BGC Post 2040 File 6 – 15: The Real Me
The Bubblegum Crisis Tokyo 2040 Continuation Fanfic Series
by P. Kristen Enos
Most of these stories take place AFTER the TV Series! So DON’T blame me if I ruin the ending for you because you read these stories first!
Lesbian/Yuri/Shoujo Ai Warning! (Non-explicit — at least in the “PG13″/”R” sort of way.) Just not written for children because they probably wouldn’t get half of it.
All rights belong to JVC/AIC, ADV Films and the other creative powers that be. I just want credit for writing the story.
Monday Morning, November 28th
Standing in the airport, Nene gave her mom a careful but firm hug. “Promise me you’ll call as soon as you land. I just want to make sure you’re all right.”
“I promise, Ne-chan, I will!” Nana humored her. She turned to Mackey and gave the startled young man a hug. “I’m expecting to see both of you at Christmas! You’re part of the family and you should start celebrating the holidays with us.”
Mackey nodded. “We plan to arrive with lots of gifts.”
“If you ever get stuck for a gift idea, chocolate always works,” she teased as she let him go.
Then she paused, as if studying his features for a moment. She ran her finger along his cheek, taking in how real his skin felt against hers.
Picking up her suitcase, she shook her head to herself and murmured, “Simply amazing…”
Nene and Mackey smiled at each other as she hugged his arm.
* * * * *
Standing in his office, Leon let out a large yawn as he stretched the kinks out of his back. He pulled out the hand mirror from his desk and frowned at his need for a haircut and a shave.
“Yes, you look like a mess,” Jeena commented as she walked into the room, looking quite haggard herself. Tossing her stack of datapads on the desk, she collapsed in her chair and indulged in her own yawn.
Blushing, Leon quickly put the mirror away. “So, um, how does everything look?”
“Kumagami seems to have the nightcrew under control. We just have to decide which one of us comes back for graveyard coverage.”
“I can do it,” he said quickly.
Jeena shook her head. “Not this time. You’ve worked more hours than I have the past few days. It’s only fair that I take this shift…. Unless there’s someone else we can designate as a lead, to give him or her an opportunity for experience. And I have a list of possible candidates here.” She held out a datapad to him. “That way we both can have a good night’s rest for a change.”
Understanding her meaning, Leon grinned and said, “I’ll agree to whomever you choose.”
“Good, because I already told her… So now that you’ve had your first night off, are you going to go home and sleep?”
“I want to, but I’m also looking forward to having a good meal. What about you?”
“I don’t know yet,” she answered as she stared at her desk calendar. “I’m thinking Daley and Yuuji might want some real private time together, even if I am staying in their guest room.”
“Oh…” Leon fiddled with his desk knickknacks for a moment. He then took a deep breath and forced himself to ask, “Would you like to go out to dinner then? I-I mean, only if you’re hungry and all…”
Jeena froze and then looked at him with a tilt of her head. They were both clearly aware of the fact that they had never spent off-duty social time alone.
She smiled and said, “All right. What place do you have in mind?“
Leon suddenly felt his energy level jump a couple of notches. “Um, well, um, we could always go to the shopping district and see what’s open.”
“Let’s go then,” Jeena said as she stood, looking a more little energetic herself.
She then paused and said firmly, “And we’re not telling Nene or Daley about this, right?”
“That’s right,” he agreed immediately.
* * * * *
Pausing before the apartment door, Linna took a fortifying breath and nervously straightened her jacket. Then she raised her hand to knock and was immediately surprised with the door sliding open.
Sports Reporter Nathan Morimoto jumped back when he almost collided with the equally reactive woman. Recognizing her, he was genuinely stunned. “She didn’t tell me you were coming over.”
Linna shrugged sheepishly and said, “She didn’t know. I thought I’d chicken out if I had called before hand.”
Nathan grinned and winked, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder, “She’s in her room. I’m in a rush so I think you can announce yourself…. And I don’t plan to be home until morning.”
Linna blushed and nodded, stepping into the apartment as the man disappeared down the hallway.
She noticed that Lisa’s door was open and the sound of the television could be heard. When she stepped closer, Fluffy the cat came running out to greet her with a meow.
“Nathe?” Lisa called out. “You forget something?”
