A/N: I'm sorry this update took so long! There were some problems at home, and I went on a trip. So, yeah.

I thank you reviewers and readers for, well, reading and reviewing the last chapter! Also, the point of 'Eighth Eh?' for the title of Ch.8, and why I asked you to count the 'eh's if you were bored, was that there were actually a total of eight 'eh's in the chapter, not including the one at the Authors Note at the bottom. Sorry if that confused anyone.

Devon- I sent you the chapter 5, as you requested. Thanks for reading! (...Devon a.k.a...Yaya-kun? Or is that coincidence that you have the same names, I got faved by Yaya-kun, and anon reviewed by Devon, which is Yaya-kun's name by profile? XD I am just paranoid?? lol)

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Let me go sob in a corner now...

Maria-sama Is Glaring: Ninth Title

In the midst of gunfire, it would be quite strange to hear the cry of a squealing dinosaur.

In the midst of Galactic Solar Death Ray beams…who knew, right?

Fukuzawa Yumi knew. By God, she knew.

"EEEIAAHH!! Stop shooting! Stop shooting!!" Yumi was screwed. Figuratively speaking, of course.

"Yumi! Dive down! We'll save you!!" Rounds upon rounds of deadly bullets whizzed past Yumi's body, all of which were fired with excellent marksmanship and calculated not to stray into Yumi's path of retreat. You see, psychopathic deities were becoming a somewhat familiar sight to the crew of the S.O.S. Brigade. And so, it should not have been too unexpected that, when the brigadiers stormed outside upon hearing the commotion downstairs and had thus been directed towards the cause of Ogasawara Sachiko's fury, all hell broke loose for the umpteenth time that week.

"Gaah!! What the heck are you guys doing?! And…Whoah!! This is amazing!!" After flailing her way out of the line of fire, Takeshima Tsutako immediately sought capturing the unworldly battle with the lens of her camera. Shutters were pressed almost just as often as triggers were being pulled, and lasers, launched.

"Oh, my! This is really quite enjoyable! I haven't had this much fun since dear Allah declared a celebratory Jihad of pillows with Onee-chan and I!" Amaterasu, Tsukiyomi, Allah, and a holy pillow-fight war? Was that possible? Was anything not possible now that Japan had become the gods' playground? Again, who knew?

Why, Tsukiyomi and Allah did. But for now, both were elsewhere…

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Buddha was enjoying his view of the lovely fireworks outside. He had heard about his good friend Amaterasu's ordeal. Surely, somewhere, the Continuum Transfunctioner must be in eccentric hands. Why eccentric? Well…it was his fifty-seven-thousand-two-hundred-and-sixty-sixth-sense, being a god and all. Pfft! Who needed just six senses?

Then, suddenly, the basement door burst open, and into the living room stumbled a beaten, yet still smug, Kashiwagi Subaru.

"Free at LAST!! HA!! Now, not even Buddha can keep me from ravishing my Yuuki-chi in the concupiscent brace of fiery lovelove!!"

And then he saw Buddha.

"…OH. Son of a…" As Kashiwagi cursed inwardly, Buddha met him with his jolly, mischievous grin…

Ho, ho! Knock Knock!

"Er…w-who's there…?" Kashiwagi gulped the biggest wad of doom impending apprehension he'd ever gulped. He knew that this would be one hell of a Knock-Knock Joke. The answer came.

Interrupting cow!

Hesitating for his life, Kashiwagi played his part, "I-interrupting co—" But before he could finish…

MOO!!

And so it was that the sound of a bone-crushing stomp filled the halls of Sachiko's house.

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And now that that rather convenient interlude has passed, perhaps the struggle outside has been concluded?

"AAAAHH!!"

"Hehehe! Oh my!" (A/N: Amaterasu's lines are italicized quotation marks and words, by the way.)

"S-Sachiko!! Why are you still shooting!?!" Yumi and Tsutako had explained that Amaterasu had benign intentions and was not out for their blood. Amaterasu explained that she just liked to use her death ray. The fighting should have stopped since everyone understood this now. But still, Sachiko wore the look of the green-eyed-devil while emptying her rifle cartridge on the goddess, however harmless the bullets were to her.

When she ran out of ammunition, Sachiko reached for her grenade.

Seeing this, Yumi pulled a souer. "Onee-sama, I'm yours to molest anytime!!"

Sachiko stopped for a moment, as if considering. Blushing madly, Yumi went in for the kill and, in a quite uncharacteristically seductive tone, said, "…Onee-sama…I'll let you be on top…?"

In the span of no less than a second, Sachiko's hand retracted from the grenade at her side and instead thrust Yumi an agreeing thumbs-up.

The other S.O.S. Brigadiers were overcome by a paroxysm of laughter. Mizuno Youko, shoulders shaking from the action of merriment, applauded Yumi. "I always told you how well you could handle her!"

Sei playfully slapped Yumi on the back, resisting the urge to grab her, lest she be grenaded by Sachiko. "Ha, ha, ha! I wonder how your capable hands will be 'handling' her now! Ne, Yu-mi-chaaaan? Just don't hurt our little Sa-chan, okaaay? Hahaha!"

Snapping back at Sei, Sachiko took the bait, "For your information, Yumi is quite skilled at—", and winced at her own careless words. Yoshino, Rei, Shimako, Noriko, Kei, Touko, Youko, Sei, and even Amaterasu eyed Yumi curiously.

It was found that poor Noriko wasn't the only one prone to K.O.'ing nosebleeds.

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Somewhere in Japan, a former member of the Yamayurikai felt as thought she was left out again. Out of what, she didn't know. But damnit! She could feel it! And now, here, on her usual night-stroll, she felt it again. Having nothing better to do, she mused. Tsk! It's because I'm not gay, isn't it! Woe goes to the straight girl, no one cares about HER. I never get any romantic sexcapades…wait, what?

She always did like strange things…As it was, she didn't mind picking up the old rubix cube that had fallen out of the sky and stuck her in the forehead. So, is her forehead just a big target for strange things to hit her? She fumed, recalling that name. That damned name Sei had given her all those years ago…

De…ko…chin…

What? That was strange…She knew the voice she thought in wasn't that creepy. Come to think of it, she didn't even say the word aloud…Then, who…?

Torii Eriko finally turned around.

A/N: Amaterasu threat cleared up...Eriko's in, yay?? I'm sorry if this chapter's a little short. (Although all my chapters are really short to boot...eh, heh,heh...) Eh, yeah, the title...well, I ran out of ideas...