Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Boy Meets Catgirl ❯ Episode One: Rumble in the Mighty Jungle! Enter the red Hot Tigress Mia-chan! ( Chapter 1 )

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Act II: Boy Meets Catgirl

 

Episode One: Rumble in the Mighty Jungle! Enter the red Hot Tigress Mia-chan!

 

By Sir Aaron Rowell

 

 

 

 

The night air slightly cooled the tropical warmth as the full moon shone eerily over the jungle, disturbed by the cries of a female in utter anguish. A cadre of men in long robes bound the girl onto the cross forcefully as the bikini-clad, light-green haired female tried futilely to fight them, her shouts getting louder as a jagged broadsword and the exotically robed high priest clothing approached.

 

A sparkle caught her attention, and she caught a glimpse of a bright silvery blue jewel attached to a platinum chain before she was gagged. The head priest took up the sword, raising it to the stars as it glinted with malice. “Tonight, my Brood. Is the night we unleash the God of Wind to aid us on our conquest of Phantasia as we sacrifice this young virgin. With this offering he will rise from the depths and crush our enemies!”

 

All of the men gave an appreciative roar in agreement as the girl tried desperately to break free. The high priest caressed her soft cheek, then gave the sacrifice a wild look and lashed out with the jagged blade, cutting through the swimsuit at her sternum and exposing her. As the priest was about to take the sword to the now sobbing girl again, it was knocked out of his hand with the resounding ricochet of a bullet on metal. The gunfire quickly found the back of his head.

 

Chaos ensued, each man was treated with a similar fate or blown away by grenades from a leftward second source as they tried to flee. As the smoke cleared, two figures revealed themselves, one dressed completely in military BDU's, boonie cap and the jungle's elements as camouflage while the other was dressed in simple woodland camouflaged fatigues. The heavily camouflaged young man looked at the other and said, “Wow… This was almost too easy.”

“Yeah… And here I thought The Brood would be more of a challenge,” the other young man as he takes his boonie cap off, revealing a mess of spiky violet hair. The quiet break was short-lived as they heard some angry grumbles coming from a certain young sacrifice. The heavily camouflaged soldier translated for the other, “I think she's trying to say `Get me off of this friggin' cross, you son of a bitch,' Corey.”

 

“Nah… Give me a sec… I'm enjoying the view,” the violet-haired soldier gave a Cheshire grin as he looked at the state of the girl's undress, making her blush madly.

 

Darren punches Corey on the head, “I don't think she appreciates the attention, Pervert! Cut her down from there now!”

 

“Alright… alright… You can be such a dick sometimes, Dee,” said the teen as he cut away the girl's bindings. Once free, she slapped the taste from Corey's mouth and cried on Darren's shoulder. The violet haired boy only muttered about a certain long haired pretty boy getting all the action. After Darren gave him a gruff look Corey took off his BDU top and gave it to the girl, “Sorry… I… I got carried away. I'm sure you're pretty cold so wear this until we get you to safety.”

“Why thank you… uh?”

“The name's Corey. This here is my partner and crime, my cousin Darren. We were sent here by your pops to rescue you from those jerkoffs over there.” The teen pointed to the group of dead bodies.

 

“So what's your name, Miss?”

“My name's Ivory. I thank you for saving my life.”

“No problem. Besides… we need to get you to the check point right away before more of those goons start following us.”

 

With much haste, the two soldiers of fortune took their bounty, but not before Corey snatching the platinum chain from the downed priest. On their way to the checkpoint, the two mercs sprayed each remaining member of the cult with rounds as they tried to futilely chase after them. Before long they reached the checkpoint where a helicopter was awaiting them. Without further interruption, they left the island jungle. Inside the chopper, Darren opened a briefcase, the monitor inside automatically turning on to a middle aged man with amber shades. “Well done, Corporal. You and Corporal Bassmaster have done a splendid job of rescuing Lord Tusk's daughter.”

“All in a days work, Commander; anyways how much is he paying us for this job?”

