Repair Job

	It was good day. Guy had woken up from a good rest, ate a delicious breakfast of eggs and bacon, and even got to study a bit of his magic. He was enjoying his day. He hummed himself a little tune as he made his way to his work shed, inputting the unlock code and
entering. It was good day.

	Until the yelling started.

	“SHONIN! FIX MY SHIT!”

	“Jesus Christ, Chris, don’t scream in my fucking ear, you cunt.”

	“What did you call me?!”

	“You heard me, tit monster.”

	Christina “Chris” Sokolov. A Half-Russian Japanese. Attractive? Check. Nice body? Check. Good at ripping apart Dark Worlders? Another one. Quiet and submissive like a Yamato Nadeshiko? A Bitch with a capital b.

	“I keep telling you to keep track of your shit and maintain it. I’m not fixing it all the damn time.”

	“Not my damn fault the seekers hit like a damn truck!”

	“You have a damn shield attached to that thing! Use that instead of the blade. OR FUCKING DODGE. I’VE SEEN YOU. YOU’RE FASTER THAN GAL.”

	“IT’S HARD TO DODGE WHEN SOMEONE CAN’T FUCKING AIM AND SENDS SWORDS MY WAY.”

	“CUT OFF THAT CHEST FAT AND MAYBE YOU’LL BE ABLE TO EVADE.”

	The two butt heads for a time, Guy’s hand sparking with electricity as Chris tightened her grip with her weapon. Blood was going to fly before…

	“GUY!”

	“NOW WHA-“is all Guy could say before he was tackled down by Gal. A brief struggling later, he manages to kick her off. “I keep on telling you stop that shit, Gal.”

	“But I love to see you squirm.”

	“Hey, lovebirds, less flirting, more FIXING MY SHIT.”

	“FUCK OFF, CHRIS.”

	“Awww, can’t you just fix it, Guy.”

	A silence was heard for a time as Guy stared at Gal. She gave him the puppy dog eye treatment before he flicked her forehead. “Fine.” Chris was about hand over the weapon “But for 50 bucks.” She stopped. “Oh wait, this is Japan, so 5000 yen. Don’t give me that look, I’ve been repairing your shit for the past few months, the least you can do is pay for the materials to fix it.”

	Chris’ face was blood red, Guy though she was going to bust a blood vessel before she calmed down. “No, I think Akemi would be better to fix it than some Cyclops.”

	He shrugged, walking in to his shed. “Enjoy all the additional attachments she’ll put in then.” The door was about to be shut, “One last thing, Cyclops’ are better at metal working than monkeys,” Guy said before shutting the door again.

	A few days later, Guy got a knock on his door, with a Chris covered in soap. “Here. Just fix my shit.” She handed him a 5000 yen note.

	“Alright. Place it on the work bench and I’ll fix it. I’ll even get rid of the attachments she must have put on there.”

	“What kind of idiot puts a washer on a weapon?”

	“It’s Akemi. But you just can’t help but to love her.”

	Another silence was heard before Chris sighed. “Yeah.”