Mahou Sensei Negima! Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Mai-HiME Fan Fiction ❯ Everything In Between ❯ Something Old, Something New ( Chapter 1 )
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By: RangerShade 
Just another day for AEGIS agent Ranma Saotome....
Anime/Manga: Mahou Sensei Negima! Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Mai-HiME Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Comedy / Hentai / Fantasy / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.15.2010 | Updated On: 07.15.2010 | Pages: 12 | Words: 8.3K | Visits: 3.6K | Status: Work In Progress
Just another day for AEGIS agent Ranma Saotome....
Anime/Manga: Mahou Sensei Negima! Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Mai-HiME Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Comedy / Hentai / Fantasy / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.15.2010 | Updated On: 07.15.2010 | Pages: 12 | Words: 8.3K | Visits: 3.6K | Status: Work In Progress
Everything In Between
A Magical Girl Control Act Universe Story
by Shade
Disclaimer: MOH, R 1/2, MSN, LH, SM, SR, NGE, CGNN, DHY, TH, FSN, MH, SAK, ROD, SC,
BC, BR, GD, DS, SF, DOA, HMT, HSDK, YUA, KOF, GSM, ZKC and any other series used
are properties of their respective copyright holders.
Lemon warning.
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Chapter 1: Something Old, Something New
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Meatbuns. Lovely plump meatbuns hot out of the oven as far as the eye could see.
Paradise.
Without waiting for an invitation he dived in. He arose out of the creamy white sea of buns
with one in each hand and other held in his mouth. It tasted deliciously sweet and salty
and he couldn't wait to take a bite-
"It's morning!"
Ignore it. There were meatbuns to eat-
"Wake up!"
But that annoying voice just would not shut up.
"It's morning! Wake up! It's morning! Wake up!"
Ranma Saotome cracked a bleary eye open. He stared for a moment in confusion at the HIME symbol
over his face. Then realization struck and he sheepishly relinquished the generous portion of
Mai's ample right breast in his mouth.
*BLAM*
The crack of a shot firing finally cut off the alarm.
'Shit. Not again.'
Nudging the still soundly sleeping short haired redhead off to the side with his head,
the pigtailed boy turned crankily towards the general direction that the shot had come
from and said in an irritable voice,
"Natsuki!"
"...sorry," came the girl's muffled voice from somewhere to his right.
With a stifled grunt of annoyance at finding himself once again tangled up in a maze of shapely limbs
and soft naked flesh, the still drowsy young man proceeded to extract himself as carefully as he could
from the middle of the pile. He released his left hand's firm grip on Inoue's shapely buttocks and
wiggled his right arm which was firmly trapped in the crevice of Minamoto's abundant cleavage.
His efforts failed to effect its release but succeeded in rousing the older woman from her slumber.
Her long silky blonde hair lay about Shizuna's shoulders in that mysterious disheveled way which only
served to highlight her already exceptional natural beauty. She blinked sleepily, a small smile
appearing on her face when she recognized his presence.The smile turned mischievous as she realized
his embarassing predicament. Ranma was quick to note however, that she made no attempt to assist him
in his attempts to get out of this gracefully.
'Damn.'
He could already hear Orihime starting to stir, seeking her favorite warm spot to curl back up to. It was
only a matter of time before the cold morning air woke up the normally slow to rise girl. The young
man knew he had to hurry and get out of the bedroom before all of them were fully awake. Otherwise he
was going to be late for his morning appointment with Captain Katsuragi. The older man was normally
easy going to his subordinates, but it didn't pay to get on his bad side.
Deciding to finally abandon subtlety in favor of a more direct approach, Ranma reached over with his free
hand and upon locating the correct rosy bottom, goosed her solidly.
"Yeek!"
Shizuna let out a little surprised squeal as her curvy body involuntarily jumped up. Before she had a chance
to recover he jerked his hand free from its soft prison and made a mad naked dash off of the bed and out of the room.
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"You are not helping any," Ranma muttered as he glared down at his unrepentant morning wood. The unruly organ
in question seemed to silently sneer back at him as if to say 'Fuck you, where's my booty call?'
Relieving the the pressure on his bladder had required some finesse on his part as the stiff rod had refused
to soften and forced him to into an uncomfortably awkward position in order to achieve the needed objective
without making a mess all over the bathroom floor. And the stupid thing still wouldn't go back down!
One would think that after last night it would at least have the decency to stay dormant until a more respectable hour.
But no, the damn prick seemed to have a mind of its own when it came to poking its head around looking for some action.
Determined not to let his rebellious equipment get the best of him this time, the young man went to the white
marble sink and deliberately immersed his head under a gushing torrent of water so cold that it made his teeth
chatter.
"Aauggh-gac-"
Ranma bit back a shout as the icy shock to his system jolted him to full awakeness at last. He stepped
back and looked down again, smiling as he noticed the insolent rebel was finally bowing his head in defeat.
"That'll teach you."
It irked him to no end that his libido seemed to be the one thing always beyond his control. He had been
raised from earliest childhood to value Order and Stability as the foundations of civilization that had
to be protected at all costs. With that indoctrination had come the training to master himself and his powers
to be used for the good of the nation as a field agent for the Alien and Enchanted Girls Investigation Service, AEGIS.
The pigtailed lad looked back up and took a moment to study his reflection in the mirror. It showed the soaking wet
features of a Japanese youth in his mid-teens of average height. Even mussed up and dripping water, his long black hair
displayed a rich dark sheen of life. His face, while not handsome in the traditionally approved bishonen fashion,
radiated an unmistakably predatory charisma. His sharp features were marred only by a bump and slight crookedness
of the nose and a series of thin faded white slashes about an inch long that terminated just under the outermost corner
of his right eye.
The piercing eyes that stared back at him from the mirror were pure black at the center of the pupil, encircled
by a bluish grey iris that some had compared to appearance to waterforged steel. The muted intensity within their
silent depths reflected the hard learned control he continually maintained with the help of his government issue
limiters and seals.
Reflexively he glanced at his bare tanned arms which had pale bands of skin just behind the thickened wrists, looking for
the intricate metal bracers that were not there. He always felt a little uneasy when he wasn't wearing his seals,
like he was exposed to the world even more then simply being naked. Without them there were only the limiters in his
long braided pigtail to keep the power pulsing inside of him in check.
Ranma shivered, the cold bite of the air on his lean nude form wasn't getting any warmer. He turned and headed towards
the entrance of the bathing area. The young man shot a longing glance towards the door leading to the furo, but shook
his head. There wasn't enough time for that today.
He stepped instead into the shower, which was built for groups and included four seperate shower heads.
Sliding the frosted glass door shut behind him, he started it out on full blast, steam rising in billowing
clouds as his chilled skin soaked up the welcome heat. He stayed like that for a few moments, luxuriating
in that greatest fundamental convenience of modern technology, hot water. Finally getting down to business,
he took one of the white washclothes and some minty smelling soap from the hanging plastic tray on the wall
and began to scrub himself as the water continued to steadily beat down on him.
As he did so, the glass door behind him slid open. Ranma didn't turn to look, his attention focused
on the task at hand. But for an instant the young man paused, as if unsure about his own reaction
to this situation. That puzzling moment of disorientation vanished as the familar feeling of two
firm warm points pushed up against his naked back and followed immediately by the soft sensation
of an abundantly firm female chest as he was embraced from behind.
"Want me to wash your back for you," Mai Tokiha asked him teasingly, rubbing her large breasts
slowly up and down his spine.
Before he could respond, a hand slick with soap reached down and grasped his hardening dick near
the base of the shaft.
"In that case, you won't mind if I take the front for myself," Natsuki Kuga said smugly as she began
to rhythmically jack him off.
"Hey! That's unfair!"
"First to serve, first to cum."
Ranma closed his eyes and sighed as the usual bickering got underway. While their insistance on making
everything into a competition between themselves could be useful and even pleasurable under the right
circumstances, he didn't want to have to deal with their arguing this early in the morning.
As Mai pushed up from behind and Natsuki stroked him with increasing vigor from the front, the young man
let his hands quietly slip between their respective legs and found those special places with his nimble fingers
that made them say in one collective breathless voice,"Oh Ranma!"
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As always, the contrast between the two girls was like night and day. Mai's mound was neatly trimmed,
the reddish orange hairs silky soft as he brushed past them to spread her outer lips with his index
and forefinger while the middle smoothly slipped into her soaking wet channel. Her internal muscles
immediately contracted tightly around the intruder but failed to stop it from advancing until he
was buried up to the knuckle inside of her. Her juices began to run down his hand as Tokiha gasped
softly, pressing herself down against his palm in an attempt to increase the stimulation as his
finger began to move in and out like a piston slowly warming up to full speed.
