Su Kaolla - With a license to thrill PG-13
Niklas
"Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: The Crimson Moon is about to appear and the time for Kaolla's change is imminent. Amalla remembers about it in time and Kaolla is called back home, to ensure that the foreigners she's living about doesn't find out about her condition. However, Kaolla believes that she might be bored without her usual playmates around and thus arranges for Keitaro to go to Molmol with her, which causes all kinds of havoc!
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Previously, on 'Su Kaolla - With a license to thrill'
"Come with me, your highness." the guard repeated through clenched teeth. His shoulder hurt like hell after that bloody stunt, but he had a duty to fulfil and he wouldn't fail. No way in hell, not while he was still capable of drawing breath. Not when the alternative was having to account for his failure in front of a furious Rawan.
Keitaro scrambled up to his feet again, Kaolla trembling against his chest with her arms wrapped around him. While this wasn't the first time there had been an attempt on her life, none of them had ever come this close to succeeding before.
/I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid./ Kaolla mentally insisted to herself, gritted her teeth and started taking in their surroundings, analyzing the situation. There was something off about it all and she knew that she should be clever enough to figure out what.
/Ah, yes./ she cheered in her head. Not a single bullet had been fired at her. The fake waiter had been about to aim his weapon at the bodyguard when the guard shot him. Quite a few bullets had struck Keitaro's seat just seconds after he vacated it in order to jump towards her. But not a single bullet had struck her former seat. It hadn't been a real grenade, but a smoke grenade. It wasn't assassins, it was kidnappers!
"There she is! Grab her!" somebody screamed.
"Move it, Prince Su!" the bodyguard ordered as three goons appeared from out of the smoke. The guard shot one of them and shouldered Keitaro aside to get him moving in another direction. "Run. Go somewhere safe." the guard pleaded, before the other two goons fired a shot each at him, causing him to fall back as blood sprayed out from his chest and stomach. "Move it!" he shouted on his way down, as he let a final shot fly at one of the goons, who screamed in pain as his left leg exploded in a cascade of blood.
"No!" Kaolla screamed in anger, denial and grief. Halan had been one of the royal bodyguards since she was five. She had played in the royal garden with his two daughters. He had bandaged her knee when she fell from the tree outside her bedroom window when she was seven.
He was her friend.
Keitaro rushed into the smoke and confusion carrying Kaolla as gunshots could be heard all around them along with screamed orders and panicked outcries.
Roll credits
Chapter Seven:
"Kaolla! Son-in-law!" Queen Amara cried out with obvious relief in her voice as Keitaro staggered outside with Kaolla in his arms from one of the two doors on this side of the building, trying to ignore his body's protests as he carried his sobbing newly-minted wife outside. One of her two bodyguards was hovering by his queen's side, while the other changed directions mid-run, apparently having been on the way back inside the restaurant through another entrance.
"Prince Su! Are you all right? Is the Princess okay?" the nearest bodyguard inquired, rushing over towards them and then proceeding to hurry them over towards the Queen, who was dragged around a corner by the second bodyguard now that she was less insistent on trying to get back inside.
"Yes, we're fine." Keitaro hastily replied, then looked around for the rest of the girls, frowning as he failed to spot them. "Where are the others!" he asked, a faint note of panic slipping into his voice as it became increasingly obvious that they weren't there.
"They're still inside. We had to leave them to bring the Queen to safety." the bodyguard replied, then grunted with surprise as Keitaro pushed Kaolla into his arms. "Prince Su!" the bodyguard protested as Keitaro turned around and ran back towards the restaurant.
"Keitaro!" Kaolla protested, struggling to get away from the bodyguard and back to her newly married husband.
"Son-in-law!" Queen Amara shouted.
"I have to get them!" Keitaro shouted and rushed through the door he'd just exited, coughing as he returned to the smoke-covered area. "Haruka! Naru! Motoko! Kitsune! Shinobu! Sarah!" he screamed as he rushed through the smoke-filled room, grunting as he bumped against tables or stumbled over over-turned chairs in his mad dash through the area, heedless of his own safety.
"Keitaro!" he heard a voice calling him and he instantly headed in that direction, cursing as he nearly stumbled over yet another overturned chair. "Keitaro!" the voice repeated and he now recognized it as Aunt Haruka.
