Harajuku Girls


Chapter 1: Long Awaited Arrival



"Tell me again why we're doing this?" Spike never liked flying over open water, or anywhere for that matter.

"Because Spike, Giles said he had a lead on a girl in Japan who may be in trouble." Buffy knew she seemed annoyed for some reason, but wasn't sure why.

"That it? Aren't there people there that can help her? Like the police, friends, family, or a fairy bloody godmother?"

"Umm, no. More like supernatural trouble. She gets visions, and lately they've been pretty gruesome. Sounds like some new Big Bad to me. But I don't know. Giles didn't have a lot of info."

"Really? Thought Giles would be all over that. Mr. Research Man. Figures, with his old age. I'd be expecting him to slow down sooner or later. As a matter of fact, I thought I-."

Spike stopped talking when he noticed Buffy wasn't listening. She hadn't been looking too good the last few days, and Spike was worried about her.

"Is everything alright, luv?"

“What? Oh, yeah I'm just really tired. I haven't been sleeping too well. I've been pretty busy."

"Ya know Buffy, it'll be a while before we land. If you want to sleep I'll understand."

Buffy started to protest, but kept quiet, deciding it wasn't worth it.

After requesting a pillow and blanket from the flight attendant, Buffy tried desperately to get comfortable. She was tossing and turning for what seemed like forever. Spike tried not to notice, but he just couldn't bear to watch any longer.

"Oh, bloody hell Buffy," he sighed. "You can lay down and rest on me if you'd like."

"Really?" Buffy’s relief was obvious in her voice.

"If it will bloody well stop you from squirmin' in your seat for two seconds."

At first Buffy was hesitant, but she soon found her head lying on Spike’s shoulder. Though she had feelings for Spike, being so close to him made Buffy feel awkward. But she liked the way his cool skin felt on her cheek and before long she was so calm and at ease that she fell asleep within a matter of minutes.

Buffy was practically breathing down Spike’s neck, but he wasn’t complaining. He loved it, but was a gentleman and didn’t show it. He just smiled down at Buffy politely as she slept.



Chapter 2: Heat of the Night



*God, what is taking him so long?* Buffy had been waiting for Spike to come back with their food for about an hour. She didn't think it would take so long because they were still in the airport, and Buffy was getting restless. She had already been through the airport's gift shops four times now.

"Miss me luv?"

"Where the hell have you been?"

Spike was holding two large McDonald's bags and a cup tray with two drinks and two large Oreo cookie McFlurries.

"Just doing a little sight seein'."

Spike then dumped the contents of his bag, which had a BigMac, a doublechesse burger, and large fries, on the table. Buffy had the same, but her meal included a salad. Without pause Spike began what Buffy could only describe as ‘scarefing’ his food down his throat.

"Spike, you are such a pig."

"What?" Spike said between bites.

"Can you at least slow down and breath?"

"Don't need to."

"Right."

Ignoring Spike, Buffy took out a book while she ate. Spike, seeing it, took it away from her.

"What are we reading? 'Japanese for Idiots'."

Spike chuckled at his own humor, since he could clearly see it said 'English-Japanese Dictionary' on the cover. Buffy didn't look amused.

"Willow gave me that before we left, OK?"

"Alright Slayer, don't go gettin' your knickers in a twist now. Don't see why you need that thing anyway, when you’ve got a much better translator."

"Oh yeah, where?"

"You're looking at 'im sweet pea!"

Buffy snorted. "You know Japanese?"

"Yeah, little bit. Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Umm…OK." Buffy let it go. She didn't feel like getting into another argument with Spike right now.

Spike looked up at the clock. It was almost 1 o'clock in the morning and they needed a place to stay before dawn. "I think we better leave luv. Gettin' kinda late."

Buffy nodded in agreement.

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When they walked outside the airport, Buffy just stood there looking in awe. Tokyo looked so different to Sunnydale. For one thing, there were so many buildings. The thing that stood out the most was all the color. Almost every single car Buffy saw was a bright metallic color. And the people…who knew there was so much style here?

"Buffy, you all right?" Spike asked when he saw she wasn't moving.

"Uhh, yeah. Just didn't know everything here was so…unique."

"Breathtakin' in'it. Right then, know were we're going, Slayer?"

Buffy snapped back to reality as they started walking. "Think so. A house on Osaka."

"Osaka? Isn't that a city or something?"

"I think so, but I guess it's a street, too."

Buffy guessed right. As they walked down Osaka, Buffy thought the neighborhood looked more like they do back home. Some houses, some trees, a few cars, nothing too fancy.