In comparison Natsuki's front was as bare as a baby's bottom. The skintight outfits that the girl
favored made that decision almost a no-brainer and the feel of the soft naked skin was in itself
a unique sensual experience. He went slowly, rubbing the spots that he knew she enjoyed the most,
making absolutely sure that she was well lubricated before gently pressing the tip of his index finger
against her entrance. Unlike Mai's copious secretions, Natsuki didn't yield nectar to the bee so easily.
Combined with her incredible tightness, it required extensive foreplay and control to avoid hurting her,
no matter how enthusiastic the girl might be at the time. Ever so slowly her slick entrance yielded
to his insistently probing digit as Kuga sucked in air between her teeth. He stopped when it was about
half way inside, carefully moving his finger in a deliberate clockwise motion that made Natsuki's hips
involuntarily twitch as she resisted the urge to clamp her legs tightly around his arm.
Both girls were making mewling sounds now, wanting to speak but unable to concentrate on recognizable words.
Ranma grinned. Peace at last.
However this happy turn of events only lasted until two pairs of lips suddenly double teamed the head of his cock.
As they brought him down, Saotome groaned in defeat and resigned himself to being late to work. Again.
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Ranma, Mai and Natsuki descended down the stairs to the first floor at a run and headed to the dining hall.
Some of the early risers were getting their meals or already seated and eating at a steady pace.
As usual, Setsuna Meiou was taking her tea and crumpets with the early morning edition of the
Tokyo Times spread out before her. She looked up and smiled knowingly at the flushed faces
as they ran in.
"Good morning. Lost the soap in the shower again?"
"Morning."
Kuga had her bike helmet in one hand while she grabbed some fruit from the tables as she passed.
"Hi Setsuna. Sorry, late for a meeting!"
Saotome was right behind her and snatched a piece of sausage that he gulped down in a single movement.
"Mumph!"
Tokiha sprayed a few crumbs on her way out.
"Have a safe trip."
The green haired woman waved at the rapidly departing trio, pieces of buttered toast
hanging from their mouths as they dashed towards the parking lot.
Then still grinning to herself, Meiou went back to her paper.
Just another day at AEGIS Section Nine.
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The front reception hall of the towering AEGIS Headquarters was a bustling sea of noise and human traffic.
Agents, Licensed Magical Girls, government officials and support personnel moved in and out of the building
in a flow that at first glance seemed purely chaotic but would have surprised any observer by the fact
that everyone got to where they needed to go with a minimum of stopping and waiting. And the key to this
seeming miracle was the Magical Girl Team in charge of Receptions, "Double Face".
"Next please!"
"Team Pretty Cure, report to Room 805 for debriefing."
"Yes Mr. Miyazaki, the Section Chief is expecting you. First Elevator on the left."
"I'm sorry, no solicitations are allowed. Security, please eject him from the premises."
Natsuko Tokiwa and Hotaru Nowaki were a powerful and skilled pairing of clairvoyance and
telepathy respectively. The fact that were both very attractive young women in uniforms
designed to show off their assets to the best advantage was merely icing on the cake.
However this morning there seemed to be an extra special satisfied glow around them
that made both young women shine like early evening stars in the busy hall.
Almost as one, "Double Face" turned to the entrance as the sound of three people frantically
running became louder and louder.
"We're late! We're late! We're late!"
"I can't believe I listened to you and your damn shortcuts again, Mai!"
"My bad, Natsuki! I didn't know they were going to demolish that old building this morning!"
"You two! Less talking, more running! We're late!"
The shorthaired Hotaru smiled knowingly at the rushing trio while a grinning Natsuko
waved them through the human tide that parted around them.
"Captain Katsuragi was expecting you almost half an hour ago, Saotome," said Nowaki.
"I know! I know! It's just that-"
"-you had an accident in the shower this morning," singsonged Natsuko and Hotaru in perfect harmony.
Ranma blushed furiously under their combined amused gaze. Was he really getting that predictable?
Then he stopped in mid-step and seemed to notice for the first time that there seemed to be an extra bounce
in both women's step that morning. He cocked his head at a slight angle as he tried to figure out what it was.
Realization suddenly dawned and he smacked a fist into an open palm.
"Oh yeah, Minamoto was rotated back to HQ yesterday while the Terrible Trio
get their medical examinations. Do I even need to ask where he was last night?"
No doubt about it, those smiles were definitely of the cat that had gotten the cream variety.
Saotome offered up a silent sympathetic prayer to his fellow Agent.
"Hurry up, Ranma!"
"I'm coming!"
As they watched him go, the two espers wondered how he was going to react to the briefing that was awaiting him.
You didn't work the front desk without picking up a few things and the psychically gifted duo had placed their
own bets in the office pool on what his probable reaction would be to the "good" news that the Captain was
about to surprise the young Agent with.
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"WHAT?! You can't be serious, Captain!"
"These orders came straight from Director Fujiko, Saotome."
Captain Asato Katsuragi was gruff figure in his late thirties, his rich dark hair already streaked gray
in places. His chiseled face was hard but not unsympathic to his subordinate's plight.
"Section Nine's dorms are already at max capacity as it is! And that lazy energy-sucker just wants
to dump another batch of new girls on me?! Don't we have anyone else available?"
"That's Director Tsubomi to you, Agent Ranma. You know how short we are on Agents qualified to handle MG training."
"What about Agent 006, Dragon Turtle? I thought it was his turn in the rotation."
"Out on Medical Leave. Broken leg."
"What? Again?! What happened this time? He's supposed to be the next best thing to indestructible."
Katsuragi coughed softly into one hand.
"The Main Todai Dome was knocked over by a freak wind and fell on him."
"What, again?!! Just what kind of grudge does that campus have against him?"
The look on his superior's face didn't waver.
"The only other person who we could give them to at this time is Kogarashi."
Ranma winced in spite of himself. Agent 008, Maid Guy, was an excellent field operative
but his interactions with the female gender as whole could only be labeled as a total
disaster because being more precise would require a whole volume of words not fit to print.
"Captain that's just playing dirty."
"You know what'll happen to these girls if we can't get them into the rehabilitation program."
Saotome did his best not to grit his teeth. Oh yes, he knew what the alternative was.
Grimbor. Just thinking the name made all of his hackles rise.
Grimbor Ward, the most secure Magical Girl Prison/Asylum in the world. Where prisoners were checked in,
but rarely ever checked out. There was a shroud of secrecy over what went on behind its thick dark walls,
but the rumors that had gotten out were enough to make even the most hardened superpowered criminal wet their pants.
"Fine. We'll double up the bunks. Again."
"Your country appreciates your dedicated service. And here's this week's assignments."
Ranma grimaced as he skimmed through the small stack of slim folders.
Most of them were capture missions for violations of the MGCA, but as usual Section Nine had been assigned
what were informally known in AEGIS as the "screwball" case files. Power and personality wise these women
were going to be a real pain in the ass to bring in. But that was what Ranma and his team were good at,
taking down rogue MGs who threatened the normal lives of the Empire's people.
One white folder caught his eye as out of place among the others.
"Huh, escort duty?"
"Yes, a new Alpha is arriving from England today."
The young man''s eyebrows shot up in surprise as he started reading the file more carefully.
"Why would the Brits release an Alpha class to us? Especially given those new security edicts they just passed?"
"The 'official' British government has nothing to do with this decision."
"Ah."
That single sound carried a wealth of unspoken meaning. The AEGIS agent was familiar the concept of shadows behind
the throne, those unseen organizations and people that could operate above and beyond the sometimes petty and stupid
visible government policies. AEGIS itself was a prime example of such, while they were officially a government branch,
they reported directly to the Imperial Line itself. This was a matter of some friction with the Diet and the ministers
in charge of the other departments, but also a necessary measure to preserve the independence needed to monitor
and police supernatural and alien residents without the prejudice so commonly found in insular bureaucrats.
"The British Mage Council seems to believe that it would be best for the boy's good health
if he were spend some quality time in the land of his father."
"Something along the lines of fifteen years to life?"
He could read between the lines as well as anyone else. Alpha and Omega classes were so rare that they
were almost always treasured as a measure of a nation's international prestige. Some high level shit
had to be targeting this Alpha, somebody with enough connections that the British Magical Authority
was actually willing to give him up to a foreign agency in order to protect him.
"Something like that."
The agent looked over the small glossy photo. It showed a rather handsome young boy
in a neatly pressed suit wearing wire rim specs and holding a large wooden staff.
"Cute kid."
"His current SAA rating is 95."
The pigtailed boy blinked in disbelief.
"You're shitting me."
The Sexual Attraction and Affection Index had been created by the world renowned Dr. Henai to measure
compatibility between Magical Girls and the Agents assigned to them. Using a 100 point scale,
the rated score was used to determine the likelihood that a particular Agent would be able to integrate
with any random Magical Girl. 30 was the baseline while a score in the mid 60s was typical for most Keepers.
