Subject: FW: [FFML] [NUKU NUKU] All Purpose Cultural Arisa, Part 1
From: "Jeffrey Cornish" <boy_scout@msn.com>
Date: 3/29/1999, 3:09 AM
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From: Jeffrey Cornish [mailto:jeffrey.cornish@gte.net] 
Sent: Sunday, March 28, 1999 10:58 PM
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Cc: Mark Allen Davis; Sky; Keith Alan Johnston
Subject: [FFML] [NUKU NUKU] All Purpose Cultural Arisa, Part 1


All Purpose Cultural Arisa, Part One.
Jeffrey Cornish, 1999

<credits>
Thanks to Sky and Miko for ideas.  

To Miko: "Okay!  I finally wrote one, just like I'd been threatening!  
Mhuu-hah-hah-hah!  Oh, by the way, thank you for the edits."

To Sky:  "I got my story on the FFML before you did!  Nyah Nyah!"

This story takes place somewhere between the events of Episode one and 
Episode six of the original OVA, or maybe in an alternate dimension.  
The Nuku Nuku TV series is funny, but fluff (I mean, really, 
Akiko-sama should _NOT_ get hurt along with her underlings).  
I haven't seen the new OVA so I don't use it at all in here.

If you haven't seen All Purpose Cultural Cat Girl Nuku Nuku, who was 
created by the inestimable Yuzo Takada and is owned by the excellent 
Starchild company, you need to rent (or better) buy it to make your 
anime collection complete and your life happy and full.  No 
infringement of copyright is intended.  Do not charge money to show 
this to your friends or Operative A's torso will be found at your 
doorstep!  Ewww!

C&C is invited.

</credits>
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. . .

Darkness gave way to a pale orange fireball.  Plush office 
furniture turned a jaundiced pink from the television screen playback.  
Three women watched four billion yen of high-tech military hardware 
fall from the skies.  The camera panned down to capture the moment it 
impacted, reducing four blocks of abandoned warehouses to so much scrap 
metal.

Two of the women continued to watch passively, one seated and the 
other standing. The last woman, standing beside her partner, gritted 
her teeth as the stricken craft rose, cartwheeling and ablaze, before 
it crashed into the base of a watertower.

"It is obvious that our current methods of attempting to match 
the android's speed, agility and strength, as well as using 
overwhelmingly superior firepower, have come to naught," said the 
woman, sitting dispassionately in her chair, as she continued to watch 
the video. Swiveling to face the women who stood at attention before 
her, she continued.

"We must find another way to defeat it, find a weakness we can 
exploit."

The room lights turned on and the dark-haired woman broke her 
silence angrily, leaning forward to strike the black marble desk with 
her hands.

"My Lady!  We can use the new plasma projection rifles that 
Department G has just finished testing in Hokkaido.  Our targeting unit 
was tracking the android perfectly, it's just that the missiles were 
too slow.  My Lady!  If we could just..."

"No.  I have made my decision.  We must find a different way to 
deal with the android."  The woman sitting behind the desk paused, 
steepling her fingers in thought.

"Every weapon made has a weakness, even Atsuko Natsume."  Akiko 
Mishima, President of the mighty Mishima Heavy Industries corporation 
paused, watching the android prance past the smoking wreck that had 
been one of her company's new 'Panther-2' VTOL fightercraft.

The girl on the screen had crimson hair, a happy smile and wore a 
somewhat singed school uniform.  The camera tracked her as she bounced 
down the street and into the midst of several boys also wearing school 
uniforms.  The magnified view showed her stopped in the midst of the 
boys, smiling and laughing.

"I am convinced that the android's weakness lies in her 'social 
combat skills' -- in other words, her ability to interact with others.  
If we are to defeat her, then it will be through her deficient 
interpersonal relationship skills."

Arisa Mitamura and Kyouko Koitabashi, executive assistants to the 
President of MHI, looked at each other, puzzled at their Lady's words. 
"Social Combat Skills?" they both murmured.

"But my Lady!  Surely the new Mark I Bolo that the heavy tank 
division is finishing will give us the edge.  Kyouko and I..."

