Chapter 1
“Patrol Car 4687… Patrol Car 4687… Response please... over…”
“Patrol Car 4687 here…”
“We have a situation 9 at coordinates 467 897…. Please head over there over…”
“Patrol Car 4687… Roger that… Heading towards 467 897…”
“Tango Yankee Patrol Car 4687… Over and out…”
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“Sheesh… Sayanee, why do we always get situations 9 here? Can’t those blasted cats find a better past time apart from getting struck in trees? I didn’t spend a year in Police Academy for this shit! Why can’t our police career be much more interesting?”
Yamamoto Sayaka resists the urge to give herself a face palm. Appointed as “Team Leader”, she has to lead by example, even if the task given to them were mundane ones like saving cats, helping old folks crossing the road, directing traffic in front of the local primary school to make sure the little ones are safe and sound.
To her, duty is of utmost importance; her code of honor from the bloodline of Samurais made it so. Now, if only this rash, irritating and always vocal excuse of a policeman could just follow her example and go by the book, things will be much more pleasant and smooth. But than again, Watanabe Ryuki aka Milky was anything but a book follower, bring her much grief at all times.
As the patrol car slows down to a stop at the traffic junction, Sayaka narrows her eyes as she pulls hard on the handbrake.
“You seem overly energetic today, why don’t I drive …”
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Watanabe Milky’s face turned another shade greener as he struggles with the continuous curves of the mountain roads. Normally, he would be fine but not when the car was zipping around like the AE86 from Initial D.
A quick pull of the hand brake locks the rear wheels, causing Milky to brace himself for another familiar experience of G forces as the patrol car drifts cleanly through another turn.
“This won’t be over! Yamamoto Sayaka! I will take my revenge…”
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The patrol car decelerates to a soft stop in front of an old farmhouse, bringing much needed relief to at least one of the occupants.
Struggling to breathe some fresh air and possibly force back the urge to empty his stomach from the several near-death experiences, Milky stares hard at Sayaka.
“Gosh! Are you mad! You could have gotten us both killed!”
“Weren’t you the one looking for something interesting? Quit yelping like a little kid and man up, there’s still a Situation 9....” replies Sayaka coldly as she exits the vehicle towards a panicky grandmother waiting anxiously for their arrival.
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“What do mean I have to go? From what I understand, Japan is still a democracy and we are of same rank…”
“Fine… We shall let fate decide… Are you ready?”
“Jankenpon!!!”
“……”
Resigning himself to his fate, Milky grabs the foldable ladder from the boot to handle the situation 9 while whispering under his breath, “I’m sure she must had cheated… She can’t be winning all the time…”
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After some hard work, persuasion, curses and a few scratches and bites, Milky manages to retrieve the kitten and return it to its owner.
“Oh Officers! How could I possibly thank the two of you…”
“Don’t worry about it Yamada-San, it’s our pleasure to serve you!” replies Sayaka.
“The pleasure is only hers… Not mine… She’s not the one that has to face that furbag from hell…”mumbles Milky, only to receive a cold hard stare from Sayaka.
“How about I get the two of you some warm milk for the cold evening? I’m sure you could use that and some nice cookies too for your effort” replies the elderly lady enthusiastically as she pulls Sayaka in by the arm, leaving Milky no choice but to follow them.
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“Itadakimasu!” announce the two officers politely before starting their meal.
Sayaka nibbles politely at the cookies while Milky took big huge bites in gusto, clearly enjoying them.
“Shouldn’t you watch your image? You’re in uniform…”
“But it’s so good! I can’t help it…” replies Milky sheepishly before attacking another cookie.
Looking at the scene, Yamada-san laughs coyly before looking at them accusingly.
“Are you both married? You seem quarrel like husband and wife…”
“Who! What!? Him/Her!?! Never!” reply the both of them in unison as they cross their arms and look in opposite directions.
“Kawai… Your replies are even in unison. You both should seriously consider each other…”
“OBASAN!!!” come another chorus in unison.
“Hohoho… Young people nowadays are so cute and shy. You both should follow your heart. I did when I was younger and I was happy…” drone Yamada-san as she continued with her life story…
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“Thank you Yamada-san for the cookies!” reply the two officers with a bow before proceeding towards their patrol car.
“Thank you for your help! And remember to follow your heart!” reminds Yamada-san as she waves goodbye to the patrol car.
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The farmhouse slowly disappeared from sight as Milky applied more pressure on the accelerator. After the “exciting ride”, it would be hard for him to allow Sayaka to take over the wheel ever again.
After the teasing by grandmother Yamada, the two kept quiet during the journey back, preferring not to take the risk of any possible awkward moments.
However, Milky, being the chatterbox, found it hard to keep the silent. A bright light from the sky provided the topic to break the ice.
“Hey, Sayanee, had you ever wish upon a star? They say if a star falls down from heaven, your wish will be granted!”
“Wishing star? Where?”
“There!” replied Milky as he stopped the vehicle so that they could have a better look.
However, their faces from amazement turned quickly to horror as the ‘Wishing Star’ become a burning mass, zipping across the night sky to crash at a site that seems to be suspiciously close to Yamada-san’s farmhouse.
“Yamada-san…” they replied in union again as they turned the vehicle around with worried faces.
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Topic: Into the unknown <Sa-Milky> Chapter 2 Updated 10 April 2012 (Read 4796 times)