Galaxy Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Causing Havoc ❯ K-9 delivery ( Chapter 1 )

Note: I do not own Galaxy Angel or any of it's characters. Not even a little.

 

When Lester came into Takuto's office with K-9, Takuto was fast asleep, a little drool on his paperwork. So when a blue robot dog was dropped on his desk with a loud crash as the desk fell apart, the chaos inside the room was heard all throughout the ship, even in the kitchen, where it caused Milfeulle's soufflé, a gift to Takuto, to collapse.

 

“Idiot” Lester scoffed, picking up a leg from the desk. He sighed. As if this robot mutt wasn't bad enough, he had to deal with Takuto crashing from his sugar high, evident by the almost empty box of cakes, most likely from the resident Angel pilot/chef herself. Takuto surveyed the damage like a child watching a giant monster movie.

 

“Wow” Takuto said, the shock evident in his tired voice. “I didn't know the desk was that bad.” Lester snorted. Sometimes Takuto could be so clueless. Like how he wasn't sure about Milfeulle's feelings toward him yet. “I'll get someone to clean this up later” Takuto declared with a grin, like he had just solved a complex problem. “So, why are you here? And what's with the dog?” asked Takuto, turning back to his friend. “You've been assigned to protect this newly constructed machine. It's was created from the Lost Technology we sent to Professor Luna, and since it is unknown what it's capabilities are, you are to watch over it while the research facility sets up a lab capable of carrying out the necessary experiments.”

 

Takuto examined it thoroughly, noting the odd shape of the chassis, and the lack of legs, though he assumed that the marks on the bottom were wheel openings, kept closed to protect the delicate machinery inside until it needed to move. “Is it some kind of toy? It looks like something out of a fairy tale or a children's story” Takuto said as he flipped it back right-side up. “No, it's memory banks are too complex for that. It seems like a data storage unit, possibly for research. But it's the ears that got me interested. It looks like they can pick up brain waves, so it might be used as a scanner, detecting intelligent life for study. Just don't turn it on, ok?” Takuto's hands immediately went back to his sides as he realized that was just what he had been about to do. “Why not?” Takuto asked. “You don't even want to know.” Lester said, walking away.

 

 

Ranpha was fuming as she walked down the hallway. Getting turned down was one thing. Getting turned down because she didn't have enough money was another. `How DARE he! That pompous BASTARD!' she thought as she made her way past the hanger towards the kitchen. `Still, he was kinda cute. And rich' She reached the doorway to find Milfeulle trying to save a soufflé that was too far gone. Something inside Ranpha clicked, and she felt like laughing evilly, but she would save that for later. “Oh Milfie-chan. “Could you help me with something?” Milfeulle looked up from her mixing bowl to see Ranpha, and she immediately smiled and said “Sure! What do you need?” Ranpha grinned from ear to ear. `This will be too easy' she thought to herself as she told Milfeulle her made up story about losing all her money to Takuto. “Can you win it all back?” Ranpha asked. Milfeulle was more than happy to help her friend, especially if she got to spend time with Takuto. She had been dreaming about him lately and sometimes (although she would never admit it) they were very perverted. Dreams aside though, she still just wanted to spend time with him.

 

“Takuto!” Milfeulle cried as she ran toward him down the hallway toward his sleeping quarters, noting instantly the strange blue box-like thing in his arms. “What is it?” she asked, poking it. “K-9. He's composed of some of that Lost Technology that we sent to the researcher on Transbaal.” “Professor Luna? She was really nice...” She sighed as she remembered how Takuto had been all over her. Even though she had shot him with an experimental hormone treatment, he should have showed some constraint. “So, how does he work?” she asked, changing the subject before Takuto could say something about the Professor. “Well, based on what Lester told me, it's this switch here that turns him on. But Lester said not to.” “Why?” “I can't figure that out. So, why were you running down the hallway just now?” “I wanted to play you in poker!” she said smiling. “Poker? I didn't think that was your kind of game, but if you want to play, I'd be happy to teach you. So, what version did you have in mind?” Takuto's head filled with images of him and Milfeulle playing strip poker, him winning each round, and watching her innocently remove each piece of clothing. His blush and drool went unnoticed as Milfeulle tried to remember what Ranpha had told her. “Texas Hold'em?” Takuto was snapped back to reality as the name of his favorite game (aside from strip poker) was uttered. “Let's go!” he proclaimed loudly, using his captains voice, the serious one, in an almost comic manner.

