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Episode 028: Who's in Love With Gourry?!



Welcome to the Isle of Lala!

Zelgadiss blinked open his eyes tiredly.

He was floating...

Something had happened, something important...

Something he should remember...

The sun shimmered above, so cool on his face...

Wait a moment, cool? Shimmer?

He yelped, thrashing in the water, quickly closing his mouth as he choked on the water surrounding him.

That's right! They'd crashed the ship! On some rocks! And he'd been thrown overboard.

He wasn't floating! He was sinking!

Suddenly from above he saw an added shimmer of golden hair, the locks parting in the water and the chimera stared in stunned horror as they floated apart to reveal a smug grinning face.

It was Jarrek's grinning face, and it was getting closer.

The chimera gave a startled yelp; this of course muffled by the surrounding water and swam to the bottom, running along the ocean floor, casting a look over his shoulder in horror as he ran.

Before he knew it he was running along a beach, a hot beach. He also was still holding his breath and as a result, swiftly passed out in a dead faint upon the sun soaked sand.

Lina sighed, shaking her head as Jarrek emerged from the water after him. "Leave it to Zel, to drown on dry land."

"Oh no!" Amelia cooed, kneeling at his side holding his face in her hands. "Miss Lina?"

"You know what to do, Amelia." She replied with a knowing smirk, wringing out her cape and waving her friend on. "You can handle it."

Amelia blushed, looking down at the breathless chimera.

"Oh dear." Xelloss cut in, rubbing the back of his head in genuine sadness. He really was sad to have to interrupt what was sure to be an amusing display, since for once the chimera actually was unconscious. "I'm afraid that'll have to wait. You see, if anyone on this island catches us this way. Why, they'll just knock him out again anyway. Or worse..."

"Come again?" Lina asked, eyeing him warily. All of their gold had sunk when they'd crashed into the rocks, and she really wasn't in the mood for this. At least those weird dreams about Gourry had stopped.

"What do you mean, if they find us like this?" Filia asked suspiciously and he grinned, pleased to have the opportunity to scare her a little.

"Oh not you Miss Filia." He replied knowingly, arching a finger. "Only myself, Mr. Jarrek, Gourry, and Zelgadiss need fear. For you see, like the kingdom of Female, only women are aloud on this island."

"Great." Lina sighed, standing to her feet triedly. "Another Shrine Maiden kingdom, I bet this spots gonna be a dead end to."

"Oh not, Shrine Maidens, Miss Lina!" Xelloss corrected, cracking an eye. "I'm afrid the ruler of this Island doesn't quite have such... holy... intentiuons."

"Um-huh..." Lina mused, sitting down on a rock, waiting for him too elaborate. "Go on..."

Xelloss cleared his throat, pulling a bulletin board accompanied by a pull-down map out of nowhere, pointing a red x on and island, pointedly marked you are here...

"The Isle of Lala!" He chimed merrily, looking out at his obedient class. "Was founded about two years ago by a traveling sailor/ nobleman, whose name was Vallune!"

Lina blinked warily, she knew that name, but how?

Gourry on the other hand turned pale, backing away slowly before the others could notice his retreat.

"You see...' Xelloss went on, his hands narrating the tale. "Vallune was great in love with a young maiden, and tragically she rejected him."

He looked meaningfully at his captive audience, as Gourry stepped back into the plamtree-line, completely un-noticed by all.

"The young girl's name was Lala!" Xelloss concluded, holding up a finger dramatically, as Lina's jaw dropped and Amelia looked at her in dawning comprehension. "And that is why this is called the Isle of Lala!"

"Miss Lina?" Amelia asked worriedly, still cradling Zel's head in her hands.

Lina slapped her head with a knowing sigh, standing to her feet. "Of course. Lala, Vallune, should have known. Well Gourry, can we count on you to keep him occupied?"

She turned to look behind her, only to note that the swordsman was conspicuously missing...

"Huh?" She called, holding a hand to shield her gaze as she surveyed her surroundings. "Gourry?"

