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putterpen · 6 years ago

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Mistletoe Key

“A portal in New York, in Central Park no less. Are we in a Don Bluth movie?” Two o’clock in the morning, twenty below, Michelangelo and Irma lead a foot trail in the soft snow deep into the boundaries of New York Cities urban forest, the air spiked with the chill of deep winter. Even packed like a mule under the burden of coats and two pairs of thick gloves, Michelangelo felt every whispering breeze as sharply as he could feel a blade pressed to his skin.

“I haven’t seen any trolls yet but I’ll let you know if I do.” Irma adjusted her jacket nervously in anticipation. “But until then here we are.” Irma unfolded a note from a deep pocket. “This is the place April marked on the map.”

Michelangelo grumbled something about frozen nunchucks, until they stopped in the shadow of an oak tree, biggest in the park.

“Woah no way.” Mikey breathed, mystified. “Its the dead of winter but this oak tree is as green as Kermit’s rear end.”

Irma squinted at the high branches, there the mistletoe sat passively drawing energy. “ It looks like the magic suspended the tree in time.” Irma motioned to press her palm against it but didn’t. “But mistletoe is a parasite, so it shouldn’t be long now.”

“Long til what?” Then he heard it. “Is that tree...talking?”

Irma turned her head slightly. It wasn’t a voice, more a dull hum, or painful groan. A violent shake made them stagger. The crop of mistletoe tied to the core branches of the oak tree glowed a ghostly pale aura, snake like golden vines sprouted forth, growing and encircling the tree rapidly, choking every branch until they fell on the snow in unison, like a curtain. Before Michelangelo could fully comprehend what happened, with a last dying shudder the oak’s trunk turned black and split open and curled backwards, revealing in its wake a dark void.

“Right. Okay.” Michelangelo half stepped backwards. “I get the feeling this isn’t a gateway to the north pole.”

“Nope.”

“Halloween town?”

Irma smirked. “If you can classify the underworld as Halloween town then this may be as close as you’re gonna get.” Michelangelo pulled on his beanie cap.

“The underworld? Heck yeah! Maybe I’ll get to meet Jack Skellington!”

“Doubtful.” Irma frowned.

“Oh! Or what about Hell Boy!”

“Mikey!” Irma turned away from the ghastly portal, hand on her hips expectantly. Michelangelo raised a hand in mock surrender. “Not even Gordon Ramsey?”

“Seriously now is not the time for jokes!”

“I’m know.” The turtle gestured towards the cursed tree indignantly. “ But we’re about to skip down the yellow brick road into hell, geeze, cut me some slack, Irma.”

Irma signed. “Well if it makes you feel any better, I don’t think this is a portal to literal hell.

“Hm…” Mikey paused. “How do you know that?” He asked flatly.

Irma bit her lower lip. “Just a hunch. This magic is arcane but anyone can use it if they know what they’re doing and have the resources. The mistletoe acts like a gateway key.” With earnest Irma flipped through April’s notebook. “It happened just as April said it would in here...when did she even find time to research this?” Michelangelo shrugged. “Does it matter?”

Irma snapped the book shut. “No. What does matter is finding April and Oyuki. And that means…” Irma and Mikey faced the dead and somehow also alive oak tree again, feeling the subtle pulse of magical energy running under them. Beckoning them.

“The last time I spoke to April she updated me about the missing homeless case.” Just in time for the holidays. A grim thought. “Oddly enough every viable lead brought her to this place.”

Michelangelo nodded in understanding.“So April, Oyuki and the missing people are...wherever this portal leads.” Michelangelo grimaced. “Es muy no bueno.”

“My adopted sister is an idiot. And apparently her camera woman is to.” Irma always thought Oyuki was ‘strange’ but never the ‘leap first’ type. “I bet anything April dragged her into this.”

“Wherever that is I hope it's warm. So ready when you are!” Mikey bolstered, he was itching for action. For the past two months the orange ninja lived in an empty lair, healing from a long standing injury. Master Splinter and Leonardo stayed behind in Japan to wrap up unfinished business with Umiko. By the time he was able to stand and take care of himself, they received a distress call from the Utrom in an entirely different dimension, Mikey assured Raphael and Donatello that he would be fine before they went on their way. An empty lair so close to christmas was strange to say the least. But Irma and April visited often.

“I’m ready,” April nodded. “And I have to say again, thank you for helping me out.”

“No problem! It’s not like you could go to the police about this or anything.”

