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Birthday
• 1983-08-05
Gender
• Male
Location
• Vancouver, BC
Member Since
• 2003-08-02
Occupation
• Writer; Part-Time Hero
Real Name
• James

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Achievements
• Visiting eight different myO friends in person thus far
Anime Fan Since
• Winter 2001
Favorite Anime
• Neon Genesis Evangelion, .hack//SIGN, Naruto, Bleach, Beck, Peacemaker Kurogane, Ranma 1/2 (the guilty pleasure)
Goals
• Visit the myO friends I've missed thus far; complete a cosplay from 300
Hobbies
• Writing, Gaming, Kung Fu, Movies, Acting somewhat strange in general
Talents
• Can recognise most quotes from almost any movie/show on first listen; Can recite the entire 12 days of Christmas by memory

myOtaku.com: SomeGuy

Saturday, February 14, 2004

Cream Filling & Nougat: Second Coating (Chapter II)
"Man, how do we always end up working on kidnappings or kidnapping-related stuff?" Nougat asked as he steered the car around a corner into the small neighbourhood.
"I dunno. Fate? Bad luck?" Cream offered. "Sheer coincidence?"
"Maybe . . ." Nougat pulled over to the curb in front of the intended house and stopped the car. " . . . or maybe we're just suckers?"
"Yeah, maybe . . ."

"So hey," Nougat said as they walked towards the house, "you know I already tease you for being as feathery and girly, right? So what was up with that whole thing in the office?"
"What, you mean with 'Mel?" Cream said. "To be fair, I don't think I need to explain a thing to you, mister 'faith in fate' . . ." Cream and Nougat stepped up onto the small stoop; Nougat rang the doorbell.
"Dork," he said quickly under his breath.
"Ham," Cream returned.

A man greeted them from the other side of the door. He was relatively young, with a short-sleeved collared shirt and jeans.
"Mr. Fection?" Nougat asked. The man replied in the positive. "You called about something about your daughter?"
"Yes," Mr. Fection said, "please come in . . ." He led the two into the living room and called his wife who was upstairs. Mrs. Fection came downstairs and met the two inspectors. She was also quite young, though with an ever so slight hint of grey along the sides of her hairline. She asked the visitors to take a seat in the living room.

"Yes, we're afraid that Connie may be in trouble right now with her boyfriend," Mrs. Fection said while Cream and Nougat sat attentively. "For the past month or two we've had a feeling that he's been getting himself into some really dangerous things." Mr. Fection added,
"She was coming home at terrible hours in the night, and a lot of times their yelling would wake us up." He clasped his hands together as he continued. "That, along with all sorts of other things - his aggression was the worst of it, I found - well, I just had to stop it."
"Stop it?" Cream asked.
"Yes," Mr. Fection answered, "one night after dropping Connie back at home, I came out of the house and told him to never come near her again."
"Let me guess," Nougat said, "he didn't take that all too well . . ."
"Not unless you call a sucker-punch taking it well, then no, I wouldn't say so." Mrs. Fection put a hand on her husband's arm.
"He hit you?" Cream asked.
"Yeah, he did. Needless to say, I got a restraining order put out on him directly afterwards." Nougat spoke again.
"But it wasn't enough?"
"Not by a long shot . . ."

"Okay, so let me get this straight," Cream said as they all walked back towards the front door, "it was about three weeks ago when you put out the restraining order, though you could still hear him driving through the neighbourhood late at night . . ."
"Yes," Mrs. Fection said, "there was no mistaking that boy's car."
"Alright," Cream said as he continued, "at the same time, he still calls Connie on her personal line . . ." Again, he got nods of agreement. "And now for the past couple days or so, Connie hasn't come home?"
"We can only fear the worst right now," Mr. Fection said.
"Try not to worry too much, you two," Nougat said, "we'll find your daughter . . ."

Nougat started up the car as Cream called in a trace for the phone number on the phone bill the Fections had given him.
"Kids are idiots sometimes," Nougat muttered.
"Aw, come on Noug," Cream replied, "we're not all bad . . ."
"Hey, who ever taught you to talk back to your elders?" Nougat questioned back, bringing a smile to the younger man's face.
"Aw, you poor old, gloomy, sticky old man . . . . ." the call came back to them on the small monitor in the car. "And we have an address . . ."
"Alright," Nougat said as he stepped harder on the gas pedal, "let's go become heroes again . . ."
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