Okay, so the demon was dead, Laura had pissed off again, and 
there was some
loon in a loincloth who apparently had some uncontrollable desire to 
play at
being my Kamen.
	R-i-i-i-g-h-t.
Two months at band camp, that's all I wanted! You know, rest, hang out 
a little,
kiss and cuddle cute guys, ogle other cute guys, maybe actually 
practice the 
violin?
	R-i-i-i-g-h-t again. That is SO not what's happened to me so 
far. It's only
like what, week three? And I've already killed over a dozen perverts, 
made
several good new friends--two of whom were not long ago killed by said 
perverts,
I would like to add--made out with a watcher and continuously 
fantasized about
doing so with other guys at this camp.
	Three weeks can really mess a girl up!
If you don't believe me, well you can just piss off, pal, because this 
girl's
had it up to here with men like that. An, on occasion, women like that, 
too. I'm
sick of being decieved, tricked, conned, teased, hit on by chicks, 
groped and/or
glomped on by hentais, and of being ravaged in my sleep by tall, good-
looking
blonde bodybuilders--
	Oh wait, I dreamed that one. But the rest are all real, and I'm 
really sick of
them. But, I guess they're just quirks that come with the job--except 
maybe
Sarah, she doesn't even KNOW about my job--, because, after all, it 
gets a
little tough, being me. Not that I don't enjoy what I do--Hell, I make 
this look
GOOD. And you wanna know why? It's cuz I'm...



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HENTAI HUNTER GAIA (Yes, in capitals!)
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	Part VI: Hell Hath no Fury...