Irma couldn’t help but smile past her nervousness. “You have a point. We should go before someone sees us.”

A moment of silence passed between the two under the haunting awning of the dead oak and the mistletoe. Michelangelo admired Irma’s plush cheeks and her cute nose, rosy pink from the cold. He was reminded of the mistletoe above them and a mischievous smirk spread across his face.

“Hey ya know, before we march into the unknown, I do have one request.” Irma’s expression brightened with a cautious curiosity. “Oh?”

Mikey winked impishly. “How about a kiss for good luck?”

This is for the Weekly Drabble Challenge of 12-09-18 of TMNT All Stories

The setting is an AU. This is bad and late. My apologies. But I really want to be a more active writer! I think I’ll have an easier idea for the next theme ‘snowflake’

#tmnt #irma #michelangelo #teenage mutant ninja turtles #drabble #fanfiction #mistletoe

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deliciousgears · 7 years ago

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Defrosted (Femslash February 2018)

Fandom: Urusei Yatsura

Pairing: Ryuunosuke/Oyuki

Prompt: Day 6 - Heat

Summary: On a hot summer’s day, Ryuunosuke attempts to run her own shaved ice stand, with the help of a certain Neptunian princess.

Word Count: 4004

Notes: I know, I know: an UY fanfic written by me that ships Ryuunosuke with someone else shouldn’t be possible. But I felt that since I got the whole of February, I should branch out a little bit...

Warnings: Some mild sexiness, but nothing really explicit.

It was going to be another hot day in Tomobiki. 30’c at the highest, 25’c at the lowest. Ryuunosuke was already sweating through her shirt as she wheeled her little food cart down the road, carrying her ice shaving machine and six large bottles of syrup, each with a different flavour. If not for anything else, it certainly was going to be a good time to get some shaved ice.

Ryuunosuke parked herself at the corner of one of the busy shopping streets, and started setting up shop. She had taken the small cart off her father, who was busy cleaning the school store or something (she never truly found out what he was doing, only that he didn’t seem to care that she left with the cart), along with the syrup bottles. Ran had told her that she knew somebody who could get her all the ice she wanted, just as long as she knew where she was going to be on the day.

Ryuunosuke looked around the street. There were a few people there already, but no sign of any ice waiting for her. Maybe they were still delivering it?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud rumble coming from the sky. Ryuunosuke looked up in confusion; wasn’t it supposed to be cloudless, today? She was surprised at the sight of a dark, swirling cloud that was forming in the sky above the square, crackling with lightning and growing by the second. As the cloud grew, a cold breeze blew down like a wave, a buffer against the hot summer sun, followed by a wave of snowflakes travelling along the wind.

Then, in an instant, a large crystalline block of ice burst out from the cloud, leaving trails of cloud vapour behind as it plummeted towards the city streets. Ryuunosuke barely had time to wheel her cart back before the car-sized block slammed into the sidewalk next to her, shattering into large pieces sliding onto the concrete and smaller shards zipping through the air, smashing through store windows, shattering car windshields and taking the head off a store mannequin.

Ryuunosuke stared at the massive pile of broken ice, clear and flawless and already starting to melt, long enough that she almost didn’t notice the other object bursting from the dark cloud, a red airbike carrying two figures, one of which she instantly recognised as soon as she laid eyes on her.

“Benten?!”

Benten waved at Ryuunosuke as she landed her airbike right beside the broken block of ice. “Hey there, girl! Is this gonna be enough ice for ya?”

“Enough ice?” Ryuunosuke said. “This is way too much! This is enough ice to make shaved ice for a year! It’s way too much for me to store in my cart here!”

Benten grinned at Ryuunosuke. “Well, maybe we should get to work, then? You wouldn’t wanna waste this, trust me!”

The second figure slid herself off from the back seat of the airbike, and stepped up towards Benten and Ryuunosuke. “It’s quite alright. I can have Benten keep the rest you don’t need in cold storage until later. It’s the least I could do as your business partner.”

Ryuunosuke turned to look at the other woman, only to find herself lost for words. She was a beautiful woman, of course, but she had a curious elegance in the way she carried herself in her snow-white kimono. Her face and hands was pale with light blue eyes, and her hair was long and bluish-white held up in a high ponytail, but Ryuunosuke couldn’t tell if her hair was ice, or had ice in it.

It took a few minutes for Ryuunosuke to realise that she was staring at the woman, and a couple more to realise that she had noticed, and was staring back. Almost immediately Ryuunosuke turned her head away, her body going ramrod straight. “Yeah, that’s fine, thanks.”

