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The Invasion
The story of one man's experiences during an alien invasion.

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[Introduction] Two slightly different girls... one plot to take over the world.

Akane. Tough and angry. The supervillain of the group. If theres not a shiny new explosive device in her hand, she just isn't happy. Goth, a bit of a tomboy, and completely and totally insane.

Ayame. Sweet and innocent. At least that's what she wants you to think. Just a sweet little lolita by day, raving lunatic evil genius by night.

They're better than the new Pinky and the Brain. Only, Akane isn't dumb.

"Sooooooooo...what're we gonna do today Ayame?"

"The same thing we do everyday Akane...try to take over the world. Do the honors?" (hands Akane shiny controller with big red button)

"oooo goody." *pushes button*

Of course, there will be more characters. And I had to change the rating... it was a bit violent and some of the jokes were getting a wee bit off-color...*snickers*

Name: Ayame

Age: 18

Appearance: Ayame has really really wavy black hair and big light brown eyes. She dresses like a lolita. She has a little silver and pink crown tied on top of her head with a pink ribbon. She wears little brown cat ears and a pink ribbon with little bells around her neck. She always wears a variety of fluffy victorian doll inspired dresses with equally girly mary-jane type shoes. She has a tatoo of an iris on her shoulder.

Personality: Ayame is sweet, playful, and innocent (in some ways). She however, has a dark side. She is an evil genius. She's really smart and really crazy. She has problems with confidence though. She has a hard time believing people care about her.

History: Ayame learned how to read before she learned how to walk. However, she has a hard time trusting people since she had several prominent figures in life walk out on her. Its driven her a bit crazy.

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Ayame pushed open the huge doors of an impossibly long hallway. Her heels clicked on the tile as she walked down the hall. She saw the back of a big leather spinning chair spin her way, and saw Akane sitting in it with the same maniacal glint in her eyes.

Ayame slapped her briefcase down on the long desk and opened it. She started flinging papers around in a frenzy until she found a specific one. She pasted it on the large bulletin board and pointed to it. However, something distracted her.

"Why in the world do we have a 25 foot long table for 2 people!!??"

Name: Akame

Age: 18

Appearance: Her mother told her for years she looked like a boy... she didn't care. She still sticks to her preferred boyish attire. She keeps her one girlish attribute, her dark blonde hair, pulled back with a pair of chopsticks to keep it out of her dark brown eyes. Immediately, anyone could recognize her favorite color: black. It seems to be all she wears. That's right... she's gothic.

Personality: She's rather emotionally closed off. The only feelings she let's the world see are anger, rage, and joy at getting revenge. She's usually quite rude to those she feels are unworthy of her kindness. Despite her tough facade however, inside she is just waiting for someone to treat her with the care and kindness that she denies evderyone else.

History: She's been betrayed more times than she can count. She'll trust Ayame, but that's it. She's not ready to risk herself again, uless it be to get revenge on those that have hurt her and made her the mean person she is today.

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Akane looked up and down the highly polished black conference table without concern.
"I thought it was pretty. It only came in one size." She returned her attention to Ayame and the piece of paper she had pinned up. "So what have you pulled out of your sleeve this time, Ayame?" She eyed the piece of paper with an evil grin, though she wondered why Ayame had left it facing the wall instead of revealing it's contents.

"This is my best idea ever!" She said, flipping the piece of paper over. On it, was a picture of a rubber duck.

"Umm...rubber duckies?" Akane asked, scratching her head as she chewed on the end of black a feather quill pen.

"Well, everyone takes baths right? I have designed a rubber ducky with superior a.i. capabilites. It will be able to brainwash a massive amount of the population into sitting in their bathtubs singing that sesame street ducky song! Then there will be no defenses left..." She said, drumming her fingers agains the end of the table.

"Are there no explosives in this plan?" Akane asked, sounding bored.

"Of course there are. I had to make it fun for you too now didn't I? That's phase 2 of our plan. We blow up all the bath houses! That way people that don't have plumbing will be forced to by their own bathtubs...and you can't have a bathtub without a rubber ducky!" Ayame explained.

"You're brilliant. You're insane. But brilliant." Akane sighed, stabbing the quill pen back into her bun.

"I know. We start tommorow. But I think we're gonna need help...." Ayame said thoughtfully.

"We don't need help Ayame, we're good on our own." Akane sighed

"Whatever you say. Our plan should be getting underway soon..."

Akane strode down the hall, pleased with the plan. She wondered what they would do once the population's defenses had been knocked out by their rubber duckie army. She wondered how long it would take to make sure every person in the world had one. More pressingly in her mind however, was the question as to why Ayame thought they would need help. When had they ever needed help before? Who could be trusted to help them now?

It didn't matter. She had explosives to prepare. She sat down before her Dell laptop and punced in her password. She then clicked on an icon that brought up a long list of items and numbers: the tools she had on hand to work with. "What would be best?" she asked the empty room. "Nitromin? Nitroglycerin? TNT may be old fashioned, but it has a nice effect..." Then she saw it...

HMX.

She moved the cursor over the name to check how much she had in the store room. Before she could even read what came up, the screen turned black and the whirring sound ceased.

Akane screeched in aggrivation. "AYAME!!!!!" Ayame ran through the door panting slightly. "We HAVE to kill this thing. It's driving me CRAZY!"

Ayame tried to catch her breath as Akane began beating on her laptop furiously with an inflatable squeaky hammer.

"I highly doubt that's gonna get you anything, Akane... Have you tried throwing it out the window. Or.... I have a better idea." Both girls heads turned towards a door at the end of yet another long hallway, with a little doggie door in it. A sign on the door read "Mr.Snuggles"

As the resident of the room heard them near, a furious high pitched barking ensued. "Mr. Snuggles. Sic em!" Akane shouted as she shoved the laptop through the doggie door.

Sparks flew out of the door and in mere seconds, a mass of crumbled and destroyed plastic that used to be a computer flew back out the doggie door, followed shortly by a cute fluffy little Penkingese. It barked happily and looked up at the two girls.

Akane picked the little dog up and handed it a doggie biscuit. "Good boy Mr.Snuggles..." She cooed, petting the little dog.

Ayame smiled and petted the little dog on top of the head. It licked her hand and Akane's face before struggling to get down and run over to its food bowl. Sighing, she looked out the window of their home. It looked like an abandoned warehouse from the outside... but inside. It was nice.

She stretched and walked away from the window, and began munching on some cookies before starting to draw up more plans. That's when she heard the tell tale "beep beep beep" of a truck backing up.

That would be there mass shipment of rubber duckies...

"I'll handle this." Akane said, seeming to lose her cheery attitude. She strode outside, her eyes flashing. Could no one in this world read? "Sir... SIR!" she shouted, trying to catch the truck driver's attention. He seemed not to notice her. She sighed in exasperation and went around to the driver's door, yanked it open, and grabbed his arm roughly. "Deliveries in the back." She gestured at the sign he had obviously overlooked.
"Sorry miss. I guess I didn't see..."
"I noticed." she snapped, cutting him off mid sentence. Without another word she reentered the seemingly run-down warehouse.
She reappeared on the other side and continued to boss around the driver, who was becoming increasingly flustered, thereby dropping things more frequently, thereby making Akane angrier and angrier.
Once all the boxes had been unloaded, and the driver was on his way to get the strongest cup of coffee he could possibly find, Akane went down to check on the HMX in person, leaving Ayame to answer the ringing phone.

