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Acquiring Raging Hentai
"Ah, the old school," Sakuya sighed as she walked past the stalls set up
for the fall festival. It was good to get back to her old stomping
grounds for a day or two while Haruka was in Crystal Tokyo on business.
She hadn't been back here for... ten years was it?
"My how the time does fly when you've got forever." Sakuya thought
inwardly as she felt a smirk spread across her face.
She walked down the path between the various booths and felt a wave of
nostalgia for her junior-high school days. While there had been problems
at home, it had been an exciting time for her. It was then she learned
about the importance of money and the excitement of making a deal. She
passed a stall containing used computer equipment and other obsolete
electronics when a strange, electronic sound came to her ears. She
stopped. Was she imagining things or did that computer just give a wolf
whistle at her?
Her curiosity piqued, she stepped over to have a look. Amongst the old
data terminals and library readers was a very badly battered three piece
system. The monitor looked like it had been slapped repeatedly, judging
by the number of hand prints. She bent down to get a closer look at the
logo and the machine cooed, "Ooh, you're talented."
Sakuya started up and looked around. Except for the matronly teacher
running the booth, who was busy with some price stickers, there was no
one else about.
"Was that you?" she asked the machine.
"What," the computer asked, "you think the packet router next to me could
properly appreciate a pair of gazongas like yours?"
Sakuya almost smacked the monitor into the middle of next week but
checked herself. "This has got to be some test by the Elders," Sakuya
thought suspiciously, "They're trying to find out how I react to the
unexpected." As Sakuya thought this, she hesitated, unsure of how the
proper way to react should be.
"Besides," the computer continued, "I think he's more of a leg man... er,
machine."
"How is it a computer comes to appreciate the female form?" Sakuya asked
as she decided to play along with the test.
"The scoop on the net says that my A.I. was the result of a disgruntled
programmer," the machine answered, "I, however, think it has to do with
hormones. Which, I must say, you are quite the little estragon factory."
"Uh... thanks, I think." Sakuya replied. She tapped the keyboard
experimentally. The keys clicked smoothly under her fingers. Actually,
it gave better feedback than any of the modern ones she worked with on
the Moon Base. There was something about the new stuff that didn't
really let you know you'd tapped the buttons.
"Oh, stroke my keys baby," the computer moaned. "You know just how to
touch me."
"Will you stop that!" Sakuya cried in exasperation, "people are starting
to stare."
"Let em' look!" The computer exclaimed, "they'll know I'm with the best
looking broad in the whole school."
"Hentai!" Sakuya hissed and started to walk off.
"Oh, don't go!" the machine called, "You're my dream girl. You're not
going to leave me lost and alone like that fukued angel that visited the
school in the middle of the night and never returned are you?"
That brought Sakuya up short. Fukued? "What are you talking about?"
She asked.
"Ten years ago, I was up late working away on the grade reports when I
was visited by a vision of female perfection. Long purple hair with the
cutest set that ever graced my ocular. All she did was love me for my
brains, though. When she got what she wanted from me, she discarded me
like a ten megabyte hard drive." The computer sobbed.
"Michiru?!" Sakuya thought, "It would have been ten years ago that she
visited my school looking for me. Could this actually be the very
machine she searched for my records?" Sakuya looked speculatively at the
computer again. It would have been at the right place at the right time.
"Tell me more," Sakuya stated flatly.
"Only if you give me a kiss first," the machine demanded.
"What!" Sakuya exclaimed, "Forget it." With that she started to leave
again but the computer asked, "What's one little kiss? It was really
funny what the janitors did to her."
That brought Sakuya up short again as her instincts kicked in. If what
the computer witnessed was particularly embarrassing it might be useful
for blackmail. Haruka and Michiru were quite wealthy, if... She
immediately derailed that train of thought. Sakuya then punched herself
in the head, hard. "Baka!" She thought to herself, "how dare you think
such things about the women who have been nicer to you than your own
mother."
Sakuya immediately afterward banished all thoughts of blackmail from her
mind. Just for good measure she socked herself in the head again.
Satisfied that the old Sakuya had been put down, for now, she started to
walk away toward a noodle vendor. Violence made her hungry. Who cared
what the janitors did to Michiru ten years ago.
Then she paused. Still, if the computer saw something interesting... Oh
hell, what's one little kiss just to satisfy her curiosity? She walked
back over to the machine and carefully looked around. The computer made
strange little sounds in anticipation. No one was watching so she
quickly brought her lips down and kissed the top of the monitor. ZOT! A
small jolt of electricity shot through her lips where they contacted a
metal screw.
"Yeowp!" Sakuya gave a small cry of surprise as she leaped back from the
machine. Now a lot of people were staring at her.
"You bastard!" She shouted, her temper really high now, "you're not
grounded!"
"That's what you get when you french-kiss electrical equipment, baby!"
The computer snickered. Teeth clenched in rage, Sakuya drew back her
fist to smash the machine to junk.
"Ah, ah, ah... You break it, you buy it!" The computer warned. The
thought of wasting money caused her to hold for only a second, though.
"Who cares!" Sakuya exclaimed, "the satisfaction alone is worth ten
times that!"
"All right! All right!" The computer pleaded, "I'll be good! Just don't
smash me." Using all the training about anger control Michiru had taught
her, Sakuya lowered her fist. The matronly teacher manning the booth
snapped her fingers at the missed opportunity to be rid of the infernal
machine.
Taking a deep breath, Sakuya dissipated the anger in controlled breaths.
"Ooh, first time I left a lady panting for more," the computer said..
"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" He added hurriedly as Sakuya glared at him.
"All right, machine," Sakuya hissed out when she was calm again, "what
did you see?"
The computer then gave a complete account of a night ten years ago when a
purple haired beauty snuck into the school looking for information about
one "Rakurai Sakuya." When he got to the part about the janitors
whacking her in the head with the dusters and where they put the vacuum
nozzle, Sakuya began laughing so hard tears came to her eyes. "I always
envied the vacuum after that night," the computer said wistfully, "And
the lucky so-and-so had a smile forever afterwards." As the computer
completed the tale Sakuya was smiling and shaking her head at fate's
sense of humour.
With a smile and a sigh, she patted the computer on the monitor and
started to leave. Then, on impulse she stopped. "How much for the RH
computer?" she asked the booth keeper. "10,000 yen," the matronly
teacher said. "I'll give you half that," Sakuya said. "Sold!" The
teacher fairly shouted. In almost an eye-blink, the teacher took her
money and stuffed the machine in a box, pausing only to give the computer
a swift kick when it made an impolite comment about the view from the
ground.
"Here's your change," The teacher said handing it and the box to Sakuya.
"I hope you enjoy your purchase." Sakuya just smiled as she walked down
the avenue away from her old school.
"Say, are there more luscious babes like you where we're going?" The
computer asked.
"Well, not now, " Sakuya said, "but maybe there will be soon."
"Oboy..." the computer said.
Credits:
Warthog - Writer
Mark Latus - RH Computer Concept
Doulgas Helm - Rakurai Sakuya development