There were only six Agents in AEGIS who had rated higher then 80 and all but one of them were Beta Ability or Higher.
Ranma's own personal rating of 92 was the highest that AEGIS had on record, or at least it had been until now.
"They're gonna eat him alive down at Personnel."
"I would have thought you'd enjoy having someone else around to share the load."
"That's not funny, Sir."
"Oh yes, one more thing. Your parents wish to see you this afternoon."
The pigtailed boy agent groaned.
"Another marriage meeting?"
"Probably."
There was nothing but amusement in the older man's face now.
"Say hello to that old rogue Genma for me."
"Yes sir."
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Natsuki looked up from her book in time to see her handler slam the door of Captain Katsuragi's office shut with an audible bang.
"Bad news?"
"See for yourselves."
He tossed a bunch of slim plastic folders to her and Mai where they sat in padded chairs on the side of the hallway.
Kuga whistled softly as she saw the name on the top folder in her lap.
"Reiko Mikami, huh? So we're finally going to take down that greedy gold digging bitch!"
The long haired brunette punched a fist into her palm emphatically.
"So what did she do, forget to bribe the right people after blowing up another amusement park?"
Ranma shook his head.
"Article II violation."
Both girls stared at him with wide eyes.
"No way, Temporal Disruption," gasped Mai.
"The Captain wants her and her associates in custody as soon as possible.
We're going with full team deployments and limiters off. Natsuki, you know
the drill."
She nodded as they got up and hurried to keep up with him as he stepped down the hall to the elevator.
"Mai, let Setsuna know we're getting more recruits in tonight. Her precog's probably
already given her a heads up but I want it confirmed before we have catfights over the beds."
"What, more girls again?! I thought it was Keitaro's turn for newbie training?!"
"He broke his leg."
"What, AGAIN?!"
"Yes."
The bosomy redhead put her free hand to the side of her head and sighed.
"I hate Mondays."
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"Good Morning Ryuho-sempai!"
"Ah, Tachibana."
The solemn green haired man nodded politely at the eager face of the purple haired Agent
without turning his attention from the training floor where his humanoid Alter Zetsui was
attacking a small horde of remote controlled targets that whizzed through the air in a blur
of twinkling lights and electronic beeps.
Two razor sharp metallic ribbon blades hissed through the air from the artificial creature's sides
to intercept multiple targets at a time, bending repeatedly at sharp angles when necessary
in the blink of an eye. In a matter of seconds, the ground around the Alter was littered
with neatly dismembered metal and wires. One fragment gave a sad little beep as the glow went
out of its lights.
"Amazing, Sempai! No wonder you're ranked the Number 10 Agent in AEGIS!"
Ryuho said nothing but wished that rookie agent would be a bit quieter.
Rankings were not something he particularly cared about, it was enough
for him as an Agent that his powers enabled him to do his job correctly.
There was Order and there was Justice, that was the path he walked on.
Around them was the bustle of dozens of other Agents and carefully supervised
Magical Girls going about individualized combat training and hand-to-hand
sparring in the huge reinforced room known as the Talent Center. As always,
the Magical Girls outnumbered the Male Talents even here at least twelve to one.
"I want to be a true Agent of Justice just like you, Sempai!"
Asuka Tachibana's eyes shone with true admiration as he looked at Agent 010, Metal Knight,
the man who had inspired him to join AEGIS. He knew that he was one of the most promising
new agents as his own status as AGENT 031 demonstrated and he was sure that in time
his personal ranking would rise to where he could one day meet his Sempai eye to eye as an equal.
"Hey, Ryuho. Got a favor I need to ask of you."
Tachibana's jaw dropped as a boy that looked even younger then he did casually addressed one of the Elite Ten
so informally. He stared at the stranger walking up to his Sempai, taking in the non-regulation hairstyle
with that long braided pigtail and worn look of his standard dark blue AEGIS uniform and coming to an
immediate conclusion.
Righteous fury filled his words, "How dare you address your superior so disrespectfully!"
"Huh?"
Silence spread out around Asuka like a tidal wave as activity suddenly ceased and all attention
turned towards the trio. Tachibana could feel his ears start to redden under those curious gazes
but pushed on valiantly.
"Do you know who that is? He is one of the top ten Agents in AEGIS, The METAL KNIGHT!!"
The pigtailed boy gave him a strange look.
"And your point is?"
"Insolence!! You need to be taught some manners!!"
Whispers were starting to spring up all around them and Asuka was pleased
that everyone would able to witness how he upheld discipline in this organization.
"Oh?"
"I challenge you to face me in the main stage!"
Ryuho made as if he was going to say something but the youth waved his hand at him and he subsided.
"Nah, it's okay. I'll take this one. They've got to learn Rule One sooner or later."
Had Tachibana been just a little less furious as he stomped to the center
of the room he would have caught the green haired man's reply to the pigtailed boy.
"As you wish, Sempai."
The main stage was a wide circle in the center that used oak for its base rather then the stone tiles
in the rest of the floor. The boundaries were marked with lines of white paint while the stage itself
bore numerous faint scars and burns that even the most diligent polishing and repair couldn't entirely remove.
Asuka was surprised to see that others had joined the small crowd that had gathered around the stage so that
the surrounding space was packed with curious faces.
As the two Agents stepped into the ring the Room's Warrant Officer stepped forward to meet them in the center.
"Before you begin, do you wish to know the name of the person you are about to destroy?"
Tachibana sneered.
"Why would I-"
The thin middle aged man turned a cold eye towards him.
"I was not addressing you."
For the first time a sharp prickle of unease made itself felt in the young Agent's stomach.
He looked at the other boy again, now seriously trying to find a clue as to the other's identity.
The only thing he could find were the dark intricate metal bracers on each arm which were
obviously his limiters. The name patch on the chest had faded to the point of illegibility,
and there were obvious patches and stitches that he could see on the shirt and pants now
that he was actually paying attention to the smaller details. Was this Agent so wasteful
with his money that he couldn't even afford to keep himself dressed properly?
"It's okay, Jin. I expect he'll tell us anyway."
The older man nodded and stepped back as the youth turned back to Tachibana, a faint smile on his lips.
"I don't suppose you remember the first Rule they taught you when you entered Aegis, Mr. Asuka Tachibana?"
Asuka glared at him. This rude brat wasn't even armed, so why did his skin feel like it was crawling up his arms?
And how dare he speak so patronizingly to him, a full fledged Numbered Special Agent!
"I AM AEGIS AGENT 031, SHOOTING STAR!!"
"Of course you are."
Asuka saw red.
"LIMITER: RELEASE!!"
The solid white bracelet on the left arm of his jacket chimed as it split open to reveal a complex
compact array of interconnected circuits that crackled with escaping energy as they disengaged
from each other. Brilliant flows of chromatic energy visible to the naked eye swirled around the
dark haired Agent as the weight of his unleashed power filled the room's atmosphere. Murmurs of
approval started to come from the crowd as they witnessed the Agent's unleashed strength. Some
of the newest recruits even jeered at the quietly standing pigtailed boy who still wore that faint
smile. Only the seasoned veterans watching from the sidelines grinned knowingly.
"ETERNITY EIGHT!!"
The scattered junk from Zetsui's training practice vanished as their component atoms were seized and reformed
into eight glowing emerald orbs the size of large softballs that started to orbit around Tachibana.
The other Agent merely nodded encouragingly at his opponent.
"Not bad."
A finger jabbed in his direction.
"Release your limiter! I want to settle this like men!!"
"Nah, no point really."
"Are you mocking me?!"
"No, I'm educating you. You might not be picking it up though."
"Why you! Who the hell do you think you are?!"
Ryuho's composed voice cut through the background noise like a hot knife through butter.
"His name is Ranma Saotome, Agent Tachibana."
"I'll teach you to respect your-oh shit."
The ranting agent's red face went bone white. He seemed to suddenly shrink inside of himself and the circle
of orbs whirling around him actually dipped close to the ground as they came to sudden halt.
The young men who had been jeering up until this point were now trying to become one with the floor.
Ranma shot his colleague an annoyed look.
"Oh come on. How the heck am I supposed to teach them all about Rule One if you just tell them like that?"
"My apologies, Sempai."
Saotome sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"I suppose it would be unfair to continue this now."
He sniffed and wrinkled his nose.
"And I think he needs a change of pants anyway."
Seeing that the show seemed to be over, Jin stepped out again.
"AGENTS! WHAT IS RULE ONE?"
Even the young men cowering on the floor mumbled along to the roar from the crowd: "DO NOT JUDGE OTHERS
BY THEIR APPEARANCE! ESPECIALLY THAT LITTLE GUY WITH THE PIGTAIL, YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO MESS WITH HIM, SERIOUSLY!!"
Ranma nodded happily. If only more people paid attention to Rule One, the world would be a much more peaceful place.
