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Don't Touch Anything: Chapter 9

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 Don't Touch Anything
A Sailor Moon TG by JanusDaGuardian
 Chapter 9: Down to Earth or up in the Clouds?

*Disclaimer: I don't own the Sailor Moon franchise. Sailor Moon is owned Toei Animation and Naoko Takeuchi. Please support the official release.*

It wasn't easy to weather the scorcher delivered by his favourite love-interest, but Kyle, or Kylie as Ally would have her known now, somehow managed. In fact, when it was all over, she almost appreciated Ally showing that side of herself. Had she still been a male, she may have come up with some clever way of turning that anger into an emotional connection that would lead to something much more... pleasurable. Alas, being a 4'11" Japanese girl, a minor, with long blond hair created plenty of hurdles to jump over, granted Ally was as straight as Kylie assumed she was.

Breakfast consisted of two bowls of Lucky Charms. The perfect sugar-high, nutritional breakfast to kick-off a killing spree on Kylie's favourite first-person shooter. That was the plan, at least until Kylie earned a 1-17 kill-to-death ratio on her first match-up. Needless to say, everyone on her team was ticked-off.

By 10o'clock, both Ally and her Mom had left for work, leaving just her, Jason, and a bunch of ranting geek voices as the house's sole occupants.

Taking machine-gun fire from behind, Kylie's soldier avatar went down. She growled in annoyance as the kill-cam appeared to show the lack-luster kill from the other player's point-of-view. Out of the corner of her eye, Jason strode by the couch and grabbed his pair of messy black and white Pumas. He had a small blue and black draw-string bag attached to his back and was wearing a pair of tan cargo shorts, his shirt a plain, baggy white, his blonde hair combed cleanly to one side and had a hint of scented shampoo.  

"Going somewhere?"

"Yeah. It's payday this week, so I'm gonna go cash my check."

Kylie cocked a brow. "You're working...? Since when?"

"Since the beginning of this summer... You just got blasted by an RPG, Ky."

"What?" Kylie whirled back around to watch the television set. "Oh, come on!"

"I'm gonna be riding by the corner store..."

Kylie didn't answer him.

"Is there anything special you'd like me to pick up...?"
   
"A box of Twinkies, some swiss cake rolls, a bottle of Mountain Dew: Code Red--"

"Negative on the first two orders... We have a bottle Code Red though."  

"Why not?"

"Ally said that she doesn't want you destroying your new body in any way shape or form just because you liked your old one better, so that means I have to be your food police when she's not around."

"Why should she care? It's my body."  

Jason shrugged.  "I guess having a real-life version of one of her favourite anime characters living in her house has made her slightly over-bearing. I know you could care less. I don't like it myself... but I think you should to keep your head on straight. Besides, I've read stories where what someone does to their transformed body can affect their old one, so maybe a Jenny Craig diet is in order..."

Kylie coughed. "Are you calling me fat?"

"No, I'm just saying your new body probably requires less calories to operate, so you should limit your portions of the comfort foods we usually share."

"So, you are calling me fat?"

"Kyle, you were a freaking string-bean when you were a guy, you're a freaking string-bean now, and if you listen to Ally, you'll probably be a freaking string-bean when you change back. No promises though." With his shoes now tied, Jason went for the door, stopping at the threshold to say, "Anyway, I'll be back around lunch. Stay out of trouble until I get back."

"Okay."

Jason's tone grew even more serious. "That includes uncivilized behavior. I don't care if it gets to be 130 degrees in here. Keep your clothes on."

Kylie turned away from her game to look at her friend in the eye to verify the joke. He looked dead-serious. "What?"

"It had to be said."  

"Why?"

"So that I can say that I said it later. Besides... Raid? Forth night? Babcock Hovey? I know what you and the rest of the guys did. The guys at camp said they were seeing dicks and balls in their dreams, three nights straight."

Kylie pointed her finger. "There was no physical evidence to prove that I had any part in that..."  

Jason snorted. "Yeah, but I was still your tent-buddy. An empty sleeping bag says a lot when crazy howling and hooting starts-up at freaking 3o'clock at night."

Kylie shrugged. "I could've been going to the bathroom."

Jason snorted again. "Yeah, maybe... What struck me odd was that you woke up the next morning without any underpants."

Kylie cringed.  

"The dirt in the bag probably made you feel really itchy, too." Jason smiled, acknowledging his victory. "See you later."    

