Cha: I love this chapter with a passion.....
Puda: More than you love Treize-sama?
Chiron: More than you love Farfarello?
Puda: More than you love Yohji-kun?
Chiron: More than you love Tasuki?
Puda: More than you love Lestat?
Chiron: More than you love Raistlin?
Puda: More than you love Michael?
Chiron: More than you love the other Michael?
Cha: SHADDAP!!!!!! FICCING TO BE DONE!!!!
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Kanpeki:
Destruction in Milan
Milan. Trowa looked over the city, his face expressionless. They had rented a room at an
inn on the outskirts of town for the night, both eager to rest. Wufei had already claimed the shared
bath, and from the looks of it, would be there sometime. He didn't mind though. He was enjoying
watching the sun set over the city, shadows flickering as darkness slowly claimed the land.
/I wonder if Quatre has ever been to Milan. God, he'd love it here. All of the pilots would
love it here, even Heero. But Quatre would love it especially. He'd have so much fun trying to see
everything. I wonder if he's okay. There's been no word or anything from anyone. I hate to admit it,
but I'm worried about him./ Trowa leaned over the balcony, and sighed.
"Trowa?" Wufei's voice came from the doorway to their shared room. He turned, and
raised his eyebrows at the sight of Wufei in a button down white shirt with khakis.
"What, no Chinese pajamas?" he quipped, using the term Duo had created to describe
Wufei's usual attire.
"These are more functional."
"I see." Trowa turned, and went back to staring over the city. He was vaguely aware of
Wufei leaning against the balcony as well.
"You're thinking about them, aren't you?" It was more of a statement then a question.
Trowa glanced at the Chinese boy, and nodded.
"Yeah, I guess I am."
"It's alright to miss them. I won't think you weak or anything. Frankly, I miss them too."
At this, Trowa looked at Wufei with wide eyes.
"I thought you didn't like the others," he teased quietly.
Wufei shrugged. "I thought I didn't either. I guess I just got used to them being there.
It's different without them. Quieter."
"It's always quieter without Duo."
"You have a point." He laughed. "But there's nothing we can do to save them until we get
to Alexandria-"
"And find out how to perform the Ritual of Kanpeki," Trowa finished. Silence fell over the
boys once more. Suddenly, Wufei's stomach made a rather loud growling noise.
"Hungry?" he asked Trowa, who just smiled. "What?"
"I've never heard you actually admit to being hungry before, Wufei. Duo's usually the one
complaining about food," Trowa replied, standing up. "But now that you mention it, I am."
"Then let's go." The two boys made their way downstairs to the restaurant, located on the
first floor of the inn.
Downstairs, the restaurant was practically empty, save for a small party at a corner table,
two middle-aged men, and an adolescent girl at the bar. A waitress showed Trowa and Wufei to a
table, and handed them menus, which, unfortunately, were in Italian. Trowa couldn't help but to
suppress a laugh as he saw Wufei's reaction upon opening the menu.
"Now you know how we felt when you took us to that Chinese restaurant," he whispered
across the table.
"That was Maxwell's idea, not mine. He decided that we should all try different foods.
Just tell me what the menu says." Wufei squirmed uncomfortably in his seat.
"I'll do one better; I'll order you what I know is good, and you'll eat and be happy." Wufei
narrowed his eyes at the grinning Trowa, who seemed to be having too much fun entirely.
"Excuse me, Sirs? Are you ready to order?" the waitress asked.
"Ah, yes, I'll have the Fettuccini Alfredo and my friend will have," Trowa paused and
glanced at the menu, grinning wickedly, "the Calamari."
"And to drink?"
"Two glasses of Chianti, if you please."
"Is that all, Sir?"
"Yes, gratzie." Trowa and Wufei handed the waitress back the menus, and she hurried off.
After she was out of hearing range, Wufei hissed at Trowa,
"What did you just order?!"
"Italian food." Wufei glared at the boy, who just leaned back in his chair. "Relax Wufei,
it's nothing you haven't eaten before."
"Why do I not believe you?"
"Because I have the advantage." The waitress arrived then, carrying the glasses and the
Chianti on a tray. She set the glasses down, and poured the wine. The girl started to leave with the
bottle, but Trowa halted her.
"Leave the wine." She nodded, and placed the wine on the table. Wufei picked up a
glass, and sniffed it carefully.
"What the hell is this?" he asked, waving the glass around. The wine swished about inside,
and he could have sworn Trowa had rolled his eyes.
"Chianti. A toast?" The brown-haired boy raised his glass slightly, and Wufei did the
same.
"A toast then. To the others," Wufei said softly.
"To the others. May their lives be a hell of a lot less confusing than ours." They clinked
their glasses together, and took a sip of the wine. Wufei's eyes widened in surprise. This was actually
good. Not like that disgusting crap Maxwell had made them drink. Wufei took another sip, and
smiled. "Like it?" Trowa asked.
"It's better than that stuff Maxwell made us drink."
