A/N 2019: This chapter is what one might call a filler scene, based off a fantasy running wild in Shirakage Mouse’s head when she got a look at DM’s new threads at the end of the previous chapter.
I’d also like to give a shout out to the 4 Danger Mouse: The Danger Games players: “Grassy Tin Crumbs”, “Snoopy Red Crab”, “Icky Iron Tux”, and “Happy Iron Mice” for handling their struggling eternal battle against my 3rd Danger Games account, “Flashy Tall Fox”. I’m sure it must be frustrating to any player who hasn’t been able to move on...if the system fails to unlock their cage races against recurring players like myself.
Chapter 18: The Turned On Fantasy Inside My Spaced Out Head
Picture the scene: I’m walking back to my flat in Baker Street, London after a long day at work. The night air was cool, but humid for late springtime. I usually didn’t mind traveling alone at night. But lately, I’ve been receiving threatening messages from at least 2 or 3 other Giraffe Warrior gamers online, who have been frustrated at me for beating them over and over again.
Still, I knew how to take care of myself. I didn’t train hard in multiple martial arts lessons with my cousin, Jeopardy Mouse for nothing, you know.
Sadly, however, it appeared that tonight wasn’t going to be a safe one for me in my neighborhood. I can sense two...no, three presences following me at this very moment.
My vigilant toes intensified, and I instinctively spun around to face whoever was lurking in the dark. I glared silently, waiting for them to show themselves. They probably knew that I was already onto them, cuz they finally appeared under the street light.
A tall beige colored cat in a trench coat on the left; a rusty red scaled bullfrog wearing a sports robe in the middle; and an ostrich in a white tank top on the right.
All three of them leered at me, giving off a sign of bad ass trouble coming my way. But I didn’t seem the least bit intimidated by their threat. I was ready to take them on if they wanted to start a fight.
What I wasn’t expecting...was a sudden 4th presence striking the back of my head. I had forgotten that there was a fourth person online sending me death threats. That was the last realization I made before my world went black.
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Fast forward in my pleasant daydream: I eventually regain consciousness after getting knocked out from my 4th attacker. The bare white furry skin of my forearms and face picked up the swift, scented breeze of the ocean; I must have been kidnapped and taken by those bastards all the way north to Scotland.
However, I couldn’t be certain if my assumption was right...because my chuckling kidnappers had taken the liberty of blindfolding me. In addition to my misfortune, my wrists were bound together behind my back as well as my ankles. Thankfully, I hadn’t been gagged.
But, Dammit...I’m about to be flung out of a frying pan and into a fire. I can smell the potent scent of these male Anthro furry thugs swarming around my vulnerable position. My back was trapped up against some sort of vehicle of theirs, most likely a motorcycle, judging by the detected textures of both metal and rubber touching my bare arms.
Shit. What good would deducing my unseen layout do for me right now!? The point is that I’m about to get badly screwed...in a non consensus fiendish way...!!
I curled myself in a pitiful ball, waiting for the four kidnappers to grab me.
Suddenly, I heard a 5th voice shout out a loud battlecry around us. Then the voices of my kidnappers turned their attention towards the newcomer. All they could do was cry out in surprise before a struggle took hold between them and the gang rape crasher.
In less than 5 seconds, my unknown savior had knocked my attackers out cold; not one painful groan was uttered from those bastards. And when the last defeated body hit the ground around me, I held my breath, wondering who had come all this way to help me.
I then sensed the stranger approaching me; his cologne reached my snout as I heard him kneel down to undo the bonds on my ankles and wrists. I waited for him to stand back on his feet again before I removed the blindfold from my eyes.
The first immediate sight that caught my notice was the bodies of the tall beige cat, the rusty red bullfrog, and ostrich. Laying unconscious next to them was their apparent 4th partner who knocked me out earlier: a plum colored salamander.
My attention then gazed upon the pair of bright red sneakers that housed the mysterious person who was standing in front of the blacked out goons. My gaze continued to rise past the blue denim jeans, red belt and yellow belt buckle, until it stopped at my savior’s upper body. He was wearing a bad ass, black leather jacket, and also sported a black T-shirt that featured an image of a Giraffe’s skull on the front. Definitely sexy.
