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No Holding Back
By Blue Shakira
This is a Sailor Moon/Metal Gear Solid Crossover.
Part 1: The Meeting
******
Usagi Tsukino raced out of her house leaving a trail of smoke behind. "Oh no! I'm so late! Raye is going to kill me!" she exclaimed. An image of Raye towering her with flames in the background appeared in her mind. "Eep! I better hurry!"
Her mother stood by the door way holding a lunch bag. "Usagi, you forgot your lunch," she called out. To her disappointment, Usagi had already turned and was now out of sight.
Ikuko let out a sigh as the wind blew at her hair. "I'm going to hear her stomach rumbling from the other side of town….again."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Usagi glanced at her watch. "Why did Raye have to make the meeting so early? She knows I hate waking up this early," she complained.
She noticed the bus heading towards the bus stop. If she didn't hurry it would just pass her by and then she'll REALLY be late.
"I swear, it's a conspiracy," she whined.
Shifting her gears (if that is possible) she ran even faster. She had already passed the crosswalk, so she just made sure that no car was coming and crossed the middle of the street to reach the other side. She managed to make it to the bus stop when the bus showed up.
The door opened and she barely made her way up while gasping for air. The driver shook his head as Usagi inserted her coins. "Woke up late again, eh," he asked.
"Yeah," Usagi huffed. "I just wish *pant* that there were laws against people *pant* waking up early in the morning."
The driver chuckled. She did this every Saturday.
"You will never change," he shook his head. "By the way, today we got a full house. Good luck in finding a seat."
Usagi grabbed a handle when the bus began to move again. She looked around for extra space but all the front seats were taken. She had no choice but to sit in the back.
She slowly moved to the back and noticed an empty seat next to a fat man who was picking his nose at the moment. Usagi shivered in disgust and looked for another seat. The only other seat available was next to a man wearing a bandana. He was starring out the window completely oblivious of his surroundings, or so it seemed.
There was something weird about this guy. He seemed like a foreigner. For some reason Usagi began to get nervous. She took another look at the fat man who was now sticking a finger inside his ear.
She quickly looked away. 'I really don't want to stand up and I refuse to sit next to that fat guy,' she thought.
She took a few steps and stood by the empty seat next to the guy wearing a bandana. "Um, excuse me….sir," she began.
The man ignored her.
She let out a sigh. "Sir, I was wondering…"
He still ignored her. Usagi began to get irritated.
"Excuse me, sir. I was wondering if I could sit….here," she trailed off.
The man was still starring out of the window.
Usagi stomped her foot. "Hey, are you listening to me," she exclaimed, loudly.
The man slowly turned to face her, his dark hazel eyes starring at her.
Usagi felt her cheeks flush. Half of the bus was now starring at her due to her sudden outburst, but that wasn't why she was blushing.
Wait a minute. She was blushing?
Usagi snapped out her trance and glared the gawking passengers. She must have done something right since they all took their eyes away from her. However, a pair of eyes continued to stare at her.
"Uh…hi. I…was wondering if I could sit on the empty seat next to you," she asked weakly. She felt embarrassed at the way he stared at her. 'He must think I'm rude' she thought. 'Wait a minute! Why do I care what he thinks?!'
Her thoughts were interrupted by the man's deep, throaty voice. "Whatever," he shrugged and looked away.
Usagi was shocked at his reply. 'What a jerk!'
The bus stopped at a red light and she nearly lost her balance. She really didn't want to stand up anymore. She quickly took a seat next to the man. A few minutes passed and the man still didn't move a muscle or spoke to her. She clasped her hands together.
It was too quiet.
Actually, the bus was filled with chatting among the other passengers and she was stuck with Mr. Stick-up-his-ass who wouldn't even move a muscle.
With his head tilted to the other side, she took a quick peek at his features. He had high cheek bones, a fine tipped nose and a scruffy beard thing going on. His brown hair blended with his nicely toned skin.…and if she were to stare into his dark, hazel eyes she would get lost in them. And that voice of his! It sounded rather….sexy.
