Aishiteru Means I Love You

"I will ask you just one more time." Hyena growled as she slammed the man against a wall. "WHERE! IS! ISHIMURA?" The man proceeded to hyperventilate and let out various terrified words in Japanese.

"Sis, don't you know anything about the Japanese?" sighed Jackal. "They don't respond well to the forwardness that many Americans are used to. You have to be polite and subtle, like this." He picked the man up and turned him upside down. "Sir, if you don't tell us how to get to Ishimura, you're going to find out what being a jackhammer feels like. So please give us some instructions, if you don't mind."

"N-no, no speaka...no speaka Eigo!" the man shouted in panic. "Gomen nasai! Yamero-yo, kudasai!"

"How the hell are we supposed to find Ishimura at this rate?" yelled a frustrated Hyena.

"Well, maybe if /someone/ hadn't killed the pilot of that plane we hijacked," Jackal said accusingly. "We might've had an easier time finding out!"

"Oh yeah, let the pilot live so he can call the air marshal on our asses!" Hyena said, waving her claws in the air. "Great idea!" The man gave a sigh of relief when a siren was heard. "Goddammit! Those things are everywhere!" said Hyena.

"Don't worry, sis." Jackal said with a smile. "I've heard Tokyo cops don't even carry guns. This'll be cake!" They soon found out, however, that Tokyo police did have batons and knew more than a little about hand to hand combat. Still, they were little match for the twin cyborgs. It was when back up showed up that Jackal and Hyena decided to make a run for it.

"Damn!" Hyena yelled after they finally lost them. "I think one of them dented my hip!"

"We might as well go see if Randy had any luck." said Jackal.

Hyena gave one of her exaggerated laughs. "Randy. I still can't believe Wolf's name is really Randolph!"

Jackal grinned. "Don't call him that to his face. Wolf landed in solitary after he attacked a guard for calling him Randolph."

"Randolph Hakonsen!" Hyena laughed. "That name's almost as bad as Harry Elvis!" She laughed some more.

"Oh, I don't think it's all that bad." growled a voice from the shadows.

"Why, hello, Wolf!" Jackal said charmingly. "Any luck on finding out where Ishimura is?"

Wolf growled. "Take a good look at me, Jackal! Do I look like someone who can just waltz into a gas station and plunk down five dollars for a Rand-MacNalley?"

"Mmm...no, I suppose not."
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"Hey, Chaz, settle down, man!" Lou said as he pulled Chaz away from the kiosk.

"Did you see the filth this man is selling?" yelled Chaz as he pointed to the small man cowering in a corner. "They got these comic books with pictures of men doing nasty stuff to each other! Why the hell isn't this shit illegal?"

"Well, what do you expect?" said a gray haired man. "This country has a population that's less than one percent Christian. Certainly it's cities will be plagued with pornography and sodomy as well as those filthy demons."

"Yeah, yeah, save the sermon for Sunday, Rev." said Lou. "All your preaching won't mean dick when we go toe to toe with those gargoyles!"

"Tell me again why you brought /them/ along?" Beatrice asked Castaway.

"My dear Beatrice," he replied. "Charles 'Chaz' Lumpkin may be an idiot, but he's strong and dedicated. Louis "Lou" Gordon has the brains and capability to keep Chaz in control. His skill with weapons is no small thing either. Reverend Nathaniel Walters was once a missionary in Japan and knows the language and general area. Don't let his age fool you, he is quite strong and capable of swinging a hammer. Banky Quoyeser and his girlfriend, Felicia Ancelet have proven themselves loyal as my personal bodyguard. As for the rest, they were chosen for being reasonably capable, yet expendable should worst come to worst. All but one very special member of the Quarrymen." Castaway cupped her chin. "Beatrice 'Bea' Brown, strong, capable, clever, brave and oh so very beautiful. I brought you along because I know of no one else I'd rather have at my side while exterminating those monsters."

"Castaway, you silver-tongued devil!" Beatrice chuckled.

