Prompt Exchange #3: Of Lawbreaking and Matchmaking
Feb 15, 2016 9:23:35 GMT
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Post by boogum on Feb 15, 2016 9:23:35 GMT
Prompt: Sato catches Yukiko and/or Vermouth breaking several traffic laws.
Word count: 702
Read at FFN here.
Vermouth was impressed. The red RX-7 was doing well to keep up with her motorbike. Perhaps a little too well. Even ducking through an alley had only resulted in the Mazda ramping onto two wheels, scraping down the path at a ninety degree angle, and then righting itself again once they got back onto the wider road. It seemed that the driver was determined to catch her.
“Persistent little gnat,” Vermouth muttered.
The wailing siren stuck on top of the RX-7 was getting louder. Or maybe that was just wailing. Something was screeching anyway, and it was damn annoying. Vermouth glanced through the mirror on her motorbike and noted that the car was gaining on her a bit too fast for her comfort. Her eyes narrowed. Time for Plan B.
She swung the motorbike around and skidded to a halt. A second later the car slammed on its breaks and a woman with short, dark hair got out of the driver’s side, holding up a police detective badge. Ah, so it was that officer. What was her name again? Sato Miwako. Twenty-eight years old. Had some trouble with romantic suitors.
Vermouth’s mouth curved into a faint smile. Well, well.
“Step away from the motorbike!” Officer Sato ordered.
Vermouth did as asked, smiling all the while behind the darkened visor of her helmet. Sato began listing her crimes (driving well over the speed limit, breaking a tonne of other traffic laws, and refusing to stop for a police officer when signalled to pull over). All very bad things. All deserving some rather nasty consequences.
“Did I really do all that?” Vermouth said in mock dismay. “Oh dear. And here I thought we were just enjoying a nice drive together.”
Sato was not impressed. She approached with handcuffs, preparing to carry out protocol. Vermouth’s eyes glinted behind her helmet. She waited until Sato got close enough, and then she moved. Her fingers latched onto the officer’s wrist and she tugged, intending to use the momentum of surprise to knock Sato to the ground. What she got was a mirrored grip on her own wrist and a foot looping around her ankle.
Vermouth’s eyes widened. She quickly slipped out of the trap, readjusting her footing before she could get tripped. A fist came for her face. She ducked and followed up with an uppercut. Air caressed her skin as her knuckles brushed past Sato’s cheek, not quite making contact. Vermouth’s lips tightened.
“Not bad,” she observed.
Sato just growled and lunged for the blonde. Vermouth side-stepped the attack, then whipped out her handgun.
“Uh-uh,” Vermouth scolded, aiming the barrel at Sato’s head. “I think that’s enough playing around.”
Sato swallowed. Vermouth could see the officer’s fingers twitching for the revolver that was barely concealed by the hem of her jacket, but Sato did not draw the gun. They both knew it was too late for that.
Vermouth considered the woman before her with assessing eyes. It would be easy enough to kill the police officer. She knew plenty of techniques to get away with murder without leaving a trace of her own presence. Oddly, though, all Vermouth could think was that this woman was one of Cool Guy’s friends. Once, while disguised as Doctor Araide, she had even helped Sato to escape an unwanted engagement.
Cool Guy.
Vermouth let out a breath. Then she brought the handle of the gun down hard on Sato’s temple. There was a sickening thwack as metal collided with bone. The officer swayed and then slumped to the ground, like a puppet who had lost its strings. Sato did not stir.
“Sweet dreams,” Vermouth said, blowing the woman a kiss.
She walked back to her motorbike and started up the engine. There was no need to kill the officer. Sato had never seen her face; the helmet had made sure of that. Besides, even Vermouth could appreciate a bit of romance. She didn’t want to see Cool Guy’s matchmaking efforts go to waste. Not after she had gone through all the trouble to assist the boy in order to bring the hapless Sato and Takagi together.
Vermouth chuckled softly to herself. “Sometimes even the wicked queen likes a happy ending.”
Word count: 702
Read at FFN here.
Of Lawbreaking and Matchmaking
Vermouth was impressed. The red RX-7 was doing well to keep up with her motorbike. Perhaps a little too well. Even ducking through an alley had only resulted in the Mazda ramping onto two wheels, scraping down the path at a ninety degree angle, and then righting itself again once they got back onto the wider road. It seemed that the driver was determined to catch her.
“Persistent little gnat,” Vermouth muttered.
The wailing siren stuck on top of the RX-7 was getting louder. Or maybe that was just wailing. Something was screeching anyway, and it was damn annoying. Vermouth glanced through the mirror on her motorbike and noted that the car was gaining on her a bit too fast for her comfort. Her eyes narrowed. Time for Plan B.
She swung the motorbike around and skidded to a halt. A second later the car slammed on its breaks and a woman with short, dark hair got out of the driver’s side, holding up a police detective badge. Ah, so it was that officer. What was her name again? Sato Miwako. Twenty-eight years old. Had some trouble with romantic suitors.
Vermouth’s mouth curved into a faint smile. Well, well.
“Step away from the motorbike!” Officer Sato ordered.
Vermouth did as asked, smiling all the while behind the darkened visor of her helmet. Sato began listing her crimes (driving well over the speed limit, breaking a tonne of other traffic laws, and refusing to stop for a police officer when signalled to pull over). All very bad things. All deserving some rather nasty consequences.
“Did I really do all that?” Vermouth said in mock dismay. “Oh dear. And here I thought we were just enjoying a nice drive together.”
Sato was not impressed. She approached with handcuffs, preparing to carry out protocol. Vermouth’s eyes glinted behind her helmet. She waited until Sato got close enough, and then she moved. Her fingers latched onto the officer’s wrist and she tugged, intending to use the momentum of surprise to knock Sato to the ground. What she got was a mirrored grip on her own wrist and a foot looping around her ankle.
Vermouth’s eyes widened. She quickly slipped out of the trap, readjusting her footing before she could get tripped. A fist came for her face. She ducked and followed up with an uppercut. Air caressed her skin as her knuckles brushed past Sato’s cheek, not quite making contact. Vermouth’s lips tightened.
“Not bad,” she observed.
Sato just growled and lunged for the blonde. Vermouth side-stepped the attack, then whipped out her handgun.
“Uh-uh,” Vermouth scolded, aiming the barrel at Sato’s head. “I think that’s enough playing around.”
Sato swallowed. Vermouth could see the officer’s fingers twitching for the revolver that was barely concealed by the hem of her jacket, but Sato did not draw the gun. They both knew it was too late for that.
Vermouth considered the woman before her with assessing eyes. It would be easy enough to kill the police officer. She knew plenty of techniques to get away with murder without leaving a trace of her own presence. Oddly, though, all Vermouth could think was that this woman was one of Cool Guy’s friends. Once, while disguised as Doctor Araide, she had even helped Sato to escape an unwanted engagement.
Cool Guy.
Vermouth let out a breath. Then she brought the handle of the gun down hard on Sato’s temple. There was a sickening thwack as metal collided with bone. The officer swayed and then slumped to the ground, like a puppet who had lost its strings. Sato did not stir.
“Sweet dreams,” Vermouth said, blowing the woman a kiss.
She walked back to her motorbike and started up the engine. There was no need to kill the officer. Sato had never seen her face; the helmet had made sure of that. Besides, even Vermouth could appreciate a bit of romance. She didn’t want to see Cool Guy’s matchmaking efforts go to waste. Not after she had gone through all the trouble to assist the boy in order to bring the hapless Sato and Takagi together.
Vermouth chuckled softly to herself. “Sometimes even the wicked queen likes a happy ending.”