'What the--,' she quickly shook the thought away. 'What am I thinking! He's a jerk….I think. But he's kinda cute for an older guy! ….What!? Where'd that come from!?'
Usagi stared at her hands. 'Snap out of it, Usa. Remember, this guy is creepy….Arg! Ok, maybe not creepy but he's still rude!' She bit her lip and shook her head wildly. 'Grrr…what's wrong with me?!' As she continued to struggle with herself, she heard the same deep voice.
"Do you have a problem, kid?'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He didn't know why, but he was getting really annoyed.
Why was the girl starring at him? And why the hell was he even on this bus?
Oh, right. The second question was easy to answer. Otacon refused to let him drive on the streets of Japan. He had demanded for a reason and Otacon replied with a "I don't want anyone's life to be at stake with your speeding". He even had the nerve to add, "Anyway, we only have one car and I'm already using it for important business. Your stuck with the local transportation."
Important business my ass.
He should have sent a Nikita missile after a running Otacon. That would have been REAL fun.
As for the girl, if he were carrying his M9 he would put her to sleep along with that fat guy who keeps picking his nose. Damn. Another reason to put Otacon in his to kill list. He couldn't even carry a damn weapon. At least he was allowed to keep his cigs.
He felt the girl starring at him again. He didn't like it when people stared. He turned his head from the window and faced the girl. He raised an eyebrow. She had stopped staring and was now having an argument with herself. Weird.
The girl shook her head and made weird faces.
This was starting to bother him. "Do you have a problem, kid," he asked, gruffly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Usagi's head snapped. "Wha--," she said, startled. Did she hear correctly? Mr. Bandana-man asked HER a question. "Uh…I…um…"
"Are you retarded or something?"
Usagi felt her face flush with anger. How dare he call her THAT?! She was about to explode on him when he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and took a single one for himself. He twirled it with his fingers.
He noticed her confused expression.
He put the cig in his mouth. He paused momentarily and turned to face the girl again.
She was starring….again.
"Will you stop that," he growled.
Usagi felt her cheeks grow hot. "Smoking is not allowed in the bus."
The man grunted and reached into the pocket in his jacket. After a few seconds of fumbling, he pulled out his lighter.
The blond girl glared at him. "Didn't you just listen to me? No smoking allowed!"
In response the man tried to light his cig.
"Hey! Are you even listening to me," Usagi exclaimed. "Mister! I'm talking to you! NO SMOKING! Smoking causes cancer! It's bad for your health! Hey, listen up! Grrr…what's wrong with you?!"
The man continued to ignore her.
She stood up from her seat and glared at him. "If you don't take that cigarette out of your mouth I will personally tell the driver to kick you ou-"
The bus made another sudden stop which cause Usagi to trip and fall face down on the floor. "Ouch," she mumbled.
A throaty chuckle filled her ears. She immediately stood up and glared at the man. He was twirling the cig in his fingers again. Apparently it was still unlit.
He gave her a crooked smile. "My lighter didn't work anyway."
Usagi's mouth hanged open. He tricked her. "Jerk," she said quickly and sat on her seat. She crossed her arms and looked straight ahead.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He smiled inwardly. He knew the bus rules and he wasn't going to break them. He just wanted to kill time for a while. Pulling out the lighter was just a joke that came into mind.
For some strange reason he wanted to tease the blond girl next to him. He didn't know why but she reminded him of Meryl….well, not physically but there was something about her….
He took a quick look at her. She was still looking ahead with her arms crossed. Her blond hair was held up in two buns and twin waterfalls of golden hair fell to her back. Her eyes reminded him of the purest blue sky. Her face was very expressive, especially now that she was pouting.
She actually looked cute.
Wait a minute. Did HE just say cute? Damn. That's suppose to be Otacon's department….sort of.
