An Insanity, Inc. Fanfic Production

  The main TAC laboratory was filled with hulking machines and rows of
specimens contained in test tubes. Matsudaira Asuza weaved among the
machines gracefully, her eyes raptly gathering all the precious
information she could possibly hold. This was what gave her her ultimate
high; the power of scientific experimentation. *Now, if only I could get a
hold of my ultimate specimen....*

  There was a creak behind her, followed by the sound of feet shuffling
inside. She turned, expecting to see her boss Kunikida, or possibly
Momiji...

  What she saw made her heart quicken.

  Kusanagi Mamoru stood in the doorway, a embarassed flush blossoming on
his face. He seemed to have grown almost a foot taller overnight; his
clothes were *way* too tight, giving Matsudaira a grand view of his...
well, let's just say he looked *damn* hot! A few wisps of green hair
seemed to peek over the open chest of his shirt. That wasn't the oddest
thing, however; his body seemed to be covered in a heavy dusting of yellow
powder, which he shed bits of with every step. "Um... I think there's
something wrong with me..." he squeaked, his voice cracking midway through
the sentence.

  Matsudaira positively glowed with excitement. "Oh, I'm *sure* I can help
you out...."

*~*

  Heard from behind the lab door:

  "Uh, what are you going to do with those handcuffs?"

  "Shut up and hold still; I've got to get a specimen from you..."

*~*

  The TAC stood in the main office, gaping at the figures that stood
before them. "What th' hell happened to you, Kusanagi?" Koume managed to
sputter out.

  Matsudaira answered, "It seemes that our *friend* here," and she winked
at the hapless Aragami teen, "is undergoing a belated case of maturity."

  The group stared in incomprehension as Kusanagi scratched his head
nervously; the flowers growing in his hair waved with the motion.

  "In other words," the scientist said, "Kusanagi is a late bloomer."

  The entire TAC facefaulted.


Never coming to the FFML (at least not from me)...

Asuza's Fantasies
or
What Mastudaira meant in the last Omake Theater by "kinky thoughts"

                *~* Jess, the LilTigre *~*
       *~*Itsuki-no-miya of the Kusanagi Jinguu*~*

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