Ayame ran to go get the telephone, which was ringing off the hook. She tripped over one of Akane's toys and fell into the wall, pulling the phone of the hook as she went.

"Hello?" She asked warily, not used to receiving many phone calls. She heard heavy breathing from the other end. "Darth vader, is that you?"

Some teenage boys began laughing hysterically. "Luke I am your father!" They screamed before hanging up the phone.

She put the phone back on the hook, feeling frustrated, and went to the back looking for her shipment of rubber duckies.

Akane emerged just a few moments later, looking perplexed. "We don't have enough cyclotetramethylene-tetranitramine." she said in a mournful tone. Seeing the mystified look on Ayame's face, she added, "HMX. Chemical Explosive. Anywho we need more, and this won't be like getting millions rubber duckies." She opened up a folder that contained pictures of various people, each rather scary in their own way. She looked at each of the pictures, muttering to herself, then looked at each picture again. "Yes... anyway, I'll be back." She walked away and turned around in the doorway. "Who called by the way?"

"Some stupid prank callers." Ayame mumbled, brushing off her skirt from where she'd fallen down.

"I hate it. Gaah. I don't have any HMX!" She sighed, angrily.

"Well, we all know I didn't use it." she said as she flopped down on a couch and began tinkering with a rubber ducky.

"Yeah I know. I just like blowing stuff up too much. I mean, I know we really don't want to hurt nice people... but blowing up abandoned buildings is sooo much fun." Akane sighed.

Copying the sigh, Ayame went back to tinkering with the rubber ducky.

Akane's folder contained the pictures she had taken while stalking various crime lords, dealers, and other nefarious individuals. She had done this before her and Ayame paired up of course, but it still proved useful. She had chosen to seek out one that she knew dealt in items that the average consumer couldn't buy, such as chemical grenades and of course HMX.

He was born Ima Pai Roh, but the name that people whispered in the streets was the Phantom. His uncanny ability to steal just about anything had spun the rumours that he could walk through walls or even vanish completely. Of course Akane knew better. She had stalked him for two years after all.

She must not have seemed like a threat as she entered The Wallace, his favorrite haunt. No one seemed to even notice her presence. She certainly stood out amongst all the besuited men and elegantly dressed ladies, but she wasn't bothered. She made her way directly to the table where he was seated with what seemed to be the most beautiful women in the place on either side of him.

"Ima Pai Roh." She said in way of a stiff and business-like greeting. His response was not so polite. Several large men, 6'3" at least, lifted her up by her arms and carried her out the door. She could hear the phantom inside laughing and speaking to the ladies in some foreign language.

Akane did not appreciate being tossed out like a sack of laundry. She had tried her best to be polite, but they chose to do this the hard way. She began to formulate a plan that she could put into action tonight. It had to be tonight. They had a lot of bath houses to visit.

Ayame was tinkering with her rubber duckies when Akane came into the warehouse in a huff.

"I need your help with a plan." Akane said, obviously fuming over something. "You know I don't do the whole distraction thing well. I like to get right to the point... and you see this guy. Well, he really likes arm candy..."

"Say no more, Akane." Ayame said, laughing and going into her room and then into her closet. She picked out a short fluffy dress with a high neck. However, a large triangular section had been cut out so the high neck was pretty much pointless. She followed Akane to wherever it was she was going and sauntered in like she owned the place, immedeately being noticed by this Ima guy.

"Hey dollface." He grinned, revealing gold teeth and a very strong smell of vodka.

"Hey Tiger." She cooed, using every ounce of charm she had in her five feet and seven inches. Of course, this guy was about 5'4''....

He dragged her over and she sat down with him and a bunch of other women, all wearing some version of the tight, clingy "look at me. I'm here for your money" dress.

Ayame smiled and charmed her way into this guys circle as best she could while Akane talked to her through an earpiece.

Smiling once again, Ayame flirted and tried to feed Ima a tomato. He took it off the end of her fork and began to chew. He spit it out when he tasted the chemical in it. He grabbed her before she had time to grab anything to defend herself with. So she went with her vocal cords and screamed as high and as loud as she possibly could.

Then chaos erupted. Everyone started running and screaming. Ima pointed a gun at her head, and just as she thought she was a goner, a man had grabbed his arm and twisted it around behind him.

She looked at the man. He was tall, at least 6'2'' and had scruffy hair and blue eyes. One of his ears was pierced. He was cute.... really cute. "Run!" He yelled at her, holding Ima's arm in what looked like a very painful position.

Akane, hearing the chaos inside figured that the plan must have gon off without a hitch. An exploding cherry tomato was sure to cause mass chaos, which was certainly what was occuring inside The Wallace. Not much later, Ayame appeared amongst the various frightened well-to-dos.

"Did you get it? Is he gonna deliver the goods?" Ayame didn't answer, but stared back at the restaraunt with a worried expression. Akane saw her eyes meet those of a man in the crowd, the only one who didn't seem frightened by the goings on so much as concerned. As quickly as she had noticed his presence he had vanished, though Ayame still stared at the place where he stood as though she could still see him. "Well...?"

Ayame turned back to face Akane and shook her head.

"Great." grumbled Akane. "Just great. ow what do we do?"

"I vote you go in there and handle things your way." Ayame said, rubbing her arm where it had been grabbed. She glanced over her shoulder at the place where that guy had been, and continued talkign to Akane.

"So... you're saying I should just go in there no holds barred and beat the crap out of him?" Akane asked with a hopeful expression.

"Be my guest." Ayame said, looking in contempt at the bruise on her arm. "Kick his short little butt. Your form of persuasion seems to work much better with this crowd."

Akane bounded happily into the building with the usual maniacal glint in her eye. Ayame shook her head with a smile, and leaned against the building to wait.

Akane's eyes flahed as she strolled leisurely into the restaraunt with the air of one going to meet an old friend. She smiled with false benignity at the criminal, who was already somewhat bloodied. Still not knowing exactly what happened in the restaraunt, she wondered how her exploding tomato had managed to give him a black eye... no matter. It would make her job easier.

"Wasn't that fun?" She asked in a cheery voice. Ima snapped his fingers and the two men returned, presumably to carry her off again. Akane was ready this time... she had permission to beat them to a pulp... something she didn't get often.

As they reached out to grab her, she leapt back and with a series of three kicks, the first man was on the floor, his kneecap shattered. The second man managed to evade this same attack, and spun around behind her, pulling her into a headlock. She gripped his constrictive arms and flipprd him into one of the upset tables, knocking him unconscious. She then proceeded to beat him over the head several with an inflatable squeaky hammer.

She turned back to Ima, who was cornered at his table. "You know, it's not polite to treat people like this. I expect a HUGE discount."

"D-d-discount?"

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A few moments later, Akane walked back to where she had left Ayame waiting for her, grinning broadly. "Shipments start tomorrow. And we got 'em for free too... terrible customer service around here..."

Ayame smiled as they headed back to the warehouse. This evening hand't been a total waste after all.

