The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Anime Multiverse Chapter 2

Author's notes: You know the drill, so I won't go into detail, because it's the same as before.

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The Guide Entry on Ctarl Ctarl: One of the high powers in the universe, and they'll be the first to tell you. If you want to fight one: forget it. The Ctarl Ctarl are a race of people who are a across between humans and tigers. They are extremely strong , fast and agile, and with the fazes of the moon, they can grow in size, power, ect; so being on Blue Heaven is the only pace you'll be safe from that type of power. While some people have priories over others, the Cltar Cltar have priority over EVERYONE. When it comes to eating, they could put most sayians to shame, for protein is the key to their power, requiring them to consume enough food to feed a entire regiment of burly not-too-bright marines. On no account let a Cltar Cltar sing to you.

Ryan was be dragged not too gently to the bridge by both his legs. When they entered he was thrown right before Lady Aisha who stared at him with contempt, bulging with physical power (she had just eaten). "Well, well, just as I thought, a hitchhiker. Now I will make this brief and to the point, I'm not running a taxi service for degenerate freeloaders. You can make up for this heinous offence by telling me the whereabouts of Hilda."

" Hot Ice Hilda? I haven't seen her for months. Not since we played Quarters and I had to be dragged back to her ship to get over a hangover." He said honestly. "How incompetent do you think I am?!" Aisha snarled. "You don't want me to answer that." The Ctarl Ctarl slammed her fist on the arm rest of her chair and snarled. " Okay, maybe your being honest, but I'm going to hold you for more questioning, but first, I'll perform a little ballad I've recently worked up."

A few minutes later, Ryan was sitting in a "musical apretation" chair: strapped in. There where wires connected to his temples, ears and chest, to heighten the melody. Sweat creased his brow as Aisha sat at a grand piano and turned on a micro phone and began to sing.

" If Ctarl Ctarl ruled the un-verse!"

Pain racked Ryan's body, it was worst than he feared. His hands gripped the chair's arms and made indents as Aisha continued.

"Iiiit's what I'd like to see-e-ee. 'Cause everyone in the universe would be before my claws."

Our hero began to convulse with pain as she un-mercilessly continued her "singing."

"I wouldn't have to give right of way. I wouldn't have to follow orders. 'Cause all would bow down before me in total abject fear."

"Neeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!" Ryan shrieked.

" All the handsome hunks would worship at my feet. I could have anyone of them, even Marron Glace!"

She continued with the horrible song that was so awful that Beethoven would have rolled over in his grave. After words she bowed before her captive audience, while the unfortunate hitchhiker lolled in his seat. The guys down below cheered her, and showered her with praise, Ryan noticed that they where all wearing ear plugs.

"Wow, you're the first to live through verse 13!Now, I'll let you go, if you….tell me how you like my singing! Be totally honest, now."

She smirked devilishly at him. Knowing being honest would get him killed, Ryan decided to make something up, and quick.

"I liked it. It's steady flow, and rhythmic pace…uh it's melodious notes where like the sweetest fruit. It would have made the Muses envious, and..uh… it can be compared to the beauty of a sunset." He flashed her a winning smile, while mentally wishing someone would shoot him for letting that load of mealy mouthed crap escape his lips.

"Thank you! Now throw him in the brig!!!" she ordered as A burly male Ctarl Ctarl clutched Ryan by his throat and ripped him out of the chair with out undoing the straps first. As Ryan was being hauled off, her scanners picked up the trace of an approaching ship.

The guard hurled Ryan into a dank cell and went off to mindlessly perform his duties like a good peon. As the young researcher sat, he knew only something freak occurrence of something highly improbable would get him out of being Aisha's personal song test dummy. Fortunately this is the Anime universe.

It was by a slim chance of coincidence that the Galaxy Police ship Yugami was patrolling the area. By some foolish miscalculation on the part of 1st Class Detective Mihoshi, the ship rammed into Aisha's battle cruiser, cutting off power and letting the door to the brig cell occupied by Ryan swing invitingly open. Being the polite person he is, Ryan took the invitation by the inoperable portal and ran for the ship bay, using the opportunity to escape to Blue Heaven while Aisha savored hearing the repeated and almost whimpering apologies of Detective Kiyone and her partner.

Think he had got off Scott free Ryan ran up to the door and.. ran slap bag into it. Berating himself for not checking to see if the door was automatic or not. There was no knob, touch panel or button. The door was defiantly an auto. As he pondered why the door hadn't given him right of way, a holographic bald male humanoid wearing a blue jumpsuit and a cheesy smile appeared. Ryan groaned when he saw the large Shinra symbol on his forehead, it was one of their delightful door security systems.

Guide entry for Shinra: A bunch of mindless jerks who will be the first against the wall when the revolution comes. At this time though, they are one of the largest and richest corporations in the multiverses. By chance a copy of the Encyclopedia Anima fell through a wormhole and when read it defined Shinra as: A bunch of mindless jerks who were the first against the wall when the revolution (led by some guy with spiky blond hair and impossibly large sword,) came.

"Greetings honored traveler, may I have the pass code for this door?" he asked in a ultra friendly tone. "I don't know it, look I'm in a hurry, please let me through." Of course the holo pass word man refused and stuck to his programming. After much debate, Ryan decided that this pointless banter was getting him nowhere and began to kick the password projection's interactive rear. After a brutal beating, the hitchhiker felt ashamed and propping up the half conscious man said in his politest tone, "Could you please let me through, old friend." The man immediately stood up strait, his cheesy smile plastered on his face again. "Left hook ,right cross, jab to stomach, knee to solar plexus, another left hook, drop kick to the rear, 'Could you please let me through old friend.' Have a nice day and a safe journey. Ryan sweat dropped and grabbed a drop shuttle, head for Blue Heaven.

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