From the top floor of the Harushima Corporation, Tomo looks out over the city as he takes a nice sip of his hot coffee and a bite of his donut. He had just recently gotten out of bed after getting a late night call of a thief braking into a donut store, which his reward for apprehending the criminal was a box of donuts. Something he couldn't resist taking. After taking another sip and another bite, he stands right by the large, bullet-proof, glass windows overlooking the city. Everything seemed to be calm and dandy, with everyone going where life needs them to be. Something in which he enjoyed seeing.

After finishing his breakfast, he decides to take a spin in his power suit. So after a quick check to see if it was fully charged and a few tests of its abilities, he gets on top of a platform, which pushes him upwards to the roof of the building. His boot-thrusters begin to charge up with a slow hum and with a sonic swoosh he flies up high into the sky, making a slow dive down to be just a kilometer above the city. Nothing beats a nice morning fly around the city in ones power suit right? He continues to fly around the city, making sure that everyone was ok before he'll working on loads of paper work back in the building. Something he really isn't looking forward too...

It was daybreak and Galdaroth stood atop one of the tall buildings of the city's downtown, the strong wind blew past his as he watched the inhabitants of this small planet on the outskirts of the know universe flood their streets in their endless come and go.

"There's still a long way to go before they can join the galactic society, but the human race has the potential to change the cosmos forever once they do." Galdaroth said as he talked to his Century Hawk's AI.

"Though a race who willingly destroys their home world like they do in the name of greed, might as well become a treat greater than the Xenova if they are let alone for too long." Century Hawk answered in a purely analytical way.

"Indeed, and if it ever comes to this, it'll be our duty to protect the galaxy from them, but until there we're to stop the Xenova army once and for all." The Regulian was firm in his resolution as he replied to Century Hawk.

"But for now, it's time to go!" Galdaroth shouted as he disappeared away in the distance, bounding from roof to roof.



In front of the Seishirou Academy...

"Oh, Madoka! You're late man, the hottest girl has just came by a few moments." A group of boys come to meet Madoka Konoko, the mysterious boy who suddenly transferred in a few months ago.

"Sorry. I had something urgent do." The white haired boy apologizes with hand behind his head and an open smile.

"Anyway, let's just go. The teachers won't wait for us forever." One of the other boys said as they went inside the school building.

Little did they know that the boy by their side was no one other than one Earth's newest heroes, The Galactic Policeman Galdaroth.

---

An apple pie and a cup of tea. How difficult could it be? Apparently very difficult for this incapable attendant. Who would of thought that the very concept of small change could confuse him? EVERYONE knows that small change was legal tender up to 20 copper coins. Well, everyone apart from this... this... grease laden imbecile. "What do you MEAN you can't take my change?" Jack had yelled for the third time, "It's LEGAL TENDER."
"I'm sorry sir, we just can't accept it, the management won't let us," the teenager on the other side of the counter replied, his voice fluctuating between a low and high pitched tone due to the stress.
"Look, just get me my food, I'll pay your PITIFUL price with my card," Jack exclaimed shaking his head, what did it take to get decent customer support in this city?
"But, sir, your order doesn't come to the correct price to use a card," the attendant replied, trying to feign some form of control of the situation, a small but inexplicably obvious bead of sweat dripped down his forehead.
"So, you won't take my change which comes to the amount you want, but you also won't take my card!?" Jack yelled, slamming his hand upon the counter, quickly removing it after realising how... slick it was.

Enough was enough. Jack would not tolerate this anymore. "You have ninety seconds," he said, trying to appear calm - although this was shown up by his furrowed brows and the slight strain to his voice, "get me my order, no rules, if you win, I will walk out of the door, to the cash point and return with the amount you need in bills. If you lose however, I get my meal for free."

When the conditions were said, the effect was difficult to explain, time appeared to briefly stop, a ripple effect breaching from Jack as the world changed to accommodate the games rules. The employee seemed to not take the game seriously. Not many people did. As he began to gather the ordered items, he saw the price on the till begin to tick down, signaling his remaining time. He panicked. Tripping on the way back to the counter. As he fell, the apple pie and tea were flung into the air, the former of these items landed with a satisfying 'thud' on the counter. The latter however burst open, dumping it's content on the crowd below. Including, to his great dismay. Jack.