“He's saying that he's sending you 35,000 credits for the job.”

“With that stunt you pulled sending us this job during our vacation I should've charged you double!”

 

“Trust me, I will leave you alone for your vacation from this time forth. You two deserve it.”

“Damn right…”

“What was that, Corporal?”

“You heard me.”

“Yes… Anyways, the money will be giving to you as soon as the girl is safely in Lord Tusk's arms. Understood?”

“Understood, Sir; Darren Hawk over and out!”

 

Hours later after they sent the girl to her parents, the two mercenaries received their bounty of 35 grand and went on their happy way. They traveled the planet in their battle shuttle with a pair of big grins on their faces. Darren looks at his cousin and gloated, “Those jackasses couldn't even touch us. We wiped the floor with them.”

“That was too freaking easy.”

“Those jerks didn't even know what hit them.”

“Yeah.”

“By the way, what's that around your collar?”

 

“I jacked it from that uppity priest we capped. I think I could get some money off of it.”

“Damn, Corey… Do you really have to be such a thug?”

“Hey… It looked good. The ice was blinging so I shouldn't let it go to waste.”

“Whatever… Are we going to a vacation spot on this planet?”

“Yeah. I was told Phantasia got some pretty hot spots; especially Jalpa Island. Plenty of hot, gorgeous women.”

“Jalpa, huh? That place sounds so familiar….”

“And there's other places like Tanka, Valery Cross, Angela, Hyper City. Mad places. I think we should try Valery Cross. I heard there is a lotta hot bodied blondes out there.”

“Hmmm… sounds like a plan.”

After they set directions to their next location, the two mercs decided to rest from their long battle. As Corey was checking out one of their equipments in the main carrier bay, Darren was looked around to see if anything from the bay needed the proper maintenance. As he looked at one of the turrets, something jumped him from behind screaming, “Long live the Brood!”

“What the…! Get off you jackass”, yelled the teen as he flips the man over his shoulders. He then whips out a hand gun from one of their compartments and caps the attacker. Out of nowhere three more attackers tried to rush the duo. As one attacker bumps into Corey, which activates the Shuttle's bay door, Darren caps two more men. Suddenly a violent vaccum of air sucks in, bringing Darren into the exit. As Corey kills the offending Brood member, but he was too late to reach the switch in time as another of the attackers pulled Darren into the exit with him. All Corey could do was scream, “DARREN! NO!”

As they fell, the cultist grinned maniacally at the desperate merc, laughing. “Repent while you can, heathen, your fate is finally sealed. Long live the Brood!”

“Repent this, Asshole, “yelled Darren as he capped the man right between the eyes. He dove down after the body and grabbed it. “Congratulations, you get to be my cushion now,” he informed it, but before he could do anything else, the thick canopy of the jungle greeted him.

* * *

Rain water showered the cemetery creating a typical gloomy mood. A pair of caskets were surrounded by not only men in military dress uniforms, but family members dressed in black. One person in particular was a uniformed man who had a silver bird crest on his dark beret and shoulders, signifying his rank as a full bird Colonel. The Colonel stepped up the podium and said with a heavy heart, “Words cannot describe the pain that I feel today… We are here to say farewell to one of our own, a man who gave his life to ensure this galaxy's freedom and prosperity. This man was like a son to me. He worked and toiled to make sure his men were prepared and ready for battle, even at so young an age. Captain Devon Hawk, Commander of Company A, of the 6th Mechanized Special Forces was that man… But that is not the only thing that grieves me. The love of his life, Mrs. Terra Hawk soon joined him in death by not dying in battle, but of a broken heart. And now they both are now at peace knowing they will never leave each other's side…”

As the speech wore on, a little boy no older than seven years old ran off from the sight. The young boy collapsed against the roots of a tree dripping with water, crying as hard as his heart could allow, his nice black suit getting somewhat ruined from the wet soil and grass. As his crying slowed, he looked up at a girl his age who had appeared right in front of him. She was no older than seven years old and had long red hair tied into two loose ponytails and was dressed in a pink and white dress. She looked at the boy with sadness as she hands him a pretty flower, which he accepted whole-heartedly. Looking at how the boy's confused amber eyes stared at her, the girl then said, “My Momma's in heaven, too… What's your name?”