Finally, my gaze rose to meet the male Anthro furry’s face. He was a white mouse with big ears, and yellowish amber right eye, and an eyepatch covering his left eye. He was also smirking confidently at me. My flustered face blushed even darker as he flashed his grinning teeth at me. I was too stunned to get up off the ground; he was just so handsome.
It was at that precise moment that sunrise began to seep above the sea’s Eastern horizon. The male white mouse suddenly flinched with an alarming grimace on his face. To add to my surprise, he swept me off my tailed ass and plopped me on the back end of one of the creeps’ motorcycles.
He then got on in front and handed me a spare helmet. I didn’t waste anytime strapping it on my head before encircling my arms around the mouse’s waist.
“Hold on tight, my Dear,” he instructed me gently. The motorcycle roared to life and we sped up southward down Scotland’s countryside.
“Thank you for saving me, Sir,” I yelled loudly over the motorcycle’s engine. “I’m very lucky that you were nearby. I thought no one would come to my rescue.”
“It wasn’t luck, Madam,” the handsome mouse replied angrily. “My colleagues and I have been investigating these particular Giraffe Warrior gamers for some time. These four individuals go by the gang name: ‘The Grassy Red Iron Four’.
“I just notified my fellow agents to apprehend those fiends where we’ve left them. And I’ll explain everything to you later once we return to London.”
His voice sounded serious with a hint of nervous urgency in his reply. He kept his eye on the road, but I noticed he would occasionally glance left towards the rising sun around the sea’s horizon. As I lay my head against his back, I also noticed the grassy cliffs and hills to our Said left were blooming with fluffy cotton grass.
The sun’s light was catching up to the coastline, and I heard the male mouse swear under his breath. “Dammit. I won’t make it in time.”
My eyes widened with worry. “Sir, what is it? Are those men coming after us!?”
“No, Madam,” he groaned irritably. “I, unfortunately, might have to deal with another annoying problem if the sunlight hits us.”
I laughed lightly. “What? You’re not a vampire, are you?” I joked amusingly at him.
“Of course not. But I’ll get a horrible, deep, burning sensation in my sinuses when the sunlight meets plant life. And I didn’t bring enough handkerchiefs with me.”
No sooner as he finished his sentence, the morning rays hit the grassy hilled cliffs, lighting up the gentle white fluff of cotton grass which were swaying in the breeze.
The mouse suddenly slammed on the brakes, and our vehicle came to a complete stop. When the motor died down, I witnessed him tilting his head back slightly, then heard his breath growing more shallow. He sniffled wetly as an unknown itch made his nose run.
I realized that my brave, handsome mouse seemed to be right on the verge of sneezing from an allergy in the cotton grass.
He gasped once, then twice before the prickle in his nose finally surged and he snapped forward, nearly hitting his head on the bike handles.
“Ahh huhhIHHH! Guh uhh! Ha... huhihhhGHSSSSHHEEW!” He then blindly pulled out a handkerchief, getting it to his large red snout just as another sneeze struck.
“RUHAHNGSHHHHEEW!” He blew his nose, but it seemed that it was more than his beleaguered nose would stand. “Ahhhh...huhAHHSNGSSHHHEEW! Huh uhhh uhhRAHHNTSCHHEEW!”
“Sir, switch with me,” I offered firmly. “I can drive us back to London. It’s not safe for you to continue in the state that you’re in. Besides, it’s the least I can do to repay my debt.”
His closed eye was still streaming as he grimaced a weak miserable nod at me. I then helped him scoot over to where I was sitting before plopping myself down in front of the handlebars.
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By the time we had left the heavy pollinated cotton grass hills behind us, I’d counted 8 wrenching sneezes from the male mouse resting against my back. The poor chap couldn’t seem to catch a break—his cotton grass allergy had him constantly either sneezing, coughing, or blowing his nose since the sunlight merged with the floating cotton spores.
Feeling a little concerned for my handsome friend, I decided to drive on until we reached the medical departments in Leicester, England. After picking up some allergy medicine from the hospital’s TrustMed pharmacy, I escorted the still afflicted manly mouse to a convenient cafe located a few blocks north.
