El Hazard is the property of AIC and Pioneer LDC. "Oh My Goddess"
is the property of AnimEigo. This fic is a fusion of the two based
in the anime version of "Oh My Goddess." Hope you enjoy it. ^_^
Oh My Demon God! Part 1
Reflected Sunlight Off the Lunar Surface and Blossoms of the Cherry
Tree
Makoto Mizuhara picked the phone up from its cradle and spoke
into it. "Moshi moshi....Nope, I'm afraid she's out....And your
name? Okay, Mr. Akagi, I'll let her know you called." The phone
clicked dead, and the young college student replaced it in its
cradle. He sighed in boredom again.
"Dammit," he muttered, as he returned to the tedious, but
mundane task of rewiring the Science Club's latest science fair
submission. "I don't mind hanging out here and playing secretary,
but you'd at least think they'd leave me something to eat."
It didn't surprise him, actually. Shayla and Afura's departure
from the dorm was rather rushed. His red-haired sempai had merely
tossed a, "Go'in to the beach. Back later," before shutting the
door and disappearing. Now he was stuck here.
He heard his stomach growl. "Jeez. Well, Makoto, time for
food." He picked up a nearby phonebook and started running down the
list. He finally found a Chinese take-out place nearby and began
dialing. "Hello," he said as he heard someone pick up. "I'd
like..."
"I'm sorry. China Buffet has been closed down temporarily
for redecorating." It was obviously an answering machine. "Please
try again next wee..." Makoto put the phone down and started
dialing again.
"Taco Hut, don't let me down," he said. He growled as the
phone continued to ring. "Come on...All I want is food! Basic
sustenance! Is that too much to ask for!?" He slammed the phone
down and tried again. Someone on the other end picked up. "Hello!"
he said quickly. "Do you del..."
"Hello," a soft, musical voice greeted him. "You've reached
the Demon God Help Line. One of our Demon Gods will be with you
momentarily for a consultation."
"Wait, I just want..."
*Click.*
"Dammit..."
He tried dialing again. In his haste, he didn't notice a beam
of light descend from the skylight above. He continued dialing.
"Hello...Yes...No, I don't want to hear about the specials..."
From this light, a woman in a black, white, and violet outfit
descended from the sky, holding an odd staff in her hand that
crackled with purple energy.
"No, I *don't* want to pay with a credit card," Makoto was
weeping into the phone. "I just want something to eat."
"Hello?"
Makoto blinked and turned around to find a woman standing in
a shaft of light. She smiled at him.
Now, Makoto Mizuhara is not an unreasonable man, but he had
just seen a very unreasonable thing. So, he acted accordingly.
He screamed.
The phone fell from his hands as he sat there shaking. "Sir?"
the woman on the other end of the connection asked. "It's okay...
I'll send food! I promise! Just hang on!"
"Wh...Wh...Who are you?" he asked.
"This is Pizza Hut," the woman on the line said.
"My name is Ifurita, the Demon God," the woman said with a
gentle smile.
"Oh," Makoto said.
"Oh," the woman on the phone said.
"You have been chosen because you have a pure heart, Makoto
Mizuhara," the woman before him said. "You are entitled to a single
wish, whatever your heart's desire."
"Huh?!" Makoto asked.
"She said..." the Pizza Hut woman broke in...
Makoto hung up the phone and took a moment to study the woman
before him. She had a mane of soft, light purple hair. Her eyes
were kind and gentle. Her pale skin made her look ethereal, and
Makoto wondered if she was.
"Um..." was the best Makoto could do.
The woman laughed. "Please don't be frightened. I assure
you, I'm not here to harm you."
"Oh...Okay," Makoto said carefully. (This has to be some
kind of trick,) Makoto thought. (Demon Gods? Wishes?) An image
of Shayla and Afura popped up. He remembered their *last* prank on
him and the night in jail he spent because of it. (Of course,) he
thought. (They're probably video taping this entire thing, waiting
for me to make an ass out of myself. Just because I can't get a
girlfriend...)
"Why can't you get a girlfriend?" Ifurita suddenly asked.
Makoto blinked. "How did..." (No, it's just coincidence.)
"Well," he said, humoring her. "There aren't many girls who go for
Science Club geeks, ya know?"
Ifurita blinked in confusion. "You seem like a nice enough
boy."
"Yeah, well..." He coughed. "What about this wish thing?"
he asked, remembering that this was all a prank, and that this girl
was only pretending to be interested.
Ifurita brightened. "Anything you wish for will be granted."
"What if I wished to take over the world?" he asked.
Ifurita put her hand over her mouth as she giggled. "If you
were the type of man to make that kind of wish, I wouldn't be here."
"Hmmm...Okay...What to wish for...." He saw himself with
money, surrounded by women....Winning the Nobel Prize for
Physics....
