Fan Fiction ❯ Blade of the Slayer: Three Warriors ❯ The Kaguya Woman ( Chapter 9 )

Blade of the Slayer

Chapter 9: The Kaguya Woman

"Until we find an actual use for these resumes," Tokyo announced, "you've only managed to waste paper and ink." He set aside the stack of Japanese resumes we printed off the internet. I picked them back up and flipped through them in disagreement.

"Which is the most recent one?" I asked, looking blankly at the Japanese script. Tokyo plucked out a sheet and slid it out of the pile. I got a paper cut on my finger when he did that.

"This one." Tokyo pointed out. "She was applying for a video game graphics design company called Banpresto. She wrote the resume one month before she was last seen."

"Now she's at Squaresoft U.S.A. What kind of company is that?"

"Oh, you don't know?" he smiled. "That's the company that makes Final Fantasy games."

"Cool!" My eyes lit up upon hearing that. "I look foreword to meeting her."

"She can't wait to meet you." Tokyo informed, putting the resume back into the stack in my hands.

"Did she say anything about the third android?" I wondered, putting the stack away in a folder.

"His name is London Kid Series 3." Tokyo nodded. "He's not in the United States, he's in Ireland, and has disposed of all the dragonoids on the British isles. Kaguya said he was heading for the Middle East, but she had recently talked him out of it."

"London Kid…" I tried the name out for myself. "Who built him? Did she say?"

"I forgot to ask. She'll tell us when she gets here."

" 'Gets here?' "

"She's taking the next flight to Portland as we speak. She'll arrive in a couple of days. How do you think she's going to meet you?"

Whoa! Cool! Kaguya was coming to the U.S? Just to meet me?!

***

I spent the next day cruising around town on Juunanogou. I did some small grocery shopping and refueled Juu-kun's gas tank at the station, but that was about it. It bugged the hell out of my bike.

"This sucks!" he spat in red letters.

"What sucks?"

"This town. I hate going slow."

"It's the law, Juu-kun."

"The law sucks, then."

I shrugged.

"Well, I don't know what to tell ya." I sighed, turning a corner off the main street. "Hey, did you want the radio on?"

"What station?"

"Know any rock and roll stations?"

"768.2, The Punk."

"The punk it is." A couple of beeps later, and I was tapping my hands to loud drums and electric guitars that buzzed like chainsaws. My kinda music. I came to a stop at a red light, right across from a car dealership. I glanced at the newest Volkswagen beetles parked on the lot in small want. There were also some sleek Kawasaki motorcycles on sale. They were displayed on the lawn in front of the dealership. Juu-kun took immediate notice.

"Whoo-whoo! Hellooooooooooo nurse! What a babe!" he howled in pink letters. It took me a while to figure out what he meant, and when I did find out, I laughed.

"Which one?" I asked, looking over the bikes.

"The first one to the right." Then he added in pink, lovesick letters: "Hubba hubba!"

"Well, since you've had a rotten day, how about I let you check out some of the girls?"

"YES! THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU, CLARA!!!"

As soon as the light turned green, I pulled up by the front of the dealership, and slowed Juu-kun to a creep as we both took a long look at the bikes. I thought some of them were nice, and that I might buy one for myself. If Juu-kun had a mouth, however, he would have been drooling.

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh baby. Ooooh, baby! Lookit all these sexy chicks!"

"Sexier than me?" I dared angrily.

"Oh, no, no, no!" Juu-kun defended in yellow letters. I guess I scared him. "Well... uh... **gulp**"

"What?"

"Nuthin. Whoa, hey! Stop here!" I parked the bike by the sidewalk. "Wow. She's gorgeous."

"Which one?"

"Second to the last one."

I looked.

"Yep. She's a sleek one."

"I'm in love!" he proudly announced in pink letters, and a smiley face with hearts for eyes.

"Don't get too attached." I warned. "We can't afford a Kawasaki."

He made a worried smiley face.

"Sorry, Juu-kun."

He made a crying smiley face.

"C'mon, let's go home." I prompted, taking Juu-kun off park, and continued down the road.

"As I was saying," he mumbled in red letters, "this sucks."

***

"Have you met the third android?" I asked Tokyo in the garage as I sprayed down the pick-up truck with a garden hose. It was Ayla's turn to wash the car, and I decided to help. She was scrubbing the hood with a soapy car sponge while I rinsed the soap and mud off of the left door with the hose. Tokyo sat at the worktable, decorating his ninja stars with an artist paintbrush.

"Can't say I've actually met him." Tokyo replied as he peered at his work. "Kaguya let me talk to him on the phone once. He was using his Scottish accent at the time."

" 'Using at the time?' " Ayla wondered as she dropped the sponge into a bucket of soapy water. "You mean it's not his real accent?"

