(Excel Sage) To kill a mangaka
An Excel Sage Fanfic
By Paul D Wright
Disclaimers: Nothing is owned, all is borrowed.
The secret organization ACROSS. Prefecture F, city F.
Inside, a girl ran down long corridors singing "ACROSS will take over the city.."
Her name was Excel, age 19. No arrests, no record.
she jumped down long corridors, met her partner in crime, Hyatt, who coughed up blood on
Excel's freshly cleaned outfit, and went to see her leader, the head of ACROSS, Il Palaza,
currently practicing his Blofeld routine.
"Not, MEEESTAH Bond... Now, MEESTAR BAND.. No, no.. NOW, MEESTAHHH
BAAHND..."
"HI, Il PALAZA-SAMA!!"
"Excel, what have I said about knocking?"
"Sorry, but I just wanted so much to get this assignment over with, that I just couldn't wait to
get in here, your wonderful presence..."
Nabeshin practiced martial arts moves, flinging his arms around, jumping up, slicing the air with
a katana, throwing KI blast around, and finally, standing there, letting a glow envelope him.
His Afro glowed with a yellow light, and he flashed fire, and stood there, a figure coiled in yellow
light.
A figure stood, roasting a hot dog on a stick in his aura.
"It's ready, Nabeshin!"
"Hmmm... Lunch!!"
Il Palaza sighed. For an hour, Excel had stood there, babbling, barely letting him get a word in
edgewise. He wiped his brow, and tried again.
"You assignment, Excel.."
"YES SIR, Il Palaza-sama, I, Excel, shall, for the greater glory of ACROSS..."
"Is to assassinate the manga artist Rikudo Koshi.."
A study, in the town of F, prefecture F.
A figure sat huddled over a paper design, humming a disrespectful ditty about manga artist.
The doorbell rang.
"Who is it," the man yelled, pausing momentarily in his work.
A voice behind the door said, "Plumber!"
"Nothing wrong with the plumbing!" He shouted back.
"Oh.. um, Repairperson!"
"Nothing is broken here!"
A pause. The artist started to go back to his work, when the voice said:
"Candygram!"
That got him off his work, and to the door. Opining it wide revealed a young girl, with blond
hair, a space look. She bound in, held a sword at his throaght.
"For your crimes against nature, you shall be punished!! I, Excel of the Across, shall be the one to
smite thee!! You shall feel my blade, and your blood will.."
He jumped back, pausing.
"Don't I know you, young lady?"
She looked deflated, said:
"Idiot! I'm your creation, Rikudo Koshi. Excel, of the manga of the same name! Jeeze, if you.."
"Oh yeah. Just checking. Alright then, young lady, let's get this over with!"
Excel adopted a pose, holding the sword in her left hand, flat, her right hand guiding it's blade at
the manga creators heart.
"Ha!" he said, "Like your stolen move will harm me! GIVE ME THE POWER!!"
He reached for his trousers. Excel looked surprised.
From them, he drew a sword from his crotch.
"To REVOLUTIONIZE THE Place!! I HAVE THE POWER!!"
"So, does that make you the Rose Baka?" she said.
The great Will of the Universe looked around.
"I hate when company comes over and doesn't clean up."
Pedro sighed.
"It's even worse when they bring guests," he said.
"Yeah. Still, at least we got the roast done. Flame-head was good for something."
"Still.. wished he's have shut up about revenge."
"And who was that Strange guy, anyway?"
"For that, I shall not forgive you!!" Rikudo yelled, "Prepare yourself!"
He charged her, she brought the sword up, a clash of sound and fury.
Another pass, same result.
A small white dog sat in her cage, reading a book titled FAMOUS ESCAPE ARTIST.
She then proceeded to pick the lock of the cage, and run out.
Hyatt appeared, looked over the scene. Blood shot out of her mouth, she wiped it off,
said:
"Looks like Menchi's escaped again."
Rikudo paused. He stood there, eyeing young Excel, in way none to pleasing way.
He thrust the sword back into his pants, quite near his crotch.
"Alright, then. With this technique, you will perish!"
He put a hand over the handle of the sword, and stood there.
Excel sweatdropped, said: "You sure that's what you wanna do?"
"Shut up and attack!" Rikudo said. She shrugged, did that stance again, leapt at him.
He suddenly pulled the sword out, blocked her attack with a force, and they leaped to
opposite corners. He smirked.
Excel noticed the blade of his weapon was glistening, dropping in scarlet slivers...
Uh, oh, she thought.
Rikudo felt the wet hit his hand, looked at the blade, screamed like a girl.
He fell to his knees, said (In a high, squeaky voice), "Help me, Excel.."
She winced, pulled the blade up, swung it down, let the scarlet arc of it's passing replace the
artist's head. She sighed.
"Oh, well.. that's ONE perverted Manga artist done. I Hope Il Palaza is pleased with me."
A starry look in her eyes.
"Oh, Il Palaza... I carried out the mission as you commanded, just for you, I think you'll be
proud, and let me do what I can for you, and be yours, and..."
this week's experiment: To be decided.
Do to an accident, all my stories were deleted, so here are the reloads.
And if you all don't like it, well, too bad.