"Haruka!" he screamed and paled as he saw her fade into view through the smoke, huddled protectively in a low crouch over an unconscious Shinobu which she had dragged into a corner booth. There were splatters of blood all over Haruka and she held a machinegun unwaveringly in her right hand, despite the nasty bruise forming on her left cheek and a bleeding cut over her left eyebrow. Shinobu had a pale face and her hair was matted with blood. "What happened? Are you all right? What happened to Shinobu?" he demanded as he stopped and bent down to check on Shinobu.
"I'm fine." Haruka calmly replied in a voice devoid of all emotion. "She took a nasty blow to the back of her head and one of those assholes tossed her over his shoulder to be carried off, but I got to him in time." Haruka explained and spat on the floor, her saliva mixed with a small amount of blood which gave it a reddish tinge. "I saw Sarah and Naru being carried off by others, but I didn't dare to leave Shinobu or shoot at them from a distance for fear of hitting the girls." Haruka finished with a grief-stricken look on her face. "I'm sorry, Keitaro." she apologized, stricken over having failed both her nephew and the girls.
"Damn it!" Keitaro cursed and slammed his fist against the ground with a muttered expletive. "What the hell do they want with the girls!" he spat out.
"They were after Kaolla. But I don't think many of them knew what she looked like." Haruka replied and stood up, somewhat unsteadily. "Come on, make yourself useful and pick up Shinobu. We've got to get out of here before they get back." she ordered with a determined expression as she swivelled the firearm around, looking for targets to inflict some righteous anger upon.
Perhaps even some anger that wouldn't be strictly speaking righteous.
Nobody hurt Haruka's friends and went unpunished for it.
Keitaro looked torn over tending to the girl who was there and relatively safe and heading off to look for the girls who were missing. But after a few moments of hesitation, he scooped her up and brought her into his arms, rising as if she didn't weigh more then a breath of air.
Keitaro was nothing if not ignorant of his own limits when it came to protecting his friends.
He strode off towards the exit, with Haruka hovering protectively around him, her eyes scanning the area for threats with a dangerous shimmer in just mentioned eyes that threatened infinite pain for any hostile foolish enough to make an appearance right now.
The two of them emerged outside and Keitaro headed over towards where he had seen the queen being taken, which coincidentally happened to be the direction he could hear Kaolla making angry demands to be let go from, leading him to believe that she was still around.
As the three of them came around the corner of a grey building they could hear an electrical humming inside from, they found the queen, Kaolla and the two surviving bodyguards. Kaolla demanding to be let down by a clearly reluctant and unresponsive bodyguard, who kept the wildly struggling princess in his arms by sheer pigheaded determination as she struggled furiously against him.
"Son-in-law!" Queen Amara cried out as she spotted the three of them. "Are you all right?" she asked, looking over the small group.
"Scrapes and bruises for me, is all." Haruka reported, then looked over at Shinobu. "Possible concussion and what will most likely become a nasty bump for her." she added and then flashed a hasty smile before she grew more serious. "And I doubt any of those idiots were packing anything capable of putting a dent in Keitaro. But they made off with the rest of the girls."
"Keitaro!" Kaolla yelped and slumped in relief in the bodyguard's arms, before she glared angrily at him. "Don't scare me like that, going off on your own!"
"We'll have to deal with that later. Now that we're all here, we should get the hell away from here to somewhere safer." the bodyguard carrying Kaolla ordered.
"Agreed. We should make for the car and get the hell out of here." the second bodyguard agreed as the first put Kaolla down onto the ground. Despite the fact that she was seriously ticked at him right now, she instantly made her way over to Keitaro and attached herself cautiously to his left arm as not to put Shinobu in danger of being dropped, even if she clutched at her husbands arm as if she never intended to let it go now that she'd gotten a hold on it.
"Do you have an embassy or consulate here?" Haruka inquired.
"Here? No. Just the one in New York. We're a tiny nation, remember? We don't have the manpower or the resources for it." the Queen replied with a dismissive snort. "But I know somewhere else we can go, if we can just get to the car in one piece and if it hasn't been meddled with before the assault." she replied, in a far more serious manner then her usual sex-bomb-on-acid-behaviour.
"Saran, you check out the car. We'll wait here." the bodyguard who had carried Kaolla decided and Saran nodded, before he scurried off towards the parking lot.