Picking up the purring cat and nuzzling him, Linna answered, “Nathe’s gone but he let me in.”
Dead silence was her response.
Linna paused at the doorway and peered in.
Wide-eyed, spoon in her mouth, and wearing only an over-sized Morning Musume T-shirt, Lisa was stretched out on her futon with a pint of coffee ice cream perched on her stomach. A cheesy romantic soap opera was on the TV. screen.
“Can we talk?” Linna asked sheepishly. “Priss made me make a real decision without any excuses, and here I am… if you still want me.”
Dumbfounded, Lisa continued to stare. Then she motioned to her layout and said wryly, “Well, this is what you chose. I won’t blame you if change your mind now that you’ve seen the truth.”
With an armful of purring cat, Linna grinned and sat down next to her.
* * * * *
Finished with her latest assignment, Priss stepped from the launch tube and lifted her hardsuit visor. She noticed Sylia standing there expectantly with a glass of water. “So, no other rescue calls?”
Her friend shook her head as she gave her the drink. “You need the rest anyway… So is there a reason why Linna took the night off and you didn’t?”
“She’s probably with Lisa,” Priss answered cryptically as she took a drink.
“Ah. So even though she was willing to stay with you, you forced her away.”
Priss was quiet for a moment and said, “I forced her to make the best decision for herself right now… That’s all.”
Sylia didn’t say anything as she returned the other woman’s unflinching stare.
Suddenly, the sound of a Knight Saber returning through the launch tube distracted their attentions.
“Is that Nene?” Priss asked.
“No,” Sylia answered, a slight smile curling her lips.
Priss’s eyes widened at the sight of the familiar white hard suit emerging from the opening.
The Knight Saber stopped in her tracks at the two staring women. Finally, the visor slid up, revealing a beautiful young woman with a mixture of Japanese and Caucasian features.
“Hello. You must be Priss,” she greeted with a soft, gentle voice. “I’m Cynthia Henderson. Henderson is my grandfather.”
“Um, hi,” she answered with a slightly puzzled look to Sylia.
“She’s been helping out since the quake. You two just hadn’t crossed paths. Well, I’m going to turn in now.” As she turned to depart, she gave Cynthia a pointed look and said, “This will give you two a chance to become reacquainted.”
Both of the other women’s eyes widened.
“Reacquainted?” Priss repeated. Her expression started to fluctuate with a look of hope.
Sylia only gave her a smile in response as she stepped into the elevator.
Once they were alone, Priss looked at Cynthia expectantly.
The other woman smiled back, looking genuinely pleased.
* * * * *
Sitting at her private computer room, Sylia scanned the various monitors, seeing if there was anything that required her to dispatch a Knight Saber this late at night.
Henderson held out a tray with her requested glass of Scotch. He smiled and said, “You force everyone else to take a night off but here you are.”
Taking her drink, she smiled back. “Seems we’re both bad at taking our own advice.”
Once the elderly man left, Sylia’s phone chirped in her pocket.
She pressed the button on the console so that Nigel’s image appeared suddenly on the monitor screen right before her. “You’re up?”
“So are you,” he replied. “Is there anything to do now?”
“Things seem to have eased up, for at least the critical work.”
“… Well, then are you up for me to come over?”
Sylia smiled slyly. “Certainly.”
After she hung up the phone, Sylia went back to work, knowing that everything and nothing has changed.
— End Chapter 56 —
* * *
Saturday Night, January 3rd
“Wow! This place is really crowded!” Nene murmured as she looked around the packed dance club. She was happily bouncing in her seat to the rhythm of the current dance song.
The women who were the Knight Sabers and their guests were seated at the table at the edge of the dance floor.
Taking a sip from her wine as she sat across the table, Sylia nodded and said, “I was surprised to find that this place was still open after all of these years. Reika and I used to come here every once in a while.”
“Well, I like it!” Linna declared as she watched the dance floor of happily gyrating women and a few men. She gave her girlfriend a nudge. “We should come here more often.”
Lisa nodded. She then grinned at the clearly uncomfortable Mackey, who kept his attention focused on his bottle of beer. “Sorry, Mackey, if you’re feeling out of place. Perhaps a lesbian club wasn’t the most appropriate place to hold a wedding shower for you two.”