He then noticed the girl turned to stare at him.
"Now will you talk to me," she asked him, with her arms still crossed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Usagi noticed the man's confused look.
"You had your fun," she said. "Do you really think I'm going to just sit here? You could have helped me up, you know! Instead you just laugh and tell me that your lighter didn't work! I have feelings too! And what's that with you just starring out of the window the whole time? There's nothing special out there! You see these streets everyday on this bus!"
"I'm from out of town," he replied.
The light bulb lit above Usagi's head. "I knew there was something different about you! You're from another city! Where do you come from? Osaka? Kyoto? "
"I'm American."
"Really? That's….Wait a minute! You're lying to me! You speak Japanese…. You're speaking it fluently to me! This is another one of your tricks!"
The man shrugged. "I'm fluent in a couple languages."
Usagi studied him closely. 'He is American. Baka Usagi! You should have noticed earlier!' She continued starring at him suspiciously. 'Hmm….He looks familiar. I've seen this man somewhere….'
After a few more seconds, she noticed the man glaring at her.
"Stop that," he growled.
"What," she asked, confused.
"If you want to keep looking….take a picture. It lasts longer!"
Usagi blushed. "Oh! Um….s-sorry," she stuttered. She stared at his blue bandana. "It's just that….I think I've seen you somewhere before. Have you visited Tokyo before?"
"No, this is my first time in the city," he replied.
"Oh," Usagi said, disappointed. A quick flashback of a man wearing a bandana on TV appeared in her mind. She had been watching something about a sunken oil tanker off the shores of New York City. She couldn't remember the details clearly, but it was supposed to have been an act of terrorism. The man that she saw on TV was declared as the main terrorist. What was his name again? Snickers? No. Sneakers? How about Snacks?
She shook her head. 'Forget it, Usa. That was three years ago and anyway, that guy is already dead.'
"Who's already dead?"
Usagi's face turned deep red realizing she spoke the last part out loud. "Uh, nobody special!"
"Hn."
Usagi nearly jumped out of her seat upon realizing something. "I haven't even introduced myself! You must think I'm rude now, don't you," she exclaimed.
"Well….," the man began. Before he could finish the girl cut him off.
She held out her hand. "My name is Tsukino Usagi!"
The man hesitated before reaching out for her extended hand. He didn't want to be rude. "Um, my name is S….Pliskin. Iroquois Pliskin."
"What a weird name," Usagi said out loud. She immediately covered her mouth.
Pliskin gave her a half smile. "You get used to it after a while, kid. Anyway, it's not everyday I meet someone named after an animal."
Usagi pouted. "What is that suppose to mean?"
"Nothing….but judging by your hairstyle, you seem to take your name seriously. Right, Bunny?"
"At least I don't wear a dirty old bandana!"
"Hey! This is my favorite bandana! And it's NOT dirty!"
"It looks dirty to me."
"Well, it's not!"
"Is too!"
"Don't mess with my bandana, kid!"
"My name is Usagi!"
"Whatever, kid."
"My name is Usagi, not kid! U-S-A-G-I! Usagi!"
"Keep it down….Meatball Head."
"ARGH! You jerk! My name is Usagi! How many times must I repeat myself?! Are you listening?!"
Pliskin grinned as Usagi continued to yell at him. He would have been annoyed earlier, but he still had a few stops to go and maybe she could keep him from dying of boredom. She's just so damn funny.
He noticed that the bus had made another stop. Half of the passengers were getting off. He looked outside his window and realized that they had stopped in front of a shrine. Pliskin eyed two new passengers that were boarding the bus suspiciously. They wore large similar jackets with the hoods over their heads. This was strange considering that it was a sunny day.
The bus driver didn't notice their strange attire and speed off. By this time, there was only half a full bus.
Pliskin narrowed his eyes. Something was wrong.
He cried out in response when he felt something punch his left shoulder. He glared at Usagi. "What was THAT for," he yelled.