"Please, call me John. You can even call me Jonny if you like."

"I believe I will, Jonny. But, please, let us remember why we are here."

"I have the information of their location. We will attack at sunset."

"Why are we waiting, Jonny? It would be so much easier to smash them in their sleep."

"Bea, my dear, have you seen a gargoyle statue since we got here? We musn't underestimate our enemy. They find places to hide by day. But I know where they will be after 8 PM tonight."

"How did you get this information, Jonny?'

Castaway pulled her close and led her to a semi-private corner away from the rest of the Quarrymen. "Bea, I can trust you, can't I? I can tell you secrets you wouldn't tell any of the others? Even your own sister?"

"Jonny, you can trust me completely!" she said, stroking his mustache. "That silly sister of mine isn't even that dedicated to your cause. Could you see her dangling from a chopper while aiming an M-16 at a gargoyle or its human whore?" Beatrice laughed at the idea. "The best that marshmallow has done for the Quarrymen is host a bake sale!"

"That's something we have in common, Bea. Sisters who don't understand the real threat gargoyles pose. Sarah may be a weakling, but at least she understands that the gargoyles need to die, even if she hasn't the spine to wield a hammer herself. My sister...." Castaway sighed and shook his head sadly. "She used to understand what monsters they are, but she has forgotten. She sent me a wedding invitation...."

"No!" Beatirce touched Castaway's arm in sympathy. "Tell me she's not marrying one of those beasts!"

"Robyn is not that far gone, thank God." Castaway paused to toy with Beatrice's curls. "However, she's made friends with the beasts. Many of her guests and her entire wedding party is made up of these...abominations! My sister must be taught the error of her ways, Beatrice. Can I trust you to stand by my side and help me save my sister from herself?"

"Of course, Jonny!" She threw herself into his arms. "Anywhere you go, anything you do, I will be at your side, always."

"And I will always be by yours." he said, embracing her.

At sunset, Castaway led his followers to the temple. "Seems awful quiet." Banky observed.

"A little too quiet." Felicia added.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley in the shadow of death," said Reverend Walters. "I shall fear no evil."

"Cuz I'm the biggest son of a bitch in the valley!" laughed Chaz.

"Will all of you shut up!" hissed Lou.

"Be ready, my Quarrymen!" Castaway pulled on his mask, signaling the others to do the same. "And now, be ready!" He hefted up his hammer and pressed the button on the hammer, making it spark and hum with energy. He struck the door, blasting it open. "DEATH TO ALL GARG...." He was cut off by silence. There was not a soul in this temple. Nothing but darkness and a shrine to a laughing Buddha.

"I-I don't understand!" said Beatrice. "Jonny, where are the gargoyles?"

"This is the address Robyn gave me." said Castaway. "I-I'm just as stunned as you are!"

"If I can't destroy a gargoyle," said Reverend Walters. "I'll at least destroy that graven image!" He approached the altar, hammer raised. Just as he was about to smash the Buddha, he noticed a tape recorder with a note taped to it that read "For John Castaway." Reverend Walters picked up the recorder. "Mr. Castaway, I believe this was meant for you."

Castaway recognized his sister's handwriting. Hesitantly, he pressed the play button. "Jonny, you complete glaikit moron!" Robyn's voice shouted at him. "If you are hearing this, it's because I was wrong about you. I thought maybe for the sake of family, you could lay aside your hate for one measly day. If you're hearing this, it means you hate gargoyles more than you love your sister. You are no longer my brother, you are now my enemy, and you are so off my Christmas card list! Enjoy your stay in Japan, ya great bawbag!" The tape ended.

"Can we smash the statue anyway?" asked Chaz.

"Smash away." Castaway sighed. Chaz and Reverend Walters gleefully obeyed.
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"What are you wearing?" Yama demanded of Staghart.

