Garden of Madness

Story by WotanAnubis

TITLE: Garden of Madness

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

FANDOM: No More Heroes

DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING: 8/8

NOTE: Selfcest, or incesturbation, fics pose quite a number of problems to the writer. Like, for example, figuring out just what the hell the plural of 'Shinobu' might be.

Sequel to Life and Death

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Dr. Naomi, manufacturer of beam katanas for the discerning customer and part-time mad scientist, walked through one of the darker parts of her laboratory, followed by a thick patch of silence. She felt a bit like Orpheus, expect that the pale green light in front of her wasn't the outside world and the silence following her wasn't her lover.

Naomi had heard of Shinobu, or at least her reputation, before. For some reason, being an expert creator of tools devised for slicing people into very tiny bits had given her a working knowledge of Santa Destroy's criminal population (which was to say, its population). Shinobu, it seemed, was not one of those killers who killed because they liked it. This wasn't particularly comforting to Naomi. The insane, at least, could be counted on to let her live because they knew she'd soon come up with entirely new and interesting ways of helping others to an early grave. A sane girl like Shinobu, on the other hand, might decide not to let loose ends dangling after the job was done.

Too late for those concerns now, though. The job was done, after all.

"Here we are then," Naomi said, stopping in front of the ceiling-high tube that filled the lab with vague, sickly-green light.

Shinobu stepped in front of her and regarded the tube critically. Or, to be more precise, she regarded the person floating in its liquid critically.

Naomi wasn't really an expert when it came to cloning. Compared to her expertise in weaponry she was only a gifted amateur. However, she was the only one in Santa Destroy with any knowledge of the process so it was only reasonable that Shinobu had come to her for this job. She'd probably heard about her previous cloning work, done for some depraved college girl with a bloody baseball bat. Naomi had tried to forget about that particular job, but her occasional nightmares wouldn't let her.

"Are you sure this is an exact clone?" Shinobu asked, circling the tube.

"Yep. Exact in every detail," Naomi said.

"And she has my personality?"

"Almost."

Shinobu gave her a look that promised a quick death. "What do you mean by that?"

"I uploaded the memories and brain patterns you had last Saturday. It's Monday now," Naomi said.

"I see," Shinobu said. "Let her out."

"If you'd step away," Naomi said.

Shinobu obediently stepped behind her, keeping her hand loosely on the hilt of her katana. When Naomi punched a few buttons on a nearby console the liquid began draining from the cloning tube, taking the sickly light with and changing the green hermaphrodite inside into a black one. As the green light faded, the bright regular lights of the laboratory switched on one by one.

"What's with the light show?" Shinobu asked.

Naomi turned and gave her a smile. "It tends to impress customers."

"Hmm," said Shinobu, the lights apparantly forgotten as she focused all her attention to the figure drifting to the floor of the cloning tube.

When the last of the liquid had drained, the tube hissed open and the clone stepped out, blinking in the light. Naomi allowed herself a bit of a smug satisfaction. It really was a perfect clone of Shinobu, identical in every single way except one: the original Shinobu was wearing clothes.

Shinobu rushed past her and stood in front of her clone. The two girls looked at each other up and down and Naomi noticed how naked Shinobu's dick started thickening and rised considerably. No doubt clothed Shinobu's member did the same.

Naomi smiled. Perhaps the girl wasn't as sane as she'd thought.

"Hey," Shinobu said.

"Hey," Shinobu replied.

Naomi lifted her hand in front of her mouth in an effort not to laugh. There was actual affection in the girl's voice. In both their voices. It seemed unlikely the girls would kill her now. After all, it seemed Shinobu just couldn't get enough of herself.

"What day is it?" the clone asked.

"Monday."

"The 21st?"

Shinobu nodded.

"Only missing a day, then," Shinobu said. "I can live with that."

"Mmm," said Shinobu, reaching up to stroke her double's bare upper arm.

Naomi turned away when the girls kissed. Not because she was prudish or because she felt like she was intruding on a private moment, but because the sight of the two identical girls, one with a now totally hard, erect cock and one with a serious bulge in her skirt, showing such blatant, lustful affection for each other was far hotter than it had any right to be. She didn't mind getting sickened by her customer's... preferences... but she'd be damned if she allowed them to make her horny.

"I'll let you

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