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	I saw Erik before anyone else later that day...He looked a 
little...distracted,
if you know what I mean. Like he was trying to think of something, only 
he
looked like that all day. When I asked him what was up he just tilted 
his head
and looked at me funny, like he knew something I didn't.
	Which pisses me off, because no guy has that right. So I hit him 
upside the
head, which seemed to clear everything up real nice. He zoned back in 
and acted
reasonably normal for the rest of the day...Only reasonably so because 
you have
to remember, it was still Erik.
	"So..." I drawled, blowing on my freshly-filed nails. You better 
believe it's
hard to keep them looking this good when you kill demons n' shit for a 
living.
"What should we do now?" While sitting around in Erik and Cody's 
bedroom was
both relaxing and sociable, it kinda sucked, and we were all getting 
bored.
	"Well," Pan, sitting beside me, yawned, "I kind of like just 
sitting around.
But, there are _other_ things we could be doing..." He stretched 
exaggeratedly,
and slowly began to put his arm around me. Which, I guess, would've 
been okay
with me, but Erik would have none of it, and let us all know this 
(Particularly
Pan) but grabbing Pan's arm and twisting it behind his back. With a 
startled
yelp, Pan shuffled off the bed where he, Erik and I were all sitting, 
and went
to go stand by the window. Erik took the opportunity to scoot over 
closer to me
and extend an arm in an invitation to cuddle up to him.
	Hmm. Let's see, let's see. Erik, the guy who was asking if I 
wanted to cuddle
up to him, was also the guy who had just twisted the arm (In a most
painful-looking fashion) of Pan, the guy who I had spent a most 
enjoyable while
of last night necking with. Erik was gorgeous, sweet, tall and smelled 
good
(Yes, guys, we notice these things. Fear us, and bathe often.). Pan, on 
the
other hand, was also cute, in a goofy kinda way, could also be sweet 
when he
wanted to, and would at least understand if I had to messily kill him 
someday
for watching the hentai channels on TV. Decisions, decisions.
	Eventually, I decided to pat Erik's chest and tell him I'd take 
a rain check
(While simultaneously trying unsuccessfully to ignore his hurt-puppy 
look), and
got up to go see if Pan was okay.
	He looked up when I came over, and I gave him an apologetic 
smile and at the
same time prayed that Erik, Ryder, Jade and Cody (The sum total of 
people
besides Pan and myself in the room at the time) weren't all watching 
me. (Screw
it. I knew they were, I was just pretending not to.)
	"Hey," I said quietly, "You okay?"
	"Yeah," He replied with a dismissive chuckle. "It's cool, I 
don't bruise easy
or anything, honest. I'm fine."
	I raised an eyebrow, and when he grinned and mimicked me, I let 
the issue drop 
with one last comment. (Because let's face it--Have you _ever_ met a 
chick that
couldn't or didn't get the last word? No, I didn't think so. That's 
because they
don't exist, or if they DO, it's because they're all like Sarah and no 
one pays
attention to them anyway.)
"Well, if you're sure. But if it turns out to be broken or something, 
I'll be
forced to kick your ass for lying to me. Cool?"
"Yes'm." He saluted, and I swung a mock-punch at his temple. He caught 
it, used
it to swing me around so that my back was to him, and we stood like 
that with
his arms around me while he continued talking.
	"Actually," He called somewhat louder than was neccessary. (Ow.) 
Everyone else
looked up, and once he was sure he had their attention, Pan continued.  
"I was
serious. There _are_ other things we could be doing, but, also in all
seriousness, they don't envolve you guys."
	Erik looked about set to break Pan's arm for real this time, but 
I put up my
hands in a gesture to get him to calm down.
"No, I think I know what he means," I tried to explain. "I really 
should get
looking for that Laura chick again, but her demons are pretty tough. I 
don't
know if I can handle them yet or not--I might not be ready. I should 
try and
train more or somethin'."
	Jade looked up from her staring contest with Cody. Nice to know 
you were paying
attention, guys. Thanks.
	"Don't you, like, have weapons, or something?" She asked. I 
could have died.
That was the one question I had been praying to the question god that I 
wouldn't
be asked.
'That's it. No more sacrafices.'
"Uh, yeah." I said quickly. "So, anyway. I figure if I train more--"
	"Wait, wait, wait," Ryder cut in, and I knew from that sadistic 
look in his eye
that he knew there was something I was trying (Not very well, 
apparently,) to
hide. "What...SORT of weapons do you have, exactly?"
"Umm... holy ones. Ones that scare hentais and demons and might even, 
at some
point, turn me or someone I don't know well into a magical transforming 
girl
and/or mecha. So. Training. I--"
	"Can we SEE one?" Jade asked, eyes wide. Knowing her, her oh-so-
vacant little
sponge brain had probably just soaked that magical transformer girl 
thing right
up. More likely than not, she was probably hoping to be the one that 
got
transformed.
	"Uh..." Real witty, Gaia, I commended myself. Good responce. "I, 
uh..."
Finally, my brain found something to say that just might work.
	"Ask Pan."
	Pan's arm moved from around me to behind his head in one short 
movement. I
didn't look up, afraid he might have sprouted a sweatrop all of a 
sudden.
	"Uhm...Y'see..." 4.5 In the explanation department for Pan. Very 
articulate.
Hurrah. I got fed up, and answered them myself anyway.
	"It's a carrot. A metal freaking carrot, named Gertrude."
Cody snickered. "Gertrude the metal--"
"...Titanium," Pan corrected in a hurt voice.
"Gertrude the TITANIUM carrot, then. Very imposing."
"How does it work?" Jade asked, her eyes still wide enough to fit in 
perfectly
in a shoujo anime of some kind. They looked like hard-boiled eggs, man.
"Well, it...I...I throw it. Or poke them with it, or gouge out their 
eyes or
other vital bodily parts with it. Or, I just wave it threateningly and 
foam at
the mouth a little bit if I'm feeling lazy. Or, preferred method, I 
drop it and
just kick their asses normally."
	"...But does it make julienne fries?" Ryder asked in a sarcastic
TV-announcer-style voice. Jade frowned at him as he and Cody high-
fived.
Dumbasses. I scowled, and grabbed Pan by the hand as I stomped my way 
to the
door. As I passed Ryder and Cody, I paused and tried to look as 
imposing as
someone of my size can look to someone of their size. (That's pretty 
damn
mean-lookin', don't be fooled.)
	"You just better be thankful my Kung-Fu Skills(Tm) are lazy 
right now, or I'd
be playing hopscotch with your nuts."
	While the two winced and scrunched up in sympathetic pain (I 
elbowed Pan when I
noticed him beginning to do the same), I pleasantly said good afternoon 
to Jade
and walked out the door.
	It kicks ass to be me.

