Rock and Roll

It's been a long time since I rock and rolled,
It's been a long time since I did the stroll.
Ooh, let me get it back, let me get it back,
Let me get it back, baby, where I come from.

Miho flew through the air, impossibly long ribbons streaming out behind her. She somersaulted, spinning faster and faster, then her heel hit something slightly soft with a squelch. Somehow the creature managed a groan before it collapsed, head crumpled in.

She made an effortless landing on her other foot, pirouetted to the left and kicked another zombie in the jaw. It too managed only a single groan as she grabbed its head in her two hands and ripped it from its rotting body in a single movement.

Head still in her hands, she spun to face the opposite direction and flung the bloody missile directly into the face of yet another shambling heap of ex-humanity.

The power was coursing through her body like it hadn't in years. She laughed at the joy of it, free from the guilt and blackness that had hugged the edges of her existence for all this time. This was like it had been way back in the beginning, before everything had gone so horribly wrong.

In the middle of the carnage of battle, a part of her wondered if she had finally atoned for all those terrible things she had done, all the values she had compromised, the people she had hurt. Perhaps she had finally forgiven herself. Just a little.

It's been a long time, been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time. Yes it has.

"Tohya-san, help!"

Miho pulled free of the zombie hoarde and spotted Yuki nearby. She was in trouble. That stupid mop of hers was lodged in the stomache of a particularly putrid zombie and the thing had decided it was a good idea to try and climb up the handle towards its attacker. Yuki was starting to panic.

A quick glance around and Miho located a street sign knocked over in the melee. Picking it up, she hurled it like a javellin, neatly severing the head of Yuki's little problem.

"I told you, only the head, Sonoda-san!" called Miho.

"Sorry, sorry," answered Yuki. "I kind of missed."

Miho grinned and backflipped high into the air as two zombies lunged at her from behind. (The "brains" warcry gave them away every time.) She remembered bumbling her way through missions early on and how she'd clung to her props for security. She knew Yuki would eventually work out how much more powerful she was without them.

It's been a long time since the book of love,
I can't count the tears of a life with no love.
Carry me back, carry me back,
Carry me back, baby, where I come from.

A group of zombies was trying to break out of the street where they had cornered them. Civilians were running and screaming in front of the shambling undead.

Miho summoned up the power within her and a purple light streamed out of her eyes. Concentrating on controlling the energy, she grabbed hold of the small car parked in front of her. For a second she thought she'd forgotten the trick, but then the vehicle was as light as air and she had it over her head.

"Oh, boys!" she cried. The zombie group looked back and her, then at each other, then tried to scatter. Too late, the car slammed into them, pinning them to the side of a building.

A single zombie, perhaps less undead than the others, had somehow managed to sidestep the thrown car and was making an escape. I must be rusty, thought Miho.

From behind, a motor scooter flew over Miho's head, bounced once, then smashed off the arm of the luckless zombie.

"Damn, I was so close. I know, I know. Go for the head."

"We'll practise that one, Yuki-chan," quipped Miho.

Yuki leapt after the scooter and neatly sliced the armless zombie's head off with her mop.


It's been a long time, been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time.

Unbelievable! She'd called the girl "Yuki-chan", like she was her friend. Or some sort of comrade-in-arms. Even back in the old times she'd always worked alone. These days, of course, there were few girls who'd even have a conversation with her, let alone call her friend.

Something strange was going on. And she didn't mean the zombie invasion.

Spinning herself into a blur she flew at the remaining zombies. Her long ribbons sliced like knives, cleaving parts off them indiscriminantly. Green ichor flying off her ribbons, she let her power take her, losing herself again in the joy of the battle.

Seems so long since we walked in the moonlight,
Making vows that just can't work right.
Open your arms, opens your arms,
Open your arms, baby, let my love come running in.

Miho sat on the roof of one of the buildings overlooking the street where she had just been fighting. She'd been feeling generous and was letting Largo take care of any stragglers. He seemed particularly adept at it, for a "normal".

Yuki bounded up noisily beside her, almost tripping off the edge.

"Um... thank you for the help, T- T- Miho-san," said Yuki shyly. Miho noted the increased familiarity from the younger girl. Yuki held a barely concealed disdain in their previous relations, but there was none of that there now. Miho could feel the admiration, maybe even a trace of affection although she didn't entirely trust her emotional radar this soon after a fight.

Without warning, Yuki flung her arms around Miho and hugged her from the side. It only lasted a second and Yuki was leaping off across the roofs before Miho could utter a word. Miho's enhanced emotional senses, long dormant, were throbbing with embarrassment. She wasn't sure if it was mostly Yuki's or hers but her own face was burning red.

She realised her mouth was hanging open and quickly shut it. In spite of being on a roof, she furtively looked around to see if anyone had seen. A pigeon politely pretended to be looking the other way.

Noting that Largo had finished mopping up down below (how efficient he was at this) she slowly turned and started meandering along a power line towards Harajuku.

Maybe things were going to work out this time.

It's been a long time, been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time.


Just a little something I knocked out. Make sure you turn it up loud.

Rock on!

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