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SRU: The Way of the Manga
By Melissa Virus
Copyright 2000
Matt and Jason headed into the mall. Every Tuesday they went to Cedar Oaks
Mall to pick up the latest issues of their favorite comics at Skanky's
Comic and Video; today was especially exciting because a Class of Ninja
High School video Jason had special-ordered was supposed to be coming in.
Matt made fun of him. "You know that Ninja High shit's American, right?
That's not real. The guy who makes it is named fuckin' Ben," he said,
prodding his best friend. They were both Anime/Manga geeks, and Jason was
a little more progressive than Matt. As such, Matt made fun of him for
reading less classically oriented comics, and Jason gave Matt shit for
being into cheesy comics just for their Japaneseness. They were close
friends though it was just friendly ribbing.
"Shut up, motherfucker," Jason told Matt. "You know you're gonna be
watching that shit too."
They headed into the mall and straight for Skanky's.
*****
Skanky didn't have Jason's video. The stupid Japanese post office was too
slow, or something; the point was, Jason was filled with the type of holy
rage only 15 year olds feel, and it didn't help that Matt insisted on
badgering him.
"Sucker. It's an AMERICAN video! Why would you order an AMERICAN video
from a Japanese distro?" he asked. Jason punched him. They headed to
Blip's arcade; Jason was going to blow his video money on the only thing
better than heroin, to a fifteen-year-old anime geek-video games.
*****
They blew through ten bucks apiece in the arcade, their pre-set limit, and
left. They'd spotted some girls that they said they were gonna get with,
even though they both knew, privately, that they were too wussy to
actually go up and talk to them. They followed the girls around for a
while, thinking they were being smooth and unnoticed, until the girls
walked past a store Matt and Jason had never seen before: Spells R Us.
"Yo kid," Matt just about yelled at Jason, "I bet that's all like Magic
Cards and D&D and Rifts and Vampire and shit! That's way better than
fuckin' Skanky's lame 'sure I'll order it for you' bullshit! Let's check
it out, yo!"
Matt and Jason had filthy mouths.
Jason had a bad feeling about the store, though. "Man, let's go start a
fight," he suggested, "Fuck a Spells R Us, man, I'm still pissed at
Skanky. I was psyched for that video, and now I'm pissed I dropped so much
money in fuckin' Blip's. Forget this yo, let's go get somebody to buy us
vodka, then start a fuckin' fight! Fight fight!" He started jumping
around. He liked to act up in the mall, because it made him feel like he
was cool, or like he was somehow breaking the mold, or something; it was
the same deluded reason he was into Anime and Manga and stuff. He thought
it made him different from the people he hated so much.
He knew they weren't going to get anybody to buy them alcohol, and he knew
that he wasn't going to be starting any fights. He never did, even though
he talked about it a lot. It just felt good to let out some energy and
talk some shit.
"Bro Chill," Matt told him, playing it cool. "If that store's as cool as I
think it might be, they might just have your video."
Jason hadn't thought of that. "Yeah! That would be awesome!" he said,
doing a little spin-around dance. Now he was worked up, and he had a lot
of energy. He climbed up onto a bench and slapped the branch of an indoor
mall-tree.
Matt punched him in the stomach, settling him down, and they went into
Spells R Us.
*****
"Hello, Matthew. Hello, Jason," an old man with a bushy white beard
greeted them. It made them uncomfortable that this old guy knew their
names, but he'd said it so casually that it would have been weird for them
to comment.
"Uh, hi," said Matt, "what do you sell here? Is this store new?"
"Well boys," said the old man, "I mainly trade in making wishes come true,
fulfilling hearts' fondest desires, that type of thing," he said, mentally
laughing at the fact that the desires he usually fulfilled were his own.
"Dude, are you wearing a bathrobe?" asked Jason. He thought this was
fuckin' absurd. He was starting to get pissed again, with the old guy's
smug assholery.
"My vesture is unimportant, my children. The question at hand is this: how
would you boys like to be characters from those comics and cartoons you
love so much? I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
The boys were skeptical at first but then the wizard convinced them.
Matt was drooling. To be a super-deformed muscleman like one of those guys
from Fist of the North Star - that would be awesome! He'd never be afraid
to talk to another girl again, and the girls would probably go out of
their way to talk to him!