Akiko flashed an angry look that froze the two women with fear.  
"Arisa!  I am not accustomed to being questioned.  Now have you two 
fully recovered from your injuries?  I expect you to plan and execute a 
campaign of covert surveillance on the android NK-1124 that will reveal 
what her precise weaknesses are and how we can best use them against 
her.  I will expect results within 72 hours."

. . .

Arisa closed the doors and turned to Kyouko, fuming.  "Attacking 
a robot with superior social skills.  I have never heard of anything 
more ridiculous!"

Kyouko stood here, clutching a folded sheet of paper, and sighed.

Crossing her arms, Arisa half turned away from Kyouko, and 
continued to speak sharply.

"I mean, how are we going to defeat that schoolgirl android, 
invite her out for tea?  Take her to a baseball game?  Go dancing at a 
fancy restaurant?  I just don't understand..." Arisa stopped and 
glanced at Kyouko, who had not moved a millimeter.

"You weren't very much help in there.  We could have probably 
changed her mind on the tank.  At least we could use the infrared 
sensors on it.  They could pick out a gnat blushing twenty kilometers 
away!"

Arisa glanced sidelong at her partner.

"Hey, Kyouko."  Arisa turned to the blonde, tapping her on the 
shoulder with impatience.  "Are you alright?"

Kyouko looked blankly at her partner for a moment, her thoughts 
Obviously very distant.  Arisa was puzzled--Kyouko was usually much 
more attentive than this.

Blinking, Kyouko smiled sunnily at Arisa.  "Huh?  What did you 
say Arisa?  Oops, I almost forgot to give this to Akiko-sama!"

"I'll be right back, Arisa," Kyouko giggled as she re-entered the 
office of Akiko Mishima waving the papers she clutched.

Arisa, nonplussed, wondered if the blow to the head Kyouko taken 
was much greater than the doctors said when the water tower had 
collapsed on their Panther-2 fighter jet.  "Or maybe her brains got 
zapped when the water poured in and shorted her computer."  She peered 
into the office where Kyouko stood at attention before Akiko-sama.

Akiko was reading Kyouko's papers and speaking quietly to her.  
Arisa overheard "...this all appears to be in order.  Are you certain 
you want to take your leave now?"

"What?"  Arisa said with alarm, rushing back in.  "Leave?  Leave?  
How can you take leave?  Kyouko, what are you..."

With a stern glance and a cough Akiko silenced the gun-woman.  
"Arisa. Kyouko has applied for three days vacation."

"What?!?  When did _she_ get vacation time?  I thought we lost 
all of our vacation time after we lost..." Arisa paused.  "I mean that 
schoolgirl android destroyed the Mark X battleroid in the middle of 
Tokyo Bay."

Kyouko looked at Arisa smugly.  "Arisa, remember how you went to 
that three-day advanced weapons show last year?"

Arisa sighed and smiled thinking of all of those wonderful rifles 
she'd seen.  "Yes," she breathed.

"I didn't.  I still have three days off."

Arisa's face fell.  "But..."

Turning to Akiko, Kyouko bowed deeply, straightened and turned, 
leaning close to Arisa.  Patting Arisa on the shoulder and said 
conspiratorially "See ya in a few days, partner!"

Watching Kyouko leave, Arisa found her own thoughts a muddle of 
worry and anger.  "I don't see how she can leave when _we_ are supposed 
to be covertly watching the NK-1124," she grumbled.

"Just close the door on your way out, Arisa.  I expect a complete 
report in three days," Akiko said, turning to her computer screens 
filled with revenue projections.

. . .

Alone in the Mishima Employee's changing room, Arisa Mitamura 
opened her locker and carelessly tossing her pink secretarial uniform 
inside.  Putting on her street clothes and 'Mishama' leather jacket, 
she frowned at the singe-marks that blackened one sleeve.

"Ha!  I'll be able to afford a new jacket with the bonus that we. 
I mean that I will earn from this mission!" Arisa said out loud.

Then she sighed, heavily, her boastful confidence slipping away.

