Lil' Clover-Howa Arrival

M1A tried her best to focus on the television, ignoring the pacing AR-15 that walked between her and the screen.

Her patience grew thin as time went on however, having grown weary of seeing the assault rifle block the evening news at the most inopportune times.

M1A inhaled a breath to berate the young rifle. But before she could begin a socked foot nudged her shoulder, drawing her attention.

“Leave her be. She’s just nervous like the rest of us.”

Occupying the opposite end of the couch was 5906, Anon’s first handgun and firearm. Being a police trade-in she was always the strictest and more disciplined of the group, almost passing off as the mother figure of the firearms if not for her petite, early teen’s physique. Something the rest of the firearms were more than willing to point out for their own amusement.

M1A let out an exasperated sigh as AR-15 squeezed between the battle rifle and the handgun to peek out the window for the umpteenth time, scanning the driveway like a faithful puppy waiting for her master to return.

“Well, her climbing all over me isn't helping my nerves.” M1A grumbled mostly to herself, partially to the rifle practically on top of her.

AR-15 plopped down on the couch between the two firearms, the springs of the couch jostling M1A around.

“Well maybe if you weren't so big and heavy I wouldn't have to climb all over you.”

Frustration was quickly replaced by anger. M1A’s curvaceous physique, a result of her walnut stock, had the unfortunate side-effect of making her noticeably thicker than her slimmer, aluminum counterpart. That being said, she was never one to take such an insult lying down.

“What did you say?” M1A snarled as she closed what little distance there was between the two.

AR-15 couldn’t help but giggle. “You heard me.”

Ever the arrogant one she kept eye contact with M1A, unable to suppress a smug smirk.

Her cocky demeanor didn’t last long however as
M1A’s expression softened, a strangely sweet smile on her face made AR-15 drop her guard ever so slightly.

It was all M1A needed as she threw herself onto the assault rifle, one hand pinning AR-15 down while the other reached for her jet black ponytail.

Quick to recover AR-15 grabbed a fistful of
M1A’s short auburn hair and pulled with all her strength, all the while desperately trying to wrestle the battle rifle off her.

“Fatass!”

“Slut!”

*tug*

“OW!”

5906 rolled her eyes as she flipped to the next page in her magazine, fully intent on ignoring the shouting and hair pulling occurring at her feet. As she brought her legs closer to her body to avoid being dragged into the melee her eyes stopped at an ad for ‘specialty’ ammunition. One novelty brand especially caught her eye.

“R.I.P rounds eh…?” she pondered to herself.

Unorthodox ammunition was a guilty pleasure of hers, the box of ARX rounds in the gun safe attesting to that.

As 5906 tried to figure out a way to ask Anon to buy the pricey gimmick ammo the telltale sound of a car pulling into the driveway caught the trio’s attention.

Almost like a sixth sense the two rifles stopped dead in their tracks, ears perked and eyes wide.

“They’re back!”

M1A and AR-15 leapt off the couch and raced down the stairs, colliding into walls and each other along the way.

5906 on the other hand merely stood up, set the magazine aside and strolled down the hall to the stair.

As the two rifles reached their finish line the wooden front door swung open with a bang, opening the path for a teenaged girl and a man, both bundled up to counter the winter chill outside now billowing into the house.
The shorter of the two strode in first, swinging her head back to cast off her hoodie and allowing her long blonde hair to finally flow freely.

“Christmas came early ladies,” she declared with a wide grin.

With the two rifles following closely behind Hi-Power set a box of assorted ammunitions on the kitchen table. Right beside her, her owner set down several bags, some groceries, as well as an assortment of accessories and cleaning tools.

“For the record, this all counts as an early Christmas present,” Anon stated to all those present.

Despite the chuckles he received, Anon wasn’t entirely joking. With the holidays coming up he had spent a rather large sum of money on accessories and ammunition for the girls, something only capable with months of careful saving.

And that didn’t account for the cost of what he had originally intended on buying in the first place.

As the trio of guns clamored for attention from
their owner 5906 casually made her way down the stairs. She stopped halfway down, enjoying the familial scene on the ground floor.

The former police service pistol never denied reminiscing about her days on the force, when she protected her partner on multiple occasions, either through intimidation or lethal force. She took pride in her former career. Her duty was to protect and serve and she had done it well.

“Is this Federal? This isn’t the cheap shit?!”

“Hey! Who said you could start going through the ammo box?”

5906 chuckled to herself. Those days had long since passed. She had others to protect now.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs the chilly winter breeze suddenly subsided. In the corner of her eye 5906 saw the door close with a nearly inaudible click.

“I see you brought a new fellow with you,”
In the commotion and excitement a lone figure went unnoticed, standing patiently to the side. In one gloved hand she held a slim cardboard box while the other removed a beanie off a young woman’s head, allowing an onyx black ponytail to flow down her shoulder.

All eyes turned to the newcomer. Anon squeezed between the guns surrounding him, standing next to the new member of the collection.

“Ladies, this is Howa 1500.”

As Howa removed her snow flecked coat the Western firearms were able to see how much the bolt action rifle stood apart from them. Despite having nowhere near the curves that
M1A boasted she still outmatched both AR-15 and the handguns by a fare margin, possessing impressively curvaceous hips and slender legs to match.

She also held a much more formal aura about her, compared to the much more laid-back weapons gawking at Howa. This was further reinforced when she gave a bow, keeping her back perfectly straight as she righted herself back up.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all. “ Howa said with a graceful smile, “I’ll be in your care from now on.”

In the corner of her eye Howa noticed Anon extend a hand towards her. Quickly taking the hint she handed her coat and the box she was once confined in to her new owner with quiet ‘thank you’.

When she turned back to the other guns Howa realized that there was no response from them, at least not a desirable one, only a very awkward silence and some rather dumbfounded looks. Did she do something wrong? She admittedly entered unannounced but she had done her best to stay out of the way regardless.

Did she act too informal with Anon? All she did was hand over her coat and box, but was that too much for a newcomer? She had heard there were some guns that are rather overprotective of their owners but she had always passed such talk as playful teasing between the anxious unowned girls at the store and the more experienced guns waiting to be either re-sold or repaired.


With the knot in her stomach growing and a slight tremble in her hands Howa turned to her new owner, worried that he would bare the same reaction. Strangely enough he was actually smiling. As if sensing her confusion he merely nodded back to the other firearms.

Having barely enough time to turn her head
Howa was suddenly face-to-face with both AR-15 and M1A, both squealing with excitement and practically jumping for joy. Unable to process the sudden change in mood Howa was left dumbstruck as the two rifles bombarded her with questions.

“What country are you from?”

“J-Japan…”

“What caliber are you?”

“Three-oh-eigh-“

“What length is your barrel?”

“Wait, wha-“

“That outfit’s so cute! Where’d you get the uniform?”

“I-I…well, uhh…”

As she casually made her way to her owner 5906 eyed the new gun down. Unlike the other girls who were dressed in casual attire consisting of sweaters, jeans and sweatpants,
Howa was wearing a white dress shirt, grey pleated skirt and stockings, likely to fend off the cold. She also wore a red scarf 5906 recognized belonged to Hi-Power. Upon closer inspection 5906 could make out a Kryptec pattern flowing around her skirt, likely a byproduct of her paint job in her gun form.

“Now that AR mentions it,” Anon had to lean down bit to hear 5906 whisper, “why IS she in a school uniform?”