Opening Notes: Well it's been a long time since this fic has "graced" (okay,
stirred up trouble ^_^;;) the FFML. And quite a few rewrites had to be done,
as that a lot of typos and minor grammer mistakes passed my eyes.
I'm sure this'll be ignored greatly -like pretty much all my works- by you
all. So I'll just get on with the fic'.
Enjoy. ^_^


[Disclaimer]: All anime characters and references are the property of their
respective owners and creators, and are used without pemission or them
knowing about it. Sable is the creation and proberty of Chris Willmore, and
is used without consent. All RPML characters are the creations and property
of their respective owners, and are used with permission. All RPML-2025
characters are the property of Peter "Petes-kun" Detenbeck and KanRi
Productions.



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RPML-2025: A New Beginning

By: Peter "Petes" Detenbeck
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                "Welcome to the 21st century."
                -Ash, Army of Darkness


Nerima, 2025

        The woods seemed to be against Shichi Ukiuki today. They would easily
let his friend pass by, but Shichi would get the receiving end of the
branches and roots.

        And this wasn't a good thing, with three soldiers flying after them.

        <Almost there... Just a bit further...> He thought to himself.

        *WONK*

        Suddenly he ran into a wall.

        <Scratch that, I AM there...> He thought as he took the moment to
rub his nose. The noises of their pursuer's grav sleds could be heard coming
closer.

        <Crap.> Shichi then raised one finger on his left hand, and pressed
it hard against the wall. "BAKU CHAI TEN KE CHU!"

        A small part of the wall exploded from his technique and he made his
way through. He ran into the streets as he left the Central Park and dashed
into an alley.

        "Took you long enough," a female voice mocked slightly. From behind a
dumpster a girl in a white and red nylon body suit and a red leather jacket,
stepped out. "I thought you'd at least outrun me if not our friends." She
smirked, her yellow eyes flashed briefly in the dark. She brushed aside some
of her purple-pink hair from her eyes and as she grinned, one of her
Ryouga-esk fangs showed.

        "Oh be quiet Oniko..."

        "Hey don't tell me to be quiet, remember who'd win in a fight between
us."

	"Last I checked I won," said Shichi with a grin on his face.

        "If you two don't mind my interjecting I'd like to say something," a
new voice said, apparently coming from a nearby-parked van. Leaning against
it was a man in his mid forties, dressed in a gray business suit. A scar ran
down the left side of his face. "You shouldn't have attacked the killer
factory."

        Oniko shoved Shichi aside before he could say anything. "We did just
fine, and it's not a killer factory, it's the KCF Sable production center."

        The man just scoffed. "It can be called the great glass womb for all
I care. You two still shouldn't of had made an attack on it."

        "But Foster--" Shichi was about to say, but Oniko cut him off again.

        "Why not!?"

        The man named Foster got up from where he was leaning and walked over
to Oniko. "Because you don't attack a place that can release all of its
'livestock' on you the second you breach the main defenses. Do you think the
KCF care if they release a bunch of half way programmed Sables to destroy
some so called freedom fighters? No they don't."

        This shut Oniko up, and Foster knew it would, after all, she was
exactly like her father, and her father once said "If you're going to engage
in a debate with me, you better make sure yer fully loaded."

        Oniko just glared at Foster and opened the back of the van and closed
it behind her. Foster turned his attention towards Shichi.

        "Who's idea was it anyways?"

        "Huh?" Shichi just asked.

        "Well it was a rather good plan you had there. You two even figured
out how long you have to get in between perimeter sweeps. I haven't even
noticed that." Foster admitted with a smile, dropping the tough love act and
took up a friendly one.

        "Well Oniko got the idea to attack... I just pointed out that it took
about thirty seconds for them to..." Shichi trailed off after that.

        <I wonder about that boy sometimes... Nothing like his mother. He
kind of takes after his father a bit though...> "Well the next time, you two
tell me about a idea like that. I could of had Lin-lin and Ran-ran help you."
Shichi just nodded, but he didn't like the idea of Oniko's godmothers helping
them, even though they're VERY good fighters. He'd just rather that Rakusuke
or the rest of his and Oniko's friends helped instead, but they were all out
at the time.

        "C'mon Shi-chan! We'll be late!" Oniko called out as she hopped out
of the van. This time she was wearing a pair of black jeans and a black
T-shirt with the logo for Priss and the Replicants on the back. "I don't want
to miss the Replicants playing at Hell's Capitol."

        Oniko grabbed Shichi by the arm and started to pull him off towards
the nightclub known as Hell's Capitol across the street. Foster just shook
his head and went back into his van.