"I think this is it," Buffy said as they stopped at a small house near the end of the block.

"How do you wager?"

"Well for starters, Giles told me 1297 Osaka, and this is 1297 Osaka. And plus, I need a break, dragging all this luggage around is hard!"

When Buffy went up to knock on the door, no one answered. She tried again. No answer. Something inside her told her to keep trying. She decided to peek inside the window, even though she didn't think she would see anything.

*There's nothing here. Damn it. Now what the hell are we going to do? Wait, what was that?* Buffy saw something move in the house.

"Come on Buffy, let's go."

"No! There's someone in there. I saw it. I think we should check the back."

Buffy and Spike headed toward the back of the house. As they walked down the alley, Buffy saw a Japanese girl standing by a garbage can up ahead. As they got closer to her, Buffy could see her features better. She was wearing tight, dark pants and a tanktop. She had a very lean, feminine build, almost catlike. She looked to be about Buffy's age, maybe younger. Buffy slowed down her pace. Spike then knew Buffy was uneasy about this girl, his senses fully alert.

The girl stepped out into the alley, under the light cast by the street lamp, and Buffy and Spike switched into fighting stance. The girl had the softest facial features ever, which made her look younger then she was. She stood in front of them and looked to the ground almost as if she was bowing.

"Gomen*," she murmured apologetically.

Spike and Buffy didn't have time to react. The girl attacked instantly, going at Buffy first, throwing a punch. Buffy easily dodged the blow, and hit her across the face. The girl doubled back, but remained on her feet. Buffy came at her and with a series of blows, but the young woman blocked them all. The girl then kicked Buffy and she stumbled backwards. This was an opportunity for Spike. He ran toward the girl, but she knew he was there, and moved out of the way before he could hit her. Then, in full game face, Spike flung himself at her, and punched her in the face. The second he did this, Spike yelled as he felt a surge of pain rush through his skull.

"Ahh, fucking hell!"

Buffy saw this and quickly got up. She walked up to the girl, and their fight recommenced. Each girl gave and received a series of punches and kicks. Then, as Buffy was about to lay a final blow to the girl's head, the girl grabbed Buffy's wrist. She looked straight at Buffy's face, and simply said, "Enough."

Buffy stood there, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. Was this girl for real? She was still holding Buffy's wrist, but her grip was looser. She nodded at Buffy, slowly letting go of her, and backed up. Spike had just joined them, and wasn't sure what was happening. He had a cut on the side of his head, but other then that, he was ok.

"What the bleeding hell is going on here?"

The girl was still standing in front of Spike and Buffy. She looked at them with soft eyes and calmly said, "My name is Takara O-Ren Ishii."

She spoke perfect English.

"Wait. What the hell?" Buffy didn't know what to do. "First you attack us. Now you’re introducing yourself like we're going to be best buds."

"I must apologize, I needed to know that you truly were the slayer."

"Uhh, you knew we were coming?"

"Yes, I got the vision."

"And you, know about slayers?"

"Yes. What, you think us Japanese don't know about vampires and slayers?"

"Right…well I'm Buffy Summers."

"And your vampire friend, Buffy Summers?" She nodded toward Spike.

Spike took out a cigarette and lit it up. "Name's Spike."

Buffy watched Spike as he puffed on his cigarette. She thought he looked hotter when he smoked. Buffy could tell that even Takara was attracted to him.

"Please, we can talk more inside."

Buffy and Spike followed Takara as she led them inside.

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"This is your home?"

When Buffy looked around, she didn't see much.

"If you want to call it that, sure." Takara was trying to clean up a bit. "Look, I know it's not much, but at least it's something to call my own."

Buffy and Spike sat on an old couch in the living room. Takara sat across from them in a small love seat.

"Alright," Spike said. "Let's get down to business, shall we?"

"Ok, I'll start from the beginning," Takara began. "A while back, I was part of a deadly assassin group. Bounty hunters, killing humans and demons alike."

"So what happened, 'cause you've obliviously turned to the good side." Buffy said sarcastically

"Well, we had been killing humans more and more. Our leader, Boss Matsumoto, he treated me like shit; used me for my visions." Takara lowered her head in shame.

"So you got away, and what, sent this guy an 'I've moved, this is my new address' postcard?" Spike took out another cigarette and lit it up.

"Of course not! Matsumoto is not stupid. He's been sending people after me. That's why I move a lot. I know what you’re thinking, but he’s up to something bad. I just wish I knew what it was."

