a pessimist to soil himself in fear just thinking about.
And so, Murphy decided to have a little fun.
ôATLAS four, reporting in. IÆve reached the target residence with no enemy contacts detected. Please advise, over.ö
Oh yes, Murphy was going to have a lot of fun indeed.
A young man stood at the entrance to the Hinata inn, his hands at his sides. If one listened carefully, they could hear quiet muttering from the twenty-something fellow.
ôATLAS Four, ATLAS two is reporting movement inside the residence, hold position for now, over.ö
The brown haired operative resisted taking a glance at a distant hillside to the west, deeming it too suspicious if someone was watching him.
ATLAS Four, also known as Urashima Keitaro, waited patiently outside the Hinata inn, his body in a relaxed stance. Stretching, he covertly felt all his holsters to confirm that all his fire arms were still in place. As a gentle breeze ruffled his hair, Keitaro allowed a yawn to distort his features for a moment. As soon as he had schooled his face again, his earpiece crackled to life.
ôATLAS four, ATLAS two is reporting that movement has ceased. Advance and stay alert for enemy contact, over.ö
ôRoger, ATLAS four advancing, over.ö The young man murmured as he approached the rather grandiose building. Taking care not to make any noise, he slid the glass door open and stepped inside. His senses began to run on high alert, and his fingers ached to be around a weapon. His ears perked at the sound of footsteps, and it took some effort to keep from throwing himself behind one of the couches in the room.
ôATLAS two has spotted a woman in red and white clothing, unable to determine age. Advise you prepare yourself for civilian contact, ATLAS four, over.ö Keitaro discretely tapped the button hidden in his left sleeve that transmitted his affirmative, and braced himself. Just at the perfect time too, for a young woman with jet black hair and a martial arts training uniform stepped in gracefully.
Her head whipped around quickly, and her eyes narrowed when they locked onto him. Had Keitaro not been trained by MITHRIL drill sergeants, he was sure heÆd have evaporated into a mist by now.
ôPerverted male, what the hell do you think youÆre doing here?ö She spat at him, her hand immediately on the hilt of her blade. ôIÆm sure youÆve come to satisfy your disgusting urges on the wo-ô and suddenly she found herself with both arms held behind her back, and something cold pressed against her neck.
The younger woman froze instantly, obviously deciding that it wasnÆt worth getting killed over. Not only that, but both of the manÆs hands were obviously occupied, meaning sheÆd have an opportunity if he tried to do anything else.
Keitaro roughly twisted his captivesÆ wrist, breaking her hold on her blade, as well as making her breathe in sharply. The steel sword fell to the ground with a clang that echoed in the abrupt silence.
Keitaro frowned at the sudden docility the girl at his mercy showed. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, ôWhere do you keep your Klondike bars?ö The woman stiffened up, then looked over her shoulder as best as she could. ôWhat did you just say?!ö she demanded incredulously. He said nothing in return, opting instead to knock her out with a swift jab to the back of the head.
Her defiant eyes widened in shock for an instant before they fluttered shut. The agent caught her in his arms and lifted her up bridal style. ThatÆs what you get for refusing Urashima Keitaro his Klondike bars, bitch.
Mmmmà.ice cream.
Moments before he placed her on the nearest couch, another young woman entered the room. The glare the brunette leveled at him would have caused most normal men to turn to dust. Even Keitaro, trained as well as he was, dropped his unconscious burden onto the couch, the hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up.
The split second after the comatose womanÆs raven-hued tresses settled around her face, both figures blurred into action. A fist-sized hole appeared in the wall under the stairway, the result of a narrowly dodged strike, followed by a thunderous crash.
Keitaro ducked under the brunetteÆs kick, grabbing her by her leg and flinging her across the room in a single motion. His opponent flipped, rebounded, and came right back at him with a vicious hay-maker. Barely managing to side step, the agent took advantage of the opening by slamming his knee into his assailants' stomach.
The young woman barely had enough time to gasp in pain before Keitaro followed up with an elbow to the back. Finishing up, the young man latched his hand onto the back of her head, and proceeded to smash her face first into floor.
Keitaro was so focused on eliminating the threat, that he didnÆt notice anyone else entering the room. A lit cigarette landing on the floor in front of him alerted him to the stunned woman standing a few feet away.
Belatedly realizing that his current position might have been the cause of the older womanÆs alarm, he released his grip on the brunette and leapt to his feet.
ôI apologize for my actions. I was merely defending myself from two unprovoked attackers.ö Ignoring the other personÆs apparent inability to close her mouth, he continued. ôI received a letter recently about the death of Urashima Hina-san. I was notified about this because my name is Urashima Keitaro. ItÆs very nice to meet you.ö
And so, it was in a room with two, no wait, make that three unconscious women that Urashima Keitaro was discovered to still be alive.
TBC...
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I'm positive I made at least one or more spelling\grammar errors, so please feel free to inform me so that I may correct it.
Other then that, please R&R.
EDIT: Thanks for pointing those out to me Jiigar, most of those have been fixed other then the "suddenly" one, since I can't figure out a suitable synonym.
To SMWhat: "What the Hell" is a common response to things I say, but if you didn't get it when you read it, Keitaro likes Klondike bars. It's one of those quirks that soldiers get sometimes. Also one of my running gags (hint, hint)
Here's the prologue :
Prologue
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Disclaimer: What's that grey stuff he's got coming out of his ears?