“You’ve never met Oyuki before, have you?” Benten asked, her head tilting. “We went to school together, along with Ran and Lum. We all pretty much go back a long way together.”

Oyuki smiled softly. “That we do. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Fujinami-san.”

Ryuunosuke just sighed and pulled out a large cooler from the cart. “Yeah, thanks a lot”. She began filling it with the blocks of ice. Eventually, the cart was set up properly with Benten’s help, and Ryuunosuke flew the little banner with the red “kouri” kanji over the cart.

She looked back towards Benten, who was already loading a small-hover trailer with the remaining ice, and Oyuki, who watched Ryuunosuke setting up her cart for sale. “Okay, you can go now. I’ve pretty much got this.”

“That may be so, Ryuunosuke-san.” Oyuki said. “But I have to stay here with you, as your business partner. I brought you your ice, remember? So you have to hold up your end of the bargain.”

Ryuunosuke looked confused. “Business partner? For a shaved ice stand?”

Oyuki’s face didn’t change at all, let alone bely any emotion. “The last time that I loaned somebody something for their own commercial use, it led to a sherbert bird running loose in Tomobiki and assaulting citizens. I would rather not want to deal with another repeat of that incident.”

“Yeah, I get that…” Ryuunosuke said, remembering what she heard of the sherbert bird incident. “But since when is plain old ice some kind of valuable thing on a place like Neptune?”

Oyuki smiled in a manner that didn’t seem to indicate amusement or politeness. “Naturally made ice is of little value on Neptune. But naturally made ice is very impure. This ice is personally made with pure water, in special conditions.”

Ryuunosuke stared at Oyuki, unsure if she knew what she was hearing. “Personally made? By yourself?”

“Of course,” Oyuki said, “It wouldn’t be personally made if I didn’t make it myself.” Oyuki waved a hand, wafting cold air from her slim fingers. “That’s why I want to stay here and protect my assets, Ryuunosuke-san.”

Ryuunosuke couldn’t find any more argument, especially considering that there were people gathering at the cart, waiting to get served. Instead she took her place inside, and started to work.

True to her word, Oyuki stayed at her side as the day went on, watching Ryuunosuke intently as she worked. She sat by herself on a tiny folding chair from Benten’s airbike, a large parasol stood over her head to provide shade for herself and Ryuunosuke. She was surprisingly easy to ignore, when there were enough customers, but there were moments when Ryuunosuke would lock eyes with Oyuki, and she would get distracted again. By the time the sun and the heat were at their highest, Ryuunosuke was finding it increasingly difficult to get those intense ice-blue eyes out of her mind.

After an hour or two, Shinobu had appeared at the stall, wearing a pretty white dress and a large floppy sunhat. She smiled brightly as she came over to the cart. “I didn’t expect you two to be here today.”

“You don’t expect me to be selling shaved ice?” Ryuunosuke asked.

Shinobu laughed. “Not you, but Oyuki-san over there.”

Oyuki smiled at Shinobu. “I’m the one providing Ryuunosuke-san with the ice. I’m here to help protect my stake in this business.”

Shinobu nodded, and bought herself a cupful of ice with some strawberry syrup, and Ryuunosuke watched her as she left, her dress swaying behind her as she walked.

“You seem to like her,” Oyuki said quietly. “Wasn’t she Ataru’s ex-girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” Ryuunosuke replied nervously. “I guess. But she has a boyfriend now.” She couldn’t help but spit out the word “boyfriend” like it was a bad piece of fish. “Now I don’t even see her without him around, and I…”

Ryuunosuke’s words suddenly died as she realised what she was saying: even an idiot could tell that she sounded incredibly jealous of Shinobu’s boyfriend. She looked over at Oyuki nervously. “Actually, just forget it. It’s just rambling.”

Oyuki just gave Ryuunosuke a smile. “We all get a broken heart sometimes, Ryuunosuke-kun. Even me.”

After an hour, the lunchtime rush hit; Ryuunosuke worked as hard as she could in the sweltering heat. She couldn’t believe that the business was going so well. She could even see some repeat customers from earlier in the day, alongside the rather large throng they were already getting.

“Ryuunosuke-kun, aren’t you going to eat anything?” Oyuki asked, for the first time since they opened shop. “It’s just gone past the lunch hour.”

“Don’t feel like it.” Ryuunosuke said. “There’s some onigiri I packed down with the coolers if you’re hungry.”