"Bro- super-deform me! I wanna be huuuuuuuge," he told the old man.
"Well now, it's a package deal," said the old man, again laughing to
himself at his pun. "I'll either make both of you anime superheroes, or
neither."
Matt looked pleadingly at Jason, who just stood with his arms crossed,
looking pissed. "Do you have any Class of Ninja High School videos? That's
my heart's fondest fuckin' desire," he told the wizard.
"Come o-on, man! We could be huge! Think of the chicks," Matt was saying,
sounding a little bit like Cartman from South Park.
"Whatever, B. Sure. All right. Make us fucking Anime characters, then,"
Jason said, still unbelieving.
The old man pulled what looked like a symphony conductor's baton from the
pocket of his bathrobe and waved it at them. Things started to feel
different, for the boys.
First their clothes disappeared, and then there were strange bumps on
their chests. Then it seemed like there was nothing... down there. They
were becoming girls! Naked... girls!
They watched each other change. It all happened very quickly. Their
genitals sucked up into them, and all that was left was a little mound on
each boy. They each sprouted long flowing blonde hair, and a little tuft
of blonde pubic hair.
The boys looked at each other with their eyes and mouths wide open. Their
faces became those of foxy Asian ninja schoolgirls, and the blonde hair on
their heads pulled itself up into pigtails. Then clothes started to sprout
from the ether. First white cotton panties; classic stock Manga panties.
Red leather high-heeled boots sprouted from under their feet, and red
leather wrapped slowly up their ankles, up their long, suddenly nylon-
encased legs, over their panty-clad asses, up their stomachs, over their
now ample breasts, and up their necks to just below their chins.
Matt suddenly found *her*self with a long katana hanging off *her* newly
widened hip, and Jason found himself with a sai on each hip. Matt took her
sword and held it in his hands, then started spinning, twirling and
flipping it around impressively. It seemed that they had gained the skills
to go along with their new Manga ninja-girl looks.
Jason was pissed. *She* removed her sais from their straps and twirled
them around impressively as well; it was like the show-off that tended to
happen before a fight, in their comics.
The wizard put his wand away and crossed his arms. Another successful boy-
girl transformation, he thought, right before Jason plunged a twelve-inch
sai blade through his throat.
The wizard hadn't expected that. Blood immediately started to flow from
the wound, not spurting all over the place; this was reality, after all.
It did come out alarmingly quickly, though, and even though Jason had
inflicted the wound, she was surprised at how much blood there was. It
felt normal though; her new body was used to meting out justice.
She was enraged. Could her day get any worse? No Class of Ninja High
video, and now this punk wizard bastard had turned her into a girl. Not
only did this mean that reality was not as stable as it had seemed- magic
was real! But now Jason and Matt were girls.
"Matt, you fuck," she said to her friend, "look what you did to us! This
fuckin' weirdo turned us into girls!"
"I know," said Matt, deftly cutting off the left index finger of the
wizard with a subtle motion of her katana. "That's cool, asshole," she
said, cutting off the middle finger. She proceeded to methodically cut off
every finger on the wizard's hand, then took a torch from the wall (Hmm, I
don't remember that being there, she thought), and cauterized the wounds,
so the wizard wouldn't die. Not that quickly, anyway.
She needn't have worried. The wizard was pretty close to immortal. He
could, of course, die; he wasn't omnipotent. But it was going to take more
than a bloody beating to kill him. The only way to kill a Spells R Us
wizard was decapitation, and he'd been the Spells R Us wizard for a long
time; no one had even tried it on him.
He stood in one spot, making gagging noises: "Gughhhrhhgh grrgh; gaaagh!"
he said, as Jason plunged her other sai into his stomach, withdrew it,
plunged it in again, three inches higher, withdrew it, stuck it in three
inches to the left, over and over, making a total of nine puncture wounds.
If he hadn't been the one being stuck with the gleaming metal, the wizard
would have appreciated the athleticism Jason's new body brought to the
almost ritualistic goring.
As Jason was sticking the wizard's midsection, Matt was simply cutting off
cross-sections of the wizard's arm, about an inch or two thick, with his
katana, cauterizing after each cut. The blade was sharp enough that it
could cut through the bone like butter; at least, at first it was. Once
the arm was cut off to just below the elbow, the blade had dulled
considerably, and Matt found herself hacking and chopping as if she were
using a plastic knife to cut through a tough steak. This was of course
unpleasant for her, as the wizard's screams became particularly unnerving.