Buffy cut in. "Ok, it's getting really late. If we're going to get anything done, we should all get some sleep."

"Fine," Takara said. "You and Spike can sleep on the pull out couch."

Buffy stared at Takara, mouth agape.

"What!?," Buffy shrieked, "Me and Spike, together, in one bed. Nooo way!"

"Where else are you going to sleep? There's no where else, unless one of you guys want to share with me?"

Buffy glanced over at Spike. He looked at her and shrugged his shoulders.

"Fine." Buffy sighed.

Takara got up and was leaving the room, when she looked over her shoulder and said in a girly voice, "Good-night you two."

Buffy and Spike started to unfold the bed. On the outside Buffy looked very annoyed, but she really didn't mind too much on the inside.

"Look, Spike. I'm not too thrilled about this, so let’s get a few things straight, ok? Don't get anywhere near me under that blanket. If you touch me anywhere, I swear I will kill you. Is that clear?"

"I got it Slayer."

Spike gave an exasperated sigh as he took off his boots and socks. Buffy was unwillingly watching him the whole time. When he took off his duster, Buffy began scanning his upper body. God he was hot! Without realizing it she slowly worked her eyes down his body. Before she got too far, she stopped herself and began getting ready for bed.

Spike was already settled in when Buffy climbed into the bed. She laid down with her back toward him. "Good-night Spike."

No answer. Buffy figured he was asleep. They laid there for a couple of minuets when she heard, "'Night Slayer."

Buffy couldn't help but grin. She felt like a little girl, but she didn't care. Buffy laid awake that night thinking about Spike, and what else Tokyo would throw at her, until she fell asleep.



To be continued...




*‘Gomen’ means sorry in English.

Chapter 3: Do Not Disturb

"Spike, nooo!"

Buffy instantly opened her eyes. It was only a dream, but she still felt tense. She wiped her face, and felt beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. Buffy tried to sit up, but realized that she couldn't. There was something on her. When Buffy looked down, she saw that Spike's arm was resting across her stomach. She didn't know what to do. She thought of just leaving him there, but what if he woke up and things got awkward. Buffy decided to try and move him over. Slowly she lifted his arm, trying to move it to Spike's side, when he suddenly awoke and opened his eyes.

"Luv, what are you doing?"

Buffy was so startled that she shrieked, and jerked her hand away.

"Sorry! I'm sorry! I woke up and your hand was on me so I tried to…but then you…"

"Alright. It's OK," Spike interjected.

Spike sat up and moved closer to Buffy. This was exactly what Buffy didn't want to happen. Their eyes seemed to lock as he whispered to her. "It's alright. Don't worry 'bout it pet."

Buffy couldn't look away from Spike's sheer blue eyes. They were so spellbinding; she was lost in them. Well, lost until they were interrupted.

"Rise and shine sweeties," Takara said as she walked into the living room, unaware of the sensual tension in the air.

Out of frustration, Spike sighed deeply as he rolled his eyes. Takara stopped when she saw this. She then realized what she had walked in on. Buffy and Spike were having an intimate moment, and she had intruded.

"Oh my god, sorry. Were you guys in the middle of something?"

Buffy quickly glanced up at Takara. "No," she said softly, as she turned away from Spike.

"You know what, I'll just go." As Takara left the room, she felt bad, but remembered that Spike and Buffy where here for business and not pleasure, so to speak.

"I…I have to go get ready." Buffy slipped out of the bed and walked down the hallway, leaving Spike to lay there alone.

"Buffy, wait. Bloody hell!"

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Takara was sitting at the kitchen table when Buffy walked in a while later. Buffy moved around the wooden table and sat across from Takara.

"Hey."

"Hey." Takara didn't look up from the paper she was reading.

Buffy felt weird. She barely knew this girl. They sat in silence, until Buffy saw the newspaper lying on the table. When she picked it up, she saw it was all in Japanese.

"Great," Buffy murmured. She looked over at Takara, and saw that she was still engrossed in the newspaper she had.

"What are you reading?"

"Local news." Takara looked up from her paper. "Some teenagers have gone missing over the past few weeks. Most of them are females."

"Well that doesn't sound good, now does it?" Spike said as he entered the room.

Both girls gazed up at him. Spike was wearing his usual black outfit of his shirt, trousers and his old, worn out combat boots.

*Were did he get those? * Buffy thought to herself. *I could really kick ass with boots like that. Well…more than I do already. *

"Maybe I should get some," Buffy accidentally mumbled.