					*


	"But...But MASTER..." Bubbles whined, trying to convince himself 
that his
master was indeed listening to him and not just trying to figure out 
just WHAT
John and Marsha did that night, alone in the Cheezyass Motel. He was
contemplating killing the producers of the show, because while it did 
tend to
keep his master's attention off of him...It did so by keeping his 
master from
even NOTICING him.
	"Yes, Bubbles?" Bates replied, holding out a hand, palm-up. With 
a resigned
sigh, the ever-present, hovering 'Bubbles the Corn-Nut Dispenser' 
poured a
handful of the tiny snacks into his waiting master's upturned palm.
"Are you REALLY sure it has to be a USED pair...of HER underwear, of 
all people?
Can't I just go out and, you know, buy a pair?"
"No!! Bubbles, I certainly hope, for your sake, you're not questioning 
my
orders. Because, if you are..." He squeezed the handful of snacky 
thingies until
they left little white imprints in his hand. Ow. 'They were SUPPOSED to 
be
crushed to powder,' he thought darkly. 'I bet Darth Vader never had 
this
problem.'
"No! No, no, no, no, Master, not at all!" Terrified, Bubbles dropped 
the bag of
Corn-Nuts and flapped back and forth hurriedly. "It's just I was hoping 
to...to
save time, yeah that's it, so you could...um...Watch more soaps 
and...and
stuff."
"How thoughtful of you," Bates replied in a dry voice, dusting his 
hands free of
remaining Corn-Nuts to the side of his Lay-Z Boy. "Now, Bubbles. Go, 
fetch the
damn underwear, and try to get it right this time, hmm?"
"Oh, Fli--"
"THOU SHALT NOT CALL ME FLIDAIS!" *THWAP!*
	Bubbles groaned as he oozed his way down the wall. Once he came 
to, he
stretched his wings and half-heartedly flapped off into the ni--late 
afternoon.

To go get underwear.

Used underwear.

From a girl who wanted him and his master dead.

Great. Just bleedin' GREAT.