        <I hope Shichi forgetting to take off his combat spatula won't cause
them any problems...>

                                * * * * * *

The inside of Hell's Capitol certainly  does upkeep the name. The stage is
rigged with bonfires and fence; the main floor is splattered with what you
only hope is paint; and the bar... Well the bar is actually rather nice,
although it's so long that three bartenders are needed to run it.

        On stage Priss and the Replicants were already performing one of their
songs.

        ("My mission in life is to see you DIE!!! Baby!")

        Oniko slumped her shoulders when she saw that she missed the opening
instrumental. Shichi was glad though, it was always hell on his ears.

"C'mon, lets get a drink!" Oniko shouted, trying to not let the sound
of the retrothrash band drown her out. Fortunately Shichi heard her and nodded.
They walked over to the bar and the 'tender asked their order.

        "I'll have a beer, and my friend," Oniko pointed at Shichi. "Will have
a Frosty Hangover." Shichi snickered at the fact that he's become so
predictable to Oniko that she'd know he was in the mood for a beer-froster.

        ("I'm not your whore!!!")

        The bartender quickly went to work, took out a cold bottle of Molson
Nabs from the fridge, filled a tall glass with frozen beer slush, set them in
front of Oniko and Shichi, and took the thousand yen that was placed on
the counter.

        ("I'm your angel of death!!!")

        The two picked up their drinks and looked around for a booth or a
table. Oniko casually sipped at her beer bottle and then pointed at a table
that a petite girl was sitting at. She had black hair with blue streaks at
the sides, and it was done up in a shoulderblade length, braided pigtail.

        "Sachi-chan!" Oniko called out as she ran over to the girl, Shichi
walked after her and sat down.

	"Heya kiddo," Shichi said to the girl as he followed Oniko to the
table. "Didn't expect to see you here tonight Sachiko."

        "Hey Ko-chan, Shichi! Great to see you guys." The girl, Sachiko, said
to her two friends.

        ("I'm your noose! Your razor blade!!! Your lethal injection!!!")

        "So where's Rakusuke?" Oniko asked Sachiko. Shichi got an odd look on
his face that only Sachiko noticed, she grinned a little.

        "He got his bike fixed, so he and Rezo are out riding around town."

	"Too bad," Oniko muttered, snapping her fingers.

	"So how'd it go?" Sachiko asked Shichi who was trying to only pay
attention to his drink. "Chi-chi? How'd the 'operation' go?"

        Shichi kind of twitched at the pet name that Sachiko gave him. She's
been calling him that for two years now, and he still doesn't like it.

        ("Writhing in pain...!!!")

        "It was a failure, we didn't get past the courtyard." Shichi simply
said and went back to sucking the frozen alcohol up his straw, a few crunches
were heard as he grinded it down with his teeth.

        ("You'll never control meeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!")

        Oniko giggled a bit. "And when did you bruise your nose? I don't
remember that happening." Shichi blushed a bit rather than tell the
embarrassing tale of how he ran face first into the wall separating central
park from the streets.

        "I... Well..." He could only stutter, and then looked up in
disappointment to see that Oniko already took off to get closer to the band.
"Sigh. She never listens to me when I want he to..."

        Sachiko shrugged and went back to her rum and coke, but then she
looked back up slowly to see Shichi staring at her backside.

        "The hell are you doing!? Hentai!"

        "No! It's not that! I was wondering where your tail went. I don't see
it." Shichi defended himself, arms outstretched and hands waving to keep the
short tempered girl at a distance. "You didn't... Have them cut it off... Did
you?" Sachiko put her drink down and laughed.

        "No silly Chi-chi." She said and pointed at the belt loops on her
pants, the belt she wore looked oddly furry, and as if on que, it twitched.

        "Oh." he said and blushed again at being stupid. He would have
blushed even more if he wasn't used to Sachiko hanging onto of him, because
she just draped her arm over his shoulder and got close to him a moment after
that.

        "Saw how you looked when Ko-chan mentioned Raku'. You really
shouldn't get be all upset whenever you think she has a thing for the Hibiki."

        "Yeah well..." Shichi timidly murmured and squirmed around. "God,
this seat is so uncomfortable!"

        Sachiko hung her head and sighed. "Chi-chi... You're still wearing
your combat spatula. Didn't you notice?"

        Shichi looked surprised when he realized that she was right, took
the large kitchen tool/blunt slashing weapon off his back and laid it next
to the chair that Sachiko put her purse on.

        "Gee, I guess I'm so used to it that I didn't notice until it started
to bug me..."

        "Well don't upset your handsome head about it," Sachiko smiled and
tapped him on the nose as she spoke. Shich slightly winced as the bruise on
it still hurt. "I'm sure that Oniko'll over look your slight obliviosity in
the light of your looks and 'white knight' morals."