She yawned as she walked into her room at the warehouse and flopped down onto her bed. It had been a long day. Tommorow, their plan would begin. They would both need their sleep. She kept seeing the guy that had saved her from Ima. He had been cute... really cute.

She sighed and snuggled into her covers before falling asleep.

When she woke up in the morning, she heard Akane screaming in anger.

Akane glared angrily at her tormentor. It was this way almost every morning. Some days he kept civil, but most days, like today, he stared silently, watching every move she made with an apathetic expression.

Ayame peered into the kitchen grogily. "What's up?"

"IT'S HIM!!!" shouted Akane, pointing a trembling finger at an ordinary looking toaster sitting on the counter. "HE'S STARING AT ME AGAIN! HE WON'T STOP!" Akane paused, face beet red. "I know what I'll do." she said calmly. She took the toaster under her arm and went down to the storeroom muttering something about superconductors. She turned around to add one last thing. "The first HMX shipment comes in in twenty minuts, can you handle it? I have an appointment with..." She glared at the toaster, then continued on her way.

Ayame waited twenty minutes then helped the people delivering Akane's explosives. After that was all sorted out, she walked down a series of hallways to her lab.

There were walls of boxes containing millions of rubber duckies. She had a lot of work to do. She needed to invent an assembly line. She began tinkering with old parts she had lying around until she had a working assembly line. She dumped a box onto the conveyer belt and they all went through her little machine. When they came out the other end, they looked the same. But they weren't... they could brainwash the most headstrong person instantly! She gave a quick evil laugh and walked out of the room to see what Akane was doing.

It was boring standing in a dark lab all by herself. Akane liked to make loud, scary noises. Maybe the could attack someone with Mr.Snuggles...

As Ayame entered the room, Akane knew that the scene probably looked a little strange. Between her hazmat suit, the flamethrower in her hands, or the smoldering toaster levitating over a 30 foot rotating superconductor, there was very little normalcy in the room... but that wasn't so unusual in their warehouse.

She set down her flamethrower and pushed a button that caused the disk to stop spinning and the toaster to fall, crumbling as it hit the ground. She took off her protective helmet and smiled warmly.

"All go well? How are the duckies coming?"

"Good, good. I'm getting bored."

Mr. Snuggles walked in just then. Akane seized him, placed him on the disk and turned it on. As the disk rotated, the poor dog began to levitate, struggling wildly, but unable yo do anything about his situation. Akane set herself in a lawnchair.

"That's entertaining. Have a seat?" she asked Ayame.

"Hey...be nice to the poor dog." Ayame sighed, getting the dog down. "If you wanna levitate someone, how about those teenage boys that keep prank calling us and ringing our doorbell at three in the morning. That would be even more entertaining." She finished with a laugh, holding the traumatized dog.

"Actually, that does sound better." Akane said with an evil grin.

They went about their business for the rest of the day, hoping to catch the annoying boys in the act. Then they would pay... they would pay dearly.

It was so much fun to get revenge. Especially when the revenge was amusing.

It was at two in the morning that Akane ran the trace. Ayame was a professional at manipulating people it seemed. The boys stayed on long enough for Akane to find out that they lived not far from the warehouse... just a few blocks down... Akane checked some old maps, then knew that her plan would work.

A few hours later,Akane and Ayame sat behind a row of bushes across from the boys' apartment building. They had to be getting ready to leave for school, and the second they walked out that door...

It had taken a long time for Akane to set up the superconductor in the old unused pipelines that ran conveniently under the apartment building, but it was going to be so worth it.

They had finished by 6:30. By 7:30 they began to wonder if they had been mistaken... Was it possible that there wasn't any school today?

It was at 7:39 that the door to the building opened. Akane pushed the big red button on her controller. The trembling ground told her the plan was working. The unsuspecting person was immediately lifted ten feet into the air. Akane leapt from the bushes and looked up into the blue eyes of...

"It's that guy... from the other night..." Akane sighed angrily, but made no effort to turn of the superconductor and release the man.

Ayame came out of her hiding place and looked up at the guy. He wasn't the one that had been prank calling them, was he?

Just then, two 14 year old boys came running out and were also hoisted 10 feet into the air. They made much more of a fuss than the older man did. He looked to be 19 or 20. "You know, this is a funny way of thanking me for saving your life..." He said to Ayame.

Sighing, she held her hand up to him and she pulled him down. "Happy now?" She asked with a smile.

"Thanks." The man smiled, ran a hand through his hair, and took off.

Ayame stared after him, before she realized they had people to deal with. She looked over at the flaling teenage boys with an evil grin as she and Akane started walking in their direction.

"Could you do that Darth Vader impression again boys? I love the way you do that."

The boys stared in disbelief. "We didn't... We didn't mean anything by it..."

"Oh no, of course you didn't..." Akane said in an eerily soothing voice, which suddenly turned hard as she added, "You only disturbed our work every day for the past five weeks. Do you have ANY IDEA who we..." She stopped here, noticing a significant look from Ayame, who was clearly reminding her not to go too far. "Nevermind that... it's our turn now."

Ayame set down a tank of helium as tall as they were, just far enough away that it wouldn't be levitated too. Akane struck it with the chopstick from her hair. She smiled and looked up at the boys, who were back to struggling against the antigravity field she had created.

"We're sorry!" the first boy shouted, before clapping his hands over his mouth. His voice had gone all high and squeaky.

"Please let us down!" the second boy pleaded, his voice also effected by the helium.

Akane laughed cruelly. "You're not having fun? Pity... I got this stuff just for you guys. It's a very special isotope of helium that I developed myself. You'll love this... the effects are permanent."

The boys stopped struggling and watched in horror as she walked away, leaving them floating there still inhaling the helium.

As they walked, Ayame asked, "ARE the effects permanent?"

"Of course not. It's just plain store-bought helium... their faces were priceless just the same."

Later that day, Akane yawned as she eyed the second HMX shipment. She knew she had to get this stuff into every bathhouse in the world... but that was going to take for ever... and she was so tired... Surely Ayame would have a solution...

Ayame was once again tinkering around in her lab. She ran a search and soon found the location of all the public bath houses in the world.

She needed to find a way to get their plan going more quickly. Maybe she could ship them? Perfect. All she would have to do was disguise the explosive as some normal package of something they would need.

Like soap. Soap would work. She went to go find Akane and discuss her plan. She didn't know much about chemicals, that was Akane's area of expertise.

"soap... I don't think so... The nitromine compound could never pass for soap... mud maybe... Mud bath?... ah, but not all places offer that service... paint? Free paint? I've used it as paint to blow up walls. Or we could tell them it's some new sort of caulking glue..."
Akane's face lightened at the thought. "There we go... caulking glue... That's make sure the bathtubs were destroyed, wouldn't it? And all places with baths need caulking glue!"
Akane looked positively overjoyed now. She began to talk what seemed to be a million miles per hour. "Do you have shipping labels ready? Man, the postage for this is gonna be killer... I've got a mega roll of stamps around here.. and boxes. We need lot's of boxes. And we need to manufacture containers for it... IT WORKS!!!"
Akane now had the familiar manic glint in her eyes that she got when everything was going right and something was about to blow up.