Like performing a scene from a play, Jason disappeared out the door, leaving Kylie alone with her game.

"Honestly, that guy has too-good-a-memory..."        

"Don't worry. We'll get 'em next time," The TV said. Not surprisingly, the game had just ended with Kylie's team losing.

The matchmaking lobby was the next destination. The choir of rants and trash-talk soon followed.

"Whoever 'SuCkIt94' is, you fucking suck, man!"

Kylie, realizing that statement was made towards her, came back with a heated rebuttal. "Like you should be talking mister 1 to 9 kill-death ratio! It's not like you woke up this morning with abnormally-small hands, you fudging-peach!"        

There was a moment a "Ooo-hoo-hoo"s and "Burns"s amongst the obvious male-only party before someone said, "Wait a minute. Are you a girl?"

"Sounded like a girl."  

"Hey! Welcome to Modern 2, sweetheart!"

"Where are you from? You sound cute!"

"None of your fudging business!" Kylie snapped.

"Oh, don't be like that. We're just being friendly."

"Yeah! Don't be such a bitch!"

Ticked with a pinch of uncomfortable mixed with an embarrassed blush, Kylie switched off her headset and immediately left the matchmaking lobby. Ten seconds later, two messages popped onto the screen. Both were invites for her to join their party. Kylie thought sending them some classic "Fuck off!" messages in reply would be a decent course of action, but then two more join party invites popped up and she decided, instead, to shut Jason's Xbox 360 off.

"I can see now why a lot of girls would keep their mics off." Hugged her lower-chest, a shiver running down her feminine spine. "They're all a bunch of twitterpated duck-heads..."

Hearing several raps on the door, Kylie left the treacherous white console to see who it was. It could have easily been Jason, considering he'd only been gone a few minutes, possibly to grab something he had forgotten to take with him. But would Jason really knock on his own door?    

Kylie went for the peep-hole first to see who it was, but even balancing on her toes didn't offer a level glance, so she slid the door open instead and practically leaped out of her skin when she saw who it was.

"Well, hello there! Is Jason home?"

On the other side of the threshold stood a Caucasian girl slightly younger than her. She had long, brown hair that was tied into a soft, curly ponytail. Two thin strands of side-bangs brushed her athletic shoulders. She wore a pair of rumpled blue jeans that looked about a size too large and a forest-green shirt that matched her energetic eyes. On her feet were a pair of pink cross-trainers that were scuffed and worn. It was difficult to tell if they were pink-and-white before or if they had always adorned an earthly-white.

"Uh... no he's not. Can I take a message?"  

"Not really. I was just wondering if his friend Kyle had come this way."

"I-I... I don't know any Kyles around here. You should go try somewhere else." Kylie went to close the door only to be stopped by the taller girl's stronger opposition.

"W-Wait a minute! I wasn't done talking!" Her facial expression was one of stun and confusion.

"Jason... Jason told me not to talk to strangers."

That was a bold-faced lie. Kylie knew who this girl was. She was hanging off his arm not three months ago.  

"Will you let me introduce myself then?" She looked to be on the verge of begging.

Kylie let the door open a little more. That little more was enough for the girl on the other side to push it open the rest of the way. The bottom edge bumped somewhat harshly against the door-stopper attached to the adjacent wall, causing Kylie and her uninvited guest to cringe before the brown-haired poptart made her introductions.

"My name is Mary-Ann Reinheart. I'm a friend of Jason's and a soon-to-be Junior at the local high school. And you are?" Mary-Ann extended a hand.  

"Kilenna Takeuchi." Kylie begrudgingly shook the girl's hand. "If you ever see me again, you may call me Kylie."

Mary-Ann cocked her brow. "'Ever see you again'? Are you leaving?"

"Hopefully..."

"Why? You having guy trouble?"

"What?! Guy trouble?"

"Yeah. You know? Boyfriend?

Kylie nodded sarcastically. "Yeah, I know what you mean!"

Mary-Ann raised her hands up in surrender. "Hey, it happens to the best of us. The guy gets a big ego from having a quote-unquote "arm ornament" and he thinks he completely owns you."

"I wouldn't know anything about that. I don't even like guys."

Mary-Ann paused. "You don't...?"

Mary-Ann's infectiously-cute and curious gaze forced Kylie to avert her gaze as she thought of a way to climb out of the hole that she had foolishly just dug for herself. "I just don't, okay? I'm not weird, I just don't swing that way."

