Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter 8
“Did you hear the news?” the girl asked, snacking on a muffin while she did.
“No, what is it?” Amaterasu asked while shuffling some papers out of his way. “Come now, I don't have too much time to worry over small affairs.”
“Mih, always busy with work,” Sergeant Karate Keya Q whined. “You're never any fun. But the news is, um…it was something…gaw, what was it again? Well, there's the Mayor's plans. He seems to be promising a new strategy to combating crime if it gets much worse. It's actually kind of interesting.”
Amaterasu just waved his hand. “I've heard every tired political speech I want to hear. I'm not interested.”
KKQ nodded thoughtfully. “Oh, sergeant Zakku said if you came into his district again he'd kill you. And um, something else, I forgot. Um, there's a new TV show out?”
Amaterasu stared harshly at his fellow sergeant. “Get out of my office if you're only here to take up my time.”
Sergeant Karate Keya Q laughed. “Oh, back from your hospital time and now you're Mr. Workaholic again, eh? Anyway, I remembered. It was the East, that gang you were worried about? Whatever it was, yeah, they apparently destroyed a bunch of gangs last night in some duel or whatever. So in a way, you were right, and in a way, you were wrong.”
Amaterasu glared at Karate Keya Q. Ever since returning from his 'sick time' recovering from those fights he had that night he had refused thinking about anything but bringing that group to justice. “How was I wrong?”
“Well, you were right, in that they were strong and needed to be watched. But you were wrong about them being so bad. If you had taken them out the first day the East wouldn't be so crime free as it is now,” Karate Keya Q watched Amaterasu slam the papers in his hands onto the table.
“Don't give them any love! They're crooks, criminals, vagrants! The worst of society. Don't make them sound as if they've done any good for society. If they had, it was through their own selfish desires,” Amaterasu yelled.
Karate Keya Q could tell she pinched a nerve so she got up to leave. “By the way, here's a muffin,” she said as she handed Amaterasu off a muffin. “You know, it wasn't all that long ago you had worked together with a gang.” Before his response, she shut the office door quietly.
“Yes, it was,” Amaterasu grumbled to the empty office.
**
Q eyed the bar carefully. All seemed safe. He took a sip of his Cherry Coke. For some reason he had a good feeling danger was afoot. The bar was full of chatter. Clair was asking Dark Raptor tons of questions. Yoyo and Bano were in a staring contest. Jake was talking to Temari. This was Q's chance.
Q carefully sidestepped the groups and sat at the bar next to Jake. “Jake, I have something to tell you, it’s vital information,” Q said. Temari put down the glass and listened intently. Jake turned and looked Q in the eyes.
“What is it, chief?” Jake asked. Jake knew how important it would be if Q was telling him the information.
Q leaned in. “Two things are not right here. The first, don't call me chief. I prefer King. It keeps the lowly peasant people in their place, you understand.” Jake nodded. “Good, the second thing is. I can sense it. Danger's afoot.”
Jake gasped. “Not danger, how, where?” Q raised his hand in a fast motion.
“We can't be so careless as to give away the details here. I can just tell. Crime stops for no one,” Q pointed at the door of the bar. “This city, my city, I will protect her.”
Temari sighed. “What a hero.”
Q spun around. “That's right. I am a hero. But soon this city, will, something something, and the accumulation of sex and filthy sex will be at their waists and people will look up at me and save, save me. And I will say, no. Because I'm not a hero, or something.”
“Wow, Q, can I help? If we're being heroes,” Jake smiled.
“How daring!” Temari swooned. “Except I'm not sure that's the correct wording...”
“Of course you can help, Jake. We need to find you a metal suit and rebuild your heart. We'll call you Steeloman Jake. I'll assemble a group of heroes. Bano, you can be Banoman. And then, I don't know, but when crime rears its head in this city, someone will shoot me in the eye and it won't work.”
“Yes, it will,” Bano sighed. “I kinda wish they'd go for it, too.”
“Yes! I can be made of iron!” Jake hoorayed.
“What a daring ideal for the future!” Temari swooned.
“Of course. And then we'll have a theme song, 'When there's trouble you know who to call, Team Eagle. Something japanese, something japanese again, Team Eagle! We got the bad guys on the run, we never stop-” Q yelled as the metal pounded through his head. Yoyo glared at the group.
“Honestly, Q? Super heroes. It's definitely one of the dumbest things you've tried to turn the gang into,” Yoyo grumbled. Bano just laughed and Jake made poses.
