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If you want to read about the mature scenes between Vinnie/Charlie and Throttle/Tiko in Part 8, go to the link on my fanfic web page: "The East Meets the... Martians? Mature Sidestories"

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Kyoto, Japan. A young woman slowly sneaks into the well-guarded grounds of a mansion. Hiding behind a bush, the man infront of her doesn't even sense her presence. She quickly sneaks up behind him, grabs his chin and lifts his neck, cutting his throat in the process. The guard makes quiet gargling noises as she drags his body into the bushes. Proceeding into the main garden, she sees two more guards blocking her entrance. Quickly she pulls out her poisoned-tipped short blades, and casually tosses them at the guards, they fall within seconds. As she sneaks into the entrance, she looks at the guards lifeless eyes, and smiles. I still got it. Now it's time to find the head-honcho. After turning around the first corner, a guard see her and charges, she jumps into the air and pulls out her katana (Japanese sword), as she comes down, she stabs him in the heart. He reaches for her face and pulls off her mask in the process.

As it falls, we see an American girl, age 24, 5'8", 140lbs., with an athletic body. She smirks at the fallen guard and runs her hand through her very short dark brown hair. We can see the tattoo on her right arm has a lavender and violet butterfly on it, with some Japanese writing underneath it. The color of the butterfly matches the color of her violet eyes. The right side of her face has a violet streak going over her eye, with three more crossing through it horizontally. Her left eye has a scar over her eyebrow and half her face. On her left arm, there is some more Japanese writing, but no picture.

Quietly she squats down and listening for approaching guards, the man she just killed made more noise then she thought he would. After waiting for a few minutes, she picks up her mask and stares at it. There is no reason why he can not see the face of his assassin. Casually she discards it and sneaks around another corner, in front of her she sees the master bedroom doors. She puts her sword back into it's sheath (cover) and pulls out a short blade, after she takes a few breaths, she charges the door. Busting through the thin paper door, she lands on the lords bed, pinning him down. He tries to sit up, but finds her short blade at his throat. Glaring at her, the lord stares into her violet eyes.

*What do you want? My guards are going to be here any minute.* The young woman only stares at his face, then she notices a foul stench rising suddenly. Man, this guy must never take a bath. She again looks at him, into his eyes. *Did you know, that the eyes are a window to a persons soul?* He only glares harder at her. *That's nice to know, now can you please pull that blade from my throat.* Smiling, she pulls the blade away, and he starts to sit-up. He looks at her and is about to say his thanks when she gets a wild look in her eyes and slices his throat. He slowly falls to the bed, bleeding immensely from the throat. *I am afraid I saw no soul in your eyes.* She gets up and is about to leave when she notices a different color of skin under his cut. Curiously she pokes at the wound with her blade, then she pulls at his hair, pulling off his rubber mask. To her bafflement, there is a fish-like creature underneath it. What in the hell is this? Her train of thought is broken when she hears guards approaching. She quickly jumps off of the bed and makes her escape out of the compound.

Chicago (Quigley field). The mice are playing a game of football in the scoreboard, wrecking everything in sight. "And here comes the Vin-man. He makes it to the 20 the 30 and he is headed for the 40...ahhhhhh." Vinnie quickly goes down, Modo still wrapped around his waist, where he tackled him. The ball flies into the air but is intercepted by Throttle. With a yell he heads for a touchdown, but stops when he hears Carbine's voice on the CB. "Hey guys hold up." Throttle looks to Modo and Vinnie but they can not hear, they are to busy wresting. Throttle takes a deep breath, "WOULD YOU ALL SHUT UP." They both stopped instantly and stare wide-eyed at Throttle. He smiles, "thanks." He then picks up the CB, "Throttle here babe, what's up?" "Uh Throttle, are you alone?" Throttle blinks at her serious tone and looks at the guys. "Guys can you go outside for a few minutes?" "Sure, I still owe Modo for that uppercut." They grin at each other and head for the field to wrestling. "O.K. babe, were clear." "Throttle, I uh... man I don't know how to do this." "Just spit it out babe." "Hear it goes, iamgettingmarriedtoStargazer. There I did it." Throttle just stares at the CB, not sure if he heard her right. "Did you just say you are getting married to Stargazer?" Carbine sheepishly replies, "uh... yeah I did." Throttle drops the microphone and has a blank expression on his face. He slowly starts to shake, "I'M GOING TO KILL HIM."