"What?" Spike gave her a questioning look.

"Nothing, nevermind." Buffy felt a wave of stupidity wash over her. She turned back to the pile of newspapers on the table, when she felt how red her face was getting from the embarrassment.

"So, Takara," Buffy said trying to change the subject. "What else can you tell us about this Matsumoto?"

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In the underground world of Tokyo, only the strong survived. This was something Boss Matsumoto knew very well. He ruled over all the monsters, and the creatures of the darkness. Matsumoto loved the power, but it wasn't enough. That's the thing with power: the more you have, the more you want.

Matsumoto sat in a dark room in the back of an abandon warehouse, that converted to a dance club at night. At first sight, Matsumoto looked like any other Japanese man, but he was not happy. Matsumoto was impatiently waiting for his two messengers to arrive, hopefully with some good news.

"Ohh, how long does this take?" Matsumoto groaned as he rubbed his throbbing head. His headache was getting worse by the minute, and it wasn't likely that it would go away soon.

"Mmm, what's wrong, my lord?" echoed a voice from the back of the room.

When Matsumoto turned around, he saw two of his vampire whores standing in the doorway. The two women, Rin and Ami, entered the room wearing barely anything. Ami, wearing high-healed boots, that ran up her calf, a leather halter-top and some lacy underwear, was holding a tray of fruit for her master. She set it down on a small table. Rin only had on a bright red thong and a matching tub top that was so low she would fall out of it if she tried to bend over.

They both began hissing and cooing, as they swayed around Matsumoto. They danced erotically, even though there was no music to be heard. Matsumoto was really getting into their performance. He was enchanted by it.

The two vampires danced and swayed closer toward Matsumoto. Ami moved behind him, gently rubbing his shoulders, as Rin kneeled at his side. She took his arm and looked at it tenderly as her face morphed into its vampire appearance. Rin slowly lowered her head to Matsumoto's arm and bit into it fiercely. Matsumoto moaned with pleasure as Rin drank from him. Ami looked on, as she continued massaging her leader's shoulders. She felt a pang of jealousy watching them, but it subsided when she was distracted by a knock at the door.

"Damn it!" Matsumoto exclaimed. "Who the fuck is it?"

The door slowly opened, and two young men cautiously walked in.

"Ahh, yes. My two very trustworthy side kicks, Ty and Camron. I assume you have completed your task."

Camron stepped forward. "Yes sir, we have found the girl."

"And?" Matsumoto was growing impatient.

"Well… we saw her with two other people." Cam said nervously. "We think they were Americans. A young woman, and a white-haired man. They fought with Takara. They seemed very strong."

"American you say?"

"Yes sir."

"Slayer!" Matsumoto’s eyes turned cold with anger as he spat out the word. "Anything else?"

"Umm…they went into a house together."

"What?!" Matsumoto was outraged. "We cannot have things like this happen! Alliances cannot be forming at a time like this! Did you take care of them?"

"We are sorry," Ty chimed in, "but we had to wait out the sun."

"What should we do?" Cam asked.

Matsumoto took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"We will simply take care of the problem."

To be continued…

Chapter 4: You’re So Vain, You Probably Think This Is About U

Dusk. This was one of Spike's favorite times. It meant he could roam the street and not worry about the sun. Sitting in front of the TV, Spike waited for the sun to fully set so he could leave his cushion fort. He had been laying on the couch most of the day, sleeping off and on, watching Japanese anime, saving his energy for that night’s hunt. That's what everyone had been doing all day. Spike hadn't heard from the girls for a few hours. Buffy had been out of sight all afternoon.

Spike remembered the first time he saw Buffy. She was dancing at The Bronze with her friends. Having a good time, unaware of his presence. He thought about the lame excuse that he used to get her outside in the alley. That there was some guy outside biting people.

"That was bloody stupid." He chuckled.

Getting up to leave, Spike walked down the hallway where he bumped into Buffy.

"Hey Buffy, is everything set?"

"Yeah yeah, sure fine." Buffy was acting shifty toward Spike.

"Is everything alright luv?"

"Yes Spike I'm fine. God, quite asking me that!" Buffy looked uncomfortable and her eyes were darting around the hallway, looking for an escape.

"Buffy do you not want me around?"

"What?"

"Well…it's just that you've been giving me all this on and off again touchy-feely crap, and now what, you're giving me the cold shoulder?"

"OK, first of all, you sound like a teenager, and second of all, I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"Oh don't go all dumb blonde on me. You know damn well what I'm talking about."