The remaining five waited for two minutes, then a ford Taurus skidded into a stop next to the building they had taken shelter behind, the passenger side door opening to reveal Saran.
"Come on. I borrowed another car instead of taking chances with the old one." he ordered and the others scurried inside, Queen Amara taking shotgun while Haruka took the left rear window, Kaolla sat in Keitaro's lap with Shinobu in the middle and the remaining bodyguard took the right rear window.
"Where are we heading?" Saran asked as he put the stolen car into gear.
"We're going to visit the local representatives of the Inagawa-Kai." Queen Amara said and pointed to the right, Saran didn't seem to comprehend the gravity of that statement but merely took his Queen's instruction and drove in the direction she indicated.
The native Japanese, namely Keitaro and Haruka understood somewhat better, however.
"We're going to the Yakuza!" Haruka exclaimed in shock.
"Safest place to be at the moment as we'll probably be highly sought after when the baddies discover that they got the wrong girls." Queen Amara reasoned. "Who'd expect for us to go there? The American military, yes. The police, yes. Back to the hotel, yes. The Yakuza? Hardly." she added with a faint smile. "As far as first ports of calls go, it's a good one. Especially as we may be able to get some more information about whom we're going to extract a pound of flesh or two from for recent events."
"Out of the frying pan and into the bloody inferno..." Haruka muttered, shaking her head in wry dismay, though she didn't voice any additional protests.
"Where is she? Where is she? Where is my widdle darlin'?" the evil mastermind chanted happily as he approached the tussled up females with black hoods over their heads. He suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and just looked at them, with an expression of growing displeasure on his face.
"That one is too tall and the complexion isn't right at all." he suddenly stated. "Those three are completely wrong as well." he continued and rubbed his temples. "None of them are my darling." he sighed, feeling a headache coming on. "You've kidnapped the wrong girls!" he suddenly wailed and started sobbing, burying his face in his hands.
"There, there. It'll be all right, Eugene." Miss Cashdollar said and awkwardly patted his shoulders.
"Don't call me Eugene, Miss Moolahsterling. I'm Doctor Nefarious." Eugene protested and sniffled, as the collected henchmen struggled to keep from laughing after hearing that their evil boss was named 'Eugene'.
"Eugene Theofilus Saint John, I've known you for twenty years. I will always reserve the right to call you by your given name." Miss Cashdollar responded. "And I really wish that you'd make an effort to remember mine." she added with a tired sigh.
"Yariman-sama, what a pleasant surprise." Red Kyoske greeted Amara once the little group was led into his presence, after having arrived at a particularly unpleasant-looking shady bar nearly ten minutes drive away from the hotel. "How's tricks?"
"Glad to be alive, just had myself a trip through hell." Queen Amara replied and gestured at the others behind her, as Haruka raised both eyebrows after hearing Amara sprouting perfect Yakuza slang as if she did so on a daily basis. "A doctor would be appreciated, Kyoske-san." she added tiredly and rubbed her left temple.
"Right away." Kyoske replied and gestured at one of his followers, who left the room with a respectful bow. "What happened?"
"A failed kidnapping. They were after my daughter." Amara replied and gestured at Kaolla. "We got away, but they made off with a few of my daughters friends who were in our company."
"Who did it?" he asked intently.
"I'm not sure." Amara replied. "One of them could have been from Molmol, but he was the first one who died. The rest seemed like foreigners. Which is probably a good thing, as none of them seemed to know just who they were looking for, just that it was a teenaged girl."
"I got a couple of wallets." Haruka offered and reached into one of her pockets, pulling out two blood-stained wallets. "And a passport." she added after finding one of just mentioned objects inside of one of the wallets.
"I've got a few public toilets in customs and the police, I'll have them check it out." Kyoske responded, then narrowed his eyes as he observed Haruka. "You seem... Somewhat familiar. Have we met before?" he asked, before his eyes suddenly widened and he jerked back in his seat. "Kiko beceng!" he exclaimed, which caused a few of his followers to look confused and a few older ones look extremely nervous. "Yariman-sama... Why... Who... I assure you, I had nothing to do with this! Nothing! There's no need to bring her here!" he insisted shrilly while appearing as if the thing he wanted most of all at the moment was to crawl into the back of his chair and vanish from Haruka's presence.