Vinnie and Modo look up at the scoreboard and then at each other. "Uh oh...," they say in unison, and bolt for the board. When they get inside they see that Throttle has smashed up the CB, and half of their home. "Hey Throttle calm down." Vinnie tries to hold Throttle but is thrown against the wall. Modo then grabs Throttle's vest and yells in his face, "CALM DOWN!" Throttle stops struggling and just looks at Modo with a hurt expression. Modo sets him down, he sits on the floor, putting his head in his hands. "Bro... what's wrong?" Throttle looks at Vinnie and then whispers, "Carbine is getting married to Stargazer." Vinnie and Modo looked shocked and then sympathize as they see Throttle's depressed expression. "Come on bro, will go see Charlie, she always cheers me up, plus, we need someone to fix the CB." Throttle nods and they get on their bikes to head for the garage.

Japan. The young woman walks into the small house and is greeted by her sensei (teacher). *Tiko-san, did your mission go smoothly?* Tiko sits on the floor infront of him and nods her head yes. *What is wrong my child, you look troubled.* Tiko looks into his eyes, *After I cut the lords throat, I noticed a different layer of skin underneath his wound. I pulled on his hair, and a mask came off. But, instead of a human being underneath, it was some kind of creature, like a giant fish.* Her sensei just stares at her and then stands up abruptly. *Tiko-san, didn't your friend in Chicago tell you about a fish-man living there?* Tiko sat thinking, and then looks up at her sensei, *I remember now, in her last letter she said something about always fighting a fish man, with some Martian mice.* The sensei turns his back to Tiko and slowly stokes his long beard. *Tiko-san, go to America and question your friend about these fish people. Then go to the one in Chicago and question it, if it does not tell you where he is from, and why Ahiro Tamagawa was one of them, then kill it.* Tiko bows her head and turns to leave. *Tiko-san, also find out what these mice men are doing here, and why they fight these fish people. If they do not cooperate, kill them as well.* Tiko bows again and then leaves the small hut. She walks to the back and opens the garage door, she smiles as she sees her lavender and violet colored motorcycle. On the side "Little Butterfly" is written in Japanese calligraphy, Tiko smiles and rubs the letters. *Hi there Little Butterfly.* Her bike beeps in return. *Are you ready to go for a long trip...?* Her bike beeps enthusiastically, *in an airplane.* The bike quickly stops beeping and sulks. *Cheer up, after the flight we are going to see Charlie, then we can do some major riding in Chicago.* Little Butterfly perks up again and Tiko smiles as she starts the engine and takes off.