He flinched back, ripped out his coat and let out a scream, he threw it to a nearby seat, hoping that it would land on it perfectly like in the movies. It did not. "Fucking hell man! What in gods name are you doing!" He screamed, shaking from this unexpected emotional trauma a slight tear flowed down his cheek. The attendant gave his apologies and began to pour a new drink out, the till however ticked down to zero. The manager was hurriedly called over, he tried punching the order in again, no price was attached to the items, he tried on another machine. But when the receipt printed out, it was shown as complimentary. Seething, Jack grabbed his order and some paper towels from a dispenser to dry himself off. "Here" he muttered, throwing a card at the counter arms still shaking, "The Dancing Jack leaves his regards," both the manager and the teenage employee looked at each other as they turned the card over, a jack of spades. A bell rang as the door opened, and then all that was heard was it faintly closing after the man who caused this fiasco left. Who was he? Could they even call the police? If the receipt counted it as complimentary they couldn't accuse him of stealing.

As the figure of The Jack disappeared the small radio in a corner of the establishment sprung into life, a song began playing. Considering what had just transpired it seemed appropriate, and so, The Dancing Jack had struck again.

-removed-

>>Cerebral Intelligentsia. A truly insidious threat to the safety of the world. Their tendrils had wormed deep into all facets of society, allowing them to act with impunity, secure from the forces of justice! From week to week, their dark monsters sought to destroy Neo-Tokyo through sickening methods, yet I still cannot discover their headquarters! Am I, Metallic Weapon, truly cursed to conflict with their evil in such a limited manner? How could justice prevail in these conditions? I must find them, and rapidly, before greater numbers of innocents are threatened by their machinations!

"Sonoda Yuka, is it?" asked a voice.

>>That is my name for the time being, yes, but the true Sonoda Yuka was a far greater person than I! Her life, though long gone, shall not fade as long as I carry her dreams onwards. Her world of justice, where no child shall suffer again ... I will ensure that it comes to fruition!

"Yes," replied the teenager, currently garbed in her school uniform.

Her expression was seemingly one of boredom. Of course it would be, for what could be more boring to a teenager than sitting outside the headmaster's office, awaiting news of her fate. One did not simply escape the scrutiny that jumping out of a third-storey window brought, after all. Through the action, she had exposed herself to the curiosity of the staff! Was she a suicidal girl? they must have thought! And so they sought her out of concern, unknowing of the truth!

>>The secrets I carry within my heart versus the safety of my school brethren? Nothing could stop me from ensuring the latter! It was truly horrid of Cerebral Intelligentsia to send their enforcers to destroy a glorious landmark of learning! Had I not escaped 20th Century History to combat them, I fear that the first-years would have been subjected to tormented fates! The suspicion that I have garned is nothing to the safety of the students here!

"The headmaster wants to, uh-" It was obvious that the blonde secretary (since the forces of Darkman Evilman had descended upon Japan so many years ago, the people of Yamato had no longer been restricted to black hair and brown eyes!) was perplexed by the situation that Sonoda Yuka seemed to bring! Of course, for how does one address the fact that a teenage girl had jumped three stories to seemingly-certain death? "Uh- he wants to see you now?"

Yuka rose in an instant. She looked so bored, so uncaring.

To the secretary, what type of girl was she?

"Okay."

Such a noncommittal reply!

With fluid motion, Yuka left the flabbergasted secretary behind, and entered the headmaster's office.

STOPMAN III

A dine-and-dasher, huh? This looks like a job for STOPMAN!

Souta stood up, sauntering over and grabbing Jack's arm as he attempted to leave. "Hey, guy.", he said to the weedy, foreign little jackass who decided he was going to pay with playing cards, "Doesn't matter if you think you're a big shot, or you win some kinda dumb game or whatever. You eat here, you gotta pay, alright? That's what a capitalist society is founded on. If you can't pay, you gotta make up some other way. Washing dishes is a common one."

He dragged Jack back over to the counter, "Now I want you to apologize to these people, alright? You've put them under a lot of stress when all they're doing is trying to earn their keep. Hey, if you do it, I'll even trade in that foreign money of yours for good ol' Japanese yen. Deal?"

---

Jack looked at the man who interrupted his walking away. "Do you not know what complimentary means?" he asked with a condescending tone, ruffling in his pocket and pulling out the receipt, at this rate the apple pie and tea would be cold. "Look it says right here, COM-PLI-MENT-A-ARY" he emphasized the word he pointed out, this guy was clearly and imbecile. "I won the game. The meal is free, look at any of the receipts that the manager printed out, all of them say complimentary, and I'm afraid that holds meaning, even in a capitalist society.". Try calling the police he thought they can't do anything against a complimentary order.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving," Jack said agitated, "Now, don't make me try my exit again, it's kinda part of the whole image ya see?"

