A/N: Once agian, my beta Viggorrah wrote another filler chapter for the month of November. I was busy with NaNoWrMo and college to get around to posting this. So please enjoy.
Back for another episode with our heroes' bodies and MOD souls, we find Razeo crouching on the edge of a building somewhere in town. He was locked into a game on his (actually Courtney's) iPod so he didn't hear Trace come up behind him until he smacked the back of his head.
"OW! You bastard, what was that for?" he yelled, glaring back at him.
"I've been looking for you."
"And that translates to hitting me upside the head, how?" he continued to glare.
"You could have made it a little harder to find you though." Trace scolded.
"'Harder'?" he repeated incredulously. "Dude the only reason you found me is because Thomas has a tracking device in Courtney's body."
"Tracking devi...what the hell are you talking about?" Trace pointed behind them. "Razeo I found you because you're too damn stupid to not take the phrase 'Cover your tracks' literally!"
Lo and behold, there was a bucket of blue paint and a long blue line that apparently tracked where ever Razeo had gone to his current position.
"People can't tell me stuff like that and expect me to know it's a figure of speech!" Razeo cried.
"BAKA!"* the other screamed as he punched him in the face. Trace's eyebrow twitched as he muttered, "Anata wa baka desu..."*
"That's not very nice!" he complained of his sore jaw. "Nice left hook though."
"Really?" Trace scoffed in annoyed disbelief at his audacity.
"Yeah. Thomas has been working out."
"How is that fact even relevant to this conversation?" he inquired heatedly. "His body probably gained some muscle from me having to deal with YOUR DUMB ASS!"
"WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME NAMES?" Razeo sobbed. Trace hung his head and sighed.
Meanwhile hiding on a nearby roof, almost everyone else was watching the scene unfold from the safe distance away. Just in case things got hairy.
"No wonder Trace is our unofficial but unanimous leader! He's whipping that rebellious Razeo right back in line!" Bunny said happily.
"Actually the only thing Trace has succeeded in doing is making him cry." Daniel stated flatly.
"Why are we hiding?" Jaylene asked, bored.
"Because, like I've told you for the past thirty minutes, we're supposed to be taking care of the hollows Razeo let loose." Sean glared at her. "But seeing as none of us are even close to being at fault, we all voted to come here and make Razeo do it."
"We voted? When?" she wondered.
"Do you not pay attention at all?" Sean sighed in annoyance.
"Can't we kill them with love..?" Amy wondered, his hands exploring in his pants.
"Y'know normally that wouldn't be such a bad idea, but coming from you it just freaks the shit out of me." Trent replied with a blatantly terrified expression along with everyone else.
"We've really got to do something about Amy." Roxas sighed.
"You mentioned it first, so it's your job." Sean ordered.
"WHAT! You mentioned it last night you jerk! YOU do it!" Roxas yelled, pointing a finger at him.
"While your accusation may have some validity to it, the fact remains that the readers only know about you mentioning it so they'll believe me over you." Sean rattled off.
"THAT REASONING IS COMPLETELY UNSUBSTANTIATED!" Roxas fumed.
"Who the hell cares?" Daniel growled. "Shut up so we can eavesdrop."
Roxas drifted to the corner and cried in depression.
"I'm surprised there aren't more hollows around," Trace continued. Razeo stood.
"Yeah well, when you can shoot lightning why not kill hollows?"
"Umm, because you've been up here playing 'Mr. aahH!'** for three and a half hours."
"What are you, my stalker?" Razeo glared at him.
"No I'm not the stalker. That would be Thomas, as much as he doesn't want to admit it."
"Why are we talking about so many inside jokes?"
"I dunno. You started it."
"Shut up punk." Stuffing his hands in his pockets, the annoyed Razeo placed his foot on Trace's forehead. "You and your ragtag group of rejects need to leave me alone and go dispose of those hollows that are loose because of me."
"Since when did we become your trash crew?" Trace hit the foot from his face, glowering at him.
"Since I became the central nervous system. You are the lymphatic system."
"I didn't come here for an anatomy lesson."
"Well if you didn't come here for the anatomy lesson or to bring me food, why are you here? The losers we're forced to call friends are prolly missing you." A beat of silence followed and soon Razeo seemed nervous. "They're right behind me, aren't they?"
"Of course not; that's completely unrealistic. People can't just up and appear behind you. There's no roof to stand on." Trace frowned at his stupidity. Razeo shrugged and nodded his agreement. "Behind me, however, is a completely different story."