Buffy's eyes narrowed. "Whoa, excuse me, 'dumb blonde'? The only dumb blonde I see around here is you Spike! I can't believe that we’re fighting about something so… so stupid!"

"Mmm, so you admit we're doing something…together?"

Buffy was so angry at Spike, and the fact that he could see right through her, that she punched him square in the jaw.

"You're a bloody tease, you know that Slayer." Spike said as he clutched his mouth.

"I thought hitting you would make me feel better, but it didn't. I don't even know why I even still talk to you Spike." Buffy sighed. "Why I let myself be in your company, because every time I do, something like this always happens. I just-"

"BUFFY!" Shouted a familiar voice.

Buffy and Spike exchanged quick glances, and dashed toward the living room, where they found Takara peering out the window.

"What? What is it?" Buffy asked franticly.

"We have some visitors."

When Buffy saw what was outside, a look of shock flooded her face. Vampires where filling the front lawn of Takara's small house. There were so many of them. To Buffy, it looked like there were dozens of vamps gathered into a huge group. They were snarling and hissing, shouting for the slayer to come out for a tussle. At the front of the very large vampire ensemble were Camron and Ty, who were put in charge of leading the group of nasty vamps.

"Son of a bitch!" Takara yelled as she continued watched the vampires, which were occupying her yard. "It's Ty and Cam."

"Sorry hon, not really following here." Buffy said.

"Ty and Camron. The two guys in the front. They work for Matsumoto. I cannot believe they found me. We have to do something, I can't just sit here!"

"I think you should calm down a bit while I handle things."

"Buffy's right," Spike said while taking a new pack of smokes out of his pocket. "Why don't you go and do some meditation, and fold your little paper animals, or whatever the bloody hell you Japanese do, while Buffy does the dirty work and takes all the credit like always."

Buffy shot Spike an eye piercing look. "Spike, if you have something to say--"

"I already did."

"Uhh Buffy, do you want to help me get weapons?" Takara asked, trying to break the tension.

"Fine." Buffy said coldly.
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In the front of the house, Camron and Ty were trying to keep the rest of the group under control.

"Who the hell came up with this ass wipe of a plan? I mean we’re not getting any action," Ty wined.

"Well I don't know about you, but I get plenty of action," replied Camron, waggling his eyebrows at Ty.

"Don't bullshit me! You know what I'm talking about. Everyone else is getting restless, and it’s not like we can just walk right in there and kill 'em all."

"Quit complaining! The time will come when we will have our chance to rip their throats out, but until then, we wait."

"Fucking asshole." Ty huffed under his breath.
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The three gathered in the doorway, equipped with weapons. They stood quietly, observing their opponents.

"Is everything ready?" Buffy asked looking at Spike. They had pretty much cooled down since their fight, but Buffy couldn't stop thinking about it. Spike had made her so angry for thinking that she didn't want him around. *So why can't I just tell him that?*

Takara glanced at Buffy, "Always… but there's so many, so you two can go on ahead, and I'll check up later, OK?"

Spike snorted. "Not bloody likely!" He turned to Buffy. "Don't worry then Slayer, I got your back."

"Thanks Spike, that's what I like to hear. Now, getting back to the there's-a-whole-crap-loada-vampires-right-outside-the-door-that-need-to-be-killed plan: we go in strong, weapons high and ready, we can't afford to get hurt. Got it? Good. Let’s go."

Taking a deep breath, Buffy nodded toward Spike and Takara giving them the go ahead. They all ran outside and attacked the first vampires in sight. This set the other vamps off balance. They were taken by surprise by this instant chaos. Buffy took the right side of the field, fighting off vampires, dusting them one by one. As she fought, a vampire clocked her good in the face, sending Buffy backwards, crashing to the ground. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Spike ripping through the crowd of demons, while he cursed and swore at them. Getting up, she went after the vamp that knocked her down.

"I'll teach you!" Buffy snipped at him, and ran a stake through his heart. She walked right through the dust and ash the vampire left behind, ready to kill the next monster in her path.

Spike and Takara were occupying the other side of the yard fighting off the vampire, and they seemed to be slowing down.

"Is it just me, or is it this getting harder?" Takara called over to Spike.

"It's not just you luv. These vamps seem to keep coming."

"Well that's no fun." Takara said sarcastically while cracking a vampire's ribs with a kick, "I like to work up a sweat but-AWWW!"

Takara clutched her head and violently fell backwards. Flashes of pictures filled her head, along with intense pain.

To Be Continued…..