"Oh, Kai lent it to me. Glad he had one in ming blue." Staghart was now wearing one of the modified kimonos that members of the Ishimura clan often wore. "Dr. Kimura said if I'm going to be a donor, I should wear something more loose fitting." Staghart modeled the new outfit. "Now, don't I look fierce?"

Yama face palmed. "Gaijin, you are wearing it all wrong!"

"What? Wrong accessories?"

"You have the panels right over left instead of left over right." Yama undid the front of the kimono to demonstrate. "And only oiran wear the obi tied in the front!"

"Hey, Amp!" Lexington came running in. "There's gonna be a...Yama, what are you doing with my boyfriend?"

"Hmph!" sniffed Staghart, closing the kimono. "Didn't even invite me to dinner first!"

"It...it isn't like that!" snapped Yama. "I was just showing him the proper way to wear a kimono. It's left over right for the living. Right over left is only used when dressing a dead body." Staghart arranged his kimono in the proper way Yama was describing. "And the belt needs to be knotted up in the back. I'll do it for you."

"Suck in, Miss Scarlett!" Lex quipped as Yama took the ends of the obi.

"Funny." Staghart gasped a bit as Yama tied the initial knot. "By the by, what is an oiran? You said they wore the belt like I did."

"An oiran is a prostitute." Yama said matter-of-factly as he knotted up the obi.

"So...I was dressed like a dead hooker?"

"Well, now that we've had Japanese Eye for the Queer Guy," said Lex. "There's a Sumo match going on! C'mon, it's about to start."

"Ooh, I'd like to get this on film." said Staghart, grabbing his camera.

The dohyo ring had been set up outside. Lexington and Staghart met up with Angela, who was now wearing a mint green kimono like the one young females of the Ishimura clan wore. "Hey, guys." she said. "Have you seen Broadway? I was hoping we could watch this together."

"Haven't seen him." said Lex.

"Nice outfit." said Staghart.

"Thank you. I borrowed it from Sora." she said. "Your outfit looks good too."

"Thanks, borrowed it from Kai." said Staghart. "Yama showed me the 'proper' way to wear it."

"Had trouble remembering left over right?" Angela guessed. "Sora told me how to remember it. Just remember the phrase 'Leftover rice'." She leaned in close. "Can you boys keep a secret?"

"Sure." Lex said with a shrug.

"Well, after I got fitted for my bridesmaid gown, Fox took me shopping. I have to say, I was kind of fun to do something humans do all the time. I told her about how Broadway's jealousy was getting on my nerves, so she advised me to do something to remind him who's bed I'm in at the end of the night. Her words. Then, she bought this for me." Angela motioned them to come a little closer and opened her kimono just enough for them to get a glimpse of a barely there black halter with the cups attached to a black leather choker with fine gold chains..

"Black? In the summer?" Staghart critiqued.

"I don't think she's planning on wearing it very long." Lex said, elbowing his lover.

"Actually," said Angela. "Back in New York I had this friend in the Labyrinth named Bambi. Staghart, don't look at me like that! That's the name she gave me. Anyway, Bambi showed me a few...dance moves. And Fox agreed to help me by fixing up one of the rooms at the Old Temple."

"Ah, you're gonna do a strip tease for him?" Lex guessed.

"It's called exotic dancing." said Angela.

"Stripping." Lexington and Staghart said at the same time.

"Oh, be quiet. The match is about to start."

A purple robed referee took the center of the ring and said something in Japanese. After some short applause, he took out a scroll and began reading off it. "Burodawei!" he announced, followed by a chime of two wooden blocks clanging together. Angela brought her hands to her mouth as "Burodawei" mounted the dohyo, clad in a bright silk skirt. "I'll kill him." she muttered. "I am going to kill him!"

"Not if these guys kill him first!" said Lex. The referee named more wrestlers, both human and gargoyle Kaze was among them. A wooden chime sounded after each name. Each wrestler stood on the edge of the ring, facing the audience.

"I'll give you something to remember him by." Staghart started filming.