She turned back to serve the next customer… Only to quail and move back as that customer turned out to be her father, staring directly at her.

“Ryuunosuke, aren’t you going to greet your father?” The man’s face was stern and disapproving, which wasn’t much of a change from the way it usually was at any other time she saw him.

“Oh, you’re Ryuunosuke’s father?” Oyuki said. She pulled out the small bag with the onigiri inside. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you from my friends. You know Benten, Ran and Lum, don’t you?”

Mr. Fujinami looked at Oyuki, with the kind of blank expression on his face that usually denoted that he didn't really care. "And who might you be?"

"I'm Oyuki," Oyuki said, "Ryuunosuke-kun's business partner. Princess of the planet Neptune." She gave Mr. Fujinami a polite smile. "I don't believe we've met."

Mr. Fujinami just looked at Oyuki in silence for a moment, before turning back to Ryuunosuke. "How dare you ditch your old man this way! You've turned your back on the Hamachaya!"

"It's not like the Hamachaya was any good when I was there!" Ryuunosuke said bitterly. "Now get out of line if you don't wanna buy anything!" Inwardly she braced for another fight. She wanted to stand her ground there, in front of the tiny little cart with Oyuki's personally made super-pure ice.

Behind Mr. Fujinami, several voices shouted out in assent: "The boy is right! Get the hell out!"

"Loser!"

"Jerk!"

"Fashion victim!"

Mr. Fujinami turned around to face the crowd gathering in front of him. For a moment, he stood completely still, not moving. One particularly burly looking man quickly got in his face, shouting so loud even Ryuunosuke's ears rang. But then he suddenly punched him hard in the face, sending the entire pile toppling backwards to the ground.

Mr. Fujinami turned back to Ryuunosuke, grinning. "Well, would you look at that? No more line!"

Oyuki's eyes hardened, focusing directly on Mr. Fujinami. "Fujinami-san, I'm not going to tolerate you trying to ruin our business like this." As she rose from her little folding chair, a cold chill swept around Ryuunosuke and Mr. Fujinami. The people around them quickly sensed that danger was coming, and made themselves scarce.

Ryuunosuke placed her hand on Oyuki's shoulder. "Don't bother. I'll handle this."

Oyuki blinked, surprised. Of course, for Oyuki that meant her eyes widening slightly. The cold chill quickly faded away. "Do you really think so?" She looked over at Mr. Fujinami for a moment, before sitting back on the chair. "Fine, then. I'll have these onigiri while you take care of him."

Ryuunosuke just nodded, and approached her father, cracking her knuckles. "I don't expect you to come quietly. But I ain't letting you stick around and ruin my business!" She assumed a fighting stance, fists at the ready.

"You're still years away from being worthy to inherit the Hamachaya!" Mr. Fujinami sneered, sinking down into something like a White Crane stance. But being Mr. Fujinami, he probably didn't know jack about White Crane Kung Fu.

Ryuunosuke darted forward, punching at Mr. Fujinami, but he could dodge her blows effortlessly. She ducked forward, turning around into a sweep kick, only for him to leap over and try to deliver a diving kick at her head. She quickly twisted away from, rolling across the floor.

Mr. Fujinami leaped at Ryuunosuke, fist pulled back, but she was ready. She ducked beneath her father's punch, and surged forward, delivering an uppercut to his jaw. The feel of her knuckles hitting bone was so incredibly satisfying that Ryuunosuke almost forgot why she was fighting him in the first place. It was the moment where the thrill of the fight overtook everything.

Mr. Fujinami slammed onto his back hard on the pavement. But before Ryuunosuke could turn away, he rolled himself around, raising himself to his feet once more. "That was a good punch, Ryuunosuke... You're proving yourself to be a strong man, worthy of the Hamachaya..."

"I keep telling you," Ryuunosuke said angrily, "I'm a girl! I'll always be a girl! And I'm not going to go along with your stupid little games anymore!" She stepped forward, fists clenching. "I can live for myself, now! No-one else, especially not you!"

Mr. Fujinami turned to give Ryuunosuke a sick smile. "You say that, but who prepared that onigiri you've been keeping in the cart all that time, so you wouldn't go hungry?" He pointed over at the cart.

Something about his words gripped Ryuunosuke, however. For most people, having your lunch made for you would be something nice and appreciable. But Ryuunosuke knew that her father wouldn't just make onigiri and leave it in the cart. Especially not if he didn't know that she was planning on borrowing the cart before she did it.