Oh, there he was, up a tree, at least he seemed to have finally found a real banana...

"Gourry!" She called irritably. "Get down here! I need you to distract Vallune while I go hunt for treasure!"

"No way, Lina! Not again, not ever!" He yelled down, comforting himself by helping himself to another banana.

"Arrrgg!" She roared, walking up to the tree and holding out her hands meaningfully. "I'll give you till the count of three, and then I'm burning the tree down!"

Xelloss sweatdropped, looking over to Amelia. "I feel as though I have missed something."

Amelia grinned sheepishly, making to dragged the water-logged chimera off into the treeline. "Well you, see it's really pretty embarrassing but... well... Mr. Gourry's actually Lala, you see, believe it or not, Miss Lina puts Gourry in a dress a lot, and well, with that long blond hair..."

"Oh... dear..." Xelloss mused with a grin, running that little bit of info over in his head pleasantly. "Well that is something..."

He looked over at the confused pair of dragons, Filia's hair was being brushed around Jarrek's shoulders, and he grinned...

"Long blond hair you say..." Xelloss mused aloud, his grin widening as he turned back to Amelia, who was still pulling Zelgadiss to the trees for shelter. "And perhaps a strong jaw line, I imagine..."

"It certainly seemed hard to miss!" She agreed, panting lightly, a big smile on her face as she concentrated. "He didn't even seem to care when he flung out Mr. Gourry wasn't a girl!"

Xelloss cracked an eye at that, his grin bordering on all out laughter. "Oh my, well... I do believe I have a solution to everyone's troubles!"

Amelia grinned, happy to help as she disappeared into the treeline, Xelloss phasing into Gourry's tree.

"Say, Gourry..." He stated lazily, leaning against the trunk comfortably. He liked trees, not even Zelas seemed to know why. Dynast said it was because they were good for peeping... perhaps some truth to that. "I have a suggestion, how about I make you a wig?"

"A wig?" The swordsman asked through a mouth-full of banana. "What color?"

Xelloss titled his head, and gave a shrug. "Well, what color would you like?"

Gourry though long and hard and then held up a finger. "I like red hair, didn't used too but now I like it a lot!"

"Hmm, can't imagine why..." Xelloss stated with a bemused smirk, leaning in to grip the swordsman's head. "Here, let me just get your measurements, be terrible for it to fall off in Vallune's presence..."

Gourry shuddered, nodding fervently. "That would be awful, thanks for your help Xelloss."

Xelloss grinned, taking mental note of the parameters of the swordsman's head, a perfect replica on a certain gold dragon flashing in his mind. "Not at all. Now I'll be right back as soon as I make certain Lina won't burn down the tree. Once I return, I'll have a nice red wig for you!"

"Thanks, Xelloss." Gourry nodded a happy smile on his face as the monster phased out.



"Okay, Mr. Zelgadiss..." Amelia whispered softly, propping his head up on some leaves... eyeing his clothes warily...

"We'll just make you look like a girl again..." She murmured, blushing bright red and coming up with a wardrobe in her mind that wouldn't force her to undress him. "Then..."

Her heart beat increased, before skipping a few beats and she shook her head, pulling herself up tall.

"Then I'll recessitate you." She stated determinedly, pulling free her cape and blushing once more as she went to work fastening it around his waist like a skirt.

"Alright..." She breathed worriedly, pulling back, her hands shaking. "And now for the shirt..."

She looked down at the fur at her own waist and grinned at her ingenuity, blushing once more as she quickly stuffed it down his shirt.

"Right..." She murmured, pleased with her handiwork. "Now let's just fasten his cape like so..."

"Ah!" She grinned, sitting back happily, pulling a small pouch from out of nowhere.

"Now, time for makeup!"


Lina glared at him as Xelloss phased in between her and the tree.

"Move." She growled.

"Um, no!" He replied easily, arching a finger. "Say Miss Lina, why don't you let me handle this, I have lovely little plan afoot! One I suspect you'll find most amusing..."

Lina blinked.

"What sort of plan?" She asked suspiciously.

