I warned you. That's all I have to say.


Lunatic Fringe Fanfic Productions is proud to present......

Another story of Bubblegum Crisis:


BGC: Flesh for Fantasy
by Mercutio

Copywrite 1998, Matthew Giglia.


Prologue: Reflections in Silk.

There comes a time in everybody's life when they kick back, take stock of
things, breath deeply, relax, and think 'How in HELL did I end up here?'

Sylia Stingray reached one of these important little milestones around one in
the morning on a Tuesday, while lying in bed.

*What am I going to do now?* she thought, staring out the window as she
reclined against the pillows. The lights of the city flickered back at her,
offering no answers. *I can't deny it now, that's for certain. After the first
time MAYBE, but I no longer have that option.*

She sighed, slipping down lower into the rumpled silk of her bed. *Maybe I'm
just a horrible, horrible person. This CAN'T be right... can it? I wish I
could talk about it with someone.*

A rueful smile spread across her face. *Feh. Look at me. I pride myself on my
calm, cool demeanor, and here I am worrying myself mad and wishing for a
shoulder to cry on. Problem is, it's precisely BECAUSE of that calm, cool
demeanor that I don't have anybody to talk to.*

It was true; she had no friends outside of her teammates, and for purposes of
morale she couldn't upset her leadership position by going to them for advice.
*God, I even think like an expository outline. Looks like I still have the
capacity to analyze things like that correctly, though. I wonder how, with my
personal life so fucked up.*

Besides, looking for a shoulder to cry on had been what'd gotten her into this
mess in the first place...

Going to the team would probably make things worse, anyway, Sylia thought
darkly. Nene would most likely die of shock before she finished her first
sentence, with Linna joining her soon after. Priss would probably give her one
of those weird, intense looks of she did so well before going out and causeing
some serious property damage.

*Can I really blame them? A month ago I would have been appaled at anybody who
suggested I'd be at this.... place... in my life.... now.* Oh, joy. Now she
couldn't even think it. Yeah, that was healthy. Sylia sighed andpunched the
bed softly in frustration.

The sleeping form nestled beside her stirred softly and awoke. A matted nest
of black hair poked it's way out from underneath the covers. "Neesan?" he
asked groggily.

Sylia drew his head near to rest on her shoulder. "It's all right, Mackie. Go
back to sleep."

Mackie nodded slightlly. "Suki da... neesan..." he said softly before falling
back into unconsciousness.

"I love you too, Mackie..." she whispered. Then she nestled deeper into the
bed and closed her own eyes.

She was definitly a horrible person. Oh, God, how in hell had she ended up
here?

-end prologue


You know, everybody TALKS about Sylia and Mackie, but nobody ever actually
DOES anything with them.

Until now.

This story is gonna have EVERYTHING, people: high drama, low comedy, quirky
therapists, image music (courtesy of Billy Idol) codependency (if I can make a
successful case for Sylia and Mackie being like that) non-canonical matchups
(DUH!) and of course, the whole illegal incest thing.

I'd like to take this moment to thank the two sickos who actually ASKED to
pre-read, Paul Cousins and Matthew Campbell. Matt's provided me with so much
advice and good ideas that he's practically co-authoring the thing.

I'd also like to thank Lara Bartram, both for laying the groundwork for this
type of story to be accepted, and for telling me what would and would not work
back when I first posted this idea (not that I listened). Her criticisms were
tough but fair.

C&C welcome. Flames not, but are probably inevitable.

-Mercutio
"A plague a both your houses!"