Usagi pointed and accusing finger. "You made me miss my stop!"
"What? The shrine?"
Usagi nodded. "It's the Shinto Shrine. For the past month, my friends and I have gone and help out in the shrine every Saturday. And it was my turn to sell the good luck charms today! It's your fault that I'm late!" She punched him again in the arm.
Pliskin winced.
"Raye is going to kill me," Usagi wailed.
"Get off on the next stop," he grunted. "And stop hitting me!"
She glared at him. "No! It's your…."
A scream was suddenly heard. Pliskin and Usagi quickly averted their eyes to the front of the bus.
Usagi gasped.
One of the hooded men was pointing his gun at the driver. The other was aiming at the frightened passengers.
"Nobody move," the one pointing at the driver said. "If you stay seated and do what we tell you, no one will get hurt."
"Hn," Pliskin grunted. He's been through worse. He reached for his ear to switch to Codec, he tried to get in contact with Otacon.
No response.
'Damn,' he thought. 'He probably is still in that meeting of his.'
He scanned the two hooded men. They looked like street thugs, nothing serious. When the time was right, he could probably take them out single handedly.
The man pointing at the passengers opened his jacket and revealed C4 around his waist. This was not your ordinary street thug.
A few passenger began to whimper.
"Just my luck," Pliskin muttered. At that moment he felt someone reach out for his arm and hug it. He looked down at the frightened blond girl.
Usagi held him tightly and began to tremble. Pliskin noticed the fear in her eyes. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Opening them again, he leaned towards her ear.
"My name is Solid Snake," he whispered.
Usagi looked up at him with a confused look.
He placed a finger on his lips. This was not going to be an easy situation.
******
To Be Continued….
So, what did you think? Should I continue? Please tell me! I need to know before I start on the second chapter. Please R & R!!
Note about Pliskin: For those of you confused about Pliskin, that is an alias that Solid Snake uses during MGS2: Sons of Liberty when he meets Raiden. 'Nuff said.
No Holding Back
By Blue Shakira
This is a Sailor Moon/Metal Gear Solid Crossover.
Part 1: The Meeting
******
Usagi Tsukino raced out of her house leaving a trail of smoke behind. "Oh no! I'm so late! Raye is going to kill me!" she exclaimed. An image of Raye towering her with flames in the background appeared in her mind. "Eep! I better hurry!"
Her mother stood by the door way holding a lunch bag. "Usagi, you forgot your lunch," she called out. To her disappointment, Usagi had already turned and was now out of sight.
Ikuko let out a sigh as the wind blew at her hair. "I'm going to hear her stomach rumbling from the other side of town….again."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Usagi glanced at her watch. "Why did Raye have to make the meeting so early? She knows I hate waking up this early," she complained.
She noticed the bus heading towards the bus stop. If she didn't hurry it would just pass her by and then she'll REALLY be late.
"I swear, it's a conspiracy," she whined.
Shifting her gears (if that is possible) she ran even faster. She had already passed the crosswalk, so she just made sure that no car was coming and crossed the middle of the street to reach the other side. She managed to make it to the bus stop when the bus showed up.
The door opened and she barely made her way up while gasping for air. The driver shook his head as Usagi inserted her coins. "Woke up late again, eh," he asked.
"Yeah," Usagi huffed. "I just wish *pant* that there were laws against people *pant* waking up early in the morning."
The driver chuckled. She did this every Saturday.
"You will never change," he shook his head. "By the way, today we got a full house. Good luck in finding a seat."
Usagi grabbed a handle when the bus began to move again. She looked around for extra space but all the front seats were taken. She had no choice but to sit in the back.
She slowly moved to the back and noticed an empty seat next to a fat man who was picking his nose at the moment. Usagi shivered in disgust and looked for another seat. The only other seat available was next to a man wearing a bandana. He was starring out the window completely oblivious of his surroundings, or so it seemed.
