(Here's something from my "Should I or Shouldn't I?" file.  Enjoy!)

    In the city of Tokyo, the acid rain fell in torrents, its population
was still vast, and the environmental pollution was terrible.  

    Also, there was a five to two female to male gender imbalance, which 
really messed things up for women seeking companionship.

    To make it worse, beginning in the year 2000, a lot of strange cases
began to occur.  People were horrified to learn that they were caused by
the Monsters which had begun to invade the earth. The police named this
series of cases "The Creatures' Trap." Now, they needed the organization
against it.  And so the Attacked Mystification Police Dept. was born. 

    It was the year 2027 ...


                               NOISY MOBIUS


    "Reports, reports, reports!" Katsumi Liqueur of the Attacked 
Mystification Police (or AMP) muttered as she stared balefully at the 
small mountain of paperwork on her desk.

    "Proper reporting of events is the key to any successful police 
investigation," the AMP's new commanding officer, Mana Isozaki, said in a 
lecturing tone, before disappearing into the elevator to go up to her 
office for the remainder of this story, because the author knew diddly 
about her.

    Katsumi stared at the elevator door, making faces and imitating Mana's 
tone for a few minutes, before letting out a great sigh.  "Well, I guess 
there's nothing to do but get to work on it."  Once again, she took pen in 
hand to do the unenviable task of keeping the AMP's files up to date.

    Time passed.

    "Aaagh!" she finally screamed.  "I can't take it any more!"

    "Wow, two seconds," Kiddy Phenil said, looking up at the clock.  She, 
Yuki Saiko, and Nami Yamigumo were gathered around Kiddy's desk shooting 
the breeze.  "I think that's some kind of a record for you, innit?"

    Katsumi glared at Kiddy as she stood up at her desk.  "I suppose 
you've got a betting pool on how long I last, don't you?  You find it 
funny, right?"

    "Yes to both."  Kiddy then turned to give a mock glare to Yuki.  "And 
someone keeps cleaning up.  I wonder why that is?"

    Yuki blinked innocently.

    "How come you don't have to fill out all this stuff?" Katsumi 
demanded, gesturing angrily at her paperwork.

    "We do," Nami replied calmly.  "We just did it when it was supposed to 
be done, instead of letting it pile up and pile up and pile --"

    "Oh, hell with it.  I've got to go take a shower ..." Katsumi 
muttered, walking away.

    "You know, I think Katsumi has been very tense lately.  I wonder why 
that is?" Nami wondered.  "It can't be healthy ..." [FORESHADOWING]

    Kiddy shrugged.  "It's probably because Chief Rally got herself
transferred upstairs before Katsumi got around to --"  Kiddy realized what
she was saying and stopped abruptly.

    Nami blinked.  "Got around to what?"

    Yuki frowned.  "Kiddy-san!  That's mean!  To assume that Katsumi-san 
was after her just because --" Yuki also stopped abruptly, her eyes 
swelling up to be as big as saucers.  "Wait a minute!  How did you know 
that she was --"

    Nami blinked.  "Know that she was what?"

    "How did *I* know?  How did *you* know?" Kiddy asked, aghast.

    Nami blinked.  "Why do I have the feeling that I'm missing out on 
parts of this conversation?"

    Kiddy and Yuki turned as one to stare in amazement at Nami.  "You mean 
that you didn't know?" they chorused.

    Nami closed her eyes, and resisted the impulse to open them 
immediately.  "Didn't know what?"

    Yuki opened her mouth to explain, and Kiddy cut her off.  "That 
Katsumi will jump anything with an X chromosone?"

    *Now* the eyes opened.

    "Kiddy-san!"

    "What?  It's true, isn't it?"

    "Yes, but you make her sound like a lecherous time-travelling 
historian or something!  She's not *that* --"

    "Wait a minute ..." Nami said slowly.  "Are you saying that you've 
both been ... intimate with Katsumi?"

    Nod nod.

    "But ... but that's against regulations ..." Nami said, confusedly.

    "Oh, well, that's my excuse.  I wasn't AMP at the time, and neither 
was she," Yuki said dismissively.

    Kiddy's eyes bulged.  "No way!  You mean that it was back when the two 
of you first met?  Back when Nami and me were following her around on the 
Chief's say-so?  Come on, tell us all about it!"

    "Uh, I'd rather not hear about it if you --" Nami said, entirely too 
late as Yuki began to tell.

<flashback to Katsumi and Yuki meeting, as depicted in Silent Mobius 2.  
Scripts available at: http://www-personal.umd.umich.edu/~smeg/esmintro.html
except that those don't show the two of them being naughty together,
which is what happens.>

    "I was so happy," Yuki sighed.  "At last I had someone to call 
`Dah-ling.'"

    "`Dah-ling'?" Kiddy asked.  Nami was too embarassed to say anything.

    "Yes, for some reason, I've always wanted to call my loved one 
`Dah-ling'.  It doesn't make any real sense, does it?"