“D…Darren.”

“My name's Tamiya. But you can call me Mimi.”

 

“You can call me Dee-Dee,” said the boy as his boy's mood was shifting for the better. The kid's conversation was interrupted as his sister, a preteen girl with a mop of curly blonde hair walked up and said, “There you are! Grampa's worried about you. Come on before he has kittens!”

 

“Umm. Okay, Roxy. I'm coming,”

 

Darren regained consciousness, his fiery amber eyes opening to a view of the top of the jungle's canopy, hints of morning sunlight filtering down to him. He rolled over with a groan, getting up on his knees, the dead Brood attacker lying beside him. Darren surveyed both their damage; the other man looked crumpled from the impact, and not much worse than he felt. `Ow… Lucky I only got bruises. I could've died. Hey… Where the fudge am I?' mused Darren as he stretched the stiffness and sleep from his body, in preparation for a long hike.

 

He whipped out his combat knife and started slashing his way through the dense vegetation, stopping once to take off his BDU top and cuff his sleeves to bicep level. He fished out his mangled cell phone from his pocket. “Shit… Now how am I going to contact Corey? That dude's probably having a fit by now.”

 

He eventually found a clear path and followed it, thinking somehow it would lead him to civilization as prying jade eyes followed him. Darren paused at the uneasy sensation of being watched, but soon shrugged it off and continued his trek down the road. A young woman with a wild mane of hair and tattered clothing looked at another young woman with similar fashion, “It seems we have an outsider among us.”

 

“I see… and he's a handsome one indeed,” said another woman said with a smirk, “He's indeed a fine specimen, eh Little red?”

 

“Yes… Though he seems so familiar…” answered a red-haired girl.

“Oh? Is he an old boyfriend?”

“No…”

 

“Either way, we must get this male and properly show him our Jungle,” said the lead woman with a smirk as the rest of the pack nodded their heads in agreement.

 

Darren stopped short as the attractive jungle women, ranging from thirteen to twenty three, dropped from the branches above and blocked his path, ready to draw a variety of melee weapons. The lead female looked at Darren with a mix of seriousness and curiosity, “Halt! Stop where you are, Stranger.”

“Umm… Sorry. I was just looking for the closest place to civilization.”

“Heh… Oh really? My name is Nina and what brings you to our jungle?”

“Name's Darren. Well… I landed here by accident.”

“A likely story… Girls, attack,” yelled the woman as her squad of female warriors charged at the teen furiously.

“Hey!! What did I do?” asked Darren as he avoided each attack with caution. As he moved out of the way of danger he continued through his path with blazing speed, “Okay, I gotta get the hell outta here!”

“After him girls! Don't let him escape!”

 

He ran and ran, avoiding each attack from the girls while cautiously defending himself; none of them seemed evil, and he didn't want to hurt them. As he reached a dead end, a larger woman approaches him as she cracks her knuckles, “End of the line, Cutey. Are you coming with us peacefully or do we have to show some `force?'”

“What did I do to deserve this?”

“You're male,” answered the woman as she takes a swing at the merc, missing him as the fist crushed through a tree. Darren slides past the giant woman, and halfway across a wooden bridge over a river, when a jab from a bamboo pole into his stomach forced him back. He looked at the small girl in front of him tiredly and moaned, “Aww man… This one's a pole arms fighter.”

“Damn right! Surrender yourself, or you're goin'ta get it,” yelled the girl as she skillfully attacked, leaving him unable to dodge and uttering a constant stream of “ow”s, “ouch”es, or “oof”s. The pole arm girl then smiled and swung her pole downward for the finishing blow, only to see the dark-haired youth fade from view. She blinked at a sudden increase in the weight of her weapon, and located Darren balancing lightly on it. He smirked “You got skills, baby, but you're not that good. Ciao!”

