A/N: ......Hello...er, I know I took, like, five...four months to update. Sorry...Writers Block for this fic comes at tons per day. (sighs).
Well, here's the next chapter...though, not much actually happens. Ah, and there's some weird filler ChikaneHimeko lovin'...sorta...uh.
Disclaimer: I don't own Maria-sama ga Miteru, or Kannazuki no Miko.
Maria-sama Is Glaring: Tenth Forehead
Forehead. Never once in her nineteen years of life had she ever hated her forehead so, so much. Cursing under a ragged breath, she felt strands of weary lace along her legs from under the velvety fabric of her long skirt, which airily fluttered as she picked up speed.
Dekochin. How she despised that horrible word. Even more so, how she despised the thing spitting it out at her as she fled. Sheesh! Had it had no manners!?
DEKO…CHIIIIIN!!
"S-Shut up!"
DEKOCHIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!
"You suck!" She stumbled, picked herself up, and ran faster than Fukuzawa Yuuki with Kashiwagi on his tail. Maybe.
DE…KOOOO…DE…KOOOO…DEKO, DEKO, DEKOCHIIIIIIIIIN!!
"Shove it, you damn American!!" Torii Eriko gasped as she processed what she had just reflexively counter spat. "You…! You made me sound like a racist!" She whipped her head around her shoulder briefly, wondering how close she was to death by quite literal 'stoning'. "Will you quit following me!! I'm not supposed to have fangirls!" Eriko almost tripped as she turned her heel at a street curve. Again, for heavens sake, where did all the cops go!?
You…YOU… ONE OF THEEEEM!!
Eriko had a feeling she knew exactly who 'them' was. Recalling 'them' she quipped the first thing that crossed her mind. "But I'm not even gay!!" And as the girl with the spacious forehead sped on past, mysteriously, six-hundred and sixty-six trees along the sidewalk…
A certain metallic nameplate gleamed into view. Engraved into its steel surface were the words 'Shimazu Residence', and Eriko felt a gust of relief slap her forehea…er, face. However, she had to admit that even if it had read 'The Pope's House', she would have still knocked down the door, tossed its residents out onto the streets, and made herself an atheist fort against Maria-sama.
Only, the Shimazu residence already looked like the bomb-shelter from hell. The door had been blown off its hinges and lay scattered on the Shimazu lawn, which was littered with…gunshot holes, bullet shells, grenade pits!? What the…
Eriko had no choice but to skip past the place and continue on her way, the lucky rubix cube gripped tightly in her hand. Lucky, because it did happen to chose her forehead to land on, after all. She thought that out of all the crap she'd been through, finding the little multicolored cube of confusion was the only good thing she had encountered that day.
Oh, how ridiculously wrong she was.
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Amaterasu was floating around Sachiko's house while temporarily blinding anyone who looked her way when she felt the pulsating muscle within her front jumpstart suddenly. Her face burned a bright scarlet, and her body heat rose to such heights that she thought she could boil the sea on her forehead, provided that her forehead was large enough to hold that much space. Her throat became parched, and she thought her vocal chords would crack if she tried to utter even a single syllable. She felt herself perspiring and felt her stomach flip from one place to another. She was giddy with passion.
And that could mean only one thing.
"Chikane-chaaaaaaaaan!!"
And indeed, there came the midnight-blue haired literal goddess from the corner of a poorly lit back alley. The expression of exasperation and frustration on the taller woman's face instantly perked to one of fondness and love-struck joy as her eyes traveled toward the gentle captor of her heart. She parted her lips to speak, to call to the object of her inextinguishable affection.
But with the goddess also came the word of separation.
"Fiiiire!!" commanded a voice from behind. And then there were bullets and other miscellaneous deadly projectiles bombarding the form of the cerulean-eyed woman. Smoke obscured her sight, dust that would not fade. Amaterasu screamed a shrill cry of agony, unbefitting of one who held such a blithe nature.
"CHIKANE-CHAAAAAAAAAAAN!! Whhhhy!?!" But then there emerged a shadow from through the ashes, and that shadow soon grew a figure, and then limbs, and then a face, and then an identity as a whole. Steeped in recognition, the arisen woman extended an arm toward her golden-haired love, a smile blossoming on her flawless features. Her slender fingers reached up to the other woman's jawline, the simple touch mesmerizing and tender in its ardor. The hand slid up a smooth cheek, lingered there for a moment in a purely tantalizing caress, and delicately met a forehead that hid behind strands of soft, brilliant colored hair. Amaterasu thought her heart would burst.
But then the hand's thumb and middle fingers drew inward, paused for a second, and released them, effectively flicking a strike and sounding a 'thunk' from Amaterasu's forehead.
"…eh?" Amaterasu bowed her head slightly and sheepishly looked up at the other goddess with bashful eyes.
However, another voice from behind interrupted further attempted pouting.
"Mou, Sachiko! You can't just shoot anyone you think is a psychopathic god!" This voice was cute, and maybe slightly angry.
"But Yumi! Look at her! She's tall, dark…handsome! And that brooding look on her face! She must be one of those psycho-semes!" This one was deeper, and more hysterical.
…Amaterasu ignored the snickering and rising arguments behind her as she thumped her fist against the taller goddess's shoulder.
"Tsukiyomi, you boob! How could you?" The blush on Amaterasu's face had not receded.
Tsukiyomi sighed. "You know that stuff won't hurt me, Amaterasu."
"You're supposed to call me Himeko, my love."
The voices from behind never failed to interrupt. "Whoah, what!?" And there were many 'holy crap!'s and 'I knew it!'s from the direction of Sachiko's house.
Amaterasu giggled and took her sister's hand in hers, fondling its backside with a thumb. "Ah, dear, have you found the Continuum Transfunctioner, by any chance?"
Tsukiyomi colored slightly, but did not stop Amaterasu's displays. "A-actually…no…but, I think it's…getting closer…?"
"Closer…?" Well, wasn't that strange?
Everyone heard a booming voice and a familiar sound accompanied by the even more all too familiar tremors of the ground. And then Amaterasu, Tsukiyomi, and the S.O.S. Brigade looked down the street and saw a red light being reflected off a large, smooth surface…almost like a beacon for help.
A second later, they heard clearly what they feared they would.
DEKOCHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!
A/N: Well, there ya go. Not much, as I said. WAAAH... And, Have A Happy New Year!