Ryuunosuke turned to look at the cart, and saw Oyuki collapsed on top, a half-eaten onigiri held limply in her hands. Her eyes widened in horror as clouds of steam started to seep out from under her kimono. "Oyuki-san?!" Her face seemed to have gone bright red, and drenched with water. And her hair, which looked almost solid before, now draped limply over her face, the ponytail almost completely loose.

Ryuunosuke turned back towards her father, but it was already too late: his fist smashed into her face as soon as she turned around, sending her slamming against the cart, knocking the onigiri out of Oyuki's fingers to land in her lap.

"Pathetic!" Mr. Fujinami grinned as he stood over Ryuunosuke. "I thought that my special Ghost Pepper Onigiri would have taught you a lesson directly." He looked over at Oyuki, gasping for air. "But it sure seems to have taught her just fine!"

Ryuunosuke looked down at the broken onigiri, revealing a strange dark red substance that definitely didn't look like salmon or cod roe to her. Almost immediately, the rage rose up within her, and all she could think of was teaching the old man a lesson.

Mr. Fujinami grabbed the side of the cart, only for Oyuki to grab his arms. He could only smirk as Oyuki rose up to glare at him, even though her grip felt so strangely hot, like she had put her hands in scalding hot water.

"I told you that I'm not going to tolerate you trying to ruin our business!" Oyuki said, her voice hoarse and deep. "You're going to regret crossing me like this!"

Mr. Fujinami cackled as he glared down at Oyuki. "Really? And what do you, pray tell, plan to do to me? You definitely don't look too good right now!"

Oyuki just scowled, and raised her hands up in front of Mr. Fujinami's face. And before he could even react, two wide jets of hot steam suddenly shot out from her palms, scalding his face.

Ryuunosuke could only watch as her father staggered backwards screaming and clutching at his face. He stumbled to the floor, rolling around, his face red raw. Nothing serious, but probably would need some medical attention.

Oyuki leaned heavily on the cart for balance, her eyes glassy. "It's such a hot day, isn't it...?" She gave Ryuunosuke a demure smile, even as her hair fell about her face as an utter mess.

Ryuunosuke quickly got to her feet as Oyuki slumped against the cart, grabbing her body. She flinched back as she felt near-burning heat on her palms, forcing her to grab her by the folds of her kimono. Panic gripped her tightly as she held on to her limp body, and she looked around, desperate to find help.

It must have either been sheer coincidence, or perhaps just fate, that Lum happened to be floating down the street towards the cart just as Ryuunosuke was at her most desperate hour. "Ryuunosuke! What's going on..." Then she noticed Oyuki's limp body, and swooped down to the cart. "Is that Oyuki?! What's she doing here?!"

"Lum!" Ryuunosuke circled around the cart towards the oni girl. "Oyuki and me were running this shaved ice stand, but my old man had hidden some Ghost Pepper Onigiri and she ate them and now she's dying and I dunno what to do and..." She started to hyperventilate, tears streaming from her face.

Lum quickly cracked Ryuunosuke hard on the head with a small wooden hammer. "Calm down, Ryuunosuke! Oyuki's not dying, she's just really overheated!" She looked over at Oyuki, a worried expression on her face. "Although if we leave her like this she's definitely not going to have a good time. An overheating Neptunian is gonna be really dangerous, for themselves and others…” She gave Ryuunosuke a grave look. “We gotta cool her down, quick!"

Ryuunosuke clutched at her throbbing head as Lum called her saucer over. Before she could even look up, the large shadow of Lum's saucer hung over their heads. Lum raised her arm up and snapped her fingers, and suddenly the three of them were bathed in a beam of light. Ryuunosuke found herself and Oyuki being gently lifted them up into the saucer.

Ryuunosuke found herself carrying Oyuki in her arms as Lum started filling a bath with cold water. She could only gaze down at the princess, her eyes shut tightly, her face flushed and hair loose. She could feel her heart ache as she gazed down. She was careless and she hurt somebody who didn't deserve it through the carelessness.

Lum quickly floated back over to Ryuunosuke. "The bath is ready! Help me get this kimono off and get her inside!" She tugged at Ryuunosuke, helping lead her into the bathroom.

But Ryuunosuke stared at Lum, eyes wide. "Get the kimono off?"

"Well, yeah!" Lum replied. "What you want to just dunk her in here fully clothed?! That's just gonna make an even bigger mess!"