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Tadao Yokoshima moaned softly as he stared out the office window at the sunny day. He was starving again and it would be hours
until Okinu brought over lunch. Even after being brought back into the world of the living the former ghostly assistant still
remembered that a healthy young man could not survive on 255 yen an hour. It was so touching that it made him want to cry,
only he couldn't spare the energy to do so thanks to his lack of food. But he would not give up! Someday Mikami would see the
truth, that he was the only man for her!
He groaned a little louder. How much longer until lunch?
He was even beginning to hallucinate now. Look at all those flashing lights and the sirens....
Yokoshima's normally lecherous expression turned to confusion.
He looked up at the ceiling of the building.
"I'm not hallucinating those police cycles, am I?"
The building rumbled around him.
"No, you are not. I am detecting several people entering the kekkai."
"Oh hell! Not the National Tax Agency again! Damnit Reiko, why can't you ever pay your taxes on time!!"
His hunger forgotten, Tadao ran to the door that led to his boss's personal office and started hammering on the solid oak.
"Mikami! We've got company!!"
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"Is everyone in position?"
A chorus of soft affirmatives came in over his ear piece. Ranma drew his blaster from its side holster,
double checking to make sure that the orihalcon sidearm was set on stun. He motioned to Natsuki,
she nodded and moved to cover the other side of the building as he crept forward towards the front.
The Ghost Sweepers had invested heavily in protective warding, but they were designed primarily for spiritual threats.
It had been fairly simple to bypass the outer barrier, but that didn't mean there weren't other defenses in play.
He stepped carefully over an innocent looking tile, it seemed no different from the others except that it would not
have been a good idea to step on that particular tile.
He eased forward next to the large imposing door, his ears alert for the slightest sound coming from inside.
Then he stopped. Without even turning around he said, "Medaka, I told you to quit doing that."
Behind him, a busty uniformed girl with long dark hair was standing in a pose that mimicked Ranma's current position
almost perfectly except for the fact that she was holding a closed ornamental paper fan in one hand instead of a gun.
"And how many times have I told you, zip your vest *all* the way up."
The front of the young woman's protective vest was indeed lowered to the point where it seemed only a few centimeters more were
needed to let her abundant assets pop out.
"There is no embarrassment in showing off one's form! Also..."
Ranma barely managed to get out of the way as the front doors nearly burst out of their hinges in their haste to swing open.
A drooling blur shot out and headed straight for the still posing Kurokami Medaka.
As it leaped, it resolved itself into the form of Yokoshima.
"Let me comfort myself in your bosom-*WHAM*"
Medaka popped her now slightly dented fan open, revealing a metal framework that had been hidden under the outer paper shell.
"...It is the fastest way to open up a breach in the defenses."
Ranma stared at her, then at the unconscious grinning ghost sweeper on the ground and finally at the wide open entrance to the building.
"...must you always be so right like that?"
Kurokami's already impressive chest lifted up even further.
"Yes!"
The pigtailed agent sighed. It wasn't that he disliked Medaka, it was just that she always seemed to absorb all of his energy with her antics.
He'd known her since they had both been little, despite how bad his general memory was of that time period. Trying to forget about somebody
like Kurokami Medaka was impossible. Her abilities had manifested themselves almost from the time she'd been born and he'd been stuck with
her primarily because he was the only one who wouldn't be run over by the sheer strength of her personality. She had been determined that
they would be together in the future, he remembered that all too clearly. But then things had happened and he hadn't seen her again until
she'd been accepted into AEGIS three years ago. It had taken all of three seconds for Medaka to recognize him and hit him with a flying tackle
that had made those witnessing it wince. The outrageous little girl had matured into an energetic dark haired blue eyed beauty that had
no shame about displaying her body's perfection and saw no distinction in gender preferences.
But she had gotten the door open. No sense looking a gift horse in the mouth.
"Reiko Mikami! This is AEGIS! We know you're in there! Under Article One of the Magical Girl Control Act you are hereby informed that you have
been designated as a Magical Girl and official property of the Empire! You are ordered to surrender yourself into AEGIS custody immediately!!"
There was nothing but silence from inside the old building.
"She does not appear to be coming out."
This time Ranma's sigh of frustration was more emphatic.
"Just once I'd like to have an MG surrender peacefully, if only for the novelty value."
As if in response to his complaint, the door of the attached garage on the far side of the building
exploded in a shower of plastic and metal as a black BMW burst out at full throttle. The heavy car
tore along the sidewalk, swerving to get around the AEGIS vehicles that had blocked off the road
before taking off like a rocket. One of the cars that had been forming the blockade immediately
started up and went after her, its red and blue lights flashing and siren wailing like a banshee.
"Son of a bitch!!"
Ranma raised his wristcomm to his lips as he sprinted towards their cycles.
"Mai, she's heading north for the freeway."
"On it!"
High above them, the busty redhead took off in pursuit, the flaming rings
spinning on her arms and ankles leaving a burning trail behind her in the air.
"Natsumi, Miyuki, keep on her but don't engage until we get there!"
Far ahead the two catgirl officers enaged in pursuit acknowledged, "Nyaah! Rodger!!"
He looked back.
"Medaka, get him into custody and then secure the house with the cleanup team. We'll meet back at HQ."
Kurokami fired off a quick salute back to him as Saotome jumped into the sidecar attached to Natsuki's motorcycle.
Natsuki herself slid into her own seat only seconds later.
"Let's get her!"
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Reiko Mikami floored the accelerator as she narrowly avoided colliding with a large delivery truck that honked
in protest as she cut it off. In the seat next to her was a large brown bag that had been stuffed so full that
thick wads of high denomination yen notes were spilling out of it. Ever since her first brush with the Tax Department
she'd known that the government was keeping a sharp eye on her, but only in her worst nightmares had Mikami imagined
that AEGIS would be involved.
She wasn't going to get caught! She was not going to be transformed into an obedient little bimbo
to do the bidding of some groping government sleazebag!
She was Reiko Mikami and-
A crackling blast of blue energy flashed over the roof of her car.
"That's your only warning shot, Mikami! Stop making this so damn difficult!!"
She glanced up at the rear view mirror and cursed.
The little patrol car that had been keeping doggedly on her tail had been joined by a motorcycle with a sidecar mount.
Standing up in it with his sidearm drawn was that AEGIS agent who'd raided her house, a look of extreme annoyance
on his not exactly unattractive face.
Reiko shook her head wildly. No, that was what they wanted her to think!
It was time to employ countermeasures.
The Ghost Sweeper flipped a switch. A hatch popped open at the back of her vehicle
and a blizzard of paper wards began spilling out.
Mikami grinned nastily.
She heard the sudden squeal of rubber as the traffic behind her encountered the sudden
mess of cheap spirits being summoned en masse in front of them. The creatures weren't
powerful enough or intelligent enough to harm anyone, but they were very sticky and very
good at obscuring the view of any windshield or face that they came in contact with.
That should buy her at least-
The jolt of energy that struck her car actually made it shudder slightly
as the readouts danced for a moment before settling back down to normal.
No, it wasn't possible!
The two AEGIS vehicles in pursuit were still right there behind her!
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"Blast it! That car's been armored up!"
"Do you want me to summon Duran?"
"No! I'd like to complete at least one assignment without something expensive exploding!!"
Ranma ejected the power cartridge and loaded a new clip into his weapon.
"Miyuki!"
"Yes Sir?"
"Stun beams won't work, switch to concussion rounds. See if you can take out the tires."
"Acknowledged, Nyaah!"
"Okay Miss Mikami, let's see how you like this!"
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The back of the BMW actually rose several inches as the small explosion hit its rear bumper.
Reiko's eyes bulged with rage as she stuck her head out and shook an angry fist back at her pursuers.
"YOU ASSHOLES!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH FIXING THIS CAR COSTS?!!"
This was no longer simply about escaping with her freedom.
These people had just cost her a lot of money. This meant WAR!!
Her free hand groped around behind the back of her seat until it found the strap connected
to the long metal cylinder lying back there. She was on the main highway now, cars were crashing
into the sides to keep from colliding with her but they were minor details to her at this point.
Mikami slid out the metal tube and popped out the targeting sight. She veered left to avoid
a car that was inexplicably too stupid to move out of the way and saw that the way ahead was clear
of all signs of traffic.
Perfect!
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"oh shit."
Ranma didn't know where Mikami had gotten the the Light Anti-tank Weapon
she was pointing back at them from out of the driver's side window,
but he had a sudden horrible premonition of the immediate future.
He dropped down into the sidecar as Natsuki did a wild evasive maneuver that
brought his perch's wheels off of the ground as the warhead whistled past.
The motorcycle came to a screeching halt as his partner braked to avoid colliding with one of the concrete side barriers.
When the AEGIS agent stuck his head out it was to the sight of several burning vehicles behind them that had presumably
smashed into each other before being hit by the rocket.