He shook his head. What was he thinking? (Duh, Makoto! A
prank, remember?!) He grinned evilly. It was time to see how
far Shayla and Afura were willing to go. He pointed at Ifurita
and stated his wish...
"I wish for you to be my girlfriend...*FOREVER*!"
Ifurita blinked in shock. Makoto grinned in triumph.
"Okay, Shayla," he called out. "You can come out now..." His
eyes opened in shock as the room was bathed in a bright, white light.
"WHAT'S GOING ON!?" he screamed. As his eyes adjusted, he saw that
it was Ifurita's staff that was the source of the light. Her eyes
were closed as she looked up to the sky. A few moments later, there
was a flash of energy, then nothing.
Ifurita fell to the floor, unconscious.
"Oh, my god!" Makoto rushed to her side and gently cradled
her in his arms. "Are you okay?! Please! Speak to me!"
Ifurita's eyes opened, and she smiled up at him. "I'm happy
to announce that your wish has been approved and processed."
"Huh?!"
Her smile intensified. "We're going to be together forever!"
"WHAT?!"
It was at that moment that Shayla and Afura decided to make
their appearance.
"Hey, Mizuhara, we're back!" Shayla called as she entered
the room. "Any messa...." She stopped as she saw Makoto and a
strange woman in a rather intimate position on the floor of the
dorm.
Shayla's best friend, Afura Mann, entered a moment later. Her
eyes widened. "Whoa! Way to go, Makoto!" she said with a smile.
"Um...It's not what you think!?"
Shayla's hands clenched into fists at her sides. Afura blinked
as she heard a strange crunching noise. Her eyes widened again as
she realized the sound was coming from Shayla's mouth as she grit
her teeth. She had always known that Shayla had a thing for the
Science Club's youngest member...
"Uh...oh..." Afura said.
Makoto and Ifurita hit the sidewalk with grunts. Ifurita's
staff hit the ground in front of her with a loud *clang*! Makoto
rubbed his rump and looked up as Shayla deposited a box filled
with his belongings on the sidewalk.
"Shayla! What are you doing!?"
Shayla looked down at him hatefully. "Rule Number
Twenty-Three dash Seven!" she screamed. "No fraternizing in the
dorms! Immediate expulsion upon violation of this rule!"
"Fraternization!?" Makoto repeated in shock.
"YES!" Shayla shouted down at him, half in pain, half in
anger. "FRATERNIZATION! AS IN KISSING! AS IN MAKING OUT! AS IN
WILD, FREAKY SEX ON THE FLOOR OF YOUR ROOM!"
"WHAT?!" Makoto replied in shock. "What are you talking
about!"
"BEAT IT!" Shayla screamed, then marched back into the dorm.
Afura watched as she passed and turned back to the two. "Don't
worry, Makoto. She just needs awhile to calm down."
"Well, that's great, but what do I do in the meantime?"
Afura shrugged.
"You're a great help," Makoto told her.
"Don't worry, Makoto," Ifurita told him. "Things will work
out all right."
"I hope so, Ifurita. I hope so."
Makoto revved the tiny scooter he used to get around town on.
He looked up and saw Ifurita standing nearby, holding her staff.
They'd have to find a place to stay tonight, and Makoto's budget
wasn't exactly overflowing with excess funds. There was also one
other slight problem.
"Um, Ifurita?"
"Yes, Makoto?"
"Do you have a change of clothes or anything? I mean, I think
your clothes are beautiful, but they kind of draw attention, and
that's not something we need right now." He sounded sheepish.
"Of course. I understand," she told him. She closed her
eyes and concentrated. The two glass orbs on her staff began to
glow. There was a quick flash of light, and soon, Ifurita was
standing before him in a simple purple blouse and white slacks.
She twirled around once and smiled. "Is this better?" she asked
him.
Makoto just stared dumbly and nodded.
She grinned and started for the scooter. He pointed to her
staff. "Don't suppose there's any way you can hide that, is there?"
She frowned. "I'm afraid not. The staff is the source of
my powers. It's a part of me."
"Okay, well, hop on. We'd better get going."
Ifurita climbed onto the scooter behind Makoto, holding him
with her left hand and keeping a hold of her staff with the right.
The scooter sped off down the road.
Finding places to stay proved harder than Makoto had thought.
No one was going to take in two college students for the kind of
money Makoto had to offer. Well, there was that one muscular guy
with green hair who was willing to let Ifurita stay....but only
Ifurita.
They declined.
It was one in the morning that found the two sitting on a
park bench, taking a rest. Makoto handed her a soda, and she took
it gratefully.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, staring down at her lap. "I
know I must be a terrible burden."
"You're not a burden, Ifurita," Makoto said supportively.
"Most guys would kill for a girlfriend like you."