Before Ryuunosuke could stop her, Lum had already pulled loose Oyuki's obi, unravelling it from her body. Ryuunosuke swallowed hard as the silk pooled around her feet, leaving just the kimono to cling limply to Oyuki's body. Ryuunosuke looked up at Lum once more, her face burning redder than ever.

Lum tilted her head at Ryuunosuke. "Are you alright, Ryuunosuke? You're looking pretty flushed right now."

Ryuunosuke shook her head violently. "It's okay! It's gonna be okay!" She could hear her voice cracking as she spoke. She shut her eyes and tugged the kimono from Oyuki's body, her skin feeling burning hot. Ryuunosuke winced at the heat before quickly lowering Oyuki into the cold bath, only stopping to make sure that she didn't hit her head on the edge.

"Careful, Ryuunosuke..." Lum said as she bent over the bath. "Keep her upright so she won't drown."

Ryuunosuke opened her eyes nervously. Oyuki lay inside the tub, her body still steaming, even as she lay in ice cold water. But her face was calm once more, almost at peace. Ryuunosuke sighed in relief, even as she kept her eyes firmly on the girl's face, not even daring to move lower.

Lum quickly stood up. "Looks like she'll be okay... I better get to the pilot's seat and bring this saucer round somewhere safer... Not to mention pick up that stupid cart." Before Ryuunosuke could say anything, Lum was already out of the bathroom, leaving her alone with Oyuki. Ryuunosuke glared at the door shutting behind Lum, before kneeling next to the bath.

How did Ryuunosuke get into this stupid situation? All she wanted to do was have a business of her own, one that wouldn't be ruined by her father, or any of the other weirdness that happened in Tomobiki. And now she was stuck watching over one of Lum's friends who her father nearly damn killed with his stupid pranks...

"Is she gone already?" Oyuki said quietly from beside Ryuunosuke. "I would have expected more of a fuss from Lum-chan..."

Ryuunosuke jerked her head up, and looked over at Oyuki, stretching languidly in her bath, which was steaming even more. "Y-you're awake! You're okay?" She sat there, her body rigid. She felt happy, but also nervous, being close to such a pretty woman without her clothes on.

"Of course I am..." Oyuki said softly, smiling at Ryuunosuke. "I'm deeply grateful for you and Lum-chan rescuing me. I could have never expected such gallantry from most of my other friends..."

Ryuunosuke flushed deeply, down to the roots. "It was nothing, okay?" She turned her face away, wanting to look somewhere else than anywhere in Oyuki's proximity. "I didn't want you to die out there, especially because of me!"

"My, such a modest girl you are," Oyuki giggled softly. "I hope you don't blame yourself for what happened to me. I knew as much about that onigiri as you did, after all." She moved closer to Ryuunosuke, leaning over the side of the tub, and Ryuunosuke swallowed hard, keeping her gaze away. "You're a shy one, aren't you? So much different from the impetuous youth that Lum and Benten speak of so much..."

Ryuunosuke tried her best to keep her gaze averted, even as Oyuki came closer. She wasn't going to look at Oyuki, she wasn't, she wasn't, she would not even try... She was going to ignore how her heart was hammering, the beat felt all over her body, as well as how close and breathy Oyuki's voice was becoming...

"It's quite alright, Ryuunosuke." Oyuki said quietly. "I understand if you don't want to seduce me, or be seduced. But you're welcome to ogle me at the very least, if you wish."

The heat of Ryuunosuke's blood spiked up, and she turned to glare at Oyuki. "Who the hell do you take me for?! A sleazy piece of trash like Moroboshi?! Huh?" But the glare melted in the matter of minutes it took for Ryuunosuke to take in Oyuki, leaning in close to her, her pale body so close that she could just touch...

Ryuunosuke swallowed hard once more. "What... Why are you so close to me...?"

Oyuki only smiled at Ryuunosuke. “Because I want to be, Ryuunosuke-kun. And I think you want me to be close to you, too.”

Ryuunosuke couldn’t argue with that. She slowly turned around to face Oyuki once more. “You really think so?”

Oyuki’s only response was to wrap her arms around Ryuunosuke’s shoulders, and draw her in for a loving kiss. When she pulled away, Ryuunosuke’s face was completely pink, which made Oyuki smile. “Care to join me for a bath? I think it should be just about hot enough now.”

Ryuunosuke blinked. “Hot enough?” She looked down at the water curiously, then stuck her hand in. She yelped and pulled her hand away. “It’s hot! But it was ice cold just a moment ago!”

