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>We gotta run!!!
The door to 'not gay, but very feminine' castle closes behind Miharu- who slaps herself in the face lightly. Then, hard. Otherwise, she won't be able to keep whatever happened up there- and why- out of her mind,
because it's time to run.
The streets of Fukushima Ward aren't as crowded as those of Umeda, the second heart of Osaka. But... jumping from roof to roof, as Magical Girls are wont to do, it's still too risky without any sort of trick. Miharu doesn't have one. If she has it, she doesn't know it. Thus, she runs at runs at magical speed, and tackles people at magical speed too.
Ӝ Miharu: Sorry!
Ӝ Miharu: Excuse me!
Ӝ Miharu: Ups!
It keeps happening. Does she slow down? No. She speeds up. Dad and Dad will be worried until she gets back, so Miharu is sure that everyone else would forgive her for taking her chances.
Except maybe that guy with the box full of lemons.
Lemon Man: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Ӝ Miharu: I'm sorry...!
By the time Miharu finishes that sentence the man is far enough to not hear the end of it. Miharu feels bad, sure, but she can feel bad /and/ be fast like Sonic, so why not.
That, until a patrol car stops right in front of her, and Miharu realizes that most of what Sonic does is highly illegal. The window in front of her sinks into the door of the car; behind it, a black, bald man with a second chin is gauging her face.
Then he smiles.
Black Cop: Aight, come in.
Ӝ Miharu: What, no, I'm sorry, It's just, gotta go, ok bye!
Black Cop: Nah, don't break the law, don't make me work, come in.
Baring her teeth as she glances at the medal on his uniform, Miharu considers the possibility that the main character of her story (herself) has fucked up. But when the back door opens, she just slides in, slowly, like a living slime. The ride starts. No words are spoken. Magical Girl or not, Miharu's heart is pounding fast as she considers far too many possibilities and all at once: she's getting kidnapped, she's getting framed, she's going to jail, she'll have to hit a cop, etc etc etc. After all, how many fantasy stories start with the hero getting dragged in a blue car while shouting 'I DIDN'T DO NUFFIN'?
Black Cop: Aight, here we are.
Miharu blinks: it's her house! She hadn't been in that car for a minute yet! But, the worst is yet to come. The policeman steps out of the car, knocks on the door with the Mexican Goku graffiti, and, as if they had been waiting right behind that door all night long, Dad and Dad open it from behind.
Black Cop: Look what I found, eh!
And Dad & Dad both lose like ten pounds each from air alone.
Black Dad: Oh my god... she's ok!
White Dad doesn't even talk.
