黒色のフォンセ!
Kokushoku no Foncé!
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Level 6: 魔界
Level 6: Devils
School finally ended, and the students were finally free to enjoy the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday in peace.
"I think there's a book keeper in my class," Rahkshi Hundred said to his Devil partner as he left school. "This guy, Ken Bak, brought a little girl with him to class. He's never done that before, so I'm sure he's got a book. She got sent to the nurse's so you must've seen her. What did you think?"
Zero shook his head. "Yeah, she was a Devil, and the most warped one I've ever seen in my entire life. The sooner someone burn's her book the better."
"We can fight them right now. We just have to get them to go some place away from the school."
"No way! I don't wanna fight her now!"
Zero's scared? thought Rahkshi. This must be one nasty Devil.
"Is she really that powerful?"
"I don't know!" Zero snapped irritably. "I'm just afraid that she'll"—
He shuddered violently.
—"hit on me again."
That's what this is about? Rahkshi struggled not to laugh out loud and failed very badly.
"It's not funny," growled Zero.
"Zero's got a girlfriend!" Rahkshi jeered. "Zero's got a girlfriend!"
"She's not my girlfriend, human!" Zero screamed.
Rahkshi, laughing, ran down the sidewalk, the angry Devil in hot pursuit. Neither of them noticed Miss Hachiya walking down the same sidewalk, tired and ready for a long bath.
The young teacher was passing a restaurant, and a young girl of about twelve suddenly charged out in front of her. Midori let out a soft cry and stepped back. "You really startled me, young lady!" she scolded. But then she took a better look at the girl. She was smeared with dirt and grime, and for clothes she wore a tattered oversized red basketball jersey and a pair of jeans. Covering her short black hair was a beat-up red cap. She held a large chestnut-colored book in her hands. In spite of her ragged appearance, the girl had a determined look in her brown eyes.
"Hey," the dirty tomboy-looking girl said, "can you take a look at this book?"
"Oh you poor thing!" Midori gasped. "Do you have a home?"
"No," the girl answered. "Not yet anyway. But can you please look at my book? It's really important."
Midori took the book. "Alright, if it'll make you happy. Then I'll see if I can get you a place to stay." She opened it and was confronted with some strange glowing symbols. She blinked, once, then twice. Her eyes must've been playing tricks on her. Books didn't glow. The strangest part was that she somehow understood the glowing glyphs. They said Musruku.
"Can you read it? asked the girl.
"Yes…" Midori said dreamily, the glow of the book reflected in her glasses.
The girl grinned and pumped her arm in a victory stance. "All right! Looks like I've found my new home!"
Meanwhile…
Kathy Fujimoto looked at the dark pastel green book in her hands, then at the teenager who gave her the book. "I don't know," the twelve-year-old said. "I shouldn't be talking to strangers."
"Hey," said the teenager, "I'm not too strange, am I kid?"
Kathy looked at the teenager. She was beautifully a beautiful African-looking girl and had an amazing bosom. But her wild fluffy hair was a strange greenish-yellow, and instead of clothes she wore a skirt made from palm tree leaves and a pair of hollowed out coconuts for a bra. That was strange even for a hardcore southern California girl. Not to mention the girl had been doing a weird shimmying dance that embarrassed everyone.
"Yeah, you're kind strange."
Beautiful too, she thought guiltily.
"Please!" the girl said. "Pretty please, look at my book!"
"Oh—okay, just a peek."
She took it and, and the girl's eyes lit up when she saw the pages glow.
"What is this?" asked Kathy.
The girl smiled. "I'm Xenia, and this is my spell book. Nice to meet you, partner."
Meanwhile…
"What the fuck kind of language is this?" asked New York filmmaker Roger Kaufman as he examined the pages of the asparagus-colored book. "Hebrew? Hey! Now's it's glowing! How'd you do that?"
The deformed giant of a man smiled. "You can read it?"
"Yeah, I can," said Kaufman. "Weird. I even know how to pronounce this line." He looked up. "Hey, I'm a movie director, and I've been looking for a big guy for my latest picture, The Atomic Crusader! I think you'd be perfect as the hero!"
"A hero?" the big man asked. "Really? No one's called me a hero before! Thanks a lot, mister!"
"The name's Kaufman! Roger Kaufman! The president and co-founder of Amort Entertainment, the world's oldest independent movie studio! What's your name?"
"I'm Atom," the big man said bashfully.
"Well Adam, I think you've a future in movies!"
They began to walk off into the heart of New York City.
"And I think this is the start of a long friendship," said Atom. "Oh, Roger, there's something I've got to explain…"
Meanwhile…
The beautiful boy glared at him.
"Look old man, I've got to find my little sister, so just read the stupid book already."
Lord Daniel Squalor opened the Persian blue book, and found it to glow.
"Why is this book glowing?"
The boy's eyes lit up. "Yes! You're the one! Let's go!"
"What?" asked Squalor. "Who are you? What's going on here?"
"I'm Imité, and I'm going to make you more powerful than ever before!"
Squalor shrugged. "Good enough for me," he said.
Meanwhile…
Foncé was looking out of Ken's window at the city below and at the setting sun.
"The battle for the World of Devils's ruler is just beginning," she said to her partner. "Even as we speak, more Devils are finding their partners and preparing for the fight. I got here a little earlier than most, so we have an advantage."
She turned away from the window and looked at Ken.
"Let's train tonight, Ken."
To be continued...