Wounded drivers were either running or limping away from the wreckage and it didn't take a genius to realize why.
An overturned fuel truck was right there at the back of the pileup.
"I hate being right all the time," Ranma said bitterly as he scrambled out
to help with the evacuation efforts before the whole thing blew.
Well fine then. If that was the way she wanted to do things, then so be it.
He adjusted the frequency on his commlink and held it up to his lips as he ran.
"Atsuko, It's playtime."
A Magical Girl Control Act Universe Story
by Shade
Disclaimer: MOH, R 1/2, MSN, LH, SM, SR, NGE, CGNN, DHY, TH, FSN, MH, SAK, ROD, SC,
BC, BR, GD, DS, SF, DOA, HMT, HSDK, YUA, KOF, GSM, ZKC and any other series used
are properties of their respective copyright holders.
Lemon warning.
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Chapter 1: Something Old, Something New
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Meatbuns. Lovely plump meatbuns hot out of the oven as far as the eye could see.
Paradise.
Without waiting for an invitation he dived in. He arose out of the creamy white sea of buns
with one in each hand and other held in his mouth. It tasted deliciously sweet and salty
and he couldn't wait to take a bite-
"It's morning!"
Ignore it. There were meatbuns to eat-
"Wake up!"
But that annoying voice just would not shut up.
"It's morning! Wake up! It's morning! Wake up!"
Ranma Saotome cracked a bleary eye open. He stared for a moment in confusion at the HIME symbol
over his face. Then realization struck and he sheepishly relinquished the generous portion of
Mai's ample right breast in his mouth.
*BLAM*
The crack of a shot firing finally cut off the alarm.
'Shit. Not again.'
Nudging the still soundly sleeping short haired redhead off to the side with his head,
the pigtailed boy turned crankily towards the general direction that the shot had come
from and said in an irritable voice,
"Natsuki!"
"...sorry," came the girl's muffled voice from somewhere to his right.
With a stifled grunt of annoyance at finding himself once again tangled up in a maze of shapely limbs
and soft naked flesh, the still drowsy young man proceeded to extract himself as carefully as he could
from the middle of the pile. He released his left hand's firm grip on Inoue's shapely buttocks and
wiggled his right arm which was firmly trapped in the crevice of Minamoto's abundant cleavage.
His efforts failed to effect its release but succeeded in rousing the older woman from her slumber.
Her long silky blonde hair lay about Shizuna's shoulders in that mysterious disheveled way which only
served to highlight her already exceptional natural beauty. She blinked sleepily, a small smile
appearing on her face when she recognized his presence.The smile turned mischievous as she realized
his embarassing predicament. Ranma was quick to note however, that she made no attempt to assist him
in his attempts to get out of this gracefully.
'Damn.'
He could already hear Orihime starting to stir, seeking her favorite warm spot to curl back up to. It was
only a matter of time before the cold morning air woke up the normally slow to rise girl. The young
man knew he had to hurry and get out of the bedroom before all of them were fully awake. Otherwise he
was going to be late for his morning appointment with Captain Katsuragi. The older man was normally
easy going to his subordinates, but it didn't pay to get on his bad side.
Deciding to finally abandon subtlety in favor of a more direct approach, Ranma reached over with his free
hand and upon locating the correct rosy bottom, goosed her solidly.
"Yeek!"
Shizuna let out a little surprised squeal as her curvy body involuntarily jumped up. Before she had a chance
to recover he jerked his hand free from its soft prison and made a mad naked dash off of the bed and out of the room.
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"You are not helping any," Ranma muttered as he glared down at his unrepentant morning wood. The unruly organ
in question seemed to silently sneer back at him as if to say 'Fuck you, where's my booty call?'
Relieving the the pressure on his bladder had required some finesse on his part as the stiff rod had refused
to soften and forced him to into an uncomfortably awkward position in order to achieve the needed objective
without making a mess all over the bathroom floor. And the stupid thing still wouldn't go back down!
One would think that after last night it would at least have the decency to stay dormant until a more respectable hour.
But no, the damn prick seemed to have a mind of its own when it came to poking its head around looking for some action.
Determined not to let his rebellious equipment get the best of him this time, the young man went to the white
marble sink and deliberately immersed his head under a gushing torrent of water so cold that it made his teeth
chatter.
"Aauggh-gac-"
Ranma bit back a shout as the icy shock to his system jolted him to full awakeness at last. He stepped
back and looked down again, smiling as he noticed the insolent rebel was finally bowing his head in defeat.
"That'll teach you."
It irked him to no end that his libido seemed to be the one thing always beyond his control. He had been
raised from earliest childhood to value Order and Stability as the foundations of civilization that had
to be protected at all costs. With that indoctrination had come the training to master himself and his powers
to be used for the good of the nation as a field agent for the Alien and Enchanted Girls Investigation Service, AEGIS.
The pigtailed lad looked back up and took a moment to study his reflection in the mirror. It showed the soaking wet
features of a Japanese youth in his mid-teens of average height. Even mussed up and dripping water, his long black hair
displayed a rich dark sheen of life. His face, while not handsome in the traditionally approved bishonen fashion,
radiated an unmistakably predatory charisma. His sharp features were marred only by a bump and slight crookedness
of the nose and a series of thin faded white slashes about an inch long that terminated just under the outermost corner
of his right eye.
The piercing eyes that stared back at him from the mirror were pure black at the center of the pupil, encircled
by a bluish grey iris that some had compared to appearance to waterforged steel. The muted intensity within their
silent depths reflected the hard learned control he continually maintained with the help of his government issue
limiters and seals.
Reflexively he glanced at his bare tanned arms which had pale bands of skin just behind the thickened wrists, looking for
the intricate metal bracers that were not there. He always felt a little uneasy when he wasn't wearing his seals,
like he was exposed to the world even more then simply being naked. Without them there were only the limiters in his
long braided pigtail to keep the power pulsing inside of him in check.
Ranma shivered, the cold bite of the air on his lean nude form wasn't getting any warmer. He turned and headed towards
the entrance of the bathing area. The young man shot a longing glance towards the door leading to the furo, but shook
his head. There wasn't enough time for that today.
He stepped instead into the shower, which was built for groups and included four seperate shower heads.
Sliding the frosted glass door shut behind him, he started it out on full blast, steam rising in billowing
clouds as his chilled skin soaked up the welcome heat. He stayed like that for a few moments, luxuriating
in that greatest fundamental convenience of modern technology, hot water. Finally getting down to business,
he took one of the white washclothes and some minty smelling soap from the hanging plastic tray on the wall
and began to scrub himself as the water continued to steadily beat down on him.
As he did so, the glass door behind him slid open. Ranma didn't turn to look, his attention focused
on the task at hand. But for an instant the young man paused, as if unsure about his own reaction
to this situation. That puzzling moment of disorientation vanished as the familar feeling of two
firm warm points pushed up against his naked back and followed immediately by the soft sensation
of an abundantly firm female chest as he was embraced from behind.
"Want me to wash your back for you," Mai Tokiha asked him teasingly, rubbing her large breasts
slowly up and down his spine.
Before he could respond, a hand slick with soap reached down and grasped his hardening dick near
the base of the shaft.
"In that case, you won't mind if I take the front for myself," Natsuki Kuga said smugly as she began
to rhythmically jack him off.
"Hey! That's unfair!"
"First to serve, first to cum."
Ranma closed his eyes and sighed as the usual bickering got underway. While their insistance on making
everything into a competition between themselves could be useful and even pleasurable under the right
circumstances, he didn't want to have to deal with their arguing this early in the morning.
As Mai pushed up from behind and Natsuki stroked him with increasing vigor from the front, the young man
let his hands quietly slip between their respective legs and found those special places with his nimble fingers
that made them say in one collective breathless voice,"Oh Ranma!"
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As always, the contrast between the two girls was like night and day. Mai's mound was neatly trimmed,
the reddish orange hairs silky soft as he brushed past them to spread her outer lips with his index
and forefinger while the middle smoothly slipped into her soaking wet channel. Her internal muscles
immediately contracted tightly around the intruder but failed to stop it from advancing until he
was buried up to the knuckle inside of her. Her juices began to run down his hand as Tokiha gasped
softly, pressing herself down against his palm in an attempt to increase the stimulation as his
finger began to move in and out like a piston slowly warming up to full speed.
In comparison Natsuki's front was as bare as a baby's bottom. The skintight outfits that the girl
favored made that decision almost a no-brainer and the feel of the soft naked skin was in itself
a unique sensual experience. He went slowly, rubbing the spots that he knew she enjoyed the most,
making absolutely sure that she was well lubricated before gently pressing the tip of his index finger
against her entrance. Unlike Mai's copious secretions, Natsuki didn't yield nectar to the bee so easily.