 

“Hey!” yelled the girl as the merc jumped over her and sped off in breakneck speeds leaving the girl to fume at her failure. As he was nearing the open, he took the look of mad glee as he yells, “Yes! I'm home free!”

 

Suddenly his foot caught a vine and he was flung into the air upside down. “No… I was so close,” he complained gloomily.

 

Sweet laughter from amongst the trees followed his landing. “Did you really think you could escape our jungle that easily? Please! Nice try though.”

”I don't have time for this.” Darren whipped out his knife and slashed the vines apart, landing on his feet like a cat. “Who's there? Show youself?!”

 

“Okay, Lover boy, whatever you say,” giggled the voice. Soon after, Darren was now facing a beautiful young teenage girl of his age. She was dressed in only a white cutoff babydoll shirt with a red heart and short cutoff jeans. Her long beautiful scarlet hair was tied into a pair of loose ponytails. She looked at the dumbfounded merc and smiled, “I see you like the view.”

”Heh… I've seen better,” the long-haired boy said trying to hide his astonishment.

 

The redhead took a sour look and yelled, “Oh yeah? Well let's see you try to pass me, Honey, `cause I'm about to break your face!”

”Okay…. I don't usually hit girls, but for you, I'll make an exception,” Darren replied while assuming a fighting stance.

 

The redhead launched fury of kicks and punches, which Darren easily dodged. Soon he added his own attacks and the fight became dead even. The redhead then grabs Darren around the ribs and flings him backwards, executing a perfect belly-to-belly suplex, Sending our hero straight through a dead tree. As he recovers from his fall, he sees the young girl try to off him with a vicious stomp, which she nearly misses. The girl sent a roundhouse across the teen's jaw, sending him skyward. He recovered in midair to swing from the branches and onto the vines, when a pair of legs wrapped around his midsection from behind. “There's no escape… You're mine now!”

 

“Fat chance, girl! I'm gettin' outta here”, Darren yelled as he flung himself backwards and grabbed the redheaded Amazon with his own legs and threw her down, latching onto another vine rope in the process. The redhead quickly yanked him back, and he slid down. The longer the fight lasted, the more joyful Darren's opponent became. The redhead the smacked the teen with a leaping ax kick, sending him into the air. She followed with a bursting mule kick, sending him straight into a tall tree stump. As he leaned there dazed from the blows, the redhead ran a thumb across her throat signaling the end of their match. With a burst of speed, the girl ran straight to Darren, exploding with a barrage of kicks from all different directions, and finished the assault with a missile drop kick that sent Darren through the dead stump and rolling onto the ground. She smirked, “It's over.”

 

Darren was now mad and humiliated. He jumped onto his feet, encased in a vibrant fiery red aura. He looked at the redhead and said, “No… It's not over!”

 

“Wow… I like you even more, Babe. Let's get it on”, She tried to repeat the same move, but the now focused mercenary blocked each kick and grabbed the offending foot firmly. He then pulled the redhead close to him in a bearhug. The girl looked on with an odd mix of confusion and… joy as he soon threw her into the air. The teen soon jumped into the air and executed his patented move “the falling star” kick to send the redhead into one of the larger trees, knocking her unconscious. Darren then points his thumb downwards, “Thy Game… Is over!”

 

With a tinge of guilt, Darren walked up to the downed girl to see if she was okay. As the teen got closer, the redhead's bright green eyes shot open and she then glomped onto him like a vice wrench to a donut. With the look of surprise he saw the girl looked at him with mad glee, “great match, Dee-Dee. I missed you.”

“Dee-Dee? Mimi, is that you?”

“Here's a hint.” The redhead kissed the mercenary with much passion.

 

She eventually freed him, allowing Darren to say, “Mimi… It's been awhile.”

“Sure has…hyah!” yelled Mimi as she drove a fist into the boy's gut, sending him back to dreamland. She picks him up in a fireman's carry. “You'll always be mine, Dee-Dee. Welcome to your new home.”

 

*To Be Continued*