Once all the wrestlers had been announced, the referee knelt and said something in Japanese. There were more chimes as the wrestlers turned toward the ring and did some arm movements. Broadway looked like he was just doing what everyone else was doing, and doing it rather awkwardly. There was more chiming as the wrestlers left the ring. Angela had no idea what the referee said next, but she recognized the names "Kaze" and "Burodawei."

"Oh, I can't look!" she said, covering her eyes.

Broadway and Kaze mounted the dohyo. Both had removed the colorful skirts. Broadway was now wearing his usual loincloth while Kaze was wearing the traditional fundoshi. Kaze tossed a handful of salt into the ring. Broadway followed suit. They entered the ring and faced each other. Broadway immitated the stomping maneuvers Kaze did. Kaze clapped his hands and showed the palms to Broadway. Broadway looked confused for a moment, then clapped his hands and slapped his palms against Kaze's, much to the crowd's amusement.

"Please tell me Broadway didn't just play 'Patty Cake' with a Sumo." sighed Lex.

The referee said something in Japanese. Broadway and Kaze squatted, facing each other. When the referee dropped his fan, the two barreled into each other. The match didn't last long. Broadway screamed as Kaze bodily threw him out of the ring where he rolled head over tail onto the ground. Angela rushed to his side.

"Broadway?" she asked are you alright?"

Broadway smiled vacantly. "Pass the sour cream." he said dazedly.

"I hope I did not hurt him badly." said Kaze.

"What were you thinking letting him do this?" Angela demanded of Kaze.

"He insisted." Kaze said with a shrug. "I warned him that Sumo was very much a difficult sport, but when I told him rules, he said it sound easy and he want try. He no listen. Like with wasabi. Very much stubborn that one."

"Yes," sighed Angela. "He's a stubborn jackass at times." She helped him to his feet. "But he's my stubborn jackass." With his arm around her neck, she led him back to the temple.

"Kaze-Kun!" Moero slapped him on the back. "Congratulations! You won!" He spoke to him in Japanese.

Kaze nodded. "I won the match." he responded in Japanese. "But Broadway-San got the prize."

"What were you thinking?" Angela asked as she lead Broadway to the Old Temple. "Broadway, Kaze is a professional fighter. You could've been hurt."

"Hey, I might not have had the fancy training Kaze had." said Broadway. "But I know how to hold my own!"

"And you had to go into the ring and prove it." she guessed.

"Yeah, well, Sumo sounded easy when Kaze told me about it. He said all you have to do is make the opponent fall down or push 'em out of the ring without drawing any blood. I thought I could do it."

"And you wanted to do it for me."

"Yeah...well...." Broadway groped for words. "I just wanted you to see me as someone special."

"Broadway, I /do/ see you as someone special. You don't have to do crazy antics to impress me." She laughed ironically. "But, I'm a hypocrite. I had planned to do some crazy stunt tonight in an attempt to impress you."

"Angela, I'm already impressed by you!" Broadway was astonished to think she believed otherwise. "I mean, you're smart, kind, brave and beautiful. You're everything to me." He put his arms around her. "I love you, Angela. I want you with me always. I'd ask you to be my mate but...."

"Your mate?" her eyes lit up with excitement. "Broadway, do you mean it?"

"I...uh, it's just..." Broadway looked at the floor. "I feel you can do better than me."

"I don't want 'better', I want you!" She threw her arms around him and gave him a big kiss, to his delight and surprise. Broadway wrapped his wings around her and kissed her passionately. When they came up for air, Broadway caressed Angela's hair.

"So, that makes two pairs of engaged gargoyles, huh?" said Broadway.

"Oh, Broadway, let's have a double wedding!" Angela suggested. "Lexington is like a brother to both of us and I'm very fond of Staghart."

"OK." he said with a smile. "If that's what you want. Say, what was that 'crazy stunt' you wanted to do for me tonight?"

She smiled. "Come with me." she took his hand.