Combined with her incredible tightness, it required extensive foreplay and control to avoid hurting her,
no matter how enthusiastic the girl might be at the time. Ever so slowly her slick entrance yielded
to his insistently probing digit as Kuga sucked in air between her teeth. He stopped when it was about
half way inside, carefully moving his finger in a deliberate clockwise motion that made Natsuki's hips
involuntarily twitch as she resisted the urge to clamp her legs tightly around his arm.
Both girls were making mewling sounds now, wanting to speak but unable to concentrate on recognizable words.
Ranma grinned. Peace at last.
However this happy turn of events only lasted until two pairs of lips suddenly double teamed the head of his cock.
As they brought him down, Saotome groaned in defeat and resigned himself to being late to work. Again.
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Ranma, Mai and Natsuki descended down the stairs to the first floor at a run and headed to the dining hall.
Some of the early risers were getting their meals or already seated and eating at a steady pace.
As usual, Setsuna Meiou was taking her tea and crumpets with the early morning edition of the
Tokyo Times spread out before her. She looked up and smiled knowingly at the flushed faces
as they ran in.
"Good morning. Lost the soap in the shower again?"
"Morning."
Kuga had her bike helmet in one hand while she grabbed some fruit from the tables as she passed.
"Hi Setsuna. Sorry, late for a meeting!"
Saotome was right behind her and snatched a piece of sausage that he gulped down in a single movement.
"Mumph!"
Tokiha sprayed a few crumbs on her way out.
"Have a safe trip."
The green haired woman waved at the rapidly departing trio, pieces of buttered toast
hanging from their mouths as they dashed towards the parking lot.
Then still grinning to herself, Meiou went back to her paper.
Just another day at AEGIS Section Nine.
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The front reception hall of the towering AEGIS Headquarters was a bustling sea of noise and human traffic.
Agents, Licensed Magical Girls, government officials and support personnel moved in and out of the building
in a flow that at first glance seemed purely chaotic but would have surprised any observer by the fact
that everyone got to where they needed to go with a minimum of stopping and waiting. And the key to this
seeming miracle was the Magical Girl Team in charge of Receptions, "Double Face".
"Next please!"
"Team Pretty Cure, report to Room 805 for debriefing."
"Yes Mr. Miyazaki, the Section Chief is expecting you. First Elevator on the left."
"I'm sorry, no solicitations are allowed. Security, please eject him from the premises."
Natsuko Tokiwa and Hotaru Nowaki were a powerful and skilled pairing of clairvoyance and
telepathy respectively. The fact that were both very attractive young women in uniforms
designed to show off their assets to the best advantage was merely icing on the cake.
However this morning there seemed to be an extra special satisfied glow around them
that made both young women shine like early evening stars in the busy hall.
Almost as one, "Double Face" turned to the entrance as the sound of three people frantically
running became louder and louder.
"We're late! We're late! We're late!"
"I can't believe I listened to you and your damn shortcuts again, Mai!"
"My bad, Natsuki! I didn't know they were going to demolish that old building this morning!"
"You two! Less talking, more running! We're late!"
The shorthaired Hotaru smiled knowingly at the rushing trio while a grinning Natsuko
waved them through the human tide that parted around them.
"Captain Katsuragi was expecting you almost half an hour ago, Saotome," said Nowaki.
"I know! I know! It's just that-"
"-you had an accident in the shower this morning," singsonged Natsuko and Hotaru in perfect harmony.
Ranma blushed furiously under their combined amused gaze. Was he really getting that predictable?
Then he stopped in mid-step and seemed to notice for the first time that there seemed to be an extra bounce
in both women's step that morning. He cocked his head at a slight angle as he tried to figure out what it was.
Realization suddenly dawned and he smacked a fist into an open palm.
"Oh yeah, Minamoto was rotated back to HQ yesterday while the Terrible Trio
get their medical examinations. Do I even need to ask where he was last night?"
No doubt about it, those smiles were definitely of the cat that had gotten the cream variety.
Saotome offered up a silent sympathetic prayer to his fellow Agent.
"Hurry up, Ranma!"
"I'm coming!"
As they watched him go, the two espers wondered how he was going to react to the briefing that was awaiting him.
You didn't work the front desk without picking up a few things and the psychically gifted duo had placed their
own bets in the office pool on what his probable reaction would be to the "good" news that the Captain was
about to surprise the young Agent with.
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"WHAT?! You can't be serious, Captain!"
"These orders came straight from Director Fujiko, Saotome."
Captain Asato Katsuragi was gruff figure in his late thirties, his rich dark hair already streaked gray
in places. His chiseled face was hard but not unsympathic to his subordinate's plight.
"Section Nine's dorms are already at max capacity as it is! And that lazy energy-sucker just wants
to dump another batch of new girls on me?! Don't we have anyone else available?"
"That's Director Tsubomi to you, Agent Ranma. You know how short we are on Agents qualified to handle MG training."
"What about Agent 006, Dragon Turtle? I thought it was his turn in the rotation."
"Out on Medical Leave. Broken leg."
"What? Again?! What happened this time? He's supposed to be the next best thing to indestructible."
Katsuragi coughed softly into one hand.
"The Main Todai Dome was knocked over by a freak wind and fell on him."
"What, again?!! Just what kind of grudge does that campus have against him?"
The look on his superior's face didn't waver.
"The only other person who we could give them to at this time is Kogarashi."
Ranma winced in spite of himself. Agent 008, Maid Guy, was an excellent field operative
but his interactions with the female gender as whole could only be labeled as a total
disaster because being more precise would require a whole volume of words not fit to print.
"Captain that's just playing dirty."
"You know what'll happen to these girls if we can't get them into the rehabilitation program."
Saotome did his best not to grit his teeth. Oh yes, he knew what the alternative was.
Grimbor. Just thinking the name made all of his hackles rise.
Grimbor Ward, the most secure Magical Girl Prison/Asylum in the world. Where prisoners were checked in,
but rarely ever checked out. There was a shroud of secrecy over what went on behind its thick dark walls,
but the rumors that had gotten out were enough to make even the most hardened superpowered criminal wet their pants.
"Fine. We'll double up the bunks. Again."
"Your country appreciates your dedicated service. And here's this week's assignments."
Ranma grimaced as he skimmed through the small stack of slim folders.
Most of them were capture missions for violations of the MGCA, but as usual Section Nine had been assigned
what were informally known in AEGIS as the "screwball" case files. Power and personality wise these women
were going to be a real pain in the ass to bring in. But that was what Ranma and his team were good at,
taking down rogue MGs who threatened the normal lives of the Empire's people.
One white folder caught his eye as out of place among the others.
"Huh, escort duty?"
"Yes, a new Alpha is arriving from England today."
The young man''s eyebrows shot up in surprise as he started reading the file more carefully.
"Why would the Brits release an Alpha class to us? Especially given those new security edicts they just passed?"
"The 'official' British government has nothing to do with this decision."
"Ah."
That single sound carried a wealth of unspoken meaning. The AEGIS agent was familiar the concept of shadows behind
the throne, those unseen organizations and people that could operate above and beyond the sometimes petty and stupid
visible government policies. AEGIS itself was a prime example of such, while they were officially a government branch,
they reported directly to the Imperial Line itself. This was a matter of some friction with the Diet and the ministers
in charge of the other departments, but also a necessary measure to preserve the independence needed to monitor
and police supernatural and alien residents without the prejudice so commonly found in insular bureaucrats.
"The British Mage Council seems to believe that it would be best for the boy's good health
if he were spend some quality time in the land of his father."
"Something along the lines of fifteen years to life?"
He could read between the lines as well as anyone else. Alpha and Omega classes were so rare that they
were almost always treasured as a measure of a nation's international prestige. Some high level shit
had to be targeting this Alpha, somebody with enough connections that the British Magical Authority
was actually willing to give him up to a foreign agency in order to protect him.
"Something like that."
The agent looked over the small glossy photo. It showed a rather handsome young boy
in a neatly pressed suit wearing wire rim specs and holding a large wooden staff.
"Cute kid."
"His current SAA rating is 95."
The pigtailed boy blinked in disbelief.
"You're shitting me."
The Sexual Attraction and Affection Index had been created by the world renowned Dr. Henai to measure
compatibility between Magical Girls and the Agents assigned to them. Using a 100 point scale,
the rated score was used to determine the likelihood that a particular Agent would be able to integrate
with any random Magical Girl. 30 was the baseline while a score in the mid 60s was typical for most Keepers.
There were only six Agents in AEGIS who had rated higher then 80 and all but one of them were Beta Ability or Higher.
Ranma's own personal rating of 92 was the highest that AEGIS had on record, or at least it had been until now.
"They're gonna eat him alive down at Personnel."
"I would have thought you'd enjoy having someone else around to share the load."
"That's not funny, Sir."
"Oh yes, one more thing. Your parents wish to see you this afternoon."
The pigtailed boy agent groaned.
"Another marriage meeting?"