He turned around, pulled out a NEW card and threw it onto the table of this wannabe hero. "The Dancing Jack leaves his regards" and walked out of the door once more, this time the radio started playing a song for real. The game was done, there was no reason for The Jack to stay.

The card that Jack had left this time was special, the jack of spades was replaced with a picture of Jack himself and on the reverse were written the words, "The Dancing Jack leaves his regards" were written in a sort of crappy silver font. It was like a business card. Just cooler in every way.

Lance Hardcheese stared at the portrait of his father on his desk, taking a swig from a bottle of Smirnoff before standing, his pecs rippling underneath his form fitting shirt.
Outside that window of his apartment, the soft glow of the red light district's neon signs reminded him of all the scum and evil in this world. The enemy was still running free to rampage and cause death and chaos and lies, clogging the lifeblood of this world with their scum until they died. The people had grown callous to the cancer eating the society, but Lance, no, Game Warden was the cure. He would cut away the tumor until his blade rusted and dulled and failed him, his gun grew too heavy for his hand, and he knew that one day, he would fall and die and rot into the ground like any other bag of shit.

And the war would go on.

Thick, callused fingers opened a closet, revealing a row of various firearms. Lance pulled out a Mossberg 500 with no stock. This sort of weapon would do well in crowded alleys, and his car had a shotgun rack mounted in the trunk, for concealment. Placing it aside, he pulled out a pair of m1911 handguns. Thanks to the wealth of aftermarket parts, these were modified to have a higher magazine capacity and combat sights, as well as bottom mounted rails; these two sported flashlights for dark areas. Placing the pair in his shoulder holsters, he grabbed a large combat knife, placing it horizontally on the back of his belt. A smaller bootknife was hidden in his boot. Next was a ballistic knife, placed in his other boot. Next, he slipped on his wrist watch, which had two secret compartments- one contained a length of piano wire, and the other had a handcuff key. To conceal his getup, he put on a sizable brown coat, checking to make sure it would hang past his belt. The coat itself had a snub-nosed .38 sewn inside the chest.

Walking to the garage, he placed the Mossberg onto the shotgun rack of the trunk door of his 1986 Dodge Challenger. Inside the trunk was a shovel, baseball and bat, box of garbage bags, and several jumper cables. Sitting inside the driver's seat, he did a brief check to confirm he still kept a Tec-9 and a frag grenade under the seat. As the engine roared to life, his face grew even more solemn, and Lance Hardcheese was the Game Warden.

There would be a battle this morning. He felt it in his gut.

The war went on.

STOPMAN III

Jack may have attempted this, but as he tugged, he found his hand enclosed in an iron grip of JUSTICE. Also, he was, you know, kind of a scrawny wimp. So, instead of walking out he just sort of tugged against the grip of a much larger and tougher guy.
"Come on, man.", Souta said, "You got that receipt under duress, everyone saw it. For that matter, you didn't even get it signed. That receipt holds no legal value, and you-", he looked up as a song began to play, a song which had no meaning to him or any of the patrons as it was in English and this was Japan.
"Excuse me, could someone change that radio?"
There was a click, and the song changed to something from the top 40.
"Thanks.", he looked back at Jack, "So, you won't apologize? Not a very nice thing to do, you know. Guess I'm just gonna have to call the police."
Souta pulled out his cellphone and dialed 1-1-9, placing it up to his ear as he held Jack's arm in his other hand. On hold. Looks like this call was gonna take awhile.
"So, hey.", Souta said nonchalantly to Jack as he waited for the operator to pick up, "You don't seem like you're from around here. What's your story, anyway?"

It was that time once again. Time for the ultimate glory. The cheers of an eager universe, and the cries for blood... well, symbolic blood. He took a deep breath as the announcer introduced him.

YOU KNOW HIM! YOU LOVE HIM! THE LORD OF BLOODSPORT HIMSELF! PLEASE WELCOME YOUR HOST, THE INCOMPARABLE SPANDEZ!

