Chicks with Weapons
by Stirling Twilight
As the poster was ceremoniously unrolled for her benefit Yuri could
feel her eyes growing wider and wider. Every concept of speech fled her brain as she
gazed, open- mouthed, at the image before her.
Youre kidding, right? was what she wanted
to say, but instead she continued to stand there, dumb.
Her agent gave her a sharp dig in the ribs, trying to solicit a
response that the room could share, and Yuri forced her mouth to move, only no sound was
present in the action. Kishi tried again and Yuri felt a foot on top of her own, pressing
"Well," Kishi said in her gravely voice, "Its
Yuri, for her part, would have snorted if the foot on hers
wasnt threatening to break bones. "Sure its me, if I was a D
Every eye in the room turned on the idol, expectation written on
the faces that awaited her input. She had to say something!
"Well," she began slowly, "its nothing like
what I expected," she finished lamely.
Why is it that at times like this the Earth stubbornly
remains close mouthed? I mean, if it were to swallow me now
"That means she likes it," Kishi said quickly, lifting
her foot off Yuris. The relief on the gathered faces, and then smiles, spread
quickly through the room and finally Yuri was allowed to take a seat next to the
what was his name? Her brain seemed to have failed her yet again. Why was
it that all men looked so much alike she wondered
As the meeting dragged on Yuri found her eyes drawn back to the
poster, which had been mounted to the wall to the right of the storyboard.
Sure it looks like me, on a bad day. But why the tits? And
whats with all the muscles? I look like Arnold Schwarzanegger!
Kishi kicked her again. Yuri tore her eyes away from the poster
and locked eyes with her agent.
"Tanaka-san asked you a question," the woman hissed
through clenched teeth.
Turning to the indicated person Yuri flashed the woman her best
smile, "Im sorry, I was just admiring the poster again," she said
smoothly. A plump blonde girl at the far end of the table simpered.