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It took several days to complete all the necessary tasks, but by thursday morning, Akane and Ayame were sitting in the cab of a rented semi truck on their way to the post office. The shipping was indeed "killer", and the unloading process took so much time and so many people that all activity at the post office was set back several hours.
Even the sound of gunshots couldn't bring Akane down at this point. She always knew that they lived in a nastier neighborhood. That sort of thing happened all the time. But the blowing up of millions of bath houses simultaniously? THAT was a once in a lifetime oportunity.
They arrived back at headquarters in high spirits. The plan was going off without a hitch. Akane noticed that the back doors had been open the entire time they had been driving. In her excitement she hadn't noticed. She went back to close them, but found that the bed of the truck was not empty as it ought to be.
"Great... you again... AYAME!"
It was that guy with the messed up hair. And now he knew the location of what was supposed to be their secret headquarters. Surely she'd give him the death sentence for that.

Name: Angeless hyuga

Age: 22

Appearance: 6'2'. Scruffy shoulder length black hair. blue eyes. His left ear is pierced. Wears a form fitting fiber-mesh body suit. Long leather coat. Gun holsters scattered around.

Personality: happy go lucky kind of guy. a unique sense of personal relations *those he has slept with and those he hasn't*. Draws on his survivalist nature to see him through the bad times. Can be highly sneaky when he wants to be.

History: He doesn't talk about it much. Has a reputation for being a phantom. Never been caught before in his life. He blatently has military training as he can disarm people quickly.

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"Yes me again "he sighed climbing out.

dusting himself off he lit up a cigarete.

"You two are hard to keep up with...Been tracking you for the better part of a month "sighed Angeless brushing his coat open.

He glanced down and saw that his old colt was missing. Leaning into the back of the truck he found the colt and tucked it away.

"So whatever you're planning I want in....could be fun to do something else with two girls "he smirked.

Ayame stood looking at the man quizically. However, Akane pulled a gun and pointed it at his head.

"You found our hiding place. Now you die!" Akane shouted furiously. The man stood there with a calm look on his face.

Then Ayame spoke up "I think its o.k. Akane. He wants to help. We should let him. Now, what's your name?" She asked.

"Angeless." He said, still obvlivious to the gun pointed at his head.

Akane spoke up once again. "Who are you? Who do you work for? What do you want? Why aren't you explaining, huh? Mustard or mayonaise? Do you want fries with that? Huh punk? Do ya? Do ya? DO YA??!!!" She screamed, still with the gun at his head.

With that, Akane found herself face down on the ground with her gun gone. Ayame stood there blinking.

A random strain of curse words left Akane's mouth as Angeless clicked the gun on safety and slipped it in his jacket.

"He goood...." Ayame said, looking Angeless up and down. "Verry good. He beat up people fast."

Much as Akane hated to admit it, he had defeated her. She glared up at him from the ground with the utmost despise. She picked herself up from the undignified position and looked to Ayame, expecting to see her angry that he had already attacked her partner, but was surprised to see that the look on her face was deeply impressed.

"Ayame... are you crazy? You don't even know this guy! He could work for the government! Or the Pope!" Ayame didn't seem to hear her. She was still gazing at Angeless as though Akane hadn't spoken.

Akane looked back at Angeless. He was returning her gaze confidently... but she swore she saw a rather suggestive glint in his eyes...

She shoved her fist as hard as she could into his stomach. "All right," she angrily explained, "you can stay... but only 'cause she says so. But if you try to reveal us, or I see you look at her that way again... I have some very nasty items downstairs that will end all that."

Ayame looked at Akane blankly. "Looking at me what way?"

Akane sighed in exasperation. "...Don't worry about it..." she mumbled.

"Geeze you really do hit like a girl....so atleast thats one feminate thing you've got "he laughed.

He dismantled the gun he'd taken off the girl and walked towards her. He kept the clip back so she couldn't try to shoot him again. He droped the parts into her hands as he went past her.

"If you wanted to beat me all you had to do was ask.... "whisphered Angeless as he walked by her.

He smirked and then spun about drawing a MP5 out. His gun touched brifly against her head. Just as another gun was resting barrol first against his crotch. He smiled...he loved it when people played dirty.

"You're quick...but I'm better...and my guns bigger "he smiled tucking the gun away.

Ayame marched between the two and held them apart at arms length. "Nice Akane... Nice Angeless. Play nicely... but just in case..." She smiled and pushed a little button. All of their weapons instantly materialized in her arms. She walked away singing to herself before shouting over her shoulder. "Can't we all just get along??"

Angeless and Akane stood looking after her dumbfounded. "How did she get the ones I had..." He started before Akane cut him off.

"I don't even wanna know..." Akane said before walking inside.

Later, Ayame was tinkering with something in the kitchen area of the warehouse when a shadow fell over her. She looked up to see Angeless leaning over her with his arm above her head.

"Soo... I seem to have misplaced my pants. Could I borrow yours?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"Oh...I'm sorry..," Ayame said, still tinkering with her new device, "I don't really wear pants. I don't think you'd want one of my skirts either. I mean, petticoats and all... But I know Akane has lots of pants. You could borrow some of hers."

She looked up to see him looking very confused. Then Akane spoke up. "If you even try it, I'll beat you to a pulp with whatever I can find."

"Well we already know you hit like a girl," said Angeless unconcernedly. "So I'm not too worried."

When he had thrown her to the ground, Akane was sure she couldn't hate him more. She had of course been wrong.

"I have this." she threatened, pulling what appeared to be a lump of grey gum out of her mouth.

Akane never minded the odd taste of the nitromine clay suspension. She had detoxified it for this very purpose, a last defense against losers like him.

She brandished it as though she held a sword, to Angeless's amusement. "Still think it's funny, do you? Laugh at this." She flung the gum at him, then spun around and ran to her lab, not even stopping to see the results of the explosion, though a fain yelp told her she had done some damage.

Right now she needed to focus. She needed to get this guy out of here. she locked the door to her lab behind her, then noticed that the key to the storeroom was missing. Ayame seemed to be covering all the bases... it was time to approach this war a wholly different way.

"Damit....see this is why I wear a body suit. Great she singed my hair "Sighed Angeless inspecting himself.

The Fiber-mesh suit was just lightly warm to the touch. Other than that he was fine aside from some singed hair.

"Well I guess guys don't hit on her....she isn't a ya-know....girlfriend? "asked Angeless?

"you know...I've never thaught to ask? hmm go figure "sighed Ayame.

Angeless remembered something she'd said shortly before the minor burning.

"So you really don't wear pant's? Hmm...remind me to follow you up a ladder "he smiled.

Angeless scampered up one of the supports just before she turned around. He went about exploring the rafters as it was great exercise for his skills.

"Okay that could start to get annoiying if he keeps disapearing like that "sighed Ayame.

Ayame gave up and walked off into the kitchen to tinker with something else. Then Angeless dropped down in front of her. She squeaked and almost dropped the thing she was working on.

"I scared you didn't I?" He asked with a smile.

"Just a little." Ayame replied, arching her eyebrows.

"You are a cute little thing.." He grinned, draping an arm around her shoulder.