And with that, Spandez grinned for the cameras, walking out on stage to the cheers of the studio audience as a spotlight kept on him. Aliens from across the cosmos were wearing Conquest Hour T-Shirts and hardsuits. The Conquest Hour was a cultural fixture for the last several millennia, and they were obviously eager for gladiatorial spectacle the Lord of Bloodsport provided. The transmission hijacker was hard at work, trying to patch into Japan's emergency broadcast override.

"HELLOOOOOOO UNIVERSE! This season of the Spandez Conquest Hour, as always, is brought to you by our friends at Badurong! But by now, we're going to be broadcasting to the savages below as well, so I guess we should explain what's going on. Do not adjust your set, because you're now subject to Badurong Broadcasting's smash hit gameshow: The Spandez Conquest Hour! Given you haven't ever gotten past your moon, I'm going to assume I have to explain this for you. So here's the short version."

Two female aliens- one a curvaceous humanoid woman, the other a rather corpulent beast with a maw like an anglerfish and compound eyes- both in slinky gold dresses matching Spandez's trademark smoking jacket- wheeled out a slot machine and a number of thermometer-like meters.

"These little devices are the core of our show! The slot machine determines a contestant's objective, while these thermometers measure his progress in fulfilling that objective! The objective can be just about anything, so there's always something fresh! Of course, there's gotta be a reason!" Spinning on the heel of his boots, he held out his mic to the audience with a winning smile. "TELL ME, FOLKS, WHY DO THEY DO IT?"

"BIG MONEY! BIG PRIZES!" the croud shouted.

"IIIIII LOVE IT! Yes, Earthlings, the contestants are trying to earn fabulous prizes! And, if they manage to do well enough with a given objective, they'll be named owner of your planet- and have the option to sell it for trillions of credits! So stay tuned- because we're starting with everyone's favorite contestant!"

A spotlight shone to the side of the stage, Spandez holding out a hand.

"This guy's a long-time favorite. He's never racked up the cash for a Lightning Round, but he's here every season to give it a go. And that can-do spirit and the personal touch he puts into his work are exactly what makes this contestant everyone's favorite Dolgonian! Please welcome, this week's contestant from the Dolgon System, the one, the only... Pterrordactyl!"

A green-skinned alien resembling a prehistoric flying reptile walked onto the stage, waving at the audience. He was met by thunderous applause and whistles. A few of the audience members were even wearing homemade "We Love You Pterrordactyl" T-shirts and holding out posters for him to sign. The bounce in the creature's step indicated he was quite happy to be returning to the show, and the blush and head rub indicated he was flustered by all these fans.

"Popular as ever, Pterrordactyl! Welcome back to the Conquest Hour!"

"T-thank you Mr. Spandez sir! It's great to be back!"

"And it's always great to see a contestant again! So, as a six-time contestant, how do you feel about your chances this time?"

"Pretty good Mr. Spandez! I'm gonna rock the challenges, no matter what they are!"

"That's the optimism we love out of ya, big guy! But first... tell us what you'll been doing with your winnings THIS year!"

"Oh um... well... I decided that... well, there's a lot of kids out there who don't have a mother or father to help them, and they end up on the streets... so, that's why I opened the orphanage in year one, so that those kids could find loving homes. I've been using winnings from the show to keep it up and running. Today, though, I'm hoping to use the winnings from this round to start a fund to find organs for underpriveleged people in need of a transplant!"

"Cheerful, optimistic, AND charitable! Folks, let's give Pterrordactyl all our support as he spins the wheels and finds out what he's got to do!"

The ever-popular Pterrordactyl squawked nervously as he pulled the lever, the wheels turning into place with a CHA-KUNK as Spandez took the ticker tape the machine produced. The Lord of Bloodsport read it with a winning smile.

"Looks like this season's off to a great start! I'm sure you know this, Pterrordactyl, but we've got some of the savages on the planet below listening in. The game starts as soon as you teleport down. You must fulfill as much of your objective as possible before locals can stop you! By doing so, you earn cash prizes AND bonus prizes from our sponsors at Badurong Corporation! Your objective is to make the native children cry, and to earn bonus cash, destruction of food. To clarify, you must render the food unfit for human consumption. You're always the type to do research, so I'm sure you've got a plan to win..."

"BIG MONEY! BIG PRIZES!"

"IIIIII LOVE IT! We now return you savages to your regularly scheduled programming, but if you want to keep up with the show, check with your local cable providers for the new Badurong Broadcasting Network, available for free!"