 

It had been half an hour since they started, and Takuto hadn't won a single hand. How she had gotten four royal flushes in a row was beyond him. He sighed. It didn't look like he was going to win any time soon, but he didn't want to back out. “So, do you want to put money on this game now?” he asked, having promised they could play some real poker before it was time for lunch. He would later state that that was the biggest mistake he had ever made. Although he wasn't sent back to his office in just his underwear, he had lost just about everything else. Including K-9.

 

“Wow. I've never seen Takuto look so upset before. I hope I didn't do anything wrong.” Her worried face melted a bit as she examined her winnings. There was the $200,000 that Ranpha had asked her to win back, Takuto's medals, his blue robot, and the remaining money…his blue robot? She picked it up, examining it further. It was a pale blue, its body box like. The head seemed to be the only moving part, aside from the wheels on the bottom. The switch to turn it on was in the center of the side under the head. She hit it, watching as a faint green glow lit up the eyes, two sets of tiny lights. `Hello. I am K-9. Are you my Master?' it said in a dry tone that would creep out even Vanilla. Milfeulle was stunned. Not knowing what to do, she said “Um, yes?” `Scanning Master for Identification purposes. Master is Milfeulle Sakuraba of the Angel Troupe. Affirmative?' “Yes” she said, feeling a bit more confident. `What would you like me to do, Master?' “What can you do?” she said. `Everything. I contained all the knowledge of those around me, accumulated over centuries. I can read minds to better my database, increasing my capacity. For example, you enjoy cooking, and you have feelings for the captain of this vessel, Takuto Meyers.' Milfeulle sat in stunned silence. Then an idea hit her. “Do you have any recipes?” `Every recipe ever created.' This was the only time in her life Milfeulle would faint because of something cooking related.

 

Within a few hours, the kitchen was filled with baked goods and sweets of all types, as well as many soups, salads, seafood, and meats. The aroma of food was more than enough to pull Takuto from his work to go to the kitchen to see what was happening. Apparently the smell of good food was so great, that the entire ship's crew was there, waiting for their turn to eat from this buffet. Takuto knew of only one thing that could be behind this, but he knew it was impossible for alien space chefs to arrive without them noticing, so he was forced to wait in line like everyone else. What he saw surprised him. K-9 and Milfeulle were creating a chef tag team, making just about every recipe in the universe and then some. He drooled as his eyes scanned the kitchen, filled with delicious foods. Lobster? Drool. Steak? Drool. Milfeulle wearing a cutesy outfit, bent over to get something out of the oven? Drool. He grabbed the nearest foods, his eyes still on Milfeulle. He hardly noticed that he had picked a live squid with a cup full of boiling oil.

 

And they say in space no one can hear you scream.

 

(Later in Takuto's room)

Takuto began to stir, his tongue numbed, and the ink wiped from his face. He looked around to see Milfeulle asleep against the side of the bed, holding his hand. She stirred slightly as he sat up, and opened her eyes, slowly coming back to reality. Their eyes met for a second, before they both looked away, embarrassed. Milfeulle was the one who spoke first. “So, how do you feel? The doctor said the burn on your tongue would heal easily if you make sure to apply this ointment she gave me.” She held out the container, and Takuto accepted it gratefully. When their hands touched for a moment, Milfeulle blushed and turn away. Takuto felt a little hot under his blanket, so he took it off. “So, how's K-9 been? Not too much trouble for you?” Takuto said, trying to get her to look at him again. “It's fine. He's no trouble at all. In fact,” she said, returning to her normal perky self, “He's got all these great recipes in his memory banks! And he helps with measuring ingredients, and using the oven in the most effective way so I can cook more at once, and inventing new recipes. I have some I want you to try when your tongue gets better.” She turned back to him and smiled. Takuto looked at her for a moment, and then smiled as well. “Well then, you'll need some sleep, won't you? It's getting late.” Milfeulle nodded and went towards the door. “Thank you for being so understanding, Takuto.” She said as she opened the door and walked out. “I'll see you tomorrow.” He said, as he rolled over and made himself comfortable. Milfeulle giggled at his antics as he failed again and again to find a comfortable spot. “Good night, Takuto.” She said, closing the door.

