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Let me first apologize in advance for my writing. English is not my first language, and although I have made every attempt to make my stories comprehensible, the flaws in my abilities are fairly obvious. I have also never written any sort of a short story before, let alone a full-blown fanfic, so if my writing style (or lack thereof) is not to your liking, please let me know your thoughts and suggestions, and I will do my best to improve with each successive chapter.

My plan is to write this story in some of the "gaps" between various You're Under Arrest episodes, and likewise, the gaps in this story are filled in by the actual content from the series. So it naturally assumes the reader is somewhat familiar with the source material, despite the fact that certain elements have been changed to better fit the nature of a fanfic. Of course, I'm sure none of that information is necessary if you're here to simply sample the random sexual content that will likely be prevalent as the story goes on (probably starting around chapter 3 or 4).
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The following takes place after Season 1, File 2 - Tokyo Typhoon Rally

July - 1997

Miyuki's mini-patrol car sits in front of the Wakaba Preschool front gate, its damp exterior glistening in the morning sunshine. Inside the vehicle, Natsumi Tsujimoto and Miyuki Kobayakawa lay passed out in their reclined car seats, both exhausted from last night's wild events. It was only a few hours earlier that they had to deal with a everything from a reckless driver with a penchant for typhoons to delivering a pregnant cat to the only veterinary clinic that was still operating during the citywide blackout. As far as these two officers were concerned, they deserved to get a little bit of overtime as they slept, waiting for the preschool kids to arrive for their morning classes.

Sitting on Natsumi's lap was a decent-sized basket, along with a note telling the kids that a present for them was contained within. Of course, inside the basket was Chibi, a local stray cat, and the litter of kittens she had just given birth to the night before. Instead of dropping the kittens off at a shelter last night, the girls both agreed that Maho, Yuta, and the other children might want to adopt the felines. Sometime while they slept, the children did arrive and take the basket, marveling at what was inside.

Natsumi felt the sun hitting her eyelids as she slowly woke up. She was exhausted and sore, but in a different way from her normal hangover-induced headaches. Remembering that she and her partner had both fallen asleep in the patrol car, Natsumi leans over to and gives her a light rub of the shoulder. Miyuki slowly wakes up, her bright blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight. The two of them had been partners for only a few months, but there was a sense of comfort that Miyuki felt when she woke up with Natsumi by her side. Looking forward, the two of them see a multitude of colorful drawings taped to the windshield of the Honda Today, with a note saying things like "Miss Natsumi, Miss Miyuki, Thank You" hastily scribbled in crayon. Smiling, they both knew that one of the greatest pleasures in their line of work is to make the citizens of Tokyo happy, even the children at the local preschool. The two of them have a short laugh as they raise their seats and begin their trek back to the Bokuto police headquarters.

Of course, that warm and fuzzy feeling is sometimes short-lived.

"Honestly, those kids...!" Natsumi fumed as she tried to scrub the tape from the children's drawing off the windshield. Despite her best efforts, there was still a very visible film of paper and adhesive stuck to the glass. "Miyuki, this isn't coming off!"

"Look, just put some elbow grease into it.", Miyuki responded, as she continued to wash her prized police hatchback from the dirt and mud from last night's chase. "We'll clean her up even if it takes all day."

"Eek! No way!" Natsumi shrieked, as the Chief had already told them that they weren't able to go home until the vehicle was cleaned off. This was no doubt his little payback for the two of them catching some Z's on the taxpayers' dime. However, while Miyuki always enjoyed giving her precious vehicle a good washing, all Natsumi could think about was how good it would feel to soak her own body in a warm bath back home.

"Makes me wish that we just given the kittens to the vet to take care of" Natsumi half-heartedly joked.

Miyuki could tell that Natsumi wasn't serious in her remarks. This was, after all, the same cat that Natsumi saved by diving off her Motocompo on her first day at Bokuto station. Regardless, Miyuki gave her a light scolding for her comments as she wrung out her cloth into the soapy bucket below.

By the time that the car was almost fully cleaned, Natsumi had reached a level of boredom that she usually reserves for early-morning briefings at the station. At this point, she was looking for anything else to do in order to bring some excitement to her day, as washing the car paled in comparison to the night-long adrenaline rush they had both just experienced. She looked over at Miyuki, who was happily concentrating on getting the headlights of the vehicle to sparkle as they normally do. She had been partnered with Miyuki for over three months now, and despite their rocky start, the two of them had hit it off quite well over the course of the summer. However, Natsumi was still trying to figure out some of the little details of her new partner's personality, as she wasn't completely sure where all of Miyuki's tastes and boundaries were. Of course, that wouldn't stop Natsumi from pressing every button possible in an effort to find this out. She raised the hose up, intending to give Miyuki a light shower of water, as a playful way of saying that she was finished washing the car. Forgetting the power of her own strength, Natsumi pulled the trigger on the garden hose nozzle all the way down, letting loose a powerful jet of water that sent her partner flying back onto her own behind.

"Oh crap!" Natsumi thought as she was probably going to be without her human alarm clock for the next week because of this. She had better start working on an apology before Yoriko, the station gossip queen, began circulating rumors that the two partners were breaking up. Perhaps she could blame the nozzle for being faulty? "No, that's a dumb excuse, even by my standards," she thought.

"Natsumi!" yelled Miyuki, as she sat in a pool of water on the ground. Her shirt and vest were completely soaked, and now her skirt was getting equally wet from the puddle she sitting was in. If it weren't for the blue vest Miyuki wore as part of her uniform, the outline of her chest would've been fully visible through her soaked shirt, which would have given a minor peep show to the male officers hanging around the garage. Natsumi was rendered speechless by her actions as she still stammered to come up with an excuse for it, deciding to take a deep bow of apology instead. Before an excuse could even leave her lips, Miyuki started to giggle lightly. Natsumi raised her head slightly and a sense of relief filled her body as she realized that she had dodged a bullet with this one.

"I'm not quite sure if that was intentional or not" laughed Miyuki as she began to stand up, "but you'll certainly pay for that."

"Huh?" Still in a bowing position, Natsumi was still a little too shocked to realize that the contents of Miyuki's bucket were being hurled towards her, and she didn't have enough time to react before the soapy water drenched her entire body. A grin filled her face as she figured that Miyuki probably didn't realize that she was still holding the hose in her hand, finger on the trigger...

Five floors up, the Chief looked out the window with his squinty eyes, at the two young officers as they played like children at the park. He was glad that the two of them had become best friends in such a short amount of time, but their antics have led to a vast increase in the amount of paperwork the station has had to file due to their over-the-top antics. These girls usually got the job done, but their methods also had a tendency to cause more property damage than the higher-ups would like to see. Observing them play like this made him smile, ever so slightly. "They've had a long night, so he might as well send them home before they cause any actual chaos," he thought. "Samejima!" the Chief grunted.

The White Bike Trooper standing nearby, scuffed up helmet in-hand, responded with a sharp "Yes sir!"