She smiled. "Thank you, Makoto. I'm sorry you got expelled
from your dorm."
"Don't worry about that. I'm sure as soon as Shayla calms
down, she'll let me back in."
"How long will that take?" she asked.
"Sixty three years," Makoto said seriously, without missing
a beat.
Ifurita began to giggle. This giggle transmuted into a full
fit of laughter only a few seconds later. Makoto smiled. She
had a nice laugh. She wiped a few tears from her eyes.
"Well," she said, "Shouldn't we go?"
"Yeah," he said. "We still have a few places to check out."
"So what's it like being a Demon God?" Makoto asked as the
scooter zipped down the dark, rainy Shininome street.
"Well, it's wonderful. I set my own hours, and I get to
grant the fondest wishes of people who really deserve it. It's
very rewarding work."
"I bet it is."
"What about you?" she asked him. "What is it like?"
He laughed. "Me? I'm just a poor college student trying to
get a degree. Nothing special."
"Everyone's special in some way, Makoto."
"I guess so." He turned back to say something else, but as
he did, she screamed. He looked forward again to see that an
overpass had collapsed, blocking the road with huge chunks of
cement. He screamed and fumbled with the brake.
Before the scooter could come to a stop, Ifurita was raising
her staff. The orbs glowed a bright purple. She cried out and a
ray of light shot from the end of the staff and struck the concrete
with a humongous explosion. Makoto screamed as the scooter, its
brakes locked, skidded across the wet road through the cloud of
smoke Ifurita's blast had created....
Only to appear unharmed on the other side. The scooter
finally stopped, and he looked back to find a melted hole where
the concrete used to be. "Oh my god," he said. He felt Ifurita
slump against him from behind. "Ifurita! Are you okay?!"
She looked up at him with tired eyes. "I'm fine, Makoto.
Just a little weak."
"We should get you to a hospital!"
"No, it's all right," she told him. "I think I know of
somewhere we can go. It's not far from here."
"Okay," he said, deeply troubled. "Which way?"
"Left."
As Makoto drove, Ifurita gave him directions, her voice
steadily weakening. They managed to reach their destination just
as Ifurita passed out. Makoto carried up the steps into an old,
abandoned temple.
"I hope no one minds that we're in here," he said to
himself as he gently laid Ifurita on the floor. She looked as if
she were in nothing more terrible than a sound sleep. Makoto took
off his jacket and placed it over her so she would be warm.
"I hope you're okay," he whispered, not knowing what else
to do.
As he watched her sleep, he sneezed. He didn't feel well at
all. He was cold. He shivered as his eyes closed of their own
accord. Without realizing it, he passed out.
Ifurita awoke as the sun rose above the temple. She sat up
and noticed the leather jacket covering her. She smiled and turned
to where Makoto was lying. She blinked in surprise. He was very
pale. He moaned in his sleep.
"Makoto?" she asked. She reached out and touched his
forehead. She gasped. He was burning up. She knelt next to him
and raised her key staff. She closed her eyes and channeled her
powers through the staff. The orbs on the staff glowed, and she
reached out, touching Makoto's chest with her bare hand. His body
was suffused with a warm glow as Ifurita's powers took hold of him.
Almost immediately, the color returned to his cheeks. He smiled
in his sleep.
She opened her eyes and smiled, removing her hand from his
chest. Makoto rolled over, fast asleep. She rose to her feet
and stepped out into the yard. The temple they were in was old
and dilapidated. She ran her finger along the banister as she
walked down the steps.
"This should do nicely," she commented to herself. She
raised the key staff and channeled her powers into it. A beam of
light shot into the sky. A wave of life seemed to spread out from
her. The grass turned green, the wood's lustre returned, and the
flowers in the nearby cherry trees began to bloom. Soon, she was
standing next to a temple that looked well maintained.
She looked around and smiled. "Perfect."
"Wow," Makoto said from the porch. Ifurita looked up and
smiled. "You've been busy."
"How do you feel?" she asked him.
"Much better, thank you." He took another look around.
"What exactly did you do to this place?"
She smiled again. "I have wonderful news. We can stay
here."
"Huh?" he asked.
She nodded.
"But...how..."
"Makoto," she said, stepping towards him. "Trust me. Now
that we're together, the universe itself will see to it that we're
never separated."
He smiled at her. "That's great."
Makoto placed the last box in the center of the living room.
"Well, that's all of it," he said. He looked up at her. "We might
have a place to live, but we're going to need some money before
long. I have a little, but it won't last long."
"I'm sure something will come up," she told him.
"Something" took the form of a knock on the door. Makoto
blinked. "Odd. I didn't tell anyone we were here, did you?"
Ifurita shook her head. Makoto went to answer the door. As he
opened it, something leapt forward and hugged him.
"MAKOTO CHAN!!"