 

K-9 chose that moment to wander by, and his circuits were filled with Milfeulle's thoughts of Takuto. It had already absorbed plenty of her dreams from when she took a nap in the kitchen while she wasn't needed, and this new information was coming in too fast. K-9's circuitry began to fill up with the quickly incoming data, but to delete it, it had to be copied to another location, or verbalized and told to another. As Milfeulle left for her quarters, she heard the door to Takuto's room open and close. When she turned around, she heard K-9 saying something to Takuto, but she didn't know what until she pressed her ear to the door. “Master Milfeulle has given me the following data, but because my memory banks cannot cope with all the data at this time, you will carry a portion of it until I can store it properly.” Takuto blinked. “How will I do that?” he asked, not sure what was going on. “I will transmit the data directly to your brain.” “And what kind of data is it?” Takuto asked, sitting up so he could see the robot better. “Master's dreams concerning you, Takuto Meyers” Milfeulle broke the door down with force beyond what anyone thought the girl could possess. “How dare you try and tell Takuto that! That's my business, not yours, K-9! If I want him to know, I'll tell him!” She kicked K-9 in the side, and the dog's eyes dimmed, then shut off. Still steaming, then almost in tears, she turned to Takuto. “Takuto-I-I…” He got up and hugged her, holding her close. “I killed K-9…I'm sorry…I didn't mean…I just didn't want you to…” was all that was heard through her sobs. “It's ok. We'll get him fixed up good as new. And everyone has secrets, Milfeulle, even me. I know how upset people get when their secrets are about to be exposed.” Milfeulle looked up at him, and smiled, wiping away her tears. “Thanks Takuto.” She pulled back just a bit. “I should probably go now, I'm gonna need my sleep for tomorrow.” “What's tomorrow? Aside from a tasting of your new recipes?” Takuto honestly didn't remember anything tomorrow. Then it hit him like the Chrono Break Cannon. The Galactic Ball. “Takuto, do you really not know what tomorrow is?” Milfeulle said, looking worried. “I'm just joking around with you. Of course I know what tomorrow is!” he said dramatically. She smiled again, and turned to leave. “See you tomorrow.” She said. “Good night.” He said.

 

The night of the Galactic Ball, the entire ship was decorated, and important individuals from many races came to meet and talk about the state of affairs. As they waited in the park, the rest of the ship was prepared and the crew got ready. Takuto completely forgot about K-9 as he went about his way, trying to get into his formal attire for the evening. But the White suit decorated with insignias and badges showing his rank refused to stay together. He sighed and called Lester up to help him. “Lester, Takuto wants to see you.” Lester sighed, and turned to Milfeulle. “Can you help him? I need to finish getting these decorations up.” “Sure thing, Lester” she said as she walked towards Takuto's quarters. When she opened the door, Takuto was facing away from her, wearing his boxers and a sleeveless white shirt. “Lester, can you help me get this suit on? I can't seem to keep it together long enough to tie it in place.” When he got no answer, he turned around to see Milfeulle staring at him, blushing like no tomorrow. As she gazed at him, her mind told her to run, but she stood rooted in place, her eyes roaming over his body. He was very average, save for the lean muscle that covered his body, and in her eyes, he looked like a God. Suddenly, she regained her senses as Takuto made his best effort to cover himself with his blanket. She respectfully turned away. “Um, so, I see Lester was busy.” Takuto said. “Ye-yeah.” Milfeulle said, a nasty voice in her head saying she should have gotten a better look. “I'll leave you to it.” She said a little shakily as she closed the door. “I'll see you later.” He said, still embarrassed. In his haste, he hadn't noticed that he had hit K-9's on switch, turning the hound back on. He quickly fastened the suit the best he could and proceeded down stairs to tell Lester to do what he was freaking told. K-9 stirred, righting itself and surveyed the area. “Data still at critical levels, need outlet.” It began to scan the ship, and located a large group of life forms gathered nearby. “Perfect” K-9 said as he proceeded to hack into the computer system to unlock the door.