Akane walked in and laughed like a psycho. She then pulled out the giant squeaky hammer and ran at Angeless, along with Mr.Snuggles.

Akane had nothing better to do after all. Ayame had taken her weapons, and her keys to the storeroom (which she had already tried unsuccessfully to break into) and it didn't seem that Angeless was bothered by being hit... In truth it made her feel a bit crazy and it was certainly showing in her desperate attempt.

She beat him across the head with her squeaky hammer then sent Mr. Snuggles in to attack. Good old Mr. Snuggles was always reliable, a wonderful judge of character who hadn't been wrong yet.

"Sic 'em boy!"

Mr. Snuggles ran at Angeless, toungue lolling out in excitement. He leapt up in the air, right into his arms and began licking his face.

Akane glared. "Stupid dog..." She stared around the kitchen, quickly found the knife block next to her and began throwing the assortment of knives in quick succession at the man who had tresspassed on her territory.

He side stepped the knifes with a deliberate slowness. He tossed Mr snuggles up into the air and caught the last knife inbetween his hands. Dropping the knife he caught Mr snuggles and the glanced down at where he'd dropped the knife. Half a centermeter away from his right foot.

"YES! I did it...I didn't stab myself! "he shouted triumpently.

Putting Mr snuggles down he picked up the knifes before anybody could injure them selfs.

"Still feeling all hot and bothered for me? "he smirked as he put the knifes away.

"Show off...I could do that if I wanted to "sighed Akane.

Ayame glanced at Angeless and Akane and tilted her head. She then wandered into the kitchen, skirt swishing about as usual.

She heard an angry sounding yelling bit from behind her but went about her business. Ayame turned on the radio and found catchy dance music. She began dancing around the kitchen when something grabbed her from behind.

She found herself pressed against Angeless as he spun her around the kitchen. For some reason, his hand wasn't on her shoulder....quite lower than that actually. She just couldn't understand why. The next thing she knew, she had been tilted backwards and was looking up into his eyes.

She really liked his eyes. She always had, but then he pulled her up and she was back pressed against him again. The Akane walked into the kitchen.

"Angeless, what in the hell are you doing!!?" Akane exclaimed as she chased him out of the room with a Naginata.

"What are you letting him do that for?" Akane said, calming and pinching Ayame by the face.

"I dunsknow...le gow.." Ayame mumbled as Akane released her face. "Why, what's wrong?"

"Ayame... I think he might fall in love with you." Akane sighed.

"Like we love Mr.Snuggles?" She asked innocently.

"NO! Not like Mr.Snuggles!" Akane exclaimed

"Like what then?" Ayame asked as she started taking out things to make cookies.

"Well...I don't know how much he loves you. But he's definetly attracted to you. A lot." Akane grumbled.

"But we're not magnets..." She muttered, still confused.

Akane was getting rather frustrated. "Ayame, darling, he wants in your pants."

"But I told him I don't wear pants..." She said, turning around with a streak of flower across her face and a bit of peanut butter on her nose.

"Gaaaaah...Ayame. He wants to sleep with you!!" Akane growled, getting more angry.

"Oh...like a slumber party!" Ayame said, smiling innocently and pouring chocolate chips into a mixing bowl.

"NO! O.k.. o.k. Ayame. How to make you understand. O.k. Here we go... You know those bloomers you wear?" Akane asked slowly.

"Yesss.." Ayame hummed.

"He isn't friends with them." Akane said, patting Ayame on the shoulder.

A sudden expression of horrified comprehension dawned on Ayame's face. "O-oh..."

Akane nodded again. "Yeah. Now you get it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go configure the settings on the detonation device. Damned fuses blew last time when I was at the place on Knoxville..." She gave Ayame one last significant look and left.

Ayame pondered the discussion that had just occured momentarily, somewhat puzzled. She then returned to cheerfully humming as she waited for the cookies to bake.

She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. She hadn't even noticed that she must have been leaning back too far... or that that hadn't been the case at all, but that Angeless had kicked the chair out from under her. All she knew was that she was once again staring up into his eyes, which were softer now than she had ever seen them.

She didn't move, she only stared back, Akane's words echoing through her mind. Images of a place she hadn't seen since she was young flashed before her.

"You really should pay a bit more attention, you know." he said. "I won't always be there to catch you... unless of course you want me to be."

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Meanwhile, Akane was bashing a small metal box with a screwdriver. Akane's philosophy for life applied to mechanics as well... Try any method you like, but in the end brute force ALWAYS works. She watched as the lights above seven switches slowly flickered on one by one, each corresponding to one of seven satellites that transmitted the signal to recievers around the world. She only had these satellites to begin with by hacking NASA computers and using only the most obselete of setellites. She had no way of keeping their secret otherwise. It was for this reason that she usually had to wait about an hour for the detonators to react, but their purpose was served none the less...

And now they were ready to put their best plan into action. She went back upstairs to find Ayame. Finally... the world's defenses would be completely knocked out.

"But....I could also see how dropping you would work out if you want? "he smirked.

"Dropping would be bad "smiled Ayame.

"Ah but I thuaght you were such good friends with the floor? I mean you seem to be drawn to it alot "chuckled Angeless.

"Well Gravity works like that...stupid gravity I'll find a way to get back at you one of these days "muttered Ayame.

Angeless turned on his heel and smirked.

"I think little miss destroy all humans is in a good mood? "asked Angeless hearing the slightly muffled laughter from below?

"She's probably plotting her revenge on you..." Mumbled Ayame.

"Whatever have I done?" Asked Angeless with a rougish grin. He put his arms around her waist and continued smiling at her. Ayame just tilted her head and smiled innocently up at him.

His face changed to something odd she'd never seen in his face before. He shook his head and got a confused look on his face which he directed at her. He let her go and walked away rather quickly.

Ayame stood there looking confused before she turned to walk toward the outside door of the warehouse. She thought she heard something and looked into the shadows.

A crazed man jumped out at her singing "RUBBER DUCKY, YOU'RE THE ONE!" Ayame squealed, and in the next five seconds Angeless was in front of her with a gun.

Akane came running out of the basement with a rather enourmous bug net.

"YES!!!! IT WORKED!!!!" Akane shouted maniacally as she caught the strange man in the net and shot him with a tranquilizer dart. She then turned to Angeless. "Don't you dare shoot him! We need him as a specimen! Ayame, help me with this thing..." She started rolling him back into the warehouse.

It wasn't much later that the unidentified stranger that had made his way to their top secret evil lair was locked up somewhere in Akane's lab. Akane and Ayame had gone out to see the chaos they had caused amongst the rest of the citizens of this ignorant town with Angeless following somewhere behind (after an argument with Akane that included a cell phone, several butter knives, and one super magnet that was now permanently affixed to the side of Angeless's favorite gun). They were sadly disappointed to see that the rest of the world appeared to be completely unaffected by the duckies.

"We should interrogate the captive..." Akane said as they marched back to the warehouse. Maybe we could get some answers from him...

"But he only talks about duckies... that was the entire point." Ayame said.

"You can reverse it, can't you?"

Ayame looked doubtful.

"YOU HAVE TO REVERSE IT!!! WE NEED ANSWERS!!!" Akane shouted as she grabbed poor Ayame roughly by the shoulders.