        <Great,> Thought Shichi. <She's still bringing up how I saved her
from a fondling worse than death from that geriatric lecher...>

        Shichi was referring to the day when the KCF released Happousai from
the correctional facility. He immediately went back to his old tendencies and
felt up every girl in sight. At the time him and Sachiko were on their way to
Ucchan's, the old man saw Sachiko, but was stopped by a quick blow to the
head from Shichi's spatula. He was a little embarrassed from the kiss that
Sachiko gave him, but that was Sachiko, and being too friendly with friends
seems to be one of her traits.

        They locked the old man up for good after that.

        It was the only thing that Oniko seemed to be glad the KCF did.

        <I'm in love with a daemoness and the only one I can talk to about
it is a girl that's one forth Saiya-jin... Life can't get any stranger.>
Shichi ignored how close Sachiko was to him and looked at Oniko, who was
cheering Priss on with a clenched hand along with the rest of the crowd, and
sighed.

                                * * * * * *

        The hover cab pulled up to the corner of Neko Avenue, and a couple
came out. The girl who was wearing a leather jacket and black clothes paid
the cabby while the man who was also dressed in black clothes along with
black wool gloves hummed some 20th century Rob Zombie song to himself. At a
closer look the girl looked like a thirty year old Akane with a pink streak
in her hair, and the man just looked strange with his messy and ragged short
black hair.

        "Hey and buddy," The cabby said to the guy as he leaned out the
window of his cab. "I suggest that you use a comb."

        The guy just sarcastically laughed and then shot a nasty look at the
cabby. "And I have some advice for you." He said in a angry tone. "The next
time you get caught in traffic, use these!" he said and then flipped him the
bird with both hands. The cabby looked insulted and drove off. "And have a
fucking nice day!" The guy called after the cab and muttered "fuckin' twit"
under his breath.

        "Seth... I don't know what to do with you anymore..." The girl said
as she rubbed her forehead, the man, Seth, grinned and shrugged. "Lets just...
Lets just get something to eat."

        "All right Annie my counterpart, I say some nice convenience store
food!" Seth said and grinned some more.

        "For once I agree with you, especially since we can't afford an actual
meal after paying the cab fare. Plus I'm dying for a smoke."

        Seth's face looked extremely happy when he heard this. "Instant ramen?
Canned drinks? Junk food? I AM SO FUCKING THERE!!!"

                                * * * * * *

        <This'll be easy pickings...> Ricky Valvito thought to himself as
he checked to make sure all three ammo chambers on his colt grenade ammo
special were loaded.

        He saw the couple leave the hover cab and grinned cruelly as he made
note on how weak and vulnerable the two were.

        <Oh yeah, very easy...>

                                * * * * * *

        Seth and Annie never expected it as they walked around the corner,
but the next thing they knew, Seth had a BIG colt special shoved right in his
face.

        "Gimme your fucking money!!!" The mugger shouted, jerking his gun at
Seth's face in a universal symbol for "I'll blow his goddamn face off if you
don't." Seth's stomach took the opportunity to grumble, and this gave the
cussing punk an idea.

        Very coolly.

        Very subtly.

        And very unexpectedly.

        He ate the end of the gun.

        "What the... WHAT THE HELL!?" The mugger exclaimed as Seth swallowed
the chewed up gun barrel and snatched the rest of it from the mugger's hands.
"What the fuck kind of freak are you!?" He kept shouting as Seth then ate the
rest of the gun and nibbled on the end of a bolt from the gun handle.

        "A goddamn fuckin' hungry one, as a matter of freakin' fact." Seth
said with the bolt clasped between his teeth, grinning.

        The mugger decided to beat a hasty retreat before he finds out if
Seth also eats humans.

        "*urp* That was kinda tasty, but I'm still in the mood for that
ramen." Seth went back to walking towards the convenience store with Annie
mumbling something about a new diet.

                                * * * * * *

        It was a hour later and Oniko was still in the crowd in front of the
stage cheering on Priss, and Sachiko and Shichi were still sitting at the
table near the bar chatting.

        All of a sudden the door was thrown open and three identical gray
jumpsuit clad men walked in, Sables, and they were searching for someone.

        "Oh god no..." Shichi timidly said as he looked at the stage so they
wouldn't see him.

        "Don't worry Chi-chi. I doubt that they're looking for you and Oniko."
Sachiko said while patting Shichi on the back. "After all, you killed all of
them, right?"

        Shichi slowly looked at the trio of Sables and instantly noticed that
one has his jump suit slashed and was all bloody, oddly he slashed one right
in the same place when he and Oniko were attacking the...

        "Oh god no..."