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It was a peaceful day in the area surrounding the Hinata girlÆs dormitory. The sun was shining, the birds sang cheerfully, and only minimum property damage had been caused. It was the kind of day that would get a pessimist to soil himself in fear just thinking about.
And so, Murphy decided to have a little fun.
ôATLAS four, reporting in. IÆve reached the target residence with no enemy contacts detected. Please advise, over.ö
Oh yes, Murphy was going to have a lot of fun indeed.
A young man stood at the entrance to the Hinata inn, his hands at his sides. If one listened carefully, they could hear quiet muttering from the twenty-something fellow.
ôATLAS Four, ATLAS two is reporting movement inside the residence, hold position for now, over.ö
The brown haired operative resisted taking a glance at a distant hillside to the west, deeming it too suspicious if someone was watching him.
ATLAS Four, also known as Urashima Keitaro, waited patiently outside the Hinata inn, his body in a relaxed stance. Stretching, he covertly felt all his holsters to confirm that all his fire arms were still in place. As a gentle breeze ruffled his hair, Keitaro allowed a yawn to distort his features for a moment. As soon as he had schooled his face again, his earpiece crackled to life.
ôATLAS four, ATLAS two is reporting that movement has ceased. Advance and stay alert for enemy contact, over.ö
ôRoger, ATLAS four advancing, over.ö The young man murmured as he approached the rather grandiose building. Taking care not to make any noise, he slid the glass door open and stepped inside. His senses began to run on high alert, and his fingers ached to be around a weapon. His ears perked at the sound of footsteps, and it took some effort to keep from throwing himself behind one of the couches in the room.
ôATLAS two has spotted a woman in red and white clothing, unable to determine age. Advise you prepare yourself for civilian contact, ATLAS four, over.ö Keitaro discretely tapped the button hidden in his left sleeve that transmitted his affirmative, and braced himself. Just at the perfect time too, for a young woman with jet black hair and a martial arts training uniform stepped in gracefully.
Her head whipped around quickly, and her eyes narrowed when they locked onto him. Had Keitaro not been trained by MITHRIL drill sergeants, he was sure heÆd have evaporated into a mist by now.
ôPerverted male, what the hell do you think youÆre doing here?ö She spat at him, her hand immediately on the hilt of her blade. ôIÆm sure youÆve come to satisfy your disgusting urges on the wo-ô and suddenly she found herself with both arms held behind her back, and something cold pressed against her neck.
The younger woman froze instantly, obviously deciding that it wasnÆt worth getting killed over. Not only that, but both of the manÆs hands were obviously occupied, meaning sheÆd have an opportunity if he tried to do anything else.
Keitaro roughly twisted his captivesÆ wrist, breaking her hold on her blade, as well as making her breathe in sharply. The steel sword fell to the ground with a clang that echoed in the abrupt silence.
Keitaro frowned at the sudden docility the girl at his mercy showed. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, ôWhere do you keep your Klondike bars?ö The woman stiffened up, then looked over her shoulder as best as she could. ôWhat did you just say?!ö she demanded incredulously. He said nothing in return, opting instead to knock her out with a swift jab to the back of the head.
Her defiant eyes widened in shock for an instant before they fluttered shut. The agent caught her in his arms and lifted her up bridal style. ThatÆs what you get for refusing Urashima Keitaro his Klondike bars, bitch.
Mmmmà.ice cream.
Moments before he placed her on the nearest couch, another young woman entered the room. The glare the brunette leveled at him would have caused most normal men to turn to dust. Even Keitaro, trained as well as he was, dropped his unconscious burden onto the couch, the hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up.
The split second after the comatose womanÆs raven-hued tresses settled around her face, both figures blurred into action. A fist-sized hole appeared in the wall under the stairway, the result of a narrowly dodged strike, followed by a thunderous crash.
Keitaro ducked under the brunetteÆs kick, grabbing her by her leg and flinging her across the room in a single motion. His opponent flipped, rebounded, and came right back at him with a vicious hay-maker. Barely managing to side step, the agent took advantage of the opening by slamming his knee into his assailants' stomach.
The young woman barely had enough time to gasp in pain before Keitaro followed up with an elbow to the back. Finishing up, the young man latched his hand onto the back of her head, and proceeded to smash her face first into floor.
Keitaro was so focused on eliminating the threat, that he didnÆt notice anyone else entering the room. A lit cigarette landing on the floor in front of him alerted him to the stunned woman standing a few feet away.
Belatedly realizing that his current position might have been the cause of the older womanÆs alarm, he released his grip on the brunette and leapt to his feet.
ôI apologize for my actions. I was merely defending myself from two unprovoked attackers.ö Ignoring the other personÆs apparent inability to close her mouth, he continued. ôI received a letter recently about the death of Urashima Hina-san. I was notified about this because my name is Urashima Keitaro. ItÆs very nice to meet you.ö
And so, it was in a room with two, no wait, make that three unconscious women that Urashima Keitaro was discovered to still be alive.
TBC...
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I'm positive I made at least one or more spelling\grammar errors, so please feel free to inform me so that I may correct it.
Other then that, please R&R.
EDIT: Thanks for pointing those out to me Jiigar, most of those have been fixed other then the "suddenly" one, since I can't figure out a suitable synonym.
To SMWhat: "What the Hell" is a common response to things I say, but if you didn't get it when you read it, Keitaro likes Klondike bars. It's one of those quirks that soldiers get sometimes. Also one of my running gags (hint, hint)
