Fan Fiction ❯ Powerpuff Maximum EX. ❯ Chapter 23

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

It took three days to get here, three loong days with little sleep and food but she made it to Shanghai. And now as she stood there looking over her new partner she wished she would have stayed where she was.

"Are you Mitch?" She asked as she approached the young brown hair boy, she can see the kessha kitsune through the "illusion". Her feline self growled while her human self repressed it, she'll tell off this thing when the mission is over with. All that matters is getting the job done.

"Yes I am," Mitch said as he bowed, he raised a brow when the blond didn't bother to move one back muscle but didn't say anything about it. "Well, let's start on getting this mission started on track," Mitch waved towards another train that was waiting for a lot of people. On the train there was a private car for members of the Crisis Organization, it was well used by many but at the moment it was reserved for them.

"There's a Vietnamese base that the experts say is on the boarder of the China," Mitch said as he open the door to the private. He walked in while Ashley did a double take, when she thought about the higher rank members she thought they ride in luxury, or at least something better than a ratty old padded chair. "Excuse the smell," Mitch said as he picked up the chair and placed it down for Ashley, trying to be a gentlemen but than continue with the briefing. "There is a base there controlled by a Black Mafia gangbanger called Boss Cobra, there a person is under his protection named Sarah Bellum."

"How do I know what they look like?" Ashley asked, she expected photos and/or blueprints of the base.

"Well, Bellum is a red haired crack head and I'm told that Boss Cobra is looks like a girl."

"And what about the base?" Ashley asked.

"Uh, it's about forty miles away from our stop in a jungle environment with a lot of robotic soldiers patrolling the area."

"And?"

"And?"

"This is it?" Ashley shook her head as she sat down, "the only difference between my last mission and this is a payed transport to and from the place and a partner."

"And a free room," Mitch added in jokingly, but he knew that this cat lady had something against him.

"Wow, a free room. So much different being high in the offices isn't it>"

"Okay," Mitch said as he sat crossed legged before her. "I was once like you, and I have dealt with people like you that think it's all Q gadgets and queen support all the way but let me tell you that the Crisis Organization can't just flute money out the ass for every member that comes through the door, even a middle ranking guy like me has to do with out. This is a organization that is preventing the complete destruction of the planet through means of destruction of other syndicates and organizations that want to and/or threaten everything, even if it means letting a few low members starve; it's a life they choose to live."

"Man," Ashley gave a bewilder look, she often heard this speech from very one she met in the organization but it doesn't really sink in. "You guys are pretty serious."

"Saving lives requires a somber tone," Mitch said seriously and coldly. "And a stone exterior on missions."

"I guess you can feel the hate in this room," Ashley said slightly annoyed.

"No offense, but you're just another partner." Mitch stood up, "while on the field I'll watch your back and save your ass once this is done..." He turn around and stared out the window, "we part ways."

"That's alright," Ashley said. "I don't like people and I hate Kessha-," she stopped herself from finishing the sentence.

"Kessha Kitsune," Mitch finished for her.

"There's got to be something for me to do," Sarah Bellum said. She was sober in the morning for once and it was boring her out of her mind, despite getting dressed in a business suit and sharp fingered gloves with black nylon stockings. Her deputy was resting somewhere in the base, maybe with Boss Cobra but she didn't want that image in her head.

One of the human soldiers was sent to see if anyone was hunting her down, while it maybe bad for the Black Mafia to be found by anyone but she was getting bored and annoyed. That soldier informed her that a red headed Kessha Kitsune had appeared in Japan, this was kind of lost on her and asked the soldier to tell her what he meant.

"A Kessha Kitsune is a being that is infused with a spirit of a fox fairy with greater power, it's like the difference between a house cat and a wild lion."

"Huh," Sarah Bellum said.

"It's a person with black fox ears and lots of spells and power backing them."

Fox ears and red hair? Could it be? Ms. Bellum thought.

"How soon can I leave to find this Kitchen Cashin?"

With a sigh the soldier answered, "in four hours."

"Great, I want to pay a personal visit to this Ginsu Carmal."

"I'll go and set everything up," the soldier said.

The soldier walked away and headed for Boss Cobra's office where he found both the deputy laying in Boss Cobra's bed asleep and said Cobra naked stretching, which wasn't as disturbing as the normal clothes he wore.

"Sir," the soldier said. "Ms. Bellum wants to leave for Japan."

