Hey, told you there was gonna be a sequel!

Nathan Explosion, Toki Wartooth, Skwisgaar Skwigelf, William Murderface and (my own given name) Nathaniel Hawthorn, aka Pickles the drummer are back and so is Naetasha.

This is picking up about a month from where the first fic left off.

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The second Metalocalypse had begun. And it was blacker than ever this time.

The sky around Mordhaus was usually black, but the sky around the surrounding Mordland was getting black now as well. And spreading.

The band was recording a new album. So far, there was a self titled album, the Dethalbum and Dethwater. Now they were working on something they were calling Dethmolition.

Naetasha had begun to heal nicely. She and Nathan had made midnight walks a habit now, when he was feeling up to it. It was the only thing they did together, aside from sleep occasionally. They weren't ready to make their "relationship" known to the press just yet. Not after what happened with "Natebecca".

Naetasha had begun teaching Murderface the fine art of swordfighting (not fencing, that was for pussies) and he was a little clumsy but was coming along well. And she and Toki were busy trying to teach Nathan Norwegian. It was not going so well. She knew he knew the words she was teaching him. He was just having a hard time saying them. His mouth kept getting in his way.

Meanwhile Skwisgaar had begun allowing Naetasha to watch him play his solos, something she was trying to learn in her spare time. He kept trying to give her pointers, but it was hard to understand his english sometimes.

It was one day during the band's practice that the author decided to start up dialogue sequence.

Nathan and the rest were working on their latest song, one Naetasha had helped to write, when Nathan suddenly stopped. He was looking at his newest friend. Uually during practice, she would headbang along with them. Now she was staring off into a corner.

"Are you alright?" he asked her.

She didn't answer.

Toki walked over to her, his guitar thumping aainst his thigh with every step and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Flame? Is you okays?" he asked.

She started, as if jumped and looked up at the rythm guitarist.

"Huh? Oh, yeah... fine. Just thinking," she said, and she continued to stare into a corner.

They resumed practice.

When they had finished, Nathan approached his sort-of girlfriend. She was brutal and pretty metal, but nothing at all like the bitch Rebecca. She knew how to posess him in bed, and that turned him on, and she was willing to ber taken herself, and that was cool. But she was more free-spirited than Rebecca and a lot smarter. He wasn't sure what his feelings were yet. Love... hate... both were tied in his mind. To hate was to love and to love was ... unfamiliar.

"Hey," he growled. They were in the hallway leading to the bedrooms. To his right were the doors to the library of Mordhaus, spiraling all the way up the huge tower, filled with books. She read a lot, more than he ever did. Understood more, too, if he wasn't mistaken. He wsa stupid compared to her. How did he deserve her attention? Why did she tolerate him?

"Hi, Nathan," she said, still appearing to be in a daze. Trying to be a little more... well, patient, he tapped her shoulder so she'd look at him and that did it. She really seemed to see him this time. She stared up at him, sky blue meeting bright green. He couldn't help a half-hearted smile, although he didn't know why.

"What were you uh. Thinking about back there? You're usually into the music," he asked.

"That guy who put you to sleep back in DC. What was his name? Selatcia," she said.

Nathan remembered the old bastard that had taken him out unfairly. Anger boiled. What he wouldn't give to knock that asshole out.

"What about him," he growled.

"He got away. I'm pretty sure I stabbed him in the shoulder, but he got away. I've been thinking. I think the Tribunal was just a cover. That guy Selatcia was the Tribunal. He's the one who wants Dethklok dead. What if he could just gather new "friends" and keep trying?" she explained.

Nathan thought about it. Not very hard, but it made sense.

No way in hell were they going off looking for the guy, though. It had been too close of a call last time. He still remembered it. The blood, the fear that Toki's face had really been bashed in. And Naetasha had almost chosen to die.

He pulled her to him in a rare hug.

"Awww, ain't that cute."

"You got a problem, dickbrain?" he growled.

Pickles strode out from behind them and smirked. Nathan sucker punched him and he pretended to be in pain.

"Hey, I don't got a problem. It's just wierd, y'know? Seein' you with another girlfriend. After that birdfaced band wrecker, Rebecca," he said.

"She's braindead now." Nathan reminded him. Braindead meant the ultimate girlfriend, but seeing the freedom that Naetasha gave him versus Rebecca almost made him change his mind.

Women were strange.

He was used to fucking and dumping them, not living with them.

"Get lost, Pickles," he growled.

The redheaded drummer shrugged and went on his way.

Nathan kissed the band's bodyguard, picking up where he had left off.

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Hey, I just thought I'd give you a chapter to see where Nathan and Naetasha stand as a "couple". Obviously he isn't too sure yet. Thanks for reading and keep reviewing!