"Then why are you looking the other way?" Mary-Ann leaned to the side only to see Kylie shift more in the other direction. "Don't tell me..." Mary-Ann grinned. "You think I'm cute, don't you?"

Kylie still didn't meet Mary's. Her face was probably redder than a ripe red tomato from the Growers Association."N-No."

"Oh my gosh," Mary-Ann giggled. "You're blushing, aren't you?"

"I'm not blushing!"

Mary-Ann laughed again and playfully poked Kylie's cheek. "You're so cute. You remind me of my boyfriend."

*** ***

By the time Sonja had awoke, Redmond was standing over her with a disgustingly-perverted look on his face, which she met with a kick to his family jewels, much to Robert's suppressed chuckle. It was hard to believe that the shaggy-haired car-thief was on his deathbed not four hours ago. Seeing his brother-in-freedom up and doing his usual thing put his mind at ease. Beryl had kept her word.

Leaving the scene that now contained all of the Sons(and Daughters) of Liberty performing unscripted comedy roles, Robert trudged up to his quarters. Queen Beryl was waiting for him, her countenance nearly concealed within the shadows behind the windows leading to the loud city bustle outside.

"Were the results to your liking?" She asked.

Robert closed the door before answering. He did not meet her gaze."Very much so. I'm impressed."

"I trust that our alliance is now official?"

"Only to you and me... At least until I come up with an acceptable means of presenting you to my men. It would be disastrous for them to learn that I've decided to enlist help from a woman of your..." Robert shot a second's glance at his new associate as he spoke his next carefully chosen word, "stature, considering I've been been a radical for almost ten years... I have the loyalty of my men here and numerous others in the neighbouring districts, but only as long as my reputation is maintained. In the meantime..." Robert snatched-up a large roll of paper from small bin nearby and shuffled towards the desk. "I think we should plan our next move."  

Queen Beryl such a thin smile that Robert wouldn't have known it was there unless her tone had grown... more sociable. "Has your trust in me grown so much in so little time?"

"No, it has not. What I plan to do next would be easy enough for me and my men. With your involvement though, the impact may be far greater. To gain my trust will require more than just a miracle."

Robert shoved a bunch of items off to the sides of his desk, leaving a rather large space in his wake. He then unrolled part of the parchment that was in his hands, revealing a rather large map that he placed on his desk, complete with make-shift paper-weights he then gathered from the assortment lining the sides.  

"I'd hazard to guess you're not from around here, so you might wish to familiarize yourself with the surrounding areas here." Robert turned to beckon Queen Beryl for a close inspection of the map he now had on the large, wooden desk and was surprised to find her standing right beside him like she was part of his shadow. What was impressive was how she had managed to walk from the window-side to the desk over the loose, wooden boards that plagued the surface of his office's old flooring without causing a single creak.

"This is Central L.A." Robert said, gesturing to the part of the map he had unrolled. "We're located here." Robert pointed to a small area in an outlined district close to the bottom. "It's not the largest district in the city, but it's definitely a good place to hide. It's one of the poorest districts in the city and quite the home for several well-known transnational gangs, like the 18th Street and MS-13. Having more than just us causing trouble provides a decent camouflage from over-zealous law enforcement  details that comb the streets nearby. It should be no small surprise that they pick-up their fair-share of Latino occupants every other week.
This city belongs to the people and not the local government... They need to be reminded of that, and that's exactly the message I'm going to send first. From what I've seen of Soap-box protests, they generally end with domestic violence or a swift arrest. Sometimes it's both. The more populated the area, the faster things escalate, but it's the more populated areas that will spread the message faster. That's why I'll start here," Robert said, pointing to a location just due west of their location.  "It's a frequent shopping excursion for the locals, and it's one of the largest malls in the country. I wasn't sure how to approach it at first. The first message sent is always the most critical. However, I'm sure with a little display of our resolve..." Robert glanced over at his formal companion, "we may come out of this as more than mere protesters."  

Queen Beryl met his gaze with another thin smile. "I believe I can accommodate that request."  

*** ***

Jason parked his bike in the garage and headed for the door.

The sun was almost at its highest point. The air was very humid. His clothes were still moist from his recent activity and the sweat he'd worked up in the mid-August heat.

He knocked on the door, mostly for insurance sake in case Kylie was poorly dressed on the other side. Then he opened the door, quickly finding Kylie sitting on the couch next to a familiar brunette.