 

Milfeulle got changed, still picturing Takuto in just his under clothes. `I hope he isn't mad at me' she thought to herself. She examined herself in the mirror. The slightly revealing flower covered dress was a darker pink that contrasted with her hair. She wore simple make-up, and her classic head band. She spun around and watched as the dress flowed. She smiled. Tonight, she hoped, her bad luck wouldn't ruin everything. She exited her room to meet up with the other Angels, and then with Takuto and Lester for the opening speeches.

 

Takuto was nervous. Not because the way he acted tonight could change the out come of future events. He had worried about that last night. No, now that thing that made him uneasy was the pink-haired girl who sat across from him in the area that connected the Angel's rooms in an awkward silence. He finally decided to talk to her about it, and walked over to her. The moment he sat down, she started apologizing for earlier, blaming herself and her bad luck. He stopped her by raising his hand and saying “I was an accident. Don't worry about it.” She looked at him for a moment, and then blushed. But before she could open her mouth to speak, to tell him how she felt, Forte walked in wearing a black form fitting dress, complaining that she couldn't find her concealable hand guns. Milfeulle sighed, and, putting on a fake smile (which everyone could see through) said she would try and help.

 

“So, what did I walk in on, Milfie?” Forte asked with a grin. Milfeulle blushed and turned away. “Nothing at all, Forte.” Forte raised an eyebrow and grinned. “I get it now, you were gonna confess to him and I walked in at the wrong time. Did I get it right?” Milfeulle nodded. “Here are your guns, Forte.” She said, handing over the twin pistols. “Well, if you want some alone time with him, I'm sure I can find a way.” Milfeulle smiled at her friend. “Thank you, Forte, but I'm not sure if that will be necessary. Besides, I don't think I have the courage anymore.” Milfeulle walked out the door, Forte right behind her. Mint and Vanilla were already there, chatting with Takuto. Mint was wearing a bright orange dress, while Vanilla's was simple and blue, the nanomachines working hard to make the ensemble seem to shimmer slightly in the light. Ranpha was nowhere to be seen, but they all knew she was still getting ready. “I hope Ranpha hurries up, she's gonna make us late.” Mint said. Ranpha chose this moment to strut out of her room in what seemed like a more elegant version of her usual attire. “Well, Mint, if you feel this way,” she said with an almost royal air about her, “then you can be sure that after the ball, I'll be sure to “thank” you for your input.” Everyone shuddered at the thought. “Well,” Takuto said, breaking the silence, “let's get this show on the road.”

 