Our waitress placed an ordered cup of tea down at our booth’s table for the big eared mouse (who currently had napkins clamped to his large nose—either fighting off another sneeze or trying to coax it out—I wasn’t really sure which). Along with medicine I bought a small thermometer, because his breathless sneezing had reddened his face to the point of elevating his temperature a bit.
“Ahh... huhh Ahh... hahhUHHGNSSSHHHEEW! Hahh... huhhAHHNTSSSHHHHEEW!”
A stream of profanity followed, and I had to keep myself from smiling; I surely didn’t want him to mistaken any amusement on my face being aimed towards his suffering sneezing fit.
“Bless you,” I said, sounding sympathetic and kind. “Have you finished?”
“Yes, finally,” he sighed with exhaustion. “I’m terribly sorry that you had to see me like that, Madam. Snfle. Ugguh.”
I smiled fondly at him as he rested his dizzy head on the table. After he exhaled another miserable groan, I leaned forward and kissed the top of his head. He reacted with a sharp shortened gasp, his eye widening in surprise before he raised his head up to stare at me.
“My reward to you...” I beamed happily. “...for saving me.” I then fished out a clean napkin and took out a pen. I quickly wrote down my phone number, then slid the napkin towards him. “And this...is your reward for looking so perfect.”
A wide grin spread across his goofy features, his teeth barely hiding themselves from his lips. “How lovely,” he mused dreamily. “I go out on another mission, and wind up courting a beautiful lady.”
A slow gurgling sound from underneath his side of the table caused him to flinch and blush from embarrassment. But I giggled politely.
“Well, I see that your allergy fit hasn’t lowered your appetite either,” I commented. “Shall we order some breakfast here before we resume the trip home?”
He nodded sheepishly at me. “I couldn’t say ‘No’ to that, Madam...”
“Mouse,” I introduced my identity to him finally. “My name is Shirakage Mouse.”
The daze in my nameless boyfriend’s eye deepened with infatuation. “So lovely...🥰😌”
I shook my head at his lovesick trance. “Well, aren’t you going to tell me your name, you silly handsome hunk?” I teased while poking two of my fingers to his forehead which snapped him back to reality.
“Ow.” He winced with a grimace. “Sorry. The name’s Mouse...Danger Mouse.”
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After stuffing ourselves with a hearty breakfast, Danger Mouse and I exited the cafe by 11 am. A cloudy sky had apparently claimed the sun while we were inside, and the temperature had lowered a bit again for this late spring day.
I involuntarily shivered from a sudden cold breeze until a warm weight of leather bundled itself around and on top of my shoulders. I realized that the leathered blanket was actually DM’s black biker jacket, and I glanced up at the caring agent’s stare.
“You seemed chilled, my Love,” he confessed through a grin. “Wear it until we’re back in London.”
I beamed even brighter as DM wrapped his right arm around me. I inhaled his manly scent through his short sleeved black T-shirt, enjoying the moment while we walked towards the motorcycle.
“But,” I looked up at the confident, smug like smirk of DM’s face. “Nezu-chan, aren’t you a bit cold without your jacket on too?” I asked him out of concern.
“Nope,” he bragged cockily and pumped out his bare fist before his face and chest. “I am Totes invulnerable to any temperature that eh the- huh ehh HuhihhNTshhhw! Ahh huhhngtSHHEEW!”
Two hefty sneezes ruined his triumphant attempt to impress me; yet it still left me laughing as I leaned closer to his side. “Bless you, Nezu-kun. I’m sorry. What were you saying about being invulnerable to again?” I teased and lightly poked at his side.
DM twitched stiffly from my touch and smothered a high pitched snicker into his hands. “Watch it, Shirakage, please,” he giggled adorably. “I’m a bit more ticklish in some places on my fur.”
I pursed my lips with a coy expression. “Hmm... Tempting.”
DM gave me an apprehensive look, and I averted my gaze away with a sheepish rub to the back of my black haired mouse head. “Forgive me, Danger Mouse-San,” I bowed to him politely. “I know that my intentions of asking you out so intimately in this manner may be too suddenly forward for you.”
Alas, DM took my hand into his and stared into my eyes. “My Dear, if you weren’t the objective of my mission, I would do more to you...but only if I received a mutual consent from you first.”
I laughed softly from the suave tone in his reply. “Now now, Secret Agent Mouse. I won’t just let you have your way with me until you tell me more about why the Grassy Red Iron Four went to the trouble of kidnapping me late into last night.”