'I just don't understand what has got into Kyouko's head', she 
thought.  Rummaging for a moment in the mass of papers, boxes and 
clothing cluttering the locker floor, she found a holstered pistol.  
Drawing the weapon out, she cocked it and sighted down the barrel.

"Actually she has been acting rather strange.  After we had both 
been released from the hospital I found all that junk in the bathroom.  
Perfumes and stuff.

"Where is my clip of hollowpoint ammo?" she muttered, feeling 
around the top shelf of her locker.  Retrieving it, she sat down on the 
bench that divided the rows of lockers, weighing the full clip in her 
hand.

"Could it be that she is seeing someone?" Arisa asked aloud in 
the empty room.  "She did get that new dress.  And she missed 'The 
adventures of Usagi Yojimbo' two nights ago.  We never miss that unless 
we're on assignment.  She didn't ask me to record it, even."

They'd watched the American written anime of the adventures of 
the wandering samurai rabbit since the series had premiered a year ago.  
Every Tuesday was their 'Bunny with Dashio' night!  

In a low voice she said "Maybe she has a boyfriend?"

She slapped the clip into the pistol, holstering it.  "No.  
That's impossible.  Neither of us are that lucky."

. . .

The clerks and workers in the cavernous Mishima Heavy Industries 
Nerima warehouse were used to handling some of the deadliest weapons 
known to mankind.  These hearty workmen did not tremble at the row upon 
row of mighty fighting machines designed to devastate cities.  Nor were 
any concerned with the deadly armaments, from conventional explosives 
to exotic energy weapons, that were stored throughout the building.

However, the men of the MHI Nerima storage facility were deathly 
afraid of one slim, dark-haired executive assistant, who was currently 
holding a gadget-bespeckled construction of coaxial tubes labeled "MHI 
LASER Bazooka, Mk II -- Danger: 75 megawatt power, do not look directly 
at or near LASER beam."

"What do you mean I have to fill out a K5-stroke-B form to check 
this out?  I never had to do that before!" Arisa bullied the balding 
man who sat behind the checkout counter.

The clerk swallowed and handed the form back to Arisa.  "I'm 
afraid this is the way we've always done this ma'am.  If you could just 
sign here."

"I guess that Kyouko does all of this stuff usually," Arisa said 
with an impatient growl.  Scrawling her signature onto the form, she 
slung the Laser weapon over her shoulder and hefted two boxes full of 
everything she though she would need for the operation.

Striding across the warehouse despite the heavy load she carried, 
Arisa smiled cruelly.  "I'll show them!  I'll show them all!!  Now I'll 
plan the mission out and execute it on my own."  Arisa's laugh sent 
shivers down the spines of every worker within earshot.

"I don't need that... that... bimbo!"

She never saw the smaller woman walking across her path.  In a 
hail of grenades, ammo clips, food rations and papers the two women 
tripped one another.

"Gomenasai!" yelped the blonde.

"What where you're going you foolish..."  Arisa froze when she 
realized who it was.  Kyouko was already gathering up items that had 
fallen out of Arisa's boxes.

"Kyouko?" Arisa said pleadingly.  "What are you doing here?  I 
thought you were..."

Kyouko smiled goofily at Arisa.  "I haven't left yet, silly.  I 
had to check out the backup avionics computer on the Poison-5 before I 
quit.  It still isn't benchmarking as high as the old computer on the 
Poison-4," she sighed.

"Er, yeah.  Um, so Kyouko..." Arisa said awkwardly.

"Yes Arisa-chan?"

"Who... I mean what are you doing on your vacation?"

Kyouko looked at Arisa with the same far-off look she'd had 
outside Akiko-sama's office earlier.  "Would you quit making that 
foolish-looking face!" Arisa snapped.

Kyouko blinked, then blushed.  "I'm sorry, Arisa, it's just 
that..." She looked at her watch and said with shock, "Ohlookatthetime!  
Sorry Arisa, I'm going to be really, really late unless I leave right 
this second.  I'll tell you all about it when I get back, okay?"

Gathering up the papers she had dropped, Kyouko hurried off 
towards the exit.