After the speeches the Angels, Takuto, and Lester mingled with the crowd. Takuto kept one eye on Milfeulle though, and when music began to play, he approached her for a dance. Milfeulle cheered up significantly when he asked, and readily agreed. Then she saw it. The blue, box like robot currently on stage, scanning the crowd and getting a lot of attention from the delegates. And when its speakers rose, she was ready to scream. “My Master has unintentionally filled my database with too much information. To compensate, I will convert the files into sound data to play for you. When I can handle the data I have sent you, I will transfer it back directly using my mind scanner. Thank you.” Milfeulle tried to make her way to the stage, tried to stop K-9, but it was too late. K-9 began to spill her guts to the crowd, her dreams of Takuto, her thoughts that seemed stupid, everything. The delegates, thinking this was a joke, began to laugh, not realizing that Milfeulle was crying her eyes out, running from the ball room. Takuto followed as best he could, fighting the flow of the crowd. As he entered the hall way, he caught a glimpse of her running towards her bedroom. She shut the door, but didn't lock it, and collapsed in tears on the bed. She didn't even notice when Takuto opened the door and made his way towards her. So she was surprised when she felt two arms wrap around her, comfort her. She turned around and saw Takuto, a look of concern and relief on his face. He wiped away her tears, tracing their path to remove the stains of the mascara. “Takuto…” her heart stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say another word, as Takuto brought her closer. “You weren't supposed to find out this way. I wanted it to be a special moment for us, like in those fairytales, when the prince and the princess confess to each other.” Takuto smiled. “Who says it can't still be special?” he said, pressing his lips gently against hers. She kissed him back experimentally, leaning into the kiss as she felt his arms pull her closer, their bodies pressed together. She could feel his heartbeat, and it calmed her, soothed her in ways she didn't think were possible. She felt something beginning to tighten inside her, a familiar feeling she got from her fantasies. But now it seemed to focus around her most sensitive parts, and a heat began to form between her legs as the kiss deepened and Takuto entered her mouth with his tongue. She fought back, challenging him for dominance and enjoying every second of it. Takuto moved his hands to her sides, and then up to her breasts, gently rubbing them. Milfeulle moaned, her over sensitivity adding more fuel to the fire. “Takuto…” she said between breathy moans and kisses. “Yes, my sweet Milfie?” he said with a grin. “Takuto, I love you. Please, make me yours.” Takuto was taken aback by this comment. Who knew she could be so forward? Regaining his composure, he slid the straps of her dress down her arms, revealing her breasts. Though not as big as Ranpha's or Forte's, they fit her perfectly. He leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling, and massaged the other with his free hand as he used the other to unzip the back of the dress. Milfeulle was in paradise, and she felt the coil within her tighten even more. Takuto pulled away to rid her of her remaining clothing. She lay before him, blushing brightly, and beautiful as a real angel from heaven. He ran his hands over her body, reveling in the soft feel of her skin and the soft sighs she was producing. He moved his hand to her entrance, and she gasped as he gently rubbed her clit. He experimentally tasted her, and it was intoxicating. He lapped up her juices, making her thrash against him, trying to get more. He ran his tongue over her clit, and sucked gently on it, pushing her over the edge. “TAKUTO!” she screamed as her orgasm rocked her body. This was way better than doing this yourself, she thought, trying to pull herself together. She noticed Takuto was still fully clothed, and decided to take matters into her own hands. She sat up and kissed him, running her hands over his chest. Takuto's earlier proclamation that his suit barely stayed in one piece was right, as as soon as Milfeulle tugged on one of the straps, it all fell apart. She slid her hands under his shirt, tracing the muscles with a grin. She slid it off him and proceeded to work on his boxers. With him finally bare before her, she took a little time to examine him fully. Her gaze focused on his stiff member, and she reached for it gently, rubbing it up and down. Takuto clamped his mouth shut, sucking in air between his teeth. “Takuto?” she asked, afraid she had hurt him. “Keep going” he said. She did as she was told, running her fingertips over his pride, noting that different spots were more sensitive than others. She flicked her tongue over his tip, and he tensed. “Milfie, I'm close. If you don't want me to cum in your mouth, pull back.” She thought for a second, and then resumed her ministrations, each time taking more of him into her mouth than before. “Mil-MILFIE!” he yelled as he bucked against her mouth, cumming into her mouth, and she swallowed every drop. “Tastes a bit weird. Good, but I wouldn't use it as icing.” She said. Takuto sat up again and kissed her, his erection returning quickly. “Are you ready?” he asked, noting how wet she was as she ground against his thigh. “I'm ready…Make me yours, Takuto.” She lay down, spreading her legs for him. He pressed the tip of his erection against her. “It will hurt at first, and for that I'm sorry.” He said as he pulled back, then drove into her. She didn't even flinch, aside from the scream of pleasure. “Milfie? I thought you were a virgin.” He said, a bit disappointed, but at the same time relieved. “I am,” she said, “but I had my hymen surgically removed when I was twelve because of an infection.” Knowing he wasn't hurting her made Takuto want to jump for joy, but instead he pulled back out and slammed into her all the way, again and again as he pounded into her. “Milfie, you're so tight. You feel amazing.” He said, finding a steady rhythm. Milfie's response was to buck against him in time with his thrusts, moaning and gasping as he made love to her. The coil inside her wound up tighter than ever, and she felt like she would explode if she kept going. Takuto leaned down and took on of her nipples in his mouth, rolling it between hid teeth. Milfeulle screamed, her body thrashing in sheer bliss, lights exploding behind her eyes. Her walls tightened on Takuto, and he quickly followed her explosive orgasm with one of his own. She collapsed from exhaustion, and Takuto watched as she drifted to sleep. He chuckled, and after taking a moment to clean them both up, wrapped his arms around her. “I love you too, Milfeulle.” He said, and fell asleep.