Oogabooga (experimental draft ver)

Pilot Takahashi

 Ah, finally. Someone of the four boys who knew where he was. Dez, with his cute slanted eyes and flattened nose, was a resident of Osaka, Japan. It has initially been Kyoto, but because of a war crime he committed while on the air force, he was on the run from police. What did he do, you may ask? While on a mission he shot down four friendlies and managed to annihilate a small town completely. All with machine guns on his jet, that mind you, he built himself from scratch. Dez Takahashi was public enemy number one. In fact, he still is. The house he's happily living in now was sold by a sketchy realtor who didn't seem to care he was a felon. That was quite alright with Dez, though.

He woke up in his tatami bed, getting up slowly. "Ēsu?" He called for Ace in his heavy accent. No response. He made his way to the front door and slowly opened it. A tall girl was standing outside, seeming to be waiting.

She turned around. "You're finally up,"

Dez was a little on edge. "Who are you?"

They both conversed in fluent Japanese, but for the sake of having an easier life, it's translated.

"Michiko. I was hired to help you." She nonchalantly put her hands in the pockets of her flannel jacket. The lack of information she provided made Dez's patience wear thin. Hired by who? Help him do what? He didn't like being made confused. Being a wrath demon, his temper wore short very quickly. He balled his fist at his side.

"Don't get upset. I'll tell you everything, but you have to follow me." She barely made eye contact with him. Dez didn't know if he should go. He at least knew he would be able to adequately defend himself in any case of an attack.

"Fine," Dez sighed, and Michiko did not hesitate at all to grab Dez harshly by his wrist, and pull him along. She walked swiftly, and poor Dez with his short legs had to jog to keep up. Maybe Michi knew Dez was a demon? If she did, he could be executed. Dez closed his eyes and hoped for the best, but readied for the worst. She took him through a crowded marketplace, careful not to bump into any authorities, or anyone at all, at that. They stopped at a shed out in the open. A number lock rested on the doors. Michiko looked up in thought, then began to enter a combination.

27-6-15

The lock clicked, and she opened the large door. A small group of four girls was inside, playing cards. They all looked up from their game.

"Hey, Michi! You're back!" A youthful looking girl chirped. She put down her cards and approached the two. "Ooh, and I see you brought him." Michiko nodded.

Dez looked around cautiously. Michiko did not let her grip go. All along the walls of inside the shed, mugshots of criminals were framed and drawn over with hearts around the faces. Mostly females were on the walls, and they were the only ones with hearts on their pictures. Dez found his own mugshot, too. This place was starting to scare him.

"What is this, some crime club?" Dez asked in a condescending tone.

"Yes, essentially." Another girl spoke up and got close to Michi and Dez. She was heavyset, half of her head shaved, the other half covering one eye with an unnatural dyed purple color. She was next to grab hold of Dez. Her grip was insanely tight, and Dez's defense mechanisms kicked in. With a swift kick, he swooped at the girls' ankles with his foot. They both stumbled, and Dez was able to break free. He made a mad dash for the door, where a blonde dived in and blocked the exit. He frantically looked around for another exit, but all he could find was a trap door in the floor. The young, frilly girl from before jumped towards him to try to tackle him, but of course, he dodged. He was very physically experienced, from spending 10 years in the Air Force. He put up a good fight, but he was outnumbered five to one, and he didn't want to severely hurt these girls. From fighting and dodging for some time, he grew tired. The scene girl with the outlandish hair crept behind him, wielding an old, rusty frying pan. She swung at Dez's head with all her might, and he landed on the floor with a loud thud. Dez was knocked unconscious.

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Dez awoke with a pounding headache. He tried to move his hand to hold his head, only to find he was strapped into a chair by his ankles, wrists, and body. He was in too much pain to struggle free. He groaned loudly. It was all very dark, and his surroundings didn't match what he remembered moments ago. Maybe he was in the room the trap door lead to? Dez scanned the ceiling. A bit of light poured through a rectangularly shaped perimeter crack. Yeah, this was the basement. It was too dark to make out any other details. The only light was from the door and a spotlight directly above him. Dez lowered his head in shame. How could he let this happen?

"Look, Haru, he's awake! What do we do with him now?" A familiar voice spoke. It was the chipper young girl from before.

"Easy, Sakura. Wait until we get orders." Whoever Haru supposedly was, spoke quietly like she didn't want Dez to hear. Finally, Michiko stepped into the light, leaning forward to Dez.

"Oh lookie. You made it here," Michiko taunted. "Good job. Real good job."

Dez was furious. "What the hell is happening, I want answers, and I want them now. Who are you people?!" Dez clenched his fists and bucked forward in the chair. It was bolted to the ground, so it barely moved.

"Well, we're the Cherries." Michiko raised a brow and smirked. "You've met me already. The rest," She waved a hand to the other girls. "You haven't been properly introduced. Girls, why don't you let Dezzy here know who you are?"

The young girl from before hopped in place. "I'm Sakura! That's Haru," She pointed to the girl who knocked Dez out earlier. Dez scowled. Haru blew a bubble from some gum and didn't say a word. The blond spoke up. "I'm Lisana, I make sure everyone here stays alive. Not very easy." One last girl wearing aviator shades talked, but only once. Dez didn't notice her before. "Kameko," She said. That was all five of them, but Dez was still confused out of his mind.

"Can you maybe tell me why I'm strapped to a chair?" Dez asked. Kameko laughed. "We're brainwashing you and giving you a sex change." Dez's eyes widened. "What!?"

"Yup. Pants down." She murmured. When she looked at him, she stared him down. "Kidding."

Lisana decided to be the one to explain everything to Dez. "Like you said before, we're a crime club. We've heard of you, everyone's heard of you. You're practically famous. We want to help you, whatever you want."

"Then why am I actually strapped in like this!?" Dez started to twitch. He didn't like this.

"Because you're a dangerous criminal."

Dez sighed. Michiko could tell how upset he was getting. She glanced at the other girls. "I want to talk to Dez alone. Do you mind?" There were mumbles, and the girls went climbing up a ladder that led to the trap door. Their footsteps could be heard above Dez and Michi. There was silence for a while, except the faint sounds of conversation from upstairs. Finally, Michiko broke the silence.

"I know what you are, what you really, indeed are. You're not human," Michi explained. Dez shook his head in disbelief. He's kept his identity for so long. What could have given it away?

"As long as you cooperate with me, I won't tell anyone else. I know what you want. You've lost your friend." She kept rattling off all of this information. Dez was in shock.

"How... how do you know all of this?"

Michi went to the back of the room, into the darkness where Dez couldn't see again. She returned shortly with a file. "This was in your empty house." Since Dez's hands were clasped to the chair, she showed the contents of the folder for him. It was the mission Devil tasked him with, in print.

Dez began to sweat. "Okay..." He said shakily.