"That's right." Tokyo nodded. "He has every accent in Europe, and he speaks a little Japanese. I've been told that he also had an American accent, but I haven't…"

"What's he like?" I interrupted. Tokyo frowned at me in disapproval before he answered.

"I don't like him." He said flatly.

"You don't like anything." I retorted in disgust as I shut the hose off. "Be specific."

"He's more obnoxious than your bike."

"No one's more obnoxious than Juu-kun." I smirked with my hands on my hips. "You should have seen him today, he…" Suddenly, Juu-kun's alarms went off, so I dropped the hose and walked to him to see what was bugging him.

"You're getting a good grasp on the Japanese culture, Paris." Tokyo congratulated.

"Clara, damn you." I corrected harshly as I walked up to Juunanogou.

"Y'know," Tokyo brought up causally, "you should give Juu-kun a voice so that you don't have to look at that screen all the time."

"Damn you to hell, you Asian asshole! I am not obnoxious! ... Whatever that means!"

"No way." I grinned at Tokyo's suggestion. "If you heard him right now, you'd slice him to pieces and I'll have to get a new bike, and bikes cost a lot of money." He didn't respond, so I turned my attention to Juu-kun, patting his handlebars. "Hey, relax. When the third android comes here you'll get a new friend to joke around and be a pain in the butt with." Tokyo had to laugh.

"Did he take offence to my 'obnoxious' remark?" he wondered as he looked over a finished star.

"I'd like to shove one of those stars up his ass!"

"Hey Tokyo, are there any words for those ninja stars?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Shuriken." He answered, picking up a new one.

"Whatever it is, I'll shove it up his ass!"

"Just relax, okay?" I smiled and shook my head at my bike. "Stop making such a big deal out of it." I walked away from him as he quieted down, and back to the hose. "So, Tokyo, you said you were gonna teach me how to fight. When do you plan to do that?"

"When you're ready." He answered, dabbing his brush into the green.

"I'm ready when you are." I answered, picking up the hose nozzle.

"As soon as you're done with the car, and as soon as I'm done with this shuriken." He booked.

"Great." I nodded. "See ya out on the front lot!"

"Awww!" Ayla cooed from the other side of the truck. "You're taking the first steps to becoming lovers! How sweet!"

"What?!" Tokyo squeaked in horror. I froze, and I felt hot all over. I lashed out in confusion by pointing the nozzle at Ayla, and firing a stream of water at her.

"Why you little…!" I exclaimed as Ayla screamed and laughed in surprise. She raced around the truck towards me.

"Oh lighten up, Clara Tomoe!" she laughed, then dumped the bucket of soap water on my head. I glared at her through wet bangs, the resumed to open fire with the hose. I chased her outside where she grabbed a Super Soaker and shot back.

Tokyo ignored us completely.

***

Tokyo's training regimen wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. It wasn't all following his lead and learning his techniques. There was a whole routine to learn, kinda like a dance. Tokyo was very strict with it. If the angles of my arms or legs were off by one degree, he would whistle at me, indicating the mistake. If I forgot a certain move, he would take the empty shieth by his side and whack me with it like a baseball bat. He whistled and whacked often. Yes, it was painful. Very painful.

At one point, I was pushed too far. When I turned in the wrong direction in the routine, Tokyo came up behind me and slapped my butt with his shieth. I jumped a couple feet in the air with a yelp, and decided that enough was enough. I turned around sharply and punched Tokyo in the face. He took the blow and fell over backward, but he quickly recovered by landing on his hands and backflipping to his feet.

"Be thankful I'm not testing you, Paris." He sighed while frowning and shaking his head. "You'd've flunked."

"Why?" I demanded. "Cause I punched you in the mouth?!"

"No." Tokyo answered. "Because you failed to learn your first lesson."

"And that would be…"

"Patience. If you're going into battle, you can't lose your patience. You need to focus, even when you're getting slapped around." Then he whacked me in the shin with the shieth. I gave him a very ugly glare/sneer combination. He pointed to it. "You're doing it again."

"You can sure get on my nerves." I growled. He flashed me a very sly smirk.

"But you can't stay mad at me." He teased. "You have a crush on me." My ugly face got even uglier.

"You're more likely to die saying that than calling me Paris." I warned through my teeth.

"Why? Because it's true?"

"I do not have crush on you!" I screamed at him.

"Patience." Tokyo reminded. "Patience. I know you don't have a crush on me, but I'm playing on your weaknesses. You must learn to put some strength in your weaknesses, or they'll be the death of you." He smiled. "Now, let's move on."

***

Two grueling days later, we got in Magus's pick up truck, and drove to the airport. We didn't get too dressed up for it. Tokyo wore his ninja outfit ("It's not a ninja outfit." He corrected me once. "It's called a gi and it's for martial artists."), I had on my trench coat and white T-shirt but I borrowed Ayla's leather pants. Magus and Ayla ditched their capes, and were in basic city clothes that didn't really stand out. With our basically limited supplies, that was as dressed up as we could get.