“Oh, I-I’m fine,” he answered anxiously. His nervous twitching showed that this statement was a total lie.
Nene leaned over in a mock-conspiratorial whisper, “He’s just dreading the moment when I finally drag him out on the dance floor.”
Pausing in her sip of beer, Priss looked at him curiously and asked, “Do you even dance, Mackey?”
“Not in public,” he answered sheepishly.
“I assure you that it’s quite a sight,” Sylia stated with the air of authority only an older sister would have.
Mackey only turned red in response.
The opening beats of older pop song suddenly came over the speakers, causing most of the patrons to squeal with delight.
“Oh, I love this song!” both Nene and Lisa exclaimed.
Jumping up from her seat, Nene snagged her fiancé’s arm. “Mackey, come on!”
Seeing that Linna and Lisa were standing as well, Mackey stifled a sigh and glumly did the same.
“Aren’t you coming too?” Linna asked the three remaining women.
Priss scowled into her beer. “I’m not dancing to this bubblegum crap!”
Scowling herself, Linna put her hands on her hips and said, “Well, sorry if you’re going to allow your music snobbery to get in the way of a good time!”
Priss gave her a sharp look and then looked at her own girlfriend and asked in a much more gentle tone, “Do you want to dance?”
Content to have been quiet up until then, Cynthia gave a slight shrug, her mild smile revealing her amusement at what was unfolding before her.
She had a pretty, delicate mix of Japanese-Caucasian features with the long, dark brown hair in a simple ponytail. With her large hazel eyes and quiet, calming presence, she always attracted attention without ever making an effort to do so.
“I don’t mind,” she answered simply. “Although I admit I’d be curious to see if Mackey dances better to this bubblegum crap than you.”
Priss blinked back in stunned response as the other women stifled a laugh.
Now determined not to back down from the challenge, Priss took Cynthia’s hand and stood. “Come on! — Hey, Sylia, you’re dancing, too!”
She shook her head and pointed to the empty chair next to her. “I’ll wait another minute.”
“But the song might be over by then!” Nene declared as she kept bouncing in place.
“Not the way they do dance remixes,” Priss muttered, looking pretty glum herself.
“Come on!” Cynthia said, as she took her pouting girlfriend by the arm and led the group to the floor.
Ignoring the interested stares of various club patrons as she sat by herself, Sylia watched her friends claim their territory on the dance floor.
Nene was bouncing in place with pixie energy while Mackey reluctantly showed everyone that he did not have any musical rhythm whatsoever. Linna and Lisa were laughing and whispering as they imitated the canned dance steps that had been introduced in the song’s music video. Not to be outdone, Priss pulled Cynthia to her and they drifted together, ignoring the fact that they were not matching the song’s beat at all.
“Well, that’s definitely a sight!” Reika murmured into Sylia’s ear as she sat down. “Mackey certainly hasn’t gotten better over the years, has he? — Don’t tell me you were waiting for me instead of being out there and showing what a mean dancer you are.”
Sylia smiled and responded, “It’s not as much fun without my dance partner.”
Reika glanced around a bit and asked, “No Nigel?”
She shrugged. “I’m involved with a man who has no interest in dancing or lesbian fantasies… Here, I took the liberty of ordering this for you.”
Reika happily took a sip of the offered drink and said seriously, “Sorry, I’m late. I had a little trouble at the door trying to convince them to let my entourage in despite their guns.”
Sylia looked over to where Reika pointed. Kou and three other bodyguards were sitting at a corner table, looking quite out of place in their suits and dark glasses.
Sylia giggled and pulled Reika to her feet. “Well, we should make certain they focus their attention on you instead of the other visual distractions in this place for straight men.”
“How do you –“ Reika was interrupted by a firm kiss that disappointed many interested women in viewing sight.
Sylia smirked as she took a step back and wiped the edge of smeared lipstick from her lips.
Frowning, Reika said seriously in a low tone, “You’re not supposed to do that unless you mean it.”
With a sly smile, Sylia merely gave her a wink as she led her to the dance floor.
Following the other woman, Reika let out a sigh and shook her head to herself.
Nothing in the world needed to matter as everyone focused on dancing the night away.
— The End —
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And it was the end of the series, or so I thought for several years…