Life was good for the Youma Family. Clients were paying up on time, the criminal elements infesting Tokyo weren't raising a fuss in Youma territory, and Youma Saejima was pleased with his new favorite game show.

At the present, Youma Kenji was in the illustrious Youma Suite, a massive room set aside for the Youma Family's use: family meetings, relaxation, offering shelter to wanted criminals, and holding dinners for other families. The room closest to the suite's entrance was occupied by a well-built lounge, with a fully-stocked bar and a karaoke stage with fifty songs taken from across the world. Everyone in the family loved hearing their brothers' horrid singing voice, and karaoke contests were among the Youmas' favorite pastimes.

"Bah'n bah babee is ben sweelove yeah yeah," Kenji sang drunkenly, sweat pouring down his brow. He had nothing but his pants and his suit jacket on at the moment, and gripped the microphone with white-knuckled tightness.

"Dough this feelin' I change, Plea--" Kenji nervously slicked his hair back as he waited for the song to catch up.
"Pease dontake it so bably, Cuz Lawd knows Imto--I'm to blame!"

Grinning madly, Kenji warbled his way through the rest of Freebird, to the loud applause of his fellow family members. He made a spirited effort to mimic the guitar solo with his mouth, pausing only to wipe off the microphone midway through the extended pinch harmonics section. As the song faded out, Kenji looked at his score with no small amount trepidation.

A B?! Kenji awkwardly fumbled the microphone back onto its stand, and stormed unsteadily off the stage. With a weary smile, he called out to the next prospective singer, "Gotter warmed'up for you! C'mon up!"

"Man!" Tomo thinks to himself as he flies above the packed streets, "Neo-Tokyo is awfully more busy then ever! I wonder if there's a concert...? Or a kickass action movie? Hell, for all I know there could be a new iGalaxy that had just been released, I dunno..."

At the same time, the young genius was also tuning in The Video Star Radio, which he was randomly scrolling through channels until the intro for the show caused interest in him to hear. For an extraterrestrial radio show, it was quite amusing. If only he could see what was going on. Yes, Neo-Tokyo also housed other superheroes and villains that were also aliens from god knows where in space. He even read on the news about the intergalactic space policeman Galdaroth saving Earth AND other planets from crime.

Though his name sounds like something from a Transformers movie. he thinks to himself as he slows to a hover just a few meters above the ground.

A few fans began to wave and call out his name, some of them even began jumping up and down. Tomo retracts his helmet and with a nice smile he waves back, salutes, and even points at some of the fans while laughing himself. At least his popularity is still at an all time high!

---

"Look here bud, I don't think you understand. I WON THE GAME" Jack sort of half-yelled in this guys face, he was stronger than him that was for sure, besides that was the second time that he tried his exit. If he wouldn't let him go he may have to demonstrate what 'The Game' meant, "If I won the game then they CANNOT charge me, it's the way it works. Reality will not allow the results of the game to change, unless of course there is a re-match. Which these people won't get the chance of due to them SPILLING MY TEA ON ME," there was very little that got Jack this worked up but people who were sore losers were number one on the list.

"Even if the police got here, the game wouldn't let them charge me. It's like... I'm the house and we're in Vegas. I have the high ground here. Trying to not pay up the winnings won't work out in anyone's favor but mine. If you still think the receipt is under duress go and print one for my order yourself, the same thing'll happen no matter what till you use." Jack went on the explain, continuously trying to pull his arm away.
"And you're right I'm not from around here, I was born out west. But you know, Neo Tokyo, city of dreams and all that jazz,".

Then a few moments passed and he realized something important. "Wait you sign your fast food receipts? Who does that in this day and age?" He wasn't sure who to direct the question to in the circumstances so he sort of gave it to the floor, "Isn't this place supposed to be defining the future or something?"

-removed-

It had been a difficult morning for Luda. She had only just finished making her costume that very morning, and already a call had come in over the police scanner about an altercation at a local cafe. Someone had attempted to dine and dash or something? A good start for a hero, but still a bit rushed. She was out of breath by the time she arrived, doubled over and wheezing hard, but she was there, and she was a HERO, so she had to act authoritative somehow.

"Stop in the name of JUSTICE, for I am, uh... Tough Love." she pointed an accusing finger at the man holding the clearly special needs fellow blabbering about games. Was this the guy? "You know, just because you don't like paying for your meal, doesn't give you permission to assault the mentally ill! Society's got to have moral standards."