Well- they weren't actually screams, more like gurglings. But their
intensity still climbed higher and higher, and Matt almost felt bad about
what she was doing. Until she reached down into her crotch and found she
was really wet; the violence was turning her on, and she remembered she
was a girl. Fury coursed through her, and she renewed sawing at the arms
with a new vigor.
She stopped just above the elbow. It was getting tedious.
She and Jason looked at each other. Each of them was soaked in sweat and
blood, and the hair on their heads was tangled, matted and sweat-soaked.
They looked up at each other, smiled like Renton in "Trainspotting," when
he's running from the police and gets hit by a car, and took a breather.
Matt put her hand to her crotch...
It was a good thing they'd been given red outfits to wear; because they
were soaked in the wizard's blood. The blood didn't really show up though;
that was the purpose of the red ninja outfits, and they did their jobs. A
light-bulb appeared over Jason's head.
"Crucifixion," she said simply, and Matt nodded.
The wizard heard, and shook his head fast and hard, gurgling furiously. He
used his remaining finger (somewhere in the confusion, he'd lost three
fingers on his right hand; he was down to a finger and a thumb) to gesture
furiously to a necklace under a glass counter.
"Are you trying to bribe me not to crucify you?" Jason asked, sneering. It
was obvious that Jason was the one in charge now, and that Matt was second
in command.
The wizard nodded his head frantically.
Jason removed a sai from the wizard's stomach, leaving one in his throat,
and used the butt of it to smash the display case. She picked up the
necklace.
The wizard, through a haze of pain and fighting the biological directive
to black out, had one shot at getting out of this: get them to put the
Medallion of Zulo on him and change him into someone else. Anyone else.
Jason was having none of that, though. He twisted the sai in the wizard's
throat, forcing the old man to turn around, and forcefully put the
Medallion up into and evil, evil place. It would never be seen again...
until the wizard's next trip to the bathroom.
Having done that, added a little humiliation to the equation, Jason had
Matt put the wizard over her shoulder and carry him into the back room.
There was magic stuff all over, beakers and cauldrons and Mogwais and
pentagrams and stuff, but the important thing was that there was a wooden
wall going up to the ceiling.
Matt hoisted the wizard up the wall. Jason stepped back to the far end of
the room and, as hard as she could, threw a sai through the air and
through the old man's rib cage. He was now held up on the wall by the sai,
like a note by a thumbtack. Jason removed the other sai from the wizard's
throat, which elicited a rush of blood, and Matt cauterized the wound with
a new torch. Then Jason pulled the old man's arm out away from his body
and forced the throat-sai through the his wrist, into the wall, holding
him up. She removed the other sai from the wizard's chest and forced it
through the stump that was his other arm, toward the end. The wizard was
now held up, three feet from the ground, by the sais holding him to the
wall.
Then she held the man's ankles together and allowed Matt to plunge her
sword through the ankles, into the wall. The crucifixion complete, they
headed out of Spells R Us, feeling cathartic and happy.
THE END
EPILOGUE
After being held up on the wall for almost two hours, the wizard was able
to summon enough power to start regenerating himself. He managed to clot a
lot of his blood and make himself some more; he was going to be all right.
He didn't like the way that had played out- that was the most pain he'd
ever felt. He laughed, painfully, not having reconstructed his windpipe
yet. He knew now to be more careful, not to be so sure that boys wouldn't
mind being turned into girls.
Then Matt and Jason came back in, Matt in a short green Gap dress and
Jason in a long yellow one from The Limited. Before the wizard could even
try to croak something, Jason gestured to Matt and Matt pulled his katana
from the wizard's ankles. Then in one fierce swing, she forced it through
his neck. His head fell to the ground with a noise like a tomato being hit
with an aluminum baseball bat.
End of Authors Original Story
Another Epilogue (Just to fit this in with other SRU stories) by Anne-Mal
After Matt and Jason left, the wizard walked from behind the curtain and
picked up his head, or it would have been his head if it had been him.
Looking into the head he said, "See, wishing to be me is not the brightest
thing to do, no matter what all those stories say!"
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