"Mary?"

The brunette turned around and smiled. "Hey!"

Jason smiled, too. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just talking to your friend here. She's really cute."

Jason paused. "Uh, actually, she's a friend of Ally's. From Japan. Ally and her had been chatting online for a couple years."

Mary-Ann blinked in surprise and turned towards the blonde sitting next to her as if to evaluate the treasure-trove of girl-talk she had failed to acknowledge. "Japan? No kidding..."      

Kylie shot off from the couch, her over-sized short-shorts and tank-top flapping from the speed as she seized Jason's shirt like a businessman looking for a bank loan. "Where. Have. You. Been?"

"Wh-What?"

"She's been chatting me up for hours, J." She whispered, gripping his shirt even tighter.  

"Hours?" Jason whispered back. "I've only been gone for an hour and a half. Tops."

"It feels longer, especially when you don't have an extensive, fake-life to talk about. Get her out of here..."
 
"Is everything okay?" Mary-Ann was standing behind Kylie now.

"Uh, yeah," Jason said, manipulating Kylie's hands so that she would release his stretching shirt. "So, Mary, are you still doing track this year?"

Mary-Ann smiled and looked down at her feet. "Nah. I'm thinking of taking up Volleyball instead. I heard from some of the girls that playing Volleyball may help with some of the less-attractive curves I'm sporting."

Jason scoffed. "Mary, you already look great. The only things that could might make you more attractive to the school's male population would include a certain line of hormone-inducing clothes and a shit-load of tumbling exercises meant to justify the panty-shots that follow them."

Mary-Ann blushed. "That's not all they do."

"No, but I doubt you'd want to dance in front of a crowd of strangers and perverts with a really-short skirt and a pair of pompoms, right? You'd be getting a lot of unwanted attention on and off the field, too."

Jason walked up to Mary-Ann and rubbed the top of her head, like a loving older brother playfully encouraging his younger sister. "Kyle's a dick-head, but you don't need to change yourself to win over his infatuation. He'll either come around on his own or you'll find someone better. Just give him some space and see what happens, okay?" Mary-Ann smiled and nodded her head.

Mary-Ann and Jason shared a friendly hug. After which, she said, "I should probably take off. Mom will be home for lunch in a bit, and I need to spend some time with her."

Jason saw her to the door. When she was almost at the street, he snapped his fingers and said, "Oh, hey! I read that short-story you submitted to the local paper! It was really good!"

Mary-Ann turned and smiled. "Thanks! I hope to submit something else soon!"

"I look forward to reading it! See you later!"

"Yeah, see ya!"  

Jason closed the door and turned to see Kylie standing behind him, arms crossed below her chest, a frown on her face, eyes forming narrow slits.

"So you're the instigator..."

"Mary's a nice girl, Kyle. A hell of a lot better than those temporary arm-ornaments you keep picking up."

"J, she's psychotic."

"She doesn't do the cat-walk, or wear short-shorts, crop-tops, or mini-skirts to attract the other sex, and she doesn't stalk you either. She's a very-down-to-Earth kind of girl."  

Kylie scoffed. "How do you explain her coming over here then?"

Jason shrugged. "Ask you for a date? It's pretty nice weather for swimming and eating ice-cream."

"Oh..." Kylie nodded her head. "So, that's where you went. I thought I smelled chlorine on ya..." Kylie cocked her head to the side. "So, what's for lunch?"

"Oh, dang..." Jason sighed and smacked himself in the forehead. "I knew I forgot something..."
I tried a slightly different style while writing this chapter, but I feel like I limited myself a bit since I'm not entirely used to Third-Person: Objective. It's a real challenge to tell a decent story from a Third-Person Perspective without trying to enter the minds or feelings of the cast. Let me know what you think though.

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I think you did a solid job on the chapter and shouldn't worry too much about how you did. I have a gut feeling that Mary-Ann is our future Mokoto I mean how many other tall, athletic, brown headed girls who comment about ex-boyfriends can there be. I laughed at the tumbling lessons to justify panty-shots gag it’s always good to see how you incorporate MGP through backs into this story. I don't think that we will see much more of Kylie playing on the x-box alone after this episode after what she went through, however if stuff like that keeps up than I suspect that she will start to feel bad for how Kyle treated some of his girlfriends. Finally Kylie is going to be in for a shock when come winter that there are no more Twinkies.