He cried out in surprise. "Huh?! NANAMI!?"
"Who is it, Makoto?" Ifurita asked, entering the hallway.
She saw Nanami hugging him and blinked.
Nanami looked over Makoto's shoulder at Ifurita and blinked
back. "Hey, Makoto chan, who is that woman?"
Ifurita put on a smile and stepped forward. "I'm Ifurita."
"Yeah, um...Ifurita is my girlfriend...heh heh..." Makoto
added.
Nanami frowned and released him. "I see." She brightened
as she looked around. "Wow! Nice place! How'd you land this?!"
"Um..." Makoto floundered for an answer.
Ifurita came to his rescue. "Old friends of the family are
letting us live here."
"Great! Then can I ask you a teeny weeny itty bitty favor,
Makoto chan?"
"Um....Sure?"
"Can I stay here?"
"HUH!?"
"I'm sorry," Ifurita said, "But what did you say your name
was?" The barest hint of annoyance was creeping into her voice.
"Oh!" their new houseguest said. "I'm Nanami..."
"She's an old friend of my sister's..." Makoto began.
Nanami took his arm. "And Makoto's."
"I see," Ifurita said. Makoto looked sheepish.
"Anyway, Makoto," Nanami continued, "I'll pay rent. I don't
expect any favors. I'm going to be studying culinary arts at
Shininome Tech this semester, and I need a place nearby, and I
*hate* dorms, so I figured this would be perfect!"
Makoto blinked. "Hey, how did you know I was living here,
anyway?"
Nanami giggled. "I was passing by here when I saw your
scooter out front. Who else would drive a scooter with an infrared
scanner on the handlebars?"
"Oh..."
"So, is it okay?"
Makoto looked back to Ifurita, who simply shrugged. "I
don't know, Nanami...I mean..."
Nanami pulled out a large wad of bills. "I can pay you six
month's rent right now..."
"We'd love to have you here!" Makoto finished with a smile.
"Here, let me help you with your stuff!"
"Great!" Nanami said with a grin. Makoto grabbed her bags,
and she followed him inside. As she passed Ifurita, she stopped
and turned to the demon god. Ifurita blinked in confusion. Nanami
just glared for a moment before turning away with a "Hmmph!" She
followed Makoto inside.
Ifurita sighed and turned to follow.
"Hey, Mizuhara!"
Ifurita paused and turned. She saw Shayla and Afura walking
up the path towards her. Makoto rejoined her a second later. He
brightened when he saw the two girls.
"Shayla! Afura! Hi!"
The two members of the Science Club walked up to the front
door and stopped.
"Go ahead, Shayla," Afura prompted.
Shayla looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry," she said
quietly. "I lost my temper. I shouldn't have thrown you out
like that."
"Aw, Shayla, it's okay," Makoto told her understandingly.
"Really?" the red-head asked.
"Yeah. Of course it is."
"Great!" Shayla said in relief. "We'll help you get your
stuff and move you back in..."
"That's okay. We're just about done moving in here."
Shayla and Afura blinked in shock. "You mean you're moving
in here permanently?" Afura asked. Shayla's eyes were wide in
shock.
"That's right," Makoto said. "So you don't have to worry."
"You...You...You..." Shayla stuttered. "You mean....You're
moving in here....with *her*?!" She pointed at Ifurita, who looked
just as beautiful as she did last night.
"Um....Yeah?"
Afura took a cautious step away from her friend, who looked
dazed. Shayla grit her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut, and rolled
her fingers up into angry, shaking fists.
Suddenly, she was running down the street, screaming in
frustration.
The rest of them watched her go. "What's with her?" Makoto
asked.
Afura sighed. "It's a girl thing, Makoto. Here, let me help
you move in."
One of the things Makoto had learned early on in his first
year at Shininome Tech was that if you put Shayla and Afura in a
room big enough to hold more than six people...
You'll soon have a party on your hands.
That's basically what happened. Afura helped them move in,
and suggested a small, tasteful get-together to celebrate.
An hour later, the police showed up.
Three members of the Science Club were arrested....again...
and Makoto and Ifurita were warned that next time there would be
a citation.
Makoto sat on the back steps as the party continued inside.
He looked up at the sky and sighed. The last couple of days had
been hectic, but he was still glad they turned out the way they
had. He felt someone sit down next to him and turned to find
Ifurita sitting beside him.
She smiled at him and rested against him. Makoto felt
himself blush, but found the courage to put his arm around her and
hold her a little closer. Ifurita's eyes opened in pleasant
surprise, but closed again as she rested against him.
