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Pangya – a day in the life

Posted on | October 16, 2008 | No Comments |

Yeah, yeah, it’s a Pangya fanfic. I’ve forced myself to write it with the characterisations in the previous post…I haven’t written for a while and it’s HARD. Anyway, here’s what I’ve got so far. More to come, probably

Chapter 1

White cardboard cutout clouds floated their lazy route over the inky black sky as the final groups ambled off of the eighteenth green, bickering meaninglessly in the way of NPCs. A tiny figure stomped angrily up the last fairway, silhouetted by the somehow ever-present full moon. The final putt dropped with no celebration – only silence punctuated by the distant rustle of wind in the palms and the croaking of amorous frogs in the nearby water hazard. Somewhere, a disappointed Japanese guy switches off his PC, grabs his plushy Kooh and heads to bed.

Kooh’s twintails fluttered as she carried on stomping her way to the portal that led back to the interdimensional clubhouse. This had not been a good day. Her teeshot on the fifth had shanked badly out of bounds and it had all been downhill from there. Highlight of the day had been when her perfect shot had bounced out of the hole into the water. Some game programmer was going to pay dearly for that one.

She rematerialised in the clubhouse and checked the scoreboard. Yep, Arin had won again by a clear margin. Hana hadn’t seemed herself today and placed 5th. Kooh had passed her on the 10th on all fours, chasing some poor insect who was doing its very best not to get eaten. She shook her head. Taking all those nerve stabilisers had to do something to a golfer’s sanity.

She looked up, saw Arin sauntering down the hall and groaned. Arin on her own was difficult enough to take, but after winning something she was insufferable. The rich girl was not the type to miss an opportunity to rub defeat in someone’s face, especially if that face was Kooh shaped. There was some reason Kooh couldn’t fathom as to why the bulk of Arin’s annoying personality was directed towards her in particular; maybe that was why no-one else but her despised the uptight bitch. Despite all the teasing and cruel jibes, all the younger girls in the club looked up to Arin as some kind of marvellous sempai. She felt especially sorry for Hana; the poor girl had suffered some less than proper encounters with Arin, but still circled around her like some kind of lovesick puppy. Any attempt to educate her to the contrary was met with such innocent and absolute ignorance you couldn’t help but feel pity for the girl. Poor thing probably thought yurirape was some kind of Russian plantlife.

‘Shit, she’s getting closer’, Kooh took a deep breath and tried to kindle the dwindling fires fuelling the latent rage that usually kept most unwanted attention away. Usually about 5 miles away, in fact. Her lips took on their usual impassive frown as Arin spotted her and skipped over with a gleam in her eye.

“Ohoho, Kooh chan! Commiserations on your score, but I understand it must have been a difficult course for a little girl like you…” Arin gloated, completely disregarding that Kooh was a good 5 years older than her. She really did love hitting where it hurt; stabbing it deep and twisting it just a little. “I saw what happened on 10, that was so~ unlucky.”

Kooh winced from the sarcasm. She said nothing, just letting the anger build.

“Maybe if you had more curve you’d have made it to the green at 16…” Arin giggled inwardly at the double entendre. She knew Kooh couldn’t stand being teased about her…curve deficiency.

Inside Kooh, something snapped. She opened her mouth and waited for the abuse to flow of its own accord but…nothing came. Somehow Arin’s last thoughtless quip had blown away the last of her mental defences. As she felt her eyes burn with tears she felt her foot move of its own accord, aiming a kick to the annoying girl’s solar plexus. She scrunched her eyes up tight and funnelled all her anger and emotion into that one hateful strike.

And then nothing

She opened her eyes, slowly. Something was amiss. She looked around for Arin, but she wasn’t curled in a ball on the floor or laughing at her from where she had teleported at the last millisecond.

“Kooh chan, you know violence will get you kicked out of the clubhouse!” Kooh’s head snapped to the right. Cecilia was standing in front of her, with her hand firmly wrapped around Kooh’s boot, with Arin cowering shamefully behind her. Reflexively, she felt her kicking foot relax. Big mistake. It was then that she realised that Cecilia holding her foot was the only thing separating her from falling.

Her eyes widened and she let out a surprised cry as she fell backwards; her boot sliding from Cecilia’s grip. Cecilia was a yellow blur, catching the falling girl before she touched the ground and gathering her up tight in her arms.

‘I wonder if she stuffs her bra with marshmallows’ Kooh thought absently as her face was smooshed deeply into Cecilia’s ample cleavage. She flailed a little for effect then snuggled down, wrapping her arms around the older woman’s waist and breathing in her scent. Lowering her defences just a little, she allowed a few tears to fall, though they were instantly absorbed by…what probably passed for clothes in Cecilia-land. She shivered slightly as she felt fingers comb lightly through her silver hair.

Cecilia turned angrily to Arin, who had finished being surprised and started being annoyed at the sudden intrusion. “Would you mind leaving us alone? I think you’ve done enough damage for one day, don’t you?”

Arin made a face and turned to leave. “All right, all right, I’m going. Sometimes you’re such a gooseberry you know, Ceci”

Cecilia didn’t reply, but her glare said it all. Arin retreated hastily to the safety of the bar. When the door had closed behind her, Cecilia loosened her grip a little to let Kooh breathe. Kooh popped her head up between her oversized breasts and gave Cecilia a wan smile.

“…Thanks,” she said, finally, separating herself from the older woman’s embrace. “I’ll…see you around.” Kooh abruptly turned to go, heading the opposite direction to which Arin had left.

“Wait Kooh-chan.” Cecilia called out. “Why don’t you come to my apartment for a coffee?” Kooh turned and stared at her. Cecilia grinned, “Or maybe you’d like a hot chocolate?”

Category: Fanfiction, Pangya!

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