"Kyouko," Arisa said quietly, and then finished picking 
everything else that had spilled onto the floor.

. . .

In Arisa's opinion her plan for what she dubbed 'Operation: 
Debutante' began as a rousing success.  She had ample short, medium and 
long range weapons, grenades, a pair of claymore mines and the best-
selling Mishima Heavy Industries' "Duct Blind" urban sniper nest.  With 
these weapons, a map of the school complex and a timetable of classes 
that the Android NK-1124 attended, she began to plan her mission.

Form follows function, her instructor had once told her.  "Or do 
I have that backwards?" she thought briefly.  She immediately dismissed 
the notion with a laugh.

"Oh well, I'll make the tools I have work," she said with a 
wicked smile.

Planning was simple: given the weapons she had, how could she 
best achieve the goal of finding the android schoolgirl's 'Social 
Combat Skills'?

"Lets see, I have the battlesight recorder on the Laser Bazooka 
to take video and notes.  I can probably herd the other students around 
with flash-bang grenades.  And if all else fails, I can have Kyouko go 
down and..."

She stopped on that thought.

"Oh, yeah, no Kyouko."

That meant no tapping into phone lines, no hacking into the 
school mainframe and using only her limited satellite imagery 
interpretation skills.  "I don't think I can do anything like mistake 
the Tokyo Tower for a missile launch site again," she said confidently.

After circling where she would set up on the roof of the 
Elementary School she gathered her supplies and left to find a bus that 
would take her.

. . .

For some reason small bugs started appearing in Arisa's plan.

Arisa pushed her sunglasses up to cover her eye's as she entered 
the door of the bus.  Dropping the boxes she carried to the floor, she 
reached in her pocket for the fare, looking at the driver when he 
cleared his throat.

"Just a minute, I'm looking for change already," she snapped, 
fumbling as she searched her pockets.

The bus driver asked, "Miss, could you tell me what you are 
bringing on my bus?"

Arisa looked at the driver and realized what he was looking at.  
Nervously she laughed "Oh ho ho!  You mean this thing?"  She thumbed at 
the Laser Bazooka slung onto her back.

"Ah, yes.  I don't think I can let you bring a weapon onto the 
bus."

"Oh, but it's not a weapon!  It's a, er. Plant stand!"

"But it says 'Danger: Laser'."

Arisa's forced a smile as she paid her fare.  "Well, that's just 
a label.  Pay it no mind!"

. . .

Arisa stood waiting for the next bus.  As it pulled up she 
slipped through the rear door marked 'exit only.'  Luckily a sizable 
crowd was waiting to board at the front so she avoided the driver's 
attention.

With a sigh she slumped into the rear seat of the bus, placing 
her boxes beside her.  She opened one and looked around inside.  
Pulling out a small binder that was labeled 'Mishima Anti-Tank Laser 
(MATL, Mark II)'

An old woman walked down the aisle toward Arisa.  "Excuse me, 
young lady," she said.

Arisa ignored her as pages fell out of the manual.  "Dammit, half 
the manual is gone!  I must have lost them when Kyouko made me drop my 
stuff."

"Excuse me," the old woman said insistently.  "You are taking up 
the entire bench."

Arisa glanced over her sunglasses at the woman.  "Sorry, grandma.  
You'll have to sit somewhere else."

"Well I never!" the old woman said, appalled, and turned back 
towards the front.

Arisa ignored her as she shuffled through the manual's disordered 
pages.  "Where's the 'quickstart' steps.  Oh, here's part of them," she 
mumbled.

Flicking a cover off the side of the Laser she flipped a few 
switches that caused the device to beep.  Pressing a red button and 
flicking a lever to a setting marked "Pre-Heat" the Laser began to hum 
loudly.

Looking up, Arisa saw a number of passengers looking back at her 
with worried expressions.  "Mind your own business, would you!" she 
yelled.

The bus bumped and rattled along as Arisa followed the 
instructions from what she had of the manual.

Suddenly the bus stopped for a long while.  This only made Arisa 
happy because all of the bus's jerking around had made connecting the 
ground wire to a recessed terminal very difficult.  "Yeah, it's 
finished!" she exclaimed to herself when it was finally screwed down 
tight.

