Akita: Hello! It's me, one of your worst nightmeres! HAHahahahahhah...Eckchm...
So. Before you read this fic ( and you know that you enter at your own risk? I
wont bay back for broken computers, visits at psychiatrists and I won't take
you out of prison. If something happens - it's not my fault. Get it? ) What was
I... ah yes, you have to know that:
a) I'm still not used to write in English. Altrough it's my 4th (?) fic
b) USually I start writing with an idea in my brain ( or whatever is in my head )
and I end it... Actually I have always problem with endings. Sorry
c) I'm crazy! Buahahahahahahahah... but I think you took that before...
LATEST NOTE: This chapter was checked by AIRI (applouse for her!) Thanks again, Airi!!!
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"I'll never join you."
"Is it your final answer?"
"Yes."
Xellos grinned. Next mission ending the more amusing way.
"So, good bye!"
The purple haired mazoku lifted his staff and sent a big red ball of energy towards his opponent.
"Good job Xellos. Now, come back to Wolf Pack Island.
"Yes, mistress."
'Good, another job. I hope this one also will be funny,' he thought and teleported to Beastmaster's hall. She was smoking a cigarette (as usual).
"Yes, mistress" said Xellos and knelt.
"Stand up. I have a mission for you. This time it will be quite experimental one.
"Yes?"
"You know the golden dragon Filia ul Copt?"
"Yes."
"She's the last golden dragon. And you know, that they have a great power."
Xellos recalled all hits he gained from Filia.
"Yeees, I know very well..."
"Think about the power that we could get from combining the strength of a golden dragon with the power of a mazoku."
"Great or none."
"I'm interested in the first one. You're mission is quite simple. I want you to check it."
Xellos was totally surprised (his eyes almost popped out)
"You want me to... I... I can't!"
"Why? Oh, I get it. You're back from quite a difficult mission and you're tired. Well, this time I'll let you off, but just because I want effects quickly. I'll give this mission to Bob. Bob, come here!"
Next to (still shocked) Xellos appeared a man, who looked like the mixture of a 4 meter high building with 9 tone elephant (looking just like he could sent our favorite purple eyed mazoku on Mars just blowing on him).
When Xellos imagined HOW Bob could carry out his mission he started thinking of a way to prevent him from doing it.
"Well, I think I could make it myself..." said Xellos shyly. ' I will regret that'
"No, you're too tired. Bob will do it quicker."
"But... If your plan succeed we will need her again, and knowing her she won't get on the same trick again and..."
"What do you suggest?"
"I know her better than Bob so I can gain her trust. That way we can use her again if your plan succeeds."
"Hmm... maybe you're right... Okay, you'll get that mission. Bob, don't be sad, I have another thing for you to do. You'll get rid of some annoying chimeras from the West Side."
Xellos sighed. Well, 'getting rid of some annoying chimeras from the West Side' would be funnier than his job, but at least Filia was safe. Or maybe "safe" wasn't the right word.
'Oh no... I was so happy that I won't get hit with her mace-sama any more, and now I have to... sigh... have a child with her...Hopeless...'
Xellos teleported to the city Filia lived in. At the moment she was in her garden picking flowers.
'She looks beautiful when I'm not close to her. Actually, it's the first time I'm seeing her REALY smiling...'
Suddenly her happy face changed.
'Great, she sensed my presence... Here we go...'
"AAAAAAAARRRGGGGGGHHHHH! GO AWAY NAMAGOMI! I LIVE HAPPILY WITHOUT YOU! GET LOST!"
Xellos couldn't even say anything, because Filia threw her mace at him. The strength of the impact made Xellos fell down from the tree he was standing on. Filia approached, took her mace and kicked Xellos for good-bye.
"This will teach you, namagomi."
And she walked away.
'Great. Maybe I should have let Bob take care of her...'
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Strange, I know.
Slayers do not belong to me.
Only my stupidness belongs to me...
I'm not English, so sorry for mistakes. I don't like my english class...
If you want me to change something, send me an e-mail. Thanks.
Yep.