There was something weird about this guy. He seemed like a foreigner. For some reason Usagi began to get nervous. She took another look at the fat man who was now sticking a finger inside his ear.
She quickly looked away. 'I really don't want to stand up and I refuse to sit next to that fat guy,' she thought.
She took a few steps and stood by the empty seat next to the guy wearing a bandana. "Um, excuse me….sir," she began.
The man ignored her.
She let out a sigh. "Sir, I was wondering…"
He still ignored her. Usagi began to get irritated.
"Excuse me, sir. I was wondering if I could sit….here," she trailed off.
The man was still starring out of the window.
Usagi stomped her foot. "Hey, are you listening to me," she exclaimed, loudly.
The man slowly turned to face her, his dark hazel eyes starring at her.
Usagi felt her cheeks flush. Half of the bus was now starring at her due to her sudden outburst, but that wasn't why she was blushing.
Wait a minute. She was blushing?
Usagi snapped out her trance and glared the gawking passengers. She must have done something right since they all took their eyes away from her. However, a pair of eyes continued to stare at her.
"Uh…hi. I…was wondering if I could sit on the empty seat next to you," she asked weakly. She felt embarrassed at the way he stared at her. 'He must think I'm rude' she thought. 'Wait a minute! Why do I care what he thinks?!'
Her thoughts were interrupted by the man's deep, throaty voice. "Whatever," he shrugged and looked away.
Usagi was shocked at his reply. 'What a jerk!'
The bus stopped at a red light and she nearly lost her balance. She really didn't want to stand up anymore. She quickly took a seat next to the man. A few minutes passed and the man still didn't move a muscle or spoke to her. She clasped her hands together.
It was too quiet.
Actually, the bus was filled with chatting among the other passengers and she was stuck with Mr. Stick-up-his-ass who wouldn't even move a muscle.
With his head tilted to the other side, she took a quick peek at his features. He had high cheek bones, a fine tipped nose and a scruffy beard thing going on. His brown hair blended with his nicely toned skin.…and if she were to stare into his dark, hazel eyes she would get lost in them. And that voice of his! It sounded rather….sexy.
'What the--,' she quickly shook the thought away. 'What am I thinking! He's a jerk….I think. But he's kinda cute for an older guy! ….What!? Where'd that come from!?'
Usagi stared at her hands. 'Snap out of it, Usa. Remember, this guy is creepy….Arg! Ok, maybe not creepy but he's still rude!' She bit her lip and shook her head wildly. 'Grrr…what's wrong with me?!' As she continued to struggle with herself, she heard the same deep voice.
"Do you have a problem, kid?'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He didn't know why, but he was getting really annoyed.
Why was the girl starring at him? And why the hell was he even on this bus?
Oh, right. The second question was easy to answer. Otacon refused to let him drive on the streets of Japan. He had demanded for a reason and Otacon replied with a "I don't want anyone's life to be at stake with your speeding". He even had the nerve to add, "Anyway, we only have one car and I'm already using it for important business. Your stuck with the local transportation."
Important business my ass.
He should have sent a Nikita missile after a running Otacon. That would have been REAL fun.
As for the girl, if he were carrying his M9 he would put her to sleep along with that fat guy who keeps picking his nose. Damn. Another reason to put Otacon in his to kill list. He couldn't even carry a damn weapon. At least he was allowed to keep his cigs.
He felt the girl starring at him again. He didn't like it when people stared. He turned his head from the window and faced the girl. He raised an eyebrow. She had stopped staring and was now having an argument with herself. Weird.
The girl shook her head and made weird faces.
This was starting to bother him. "Do you have a problem, kid," he asked, gruffly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Usagi's head snapped. "Wha--," she said, startled. Did she hear correctly? Mr. Bandana-man asked HER a question. "Uh…I…um…"
"Are you retarded or something?"
Usagi felt her face flush with anger. How dare he call her THAT?! She was about to explode on him when he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and took a single one for himself. He twirled it with his fingers.