"Probably."
There was nothing but amusement in the older man's face now.
"Say hello to that old rogue Genma for me."
"Yes sir."
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Natsuki looked up from her book in time to see her handler slam the door of Captain Katsuragi's office shut with an audible bang.
"Bad news?"
"See for yourselves."
He tossed a bunch of slim plastic folders to her and Mai where they sat in padded chairs on the side of the hallway.
Kuga whistled softly as she saw the name on the top folder in her lap.
"Reiko Mikami, huh? So we're finally going to take down that greedy gold digging bitch!"
The long haired brunette punched a fist into her palm emphatically.
"So what did she do, forget to bribe the right people after blowing up another amusement park?"
Ranma shook his head.
"Article II violation."
Both girls stared at him with wide eyes.
"No way, Temporal Disruption," gasped Mai.
"The Captain wants her and her associates in custody as soon as possible.
We're going with full team deployments and limiters off. Natsuki, you know
the drill."
She nodded as they got up and hurried to keep up with him as he stepped down the hall to the elevator.
"Mai, let Setsuna know we're getting more recruits in tonight. Her precog's probably
already given her a heads up but I want it confirmed before we have catfights over the beds."
"What, more girls again?! I thought it was Keitaro's turn for newbie training?!"
"He broke his leg."
"What, AGAIN?!"
"Yes."
The bosomy redhead put her free hand to the side of her head and sighed.
"I hate Mondays."
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"Good Morning Ryuho-sempai!"
"Ah, Tachibana."
The solemn green haired man nodded politely at the eager face of the purple haired Agent
without turning his attention from the training floor where his humanoid Alter Zetsui was
attacking a small horde of remote controlled targets that whizzed through the air in a blur
of twinkling lights and electronic beeps.
Two razor sharp metallic ribbon blades hissed through the air from the artificial creature's sides
to intercept multiple targets at a time, bending repeatedly at sharp angles when necessary
in the blink of an eye. In a matter of seconds, the ground around the Alter was littered
with neatly dismembered metal and wires. One fragment gave a sad little beep as the glow went
out of its lights.
"Amazing, Sempai! No wonder you're ranked the Number 10 Agent in AEGIS!"
Ryuho said nothing but wished that rookie agent would be a bit quieter.
Rankings were not something he particularly cared about, it was enough
for him as an Agent that his powers enabled him to do his job correctly.
There was Order and there was Justice, that was the path he walked on.
Around them was the bustle of dozens of other Agents and carefully supervised
Magical Girls going about individualized combat training and hand-to-hand
sparring in the huge reinforced room known as the Talent Center. As always,
the Magical Girls outnumbered the Male Talents even here at least twelve to one.
"I want to be a true Agent of Justice just like you, Sempai!"
Asuka Tachibana's eyes shone with true admiration as he looked at Agent 010, Metal Knight,
the man who had inspired him to join AEGIS. He knew that he was one of the most promising
new agents as his own status as AGENT 031 demonstrated and he was sure that in time
his personal ranking would rise to where he could one day meet his Sempai eye to eye as an equal.
"Hey, Ryuho. Got a favor I need to ask of you."
Tachibana's jaw dropped as a boy that looked even younger then he did casually addressed one of the Elite Ten
so informally. He stared at the stranger walking up to his Sempai, taking in the non-regulation hairstyle
with that long braided pigtail and worn look of his standard dark blue AEGIS uniform and coming to an
immediate conclusion.
Righteous fury filled his words, "How dare you address your superior so disrespectfully!"
"Huh?"
Silence spread out around Asuka like a tidal wave as activity suddenly ceased and all attention
turned towards the trio. Tachibana could feel his ears start to redden under those curious gazes
but pushed on valiantly.
"Do you know who that is? He is one of the top ten Agents in AEGIS, The METAL KNIGHT!!"
The pigtailed boy gave him a strange look.
"And your point is?"
"Insolence!! You need to be taught some manners!!"
Whispers were starting to spring up all around them and Asuka was pleased
that everyone would able to witness how he upheld discipline in this organization.
"Oh?"
"I challenge you to face me in the main stage!"
Ryuho made as if he was going to say something but the youth waved his hand at him and he subsided.
"Nah, it's okay. I'll take this one. They've got to learn Rule One sooner or later."
Had Tachibana been just a little less furious as he stomped to the center
of the room he would have caught the green haired man's reply to the pigtailed boy.
"As you wish, Sempai."
The main stage was a wide circle in the center that used oak for its base rather then the stone tiles
in the rest of the floor. The boundaries were marked with lines of white paint while the stage itself
bore numerous faint scars and burns that even the most diligent polishing and repair couldn't entirely remove.
Asuka was surprised to see that others had joined the small crowd that had gathered around the stage so that
the surrounding space was packed with curious faces.
As the two Agents stepped into the ring the Room's Warrant Officer stepped forward to meet them in the center.
"Before you begin, do you wish to know the name of the person you are about to destroy?"
Tachibana sneered.
"Why would I-"
The thin middle aged man turned a cold eye towards him.
"I was not addressing you."
For the first time a sharp prickle of unease made itself felt in the young Agent's stomach.
He looked at the other boy again, now seriously trying to find a clue as to the other's identity.
The only thing he could find were the dark intricate metal bracers on each arm which were
obviously his limiters. The name patch on the chest had faded to the point of illegibility,
and there were obvious patches and stitches that he could see on the shirt and pants now
that he was actually paying attention to the smaller details. Was this Agent so wasteful
with his money that he couldn't even afford to keep himself dressed properly?
"It's okay, Jin. I expect he'll tell us anyway."
The older man nodded and stepped back as the youth turned back to Tachibana, a faint smile on his lips.
"I don't suppose you remember the first Rule they taught you when you entered Aegis, Mr. Asuka Tachibana?"
Asuka glared at him. This rude brat wasn't even armed, so why did his skin feel like it was crawling up his arms?
And how dare he speak so patronizingly to him, a full fledged Numbered Special Agent!
"I AM AEGIS AGENT 031, SHOOTING STAR!!"
"Of course you are."
Asuka saw red.
"LIMITER: RELEASE!!"
The solid white bracelet on the left arm of his jacket chimed as it split open to reveal a complex
compact array of interconnected circuits that crackled with escaping energy as they disengaged
from each other. Brilliant flows of chromatic energy visible to the naked eye swirled around the
dark haired Agent as the weight of his unleashed power filled the room's atmosphere. Murmurs of
approval started to come from the crowd as they witnessed the Agent's unleashed strength. Some
of the newest recruits even jeered at the quietly standing pigtailed boy who still wore that faint
smile. Only the seasoned veterans watching from the sidelines grinned knowingly.
"ETERNITY EIGHT!!"
The scattered junk from Zetsui's training practice vanished as their component atoms were seized and reformed
into eight glowing emerald orbs the size of large softballs that started to orbit around Tachibana.
The other Agent merely nodded encouragingly at his opponent.
"Not bad."
A finger jabbed in his direction.
"Release your limiter! I want to settle this like men!!"
"Nah, no point really."
"Are you mocking me?!"
"No, I'm educating you. You might not be picking it up though."
"Why you! Who the hell do you think you are?!"
Ryuho's composed voice cut through the background noise like a hot knife through butter.
"His name is Ranma Saotome, Agent Tachibana."
"I'll teach you to respect your-oh shit."
The ranting agent's red face went bone white. He seemed to suddenly shrink inside of himself and the circle
of orbs whirling around him actually dipped close to the ground as they came to sudden halt.
The young men who had been jeering up until this point were now trying to become one with the floor.
Ranma shot his colleague an annoyed look.
"Oh come on. How the heck am I supposed to teach them all about Rule One if you just tell them like that?"
"My apologies, Sempai."
Saotome sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"I suppose it would be unfair to continue this now."
He sniffed and wrinkled his nose.
"And I think he needs a change of pants anyway."
Seeing that the show seemed to be over, Jin stepped out again.
"AGENTS! WHAT IS RULE ONE?"
Even the young men cowering on the floor mumbled along to the roar from the crowd: "DO NOT JUDGE OTHERS
BY THEIR APPEARANCE! ESPECIALLY THAT LITTLE GUY WITH THE PIGTAIL, YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO MESS WITH HIM, SERIOUSLY!!"
Ranma nodded happily. If only more people paid attention to Rule One, the world would be a much more peaceful place.
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Tadao Yokoshima moaned softly as he stared out the office window at the sunny day. He was starving again and it would be hours
until Okinu brought over lunch. Even after being brought back into the world of the living the former ghostly assistant still
remembered that a healthy young man could not survive on 255 yen an hour. It was so touching that it made him want to cry,
only he couldn't spare the energy to do so thanks to his lack of food. But he would not give up! Someday Mikami would see the
truth, that he was the only man for her!
He groaned a little louder. How much longer until lunch?