So. Before you read this fic ( and you know that you enter at your own risk? I
wont bay back for broken computers, visits at psychiatrists and I won't take
you out of prison. If something happens - it's not my fault. Get it? ) What was
I... ah yes, you have to know that:
a) I'm still not used to write in English. Altrough it's my 4th (?) fic
b) USually I start writing with an idea in my brain ( or whatever is in my head )
and I end it... Actually I have always problem with endings. Sorry
c) I'm crazy! Buahahahahahahahah... but I think you took that before...
LATEST NOTE: This chapter was checked by AIRI (applouse for her!) Thanks again, Airi!!!
((##))((##))((##))((##))((##))((##))((##))((##))((##))((##))((##))((##))
"I'll never join you."
"Is it your final answer?"
"Yes."
Xellos grinned. Next mission ending the more amusing way.
"So, good bye!"
The purple haired mazoku lifted his staff and sent a big red ball of energy towards his opponent.
"Good job Xellos. Now, come back to Wolf Pack Island.
"Yes, mistress."
'Good, another job. I hope this one also will be funny,' he thought and teleported to Beastmaster's hall. She was smoking a cigarette (as usual).
"Yes, mistress" said Xellos and knelt.
"Stand up. I have a mission for you. This time it will be quite experimental one.
"Yes?"
"You know the golden dragon Filia ul Copt?"
"Yes."
"She's the last golden dragon. And you know, that they have a great power."
Xellos recalled all hits he gained from Filia.
"Yeees, I know very well..."
"Think about the power that we could get from combining the strength of a golden dragon with the power of a mazoku."
"Great or none."
"I'm interested in the first one. You're mission is quite simple. I want you to check it."
Xellos was totally surprised (his eyes almost popped out)
"You want me to... I... I can't!"
"Why? Oh, I get it. You're back from quite a difficult mission and you're tired. Well, this time I'll let you off, but just because I want effects quickly. I'll give this mission to Bob. Bob, come here!"
Next to (still shocked) Xellos appeared a man, who looked like the mixture of a 4 meter high building with 9 tone elephant (looking just like he could sent our favorite purple eyed mazoku on Mars just blowing on him).
When Xellos imagined HOW Bob could carry out his mission he started thinking of a way to prevent him from doing it.
"Well, I think I could make it myself..." said Xellos shyly. ' I will regret that'
"No, you're too tired. Bob will do it quicker."
"But... If your plan succeed we will need her again, and knowing her she won't get on the same trick again and..."
"What do you suggest?"
"I know her better than Bob so I can gain her trust. That way we can use her again if your plan succeeds."
"Hmm... maybe you're right... Okay, you'll get that mission. Bob, don't be sad, I have another thing for you to do. You'll get rid of some annoying chimeras from the West Side."
Xellos sighed. Well, 'getting rid of some annoying chimeras from the West Side' would be funnier than his job, but at least Filia was safe. Or maybe "safe" wasn't the right word.
'Oh no... I was so happy that I won't get hit with her mace-sama any more, and now I have to... sigh... have a child with her...Hopeless...'
Xellos teleported to the city Filia lived in. At the moment she was in her garden picking flowers.
'She looks beautiful when I'm not close to her. Actually, it's the first time I'm seeing her REALY smiling...'
Suddenly her happy face changed.
'Great, she sensed my presence... Here we go...'
"AAAAAAAARRRGGGGGGHHHHH! GO AWAY NAMAGOMI! I LIVE HAPPILY WITHOUT YOU! GET LOST!"
Xellos couldn't even say anything, because Filia threw her mace at him. The strength of the impact made Xellos fell down from the tree he was standing on. Filia approached, took her mace and kicked Xellos for good-bye.
"This will teach you, namagomi."
And she walked away.
'Great. Maybe I should have let Bob take care of her...'
((##))((##))((##))((##))((##))((##))((##))((##))((##))((##))((##))((##))
Strange, I know.
Slayers do not belong to me.
Only my stupidness belongs to me...
I'm not English, so sorry for mistakes. I don't like my english class...
If you want me to change something, send me an e-mail. Thanks.
Yep.