"Just don't let it go to your head. I know that you have no tolerance for alcohol." Trowa
sighed contentedly. He remembered now why he had enjoyed coming to Italy with the circus troupe.
It just had that effect on him, the way it welcomed you in, asking no questions except for the
occasional 'Who is your Don?'
The waitress brought their food, and Wufei looked surprised at his dish. "Squid?"
"I've seen you eat it before," Trowa said, sprinkling cheese on his Fettuccini.
"Yes, but not like this," Wufei picked up a fork, and took a sample bite of the Calamari.
"Like it?"
"It's not bad." Wufei took another bite, and smiled, "It's not bad at all."
The two pilots continued eating, occasionally having short conversations about exactly
how they were going to get to Alexandria, how they would find the Archives, and the tomes. Trowa
wouldn't let Wufei drink the Chianti too quickly, saying that he, 'did not want a drunk Wufei on his
hands again.' Wufei had agreed, saying only that the hangover the next morning had been deadly.
Trowa just shrugged, remembering the embarrassment he had felt when Wufei had proceeded to
stand on the table, and lecture about Confucius in Chinese.
Suddenly, the door to the inn burst open, and a shadowed man walked in, followed by two
pale, quivering women. He sauntered over to the bar, a cocky smile on his face, and leaned in close the
girl who was calmly drinking a glass of something dark.
"It's no fun to drink alone, eh, Hakai?" the man whispered into her ear.
"Leave me be, Sodo. I am not in the mood to deal with you," the girl said harshly, and went
back to her drink.
"What, sad that you aren't one of Ja'aku's chosen? Does the thought of rejection make the
poor little Hakai upset? It's not too late, you know. You could still come with me, to Ja'aku. Be my
bride. After all," the man leaned in closer to her, "Havoc and Destruction belong together, wouldn't
you say?" At the mention of Ja'aku, both Trowa and Wufei perked their ears. The girl turned, and
faced the grinning man. The look on her face gave a clear warning that she was not to be trifled with.
"Upset? Never. Go with you? Over my dead body. Be your bride? When the Nine Hells
grow lilacs. And for the record, there are only three people that Destruction works with."
"And who might they be, dear Hakai?"
"Death himself, and the Shukumei Twins. Tell that to your master." She smirked at the
man, and turned back to her drink. But Sodo was not to be put off so easily.
"He will be your master someday. Ja'aku will win. And then, where will you be? Cowering
all alone, no one to stand by you. Oh, the poor little Hakai! Whatever will I do?!" The man pranced
around, mocking Hakai. Wufei watched as the girl's grip on the glass grew tense, the veins on her
hands, showing.
Hakai suddenly slammed the glass down. "That is quite enough, Sodo." Wufei noticed
that the stone floor of the inn was beginning to shake.
Sodo grabbed the girl, and pulled her towards him, until she was practically touching his
lips with hers. "It is never enough." He jammed his lips against hers, in a rough kiss. An instant later,
she shoved him into the wall.
"Do. Not. Ever. Defile my body with your touch again." Hakai's voice was deadly calm,
and her expression alone had caused both Trowa and Wufei to rise from their table. The floor was
shaking still, more violently than before. Sodo stumbled to his feet, and grinned at the girl.
"I'll do what I like." He advanced toward Hakai again. Sodo stopped abruptly, at the
feeling of a slight tap on his shoulder. He turned, and Wufei's fist connected squarely with Sodo's
nose. The force from the punch alone had sent Sodo careening into the wall on the other side of the
room, and before he had a chance to recover, Wufei pulled him up from the floor. Sodo quickly found
himself face to face with a very annoyed Chinese boy.
"Leave. Now," Wufei hissed into the man's bruised and bleeding face. He let go of Sodo,
turned, and walked back to their table. Trowa was still standing there, a dumbfounded expression on
his face as his friend went back to his Calamari.
Sodo managed to collect himself off of the floor, and quickly exited the inn, followed by his
two lackeys. The girl remained where she was, her eyes following Wufei as he went back to his table.
Hakai quickly made her decision. She walked over to them, grabbed an extra chair from a nearby
table, spun it around, and plopped down, facing backwards. In a calm, collected voice, she spoke,
"Just who the hell are you and how long have you been hanging out with Shi?"
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Taj Mahal
"I want my body back."
Zenryo stared at the blue-haired teenager that stood before him. He narrowed his eyes, ]
trying to sense some good within the being.
"Stop that and listen to me, Zenryo."
"Why should I listen to you, Dark One?"
"Because when it all comes down to it, who's holding the umbrella? Me. Not you. Me. I
have the advantage, and I will be damned if I let you win."
"But Dark One, you don't have an umbrella."
The boy sighed, and rolled his eyes. "That's not the point."
"What is the point, Dark One?"
"I WANT MY BODY BACK!!!!!" Zenryo leaned back, startled. He regained his
composure quickly, and smiled slightly.
"I'm afraid I that I cannot grant you your desire at the moment, Dark One."