Author's Notes:
Well, I hope you enjoyed this first part. I'm already working on
part 2. Just to specify, the Ifurita here is from the first OAV
of El Hazard. I thought I'd mention that since there are three
Ifurita's. ^^
Send C&C to Davner at doscher009@hotmail.com
is the property of AnimEigo. This fic is a fusion of the two based
in the anime version of "Oh My Goddess." Hope you enjoy it. ^_^
Oh My Demon God! Part 1
Reflected Sunlight Off the Lunar Surface and Blossoms of the Cherry
Tree
Makoto Mizuhara picked the phone up from its cradle and spoke
into it. "Moshi moshi....Nope, I'm afraid she's out....And your
name? Okay, Mr. Akagi, I'll let her know you called." The phone
clicked dead, and the young college student replaced it in its
cradle. He sighed in boredom again.
"Dammit," he muttered, as he returned to the tedious, but
mundane task of rewiring the Science Club's latest science fair
submission. "I don't mind hanging out here and playing secretary,
but you'd at least think they'd leave me something to eat."
It didn't surprise him, actually. Shayla and Afura's departure
from the dorm was rather rushed. His red-haired sempai had merely
tossed a, "Go'in to the beach. Back later," before shutting the
door and disappearing. Now he was stuck here.
He heard his stomach growl. "Jeez. Well, Makoto, time for
food." He picked up a nearby phonebook and started running down the
list. He finally found a Chinese take-out place nearby and began
dialing. "Hello," he said as he heard someone pick up. "I'd
like..."
"I'm sorry. China Buffet has been closed down temporarily
for redecorating." It was obviously an answering machine. "Please
try again next wee..." Makoto put the phone down and started
dialing again.
"Taco Hut, don't let me down," he said. He growled as the
phone continued to ring. "Come on...All I want is food! Basic
sustenance! Is that too much to ask for!?" He slammed the phone
down and tried again. Someone on the other end picked up. "Hello!"
he said quickly. "Do you del..."
"Hello," a soft, musical voice greeted him. "You've reached
the Demon God Help Line. One of our Demon Gods will be with you
momentarily for a consultation."
"Wait, I just want..."
*Click.*
"Dammit..."
He tried dialing again. In his haste, he didn't notice a beam
of light descend from the skylight above. He continued dialing.
"Hello...Yes...No, I don't want to hear about the specials..."
From this light, a woman in a black, white, and violet outfit
descended from the sky, holding an odd staff in her hand that
crackled with purple energy.
"No, I *don't* want to pay with a credit card," Makoto was
weeping into the phone. "I just want something to eat."
"Hello?"
Makoto blinked and turned around to find a woman standing in
a shaft of light. She smiled at him.
Now, Makoto Mizuhara is not an unreasonable man, but he had
just seen a very unreasonable thing. So, he acted accordingly.
He screamed.
The phone fell from his hands as he sat there shaking. "Sir?"
the woman on the other end of the connection asked. "It's okay...
I'll send food! I promise! Just hang on!"
"Wh...Wh...Who are you?" he asked.
"This is Pizza Hut," the woman on the line said.
"My name is Ifurita, the Demon God," the woman said with a
gentle smile.
"Oh," Makoto said.
"Oh," the woman on the phone said.
"You have been chosen because you have a pure heart, Makoto
Mizuhara," the woman before him said. "You are entitled to a single
wish, whatever your heart's desire."
"Huh?!" Makoto asked.
"She said..." the Pizza Hut woman broke in...
Makoto hung up the phone and took a moment to study the woman
before him. She had a mane of soft, light purple hair. Her eyes
were kind and gentle. Her pale skin made her look ethereal, and
Makoto wondered if she was.
"Um..." was the best Makoto could do.
The woman laughed. "Please don't be frightened. I assure
you, I'm not here to harm you."
"Oh...Okay," Makoto said carefully. (This has to be some
kind of trick,) Makoto thought. (Demon Gods? Wishes?) An image
of Shayla and Afura popped up. He remembered their *last* prank on
him and the night in jail he spent because of it. (Of course,) he
thought. (They're probably video taping this entire thing, waiting
for me to make an ass out of myself. Just because I can't get a
girlfriend...)
"Why can't you get a girlfriend?" Ifurita suddenly asked.
Makoto blinked. "How did..." (No, it's just coincidence.)
"Well," he said, humoring her. "There aren't many girls who go for
Science Club geeks, ya know?"
Ifurita blinked in confusion. "You seem like a nice enough
boy."
"Yeah, well..." He coughed. "What about this wish thing?"
he asked, remembering that this was all a prank, and that this girl
was only pretending to be interested.
Ifurita brightened. "Anything you wish for will be granted."
"What if I wished to take over the world?" he asked.
Ifurita put her hand over her mouth as she giggled. "If you
were the type of man to make that kind of wish, I wouldn't be here."
"Hmmm...Okay...What to wish for...." He saw himself with
money, surrounded by women....Winning the Nobel Prize for
Physics....