Within a second she found herself on the ground once more with Angeless glowering over her.

"Hey!"

"...stop doing that "she hissed trying to kick him.

"Then stop having a go at people who are trying to help you "hissed Angeless holding her knee unmoving between his knees.

"Let go or I'll put Carbon fiber insulation inside your coat...bed and anything else you lay on "hissed Akane glaring at him.

"I could break your leg if you keep threatening people I like...Or any number of painfull things with you in your current possistion "sighed Angeless.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note ~~~~~~~~~~~~

This campfire is experiencing technical difficulties which I should be able to remedy by extinguishing and re-kindling the campfire.

It's worked for me before in any case.

But, now, I'll have a little bit of a rant. Damn you technical difficulties. May you die a death of 1000 papercuts.

Now I shall return you to your regularly scheduled reading. After I get this entry which a sentence would suffice for up to 500 characters.

Just a notice saying that the campfire is not ending, it's merely being edited since it's slowed down so much and a little problem occured.

We now (honestly) return you to your previously scheduled campfire.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ End Author's Note ~~~~~~~~~~~~

The End!

Ayame watched the whole situation rather unhappily. Why did her two favorite people in the world have to be fighting? She found herself tearing up a little bit before she turned on her heel and left the room, Angeless and Akane not even noticing.

She went up to her room and gazed around at the odd, yet attractive, mix of Victorian and Asian decor before taking a duffel bag out of her closet and stuffing a few dresses and a stuffed animal in her bag and leaving the building.

She wandered around for a few hours before realizing she was lost and she didn't know where she was. She sat down on a bench and began to cry.

"Has the little kitty lost her way??" She heard a man's voice say. She looked up to see a disgusting middle aged man she could've sworn she'd seen on America's most wanted.

"No!" She said loudly through a sniffle.

"Too bad.. looks like you have now." The man said as he reached for her.

With that Ayame had used her handy dandy weapon snatcher and had him floored and was running away as fast as she could. She stopped when she came to the lake in a park in the middle of town and simply sank to the ground, pulled out her ragged stuffed animal, and fell into a uneasy sleep.

She must've looked dead to anyone passing by.

"...and on top of that, you smell like old pineapple jelly and eggs!" Akane shouted.

"Well you're the one who's still pretty much immobilized and completely at my mercy." Angeless replied cooly.

"Well even Ayame will vouch for me when I say if I really wanted to, I could... I could... where IS Ayame???"

It had been quite some time, and it was dark out now. Neither of them had moved from that spot all day, nor had they noticed that ayame had left.

Akane glared at Angeless after an inspection of the warehouse. "This is your fault. Stay here and guard the prisoner while I go find her."

"Not on your life... You stay here. I think someone who won't jump down her throat for running off should go get her."

"I wouldn't..."

"No?"

"...I... We'll both go... and we'll take the prisoner with us... We don't have time to argue."

Akane disappeared for a moment and returned with the wide-eyed man happily humming the duckie song through a strip of ducttape and being led on a string.

"Let's do this."

Angeless was walking next to Akane in a strangly somber mood. He had his headphones in and wasn't even masking his atempt to ignore the prisoner or Akane.

"Dork "sighed Akane at the same time he sighed "Ditz".

"Whatever "the both sighed again at the same time.

They were searching around for anything that might take the fancy of their little Ayame.

"Migit "sighed Angeless under his breath.

He could see the vain in Akane's temple practicly dancing.

"Why don't we just check the park "he sighed trying to distract himself from wanting to get her to fight back.

"As if Why would she go to the park? "sighed Akane.

"Its usualy crowded and there would be plenty of people to cause chaos with "he sighed trying to be logical when he was really following his gut.

They began to walk in the opposite direction after he gave a slightly more forcefull yank on the leash their prisoner was on.

"You say I told you so if she's there and I will shoot you in the leg "hissed Akane.

"If it makes you feel better shorty "sighed Angeless.

Ayame was sound asleep and having a rather peculiar dream about puppies and a war on broccoli when she heard shouting. She squeezed her eyes tight and held on tighter to her stuffed animal. Before she knew it she heard the unmistakable shouts of Akane.

She was mad at both of them. They were both mean. However, she couldn't surpress her amusement at saying "DON'T YOU SAY I TOLD YOU SO! I MEAN IT!"

Angeless wasn't responding though. She looked over her shoulder just in time to be swept up into his arms. She closed her eyes and breathed for moment. She felt a slight smile crossing her face when she had a flashback and yanked herself out of his arms. With that, she tripped over and fell backwards into the lake.

She felt rather indignant sitting there in the disgusting water, so she crawled out of there as fast as she could. She didn't look at her two "rescuers". Instead, she turned her back on them and plopped down on a bench a few meters away.

"What's your problem Ayame?" Akane asked, obviously trying very hard not to snap.

"You two. If you don't make up I won't go back with you." She said, crossing her legs and pulling a leaf off her stuffed animal.

Akane growled under her breath and Angeless sighed.

After a long silence, Akane closed her eyes and surrendered. Angeless was an ass, but she wasn't going to sacrifice Ayame for the chance to kill him. Besides, the pain she could "accidentally" cause him from time to time would be much more entertaining.

The prisoner ambled towards Ayame with his arms otstretched much like a toddler, but fell backwards on his butt with a sharp tug from Akane. She hadn't MEANT to pull him backwards, but she had turned around so swiftly to face Ageless that it was inevitable.

Akane reached up (though she had to jump to reach) and pulled a chunk of Angeless's hair so that he was bent over and they were face to face.

"You better quit putting the moves on that girl, or I'll have to change my mind" With another tug, she released him and turned around to address Ayame, but she wasn't on the park bench anymore.

Akane looked around frantically, and noticed that Angeless was running around the edge of the lake to the far end of the park, and farther ahead of him Ayame.

Akane sighed with exasperation and took off after the two, slowed down considerably by the prisoner that was about as fast and intelligent as a puppy on a leash.

When she finally caught up with Angeless, he was leaning against a tree panting and looking somewhat worried.

"Where'd she go?"

Angeless nodded in the direction of a small chapel not far away. Standing at the base of the steeple was Ayame, and as Akane approached she saw that Ayame was wearing that smile that she simply loved to see.

"You have a new plan."

Ayame turned to Akane, a maniacal glint in her eyes.

"I have a new plan."

The prisoner sat indian style on the ground with a bit of Ayame's skirt in his mouth, grinning widely.

"If I don't shoot somebody soon I'm going to go nuts "sighed Angeless.

"Well We do need to test the duck rounds out on more people "shrugged Ayame.

"Duck rounds? "asked Angeless looking bemused?

"They make a kind of quack sound when fired and hitting things...and they make people think they're ducks for about 24 hours.

"It was funny watching ayame test them on herself "smirked Akane.

"You seriously make a bullet that makes people think their ducks for 24 hours? You think you could do one that makes them think and act like a puupy "asked Angeless quietly to Akane?

"A puupy? "asked Akane?

Angeless shrugged.

"I like dogs "he sighed.

Ayame tilted her head. She could find some way to work puppies into her new plan. It still had a few kinks to work out, so she couldn't tell Akane or Angeless about it yet.

