Fusions That Should Never Be #VI: 
              FotNSCC
            This one is much, much shorter than my usual FTSNB. Sorry. I'd 
              say it's more spamfic in size, but it probably has earned the Fusion 
              That Should Never Be title to it because, well, it really is a fusion 
              that should never be. 
            Any and all C+C is appreciated. You can contact me at [sommert@connecttime.net] 
            Disclaimer: I do not own Yokohama Quiet Country Café or 
              the series it's been fused with. I'd like it to be a surprise, so 
              the real disclaimer is in the author's notes. 
             
            Morning had turned to early afternoon by the time Alpha had finished 
              setting up the café for business. A fuse had blown out just 
              as she started preparing things, and it had taken the better portion 
              of a half hour to track down the box the extras were stored in. 
              By the time she had replaced the fuse, precious time had been lost. 
              Working diligently — as though the human-looking robot worked 
              in any other way — the café was finally open. Now she 
              stood patiently by the counter waiting for her first customer of 
              the day. 
            Alpha had barely enough time to finish a cup of coffee when a rumble 
              declared her wait over. She could hear several separate engines, 
              very loud ones. A group of customers, then. She moved toward the 
              front of the dining area, a couple of meters from the doorway, to 
              greet her impending customers with a smile. 
            The door to the café flew inward, torn off its hinges. A 
              giant of a man, nearly seven feet tall, stood in the door frame. 
              It was obvious he had massive muscles, since he wore nothing under 
              his open leather vest. His tall bright pink and blue Mohawk haircut 
              was tall enough to scrape the doorway. Several other figures, every 
              bit as tall and muscular, hovered close behind him. 
            His piercing gaze looked down at the smaller Alpha and a wolfish 
              grin spread across his face. "Well, well, well. Look here, 
              boys. It's a babe just waiting for us." 
            Alpha continued smiling warmly at him. "Why, thank you. I'm 
              Alpha and I'll be your waitress this afternoon. However, before 
              I can seat you, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to reimburse 
              us for the door you destroyed." 
            The giant snarled. "A mouthy one, eh? I was going to treat 
              you nice and rape you, but if you're going to have that kind of 
              snotty attitude, I'm going to kill you instead." 
            Alpha's smile weakened slightly. "I'd advise against that. 
              I am programmed to defend myself." 
            "Defend against this!" The man brought out a huge hand 
              axe that had been hidden behind him, tucked in his waistband. He 
              swung it in a huge overhand arc, intent on splitting Alpha in two. 
            Alpha side-stepped the blow, allowing the axe to bury itself in 
              the café's wooden floorboards. She tapped the man on his 
              forehead with a single finger, then drew back. 
            The giant pulled his axe out of the ground. "Nimble bitch, 
              aren't you? Well I—" 
            "Oh, I hope I remembered to pick up extra bleach when I was 
              in town," Alpha said fretfully. 
            The man shivered in fury. "Pay attention! I'm going to kill—" 
              Again he was brought up short, this time by the area of the forehead 
              Alpha had touched swelling like a balloon. It continued growing 
              larger, the man crying out in animalistic pain. His cries ceased 
              as that area of his head exploded like a giant zit, sending out 
              blood, bone, and gore everywhere in a spray that covered everything. 
              Once the initial spray ended, his body collapsed limply to the ground. 
            Alpha turned to the others. "Now that that's taken care of, 
              can I take your orders? I recommend the house blend. I hand grind 
              it fresh myself everyday." 
            "Get her!" one of the others shouted. 
            Alpha sighed. "I was afraid you'd say that." 
             
            Business was slow, so the old man had decided to take a break from 
              working his garage/gas station and grab a cup of Alpha's coffee. 
              It was the best in all of Yokohama. He wandered into the café 
              and came to an abrupt halt, taking in the sight of blood and viscera 
              spread all over the place. Alpha stood in the center of it all, 
              dressed in an apron and covered nearly head-to-toe in blood as she 
              scrubbed the floors furiously. 
            "Morning, Alpha. I see you had company," the old man 
              said nonchalantly. 
            Alpha looked up from her work. "It's the third time this month. 
              I've had more gangs attack this place than customers looking for 
              a bite to eat." 
            The old man walked closer, finding a few oases free of gore on 
              the floor. "It's a good thing your café is at the outskirts 
              of town. I shudder to think of what would happen if any of these 
              psychotic thugs ever made it into town." 
            "I shudder to think of what's going to happen if I don't get 
              some customers that aren't trying to kill me, especially since those 
              ones usually end up wrecking the place." 
            The old man considered that. "Tell you what. I'll take the 
              bikes off your hands. I can get a good price for them. That should 
              cover the damage and leave you a little ahead. By the way, I think 
              you missed a spleen." 
            "Where?" 
            "Under that table there." 
            Alpha looked in the direction he was pointing. "That's a kidney. 
              Spleens are shaped differently and are darker in color." Alpha 
              stopped cleaning and sighed. "I hope Master Kenshiro finds 
              his girlfriend and gets back soon. Running the Fist of the North 
              Star Country Café is stressful, bloody work." 
              
             
            Author's notes: Yes, it's a Fist of the North Star / Yokohama Quiet 
              Country Café fusion. Hey, both series take place in a post 
              apocalyptic world where civilization isn't what it was. They both 
              center on characters on quests. One's just more… violent 
              than the other. Why, they're practically identical. I'm just glad 
              I managed to get the fusion done before anyone else grabbed the 
              idea. 
            Hokuto no Ken (Fist of the North Star) belongs to Tetsuo Hara, 
              Yoshiyuki Okamura (a.k.a. Bronson), Shonen Jump, Toei Animation, 
              Gutsoon Entertainment, Manga Video (dubbed), and Streamline Pictures 
              (subtitled). Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou belongs to Hitoshi Ashinano, 
              Kodansha, and Sony Music Entertainment. 
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