“Hmm,” he pondered while smirking. “I’ll reveal everything to you as long as I’m driving us back again.”
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“The Grassy Red Iron Four have been notorious in threatening other Giraffe Warrior players online with death messages, every time they encounter opponents who seem to be better than them in digital battle. Their Usernames are: ‘Grassy Tin Crumbs’; ‘Snoopy Red Crab’; ‘Icky Iron Tux’ and ‘Happy Iron Mice’.
“Although most of their reported threats never went any further after their victims contacted the authorities, you, Shirakage Mouse, were the first to be physically kidnapped and almost nearly done in if I hadn’t been in on this case. Your Giraffe Warriors account had been locked into Battle mode with theirs for more than 3 months now. Apparently, your impulsive fancy to win all of the time has what caused those 4 blokes to snap and go to far this time.”
“And you’ve been investigating this threatening gang for the sake of innocent Giraffe Warrior players like me, DM-San?” I asked him over the motorcycle’s roar.
“Well, one of the four naughty lot, the salamander fellow who goes by the name, ‘Happy Iron Mice’, was a former student of mine through my Mouse Fu classes at Agent Academy.”
“Huh,” I hummed deeply to the side. “I didn’t know that they’d hold such a grudge against me like that. I wonder if I should feel sorry for them to some sort.”
“Well, you shouldn’t, Shirakage,” DM disagreed sternly. “You have no idea how furious I felt when I learned of my former student being among a lot of miscreants.”
I smiled from behind his shoulder. “Aww, you chivalrous gentleman. You were worried over a random pretty girl becoming your student’s victim.”
My cheeky teasing happened to make Said Mouse Agent’s shoulders to tense up with a flustered rigid ness in his posture. “Aww, and you’re blushing, aren’t you.😚” I teased even further.
“Madam, do cease your silly girlish giddiness, please,” he sighed nervously. “I’m a bit busy steering into traffic now.”
And with that said, we zoomed ever southward towards London. That is, until I heard Danger Mouse’s voice address me again more normally...and for some reason, the motorcycle engine grew deaf to my ears.
I’d also like to give a shout out to the 4 Danger Mouse: The Danger Games players: “Grassy Tin Crumbs”, “Snoopy Red Crab”, “Icky Iron Tux”, and “Happy Iron Mice” for handling their struggling eternal battle against my 3rd Danger Games account, “Flashy Tall Fox”. I’m sure it must be frustrating to any player who hasn’t been able to move on...if the system fails to unlock their cage races against recurring players like myself.
Chapter 18: The Turned On Fantasy Inside My Spaced Out Head
Picture the scene: I’m walking back to my flat in Baker Street, London after a long day at work. The night air was cool, but humid for late springtime. I usually didn’t mind traveling alone at night. But lately, I’ve been receiving threatening messages from at least 2 or 3 other Giraffe Warrior gamers online, who have been frustrated at me for beating them over and over again.
Still, I knew how to take care of myself. I didn’t train hard in multiple martial arts lessons with my cousin, Jeopardy Mouse for nothing, you know.
Sadly, however, it appeared that tonight wasn’t going to be a safe one for me in my neighborhood. I can sense two...no, three presences following me at this very moment.
My vigilant toes intensified, and I instinctively spun around to face whoever was lurking in the dark. I glared silently, waiting for them to show themselves. They probably knew that I was already onto them, cuz they finally appeared under the street light.
A tall beige colored cat in a trench coat on the left; a rusty red scaled bullfrog wearing a sports robe in the middle; and an ostrich in a white tank top on the right.
All three of them leered at me, giving off a sign of bad ass trouble coming my way. But I didn’t seem the least bit intimidated by their threat. I was ready to take them on if they wanted to start a fight.
What I wasn’t expecting...was a sudden 4th presence striking the back of my head. I had forgotten that there was a fourth person online sending me death threats. That was the last realization I made before my world went black.
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Fast forward in my pleasant daydream: I eventually regain consciousness after getting knocked out from my 4th attacker. The bare white furry skin of my forearms and face picked up the swift, scented breeze of the ocean; I must have been kidnapped and taken by those bastards all the way north to Scotland.