For now, she gathered herself and walked back to the warehouse with Akane and Angeless. There was still tension between the two, but they weren't trying to rip each others throats out. She smiled and walked with a slight bounce in her step as they made their way across town.

The prisoner followed Akane grinning on his leash. Everything went well until the man spotted a truck going down the road. It squeakily churned out the rubber ducky song from a speaker mounted below a cartoon duck holding a large icecream cone.

"Oh shit..."

Was the last thing anyone heard before the prisoner took off, dragging Akane along. Ayame took off after her partner, and Angeless followed along after her.

Akane had been beaten. She had been stabbed. She had been arrested. She had been thrown out a 10th story window wearing a sumo suit. But NEVER had she been dragged.

After a split second of marvelling at the prisoner's strength, she considered what would be best to do. She pulled her gun and aimed at the prisoner. "Bad idea..." she thought. "Not until after the research..." She adjusted her aim to the truck's tires.

A second later she was pulling herself to her feet and surveying her various injuries (a sprained ankle, a broken wrist, and a large abundance of scraps), observing the prisoner as he mauled the truck, trying to get on top to the duck, while the driver chucked ice cream at him.

"Ayame, when we finally take over the world we need to teach these fools about throwing trash away properly," Akane said, pulling a piece from a bottle out of her shoulder.

"Say, you guys should try this cheesecake ice cream..." the prisoner said, pointing to a spot on his shirt.

Akane stared blankly for a moment. "You're talking..." she said dumbly.

The odd man returned the the truck humming the duckie song and forraging for more ice cream.

"ENOUGH!!!" shouted the driver, coming from the front brandishing a double barrel shotgun.

Angeless grabbed the prisoner and began the retreat. "Time to go girlies." Akane ignored the pain in her ankle and followed, grabbing Ayame's arm with her good one.

"You know I underestted you! "laughed Angeless.

"You giving me praise? "asked Akana?

"Hell no....anybody else would've just let go of the leash "he laughed.

"Fair enough but You are anything but a normal person "smirked Ayame.

"Ditto! "he smirked.

"DITTO IS NOT AN ANSWER!!! "Shouted Akane.

"Actualy it kind of is "answered Ayame.

"DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM

Ayame laughed cheerfully and continued running with her friends. After a while, they made it safely back to the warehouse. Ayame's hands immediately went to her knees so she could catch her breath. After a moment she wandered to the couch and flopped down onto the couch. She was feeling rather sleepy.

She heard the prisoner babbling incoherently in the corner with Akane yelling at him, and could hear Angeless's movements as he practiced some kind of fighting technique. At the moment, Ayame was nothing but sleepy. So, being sleepy, she decided to go to bed. She wandered up the stairs and into her room. She glanced around at the richly colored, if slightly moth eaten, velvet drapes and climbed into her big canopy bed. She hadn't notice the soft sounds behind her as she came up the stairs.

Akane gave the ropes binding the fence surrounding her chain-enveloped prisoner one last tug before leaving the room and locking the door. It was regrettable that she had to give up her living quarters till she could convince Ayame to let her execute the fellow - but it couldn't be helped.

Turning away she sighed, then looked upward suddenly. Maybe it was a trick of the darkness, but she was positive she saw a shadow on the upper floor that should not have been there, lurking ever closer to Ayame's bedroom door.

She armed herself with a conveniently placed rapier mounted on the wall next to her and silently approached. It was at the door now and she was just a few yards away - at this distance her fears were confirmed.

"Where do you think you're going, Angeless?" she asked in a hostile whisper.

"...bed..." He turned and smiled that awful perverted grin that that made Akane hate him more each time she saw it.

"Not in there you're not," she said with a raised eyebrow.

Angeless's smile broadened now, his grip on the doorknob tightening.

"Just try and stop me."

With that he opened the door, dashed inside and slammed it behind him. Akane could hear a yelp of surprise from Ayame, and immediately ran through the door, ready to stab Angeless like a pincushion - until her face hit the carpet.

"What the..." She looked to see what she had tripped over, and was surprised to see that it was Angeless. "Don't tell me you were that dumb that you raced me in here then proceeded to fall on your ass..."

Angeless shook his head and pointed. He wasn't smiling anymore. Tangled in a mass of bedsheets and comforters was Ayame - tears streaming down her face - and... the prisoner.

"HOW THE HELL DID HE GET OUT?!" Akane shouted at the exact moment that Angeless yelled "WTF HOW DID DUCKIE BOY GET THERE FIRST?" which occurred at the very instant that Ayame let out a sob and cried, "HE'S DROOLING ON MY SHEETS!" The prisoner happily gathered more fabric about himself then said proudly, "I'm a wigwam!" Mr. Snuggles snored loudly in the corner.

Akane was utterly flustered as she couldn't decide which male to kill first.

"Oh he is soooooo dead "snarled Angeless taking the Rapier from Akane.

Akane snatched it back quickly as he raised it over his head.

"Thats MINE! "shouted Akane.

"I WAS going to use it to shut Duckie BOY up. "

"I'm going to use it to shut both of you up "hissed Akane.

"Sod it...I'll just beat him senseless "sighed Angeless drawing out one of his pistols.

He sighed and just threw the gun at the Duckie Boy knocking him out cold.

"....I had a feeling you'd knock me out "he sighed.

"Good feeling "smirked Akane hitting him in the back of the head with the hilt of the rapier.

Ayame arched her eyebrows and gave the duck man a shover to get him out of her bed. She attempted to get rid of the remainder of her sniffles as she glared at the damp patches of drool on her sheets. "He was a sorry wigwam" She said, crawling out of bed and crossing the room. She looked at Angeless and Akane and sighed heavily. "I'm gonna go do some work."

"Excellent..." Akane said, rubbing her hands together.

"Ooga booga...." Said Angeless.

Ayame tilted her head before walking down the stairs and into her lab. She closed the door and put on her goggles, walking over to the laptop on the desk in the corner. She sat down in her chair and glanced around the room. What could she use to brainwash people this time? All of a sudden, it hit her. It was time for a party. But first, she had to order several thousand gallons of beef broth and finish figuring out that pesky secret to cloning...

Akane did not lounge in her chair at the 20 foot black conference table as usual. For once she was not alone. Angeless sat immediately across from her tapping his finger on his gun that he had set on the table. He was so proud of being a member of the group - and she could do nothing about it. At the far end of the table, their prisoner was strapped to Akane's rolling computer chair. He couldn't be left alone in the warehouse, so she was forced to let him sit in on the session and giggle at random intervals.

At last Ayame entered and immediately Akane's thoughts were turned towards the single most important thing beyond even destroying Angeless - the ultimate purging of the world's idiots.

As usual, Ayame placed a single piece of paper upon the board and smiled. When she flipped it over, it displayed a picture of Mr. Snuggles at her most ravenous - a frightening sight to the unwary stranger who happened too close to their hideout. All seated at the table waited for an explanation.

Ayame pulled a small silver remote from her pocket and pointed at the picture.

She pushed the shiny red button.

With a rush like a thousand birds taking off, the room was suddenly filled with copies of the photograph on the board. Akane immediately shielded her face. She could hear a shout from Angeless but she couldn't see him. Above all the kerfuffle she could hear the prisoner emitting a loud squealy siren immitation.