STOPMAN III

"Oh, you'll get your free meal, alright. Down at the station, I hear they serve katsudon to the suspects.", Barring the fact that "GIVE ME FOOD" barely qualified as a game in the first place (really, it was a challenge at best), Jack had forgotten several important details. After all, all he had specified was that "He got his meal for free."

At no point was it specified that he wouldn't be arrested, or that "his meal" would specifically be that apple pie or this tea. Furthermore, Souta had never been playing in the first place. A short-sighted mistake made by many a reality warper over the years. Souta wondered briefly if such godlike figures had some sort of compulsion to insert self-defeating flaws, but was interrupted by an out-of-breath girl showing up at the door. He stared for a second after she finished.

"Yeah, hey, I'm Souta, nice to meet you. I'm uh-", he stuck out his cellphone and waved it, "-I'm the one calling the cops, here. Ask anyone, they'll tell-", he was interrupted by the operator picking up, "-Oh, yeah, hello. No, I was calling to report a dine-and-dash but it looks like a hero showed up. Yeah, thanks. Sorry for taking up your time."

He flipped the phone closed and shoved it back into his pocket, "Hey, uh... Tough Love, was it? Can you drop this guy off at the station?"

These karaoke contests were always enjoyable. Hearing his brothers sing the various so passionately always brought a smile to his face. Here they could relax and wind down from their work and engage in friendly chatter.

Youma Hachirou watched in delight as Kenji was doing his entertaining performance. In his right hand he held a Cosmopolitan, which he felt would be a proper drink to get him in the mood for his song. Currently he was dressed in his suit, with his patchwork scarf and his zori sandals on, which showed off his elegantly trimmed toenails. After all, if his toes were shown they'd need to be in tip-top position.

Soon Kenji finished up his performance and called up to him. It was Hachirou's turn now. With a cheerful grin Hachirou gave a nod to Kenji. "Alriiiight! Lets do it!" He declared eagerly.

Hachirou could've chosen many songs to possibly butcher in karaoke, however he always had a peculiar favorite choice. He always went with some popular music, as he felt the family got a good kick from when he would attempt to mimic the young female stars who made these hits.

As karaoke wasn't just about the song, but of course the impassioned delivery of it. It was to make sure the fellow boys had a good time, and he would give them a good time.

And so Hachirou, getting into the mood swayed his hips as sensually as he could while getting on the stage. After that he slowly began twirling his short hair, really looking as if he was simply dealing with an imaginary strand of hair with his right index finger. With his right hand he grabbed the microphone as the Teleprompter was starting up and just starting to get the lyrics to E-girls hit single, Anniversary!!

The highly cheerful music started flowing as Hachirou began to sing. "Mischievous lips!" He used his left hand to blow an over-exaggerated kiss in an attempt of cuteness.

"Uwa uwa u/
uwa uwa uwa/"

Those lyrics were constantly shifting between a shrill falsetto to something sounding more cutesy. Which Hachirou didn't mind, after all the score wasn't important. What was important was sharing fun performances with the family.

"When we begin to make noise again, it's time for a party!" With that he clinched his left elbow to his side and swayed from side to side, all the while keeping a grin on his face.

"One, two or more to anywhere/
Once you get on board yourself too, let's try/
Let's collect our dreeaaaams!" He sang out yowling quite a bit on the dreams part.

Hachirou eagerly bobbed his head and titled it while using his left hand to make a sideways V for Victory sign.

"How do you/
How do you/
How are you feelin' now?/
All the things that you want to do//
You must do them/
As for youth..."

"It disappears in no time" He looked aside and clutched his left hand and dramatically brought it down.

Hachirou returned to swaying his hips in a feminine fashion.

"Every day seems like it is Anniversary/
A glitter diary/
Diary/
I cannot wait anymore until summer/
Because the wind blows comfortably"

"You and I, we live/
The heart can be a paradise anytime/
So fantastic/
If I wore a dull clock in my wrist/
The time that I'd spend would also be worthless"

"It is now that it is important" He dramatically sung out while stretching out his back,

"When it is night, I become noisy/
uwa uwa u" Again returned the shrill falsetto for a bit.

"As I cry" Hachirou dragged down his left finger down his cheek.

"Beautiful stars are falling/
When I feel the night wind to be cold" Upon that line he clutched at his scarf with his left hand.