Then Arisa realized that the bus was very quiet and there were 
footsteps approaching.  She looked up.

All of the passengers on the bus were staring at Arisa.  This 
didn't worry her as much as the bus driver who was walking back towards 
her, cracking his knuckles.

'I am sure he wouldn't throw off a cute girl like me,' Arisa said 
putting on a crooked smile, and trying to hold the laser cannon 
innocently across her lap.

. . . 

"Bastards!  You can't abandon me like this! I'll, I'll get my 
revenge on you!"

On the side of the road Arisa finished yelling at the departing 
bus and picked up her boxes and looked at the street signs.  

Smiling evilly, she gloated "I may have been tossed off the bus 
rudely, but only three blocks from the school.  My luck is changing 
already!

. . .

Panting as she reached the front of the school building, Arisa 
stopped as an elderly gentleman stepped into her path.  Looking 
critically at the laser weapon strapped to her back, as well as the 
cases in her hands, he asked "Excuse me, young woman, but could you 
explain what you are doing?"

"And who are you?" she asked irritably.

"I am Principle Tokomasu, the head of administration for this 
school.  Who are you?"

Arisa had panicked momentarily before she came up with a perfect 
cover line.  "Er...I'm with the, the... Natural Gas Company.  I'm here 
to... examine the gas pipes on your roof."

The principle said flatly, "Really?  I didn't think we used gas 
in this building.  Could you explain what the device you are carrying 
is for?"

Arisa smiled, sweating.  "Device?"

"The device on your back that says 'LASER, 75 megawatts'?"

"Uh," Arisa had glanced around, looking for some cover she could 
dive behind. Things were not going as smoothly as she'd planned.  "It's 
for, um..."

Then a flash of inspiration struck her.  Smiling confidently she 
stated, "its the latest in LASER surveying devices from Mishima Heavy 
Industries.  I'm going to measure the distance from her to... Tokyo 
Tower, which I can assure you is not a missile launch site.  I'm doing 
this for the Gas Company."  Arisa laughed at her cunning recovery.

The administrator, who looked as if he had just swallowed a frog, 
simply replied, "Oh, I see.  Well please do not interfere with any of 
our classes Miss..."

"It's Miss Takahashi.  With the Tokyo Natural Gas Department."  
Arisa could feel her trigger finger itch.  She needed to ditch this old 
man soon and get to the roof.

"Ah, yes.  Well, please be careful up there," the man said and 
turned to speak with a young child.

Walking up the front steps leading inside, Arisa wiped sweat from 
her forehead.

'Perfect.  Now I just have to go to the top of the elementary 
school and set up to spy on that idiot schoolgirl android,' she 
thought, and entered the school.

She found a back stairway and jogged up to the roof.  Setting up 
her sniper nest near the edge was as easy as the 'Duct Blind' package 
said; just pull the cord and stand back.  From here, in what should 
appear to be an ordinary rooftop air-conditioning unit, she had the
perfect vantage point to observe the activities of her quarry 
outside during the midday recess.

Arisa heard a bell ring and checked her watch.  Recess was a 
half-hour earlier than scheduled.  "So much the better," she said.

With a smile Arisa kneeled, swiveling the Laser Bazooka's full 
spectrum sight around so she could look through it.  "Now I don't have 
to wait as long," she chuckled.

"Start voice recorder.  Testing one, two, three.

"Arisa Mitamura recording notes on phase one of Project 
'Debutante' surveillance.  I have an excellent view of the grounds 
surrounding the high school.

"I am seeing many students.  I have not spotted the target as of  
this time.

"Hmm, these students seem a little shorter than what I remember 
from high school.

"Some of them have Pokemon lunch boxes.

"Some of them have... Hello Kitty???  What in the hell?"

Arisa realized that there was something seriously wrong with her 
plan.

Then from behind her she heard a pair of feet dropping to the 
roof.  Arisa pivoted around with the Laser cannon until a smiling girl 
with crimson hair swung into her sights.

