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Notes: Yes, just like the predecessor, this story will be getting revised and expanded.

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FURI KUKI: THE REVENGE OF RAHARU, THE EARTH IN DEEP POO (v2)

Sequel to The Return of Atomsk

Written by the infamous Ultima Tech, Ltd.

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Chapter One, Part A: 'Tis the Season

It was a bright, warm, and beautiful summer day. School was no longer in session. Not that it mattered for a certain couple. For the last month of school prior to break, neither one of them attended!

Nandaba Naota was sprawled out on the sofa. His significant other, Ninamori Eri, clamped to his side. On the floor beneath them were several discarded bottles of sake.

The young woman hiccuped in the middle of her drunken slur, "I shink we... HIC... sould lay off sa alcohol."

The boy nodded. "Yeah, don't want it to become a habit or anything." Of course, it sort of was a habit for him already. 'And I'm trying to break my habit as it is.' He inquired, "what did the pregnancy test show?"

"Negatif."

Much to his surprise, Eri, though she struggled, raised to her feet and lifted up her USSR shirt. "Looksh like we haf to try again." Next, her pink lingerie bra. Now she was left in nothing but her blue denim coochie cutters.

Naota's eyes widened. "Uh, we're in the living room, where everyone will see us. Maybe you should lay down in my room until you sober up." Because he was more or less an alcoholic, he was merely buzzed, opposed to her being utterly intoxicated. 'Now that I think of it, this is pretty damn sexy.'

The woman disagreed. "Nonshenshe. We lof eashother, sho we souldn't care what othersh tink of ush." She pulled the boys shirt and rubbed her hands against his chest. "Mmm, I shee you'fe been working out." Eri leaned down to stick her tongue in the boy's mouth.

Truth be told, he never worked out. The only reason for his ripped appearance was because of the partial power of Atomsk that he inherited. 'I think Eri is a better kisser when she's drunk!'

Nandaba Kamon entered the living room from the kitchen. Upon gazing at his son and Eri, more so Eri's bare and so very succulent breasts, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief. The image did not go away. The scene switched to Manga-style as Kamon entered the dining area, where Nandaba Tasuku was sit at the head of the table, Nandaba Shigekuni on the opposite end. "Shigekuni-san! Tasuku-kun! The kids are doing it... in the living room!"

Shigekuni grinned a massive grin. "Fooly Cooly all over the place!"

The middle-aged man could not contain his sanity as he jumped around like a crazed little schoolgirl. "Fooly Cooly! Fooly Cooly! I must have Fooly Cooly too!"

Tasuku sat back, downing some vodka mixed with orange juice. 'Danger; circle jerk imminent. Must leave at once to avoid mental scarring!' He did just that as he finished up his drink. The scenery then reverted back to animation.

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Tasuku walked around town aimlessly. Indeed, the man was afraid of withering away into what both his father and grandfather already have: senile, horny, old men. He shuddered at the thought of being like them. Upon remembering his younger days, he realized, 'this place hasn't changed much. Come to think of it, neither have I, minus the riches, the fame, and the power I have attained.'

He though about his brother and his significant other. 'Damn, that girl might only be fifteen, but I'd hit that for sure.' The man couldn't help but notice how close they were. How much in love they were. It made him green with envy that he couldn't have something like they did. The only girl who ever gave him that kind of pleasure would surely never welcome him with open arms again. Heck, he wouldn't even have the pleasure of gazing upon her ethereal beauty once again, in his mind she would probably never return to this part of the globe...

...Or would she?

When he walked by the Cafe Bleu, something caught his eye. There was a photo shoot going on for some magazine. What caught his eye was the person surrounded by a crowd of rabid fans, each wanting an autograph from this... this photographer. An amazingly sexy photographer at that. One that Tasuku knew all too well. "Mamimi!"

That voice is one that continuously rang in Samejima Mamimi's mind for years. She was frozen stiff, her eyes widened with fear and anguish. 'Why does he still live within my thoughts?' She slowly shifted her face to her left. This man she saw, it couldn't be Tasuku. It was just a memory, just a projection of what he probably is today. 'Oh Kami-sama, I'm still obsessing over him, the one who left me.' She muttered out loud, "Tasuku-sempai."

The crowd noticed her unearthly gaze. Their heads shifted to the insanely built man standing no more than fifteen feet away.

"Mamimi. It's been a while, eh?"

The woman could clearly see this was not fantasy. "Tasuku-sempai!"

She ran through the crowed and catapulted herself into the man's strong arms. Mamimi squeezed him for all she was worth, making him groan from the pressure.

Tasuku could hear her sniffles and set her down. "Are you okay?" He showed genuine concern for the woman.

Mamimi nodded. "I'm just really happy, that's all."

Tasuka smirked. "Why is that?"

"Because... I've finally found you." Mamimi, though in tears, for the first time...in a long time, smiled without forcing it.

Then it hit him, a large ki bomb of guilt. "D-do you still like me?"

Her smile remained. "Of course. You're the only one I want."

Tasuku scorned himself internally. 'I'm such a fucking loser! All this time, she has been obsessing over me while I cheated on her, practically screwing a different girl every week or so.'

Mamimi stated, "Tasuku, I'll be staying here for the next week at the Ritz Carlton high rise beach resort."

"Uh, nice place, I bet."

"Come with me," she offered, "let's catch up on old times."

Mamimi took Tasuku's hand in hers, leading him to her 1999 BMW M5 Supercharged V-12 Custom with a metallica black finish, ultra bright florescent headlights, and spinning rims.

The man tried not to show his uneasiness. "N-nice wheels."

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In a high-rise condo looking over the beach, a man with red hair, sideburns, synthetic eyebrows, and clad in his Neon Genesis Evangelion boxers patterned with a berserk Unit 01 sat next to a sliding door. This door was labeled restroom. "Kitsu, you done yet?"

"Oh yeah, I'm done," she replied from the other side.

The door slide open, revealing a smiling Kitsurubami in tight, black lingerie panties and bra. She held a pregnancy test stick. "You were right, wearing two condoms and taking birth control pills really does help. We've done it at least a hundred times this past month, and guess what?"

The man beamed. "You're not pregnant!"

She replied, "Hell yeah I'm not!"

He threw his right first into the air victoriously. "Thank Buddha!"

The ganguro woman agreed. "Well, I'm feeling confident." She unfastened her bra, revealing her soft orbs of flesh. "Let's go have sex on the balcony, where everyone can see us!"

The site of Kitsu's voluptuous form made Amarao crazy. "Indecent Fooly Cooly exposure time!"

End Chapter One, Part A.

Sup all? Haruhara Haruko here. Next time, lust is in the air, but not for long. Hopefully they are enjoying themselves because I'm gonna crash the party and make them regret the day they came into existence! Let's face facts: Neither Ta-kun nor his stupid muscle head brother are a match for me. Watch as I torture them, watch how they squirm in agony, all the while praying for a quick death! Don't miss the action on THE REVENGE OF RAHARU, The Earth in Deep Poo Chapter Two: Days of Suffering!

Notes: Notice this is Chapter One Part A? Yes, there will be a Chapter One Part B, but it is a hentai side story that will not be available on FFN. Mua ha ha ha ha ha!