He was even beginning to hallucinate now. Look at all those flashing lights and the sirens....
Yokoshima's normally lecherous expression turned to confusion.
He looked up at the ceiling of the building.
"I'm not hallucinating those police cycles, am I?"
The building rumbled around him.
"No, you are not. I am detecting several people entering the kekkai."
"Oh hell! Not the National Tax Agency again! Damnit Reiko, why can't you ever pay your taxes on time!!"
His hunger forgotten, Tadao ran to the door that led to his boss's personal office and started hammering on the solid oak.
"Mikami! We've got company!!"
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"Is everyone in position?"
A chorus of soft affirmatives came in over his ear piece. Ranma drew his blaster from its side holster,
double checking to make sure that the orihalcon sidearm was set on stun. He motioned to Natsuki,
she nodded and moved to cover the other side of the building as he crept forward towards the front.
The Ghost Sweepers had invested heavily in protective warding, but they were designed primarily for spiritual threats.
It had been fairly simple to bypass the outer barrier, but that didn't mean there weren't other defenses in play.
He stepped carefully over an innocent looking tile, it seemed no different from the others except that it would not
have been a good idea to step on that particular tile.
He eased forward next to the large imposing door, his ears alert for the slightest sound coming from inside.
Then he stopped. Without even turning around he said, "Medaka, I told you to quit doing that."
Behind him, a busty uniformed girl with long dark hair was standing in a pose that mimicked Ranma's current position
almost perfectly except for the fact that she was holding a closed ornamental paper fan in one hand instead of a gun.
"And how many times have I told you, zip your vest *all* the way up."
The front of the young woman's protective vest was indeed lowered to the point where it seemed only a few centimeters more were
needed to let her abundant assets pop out.
"There is no embarrassment in showing off one's form! Also..."
Ranma barely managed to get out of the way as the front doors nearly burst out of their hinges in their haste to swing open.
A drooling blur shot out and headed straight for the still posing Kurokami Medaka.
As it leaped, it resolved itself into the form of Yokoshima.
"Let me comfort myself in your bosom-*WHAM*"
Medaka popped her now slightly dented fan open, revealing a metal framework that had been hidden under the outer paper shell.
"...It is the fastest way to open up a breach in the defenses."
Ranma stared at her, then at the unconscious grinning ghost sweeper on the ground and finally at the wide open entrance to the building.
"...must you always be so right like that?"
Kurokami's already impressive chest lifted up even further.
"Yes!"
The pigtailed agent sighed. It wasn't that he disliked Medaka, it was just that she always seemed to absorb all of his energy with her antics.
He'd known her since they had both been little, despite how bad his general memory was of that time period. Trying to forget about somebody
like Kurokami Medaka was impossible. Her abilities had manifested themselves almost from the time she'd been born and he'd been stuck with
her primarily because he was the only one who wouldn't be run over by the sheer strength of her personality. She had been determined that
they would be together in the future, he remembered that all too clearly. But then things had happened and he hadn't seen her again until
she'd been accepted into AEGIS three years ago. It had taken all of three seconds for Medaka to recognize him and hit him with a flying tackle
that had made those witnessing it wince. The outrageous little girl had matured into an energetic dark haired blue eyed beauty that had
no shame about displaying her body's perfection and saw no distinction in gender preferences.
But she had gotten the door open. No sense looking a gift horse in the mouth.
"Reiko Mikami! This is AEGIS! We know you're in there! Under Article One of the Magical Girl Control Act you are hereby informed that you have
been designated as a Magical Girl and official property of the Empire! You are ordered to surrender yourself into AEGIS custody immediately!!"
There was nothing but silence from inside the old building.
"She does not appear to be coming out."
This time Ranma's sigh of frustration was more emphatic.
"Just once I'd like to have an MG surrender peacefully, if only for the novelty value."
As if in response to his complaint, the door of the attached garage on the far side of the building
exploded in a shower of plastic and metal as a black BMW burst out at full throttle. The heavy car
tore along the sidewalk, swerving to get around the AEGIS vehicles that had blocked off the road
before taking off like a rocket. One of the cars that had been forming the blockade immediately
started up and went after her, its red and blue lights flashing and siren wailing like a banshee.
"Son of a bitch!!"
Ranma raised his wristcomm to his lips as he sprinted towards their cycles.
"Mai, she's heading north for the freeway."
"On it!"
High above them, the busty redhead took off in pursuit, the flaming rings
spinning on her arms and ankles leaving a burning trail behind her in the air.
"Natsumi, Miyuki, keep on her but don't engage until we get there!"
Far ahead the two catgirl officers enaged in pursuit acknowledged, "Nyaah! Rodger!!"
He looked back.
"Medaka, get him into custody and then secure the house with the cleanup team. We'll meet back at HQ."
Kurokami fired off a quick salute back to him as Saotome jumped into the sidecar attached to Natsuki's motorcycle.
Natsuki herself slid into her own seat only seconds later.
"Let's get her!"
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Reiko Mikami floored the accelerator as she narrowly avoided colliding with a large delivery truck that honked
in protest as she cut it off. In the seat next to her was a large brown bag that had been stuffed so full that
thick wads of high denomination yen notes were spilling out of it. Ever since her first brush with the Tax Department
she'd known that the government was keeping a sharp eye on her, but only in her worst nightmares had Mikami imagined
that AEGIS would be involved.
She wasn't going to get caught! She was not going to be transformed into an obedient little bimbo
to do the bidding of some groping government sleazebag!
She was Reiko Mikami and-
A crackling blast of blue energy flashed over the roof of her car.
"That's your only warning shot, Mikami! Stop making this so damn difficult!!"
She glanced up at the rear view mirror and cursed.
The little patrol car that had been keeping doggedly on her tail had been joined by a motorcycle with a sidecar mount.
Standing up in it with his sidearm drawn was that AEGIS agent who'd raided her house, a look of extreme annoyance
on his not exactly unattractive face.
Reiko shook her head wildly. No, that was what they wanted her to think!
It was time to employ countermeasures.
The Ghost Sweeper flipped a switch. A hatch popped open at the back of her vehicle
and a blizzard of paper wards began spilling out.
Mikami grinned nastily.
She heard the sudden squeal of rubber as the traffic behind her encountered the sudden
mess of cheap spirits being summoned en masse in front of them. The creatures weren't
powerful enough or intelligent enough to harm anyone, but they were very sticky and very
good at obscuring the view of any windshield or face that they came in contact with.
That should buy her at least-
The jolt of energy that struck her car actually made it shudder slightly
as the readouts danced for a moment before settling back down to normal.
No, it wasn't possible!
The two AEGIS vehicles in pursuit were still right there behind her!
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"Blast it! That car's been armored up!"
"Do you want me to summon Duran?"
"No! I'd like to complete at least one assignment without something expensive exploding!!"
Ranma ejected the power cartridge and loaded a new clip into his weapon.
"Miyuki!"
"Yes Sir?"
"Stun beams won't work, switch to concussion rounds. See if you can take out the tires."
"Acknowledged, Nyaah!"
"Okay Miss Mikami, let's see how you like this!"
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The back of the BMW actually rose several inches as the small explosion hit its rear bumper.
Reiko's eyes bulged with rage as she stuck her head out and shook an angry fist back at her pursuers.
"YOU ASSHOLES!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH FIXING THIS CAR COSTS?!!"
This was no longer simply about escaping with her freedom.
These people had just cost her a lot of money. This meant WAR!!
Her free hand groped around behind the back of her seat until it found the strap connected
to the long metal cylinder lying back there. She was on the main highway now, cars were crashing
into the sides to keep from colliding with her but they were minor details to her at this point.
Mikami slid out the metal tube and popped out the targeting sight. She veered left to avoid
a car that was inexplicably too stupid to move out of the way and saw that the way ahead was clear
of all signs of traffic.
Perfect!
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"oh shit."
Ranma didn't know where Mikami had gotten the the Light Anti-tank Weapon
she was pointing back at them from out of the driver's side window,
but he had a sudden horrible premonition of the immediate future.
He dropped down into the sidecar as Natsuki did a wild evasive maneuver that
brought his perch's wheels off of the ground as the warhead whistled past.
The motorcycle came to a screeching halt as his partner braked to avoid colliding with one of the concrete side barriers.
When the AEGIS agent stuck his head out it was to the sight of several burning vehicles behind them that had presumably
smashed into each other before being hit by the rocket.
Wounded drivers were either running or limping away from the wreckage and it didn't take a genius to realize why.
An overturned fuel truck was right there at the back of the pileup.
"I hate being right all the time," Ranma said bitterly as he scrambled out
to help with the evacuation efforts before the whole thing blew.
Well fine then. If that was the way she wanted to do things, then so be it.
He adjusted the frequency on his commlink and held it up to his lips as he ran.
"Atsuko, It's playtime."