					*

	"All right, Gaia. Now, just in case your skills should, at some 
point, fail to
come to you, should have at least minimal training, on your own. And if 
they
never fail you, you'll still at least have something interesting to 
show off at
parties, hey?"
"Thanks, Pan. Real reassuring. So what do I do?"
"Just practice basic kicks and punches for now. Seeing as you're the 
hunter and
all, it should come fairly easily to you. Throw a punch."
"...What, at you?"
"No!! At this bag, here."
...Damn. "Okay!" I gave a small salute, and obligingly threw a hard 
punch at the
bag with my right hand. It connected with a dull thump/crunch noise, 
and I'm
absolutely sure the crunch part was three of my knuckles being crushed. 
The bag
swung slightly, but otherwise remained in place. I let out a loud 
shreik,
followed by a string of curses, and latched onto the bag with arms, 
legs and
teeth.
	"...The FUCK?! What's in this thing? Rocks?! Pan, is this some 
kind of sick--"
I looked over at Pan, who looked about as embarassed as I felt, and a 
great deal
more nervous. Probably because I looked homicidal, or something. Tee-
hee.
	"Uhh...That's okay, Gaia, first time's always a little off try 
again. A kick
this time."
"Then how the hell am I supposed to improve my punches?" I demanded, 
climbing
down and readying myself for a roundhouse kick.
"Let's wait for the swelling to go down before we try that one again, 
hmm?"
	Gee, Pan, you're so sweet I could just die. Or you could, I 
wouldn't mind.
"...Thanks." I answered dryly. With an ear-splitting...Well, no, but it 
was
kinda loud, Kiai, I swung my right up and around, pivoting on the ball 
of my
left foot to bring the kick around.
	I then spun three or four times in place before collapsing 
backwards onto my
ass. Great kick, Gaia. About a -3 on the 'Actually CONNECTING With Your 
Target'
scale.
"Paaaaan!!" I whined. "Why isn't this WORKING? I should be ready to 
kick ass and
take names by now! But I can't even CONNECT!"
"Well, actually, Gaia, the punch--"
"--And when I do, I wish I hadn't! It just doesn't make any sense." I 
sank down
into a sorta-sitting position, with my lower legs to the side of my 
thighs and
my butt on the floor, which I promptly discovered was C-O-L-D.
"Sure it does. You suck, that's all."
	I was about to kill Pan, when something clicked.
...Wha?? That wasn't Pan's voice!
	I looked up to see a girl, slightly shorter than me, standing in 
the doorway.
She actually looked kinda like Pan, to be honest, but her hair was in 
ponytails
on either side of her head, and she had on the most atrociously-
clashing
sweater/skirt/boot combo I've ever had the misfortune to lay eyes on. 
Behind her
stood a tall, really nice-looking guy with long, dark hair, who was 
carrying
about fifty million bags, on and under his shoulders and arms. Neither 
one of
them moved to introduce themselves, so I decided she should die for her 
comment
before settling in to chat.
	"Says who, fashion disaster?" I snapped back.
"Morgan," Pan sighed, "go away. Leave us alone, take your little boy-
toy there,
and just go away, would you?"
"Boy-toy indeed!" She laughed. The guy behind her winced as if he was 
sick of
hearing the noise, then returned almost immediately to his former 
stoney-faced
silence. "This is Alex, and he is nothing of the sort. Actually, he's 
my
trainee. And now it's your turn. Who's your friend, Pan?" She motioned 
to me, so
before Pan could answer for me, I jumped up and over, so that I face-
to-face
with her, and only inches away.
	"I'm Gaia," I hissed. "Who are you and how do you know Pan?"
"Not real bright though, is she, Pan dear?" Morgan called around me 
like I
wasn't even there. Turning to me, she fixed me with a WAY phony 
saccarine-sweet
smile and announced, "I'm Pan here's twin sister, Morgan!" She had one 
of those
voices you hated to hear...you know, the high-pitched, grating, 
insincere ones?
Eesh. "I've come to check up on my dear brother. Is that so wrong?"
"Yes," Pan seethed, "it is, because I know you couldn't care less about 
how I'm
doing. You've just come to show off the fact that you found your 
hunter."
"Excuse me? The statue over there's a HUNTER? No way. I'M the only 
hunter."
"Oh, Pan," Morgan sighed sadly. "You shouldn't lie to her like that. 
Just
because she's so obviously not sound-minded doesn't mean you should--"
"Shut up!" I yelled. Mercifully, she did. "I'm perfectly sound of mind. 
At
least, most of the time. And Pan's never lied to me! It's just, I never 
knew I
wasn't the only one."
"Well, you're not. And we've come to stay at this little camp here for 
a while,
just to see how you're doing. So! We best find a place to stay, then, 
hmm? Come
along, you can help."
"Wow, what a privelege."
"Isn't it though? Come on then, best hurry up!"


					*

	Hesitantly, Bubbles poked his head in through the open window of 
the hunter
girl's room. Thankfully, it was empty except for a darkly-tanned, dark-
haired
girl lying on her bed, and besides being engrossed with a magazine--
"Vague" or
something of the sort-- she had headphones in her ears playing music 
that
Bubbles could hear just fine from his current position, outside of the 
room. Oh
no, this one would not be a problem. Confidently, Bubbles flapped into 
the room
and made a beeline for a pile of laundry...completely unnoticed by the 
girl.
Whew. He began rooting around in it instantly, and once he had what he 
came for,
shot out of the pile.
	Unfortunately, the girl saw him this time.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Bao shrieked, clutching her magazine to her 
chest and
hopping from foot to foot. Yes, on the bed. Bubbles panicked, and 
failed utterly
at trying to get her to calm down. He soon discovered that, if she 
wanted, Bao
could've batted homers for any Major-league baseball team she wanted, 
with that
stinking rolled-up magazine of hers.
	And although he broke yet another window on his way out, he had 
the stupid
knickers, and his business here was OVER. It had been a while since 
Bubbles had
been this happy.


