Traviss Anonymous Guest Part 2
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"MY SPLEEN!"
The thug's cry echoed through the warehouse as Travis's beam katana came
down, slicing through the goon like a warm knife through butter. The
infamous assassin glanced around, scowling at the sight and smell of ash
now filling the room.
"Fuckers..." he cursed under his breath as he moved through to the next
room. It had been one year since he had successfully conquered the
United Assassin's Association; Death Metal, Doctor Peace, Destroyman,
Harvey Volodarskii, Bad Girl... all of them fell to his weapon, and he
had achieved the title of number one he had wanted for so long. After
some... incidents afterward, though, he had hoped he could finally relax
and maybe find himself. No such luck, obviously; just that morning he
had received a letter. Apparently there was another faction of killers;
ones that had been kicked out of the UAA for whatever reason, and now
they wanted to challenge him. No rest for the wicked, Travis supposed.
The otaku placed his hand on the doorknob, frowning when he turned it
and the door refused to open. Sighing, he leaned back and slammed his
foot against it, the wood splintering as the door swung open. He stormed
through the door, his face twisted into an irritated sneer. As intended,
fighting all those random mooks had gotten his blood boiling, and now he
was ready for a real fight.
"My my," a feminine voice spoke, catching Travis's attention. He craned
his neck in the direction of the voice, seeing a feminine figure sitting
at a vanity table, a powderpuff in one hand as its owner applied her
makeup. Taking a quick glance around, Travis noticed he was in some sort
of run-down dressing room; tables with lighted mirrors lined the walls,
various cosmetics and hair products scattered over their surfaces, while
various racks of clothing were scattered haphazardly between tattered
and torn tailors dummies. "Such a temper." The woman at the table spoke
once more, regaining Travis's attention.
"You'll be Miss Vivien then," Travis grumbled through clenched teeth,
the grip on his beam katana tightening. The woman let out a soft giggle
as she stood, revealing herself to Travis; only a few inches shorter
than he was, she was clad in a floor-length gown, the skirt of which
ballooned out from her hips. Said hips were lined with jet black roses,
more of which decorated her chest. The wrist length sleeves were sheer,
her arms visible through them as they led down to her gloved hands, in
which she clutched a parasol. Her chestnut-coloured hair was curled down
to her shoulders, with a wide-brimmed hat on her head decorated with
more dark roses and held in place with a ribbon. Another ribbon was tied
in a bow just above her backside. The whole ensemble was a crisp,
flawless white... flawless that is, aside from the large blood-stain
splattered over her right side.
"I am," she spoke in that irritatingly soft voice, a Southern drawl
sifting past her smiling lips. "And you must be Mister Touchdown."
"Travis, thanks," he replied curtly. "So, shall we?" he asked with a
sarcastic bow.
"Oh my..." Vivien turned her head slightly, one hand near her mouth in a
coy-yet-demure pose. "I never thought you'd be so... eager."
Travis's face pulled itself into another frown. "Well, ma'am, you DID
pull me into this on short notice. To be honest, I want to get this over
with and just go home."
"Is that so?" she asked, leering at him out of the corner of her eyes,
that gentle smile never leaving her face. "That's not exactly very...
gentlemanly."
Travis felt his teeth grinding together as he readied his beam katana.
"Frankly, my dear? I don't give a damn."
"That's a shame..." she spoke, opening her umbrella and lowering over
her face... only to lunge forward, the tell-tale glow of a beam blade
catching Travis's attention. He raised his weapon to his face, the laser
blades colliding and letting out a flash with a loud crackle. His eyes
glanced at Miss Vivien's hands; in one hand was the main body of the
parasol, while in the other was the handle, a long thin metal spike
extending from it with light green energy coiling around its length,
almost resembling a drill.
"A beam rapier, eh?" Travis muttered. He pushed against the woman's
weapon, forcing her back as he swung his katana at her. She blocked with
her own, another crackle of energy filling the room. Travis didn't let
up, throwing blow after blow the Southern belle's way, but every one was
blocked. A sudden parry forced him open, but instead of thrusting like
he would expect, she raised her parasol once more. He raised any eyebrow
in confusion until he caught a subtle swish of her skirt out the corner
of his eye. He instantly ducked, just in time as the beam rapier's blade
swung over his head.
"Yikes...!" the otaku assassin scowled as he backed away, one hand
flying to his scalp to make sure everything was still attached. As he
did, he kept his eyes on Miss Vivien. "Can't say I expected an elegant
bitch like you to fight dirty!"
"Dirty?" she asked idly, twirling her rapier in her hand. "Mister
Touchdown, haven't you learned anything working for the UAA? In a fight
to the death... there's no such thing as dirty." she smirked, just as
his hands brushed against one of her black roses tucked behind his
ear...
In an instant, Travis found his entire body going rigid, standing stock
still as he dropped his katana to the ground. His eyes went wide behind
his shades as he struggled to move, but his arms remained firmly by his
side as his legs pressed together, standing to attention.
"Wh...mrrph..." he grumbled, unable to even move his lips.
