A moving target is harder to hit than a stationary one...and since that's true...I am OUTA here!
I bolt out of the ally, the truck roaring out from behind me.
Crapcrapcrapcrap! I gotta even the odds...I feel like an injured cat going up against a pit bull!
My eyes flit around, searching for a vehicle to borrow.
Yes!! JACKPOT!
I leap onto a motor bike, suprising the hell outa the guy just getting off.
"Gomen ne, dude! I gotta borrow this baby for a coupla minutes. Hey, domo, man! I'll get it right back to ya, k? Ja ne!"
Before he could say anything, I zoom off, leaving the poor guy standing there, slackjawed and bewildered.
I could almost feel the truck thundering after me as I put the proverbial petal to the metal.
"EEEEEYAAH!! Don't mess with this Moron, boys! It's VERY hazardous to your health!!" I holler as I hang a hard right, the truck careening after me, right into what looked like some kind of farmers' market.
"K'so! Outofthewayoutofthewayoutoftheway!!" I scream in alternating English and Japanese at the people, frantically trying not to HIT any of them as I careen through.
"Eeeek!!" I duck chickens, ducks, breads, cheeses, fruits and vegetables flying at and past me into the truck's windshield.
Heh heh heh, and THAT'S about as close as most Americans GET to a balanced meal!
I note a banana stand I pass by with a sturdy looking slanted display board/stand.
Hmm, idea...U-TURN!!
I turn the bike, bringing a foot down to steady the bike.
I rev the engine, waiting until I'm sure the truck is right where I want it to be.
Here goes nothin', girl!!
I zoom up the board, using it as a jump, smashing onto the hood with the back wheel and slamming the front wheel down in the weakest part of the windshield, shattering it.
I grin wickedly, popping my claws, some part of my mind noting the shadow within gaining strength slightly with every move I make.
"Hope ya got insurance, kids!"
I scoot back a little bit on the bike seat and bend clear over backwards, slamming my claws through the hood and messing the engine up by tearing my claws through it.
I snap back up and forward, slicing the guns right out of my attackers hands.
"Sayonara, suckers! Please DO forget to write!" I grin at them before jumping the bike over their roof.
As I leave them
shooting at my dust, I scream into the wind, "MAN I LOVE being a turtle!
Err...um...a MORON!!"
After making sure I wasn't being followed, I filled the gas tank and returned the mostly unharmed ("Gomen for the dents, bullets will do that...") motor-bike to a still confused owner, I lean against a wall while pretending to read a map.
"Neph? Can you hear me?" I telepathically project to him.
"M-chan? Are you all right?"
"Hai, you? You're not hurt are you??"
"I'm all right, and unharmed, where are you?"
"Uh...I don't know the name of this place, but it's about two blocks away from the uh...farmers' market thing, and right by a big mall."
"Hmm, is there a McDonalds that you can see in the mall?"
"Uhm...hai, in fact. Gods, they're taking over the world!"
"Who are?"
"McDonalds."
"Ah...hai...just...stay there and I'll meet you."
"Ok, love."
In under 20 minutes, I was in Neph's arms again, sharing a fierce kiss with him.
"Koibito, what happened? You're a mess," he asks, picking a chicken feather from my disheveled hair.
I grin a bit, "A little car chase, actually," I reach up and gently touch one of his cheek bones that was swelling up, "Itai...how'd the fight go?"
He gives me a wry smile, "Not bad, you should see the other guys."
"That's my man," I grinning fondly at him, "I think the others might want to...oh...ow..."
I bring a hand to my forehead, my headache had returned with a vengeance.
"What's wrong?" He asks me, beautiful blue eyes worried.
"Ugh, it's just this blasted headache...it's back and worse," I answer, closing my eyes.
"Perhaps we should get back to the mansion and you should lay down for a little bit," he says softly, keeping an arm around my shoulders.
"Hai," I say, leaning a little against him.
"Do you think you'll still want to go to that banquet with me? I could cancel this meeting and stay with you if you'd like."
I smile, stroking his side, my arm around his middle.
"I'll probably be feeling better by the time of the banquet, and you don't have to cancel the meeting, I'll probably be sleeping all the time you're gone, anyway."
He nods, hugging me
close as we head for his mansion.
Part XII
Part XIV
Meetings Index