					*


	"Good work, Bubbles!" Bates cheered, accepting the piece of 
underwear with
which he was being presented. "This is excellent. Perfect, just what I 
was
looking for." True to hentai fashion, he brought them up to his nose 
and took a
good long sniff. Then he pulled them back, looked at them curiously, 
and turned
them inside out. An interesting stain (NO, not that kind of stain. Ew!) 
caught
his eye, and he chuckled darkly.
	"A-ha..." He murmured thoughtfully. "This is perfect, absolutely 
perfect.
BUBBLES!" He roared.
	Bubbles, still hovering loyally right beside his master yelped 
in pain and
rolled backwards in mid-air before shakily answering, "Yes, Master 
Bates?"
"Now is the time. The Hentai Hunter is at her weakest. From what I have 
learned
from these panties, if we attack now, her skills will undoubtedly fail 
her."
"What, is it, like, a moon thing, or something?"
"Uhh...Yeah, Bubbles, that's it. That's it exactly. Now, while I 
prepare our
attack on the..." He paused, and sighed happily. "...Lovely, 
yet...vulnerable
Hentai Hunter, I want you to read up on female "Cycles" and the like, 
and to
watch a little bit of this helpful video. Maybe it'll help you 
understand."
"...'Puberty and You'??" Bubbles read the title of the video his master 
handed
him in a questioning voice. 'That's it,' he thought, 'he's cracked. I 
knew it
the instant he asked for knickers. That was too weird not to be nuts.' 
He looked
at the video again. 'And where the hell did this come from, anyway?!'
"Just watch it, bat-boy," Bates commanded. Bubbles saluted, and flapped 
off in a
hurry to be away from the crazed hentai master.
	"Mother TOLD me I'd be safer on the SWAT team..." He sighed 
quietly to himself.
"And now, Hentai Hunter," Bates mused aloud in a dark voice, "Our game 
of
Cat-and-Mouse...is over."


					*

	"It's because of mother, isn't it. You never really bonded, did 
y--"
"Shut UP, Morgan. No one's listening to you anyway. Now, your room's 
down there,
Alex, you'll be staying with Erik and Cody. I'm sorry it'll be a little 
cramped,
but the other rooms were all full."
"It's fine. I understand." Alex picked up all eight (Yes, EIGHT) of 
their bags,
and followed us down the hall to the door to the room where Morgan 
would be
staying, where he dropped seven of them. The other one, a smallish--and 
not even
entirely full-- duffel bag, he kept slung over one shoulder.
"THAT'S your luggage?" I asked disbelievingly, pointing at it. Alex 
looked at it
like he didn't know what I meant.
"Yes," He answered slowly, "Is there something wrong with it that I'm 
not aware
of?"
"Uhh..." I scratched the back of my head and tried to smile 
convincingly and
assure him that I was, indeed, sane. "Well no, it's just that I've 
never known
anybody to pack so light before!"
"This is pretty much all I own," He replied with a shrug. Turning to 
Morgan he
asked, "Will you be needing any more help?"
	She shook her head. "No, Alex, you're free to go. Go try and 
meet people, make
some friends or something. Maybe Gaia can introduce you to somebody. I 
intend to
spend tonight getting to know my new roomies, so I won't be around."
	Hurrah!
"By the way, Gaia, do you know the girls I'll be living with?"
	Oh yes.
"Just one of them," I replied as we collectively turned and began to 
walk back
down the hallway. "Her name's Sarah Druantia."


					*


	Once we got Alex settled into his new digs, Pan and I headed 
back to his room.
The whole way back I smiled sweetly when spoken to, cuddled on his arm 
when I
felt it brush against me, and even giggled a couple times in an attempt 
to
humour him.
	The instant we were inside the room, alone and out of sight of 
other people, I
grabbed him by the shoulder and slammed him up against the back of the 
door.
	"Spill it," I growled. He looked absolutely adorable with his 
eyes all wide
like they were then, but that just wasn't something I could risk 
thinking about.
	"Sp...Spill WHAT??" He asked in a shaky kinda voice. He was 
probably more
confused than afraid, and I damn near let the matter drop out of sheer 
pity.
	"Why the FUCK didn't you tell me there were others like me?! 
Don't you think
it's better that I KNOW these kinda things?"
"Gaia, I..." He shook his shoulders a little and gave me a look. 
Getting the
hint, I released my grip on him and walked over to his bed, where I sat 
down.
"As you gathered, Morgan is my sister. She and I are the only ones 
capable of
seeking out Hentai Hunters such as yourself and Alex in order to 
properly train
them. It is a skill, normally passed down in our family from generation 
to
generation, but as we were born twins, it caused a slight problem. We 
both
recieved the skills, knowledge and instinctive training to find you. 
Only I
found you first." He sighed and sat down beside me. "It's been a kind 
of myth in
our family for a long time that there are actually two hunters per
generation--As you may have guessed, a male and a female."
	"What are we, monkeys?" I demanded. "A chick and a guy. Okay, so 
I guess the
rumor's true-- Now what?"
"Well, as you can see, Morgan has proved it true. And, to be honest, 
I'm kind of
lost. I never knew it was true, or I would've told you, honest! So I 
guess now
you two should just, you know, get to know each other, so you'll work 
together
better."
"Well I don't see why not," I said with a shrug. "Makes sense, after 
all. I
guess we had better go find him, and let him in on the deal."
	He nodded, and we stood together and headed for the door. We 
reached for the
handle at the same time, and his hand covered mine when they both 
reached it. He
looked up, his eyes still kinda wide and confused. He looked genuinely 
lost, and
I felt terrible for scaring him like that.
	"Gaia, I..." He began, put I put a finger on his lips and made a 
kind of
'shush' noise.
"I'm sorry for roughing you up like that, Pan. Forgive me?"
He smiled and leaned towards me, and made a slight nodding motion with 
his head
before he kissed me.