"Go ahead and throw her into the cannon and fire her over the pond."

"I'm serious."

"I was kind of too."

"I'll see what I can do."



Ashley laid on the floor, it was taking longer than thought and it would be a overnight train ride. There was something wrong with her and there was a small amount of extra energy going through her, she was sweaty and shivery.

Mitch was staring out the glass window watching the scenery go by, he sneered as he recognized the smell in the air. A few female partners that was like Ashley that went through this. He may often enjoy it some times on personal level but he never really called back any of them, and luckily each time a condom was near by.

"Don't even say a thing," Ashley snapped.

"You cats and your heats drive me insane, almost as bad as a period, worse even."

"You talk like you have a few before," Ashley said before crewing her thumb lightly.

"We'll be at the stop over in fourteen hours, do what you have to 'til then," Mitch said in such a cold tone.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Even if I didn't want to touch you I'm... And you won't even look... Damn it! That's hormones talking, brat," Ashley snapped.

"I said it before," Mitch said. "You're just another nameless, faceless partner, you don't matter much except I have to save your ass and you the same; before and after the mission I don't give a damn."

"You talk like a high rank member," Ashley snapped. She loosen her blouse, she hated this about her cat genes.

"You gain it through experience, and don't you have a way to settle down your kitty hormones?"

"I sort of do, but I didn't plan this and forgot the proper 'tools'."

"Whatever..."

Mitch eyed the scenery, there was way too many scares in the past for him. He walked out of the car, Ashley sat there crossing her legs feeling very embarrassed at her unprofessional actions. This never happens during a mission, that's because the action and the fear/excitement usually balance those heat hormones. Minutes later Mitch came back and placed a long yet narrow unmarked white box, he gave a quick glance and left the room.

She reached over to grab the box, upon opening it she pulled out the long narrow bullet shaped device. Standing up she undid her pants, her panties were soaked to the core but not paying attention to that fact she hooked a thumb into the waist line to pull them down a little to expose her open vagina. The device press at the entrance than pressed inward, she shivered while repressing a moan.

Slowly turning the knob at the end it buzzed to life, she pulled out the device than in. Moving at a slow speed at first that picking up the pace, her body shiver as excitement built up more and more in her loins.

Sweat covered her body while liquid spill out of her pussy, more and more came while her body was reach a state of bliss. She silently moaned as the final wave of liquid came out, she took in deep breaths afterwards while calming down. She place the device back into the back than slipped her pants up.



Blossom sold everything except the house, and her duel pistols (which were kept in a bank storage vault for safe keeping). She used the money to get a plane ticket and buy (under a false name and age) a house near the kyushu area,in a small town on one of the many islands of Japan. The village is small and simple with a laid back and open feeling, it was founded during the Meiji era (1868 - 1912) when a ship of sailors and ship makers from Sweden (with the help from the Netherlands) came to Japan and sort of mingled with many of the people of the island. While the main land Japanese (mainly those ultra conservative groups against the western movement) looked down on most of the relations between foreigners and the islanders, who were already being looked down on for their belief of a strange kami (god) that the locals keep secret to this day.

Blossom was kind of felt a little welcome to the small island, after all many of the islanders ancestors were foreigners. But there was something a little off about this place, but Blossom payed no heed to that suspicion; she wanted to focus on two things from now on, rebuild her life in a new country and find Mitch. Which both is going to take time, something she has a lot of now.

In her small, one bed room, one bath house near the beach all she has is a futon, a hot plate, a tv and a dorm fridge.

She looked out the narrow window towards the beach wondering what should she do first, begin her search or begin to integrate herself into her new surroundings. Since the former might take years and years with possibility of little or no results, she decided on the latter for the time being.

Taking a jacket and a bucket hat - to hide her ears - and her fake ID she went down through main street where there were a few sailors coming home from a day worth of working the seas. She nodded as she passed a few and went down to the ferry port and bought herself a pass, on the main lands she took the train station to Nagasaki and then from there she took line 1 to Nagasaki no Shinchinmachi (Chinatown of Nagasaki,) along the way she thought about this idea of a new life.

Her sister left Townsville, her other sister is dead and everyone she knew is ether dead or gone off to somewhere in the world. Was going to a very expensive country with nothing much except for a ton of money, a lie and a few clothes. Well there wasn't anything left in Townsville and Mitch did say he was in Asia, there wasn't much left in her life.