Portland was only sixty miles away, so the drive wasn't very long. The airport was very crowded, however. Every time I took five steps, I was pushed or shoved or tripped or accidentally slapped in the face. Ayla was the only thing keeping me from going insane. She just took a hold of my shoulders and herded me along behind the old man and Tokyo.

"A lot of big city airports are like this." She comforted.

"Oh God…" I moaned. "Hey, old man, when will we know when Kaguya gets here?"

"She should be here already." Tokyo answered for Magus. "So keep your eyes open."

"Right." I nodded. We walked around until we got to a seating area of plastic chairs near Gate 60 from Orlando. Magus stopped for a moment, and walked up to a sitting woman in a short, red trench coat.

"Kakato!" he greeted, happily, "it's good to see you again." The woman stood up, and hugged him with a happy, light chuckle.

"McDuff, you're looking well. It is good to see you too." She broke away from the hug with a polite "excuse me" and headed for Tokyo. "Tokyo, there you are."

"Konnichuwa, Kaguya-san." He greeted her with a low bow. So, the woman was Kaguya. I stepped next to Tokyo to greet her.

"Kakato Yugashi, AKA Kaguya?" I asked. "I'm Clara, one of the androids."

"Ah yes," Kaguya nodded, shaking my hand, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you. Are you and Tokyo getting along?"

"I guess you could say that." I shrugged.

"They aren't too fond of each other," Ayla explained, "but they pretty much respect each other's existence." Kaguya didn't recognize Ayla, and made a strange face at her. My human friend extended a friendly hand. "Oh, sorry. I'm Ayla Stark. I'm Magus's great-niece."

"You look a little old for that title." Kaguya observed, shaking her hand.

"My parents married young."

"Ah. A pleasure to meet you, Ayla. It's a pleasure to meet both of you girls." Ayla and I smiled happily.

I liked this "Kaguya woman" as Ti'Ame put it.

***

Tokyo talked Kaguya into staying at the mansion with us. Two androids and four swords were a strong enough defense against any surprise attacks by the dragonoids. That was all it took to convince her to hop in the truck and come with us. On the way home, she showed off her sword: a beautiful five-foot long katana blade with a jade hilt in the shape of a snake-like Asian dragon. Its networth was over a million dollars in the United States because it was an actual katana used by a shogun in ancient Japan. Of course, Tokyo wasn't impressed, but I was hypnotized by the sword's beauty.

We gave her a room to sleep in on the second floor, next to Tokyo's room. Ayla gave her a tour of the abandoned house while the old man attended to some work in the den. Tokyo wandered down to the lab for no reason I could see, and I found myself in the garage touching up a few of Juunanogou's scratches with a stolen vile of Ayla's nail polish.

As soon as I finished the last scratch, Ayla and Kaguya walked in. I quickly hid the wasted vile in the toolbox as they walked over towards Juu-kun and me.

"Here he is." Ayla waved her hands over to my bike. Kaguya looked it over in admiration, then put a hand on a handlebar.

"Hello Juunanogou." She greeted sweetly.

"Hello pretty lady." Juu-kun greeted in pink letters.

"Pink." I frowned. "He's gotta crush on you."

"I fancy him too." She chuckled, stroking his leather seat.

"Whoa!" my bike panicked in yellow letters, "hey, don't go there! We just met!" That only made Kaguya laugh. Juu-kun made a worried smiley face in futile protest. Poor Juu-kun.

"Alright, I'm done here." I announced, walking away. "Tokyo and I are going outside." Juu-kun beeped something, and I stopped dead in my tracks. "Whad he say?" I demanded somebody over my shoulder.

"He said," Kaguya began to read, " 'To do what, make out?' " She didn't seem to mind the comment at all. I did. Ayla began to laugh at the comment as I turned on the ball of my foot, marched back to a laughing Juunanogou, kicked off his park lever, and pushed him over on his side.

"Aw, you're mean, Clara." Ayla laughed as she and Kaguya helped Juu-kun up.

"He deserved it." I snorted. "Nobody talks about Tokyo and me like that."

"I see." Kaguya nodded, setting Juu-kun back in park. "I should keep that in mind."

I smiled. I really liked Kaguya. Everyone liked Kaguya. I felt that we were going to be fast friends.

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Huh? Oh hi there! Clara Tomoe again! I thought the last two chapters of Blade of the Slayer were boring too…well, they were boring in my opinion. But, the next chapter will not be boring because there is going to be a lot of action, suspense, and dragonoids! Finally, more action was just what I needed! Be sure to check out the next chapter of

Blade of the Slayer!