However, I couldn’t be certain if my assumption was right...because my chuckling kidnappers had taken the liberty of blindfolding me. In addition to my misfortune, my wrists were bound together behind my back as well as my ankles. Thankfully, I hadn’t been gagged.
But, Dammit...I’m about to be flung out of a frying pan and into a fire. I can smell the potent scent of these male Anthro furry thugs swarming around my vulnerable position. My back was trapped up against some sort of vehicle of theirs, most likely a motorcycle, judging by the detected textures of both metal and rubber touching my bare arms.
Shit. What good would deducing my unseen layout do for me right now!? The point is that I’m about to get badly screwed...in a non consensus fiendish way...!!
I curled myself in a pitiful ball, waiting for the four kidnappers to grab me.
Suddenly, I heard a 5th voice shout out a loud battlecry around us. Then the voices of my kidnappers turned their attention towards the newcomer. All they could do was cry out in surprise before a struggle took hold between them and the gang rape crasher.
In less than 5 seconds, my unknown savior had knocked my attackers out cold; not one painful groan was uttered from those bastards. And when the last defeated body hit the ground around me, I held my breath, wondering who had come all this way to help me.
I then sensed the stranger approaching me; his cologne reached my snout as I heard him kneel down to undo the bonds on my ankles and wrists. I waited for him to stand back on his feet again before I removed the blindfold from my eyes.
The first immediate sight that caught my notice was the bodies of the tall beige cat, the rusty red bullfrog, and ostrich. Laying unconscious next to them was their apparent 4th partner who knocked me out earlier: a plum colored salamander.
My attention then gazed upon the pair of bright red sneakers that housed the mysterious person who was standing in front of the blacked out goons. My gaze continued to rise past the blue denim jeans, red belt and yellow belt buckle, until it stopped at my savior’s upper body. He was wearing a bad ass, black leather jacket, and also sported a black T-shirt that featured an image of a Giraffe’s skull on the front. Definitely sexy.
Finally, my gaze rose to meet the male Anthro furry’s face. He was a white mouse with big ears, and yellowish amber right eye, and an eyepatch covering his left eye. He was also smirking confidently at me. My flustered face blushed even darker as he flashed his grinning teeth at me. I was too stunned to get up off the ground; he was just so handsome.
It was at that precise moment that sunrise began to seep above the sea’s Eastern horizon. The male white mouse suddenly flinched with an alarming grimace on his face. To add to my surprise, he swept me off my tailed ass and plopped me on the back end of one of the creeps’ motorcycles.
He then got on in front and handed me a spare helmet. I didn’t waste anytime strapping it on my head before encircling my arms around the mouse’s waist.
“Hold on tight, my Dear,” he instructed me gently. The motorcycle roared to life and we sped up southward down Scotland’s countryside.
“Thank you for saving me, Sir,” I yelled loudly over the motorcycle’s engine. “I’m very lucky that you were nearby. I thought no one would come to my rescue.”
“It wasn’t luck, Madam,” the handsome mouse replied angrily. “My colleagues and I have been investigating these particular Giraffe Warrior gamers for some time. These four individuals go by the gang name: ‘The Grassy Red Iron Four’.
“I just notified my fellow agents to apprehend those fiends where we’ve left them. And I’ll explain everything to you later once we return to London.”
His voice sounded serious with a hint of nervous urgency in his reply. He kept his eye on the road, but I noticed he would occasionally glance left towards the rising sun around the sea’s horizon. As I lay my head against his back, I also noticed the grassy cliffs and hills to our Said left were blooming with fluffy cotton grass.
The sun’s light was catching up to the coastline, and I heard the male mouse swear under his breath. “Dammit. I won’t make it in time.”
My eyes widened with worry. “Sir, what is it? Are those men coming after us!?”
“No, Madam,” he groaned irritably. “I, unfortunately, might have to deal with another annoying problem if the sunlight hits us.”
I laughed lightly. “What? You’re not a vampire, are you?” I joked amusingly at him.
“Of course not. But I’ll get a horrible, deep, burning sensation in my sinuses when the sunlight meets plant life. And I didn’t bring enough handkerchiefs with me.”
No sooner as he finished his sentence, the morning rays hit the grassy hilled cliffs, lighting up the gentle white fluff of cotton grass which were swaying in the breeze.