He shook his head. What was he thinking? (Duh, Makoto! A
prank, remember?!) He grinned evilly. It was time to see how
far Shayla and Afura were willing to go. He pointed at Ifurita
and stated his wish...
"I wish for you to be my girlfriend...*FOREVER*!"
Ifurita blinked in shock. Makoto grinned in triumph.
"Okay, Shayla," he called out. "You can come out now..." His
eyes opened in shock as the room was bathed in a bright, white light.
"WHAT'S GOING ON!?" he screamed. As his eyes adjusted, he saw that
it was Ifurita's staff that was the source of the light. Her eyes
were closed as she looked up to the sky. A few moments later, there
was a flash of energy, then nothing.
Ifurita fell to the floor, unconscious.
"Oh, my god!" Makoto rushed to her side and gently cradled
her in his arms. "Are you okay?! Please! Speak to me!"
Ifurita's eyes opened, and she smiled up at him. "I'm happy
to announce that your wish has been approved and processed."
"Huh?!"
Her smile intensified. "We're going to be together forever!"
"WHAT?!"
It was at that moment that Shayla and Afura decided to make
their appearance.
"Hey, Mizuhara, we're back!" Shayla called as she entered
the room. "Any messa...." She stopped as she saw Makoto and a
strange woman in a rather intimate position on the floor of the
dorm.
Shayla's best friend, Afura Mann, entered a moment later. Her
eyes widened. "Whoa! Way to go, Makoto!" she said with a smile.
"Um...It's not what you think!?"
Shayla's hands clenched into fists at her sides. Afura blinked
as she heard a strange crunching noise. Her eyes widened again as
she realized the sound was coming from Shayla's mouth as she grit
her teeth. She had always known that Shayla had a thing for the
Science Club's youngest member...
"Uh...oh..." Afura said.
Makoto and Ifurita hit the sidewalk with grunts. Ifurita's
staff hit the ground in front of her with a loud *clang*! Makoto
rubbed his rump and looked up as Shayla deposited a box filled
with his belongings on the sidewalk.
"Shayla! What are you doing!?"
Shayla looked down at him hatefully. "Rule Number
Twenty-Three dash Seven!" she screamed. "No fraternizing in the
dorms! Immediate expulsion upon violation of this rule!"
"Fraternization!?" Makoto repeated in shock.
"YES!" Shayla shouted down at him, half in pain, half in
anger. "FRATERNIZATION! AS IN KISSING! AS IN MAKING OUT! AS IN
WILD, FREAKY SEX ON THE FLOOR OF YOUR ROOM!"
"WHAT?!" Makoto replied in shock. "What are you talking
about!"
"BEAT IT!" Shayla screamed, then marched back into the dorm.
Afura watched as she passed and turned back to the two. "Don't
worry, Makoto. She just needs awhile to calm down."
"Well, that's great, but what do I do in the meantime?"
Afura shrugged.
"You're a great help," Makoto told her.
"Don't worry, Makoto," Ifurita told him. "Things will work
out all right."
"I hope so, Ifurita. I hope so."
Makoto revved the tiny scooter he used to get around town on.
He looked up and saw Ifurita standing nearby, holding her staff.
They'd have to find a place to stay tonight, and Makoto's budget
wasn't exactly overflowing with excess funds. There was also one
other slight problem.
"Um, Ifurita?"
"Yes, Makoto?"
"Do you have a change of clothes or anything? I mean, I think
your clothes are beautiful, but they kind of draw attention, and
that's not something we need right now." He sounded sheepish.
"Of course. I understand," she told him. She closed her
eyes and concentrated. The two glass orbs on her staff began to
glow. There was a quick flash of light, and soon, Ifurita was
standing before him in a simple purple blouse and white slacks.
She twirled around once and smiled. "Is this better?" she asked
him.
Makoto just stared dumbly and nodded.
She grinned and started for the scooter. He pointed to her
staff. "Don't suppose there's any way you can hide that, is there?"
She frowned. "I'm afraid not. The staff is the source of
my powers. It's a part of me."
"Okay, well, hop on. We'd better get going."
Ifurita climbed onto the scooter behind Makoto, holding him
with her left hand and keeping a hold of her staff with the right.
The scooter sped off down the road.
Finding places to stay proved harder than Makoto had thought.
No one was going to take in two college students for the kind of
money Makoto had to offer. Well, there was that one muscular guy
with green hair who was willing to let Ifurita stay....but only
Ifurita.
They declined.
It was one in the morning that found the two sitting on a
park bench, taking a rest. Makoto handed her a soda, and she took
it gratefully.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, staring down at her lap. "I
know I must be a terrible burden."
"You're not a burden, Ifurita," Makoto said supportively.
"Most guys would kill for a girlfriend like you."