"Will I sleep in spite of feeling pain?
This will be all, too"

"What do you
What do you" He stared into the very crowd.

"What do you think about?" During that line Hachirou's voice noticeably cracked

If I opened my eyes bathed in extreme light
It appears that person again sleeping by my side

"We will be overflowed" Upon delivering that lyric Hachirou gave a bit of a pelvic thrust

"By new things everyday/
Every day" He returned to swaying his hips as he playfully waggled his index finger.

If we missed this, I'm sure it would be for a life time/
This may lead us to regrets/
The thing that you and me want/
Beautiful memories/
So fantastic/
If you've got a boring lifestyle/
You'll become a boring adult also"

"Happy days/
Happy you/
Exactly as I have seen it in the movies/
I want to experience all this with you/
a a au a a wo wo/
a a au a a yeah yeah/"

"I want to get excited!/
How about you?" And with that he dramatically over thrusted his hand to point at the gathered members.

"Every day seems like it is Anniversary/
A glitter diary." Hachirou moved his left fingers in a makeshift wave as he gave a wink.

"Diary/
I cannot wait anymore until summer/
Because the wind blows comfortably/
You and I live

"The heart is a paradise anytime/
So fantastic/
If I wore a dull clock in my wrist/
The time that I'd spend would also be worthless/" He passionately finished out dropping to his very knees and glancing down. After a few seconds of that he got up and made his way off the stage.

Super Cosmos

"But sir, you've already had 15 drinks... Shouldn't you be calling a cab instead of asking for more?"

"I'm here to sample all you've got, and I'm not leaving until I catch 'em all. Seriously, how many times do I have to tell you? Are you sure that YOU aren't the one drinking heavily?" Cosmos regarded the man with an exaggeratedly pained expression. "I'm sure you can tell that I'm nowhere NEAR inebriation. After all, you probably deal with drunks pretty frequently."

"I work the morning shift! Nobody goes to a restaurant bar this early to get smashed!"

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Just bring me the next drink on the menu already." Cosmos, tired once more of convincing a serviceman to service him, returned his attention to the TV above the bar. The TV was tuned into MTV-Japan, and on the screen a group of punked-out Koreans were shown humping land vehicles and firing off weapons while singing Bang, bang, bang!

This planet's entertainment gets stranger every year, Cosmos thought just as the transmission was interrupted by one Spandez Conquest Hour. A crash was heard at the end of the bar - the bartender had dropped the drink he was mixing in horror at the appearance of the Lord of Bloodsport. Cosmos watched the broadcast with interest, while the bartender watched in horror.

His interest was quickly replaced with rage.

"That... that bug thinks he can just give away my planet? And what, for a reality show? This isn't his planet to give away! I found it first! I own it!" Cosmos grumbled and fumed to himself as the broadcast continued. "I'll show him... I'll go give that guy a piece of my mind. I'm gonna punch him right in the buggy face! Bartender! Make that drink to go!"

The bartender would have been relieved by Cosmos' departure, had the broadcast not involved ownership of his home planet. It probably didn't help that this man who insisted he wasn't drunk was now insisting hat he was the owner of the very same planet. "Er... right, sir. Very well..." Distracted, the bartender slowly made the drink, and by the time he had finished the refreshment the broadcast had ended, returning to MTV-Japan's regularly scheduled programming.

Drink securely in hand and the bartender paid in full, Cosmos left the bar to search for this Pterrordactyl fellow and use him to secure an audience with that Lord of Bloodsport.

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A newcomer, what was the world coming to. First things first he needed to try and further explain the game, if people didn't understand then no one would take it seriously. "The game," Jack began, "since you clearly do not understand is an objective, a rule set and a time limit, which this guy lost," he motioned to the employee who he had been dealing with earlier, "also don't try something uncool like bringing up trivialities in my term, it won't work. The food he served me was 'my meal' as far as the game was concerned. Now, the objective of the game could be anything, solve a riddle, climb a building, or even take out a guard or two. Then we have the rules, they could be things such as: You cannot use the internet, you may not fly and you may not kill them, respectively to the objectives I mentioned earlier. The time limit is self explanatory. The we have the terms, the 'bets' you may say." Jack explained this in length, to both of these people.

