A Blue Seed filksong by Ronin. Arigatou gozaimasu Takada Yuzo-sama for
coming up with one of the most excellent and very under-appreciated anime
series today. Thanks also to ZZ Top for the song, especially Mr. Billy
Gibbons and his Fender Jaguar. *drool* I've played it on my own trusty
Washburn, but it's just not the same...
A Thirteen Moons Production...
---GUN LOVE---
[The camera opens on a sun-drenched tropical resort. The T.A.C. is taking
some well-deserved leave time. A slow pan reveals Momiji and Kusanagi
playing volleyball, Kunikida reading a Sandman comic, and Matsudaira
sitting comfortably in the shade of a large palm tree. A close-in shot
reveals that she is cataloguing sample tubes. These scientist types never
take a break, do they? Drawing back from the hard-working Matsudaira-san,
the camera pans again over to the pool.]
[Choppy guitar chords begin as the camera moves up over the body of
ex-Lieutenant Koume Sawaguchi. She is stretched out on a deck chair,
revelling in the blazing sun. Her red bikini leaves little to the
imagination, and... what's this? The camera flash-pans over to the left.
Hidden in the foliage is Mr. Yaegashi, computer specialist. He seems to
be getting an eyeful of the former Self Defense Force member! Koume rolls
slowly onto her side as a hard, driving beat begins. Spotting the lurking
Yaegashi, her eyes narrow.]
She likes to shoot her gun,
Shootin' at the target of love.
[The sun flashes in Yaegashi's eyes. He squinches them shut for a second,
and opens them again to see Koume levelling her CZ 75 sidearm at him.
Grinning, she slowly cocks the hammer, and the cylinder turns with a
smooth click. Yaegashi gulps. Leaves and branches fly into the air as he
takes off like an Olympic sprinter.]
She likes to load her chamber,
Hot and tight like a black leather glove.
[Koume's mocking grin grows a little bit wider, and she jumps off of the
deckchair in hot pursuit. The camera cuts to a nervous Yaegashi, hiding
around the corner of the hotel. He hears the patter of bare feet on tile
run past, and exhales in relief, sagging against the wall. Wiping the
sweat from his forehead, he steps around the corner. His nose bumps right
into the barrel of Koume's pistol.]
She's a little freak, but she'll take you in.
[A tight close-up of Yaegashi's face. His eyes are wide and frightened;
of course, the cool muzzle of Koume's CZ 75 resting comfortably in his
left nostril probably has something to do with that. A pan up from the
viewpoint of the terrified tech shows Koume silhouetted against the sun.
A bead of sweat, unnoticed by her, glides slowly down the hollow of her
throat. Yaegashi's eyes track downward, downward...]
You might be sittin' at the end of a firing pin.
[The strange mocking grin appears on Koume's face again. Removing the
pistol from Yaegashi's nose, she traces it along the side of his neck and
down the line of his shirt. The barrel slides downward, downward...
Yaegashi yanks his eyes upward, and a large sweatdrop appears on his
forehead. Koume laughs, breaking the stillness. Spinning Yaegashi around
by his collar, she trips him to the ground and stomps him playfully a few
times. Wandering back in the direction of the pool, she uncocks her
sidearm and kisses it with an affectionate gesture.]
Gun love...
[Whirling the CZ 75 around by the trigger guard, Koume drops to the ground
beside Matsudaira. The sudden appearance of Koume disrupts the scientist's
concentration, and she loses her grip on the test tube she was classifying.]
Gun love...
[In seeming slow motion, the test tube falls to the rocks and shatters
lazily. A mitama spins out of the tube and drops into a hole underneath
the roots of the palm tree.]
Gun love...
[The members of the T.A.C. evacuate the area. Safe behind a nearby hedge,
they watch the palm tree. It sways merrily in the breeze, just as it had
been doing all day. Suddenly, the tree begins to writhe about as though
alive, twisting grotesquely as it sprouts several macabre limbs and an
enormous maw. Kusanagi grins in anticipation. Leaping over the hedge, he
pops out the blades in his forearms and descends on the Aragami palm.
Koume dashes for her hotel room and slams the door shut.]
She's a real gun lover,
[Kusanagi and the palm tree size each other up. Kusanagi moves like a
blur, and goes in slicing. The palm tree sways left, battering at him
with long whiplike fronds.]
Gun love...
[A well-thrown coconut pegs Kusanagi right between the eyes, putting him
down for the count. Momiji screams, and runs toward him as the rest of
the T.A.C. watch in horror.]
Gun love...
[Roaring, the palm tree stretches wide its gigantic maw and descends on
Kusanagi, engulfing him with splintery, jagged, wooden teeth. An extreme
closeup shows the reflection in Momiji's eyes, of the palm tree crunching
down, grinding her protector into chunky salsa.]
Gun love...
[The palm tree swallows, burps, and looks around for something else to
maim or destroy. Preferably both. There is a thunderous crash, and the
camera flash-pans to the right. Koume slams open the door to her hotel
room. She has her trusty rocket launcher in one hand, her custom semi-auto
machine gun with the mounted grenade launcher in the other, a bandolier of
grenades, and enough ammunition belts looped around her waist to wipe out
a whole squadron of Monty Python killer bunnies.]
She's a real gun lover tonight!
[A whirling 360 degree dolly shot as Koume opens fire on the renegade palm
tree. The Aragami plant roars in pain and agony... (Hey, you'd be in pain
and agony too if -you- only had ten seconds screen time.) Riddled with
bullet holes, the smoldering palm tree crumbles to the dirt, and the
mitama sails out of its innards into the air. Koume grins. Her hand
flashes to the holster, and draws her sidearm faster than the eye can
see. Squinting for a second, she squeezes off a round. The mitama
shatters into a million tiny pieces, and the world is safe once more.
Ex-Lieutenant Koume winks at the camera, and all goes dark.]
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