Chicago. The biker mice head for the garage, but when they get there, Charlie doesn't open the doors for them. They shrug and Throttle uses the remote to open it. They park there bikes and walk into the living room. There they see Charlie chatting away on the phone, this would seem normal, but she is talking in half English and half Japanese. The biker mice have never heard it before, so to them it sounds like she has a cold or something. She smiles as they come in and mouths the words, "Hot-dogs and rootbeer are ready for you in the kitchen." They just smile and all three think the same thing, How does she do that? After her conversation she joins them in the kitchen,. "Hi there guys." They all smile with their mouths full, Charlie just chuckles at the sight. "So sweetheart, who were you talking to and what language were you speaking?" Charlie grabs a rootbeer and sits down by Vinnie. "I was talking to a good friend of mine. She is coming here tomorrow from Japan to stay here a while. And the language I was speaking was Japanese." All three mice look surprised, "where did you learn Japanese?" Charlie smiles. "I learned right here. My friend Tiko and I were good friends when we were little, she left after high school for Japan to train in martial arts and run the family business. She returned after two years, and stayed with me for a couple of years, she then returned to Japan. She has been there ever since." "So is she a ninja or something," asks Modo. All three chuckled at the thought and shut up when they heard Charlie's reply. "No, she is an assassin." "WHAT?" Charlie just leans back into her chair, she knew she was going to have to explain. "O.K., her real name is Tammaron, but when she went to Japan she took on the name Tiko. I call her T-chan as a nickname. Anyways, she comes from a rich family who own enterprises around the world. She was suppose to go to Japan to run the business there. Which she does, but she also dedicated herself to martial arts and became a assassin. She doesn't kill for money, she hunts down killers, drug lords and other bad guys. At first she tried to just threaten them, but they wouldn't listen. So she started killing them. I have a picture of her." Charlie gets up and goes into her bedroom, she brings back two photos. "Here she is when we were in high school." The guys whistle and drool as they see a young babe with long brown hair and one hell of a figure. "Be careful guys, she might cut your tongue out if you whistle at her in person." The guys quickly shut up and Charlie laughs, "I'm joking, she's harmless. When she came back for the first time, she trained with me, I learned a lot of fighting moves from her, and she taught me how to speak fluent Japanese." Charlie then shows them the other picture. Instead of whistling, they all pant and yell out loud. "Man, I can't wait to meet her." Charlie just smirks at them, "this was taken about three months ago." "What are those tattoos on her, and how did she get that scar?" Charlie looks at the picture, "the one on the right with the butterfly says, "float like a butterfly, sting like a bee'." "What?" Charlie sighs and explains to them, "it means that she is as graceful as a butterfly, but dangerous like a bee. I have the same tattoo, actually I have the butterfly but not the calligraphy." "Whoa babe, you got a tattoo?" "Yeah, it's on my back, right between my shoulder blades." "Babe, you get better more and more ever day. Can I see it?" Charlie gives Vinnie a dirty look. "Anyways, the one on the left means death before dishonor." The guys look confused again, "it means that she follows a set of rules when fighting, ya know, protect the weak, fight fair, stuff like that. Now the markings on her face are given to her by her sensei or teacher. They stand for every level she passes while training with him. She only has three here, but she should have a fourth one now. A week ago she completed her final test." The guys sit and smile as they see Charlie happily talk about her friend. "Oh... man I almost forgot." "What Charlie girl?" Charlie starts to laugh and the guys just shrug when she doesn't respond. "She... she owns a bike... she is an awesome motorcyclist." The biker mice all spit out their soda. (Together). "You mean she's not only a babe, but a biker babe. YESSSSS!" Charlie just smiles, they have no idea what they are getting into. "What does she ride?" "It looks almost exactly like Vinnie's and..." Vinnie stands up and strikes a pose, "she must have good taste, like me." Charlie groans and points to the butterfly tattoo. "See the violet and lavender on her butterfly tattoo? That's the color of her bike. She calls it Little Butterfly, it's named after me." They all laugh, "you mean your nickname is 'Little Butterfly'?" Charlie however doesn't laugh. "What's wrong with it, she named me that after she returned from Japan." All of a sudden Charlie gets a worried look on her face. Shit, I shouldn't of told them that. "Listen guys, don't ask her why she calls me Little Butterfly all right?" "But why Charlie-girl?" "Because it brings up apart of her past that she doesn't like to talk about. Just don't mention it. O.K.?" "Sure Charlie-ma'am, no problem." "Oh, and don't ask about how she got her scar, it was a bad experience." They look at each other and nod. "What time do you pick her up?" "She is riding her motorcycle, she will be at the garage at around 3 p.m. tomorrow, I want you guys on your best behavior." "Does she know about us?" "Yes, I explained it to her, plus, I don't think anything scares her." The mice keep chatting, asking questions about Tiko. All thoughts about Carbine gone.

The Chicago Airport. Tiko picks up Little Butterfly and inhales deeply. She coughs. Man, I forgot how awful the air is in Chicago. Although, I can't wait to see Charlie. With that said, Tiko takes off for The Last Chance. Along the way she notices that a car has been following her since she left the airport. She takes many unnecessary turns to try and see if her suspicions are right, she looks in her mirror again, they are still there. Who could it be? Tiko turns down an alley, stops at the end and turns her bike around. The driver of the car gets out and is holding a tire-iron. "Can I help you?" The driver just smiles, he is about 6'4", 250 lbs., and built solid. The passenger gets out and a man about the same size of the other is holding a bat. "What's a pretty lady like you doing around here? Looking for some company?" Tiko only grumbles. Why me? "Listen, I am in a rush, so if you could please stop shoving your testosterone around and leave me alone, it would be appreciated." They just smile some more and start to walk towards her. Man, I don't have time for this. *Butterfly, fire missiles.* The bike beeps in response and shoots two missiles at the men and their car. Tiko smiles at the mess she has made and revs up her engine. She rides towards the burning car and fires her jets, landing safely on the other side. The goons look up from the alley walls where they landed during the blast. They look at each other, and faint.

The garage. "Man, when she coming? She was suppose to be hear an hour ago." Charlie smirks at Vinnie, "she called from the airport, she will be here any minute, calm down. Maybe she went a little sightseeing." Vinnie groans and flops on the couch. Throttle and Modo chuckle, "what a Casanova." They all turn to the direction of the garage, they hear the doors being opened. "What the hell, I didn't hear any engine." The mice pull out their blasters and walk towards the garage. They quickly put them away when they hear a female call in Japanese, *Butterfly?*