The mouse suddenly slammed on the brakes, and our vehicle came to a complete stop. When the motor died down, I witnessed him tilting his head back slightly, then heard his breath growing more shallow. He sniffled wetly as an unknown itch made his nose run.
I realized that my brave, handsome mouse seemed to be right on the verge of sneezing from an allergy in the cotton grass.
He gasped once, then twice before the prickle in his nose finally surged and he snapped forward, nearly hitting his head on the bike handles.
“Ahh huhhIHHH! Guh uhh! Ha... huhihhhGHSSSSHHEEW!” He then blindly pulled out a handkerchief, getting it to his large red snout just as another sneeze struck.
“RUHAHNGSHHHHEEW!” He blew his nose, but it seemed that it was more than his beleaguered nose would stand. “Ahhhh...huhAHHSNGSSHHHEEW! Huh uhhh uhhRAHHNTSCHHEEW!”
“Sir, switch with me,” I offered firmly. “I can drive us back to London. It’s not safe for you to continue in the state that you’re in. Besides, it’s the least I can do to repay my debt.”
His closed eye was still streaming as he grimaced a weak miserable nod at me. I then helped him scoot over to where I was sitting before plopping myself down in front of the handlebars.
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By the time we had left the heavy pollinated cotton grass hills behind us, I’d counted 8 wrenching sneezes from the male mouse resting against my back. The poor chap couldn’t seem to catch a break—his cotton grass allergy had him constantly either sneezing, coughing, or blowing his nose since the sunlight merged with the floating cotton spores.
Feeling a little concerned for my handsome friend, I decided to drive on until we reached the medical departments in Leicester, England. After picking up some allergy medicine from the hospital’s TrustMed pharmacy, I escorted the still afflicted manly mouse to a convenient cafe located a few blocks north.
Our waitress placed an ordered cup of tea down at our booth’s table for the big eared mouse (who currently had napkins clamped to his large nose—either fighting off another sneeze or trying to coax it out—I wasn’t really sure which). Along with medicine I bought a small thermometer, because his breathless sneezing had reddened his face to the point of elevating his temperature a bit.
“Ahh... huhh Ahh... hahhUHHGNSSSHHHEEW! Hahh... huhhAHHNTSSSHHHHEEW!”
A stream of profanity followed, and I had to keep myself from smiling; I surely didn’t want him to mistaken any amusement on my face being aimed towards his suffering sneezing fit.
“Bless you,” I said, sounding sympathetic and kind. “Have you finished?”
“Yes, finally,” he sighed with exhaustion. “I’m terribly sorry that you had to see me like that, Madam. Snfle. Ugguh.”
I smiled fondly at him as he rested his dizzy head on the table. After he exhaled another miserable groan, I leaned forward and kissed the top of his head. He reacted with a sharp shortened gasp, his eye widening in surprise before he raised his head up to stare at me.
“My reward to you...” I beamed happily. “...for saving me.” I then fished out a clean napkin and took out a pen. I quickly wrote down my phone number, then slid the napkin towards him. “And this...is your reward for looking so perfect.”
A wide grin spread across his goofy features, his teeth barely hiding themselves from his lips. “How lovely,” he mused dreamily. “I go out on another mission, and wind up courting a beautiful lady.”
A slow gurgling sound from underneath his side of the table caused him to flinch and blush from embarrassment. But I giggled politely.
“Well, I see that your allergy fit hasn’t lowered your appetite either,” I commented. “Shall we order some breakfast here before we resume the trip home?”
He nodded sheepishly at me. “I couldn’t say ‘No’ to that, Madam...”
“Mouse,” I introduced my identity to him finally. “My name is Shirakage Mouse.”
The daze in my nameless boyfriend’s eye deepened with infatuation. “So lovely...🥰😌”
I shook my head at his lovesick trance. “Well, aren’t you going to tell me your name, you silly handsome hunk?” I teased while poking two of my fingers to his forehead which snapped him back to reality.
“Ow.” He winced with a grimace. “Sorry. The name’s Mouse...Danger Mouse.”
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After stuffing ourselves with a hearty breakfast, Danger Mouse and I exited the cafe by 11 am. A cloudy sky had apparently claimed the sun while we were inside, and the temperature had lowered a bit again for this late spring day.
