To commemorate the season, I've decided to post one of my early, hormone fueled, very Japan-o-phile-centric works. If you like it, let me know in the comments!
On a blustery winter night, a young
woman walked down Japan's paradise for the 1%, the Ginza, as she
juggled the armful of dolls and electronics. Her breaths like
smoker's puffs, she thought to herself "Wow, I got lucky today.
I know the kids'll love the WiiU, but if my hubby can't be happy
about the new Camera I got him, I swear I'll slap the taste out of
his mouth" The sound of boots crushing the powdery snow
approached from all around, a cocky voice calling out, "Yo,
that's some nice stuff you got there, gook. Why don't you let the
natives have it?"
"I might, if you know what the
square root of 484 is." Stopped in their tracks for a moment,
the young punks scratched their heads, with the spiky, green haired
leader finally saying, "That doesn't matter! The only math that
does matter is that there's 5 of us, one of you, and a lot of goodies
to be gained..." As those behind her rushed headlong, a cane
decked in white and spiraling red hooked their reaching hands away. A
mighty blow sent the hoodlums flying and both the remaining kids, and
the mother looked, to see a Santa suit clad woman standing before
them, her silver mane flowing in the breeze, as she addled towards
the group's lead. Her ember eyes peered at him, as she said,
"Stealing from a mom on a Christmas shopping run? That's is
l-o-w, low."
"So? You do what you gotta do,
when you don't got nothing." Her fox tail swaying underneath her
skirt, the girl brushed snow from her porcelain face.
"Nothing? What of your family,
your friends, your cherished ones? Are they meaningless to you, as
well? Is their love less valuable than that WiiU, in her bag?"
"Anyone ever told you, you talk
too much, freak?" With a sneer, she glanced over at her
handcuffed and underwear dressed companion beside her, and said,
"Miki! Take the mom away from here. I'd hate to damage the
goods, after all." The short haired girl took the mother by the
hand, and lead her out of danger. Seeing this, the foxgirl held the
cane half way with one hand and extended the other.
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