    Meanwhile, at Rally Cheyenne's new office, a program that she had had 
Lebia begin years ago finally achieved its goal.  Rally stared at the 
computer screen intently.  "All right, Yuki Saiko," she muttered to 
herself.  "Let's see who the madmen who made you used as the initial 
models."

    Two files appeared on the screen, with two accompanying photographs.  
Rally stared at them.  "This makes no sense," she bit out.  "All right, I 
can understand why they'd use a Kasuga to produce a powerful psychic ... but
what was so special about this blonde dancer that they mixed his DNA with
hers to produce Yuki?  I don't get it ..."


    "Anyway," Yuki continued, "after a while ..."

<scene of Yuki realizing through psychic intuition that she's not really 
what Katsumi needs, so they break up just before joining the AMP, but 
remain firm friends>

    "And I think we always will be," Yuki concluded. [FORESHADOWING]

    "Well," Nami said, regaining control of her voice.  "Well.  Well.  
Well."  Not full control, obviously, but on her way.  "Well ... that's ... 
nice.  I guess."  She suddenly rounded on Kiddy.  "But you!  When we were 
stalking Katsumi, you acted as though you'd never even met her, let alone 
been ... er, intimate with her!"

    Kiddy stared at her.  "I hadn't.  What the hell are you talking 
about?"

    "Well, I mean, you wouldn't break regulations like that --"

    "Sure I would!  You wanna know what happened?"

    "Oh, yes!" Yuki replied.

    "Oh, no!" Nami replied.

    "Well, it was back when she was still living in my apartment."

<scene of cohabiting Katsumi and Kitty.  They get on each other's nerves 
like Olive and Florence.  (Oscar and Felix, to the older generation.  The 
Odd Couple?  Oy.)  Also, Kitty is still angsting over being seventy per 
cent cyborg.  Finally, Katsumi has had enough of the angst and decides to 
show Kitty that she still has those kind of feelings.  Some fairly rough 
naughtiness ensues.>

    Katsumi rested her head on Kitty's chest.  "It feels the same.  It's 
the same warmth," she said languidly.  "And I can hear the same sound."

    Kiddy laughed a bit.  "I *never* saw this coming."  She then became 
contemplative.  "Nami might've, though.  She told me that she sensed that 
the two of us had a strange kinship, or something like that, when we were 
chasing you around."

    Katsumi lifted her head to meet Kitty's eyes.  "Really?  Hm.  Maybe we 
were lovers in a former life or something."

    "Do you think?" Kiddy wondered.


    Millions of years ago ...

    "You want it?  Hah!  You can have it!"  The sound of a medal breaking.

    "Lufy ..."


    "Naaaaaaaaah," they chorused, and started to suck face again.

<more naughtiness>

    "Anyway, even though it ended when she moved out, I was glad that it 
happened ... because it made me realize that I could still have a *lot* of 
fun with Ralph, later."  Kiddy became contemplative for a moment.  "I 
think I'll always love her, in a way, though.  I'm not like you, Yuki ... 
to me, she'll always be closer than a friend."  [FORESHADOWING]  She
turned to Nami. "You seriously didn't know any of this?"

    Nami had fainted during Kiddy's account.

    "I guess not," Kiddy mused.

    They stared at the unconscious neat freak for a long second, before 
devilish grins (with horns and goatee) blossomed on their faces, and they 
moved to start undressing the priestess.

    A little while later, Nami slowly regained consciousness.  She looked 
around, and realized that she was alone in the office.  <Now where did 
they go after I -->

    It was then that she realized that something was wrong.  Nami looked 
down at herself and let out a horrified gasp.  She was ...

    DRESSED IN A REGULATION AMP UNIFORM!

    The scream echoed throughout Tokyo.


    Meanwhile, two cold and merciless eyes were watching a surveillance 
video tape of the session in the office.  Over and over a single section 
of the tape was played back.

    "-- probably because Chief Rally got herself transferred upstairs before 
Katsumi got around to --"

    "-- probably because Chief Rally got herself transferred upstairs before 
Katsumi got around to --"

    "-- probably because Chief Rally got herself transferred upstairs before 
Katsumi got around to --"

    The tape stopped.  There was silence.

    "Unforgivable.  Unforgivable.  Unforgivable!  She will *NOT* have her 
before *I* do, or my name's not Lebia Maverick!"

                             To Be Continued?

Author's Notes

    This is for Kristan Overstreet and Larry Mann.  It's all their fault,
after all ...<evil g>

    The FORESHADOWING bits make more sense if you know what's been going on
in the Silent Mobius manga, recently.

    Silent Mobius was created by Kia Asamiya, who would probably kill me 
for writing this, and brought to North America by Streamline and Viz 
Productions.  This story, while incorporating and making unwarranted 
assumptions about characters from a motion picture and magazine held under 
copyright by others, is copyright 1998 by Chris Davies.

    Nobody Sue Me Okay?

Chris Davies, Advocate for Darkness, Part-Time Champion of Light.
"Damn it all, how am I supposed to sit here and wallow in self-pity and
disgust with all this racket going on?" -- Yuusaku Godai, Maison Ikkoku.
http://www.ualberta.ca/~cdavies/hmpage.html