Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Megatokyo or the Grand Theft Colo Omake, they all belong to Fred Gallagher. I’m just borrowing them like the dojin makers do, and plan to return them just a bit worse for wear.
Grand Theft Colo: Just another Day
Gunfire rang out in the streets of Tokyo, but then again, there was always guns going off there somewhere. Piroko leaned around the corner they were taking cover behind, her gothic lolita clothes swirling around her as the blonde calmly fired at their opponents.
“Give it up, you little hos!” Fro-daddy Largoshin yelled, his massive afro and seventies clothes making him stand out in the mad Shinjuku mob. Still, despite his foolish looks he used his pistols like a pro, helping keep them pinned down.
“You know, Sugardrop” Himiko noted mildly as she brought her Benelli up and fired from her spot beside Piroko, “They’re actually beginning to annoy me.”
“They did that to me a while ago,” Piroko said dryly.
“Hey Lollipop, wanna come play?” Pimp Dom welled, his black hair styled in a rediculous looking pompadour.
“No,” Piroko leaned over to take a few more shots, wishing he’d stick his head above cover for just a moment.
“Which one do you want, then? Largo or Dom?” Himiko asked calmly.
“I get to pick?” a slight smile teased Piroko’s lips.
“I always take care of my girls,” Himiko answered softly as she reached out to stroke Piroko’s fair white skin.
Piroko smiled, “Largoshin, then.” Her eyes narrowed a bit, “He still owes me for losing the server Makoto-rin.”
Himiko reloaded as she rose, her tight skirt hugging her hips as she purred, “Then let’s do this.” Little jacket flapping as she moved she and Piroko burst from cover, both laying down suppression fire as the few innocent bystanders raced to safety.
The streets of Shinjuku are a crazy place, one where the only law is maintained by a gun and the strength to stand up for yourself. Rival gangs roamed the streets freely, staking out their territories and watching out for their own and unleashing bloody vengeance on those that dared to cross them.
Oince upon a time Fro-daddy Largoshin had attempted to steal a valuable server named Makoto-rin, then foolishly ventured through Himiko’s territory. Making a snap decision she and Piroko had attempted to liberate Makoto-rin for themselves, but Fro-daddy Largoshin had proved a more dangerous opponent than expected and the server escaped.
“Yo, wait just a mo, babe,” Fro-daddy Largoshin said weakly a few minutes later, his exo-armor a smoking ruin and his famous fro ruined.
“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?” Piroko said as she fired, capping him in the head with a ruthless sort of efficiency.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Himiko gleefully fired as Dom tried to crawl away from her, splattering the street with red blood. Looking up she sweetly asked her partner, “You done with yours, hon?”
“Yeah, he’s down for now,” Piroko agreed as both women walked away from the bloody scene, the onlookers gazing at them with fear and rspect.
Of course, Fro-daddy Largoshin and Pimp Dom would both be back eventually, the respawn points set all around the city would see to that. However a temporary death was enough to satisfy both women, at least for now.
“You got splattered again,” Himiko noted disapprovingly as they strode away, soon disappearing into the crowded streets.
“I know,” Piroko smiled slightly as she note the blood staining her dress so artistically, “but I rather like it.”
“It does look good on you,” Himiko agreed, drawing the girl close in a one armed hug, brushing her lips across Piroko’s cheek.
As they passed the street corners certain girls would nod respectfully, members of Himeko’s network of girls. Some were street walkers, others runners for the bookies in the neighborhood, others running the gambling parlors and brothels, but all of these ladies answered to Himeko and her partner Piroko.
“Hey, you two!” A voice called, “Hold it right there!”
“You want me to...?” Piroko covertly went for her pistol as they turned towards the direction the voices were coming from.
“No,” Himiko put a steadying hand on her arm, “I think our friends are just here for their weekly bribe.”
“I’d still like to shoot them,” Piroko murmured coldly.
Erica Hayasaka was a police lieutenant, high enough in rank that the tall, brown haired woman had learned exactly how the world really worked. She along with her young protege Yuki were the law here in Shinjuku, however little there actually was, and the local criminals all knew to keep her happy.
“Been busy I hear,” Erika noted, the taller woman looking down at them both with a slight smile on her face.
“Yeah,” Yuki noted, a pice of straw dangling from between her lips as she crossed her arms in front of her in a confrontational way.
“Just a little discussion,” Himeko waved it off.
Yuki snorted loudly. A faint smile tugged at Erika’s lips, “I doubt Fro-daddy Largoshin would describe it that way.”
Piroko’s eyes narrowed dangerously, “Oh?”
Yuki made a soft fearful noise, quickly moving to hide behind Erika. Everyone knew about the deadly enforcer Piroko, about her fatal temper and nearly perfect kill record. If she decided you were dead you would die, it was all just a matter of time.
Erika just smiled, her own rep on these streets nearly as good as Piroko’s. “You did good work,” she noted, “the Fro-daddy has had that coming for awhile.”
Himiko smiled in her most charming way as she asked, “So what can we do for you on this fine day?”
In a almost self mocking way Erika said, “Well, we’re collecting money for the police benevolence fund...”
“The customary amount?” Himiko asked as she drew out a envelope from a pocket in her stylish dress jacket.
“Thank you,” Erika took it and calmly tucked it away into her uniform. Noting that Piroko had moved off a bit, watching their surroundings she asked, “Does Piroko... ever do work like your other girls?”
“You mean as a date?” Himiko asked, a smile teasing her lips. “I wouldn’t have thought she was your type.”
“She isn’t my usual type,” Erika admitted quietly, “but there’s... something about her.”
“I’ll ask her,” Himiko shrugged, “I can’t promise anything.”
“Good enough,” Erika said as she collected her mildly stunned partner and headed off.
Piroko returned to her side in a soft rustle of black skirts. “What was that about?” she asked as they set off once more.
“Erika would like for me to arrange a date with you,” Himiko noted with barely concealed amusement.
Piroko raised a single eyebrow, “Not interested.”
“She is attractive,” Himiko noted as they moved through the crowds.
Piroko shrugged slightly as she answered, “There’s only one woman I’m interested in, and that’s you.”
Himiko drew them aside from the crush, the two women standing at the mouth of an alley. She stroked Piroko’s hair tenderly as she drew her close, “Me too.” The kiss that followed was both tender and lingering, promising later passion.
“I knew I’d find you too somewhere around here,” Fro-daddy Largoshin growled as he staggered out of the crowd.
“Doesn’t know when to quit does he?” Himiko asked as she drew her benelli.
“Nope,” Piroko drew her own pistol, both women ready to fire.
BLAM!
End
Notes: Based on the Megatokyo omake “Grand theft Colo” reimagined as a games world. Implied lesbian/bi for Piroko, Himiko and Erika, more or less, and all drawn from my overactive imagination.