“But Yoyo, with suche power comes great-”
Clair turned away from the group and shook her head as she heard Q's screams of terror. Clair softly pushed the drink closer to Dark Raptor who sat in the corner of the bar. The gang had spent the day sleeping to recover from the previous day’s fights, and for some reason Dark Raptor had slept through it all, too.
“Come on, you must know something, please?” Clair smiled. Dark Raptor looked between Clair and the delicate fizz of the Dr. Pepper.
“Well, the thing is there's not much to tell about Bano. I'm a lot more exciting than Bano,” Dark Raptor smiled and made a thumbs up motion.
Clair's smile faded a little. “Um, yeah, I'm sure that's true. But you've known Bano for years, right? What's his life like before he came to WOTNopolis? He and Q never really talk about that stuff. I want to know.”
“Um, I don't really remember. If I recall he used to be my lackey, but he was so scared by my awesome he ran away to join the circus. Or was that another guy named Naruto12337? It's hard keeping track,” Dark Raptor rambled.
Clair sunk into her seat. “Geez, he's as bad as his brother,” she muttered and motioned Dark Raptor to the Dr. Pepper.
Q's hand quickly nabbed it off the table. “Aha, this foul stuff. I should of known. Didn't I tell you danger was afoot, Jake?” He shook the drink, as if wagging his finger, and the fizzy drink spilled onto the floor.
“Aye yes ye did, cap'n Boss Sparrow,” Jake nodded.
“Jake, we're super heroes, not pirates. You're getting demoted to butler status soon if you don't knock off the antics. Being a super hero is serious stuff,” Q reprimanded his sidekick. Temari quietly did dishes in the back. Q shot a glance to the door. A yell was heard.
“Aha, that's what you get pig-head! I am the victor in this staring contest—” Dead silence made Yoyo stop her victory cheer. She slowly turned around in her seat.
“Well, well. Aren't we all having a good time?” the suited figure in the doorway said. “And here I was worried I might be intruding on some serious matters.”
Bano's eyes stayed fixated on Punkfilter. The atmosphere of the bar instantly became a cold sense of dread. Was another fight impending?
Punkfilter walked slowly through the middle of the bar. The seconds passed by slowly. Everyone waited for the angle he'd attack from. His hand, gently in his pocket reached out and pulled a stool away from the bar. “What do you have to drink?” Punkfilter asked.
Yoyo's legs kicked off from behind and her shoulders pulled her swords through the figure. She felt her swords make contact as Bano's Kama cut through. Punkfilter didn't move an inch as his crystal wall formed between them.
“What? Do you think we're a joke? You can just walk in here and make any kind of declaration or say anything you want? Taunt us? That we're not just as serious a gang as any other one out there? You think we won't kill you!” Bano shouted.
“Now, now, who said anything about killing, hm?” Punkfilter gazed at Yoyo and smiled. Yoyo gripped her swords tighter and swung again. Punkfilter's eyes widened as the wall cracked. The blades clattered noisily against a brown object.
“Yes, very good show,” Punkfilter smiled.
“Is that a muffin?” Temari asked, confused.
A figure in a dark black coat had appeared between Punkfilter and Yoyo. The young woman's eyes glared into Yoyo's. Shifting her momentum forward Yoyo was able to swing her swords from behind her following with a kick. The figure slid to the side of the blows and whipped her knife in Yoyo's direction when a hand firmly grabbed her on each side and lifted her off the ground.
The figure stopped moving after having been subdued by Clair and Bano each. Bano's grip on the person's left arm tightened as he stared at the cold, unsurprised eyes of Punkfilter. “Your service sure is slow,” Punkfilter yawned. “I asked for a drink.”
Temari held her hands out firmed. “We, we won't, serve someone like you, here. You can, just, take your business and leave.”
Punkfilter smiled. “You guys sure are riled up. But relax already. I'm not here to fight. That girl you're holding wouldn't of even come out had you not attacked me so viciously. She's an expert, too. One of the top terrorists you'll find in this country. Regardless, I even came here to congratulate you guys. Good show on surpassing the Boss's expectations. No one had expected you to survive this long, let alone conquer the entire East. It’s quite a feat for low rankers like yourselves.”
“Shut up!” Yoyo seethed. “We don't need congratulations from you. I'll kill a disgusting man like you where you stand.”
“Please. I'm here authorized to use all my power if I wish. Even if you all combined your powers you couldn't hope to defeat me one handed. And I have back up,” Punkfilter nodded at the black figure. A bandanna covered most of her face but the grey eyes moved to her right. In an instant Clair and Bano had let go and jumped into tables.
“My hands,” Clair growled as she stared at them. They had turned a crimson red.
“It looks like ice cream,” Jake spoke up.
“Its acid ice cream,” the woman spoke. Bano moved between her and Clair.