She smiled. "Thank you, Makoto. I'm sorry you got expelled
from your dorm."
"Don't worry about that. I'm sure as soon as Shayla calms
down, she'll let me back in."
"How long will that take?" she asked.
"Sixty three years," Makoto said seriously, without missing
a beat.
Ifurita began to giggle. This giggle transmuted into a full
fit of laughter only a few seconds later. Makoto smiled. She
had a nice laugh. She wiped a few tears from her eyes.
"Well," she said, "Shouldn't we go?"
"Yeah," he said. "We still have a few places to check out."
"So what's it like being a Demon God?" Makoto asked as the
scooter zipped down the dark, rainy Shininome street.
"Well, it's wonderful. I set my own hours, and I get to
grant the fondest wishes of people who really deserve it. It's
very rewarding work."
"I bet it is."
"What about you?" she asked him. "What is it like?"
He laughed. "Me? I'm just a poor college student trying to
get a degree. Nothing special."
"Everyone's special in some way, Makoto."
"I guess so." He turned back to say something else, but as
he did, she screamed. He looked forward again to see that an
overpass had collapsed, blocking the road with huge chunks of
cement. He screamed and fumbled with the brake.
Before the scooter could come to a stop, Ifurita was raising
her staff. The orbs glowed a bright purple. She cried out and a
ray of light shot from the end of the staff and struck the concrete
with a humongous explosion. Makoto screamed as the scooter, its
brakes locked, skidded across the wet road through the cloud of
smoke Ifurita's blast had created....
Only to appear unharmed on the other side. The scooter
finally stopped, and he looked back to find a melted hole where
the concrete used to be. "Oh my god," he said. He felt Ifurita
slump against him from behind. "Ifurita! Are you okay?!"
She looked up at him with tired eyes. "I'm fine, Makoto.
Just a little weak."
"We should get you to a hospital!"
"No, it's all right," she told him. "I think I know of
somewhere we can go. It's not far from here."
"Okay," he said, deeply troubled. "Which way?"
"Left."
As Makoto drove, Ifurita gave him directions, her voice
steadily weakening. They managed to reach their destination just
as Ifurita passed out. Makoto carried up the steps into an old,
abandoned temple.
"I hope no one minds that we're in here," he said to
himself as he gently laid Ifurita on the floor. She looked as if
she were in nothing more terrible than a sound sleep. Makoto took
off his jacket and placed it over her so she would be warm.
"I hope you're okay," he whispered, not knowing what else
to do.
As he watched her sleep, he sneezed. He didn't feel well at
all. He was cold. He shivered as his eyes closed of their own
accord. Without realizing it, he passed out.
Ifurita awoke as the sun rose above the temple. She sat up
and noticed the leather jacket covering her. She smiled and turned
to where Makoto was lying. She blinked in surprise. He was very
pale. He moaned in his sleep.
"Makoto?" she asked. She reached out and touched his
forehead. She gasped. He was burning up. She knelt next to him
and raised her key staff. She closed her eyes and channeled her
powers through the staff. The orbs on the staff glowed, and she
reached out, touching Makoto's chest with her bare hand. His body
was suffused with a warm glow as Ifurita's powers took hold of him.
Almost immediately, the color returned to his cheeks. He smiled
in his sleep.
She opened her eyes and smiled, removing her hand from his
chest. Makoto rolled over, fast asleep. She rose to her feet
and stepped out into the yard. The temple they were in was old
and dilapidated. She ran her finger along the banister as she
walked down the steps.
"This should do nicely," she commented to herself. She
raised the key staff and channeled her powers into it. A beam of
light shot into the sky. A wave of life seemed to spread out from
her. The grass turned green, the wood's lustre returned, and the
flowers in the nearby cherry trees began to bloom. Soon, she was
standing next to a temple that looked well maintained.
She looked around and smiled. "Perfect."
"Wow," Makoto said from the porch. Ifurita looked up and
smiled. "You've been busy."
"How do you feel?" she asked him.
"Much better, thank you." He took another look around.
"What exactly did you do to this place?"
She smiled again. "I have wonderful news. We can stay
here."
"Huh?" he asked.
She nodded.
"But...how..."
"Makoto," she said, stepping towards him. "Trust me. Now
that we're together, the universe itself will see to it that we're
never separated."
He smiled at her. "That's great."
Makoto placed the last box in the center of the living room.
"Well, that's all of it," he said. He looked up at her. "We might
have a place to live, but we're going to need some money before
long. I have a little, but it won't last long."
"I'm sure something will come up," she told him.
"Something" took the form of a knock on the door. Makoto
blinked. "Odd. I didn't tell anyone we were here, did you?"
Ifurita shook her head. Makoto went to answer the door. As he
opened it, something leapt forward and hugged him.
"MAKOTO CHAN!!"
