Fandom 33: Gumshoes (Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne)
Gumshoes
by aishuu
Fandom: Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne: Take magic girl, make her a kaitou, then throw in pseudo-Christian religion and faulty French history. Let simmer for thirty minutes and voila! You've got KKJ.
Wordcount: 580
Taunt: My fandom has more identity issues than yours.
Note: chain_of_fics and 100fandomhell
“Where else?” Jeanne demanded in a tense voice as the sound of footsteps came closer.
"I don't know!" Fin Fish was nearly in tears. She had scouted the house before sending the notice, but the possessed owner had, for a change of pace, actually shown common sense and moved the targeted picture. "I can still feel the demon, so it's here somewhere!"
"Just great," Jeanne muttered under her breath. She glanced around the room, hoping to find some hint of where the picture had gone. She was almost relieved it wasn't here; she really didn't want to steal it. C.M. Coolidge had never been a favorite of hers; she really didn't want people to think her taste was that tacky.
She saw the small glow of green as Fin transformed into her quicker form and dashed out of the room. She didn't have time to think on it as Miyako entered the small room, flanked by Akita and Haruta. All three were carrying items that resembled bazookas over their shoulders. Jeanne started to get a sinking feeling in her stomach.
"Miyako special fourteen! Sticky Wicket Bazookas!" Toudaiji Miyako announced, laughing maniacally. "Surrender, Jeanne, or we fire!"
Jeanne rolled her eyes. "A kaitou never gives up!" she announced, hoping she sounded more confident than she felt. Items resembling guns made her nervous.
"I was hoping you'd say that!" Miyako announced, cackling. "Okay. boys, fire!"
It was only Jeanne's supreme acrobatic skill that got her out of the range of the first volley of... it looked like gum? She stared at the three lumps of gooey pink that had landed where she'd been standing moments before. "You're going to have a tough time cleaning that up," she said mildly. The thought of what the mess could do to her hair made her shiver a bit on the inside.
"These things have multiple shots," Miyako said.
The next five minutes were some of the messiest of Jeanne's life. None of the three shooters managed to hit her, but gradually the relatively small room was redecorated in pink. Jeanne started to get fiercely annoyed with her angelic helper, since she couldn't do anything until she had a target. Fin was going too slow to suit her.
Finally most of the room was covered, and Jeanne looked around, realizing that there was no clean place to go except where the detectives were standing. This situation was not good.
"We've got you now, Jeanne," Miyako pronounced. "Ready, aim-"
"Jeanne! I found it!" she heard Fin call, and a smile finally found her lips. Great; she knew where the painting was, so she could make her Checkmate and get out of here. All she had to do was ditch Miyako and her stooges.
"-fire!"
She might have her back to the wall, but for Jeanne, there was always a way out. Throwing her rebound ball into the air, she snagged the corner of the ceiling and pulled. Miyako started to swear quite creatively as Jeanne swung between her assailants, artfully kicking them into the goo as she passed. Akita and Haruta swore, but Miyako's shriek of outrage made Jeanne feel just a bit smug. Once again she'd outwitted her best friend. Maron was going to have fun teasing her tomorrow.
Miyako's expression as she glared up from the pile of gum was the only redeeming thing about the night. "Sorry!" Jeanne said as she swung through the open doorway. "Better luck next time!"
by aishuu
Fandom: Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne: Take magic girl, make her a kaitou, then throw in pseudo-Christian religion and faulty French history. Let simmer for thirty minutes and voila! You've got KKJ.
Wordcount: 580
Taunt: My fandom has more identity issues than yours.
Note: chain_of_fics and 100fandomhell
“Where else?” Jeanne demanded in a tense voice as the sound of footsteps came closer.
"I don't know!" Fin Fish was nearly in tears. She had scouted the house before sending the notice, but the possessed owner had, for a change of pace, actually shown common sense and moved the targeted picture. "I can still feel the demon, so it's here somewhere!"
"Just great," Jeanne muttered under her breath. She glanced around the room, hoping to find some hint of where the picture had gone. She was almost relieved it wasn't here; she really didn't want to steal it. C.M. Coolidge had never been a favorite of hers; she really didn't want people to think her taste was that tacky.
She saw the small glow of green as Fin transformed into her quicker form and dashed out of the room. She didn't have time to think on it as Miyako entered the small room, flanked by Akita and Haruta. All three were carrying items that resembled bazookas over their shoulders. Jeanne started to get a sinking feeling in her stomach.
"Miyako special fourteen! Sticky Wicket Bazookas!" Toudaiji Miyako announced, laughing maniacally. "Surrender, Jeanne, or we fire!"
Jeanne rolled her eyes. "A kaitou never gives up!" she announced, hoping she sounded more confident than she felt. Items resembling guns made her nervous.
"I was hoping you'd say that!" Miyako announced, cackling. "Okay. boys, fire!"
It was only Jeanne's supreme acrobatic skill that got her out of the range of the first volley of... it looked like gum? She stared at the three lumps of gooey pink that had landed where she'd been standing moments before. "You're going to have a tough time cleaning that up," she said mildly. The thought of what the mess could do to her hair made her shiver a bit on the inside.
"These things have multiple shots," Miyako said.
The next five minutes were some of the messiest of Jeanne's life. None of the three shooters managed to hit her, but gradually the relatively small room was redecorated in pink. Jeanne started to get fiercely annoyed with her angelic helper, since she couldn't do anything until she had a target. Fin was going too slow to suit her.
Finally most of the room was covered, and Jeanne looked around, realizing that there was no clean place to go except where the detectives were standing. This situation was not good.
"We've got you now, Jeanne," Miyako pronounced. "Ready, aim-"
"Jeanne! I found it!" she heard Fin call, and a smile finally found her lips. Great; she knew where the painting was, so she could make her Checkmate and get out of here. All she had to do was ditch Miyako and her stooges.
"-fire!"
She might have her back to the wall, but for Jeanne, there was always a way out. Throwing her rebound ball into the air, she snagged the corner of the ceiling and pulled. Miyako started to swear quite creatively as Jeanne swung between her assailants, artfully kicking them into the goo as she passed. Akita and Haruta swore, but Miyako's shriek of outrage made Jeanne feel just a bit smug. Once again she'd outwitted her best friend. Maron was going to have fun teasing her tomorrow.
Miyako's expression as she glared up from the pile of gum was the only redeeming thing about the night. "Sorry!" Jeanne said as she swung through the open doorway. "Better luck next time!"