Oyuki just smiled. “Well, all the excess heat from those onigiri had to go somewhere, didn’t they?” Then her eyes turned languid. “Well, aren’t you going to take a bath with me, or not?”

Ryuunosuke hesitated for a moment, but quickly stripped off. She got into the bath next to Oyuki, slowly easing into the hot water. As she did so, Oyuki settled in against her, an arm around her shoulders.

“Do you feel better now?” Oyuki asked, running her fingers through Ryuunosuke’s hair.

“Yeah…” Ryuunosuke replied, blushing deeply.

“Good.” Oyuki smiled, and leaned in to kiss Ryuunosuke’s lips again.

When Lum returned to the bathroom, she was surprised to see Ryuunosuke and Oyuki sharing the tub, curled around each other in a close embrace. Lum just sighed, and grabbed the bundle of clothes on the floor. “I’ll just go and wash these,” she sighed, hefting them up in her arms.

“Hey, Lum?” Ryuunosuke asked nervously. “Is the cart okay?”

Lum smiled nervously. “Of course, Ryuunosuke. If it wasn’t, Oyuki would probably kill me…” She quickly left the bathroom with the bundle of clothes, trying to ignore the very intense stare Oyuki was giving her.

#femslashfeb2018 #Urusei Yatsura #Ryuunosuke Fujinami #Oyuki (UY)#Lum Invader #Mr. Fujinami #RyuuOyu #my stuff #my fanfiction

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{❅}-- Sheesh, those guys are such rookies. Then again, they are their less experienced thugs, and everybody has been a rookie at some time.

And then again, Oyuki knew they could do what they were tasked to do.

Sure, she clued them in on some vital details-- No documents, no identifications.

“Aiight my dudes. Big Boss wants t’ go fishin’. BUT! He’s not lookin’ fer any ordinary fish, oh no. Big Boss wants one specific fish, tha’ as far as we know can be a pretty big fish, we’re just not quite sure yet HOW big, and that’s what we’re tryin’ t’ find out. So, we’re gon’ pretend t’ be som’ good bait in th’ water ‘n’ hope this specific fish bites it.”

She tells her men, at least 99% of them considerably taller than her at her whooping height of 5′ 3′’, yet it was clear as day how they all regarded the 2nd in-command with respect.

She seemed to be leaned against a metallic wall facing her thugs where some were sitting on makeshift metal benches at the sides and others were standing, all paying attention to their short boss. The metallic room they were at seemed to shake a lot, as if it was in movement.

“So here’s th’ deal. If th’ hero shows up, I want ya t’ get as many recordings’ of ‘em as possible, on everythin’. Their face, how they fight, how they sound, everythin’ they say. That’s why ye were given th’ recordin’ devices from Big Boss’ caliber.”

They have to pause and recompose themselves for a second due to a harsher bump of their vehicle, to which someone from a small window next to Oyuki apologized for. “Sorry srg! The road’s got quite some holes here!” The man sounded a bit tense, but Oyuki seemed fine. “’s ‘kay, Ricky. Jus’ be careful and keep drivin’. Yer jus’ lucky as fuck ‘m not th’ one drivin’.” Because road rage sure is a thing. “Ya’ve got th’ address, right, Ricky?”

“Of course, srg. we’re supposed to set the ‘bait’ at that district’s local bakery, right?”

The woman softly clapped her hands together, looking rather pleased at how her subordinate was spot-on. “Payin’ attention t’ th’ road AND payin’ attention t’ work. We need more drivers like these.” Sure, she did feel she was easing it up too much with such an inexperienced crew, but it wasn’t supposed to be super professional. They weren’t supposed to make their affiliations too obvious, but to at least give the hero the benefit of doubt. “Yeah, that’s right! Anyway, we won’t drive all th’ way there. Better keep th’ truck not too close t’ th’ site, y’know. So yer gonna hitch whatever vehicle ‘n’ go th’ rest of th’ way. Also, when we finally retreat, ye guys are gon’ hitch another o’ th’ nearest vehicle there fer flight, before meetin’ with me ‘n’ Ricky back in th’ truck.”

“Aye!!” The thugs answered in a small chorus. And as if on cue, the truck seemed to lose speed, as they were slowly stopping. Oyuki hummed.

“Well, looks like we’re already gettin’ t’ our pit-stop. Ya guys know what t’ do.”