					*


	Upon bursting into the room, Bates wasted no time in thrusting 
the pilfered
panties forth and waving them around triumphantly.
	"Ah-HA! Now, Hentai Hunter, now I know your secret weakness!"
"...What the heck are you talking about?"
	Alex looked up from the book he had been reading ('Life and 
Times of a
Bishounen'), and frowned at the pervert that had just kicked open his
not-even-locked-for-crying-out-loud door and started waving underwear 
around.
"Those aren't even mine."
	Bates looked at him for a second, then at the underwear, and 
then pointedly at
Alex's crotch.
"No. No, I suppose they're not, hmm." He extended a hand for a polite 
greeting.
"Flidais Bates. I wonder if you could help me--I'm looking for a girl 
named
Gaia. Don't suppose you've seen her?"
"Alex Hobbes." Alex accepted the greeting simply because he was well-
mannered
and couldn't wait to get this nut job out of his room. "And yeah, I 
think I know
who you're talking about. She's--"
	"She's right freaking here, Bates, and you're screwed in a big 
way!!"
	I launched myself into the room with a flying kick, but for some 
reason it just
didn't feel right. Forced, y'know?
I stopped the kick halfway there and swerved to land beside Bates 
instead of on
his face. He was waving something around to draw my attention, and had 
kind of a
smug look on his face.
"What the--?"
"Are these YOURS, by any chance, my menstruating Hentai Hunter?"
"Ex-CUSE me?!" My eyes widened when I saw what he had. He was waving a 
pair of
my PANTIES around, Kee-rist!! Indignant, I snatched them from him and 
hastily
stuffed them into my pocket. The bastard. I can't believe he would do 
that in
front of Pan and Alex like that.
	"How the HELL did you get those?!"
"Loyal servant. And because of them, I know you can't possibly hope to 
fight me
now, Gaia."
"What do you want, Bates?" I asked darkly. Just because my Hentai 
Hunter Skills
were down and out for a couple of days didn't mark me defenseless just 
yet.
After all, hell hath no fury like a woman with her panties stolen, or 
something.
"Oh, you'll see, Gaia. I intend to strike a deal with you..."


				~~~~~~<<{***}>>~~~~~~

Author's Notes:

	Yes, I know, I'm a bitch. ^.-
I'm sorry this is late, and cack, and rushed even though it's late, but 
I'm
currently in Sicily and the only computer I have access to is my dad's 
laptop,
which is either busy or gone half the time, so I only have an hour or 
two each
night to work on this! Eegh! All I have to say is-- I'm sorry, I'm 
sorry, I'm
sorry!! ^^;;
	What a way to kick off my Impro career, huh? Hopefully the parts 
I write for
stuff from now on will be better. ^^; Apologies for typoes and stuff, 
if there
are any; If there are, blame Dan, my only prereader to date. Mebbe Myth 
will
actually get to preread too sometime, I dunno. If so--Please don't kill 
me,
Mei-mei, go easy! ^.^;;;
	Thanks to...well, at least to Myth for OFFERING to preread. None 
for Dan, 'cos
he was a bastard about the whole thing. ^.-
Ja, and Booyaka!

~~~De~~~