"Konichiwa!  Is that you Arisa-san?"

"I must be imagining things!" Arisa exclaimed.

"No you are not Arisa-san!" Nuku Nuku said cheerfully.  "It is 
good to see you again.  Are you feeling better?" 

"How, how did you?" Arisa began to sweat

"I volunteered to come up here and fix the High School's 
satellite dish.  I'm afraid it didn't take me very long so I decided to 
lay in the sun for a little while."  Nuku Nuku pointed at the stairwell 
that supported a communications dish on one end.  "I hope I didn't 
scare you!  This is such a surprise!"

"Hi-High School?  This is the High School?"

"Yes, and Redbird Elementary is right over there!  That's where
Ryunosuke attends school."

In a small, dejected voice Arisa said "I went to the wrong 
building?"

Hefting the Laser Bazooka, Arisa aimed at Nuku Nuku.  "Stupid 
schoolgirl android!  I'll teach you to make a fool of me!"

Nuku Nuku pointed the weapon, saying innocently "Uh, Arisa-san, 
do you know that..."

"Be silent, impudent machine!  I will finish you for once and for 
all!" Arisa squeezed the grip.

There was a whine and hum as the Laser Bazooka poured out a 
blisteringly bright beam for a couple seconds before it ceased to fire 
in a whir of cooling fans.

Oddly, it seemed to a have no effect on the catgirl android.

"What the hell!  Why didn't you vaporize!" Arisa yelled 
furiously.

Nuku Nuku ignored her.  Walking to the edge of the roof, hand 
over her Mouth, she said, "I think you were holding it backwards."

"Well, of course I was holding it.... Whaa???"  Arisa dropped the 
laser and turned to see the Elementary School building with a gaping 
hole burnt straight through it.

"Oops."

. . .

Ryunosuke crawled out from beneath his desk.  He had spotted one 
of his mother's secretaries and Nuku Nuku on the roof of the high 
school just moments before.  Luckily his self-preservation instincts, 
honed by two years of living with his Dad and Nuku Nuku, had kicked in.

Looking up he saw that whatever it was had vaporized the roof of 
his class, the biology lab above and melted the roof air conditioning 
unit.

'Wow, that's three floors just burnt away.  Lucky it was lunch 
and nobody was up there'

'Well,' he thought, waving at Nuku Nuku, 'At least I do not have 
to worry about the biology exam today.'

. . .

Nuku Nuku waved back at Ryunosuke.  "Ryunosuke is so clever!  He 
ducked just in time!  Arisa-san, do you think..."

Nuku Nuku frowned as she suddenly noticed Arisa's silence.  Her 
extended sensors popped out and she leapt, avoiding another laser 
blast, this time fired directly at her.

. . .

The tiny tracking computer couldn't keep up with the android's 
evasive moves, so Arisa was left to fire the laser cannon manually, 
which was fine with her.  She fired a fourth time, missing the cyborg 
by a wide margin.

"Hold still so I can kill you!"

"Arisa, you sound like Eimi-chan when she comes over to play!"

"ARRRGGGHHH, I will make you pay, robot!"

Nuku Nuku leapt directly over Arisa who, because of the length of 
the laser bazooka, was forced to track across, with the Elementary 
School in her sights and...

Nuku Nuku landed and prepared to counter Arisa's next move.  
However, Arisa wasn't shooting at her anymore.  The Office Lady stood 
transfixed, looking through the Laser Bazooka's sight, down at the base 
of the elementary school.

With the threat of combat over for now Nuku Nuku's ear-like 
sensor antenna folded back and disappeared under her long crimson hair. 
Cautiously she approached the Arisa who just stared down at the ground 
several stories below.

"Arisa-san?  Are you okay?"

Arisa's breath was drawn in short sobs.  Finally she said just 
one word.  "Kyouko."

Nuku Nuku ran up and shoved Arisa to the side, nearly knocking 
her off the roof.  "Kyouko-san is here?  Where?  Where?  Let me see!  
Oooh, she's with a man!  Why are they walking out of the Elementary 
School together?"

Arisa sat down in shock.  "She's going on vacation with a man!"