"I'm retired, Kyoske-dono." Haruka protested mildly, holding her hands up in a gesture of appeasement. "I dropped out of the game years ago."
"None the less, the streets of Malaysia still cover at the mere mention of Kiko beceng and your reputation has hardly suffered from your long absence." Kyoske breathed, only somewhat calmed down from what appeared to have been the worst shock he'd had in recent years.
"'Kiko beceng'?" Keitaro mumbled, scratching the back of his head in confusion.
"Crazy shooter." Amara replied out of the corner of her mouth, glancing aside at Haruka with a calculating gleam in her eyes. "Your aunt is a notorious gun-for-hire who operated out of Kuala Lumpur six or seven years ago, rumour has it that she's got more then thirty lives on her conscience."
"I've contacted Rawan, your highness. He's sending reinforcements and the Americans have been asked to search the jets with a fine-toothed comb for anything suspicious, just in case." Saran spoke up, putting away his cell phone. "We're to stay put here, until the reinforcements arrive."
"What then?" Amara asked.
"Then we're leaving for Molmol as soon as the jets can take us, while the Americans handle the investigation." Saran replied.
"Figured as much..." Amara sighed and looked at Kyoske, then over at Haruka. "Take them down without killing them!" she snapped and lashed out with her right leg, kicking Saran in his groin. Kyoske's eyes widened in shock, but Haruka reacted in time, rushing over and bringing the other bodyguard down with a well executed leg-sweep, followed by a deft kick to the back of his head as he tumbled to the ground, while Amara slammed her right elbow onto the back of Saran's head, knocking him out.
"Yariman-sama... What are you doing?" Kyoske asked as Amara and Haruka tied up the bodyguards, as the rest of the room incredulously looked at the two determined women.
"Mom!" Kaolla exclaimed in astonished protest, her eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets at the unexpected actions of Queen Amara.
"Oh hush, Kaolla. These two bores would have made sure that we were safely locked up in the palace, surrounded by half of the army while the Americans bungle the entire investigation and the bad guys make off with your friends. I guess we have six or seven hours at the most until Rawan's henchmen touch down at the airport, we need to have a good lead before then." Queen Amara replied, then looked over at Haruka. "Can I count on your assistance, Haruka?" she asked.
"Those assholes have the girls. Wild horses couldn't keep me away." Haruka replied with a feral expression.
"Me neither." Keitaro responded unwaveringly, keeping the apprehension he felt under tight wraps. While he'd never condone the actions of Amara and Haruka against the bodyguards, he certainly didn't want to be locked up in safety while only the Kami knew what fate had befallen the missing girls.
"I'm in." Kaolla instantly agreed.
"You people are crazy." Kyoske solemnly announced, then laughed. "What do you need from me, Yariman-sama?" he asked with a wry grin.
"Information, new clothes, a car and your help in dropping these three off at the airport when the jet from Molmol arrives." Amara replied and gestured at the two unconscious bodyguards and Shinobu.
"And ammo. Lots of ammo." Haruka added.
"Electronics and chemicals. I also need to visit a couple of stores where I can get my hands on some tools and other goodies." Kaolla replied, her eyes sparkling angrily as she considered various ways to employ her creative mind against the bastards who had kidnapped her friends. There were plenty of things she had invented over the years that she was itching to test out, things that had been deemed so dangerous by her that she hadn't even dared to use the near-immortal Keitaro to test them on!
"You've got it." Bloody Red Kyoske replied, then laughed again as he got up from his seat. "I'll make the arrangements myself, Yariman-sama." he explained and bowed to Amara, before he picked up the wallets and passport from Haruka. "Don't get caught." he bid them adieu as he left to make a few calls.
"Don't get caught." Amara responded fondly, using the traditional greeting like a true Yakuza.
"Amara-mom... You really need to calm down a bit. When people in other countries start referring to you as slut-sama, it's gotten a bit too far." Kaolla stated with a sigh once Kyoske had left the room.
"Tish-tosh." Amara chuckled as the four of them carried the unconscious Shinobu and the unconscious bodyguards over to a couple of couches, where an underground doctor took a look at them when he arrived a couple of minutes later, as the mixed group waited for the supplies and Intel Kyoske was getting them.
Doctor Nefarious and his dastardly gang would rue the day they invoked the ire of Molmol's royal family and Urashima Haruka.
The End! ( For now... )