Comments? Let me know, eh?
dimstyle@webtv.com
dimstyle@yahoo.com
An Excel Sage Fanfic
By Paul D Wright
Disclaimers: Nothing is owned, all is borrowed.
The secret organization ACROSS. Prefecture F, city F.
Inside, a girl ran down long corridors singing "ACROSS will take over the city.."
Her name was Excel, age 19. No arrests, no record.
she jumped down long corridors, met her partner in crime, Hyatt, who coughed up blood on
Excel's freshly cleaned outfit, and went to see her leader, the head of ACROSS, Il Palaza,
currently practicing his Blofeld routine.
"Not, MEEESTAH Bond... Now, MEESTAR BAND.. No, no.. NOW, MEESTAHHH
BAAHND..."
"HI, Il PALAZA-SAMA!!"
"Excel, what have I said about knocking?"
"Sorry, but I just wanted so much to get this assignment over with, that I just couldn't wait to
get in here, your wonderful presence..."
Nabeshin practiced martial arts moves, flinging his arms around, jumping up, slicing the air with
a katana, throwing KI blast around, and finally, standing there, letting a glow envelope him.
His Afro glowed with a yellow light, and he flashed fire, and stood there, a figure coiled in yellow
light.
A figure stood, roasting a hot dog on a stick in his aura.
"It's ready, Nabeshin!"
"Hmmm... Lunch!!"
Il Palaza sighed. For an hour, Excel had stood there, babbling, barely letting him get a word in
edgewise. He wiped his brow, and tried again.
"You assignment, Excel.."
"YES SIR, Il Palaza-sama, I, Excel, shall, for the greater glory of ACROSS..."
"Is to assassinate the manga artist Rikudo Koshi.."
A study, in the town of F, prefecture F.
A figure sat huddled over a paper design, humming a disrespectful ditty about manga artist.
The doorbell rang.
"Who is it," the man yelled, pausing momentarily in his work.
A voice behind the door said, "Plumber!"
"Nothing wrong with the plumbing!" He shouted back.
"Oh.. um, Repairperson!"
"Nothing is broken here!"
A pause. The artist started to go back to his work, when the voice said:
"Candygram!"
That got him off his work, and to the door. Opining it wide revealed a young girl, with blond
hair, a space look. She bound in, held a sword at his throaght.
"For your crimes against nature, you shall be punished!! I, Excel of the Across, shall be the one to
smite thee!! You shall feel my blade, and your blood will.."
He jumped back, pausing.
"Don't I know you, young lady?"
She looked deflated, said:
"Idiot! I'm your creation, Rikudo Koshi. Excel, of the manga of the same name! Jeeze, if you.."
"Oh yeah. Just checking. Alright then, young lady, let's get this over with!"
Excel adopted a pose, holding the sword in her left hand, flat, her right hand guiding it's blade at
the manga creators heart.
"Ha!" he said, "Like your stolen move will harm me! GIVE ME THE POWER!!"
He reached for his trousers. Excel looked surprised.
From them, he drew a sword from his crotch.
"To REVOLUTIONIZE THE Place!! I HAVE THE POWER!!"
"So, does that make you the Rose Baka?" she said.
The great Will of the Universe looked around.
"I hate when company comes over and doesn't clean up."
Pedro sighed.
"It's even worse when they bring guests," he said.
"Yeah. Still, at least we got the roast done. Flame-head was good for something."
"Still.. wished he's have shut up about revenge."
"And who was that Strange guy, anyway?"
"For that, I shall not forgive you!!" Rikudo yelled, "Prepare yourself!"
He charged her, she brought the sword up, a clash of sound and fury.
Another pass, same result.
A small white dog sat in her cage, reading a book titled FAMOUS ESCAPE ARTIST.
She then proceeded to pick the lock of the cage, and run out.
Hyatt appeared, looked over the scene. Blood shot out of her mouth, she wiped it off,
said:
"Looks like Menchi's escaped again."
Rikudo paused. He stood there, eyeing young Excel, in way none to pleasing way.
He thrust the sword back into his pants, quite near his crotch.
"Alright, then. With this technique, you will perish!"
He put a hand over the handle of the sword, and stood there.
Excel sweatdropped, said: "You sure that's what you wanna do?"
"Shut up and attack!" Rikudo said. She shrugged, did that stance again, leapt at him.
He suddenly pulled the sword out, blocked her attack with a force, and they leaped to
opposite corners. He smirked.
Excel noticed the blade of his weapon was glistening, dropping in scarlet slivers...
Uh, oh, she thought.
Rikudo felt the wet hit his hand, looked at the blade, screamed like a girl.
He fell to his knees, said (In a high, squeaky voice), "Help me, Excel.."
She winced, pulled the blade up, swung it down, let the scarlet arc of it's passing replace the
artist's head. She sighed.
"Oh, well.. that's ONE perverted Manga artist done. I Hope Il Palaza is pleased with me."
A starry look in her eyes.
"Oh, Il Palaza... I carried out the mission as you commanded, just for you, I think you'll be
proud, and let me do what I can for you, and be yours, and..."
this week's experiment: To be decided.
Do to an accident, all my stories were deleted, so here are the reloads.
And if you all don't like it, well, too bad.
Comments? Let me know, eh?
dimstyle@webtv.com
dimstyle@yahoo.com