"There, now THAT's much better." She nodded, her elegant accent
disappearing, replaced by the kind of rough dialect one might hear on
the streets of New York. "Was gettin' tired of you running that trap of
your's."
"Mrg... brrf..." Travis mumbled in response, making Miss Vivien roll her
eyes.
"Quit frontin', kid. Once my roses are on you, that's it. You're mine
now," she said with a smirk. She raised her beam rapier, and with a
series of precise slashes, Travis found himself buck naked in front of
her. He let out the closest thing he could to a growl as she picked up
the picture from the front of his PWLBJ t-shirt, showing the three
heroines in a dynamic pose.
"What's this? Oh gawd, you're wunna them weabs, are ya?" she asked with
a derisive laugh. Travis fumed and glared at her despite his inability
to move. Something that didn't escape Vivien's attention.
"What? Whatcha grillin' me for, boy?" she asked with a scowl, before it
slowly shifted into another smirk. "Oh... I think I know JUST what to do
with you..." she giggled and sheathed her weapon.
* * * *
Sylvia sighed in irritation as she leaned forward in her chair, her chin
resting on her hand as she glanced around at all the degenerates. After
the whole UAA con she pulled, she never thought that she'd find herself
back in Santa Destroy. And certainly not sitting in a front row seat at
one of these dumb anime conventions shows. Only reason she was here was
because of the anonymous ticket she'd received, promising her an all
expenses trip down to this part of America in exchange for attending
this. Knowing that anime geek, this was probably some sort of attempt by
Travis to get back at her for the UAA fiasco. Of course, she was many
things but she was not a coward; she was not going to turn down this
trip just because of that otaku. She just had to remain on-guard...
Her train of thought was broken by the lights dimming. She sat up,
crossing one leg over the other as she tried to give an air of
indifferent relaxation, though mentally making sure the knife in her
purse was in the ideal spot for a quick extraction. She looked towards
the stage as cute, peppy music with Japanese lyrics she didn't
understand began to play.
The spotlight shone down on a figure on-stage, and Sylvia found herself
balking at the sight. A grown man stood there, dressed from head to toe
as some sort of magical anime girl.
His hair was lengthened and tied up into a pair of large, poofy
pigtails, dyed a ridiculous bubblegum pink. His outfit consisted of a
short, revealing minidress, the body a white colour with hot pink
lining. The skirt reached mid-thigh and extended out past his hips in
triangular segments, almost making it resemble a bizarre flower. From
their it clung to the man's pecs and flat chest, the sleeves
disconnected and forming little more than a pink band around his upper
arm, exposing his shoulders. Long white gloves clung to his arms from
the elbow down, lined in pink. On his legs were pink and white stripped
thigh-highs, reached down to the pink stiletto-heeled knee-high boots.
Sylvia did her best not to let her utter bewilderment shine through her
stoic facial expression. She didn't understand cosplay; why these
weirdos would dress up as fictional characters for these events was
beyond her, especially a grown man like this dressing as a pre-teen
girl.
The man's face was stretched in a wide, almost forced smile as he opened
his mouth and began to sing.
"Lady de hajimaru koi moyou,
ryoukou na wezaanyuuzu choudai..."
As the man began to dance on stage, swaying his hips and wiggling in
stereotypically "kawaii" motions, Sylvia raised an eyebrow again at that
voice. She knew that voice. And now that she had noticed it, his makeup-
free face was definitely...
"Travis!?" she gasped, raising one hand to her mouth in shock at the
sight; the number one assassin in the country now done up like the most
moe-of-moe anime girls, shaking his skirt clad butt and exposing his
striped panties for a bunch of neckbearded basement-dwellers. Her eyes
went wide, before she nearly collapsed in a fit of laughter.
"Ho-ra-ne mou iccho!
Kimi ni gyutto happitaimu tsunageyou,
'Mou isshou, issho da ne,'
Omoi omosugichau?"
Travis's face burned as pink as his outfit, but the rose carefully
hidden in his pink hair refused to let him stop smiling, singing or
dancing as he hopped across the stage on his high heeled boots, his tiny
skirt swishing and exposing his underwear at almost every opportunity.
Every cute and adorable motion he had ever loved and adored in his
shows, he was now performing. He couldn't stop himself winking, flipping
his pigtails, making heart motions with his hands or any other
humiliating gestures.
"Sa-ra-ni mou iccho!
Egao zutto ippai ni mitashichae,
Itsudatte honki desho,
Seishun mankai sakaseyou!"
He inwardly cringed as he saw all the other con-goers watching, some
cheering and applauding, some laughing and shouting insults. And right
in the front row was Sylvia, the woman who started this whole mess, the
one who got him involved in the UAA in the first place... doubled over
in laughter. As he was forced to smile and perform.
He gulped and peered out of the corner of his eye as much as he could,
and he saw Miss Vivien watching from off-stage, a playful smirk on her
face as he performed. He swallowed. What did she have planned after
this...?
TRAVIS'S NEW LOOK: NO MORE HEROINES - END
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