I involuntarily shivered from a sudden cold breeze until a warm weight of leather bundled itself around and on top of my shoulders. I realized that the leathered blanket was actually DM’s black biker jacket, and I glanced up at the caring agent’s stare.
“You seemed chilled, my Love,” he confessed through a grin. “Wear it until we’re back in London.”
I beamed even brighter as DM wrapped his right arm around me. I inhaled his manly scent through his short sleeved black T-shirt, enjoying the moment while we walked towards the motorcycle.
“But,” I looked up at the confident, smug like smirk of DM’s face. “Nezu-chan, aren’t you a bit cold without your jacket on too?” I asked him out of concern.
“Nope,” he bragged cockily and pumped out his bare fist before his face and chest. “I am Totes invulnerable to any temperature that eh the- huh ehh HuhihhNTshhhw! Ahh huhhngtSHHEEW!”
Two hefty sneezes ruined his triumphant attempt to impress me; yet it still left me laughing as I leaned closer to his side. “Bless you, Nezu-kun. I’m sorry. What were you saying about being invulnerable to again?” I teased and lightly poked at his side.
DM twitched stiffly from my touch and smothered a high pitched snicker into his hands. “Watch it, Shirakage, please,” he giggled adorably. “I’m a bit more ticklish in some places on my fur.”
I pursed my lips with a coy expression. “Hmm... Tempting.”
DM gave me an apprehensive look, and I averted my gaze away with a sheepish rub to the back of my black haired mouse head. “Forgive me, Danger Mouse-San,” I bowed to him politely. “I know that my intentions of asking you out so intimately in this manner may be too suddenly forward for you.”
Alas, DM took my hand into his and stared into my eyes. “My Dear, if you weren’t the objective of my mission, I would do more to you...but only if I received a mutual consent from you first.”
I laughed softly from the suave tone in his reply. “Now now, Secret Agent Mouse. I won’t just let you have your way with me until you tell me more about why the Grassy Red Iron Four went to the trouble of kidnapping me late into last night.”
“Hmm,” he pondered while smirking. “I’ll reveal everything to you as long as I’m driving us back again.”
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“The Grassy Red Iron Four have been notorious in threatening other Giraffe Warrior players online with death messages, every time they encounter opponents who seem to be better than them in digital battle. Their Usernames are: ‘Grassy Tin Crumbs’; ‘Snoopy Red Crab’; ‘Icky Iron Tux’ and ‘Happy Iron Mice’.
“Although most of their reported threats never went any further after their victims contacted the authorities, you, Shirakage Mouse, were the first to be physically kidnapped and almost nearly done in if I hadn’t been in on this case. Your Giraffe Warriors account had been locked into Battle mode with theirs for more than 3 months now. Apparently, your impulsive fancy to win all of the time has what caused those 4 blokes to snap and go to far this time.”
“And you’ve been investigating this threatening gang for the sake of innocent Giraffe Warrior players like me, DM-San?” I asked him over the motorcycle’s roar.
“Well, one of the four naughty lot, the salamander fellow who goes by the name, ‘Happy Iron Mice’, was a former student of mine through my Mouse Fu classes at Agent Academy.”
“Huh,” I hummed deeply to the side. “I didn’t know that they’d hold such a grudge against me like that. I wonder if I should feel sorry for them to some sort.”
“Well, you shouldn’t, Shirakage,” DM disagreed sternly. “You have no idea how furious I felt when I learned of my former student being among a lot of miscreants.”
I smiled from behind his shoulder. “Aww, you chivalrous gentleman. You were worried over a random pretty girl becoming your student’s victim.”
My cheeky teasing happened to make Said Mouse Agent’s shoulders to tense up with a flustered rigid ness in his posture. “Aww, and you’re blushing, aren’t you.😚” I teased even further.
“Madam, do cease your silly girlish giddiness, please,” he sighed nervously. “I’m a bit busy steering into traffic now.”
And with that said, we zoomed ever southward towards London. That is, until I heard Danger Mouse’s voice address me again more normally...and for some reason, the motorcycle engine grew deaf to my ears.
Category Story / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Mouse
Gender Multiple characters
Size 50 x 50px
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