"The easiest way would be to show you," Jack concluded, taking two items out of his pocket, another card and a coin, he placed the first of these items flat on the table, it was a standard jack of spades, one that he gave to the less persistent folks. The coin was nothing special, it has a heads and a tail to it and it was a bit grimy from being sat in Jacks pocket all this time, "now it's a simple game since it's a mere example. I will flip this coin onto the table, if it lands on it's side then you win. No rules. If you win by some miracle then you get this card, to clarify this means that no one else will be able to pick it up but you until it has been in your hands, in which case that limit is broken and when you put it back down people can take it once more, no time limit clearly, and if you lose I get the card," Jack hated explaining his ability, he hated having to do trivial games like this to explain it. But nevertheless he flung the coin, and it sprung into the air.

Now on the other side of the room something interesting was happening, the manager was trying his very best to scrawl out a hand-written receipt, whenever it came to pricing the items however he involuntarily wrote the word 'complimentary', by this point a small pile of paper was beginning to amass itself as both the manager and the employee were perplexed by the issue at hand. Jack, then turned to the newcomer and said the following words, with slight restraint, "Tough Love? What kind of name is that?".

"Ms. Sonoda, please take a seat."

She complied with little fuss, quietly settling down onto the hard wooden chair before her headmaster's desk. Maplewood, to be exact. It was cool to the touch, a solid reminder of her presence in this room of authority. This was the office of the most powerful man in the school, the very symbol of the influence held within the being currently steepled over a grand table, eyes boring into hers! It would be here where her fate would be decided, where a resolution would be found for her shocking act of descending three storeys from a class window!

"Sir."

>>The well-groomed beard, properly-done cravat, the intelligence lying within those eyes ... it is evident that this atmosphere is no mere illusion! You, headmaster, are truly a figure of respect and authority! I must ensure that you do not unveil my identity from this meeting, no matter how much competence you may possess! What do you suspect me of? A delinquent whose actions were made with impunity? A girl desiring death? A madwoman let loose in a prestigious academy of education? I am here to learn the truth, and that is your pursuit as well.

The headmaster sighed, his body seemingly releasing built-up tension. It was a sigh of exasperation, of a man who had dealt with far too many crazy Neo-Tokyo schemes in his life. It was the sigh of a man who sought refuge from the madness in his duties as a headmaster, but also one who had his ambitions crushed by the presence of the strange in his new life! In her own search for salvation from the forces of Cerebral Intelligentsia, the second Sonoda Yuka had doomed this school to the chaos that her presence brought!

"I've tried to get in touch with your parents," said the man finally, watching Yuka with the eyes of a tired hawk. "They haven't been answering any of our calls. Do you know why, Ms. Sonoda?"

"They are away."

Such a blunt and succinct reply was not one the headmaster was expecting!

"They are," he continued, caught slightly off-guard. "Do you ... know when they'll return?"

"No."

>>One day I shall discover the whereabouts of my true parents, of my identity before all was shrouded in fierce darkness, but until then, I know nothing of those responsible for bringing me into being. It is a shame then, that I must forge identities for my parents so that I can attend this school without suspicion!

Her highschool's principal shook his head. "I need to talk to them," he stressed. "You're only eighteen; you have much in your future. You can't just jump out of windows!"

"Understood."

>>Had I been an eighteen year old like my compatriots, I would have truly understood your wishes, but I cannot, for my duty to protect cannot be overridden by such restrictions, restrictions that do little to ensure my own safety! I am not so fragile that a mere three-storey drop is enough to destroy me.

"Ms. Sonoda, I need you to work with us-"

Alarms rang.

Yuka's posture straightened. She was no longer slacking, leaning back into her chair like a bored, lazy student. There could only be one reason for the alarms, and it was not a drill. An attack was coming, and she knew that it was likely that Cerebral Intelligentsia was responsible!

>>I must ensure the safety of all in this school! Sir, please partake in the evacuations to the shelters!

She stood up with a start. The headmaster was already preparing everything necessary to take down to the bomb shelters beneath their school. Had she been another student, Sonoda Yuka would have followed, but she was already striding out the door and down the hallway, ignoring the shouts of secretaries or her headmaster to stop. Her time had come. An enemy was at the gates, and it was her duty to answer.

Her rapid footsteps took her to the rooftop.

Perfect.

>>It is time.

She leapt, diving off the edge.

The winds grew. A tornado of energy seemed to consume her.

"HENSHIN!"

Steel rang against concrete.

Light flashed from the dust.

Metallica Weapon triumphant, rose to meet the world.