She lead him to a bedroom and had him sit on the low futon. Broadway noted that the sparse furniture had been pushed back against the wall. A CD player sat on a low table and the most notable thing in the room was a pole that stretched nearly to the ceiling. "What's this for?" he asked.

"Just sit back and watch." She hit the play button on the CD player. "Out Tonight" from /Rent/ started to play. Angela paced sexily as the intro played. When the singing began she did some seductive warm up stretches. She put a hand on the pole and did some gyrations, allowing a bare leg to slip from the folds of her kimono. She undid the obi and threw the kimono to Broadway, revealing her tight, short skirt and all too sexy halter. Broadway's jaw dropped at the sight.

Angela undulated her body to the music and lifted a leg tantalizingly against the pole. She lowered the leg and bent over, tossing her hair. She wrapped an arm around the pole and circled it seductively. She made the "We don't need any money" gesture she had seen Daphne Rubin-Vega do. She quickly climbed the pole and slid down as the singer howled the title of the song. Angela did all the moves Bambi taught her and a few she came up with on her own, utilizing her wings and tail. Broadway gulped as he broke out in a sweat at the sight of Angela's nearly naked body performing just for him.

As the song slowed down a bit, so did Angela, running her hands over her bared flesh. She undid the leather choker, letting the garment fall away and expose her full breasts. Angela tossed the halter to Broadway, where it landed on his head. Broadway tossed it away so he could get a better look at Angela teasing her fuchsia nipples until they peaked.

The song picked up again, and Angela was back at the pole. She slid herself up and down it, twisting and turning every which way. She mentally congratulated herself when she managed to pull off the upside down slide with her legs spread. She celebrated with a tumble and a whipping of her hair. "Work the hair, girlfriend!" Bambi often told her.

As the song neared its end, Angela knelt before Broadway and crept before him. She turned over, arching, thrusting and kicking just like Daphne Rubin-Vega. She flipped over again, stretched over and leaned towards Broadway so that she was looking him in the eye when the song ended. The CD player whirred, having been programmed to stop after that one song. Angela hoped Broadway's reaction would not be like Roger's. Right now, he looked even more dazed than he had when Kaze threw him out of the ring.

"Broadway...." she said seductively.

"Gah...." he responded, unable to close his mouth.

"This thing is awfully tight." she said, standing up. "I better take it off." Angela slowly unzipped her skirt and fairly peeled it off, revealing that she had nothing on underneath. The sight and smell made Broadway dizzy. When she spread her labia and began touching herself, Broadway was torn. Should he grab her, toss her to the futon and make mad, passionate love to her or sit back and watch her pleasure herself?

Angela had never done anything like this before. While she had the pleasures of exploring her body since it started blossoming, it had always been in private, and nearly always while laying down. Doing this for Broadway made it all the more exciting. She thrust against her hand and moaned as her other hand squeezed a breast. She called out Broadway's name as she made herself come. She bent over, limp as a puppet with cut strings. Broadway picked her up and lay her on the bed, kissing her.

"That....was the most amazing....most beautiful...." he said between kisses. "Do you know how hot you look when you're coming?"

"Maybe you should make me come again." she suggested.

Broadway eagerly took off his loincloth and plunged into her hot, wet cavern. They both shouted out. He grabbed both breasts and began riding her. A tap of her tail at his side urged him to turn over. She wanted to be on top. Broadway would let her. He lay back and watched her beautiful body shake, shiver and undulate as she rode him. She was so hot, so wet, so soft. She turned around, still impaled on him, so he could stroke and kiss her long, slender tail. She was touching herself again, touching his balls and the base of his penis as she did.

It wasn't very long before both let out fierce roars of orgasm. Angela shuddered against Broadway and slowly lifted herself off him. She cuddled against him. "I love you, Broadway." she said. "I am yours and only yours."

He held her close. "You and I are one." he told her. "Now and forever."


A/N: The random Japanese man being bullied by Hyena and Jackal was saying "I'm sorry! Stop it! Please!"