"AYAME, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" She shouted over him/ "YOU GAVE ME A PAPERCUT! ...actually... A LOT OF PAPERCUTS!"

In an instant Ayame made all the paper disappear by pushing a second button on the remote. Her audienced looked at her, slightly mutinous and rather bloody.

"Imagine thousands of the REAL Mr. Snuggles. Imagine the very people we need out of our way doused in beef broth."

Akane considered this. "Well, there's no explosions, but blood makes for a good substitute... How?"

Ayame's sweet smile turned more devious.

"

Angeless sat ther wondering how evil these two could be.

"Paper cuts...thts your huge idea....painfull. I like it "he laughed as he ran his hand through his hair.

He smirked momentarily in a way that in the moment he looked like he was ready to kill anything. He noticed his hand was bleeding and took the time to like the blood that was trickling down his wrist.

"Thats really the most creepy thing i've seen you do "sighed Akane.

"You haven't seen me drunk...I cook, clean and dance...amoung other things "he laughed.

Ayame sighed as Akane rolled her eyes.

"And second of all, it's not papercuts you dimwit. We're releasing a thousand Mr. Snuggles clones on a beef broth soaked crowd of corrupt leaders. It's bad enough she's letting you stay here, but at least try to keep up?" Akane said, giving Angeless a look of utmost loathing.

Ayame arched an eyebrow as they both turned to face her.

"A party, eh? So how's this going to work?" Angeless asked, holding his hand to his chin.

Ayame explained, "Well paid, corrupt, officials love nothing more than flaunting their wealth at parties, so we create a fictitious millionaire to invite as many people as we can to the location. We hook the emergency sprinkler system up to a tank of beef broth. Then all we have to do is set them off and push the button - of course we'd be well away by then."

"A fictitious millionaire...?" Angeless mused.

"That's right." Ayame chirped. "Could you stand up a second?" Angeless obeyed.

A squawk of general surprise was heard from both Akane and Angeless as Ayame wrapped her arms around Angeless’s hips.

"Ayame, what are you doing?!" Akane shouted.

"I dunno, but I hope she keeps it up," Angeless said wickedly.

"Don't be an idiot, she's not doing that... I hope."

Ayame straightened up. "Doing what? ...I need you to take your shirt off Angeless..."

"Heh heh... sure thing. I could take my pants off too if you like."

Akane shouted louder now, "THAT WON'T BE NECESSARY! Ayame, what are you doing?"

"I'm fitting him for his tux of course..."

Angeless's face immediately fell. "...Tux?"

"Yep!" Ayame replied brightly.

"Can't I just dress normal?"

"Nope."

"Could I just go starkers?"

"Definitely not."

"WHYYYYY???"

"Well as I said, we need a fictitious millionaire and fictitious millionaires wear tuxes and have trophy wives and buy things that aren't for sale... oh and I'm going to really need help from the both of you while I fine-tune the cloning device. Here, I've prepared lists." Ayame offered out two sheets of paper. Akane took the one that said her name in large script wrought with curlicues.

Angeless took the list and pocketed it without a glance. "...What's this about a trophy wife now...?"

"Don't worry, it's all taken care of." said Ayame. "Now let's get to work. I'm positive that I had the cloning machine set to make only fifty copies of that photo..." She walked away mumbling.

Akane looked at Angeless contemptuously and hoped Ayame hadn't entrusted him with anything important, then left to complete the tasks on her list. This party needed a truly spectacular DJ since there wasn't going to be any explosions...

Angeless stood infront of the mirror admiring the tux. He'd reluctantly let Ayame cut and style his hair. He even admited he liked it to her. It was feathered shorter than usual but he definatly looked the part of a rich man. Even the small diamond stud earing looked good.

"Looks good on you "smiled Ayame watching him admire himself in the mirror.

"So would you "he smirked.

"Quit it now "sighed Akane.

He ruffled his hair and checked his pockets and found a silver ciggarette case filled with cigs.

"Nice....a fellar could get used to this "he sighed.

Looking over his shoulder he smirked.

"Soooo...who gets to be my wife "he smirked again

Ayame had gone into one of the little rooms as he'd admired himself in the mirror. "I am Angeless. Akane is going to be entertainment. I'm getting her costume finished up right now."

She finished it up and cut the last piece of thread. "I'll be out in a minute, I'm getting dressed."

After she said that, there was a great deal of movement. She heard footsteps coming towards the door, then a loud thud and some arguing, followed by excited barking from Mr.Snuggles. She ignored it as she stepped into her costume. It was a sleeveless red dress, flecked all over with beads and diamonds Ayame had created herself in the lab. It was a red dress that hugged her figure until it reached the skirt, where a slit that came almost to her hip allowed her to walk. A Flowy underskirt of black chiffon was visible in places until it flowed out as a small train in the back.

She nodded at her reflection before undoing her usual pigtails and taking off the cat ears. After that, she started pinning up her curls one by one until they formed an intricate (and glittering due to the jeweled hairpins) mass on the back of her head. She let one perfect curl fall across the left side of her face and down nearly to her waist.

Now it was time for makeup. She applied smoky shadow and swirls of glitter around her eyes, and then put on dark red lipstick. She followed that with a lot of mascara. By the time she was done, her eyes looked huge and gorgeous. She finished up by accenting the small beauty mark on her left cheek. With a giggle, she gathered up Akane's costume and blew herself a kiss in the mirror. "I look cute enough now." She said to herself as she walked back into the big room where they were all getting ready.

Angeless was making faces at his tuxedoed self in a mirror.

"Oh stop that," Akane said in annoyance. "Even Ayame's sense of style couldn't make you at all attractive... well except to yourself."

She leaned back against a nearby table waiting on Ayame to return with her costume. She had failed to ask just what sort of entertainment she was supposed to be provideing. She wasn't really that great at singing...

At that moment the door to Ayame's room opened and Ayame emerged. Angeless had fallen strangely silent, and Akane sighed with relief. Any moment without his perverted input was relaxing.

Ayame smiled sweetly and handed a bit of pink fabric to Akane.

"Pink? Ayame you know I hate pink..."

Ayame smiled and said "Sorry, Akane. It was all they had at the store."

Akane grumbled and went off to her room to change, concerned at the amount of fabric that she had been given.

Ayame put the finishing touches on her makeup at a vanity in the corner of the room, and watched Angeless as he pranced around in front of the mirror. She had absolutely no idea what he was doing, other than being confusing. In any case, she had some things she needed to check on.

She got up from her seat at the vanity and walked through a door that led to a balcony over Akane's basement. She could hear Mr. Snuggles yapping ferociously in the distance, obviously angry because he hadn't eaten for several hours. Honestly, that dog was always hungry. They weren't starving him in the least today, they had just given him a bowl in the morning instead of leaving his automatic feeder out. She looked the tanks of beef broth on either end of the room, and saw that they were indeed full. With a little smile, she turned and swept out of the room and nearly bumped into Angeless.

He caught her arm as she walked out the door, and Ayame thought he was acting funny but she didn't have a chance to find out why. Because about 4 seconds later Akane's voice rang out from the other room.

"Ayame...WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"