He noticed her confused expression.
He put the cig in his mouth. He paused momentarily and turned to face the girl again.
She was starring….again.
"Will you stop that," he growled.
Usagi felt her cheeks grow hot. "Smoking is not allowed in the bus."
The man grunted and reached into the pocket in his jacket. After a few seconds of fumbling, he pulled out his lighter.
The blond girl glared at him. "Didn't you just listen to me? No smoking allowed!"
In response the man tried to light his cig.
"Hey! Are you even listening to me," Usagi exclaimed. "Mister! I'm talking to you! NO SMOKING! Smoking causes cancer! It's bad for your health! Hey, listen up! Grrr…what's wrong with you?!"
The man continued to ignore her.
She stood up from her seat and glared at him. "If you don't take that cigarette out of your mouth I will personally tell the driver to kick you ou-"
The bus made another sudden stop which cause Usagi to trip and fall face down on the floor. "Ouch," she mumbled.
A throaty chuckle filled her ears. She immediately stood up and glared at the man. He was twirling the cig in his fingers again. Apparently it was still unlit.
He gave her a crooked smile. "My lighter didn't work anyway."
Usagi's mouth hanged open. He tricked her. "Jerk," she said quickly and sat on her seat. She crossed her arms and looked straight ahead.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He smiled inwardly. He knew the bus rules and he wasn't going to break them. He just wanted to kill time for a while. Pulling out the lighter was just a joke that came into mind.
For some strange reason he wanted to tease the blond girl next to him. He didn't know why but she reminded him of Meryl….well, not physically but there was something about her….
He took a quick look at her. She was still looking ahead with her arms crossed. Her blond hair was held up in two buns and twin waterfalls of golden hair fell to her back. Her eyes reminded him of the purest blue sky. Her face was very expressive, especially now that she was pouting.
She actually looked cute.
Wait a minute. Did HE just say cute? Damn. That's suppose to be Otacon's department….sort of.
He then noticed the girl turned to stare at him.
"Now will you talk to me," she asked him, with her arms still crossed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Usagi noticed the man's confused look.
"You had your fun," she said. "Do you really think I'm going to just sit here? You could have helped me up, you know! Instead you just laugh and tell me that your lighter didn't work! I have feelings too! And what's that with you just starring out of the window the whole time? There's nothing special out there! You see these streets everyday on this bus!"
"I'm from out of town," he replied.
The light bulb lit above Usagi's head. "I knew there was something different about you! You're from another city! Where do you come from? Osaka? Kyoto? "
"I'm American."
"Really? That's….Wait a minute! You're lying to me! You speak Japanese…. You're speaking it fluently to me! This is another one of your tricks!"
The man shrugged. "I'm fluent in a couple languages."
Usagi studied him closely. 'He is American. Baka Usagi! You should have noticed earlier!' She continued starring at him suspiciously. 'Hmm….He looks familiar. I've seen this man somewhere….'
After a few more seconds, she noticed the man glaring at her.
"Stop that," he growled.
"What," she asked, confused.
"If you want to keep looking….take a picture. It lasts longer!"
Usagi blushed. "Oh! Um….s-sorry," she stuttered. She stared at his blue bandana. "It's just that….I think I've seen you somewhere before. Have you visited Tokyo before?"
"No, this is my first time in the city," he replied.
"Oh," Usagi said, disappointed. A quick flashback of a man wearing a bandana on TV appeared in her mind. She had been watching something about a sunken oil tanker off the shores of New York City. She couldn't remember the details clearly, but it was supposed to have been an act of terrorism. The man that she saw on TV was declared as the main terrorist. What was his name again? Snickers? No. Sneakers? How about Snacks?
She shook her head. 'Forget it, Usa. That was three years ago and anyway, that guy is already dead.'
"Who's already dead?"
Usagi's face turned deep red realizing she spoke the last part out loud. "Uh, nobody special!"
"Hn."
