Tatsu vs the Flower Fairies
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TATSU BUILDS A BETTER MOUSETRAP (Tatsu Story II)
By C
Chapter I
Hideo Tatsu, master of Tokairo , had recently addeda new twist to the shrinking game. As before, he'd reduce a lovely, unsuspectingvictim to insect size. But now, as the tiny beauty lay there, naked and unconscious,he would recite a spell he'd learned on the internet. Within moments, brightlycolored butterfly or moth wings would spring from his victim's back. When shereturned to groggy wakefulness, he'd call out: "Hey pretty Missy-fly,it time now you flap flap and go!" And so she did, pursuing a clumsy,erratic flight with her unfamiliar wings.
After populating his garden with about twenty butterfly girls, Tatsu wentout one morning with a big net. Almost immediately, he saw two of his littleladies trembling in an orb-weaver's web. (A delicious side-effect of the butterflyspell was to render the victims unable to see spider silk!) He whiled awayabout an hour watching the orb-weaver entertain its unwilling guests. It wouldhave been unsporting to steal someone else's prey, so at last he moved on.
He came out into a grassy area stocked with wildflowers, and there he foundwhat he was looking for: ten or more of the butterfly girls flittering aroundthe blossoms. (Along with wings, they'd been given a taste for nectar.) "Woo!Woo!" he shouted and dashed in with his net. Soon, five were tangled inits strands. Very gently, he removed them from the net and placed them in aspecially prepared killing jar. The aromatic potions in the jar gave them alla nice, kicky sendoff, then made their little bodies stiffen. When he got themback to his house, he took them out one by one, slipped a pin through each,and then placed them all, face up, in a big display case he'd made just forthis purpose.
That done, he looked at his clock. Almost noon. It was nearly time for theopen house at the Bancrofts'. Tatsu sighed; there really was no gracious wayto get out of it. He washed his hands, went out to his SUV, and drove to ___.
The Bancrofts owned the biggest mansion in ___. They fancied themselves sorcerers,though "dabblers" was a better word for them. Their spectacular wealth,however, meant that everyone in the magical community paid them respectfulattention. Two or three times a year, they held an open house in support ofsome favorite cause or other. Everyone who was anyone in magic would come,make a contribution, and socialize. This time the cause du jour wasoppressed magicians in Tibet. Tatsu would care about oppression the day itfirst happened to him; but the Bancrofts had underwritten some of his ventures,so, dutifully, he showed up.
A servant looked him over quickly to ascertain that he belonged, and thenescorted him into a sumptuous living room, big enough to accommodate two hundredor more people. Everyone who mattered in magic was there, including many fromthe East Coast and Chicago who'd jetted in just for this event. Present ofcourse was Atsuko Farnsworth, looking sultry and bored all at once in a jaguar-printdress and matching heels. Her lustrous black hair hung down to her waist. Asalways, Tatsu felt the urge to reach out and stroke her hair–an urgethat would prove fatal if he ever obeyed it.
She saw him, nodded perfunctorily, and turned to two breathtakingly prettygirls–one a redhead, one an east Asian--both in long white dresses. Thesewere two of Atsuko's "companions," five young women who lived withher in her big townhouse just two blocks away. Tatsu swept the room with hiseyes and immediately saw the remaining companions: three identical black girlswho bore a more than passing resemblance to the young Rae Dawn Chong. The triplets(that's what everyone called them) were dressed, as always, in matching miniskirtsand heels, this time canary yellow. ("Ahhh," said Tatsu to himself).They were talking together and must have found something very amusing, as theykept bursting into clear, tinkling laughter.
Suddenly, from behind him, Tatsu heard "Darling! Darling!" He turnedand was confronted with Betty Bancroft, who'd squeezed her abundant body intoa black dress about two sizes too tight. "Oh, what up, Betty?" hesaid. "How's tricks?"
She laughed a little too long and loudly at this old magician's joke. "Oh,you old comedian! Everything's just fine, fine! I'm about to give an announcement;I hope you'll stick around for it!"
"Sure thing," said Tatsu, hoping it would be a short announcement.
Betty cleared her throat and then spoke in a voice that filled the big roomwith no apparent effort on her part. "If I could have everyone's attention,please! I want to show you all something that's darling, just darling!" Andwith no further explanation, she led a good fraction of them to a little roomwhere–as Tatsu recalled–she kept some sewing equipment. In onecorner of the room was a basket. In the basket was a gray cat with a whitespot on its forehead. With the cat was a clutch of kittens. "Isn't itjust darling?" said Betty. "She showed up on the doorstep a weekago, and three days later, she had her litter! Take a closer look; they'redarling!"
Not wanting to seem unfriendly, Tatsu obliged. There were five kittens inall, nuzzling at their mother's nipples. When one of them turned away fromher for a moment, he saw that it, too, had the same white spot on its forehead.
Tatsu looked for as long as politeness required, then turned to leave. Itwas at just this moment that Atsuko came into the room. She glanced over atthe basket, and her expression changed in an instant from boredom to somethingvery different. Her eyes widened, her face turned white, she started to tremble,and then–amazingly–she screamed and dashed out of the room! Tatsuhad never seen anything like it. Curious, he followed her out into the hall,as did several others who were wondering what was wrong. There he saw her,surrounded by two or three concerned acquaintances. "V-vertigo," hecould hear her say. "Bad case of vertigo . . . . It hits me every nowand then. No, really, I'm fine." And then, he sensed something. It tookhim just a moment to figure out what it was: a spell of forgetfulness, dartingfrom one person to another. When it came to him, he issued, as unobtrusivelyas he could, a spell of deflection. The spell of forgetfulness tried to fastenonto him, decided that he wasn't there, then proceeded to someone else. HadAtsuko sensed this counter-move? If she had–if she thought he was inany way a threat, he had to move quickly or he was dead. He looked over againto where she had been standing. Not very surprisingly, she was gone. He wentback to the living room. There was no sign of her, or her five pretty friends.
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I’ll Try to Do Better, Sir Prologue Ted Martin was a man to be reckoned with. He was in his late 30’s, but, beside his handsome good looks and smooth talk, he was, as a partner in a law firm, well-off financially and had managed to keep his body fit with twice a week workouts at the gym. In short, he was, on the surface, most women’s dream of the perfect man. What most women didn’t know was that he had a God complex and looked at women as totally inferior and existing solely to serve. It took...