. . .

Arisa was numb.  "First Kyouko goes on vacation without me, then 
she leaves town with some man she's never told me about," she said 
despondently.

Nuku Nuku smiled as she unlocked the door to the apartment where 
she lived with Kyusaku Natsume and Ryunosuke.

"Oh, don't worry Arisa-san.  I will make you some tea and I think 
I have some fishcake left over from last night.  I'm sure that Papa-san 
can help us figure out where Kyouko-san has gone and what she is 
doing."

The apartment was small, but very tidy.  Nuku Nuku set down 
Arisa's two boxes of supplies.  Arisa stood, dazed, holding the Laser 
Bazooka, it's energy pack now spent.  After an awkward moment Nuku Nuku 
took the weapon and placed it upright in the closet next to the front 
door.

Arisa could see several other weapons in the closet, many of them 
damaged.

"Is that a missile?"

"Yes, Arisa-san.  When you leave you can take all of these that 
belong to Mama-san with you."  Nuku Nuku donned an apron with a picture 
of a cat on it. "Papa-san keeps on forgetting to take them back to her.  
But please leave the really big gun that is in the back corner--that's 
Eimi-chan's."

Nuku Nuku disappeared into the kitchen, yelling "Make yourself at 
home, Arisa-san!  I will make the tea in just a moment."

Arisa looked around.  Several pieces of furniture appeared to 
have been repeatedly broken and repaired.  She found the sturdiest-
looking chair and sat down in it, breathing a sigh of relief.

"How have I gotten myself into this situation?  Lady Akiko would 
not approve."  After a moment a sly grin appeared on her face.  "Still, 
now I can get really good, up-close data on that idiot android 
schoolgirl and..."

Nuku Nuku leaned out the doorway to the kitchen.  "Arisa-san, are 
you speaking to someone?"

Arisa smiled and said "Oh, me?  No, no.  I wasn't talking to 
anyone.  Um, is the tea ready?"

Nuku Nuku smiled.  "In just a minute.  The water is boiling right 
now.  Would you like ginger or catnip tea?"

Arisa sweated.  She hated ginger tea.  As for catnip, she didn't 
know when she wouldn't feel ill at the smell of catnip, after the 
disaster that this android had caused at her Lady's restaurant, 
"Akie's."

"Ginger tea would be nice."

. . .

The afternoon wore on.  Arisa sipped at her tea and swallowed the 
vile substance.  Nuku Nuku was knitting contently and staring at Arisa, 
who avoided her gaze.

"Hey, android."

"Yes Arisa-san?" Nuku Nuku said happily.

"Quit calling me that.  When will Kyusaku Natsume be home?  We've 
been waiting for hours."

"Oh, Papa-san is already here.  He is very hard at work in his 
office."

"But I thought he was your home room teacher."

"He is taking some vacation so he can work on his greatest 
invention ever."

Arisa goggled at that, then set her teacup down with a clatter. 
Irritated she said, "Does everyone get vacation time but me?"

	Nuku Nuku took a last sip of her catnip tea and, setting the cup 
onto the table.  "I'm sure that Papa-san will be able to help you find 
out why Kyouko-san is..."

	Arisa leapt up, her face flush.  "I know that!  That's why I came.  
Instead we've just been drinking and wasting my time!"

	Nuku Nuku looked at Arisa with some confusion.  "I thought that 
you would like to rest for a while with a nice cup of tea.  You looked 
very tired and Papa-san has told me it's only polite to let a guest 
rest for a little while before conducting any business.  Did I let you 
rest too long?"
 
	Arisa sputtered, wordless with anger.  After a moment she 
mastered her fury enough to ask, "Where.  Is.  His.  Office."

	"I hope that I haven't made you unhappy, Arisa-san," Nuku Nuku 
said contritely.  "His office is just down the hallway on the right."

Down the short hallway to the bedrooms, she opened the door to 
what looked like a closet.  Air, thick with cigarette smoke, wafted 
out.

Arisa took a breath, and ducked to enter.

"Hey!  Professor Natsume?  I need to talk with you."

End of Part one.