She looked towards the dying sun that was giving off what little light over the tall buildings, this place was amazing in it's own right. She was probably so use to the crime from Townsville because she didn't payed no attention to the four men slowly following her, normally something like this would mean that it would be a free-for-all battle royal mugging and the person leaving gets the money.

As one could figure Blossom always won.

She turn off down an alleyway between a Kappuruzu Hoteru (Couple's hotel) and a pachinko parlor and the men followed. She sized each of them up while preparing herself, from left to right she made mental notes of each person's psychical states: One was about her height, with a hood shadowing his face completely. Two was a big fellow, a mountain of muscle with shades and a Chinese shirt. Three was a cop, or at least pretending to be a cop, with a narrow, rat like face and the fourth guy was a plump faced stocky man with a pushed in nose and dressed with an ugly yellow jacket and a baseball cap with Shinjuku Tigers written on it.

Blossom placed her hands on her hips while she lean her head back, it was the big man to step forward first. No surprise there, he cracked his knuckles as he sized up Blossom.

Blossom wasn't going to use her full potential, she was going to injure the big guy with a quick, rib shattering punch and watch the others run away. But it cost her, luckily it was her hat and exposure of her fox ears. Angered she used her full potential and threw it all into one punch, one punch that failed to come in contact with the man's face.

What happened was a direct kick to Blossom's sternum (center chest area) that sent her flying to the other end of the alleyway, that's where she laid glaring at the four men. She knew she was in trouble, in her youth she made near useless plans to fight monsters and in her adult hood she used her brutal rage and her power. She forgot to learn a little martial arts along the way, in truth she never really thought she need it when she tore through the criminals of Townsville; she knew she had dulled around the edge a lot if she thought pure instinct and murderous strength was going to win every fight.

Without a word the man turn around and left, the others linger for a second than went off on their own. Leaving a secretly glad Blossom behind to lick her wounds, she was going to need a lot of help and soon. She wobbled over to where her hat had fell and fallen down trying to get it, picking herself and the hat up she noticed there was someone at the end of the alleyway.

"Hey," the pink hair boy shouted. "Kessha Kitsune."



She feared the man, despite the spells, ninjitsu knowledge and the dark powers she was still afraid of this towering being before her. This man that she was "loyal" to, she was only doing this for the thanks for the gift of life.

She would drive the sharp dagger into the old man's chest in moments if he wasn't so powerful, to teach him to slap her for saying "vater" in a respectful way.

Her looked over the tall, black hills that surround castle Sieg; the king she took her last name from. This was the land of her language, she learn this after emerging from her "mother" in her new body and mind.

She almost laughed when she could only speak German, but with some "persuasion" from Ms. Bellum she learn English and Japanese.

There wasn't much else for Usagiko Sieg to regret over, she had a interesting life and death and rebirth.

Now she awaits another death, maybe she might anger Mr. Morebucks accidentally and he will take it for her. She is too scared to lose her life to commit suicide anyway and she tried to quite around her master.

She walk down the long and cold stone hall letting her mind write off all the things she hates about Mr. Morebucks, so she wouldn't let it slip out later on.

One fact was Mr. Morebucks fancy himself as a being called a Kessha Kitsune, while he may have dark magic and power he isn't a Kessha Kitsune. Another thing was that the man maybe running a very powerful crime organization, he is running it into the ground.

The most irritating is her uniform, she hated squeezing into this tight ninja outfit with the padding in front. Lots of padding.

On missions she would simple remove the dumb things, but before her master she would stand there while the old freak would undress her and fantasize about her.

She open the door that lead to her master's room.



"Mitch," the woman said as she kneel down. "Here, your father and I have this present for you," the woman held something before him but it blurred. But within moments a little detail appeared as the dream like blur disappeared, it was a reiken hilt but not like his. There was something different.

"Mommy," he said, it was one of the few things he can properly say for his age. "What is this?"

"It's important," she said. "Very important, please keep it secret from him."

"Mommy? Who?"

"Akumaru," the woman said.

"Akumaru?" Mitch mummbled as he felt himself being shook awoke, next to him Ashley was kneeling down. "What is going on?"

"We're at the boarder, you fell asleep next to the door," Ashley said. "Thanks."

Mitch blushed, he pushed himself off the floor using the wall for support.

"I don't know for what, Ashley?" Mitch lied, "let's go take down the Black Mafia."