Chapter 1

"We should be joining them, now" said Aigis, as she stroked her friend's dark blue hair. The two of them agreed to meet with their other friends on the day of the graduation ceremony, which was currently underway in the school below. Although she knew she had promised to join them, she couldn't help but to stay on the rooftop with her hero's head on her lap, as she stared into the Eastern Sun with a teary smile.

"We have all been through much this school year," announced Mitsuru to the entire student body. As student council president, she held the responsibility of giving the speech at the graduation ceremony. "As many of you know, my father passed away due to sudden illness." She stopped. "Sudden… illness…" The crowd started muttering to itself, because in Japanese culture, that is exactly what you should do after someone repeats the phrase "sudden illness." "Sudden illness. Sudden illness. Sudden illness. Sudden illness. Sudden illness. Sudden illness. Sudden illness. Sudden illness. Sudden illness. Sudden illness. Sudden illness. Sudden illness." This lasted for a bit over an hour and a half. The muttering continued, only now it was at the volume of a nearby foghorn. The audience sounded as if it would've instantly torn a goat into shreds had you thrown it one (this was quite appropriate, because that is exactly what it was doing). Mitsuru suddenly awoke from her trance with a china-shattering scream. She ripped off her top, letting her two breasts breathe the fresh air. "THAT'S RIGHT," Mitsuru cried, "I REMEMBER." At this moment, Yukari felt something click in the back of her mind.

"That's right," she whispered with a smile. "I remember, too." Yukari stood up and ripped off her shirt, letting her two breasts breath the fresh air.

"Hey, you," cried one of the supervisors. "Sit down." She didn't sit down. Now was no time to sit.

Akihiko saw this, looked back at Mitsuru, and then smiled confidently as he rose to his feet. "Yeah, I remember, too! He stood up and ripped off his shirt, letting his two breasts breath the fresh air.

Fuuka watched her friends with thought, and then decided to join them. "Yeah, me too," she declared, as she ripped off her shirt, letting her seven breasts breath the fresh air. "

"I'm serious, cut that out" said all the supervisors simultaneously. By this time, they were ready to mercilessly supervise any ruffian who dared to stand.

Junpei also stood up with some kind of emotional resolution. "That's right. I remember BEING TOTALLY RAD DUDE TO THE MAAAAX" he screamed before pulling out an acoustic guitar/broadsword and playing a mellow grunge song. I'm not sure what it was, but I'd totally remember if I heard the title.

The friends galloped to the stage, where Mitsuru grinned at the lifeless ceiling above. When she saw the four of them before her, she leaped into the air and landed at ground level with an earth-

shaking tremor. The force of her landing caused a shockwave that killed everyone who wasn't harnessing the power of friendship. The former members of S.E.E.S. then ran vertically up to the roof.

"GODDAMN YOU!" shouted Akihiko bellowed as he kicked away the roof access door. Aigis smiled at her company, because she knew well that Akihiko's hatred was for the door that was now flying to the horizon and was not for her. Everybody ran up to reunite with Aigis and what's-his-face.

"He's… not with us anymore," said the grieving-but-smiling android. The group didn't believe her, even as they watched the body parts crumble off of their hero. They spent several minutes of mourning, denial, and small talk up on the school rooftop. Then, Fuuka fell to the ground, coughing up blood and clinching her stomach with both hands. And her head. Also with both hands. At the same time.

"What's wrong?" asked Junpei, as Fuuka groaned and he snowboarded at top speed while rocking out to his favorite Dark Moor album.

"I'm… I'm getting a message," Fuuka shared painfully. "It's… from the San Francisco Police Department." Akihiko was shocked. At least, he looked shocked.

"What's it say?" Akihiko asked with his serious face.

"Our true enemy," moaned Fuuka, "was not Death. What we destroyed that night meant nothing to the cards of fate. Our true enemy… is outer space." The team looked at each other and nodded. They understood.

Mitsuru turned her back to the rest and faced the clouds. "Alright then. You know what to do. Let's kick some ass." She put on her most expensive sunglasses and lit a cigarette as Akihiko and Junpei let loose a brutal, hardcore shriek and Fuuka and Yukari did wheelies on motocross. Junpei would normally be jealous that other people were being more EXTREME than him, but he was currently screeching, so it was okay. Mitsuru continued: "It doesn't matter whether you're dead or not at the moment—you're helping us out on the mission. Now, we need to get off this rooftop before the school EXPLODES."

Then everybody did just as Mitsuru commanded, before the building did just as Mitsuru foretold.