"Well..." He stated happily, leaning off the tree grandly. "It's just, Jarrek's blond and Gourry doesn't particularly want to be today, so I took liberties!"

With a flourish he pulled a perfectly identical wig to Gourry's golden mane.

Lina chocked. "So um, let me get this straight, Jarrek, becomes Lala?"

Xelloss grinned, arching a finger. "Precisely. But let's not tell him, hmm? He'll make a far better distraction that way!"

"Agreed." Lina replied reaching for the wig enthusiastically; a sudden look of worry dawning on her face. "Hey, what about Gourry?"

"Oh, well he's developed this sudden desire for red hair, so we're fine on that end." Xelloss replied easily, enjoying the feelings of embarrassment that washed over the sorceress as she turned scarlet.

"Er... Right." She sputtered, snatching the wig from him and turning away. "Wasn't like I could burn that tree down right now anyway..."

"What was that?" Xelloss asked, cracking eye suspiciously but Lina had already retreated to the company of the two golds.

He shrugged and phased back up to retrieve Gourry.



"So you want Jarrek to wear this? But why Miss Lina?" Filia asked perplexed, she hadn't been able to follow any of the things that had gone on since they'd gotten here.

"Because Gourry's gonna have red hair." She replied snappily, slamming into Jarrek's chest. "So this way we'll have two red-heads and two blonds, got it!"

"Well I hardly see how that applies to this situation." Jarrek replied, just as confused as Filia.

Lina pulled on her hair in frustration. "Just... put... it... on... Put it on!"

The couple looked at each other and shrugged, Jarrek slipping it on and beaming cheesily at Filia.

"How do I look?" He purred and she giggled, smacking him lightly on the chest. "Oh, Jarrek..."

Lina turned away, wringing her hands. No sleep and twenty-eight days make Lina... red-headed Gourry...

"Wow..." She murmured, catching herself and looking around with a blush. Luckily, Jarrek and Filia were too engaged with each other to notice her slip up, and bizarrely Amelia and Zel seemed to missing. It was just, it was really like seeing him for the first time, and she had forgotten how attractive he was...

Stupid dreams! She huffed inwardly, pulling herself together and throwing on an easy grin as she trudged over the sands to meet them.

"Wow, Gourry." She stated, blushing despite her best efforts. "You can sure pull off red, who knew."

"Awe, you pull it off better." He replied easily, and Lina's blush deepened. Xelloss grinned, pleased at both her embarrassment and the site of Jarrek in a long blond wig. This was going to be fun!

"T... thanks Gourry..." She stammered, growling inwardly and pulling herself together once more. "Like the clothes too!"

"Huh? What clothes?" He looked down briefly and sure enough he found himself in a blue ruffled dress. "What? Xelloss, when did you do that?"

"Oh just one of my many odd skills." He muttered wanly, leaning on his staff with a grin. "Now, watch this..."

He disappeared, only to reappear as "Xella Ose" and grin as he felt the horror radiating off Jarrek.

"She's... he's... you..." Jarrek sputtered in horror, as Xelloss fanned himself, giving the perverted gold a little wink.

"Just showing off..." Filia growled her hand twitching as she restrained herself from grabbing her mace.

Xelloss let out a little feminine twitter and Lina sighed dryly.

"Why do I get the feeling I really don't want to know?"



"And now..." Amelia murmured softly, for the twelfth time, as she leaned in shyly, her cheeks scarlet and her heart racing for the twelfth time. "Mouth-to-mouth... um... mouth-to-mouth..."

She pulled back, taking a deep breath to steady herself and leaned in to try once more, she could do this; she was nearly eighteen, now worries. Justice demanded that she do this, come on Amelia...

She leaned in once more, her lips inches from his...

"Well..." A seductive feminine drawl spoke up and Amelia sat up with a start. "What do we have here?"

The princess turned to find herself surrounded by a group of no less than twenty women, all of them sporting bows, save the once speaking down to her.

She had a staff, and that was the last thing Amelia saw before she was knocked out by it.