He cried out in surprise. "Huh?! NANAMI!?"
"Who is it, Makoto?" Ifurita asked, entering the hallway.
She saw Nanami hugging him and blinked.
Nanami looked over Makoto's shoulder at Ifurita and blinked
back. "Hey, Makoto chan, who is that woman?"
Ifurita put on a smile and stepped forward. "I'm Ifurita."
"Yeah, um...Ifurita is my girlfriend...heh heh..." Makoto
added.
Nanami frowned and released him. "I see." She brightened
as she looked around. "Wow! Nice place! How'd you land this?!"
"Um..." Makoto floundered for an answer.
Ifurita came to his rescue. "Old friends of the family are
letting us live here."
"Great! Then can I ask you a teeny weeny itty bitty favor,
Makoto chan?"
"Um....Sure?"
"Can I stay here?"
"HUH!?"
"I'm sorry," Ifurita said, "But what did you say your name
was?" The barest hint of annoyance was creeping into her voice.
"Oh!" their new houseguest said. "I'm Nanami..."
"She's an old friend of my sister's..." Makoto began.
Nanami took his arm. "And Makoto's."
"I see," Ifurita said. Makoto looked sheepish.
"Anyway, Makoto," Nanami continued, "I'll pay rent. I don't
expect any favors. I'm going to be studying culinary arts at
Shininome Tech this semester, and I need a place nearby, and I
*hate* dorms, so I figured this would be perfect!"
Makoto blinked. "Hey, how did you know I was living here,
anyway?"
Nanami giggled. "I was passing by here when I saw your
scooter out front. Who else would drive a scooter with an infrared
scanner on the handlebars?"
"Oh..."
"So, is it okay?"
Makoto looked back to Ifurita, who simply shrugged. "I
don't know, Nanami...I mean..."
Nanami pulled out a large wad of bills. "I can pay you six
month's rent right now..."
"We'd love to have you here!" Makoto finished with a smile.
"Here, let me help you with your stuff!"
"Great!" Nanami said with a grin. Makoto grabbed her bags,
and she followed him inside. As she passed Ifurita, she stopped
and turned to the demon god. Ifurita blinked in confusion. Nanami
just glared for a moment before turning away with a "Hmmph!" She
followed Makoto inside.
Ifurita sighed and turned to follow.
"Hey, Mizuhara!"
Ifurita paused and turned. She saw Shayla and Afura walking
up the path towards her. Makoto rejoined her a second later. He
brightened when he saw the two girls.
"Shayla! Afura! Hi!"
The two members of the Science Club walked up to the front
door and stopped.
"Go ahead, Shayla," Afura prompted.
Shayla looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry," she said
quietly. "I lost my temper. I shouldn't have thrown you out
like that."
"Aw, Shayla, it's okay," Makoto told her understandingly.
"Really?" the red-head asked.
"Yeah. Of course it is."
"Great!" Shayla said in relief. "We'll help you get your
stuff and move you back in..."
"That's okay. We're just about done moving in here."
Shayla and Afura blinked in shock. "You mean you're moving
in here permanently?" Afura asked. Shayla's eyes were wide in
shock.
"That's right," Makoto said. "So you don't have to worry."
"You...You...You..." Shayla stuttered. "You mean....You're
moving in here....with *her*?!" She pointed at Ifurita, who looked
just as beautiful as she did last night.
"Um....Yeah?"
Afura took a cautious step away from her friend, who looked
dazed. Shayla grit her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut, and rolled
her fingers up into angry, shaking fists.
Suddenly, she was running down the street, screaming in
frustration.
The rest of them watched her go. "What's with her?" Makoto
asked.
Afura sighed. "It's a girl thing, Makoto. Here, let me help
you move in."
One of the things Makoto had learned early on in his first
year at Shininome Tech was that if you put Shayla and Afura in a
room big enough to hold more than six people...
You'll soon have a party on your hands.
That's basically what happened. Afura helped them move in,
and suggested a small, tasteful get-together to celebrate.
An hour later, the police showed up.
Three members of the Science Club were arrested....again...
and Makoto and Ifurita were warned that next time there would be
a citation.
Makoto sat on the back steps as the party continued inside.
He looked up at the sky and sighed. The last couple of days had
been hectic, but he was still glad they turned out the way they
had. He felt someone sit down next to him and turned to find
Ifurita sitting beside him.
She smiled at him and rested against him. Makoto felt
himself blush, but found the courage to put his arm around her and
hold her a little closer. Ifurita's eyes opened in pleasant
surprise, but closed again as she rested against him.
Author's Notes:
Well, I hope you enjoyed this first part. I'm already working on
part 2. Just to specify, the Ifurita here is from the first OAV
of El Hazard. I thought I'd mention that since there are three
Ifurita's. ^^
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