Usagi nearly jumped out of her seat upon realizing something. "I haven't even introduced myself! You must think I'm rude now, don't you," she exclaimed.
"Well….," the man began. Before he could finish the girl cut him off.
She held out her hand. "My name is Tsukino Usagi!"
The man hesitated before reaching out for her extended hand. He didn't want to be rude. "Um, my name is S….Pliskin. Iroquois Pliskin."
"What a weird name," Usagi said out loud. She immediately covered her mouth.
Pliskin gave her a half smile. "You get used to it after a while, kid. Anyway, it's not everyday I meet someone named after an animal."
Usagi pouted. "What is that suppose to mean?"
"Nothing….but judging by your hairstyle, you seem to take your name seriously. Right, Bunny?"
"At least I don't wear a dirty old bandana!"
"Hey! This is my favorite bandana! And it's NOT dirty!"
"It looks dirty to me."
"Well, it's not!"
"Is too!"
"Don't mess with my bandana, kid!"
"My name is Usagi!"
"Whatever, kid."
"My name is Usagi, not kid! U-S-A-G-I! Usagi!"
"Keep it down….Meatball Head."
"ARGH! You jerk! My name is Usagi! How many times must I repeat myself?! Are you listening?!"
Pliskin grinned as Usagi continued to yell at him. He would have been annoyed earlier, but he still had a few stops to go and maybe she could keep him from dying of boredom. She's just so damn funny.
He noticed that the bus had made another stop. Half of the passengers were getting off. He looked outside his window and realized that they had stopped in front of a shrine. Pliskin eyed two new passengers that were boarding the bus suspiciously. They wore large similar jackets with the hoods over their heads. This was strange considering that it was a sunny day.
The bus driver didn't notice their strange attire and speed off. By this time, there was only half a full bus.
Pliskin narrowed his eyes. Something was wrong.
He cried out in response when he felt something punch his left shoulder. He glared at Usagi. "What was THAT for," he yelled.
Usagi pointed and accusing finger. "You made me miss my stop!"
"What? The shrine?"
Usagi nodded. "It's the Shinto Shrine. For the past month, my friends and I have gone and help out in the shrine every Saturday. And it was my turn to sell the good luck charms today! It's your fault that I'm late!" She punched him again in the arm.
Pliskin winced.
"Raye is going to kill me," Usagi wailed.
"Get off on the next stop," he grunted. "And stop hitting me!"
She glared at him. "No! It's your…."
A scream was suddenly heard. Pliskin and Usagi quickly averted their eyes to the front of the bus.
Usagi gasped.
One of the hooded men was pointing his gun at the driver. The other was aiming at the frightened passengers.
"Nobody move," the one pointing at the driver said. "If you stay seated and do what we tell you, no one will get hurt."
"Hn," Pliskin grunted. He's been through worse. He reached for his ear to switch to Codec, he tried to get in contact with Otacon.
No response.
'Damn,' he thought. 'He probably is still in that meeting of his.'
He scanned the two hooded men. They looked like street thugs, nothing serious. When the time was right, he could probably take them out single handedly.
The man pointing at the passengers opened his jacket and revealed C4 around his waist. This was not your ordinary street thug.
A few passenger began to whimper.
"Just my luck," Pliskin muttered. At that moment he felt someone reach out for his arm and hug it. He looked down at the frightened blond girl.
Usagi held him tightly and began to tremble. Pliskin noticed the fear in her eyes. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Opening them again, he leaned towards her ear.
"My name is Solid Snake," he whispered.
Usagi looked up at him with a confused look.
He placed a finger on his lips. This was not going to be an easy situation.
******
To Be Continued….
So, what did you think? Should I continue? Please tell me! I need to know before I start on the second chapter. Please R & R!!
Note about Pliskin: For those of you confused about Pliskin, that is an alias that Solid Snake uses during MGS2: Sons of Liberty when he meets Raiden. 'Nuff said.