Behind Trace the group of very pissed off teens gathered behind him, a look of death on their faces and an assortment of weapons in their hands.
Razeo swallowed slowly as they all pounced on him, almost like in slow motion.
"Aaaa, kuso..."***
The phone rang, and he fumbled inside his pocket to bring out the device.
"H-Hello?"
"Hey Razeo."
"GAH Courtney!" he paled.
"What do you mean 'Gah Courtney'?"
"I-I mean, I didn't expect to hear from you...right at this second."
"Why? What are you doing?"
"Oh, heh, um. Nothin' that's really worth mentioning.." Razeo glanced back behind him to find the group hot on his trail. "Oh for the love of-"
"RAZEO, GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!" Daniel shouted.
"Who said something about my ass?" she inquired.
"Gyah! Hahaha, no one! Your ass is fiiiiIIIIIINNNNEEEE!" Razeo jumped out of the way just as Daniel's large warhammer came crashing down, aiming for his head. "You asshole, I almost got turned into a Razeo-patty!"
"I'm gonna KILL YOU!" Trent promised, pointing his scimitar at Razeo's forehead.
"You wish period-head!"
"While I'm usually the nonviolent one, I can't forgive you!" Bunny said, starting a chainsaw.
"AHH seriously?"
"I'm just attacking you because there are no hollows around." Jaylene told him, holding the 'a' throwing star.
"Yeah..not too worried 'bout you." Razeo stated calmly with a bored look.
"Who, Jaylene?" Courtney wondered blindly in his ear.
"To be honest...I'd like to just bite you again..." Amy muttered, wielding an AK-47.
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU PEOPLE LET THE PSYCHOPANT HAVE THE LONG-RANGE WEAPON?" Razeo pointed in horror.
"You've insulted me, which means you've insulted Shuuhei. The author won't have that." Sean announced, holding a scythe.
"Okay, 1) no it doesn't, and 2) the guest author likes Shuuhei too, 3) the guest author isn't afraid of the actual author." he replied through gritted teeth.
"Razeo what's going on?" Courtney was getting annoyed. "Put Trace on the phone."
"Trace...Trace...hey, any of you guys seen Trace?" he asked innocently. Everyone looked around, then wondering where their fearless and unofficial leader disappeared to. They glanced around for a few more seconds and then back at Razeo.
Who had also disappeared.
"Hey where the hell'd he go!" Trent shouted, seeing him a few roofs away. "Damn him! Come on guys!"
The group chased after him, and Courtney was getting antsy on the line.
"RAZEO!" she yelled angrily.
"I'm looking! I'm looking! Where's Tr-" Looking to his right, Razeo's face came in contact with Trace's size 12 boot. Blood gushed from his nose as he fell off the roof and high-fived the ground with his face. Trace then turned to the renegade MOD teens.
"Get yourselves UNDER CONTROL!" With another mighty kick, Trace sent the closest teen, strangely Amy, flying in the air; as they watched, he disappeared into a star.
"Who the hell does he think he is, Sanji?" Trent wondered. Putting his leg down Trace closed his eyes and caught Razeo's phone as it spun toward the ground.
"...Trace?"
"Speaking." he said coolly.
"WHAT THE (BEEP) IS GOING ON THERE?" An annoyed Trace opened his eyes slightly as the phone flew from his ear from the intensity of Courtney's voice.
"I'm glad you sound unharmed." Trace stated bleakly. Everyone else (minus Razeo) hid behind each other from the wrath of the human reaper, and they couldn't even hear the rest of the conversation. Trace would just nod and mutter something every couple minutes and after a while he finally shut the phone and let out a long sigh.
"Trace..?" Sean started. He turned around and grinned at them. They grinned back. They were safe!
"She's gonna kill us.
Or..not.
"I suggest you enjoy your final breaths while you can, and refrain from beating the living bejesus out of Razeo. He is in Courtney's body, after all and she's already pissed enough at us as it is."
Trace jumped off the roof and left the frozen-grinning group standing there. He grabbed the unconscious Razeo by the back of his shirt and dragged his body behind him as Trace walked into the sunset.
Well, he would have if Amy didn't hurtle down from the sky and land on his head. Gravity: 1, Trace: 0.
"Too bad that didn't kill me," he groaned.
*Japanese. "Baka" means "idiot" and "Anata wa baka desu" means "You are an idiot".
**Very fun and addictive iPhone/iTouch game. Best part, it's free.
***More Japanese. Translates literally to "Ohhh, damn" or "Ohhh, shit".