Oyuki knows how to do her work... despite not having the same professional posture Alistair did.. So, how did she spend the time in the truck waiting for a signal of her men either on her discardable phone or on her laptop? Why, playing cards with Ricky, of course! Can’t expect someone to keep a dead stare at their laptop screen all the freaking time. Besides, it helped keep Ricky from getting anxious over their mission-- and a nervous thug can endanger the mission.

Doesn’t mean they weren’t alert, though.

As soon as Oyuki’s phone got a beep with a text from her other thug, she was up reading it and prompting Ricky to get ready and turn the truck on.

“But srg Oyuki... what if they didn’t get good pictures of the target?” The ice lady seemed to almost hiss at the question, answering in a tone slightly quieter than the usual for her. “... then Big Boss’ gon’ be very fuckin’ disappointed. Ya don’t wanna disappoint Big Boss, do ya? ‘M pretty sure they don’t wanna, either. Hence why I’m gon’ check the recordings before handin’ ‘em over.”

Knowing Alistair, he’ll probably blame Oyuki’s crew rather than blame her, but the thought of disappointing her boss still stung her on the inside regardless. She was an asshole, but she was a loyal asshole.

“... stay alert, Ricky. They should be back soon.”

“Yes srg.”

So lo and behold. A stolen car pulling in with her crew slightly crowded inside. They didn’t even properly park or stop it, letting it go a few more feet ahead with its doors spread open as they dashed back inside the truck, which sprints off as soon as they’re all in and get rid of their phones for good measure (After resetting and formatting them THEN destroying them) and the truck’s doors are closed..

Boy, this hero sure did a number on them. “... holy shit guys. Y’all look like train wreck.”

After collecting the recording devices from them, Oyuki actually did spent some of the ride trying to tend to her injured thugs. She was no medic and could only do so much, but she could easily provide the ice for them to press on the bumps and swollen injuries. Heck, she was concerned that one of them had actually broken something, to which Oyuki froze the suspected limb over the man’s cloth to work like an improvised (And very chilly) cast until they could get a real one.

“Ya guys sure won’t be workin’ fer a while...” She says, having all the recorded footages collected from them and put together into a small suitcase for practicality. “Let’s see what ya punks got ‘ere...” She hums softly as she has the suitcase open on her lap while she sat on a vacant seat, her slightly ice-treated crew watching her clearly with anticipation and anxiety. Oyuki might be alright to deal with if their gatherings aren’t up to standard, but Alistair sure wouldn’t be happy if that wasn’t the case.

However, each time Oyuki checked one piece of footage, the larger her grin went. Aw yeah, she sure was very pleased with the result. And she was positive her boss would as well. Unlike the other smaller footage of this hero, these ones got them very close-up, high definition capturing very well their face and voice, and how strong they were. “It sure is quite a tough cookie. Fuck, these tighs could kill a man.” And the hero even threw in more than they expected to get from this one mission: Their full name. “And I was feelin’ like i was th’ one easin’ up ‘ere.”

She tore her attention away from the recording devices and closed the suitcase upon hearing the now meek voice of one of her injured crew, one of the rookiest, almost kind of naive to this world. “Srg Oyuki... do you believe sir Alistair will be satisfied with this footage?” She could hear the guy’s insecurity going along with their voice, which she understood. Nobody wants to displease Alistair, that’s for sure. Oyuki only grinned again.

“Dude, I bet he’ll love this shit. Tough cookie even threw in ‘er full name into th’ recordin’! Do ya imagine how easier things are gon’ be by knowin’ ‘er name? Rest easy punks, y’all did a pretty fuckin’ good job fer a bunch’a rookies. Real proud of ya. Though ya sure gon’ need at least som’ short term vacation t’ recover from yer wreckage. But hey, ya deserve it. So go home, get plenty of rest, ‘n’ com’ back when yer better.” It’s not a very usual way a high-rank was with their pawns, but that was why Alistair and Oyuki’s men respected her so much without her having to impose intimidation or threat (Though they were still intimidated by what she could do, having ceased to be human years ago.) despite being notably shorter and fairly younger than majority of them. That’s how she kept her people loyal, which was an important feat.

“Heh, wait till I put this good shit on Deve’s hands t’ deliver Big Boss.” She almost chants in satisfaction, referring to the suitcase with the footage.

#thcvillain #almosthero #v; a cold villain with a slightly warmer heart;; super hero verse #drabble #read more #just a small side-drabble showing how oyuki treats her thugs as their boss

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