Punkfilter stared happily at Yoyo. Her hands gripped the swords tighter. “Oh, come on. You really must let the past, die.”
Before Yoyo's swords could reach him two bodies had moved between Yoyo and Punkfilter. With his back to Punkfilter Dark Raptor's talon stopped her swords. Q stood in front of Yoyo and Dark Raptor. “You,” Q pointed at Punkfilter. “Leave my men alone. We're a gang of WOTNopolis, we're not somewhere you just go to get your kicks and giggles out. Thank you kindly for your congratulations. Tell your master we don't care a thing about them. And get out. If you don't. You will die.”
Punkfilter stared at Q for a moment, contemplative. “Very well, suit yourself.” Punkfilter got up and moved towards the door. The girl followed quickly behind him. “Before I leave I think I should warn you,” Punkfilter turned and glared at the group, “Up until this point I have directly been reporting your progress to the Master, and he's been giving me orders on how to deal with you. But, now that you've gained this much fame, well, the other two under my Master will take notice. Those two, well, he's not a bit sane. To say the least, you better watch yourselves. I can't protect you forever.”
Q stared at the empty doorway and sat back down. “You know, Jake. I predicted this whole thing. I did say danger was afoot.”
“Woah, you did Boss!” Jake said in amazement.
“You're amazing!” Temari gaped.
“Don't I know it, it's the work of a super hero,” Q smiled.
“Psh, who wants to be a super hero?” Dark Raptor. “I'm a villain!”
“You okay?” Bano asked Clair while looking at her hands.
“I'm fine, really,” Clair smiled. Their hands held for a second when she turned to Yoyo. “Yoyo, how are you?”
Yoyo sighed. “Yeah, I'm fine. Men, huh?”
“Psh, women shouldn't even be out of the kitchen anyway,” Bano whined and felt Clair and Yoyo's punch into his gut.
“So who was that guy?” Dark Raptor asked Q.
“He was Punkfilter. A real pain in the neck. Thanks for the help, brother,” Q smiled. Dark Raptor just rolled his eyes.
“Having trouble in the big city, huh?” Dark Raptor smiled.
The door opened. Yoyo's swords flung fast and Bano's Kama moved towards their mark. The girl in the doorway jumped back quickly and screamed. “What the heck!?” she hollered.
“Oh, I know you, its Flabby! No, that's not right, Abby!” Q corrected, proud of himself. Abby stood in the doorway, arms raised as a sword and kama sat inches from her throat and stomach. However, they were slowly lowered.
“Oh, sorry ‘bout that,” Bano laughed uneasily.
“Thought you were someone else, fellow female!” Yoyo smiled awkwardly.
“I, well I hope so!” Abby gawked. She moved uncomfortably over to a table in the back. “They're so not getting tips,” she noted to herself.
“Guys, gather around,” Q said to his group. Clair moved to join the group but Temari snatched her away.
“What's up, Temari?” Clair asked. She was much more interested in what Q was saying, and Bano.
“Um, well, you see, could you be my waitress for that girl?” Temari fidgeted.
“Why?” Clair asked unhappily.
“Well, you see, um. I've never, well, had a customer before,” Temari laughed. “Um, so, I kind of, don't really know what to do.”
Clair stared at Temari. “All these years you've never had a…?”
“No, so help me out?” Temari pleaded.
“Well, alright then,” Clair said she moved towards Abby's table.
Q looked at the group that had gathered around. Yoyo had ignored the group but Q dragged her over. “I need all the guys,” he said.
“That was just unforgiveable,” Yoyo said but was too curious to argue much.
“Guys, I need help. That over there. That's my girl. I need to win her heart,” Q pointed and shook nervously.
Everyone just stared, their mouths hanging open.
“Q likes girls? That's kind of a relief,” Bano laughed.
“Why would I help in such an endeavor?” Yoyo groaned. “I'm sure this topic will be full of intelligence.”
“Boss, I'm just the guy you need on this. I'm a true ladies man. A stud, if you will. I am the true master of love. And I will help you win your lady's heart. Believe me,” Jake smiled and winked at Q.
“Wow, really? Good! That's just what I need!” Q smiled.
“Oh geez, I'm out,” Yoyo walked away.
“This oughtta be good,” Bano laughed.
“Hurry guys! Hurry! She's right there!” Q pointed and spasmed.
“Boss, relax. I can help you out. A woman's heart is like a golden flower. You must gently caress, and then pluck ever so softly that you don't lose a single petal,” Jake smiled.
“Woah, that was deep,” Q said.
“Poetry,” Dark Raptor nodded.
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