"I have a name, Zenryo. Shi. How hard is it to say one little syllable? And do you think
that I give a flying fuck as to whether or not you want to 'grant me my desire?' It's not a desire, it's a
demand," Shi hissed to the immortal, who just looked bored.
"Shi then. I still cannot grant your demand. You see, this body fits me very well. The soul
is pure, despite your obvious corruption. I am very happy with this host," Zenryo said with a smirk
and leaned back in his marble throne.
"Don't try and look smug; Duo just doesn't do that look well. Evil, yes. Demonic, yes.
Giddy, yes. Not smug. And I have not corrupted him. He came that way."
Zenryo winced as Duo let loose with some very creative cursing at Shi. Hush Duo, this
does not concern you.
The hell it doesn't. It's my body after all.
No. It isn't your body anymore. It is mine.
"Are you even listening to me, Prissy Boy?"
"Yes. I had a momentary disturbance. I apologize."
"Duo's giving you hell, isn't he?" Shi flashed a fanged grin at the thought of his best friend
ranting and raving at the purely good and innocent immortal.
"It is not your concern."
"It is too. And Zenryo?"
"What Shi?"
"The only thing preventing me from coming up there and breaking your neck, is the fact
that it's Duo's neck. Be glad of that. Or else, you'd be dead."
"I cannot die. I am an immortal."
"But you get the general idea."
"No."
Duo watched in fascination through Zenryo's eyes as Shi's hair began to glow an
unnatural blue.
"I really hate dealing with you, Prissy Boy. You're such a little son of a bitch. Can't give a
guy a straight answer, no, that would be easy. Have to answer cryptically. Well ya know what, Prissy
Boy?" Zenryo blinked for a second, and realized that Shi had disappeared. He suddenly felt an icy
breath on the back of his neck. "I'm sick and tired of putting up with your shit. Remember, when you
deal with Death, there is no win or lose. There is only lose."
Zenryo slowly turned around, and faced the hungry eyes of Shi, who was floating upside
down above him, his head, directly behind his own. "What are you doing?"
"My host is a vampire, Zenryo. Vampires drink blood. Living things have blood. Duo is
alive. Duo has blood. Therefore, me, being a vampire, can eat you, a human, for lunch. Do we have an
understanding?"
Zenryo stared back at Shi, who was licking his lips hungrily. "You would not."
"I would. And this isn't Shi anymore. It's Michael. I have not fed for so long. Duo would
satisfy my needs superbly. Then, when I have drained the last bit of blood from his body, I will slit my
wrist, and give my blood to him. Duo will die then, to be reborn as one of my kind. I have no qualms
about doing this. My soul calls for blood, and the thirst must be quenched," Michael hissed, and he
opened his mouth ever so slightly to reveal two, long, sharp fangs.
"My quarrel is not with Michael. It is with Shi." Zenryo raised a hand to push Michael
away, but the other boy shoved it down. He brought his head lower, until his mouth rested dead even
with Zenryo's neck.
"Shi, do not do this," Zenryo pleaded. He could not stand the thought of being touched by
this foul creature of darkness. Michael opened his mouth wider, and plunged his fangs into the neck
of the quivering boy. Warm blood filled he vampire' mouth, quenching his thirst.
Zenryo could feel his host's life force being sucked away by the boy. Duo cried out in
mental and physical anguish. Suddenly, Michael broke away from Zenryo's neck, and grinned
impishly.
HE BIT ME!!!!! THAT LITTLE MOTHER FUCKING DICKHEAD BIT ME!!!!! Duo
yelped very loudly. Zenryo grimaced at the sound, and tried to focus his attentions on the upside
down Shi that had just bitten him.
"Sorry Duo, but I had to get Prissy Boy's attention somehow," the vampire said with a
smug expression on his face.
"That was uncalled for, Shi," Zenryo whispered, his voice shaking as he rubbed the
wounds on his neck.
"No it wasn't. I told ya, just give me my body back, and no one gets hurt. You obviously
didn't get my explanation, so I bit ya. Now, can I have my body back?" Shi began to float back to his
original position on the floor, rather than the air.
"No. Leave my sanctuary and do not return, filthy creature of darkness." Zenryo rose, a
pointed a finger at Shi, who just laughed.
"And what do you plan on doing to me if I refuse?" the vampire said with a laugh. "For
one, I'm an immortal. Me no can die. Second, I'm using a vampire for a host body. You no can kill.
Third, you're in a human body. You can die. Are we getting the idea?"
"Begone, child of hate!" A blinding ball of light leapt from Zenryo's finger, spiraled
towards Shi, who just flicked it away.
"Pathetic. Look, let's just get this over with. You give me Duo, I leave. No more questions
asked. Agreed?"
"No."
Shi sighed. "Fine, we'll do this the hard way. I'll leave you and Duo alone, to try and take
over the world. Then I'll go join up with the Twins of Shukumei, and kick your ass at a later date,
alright?"
"That is a splendid agreement. I wish you the best of luck."
"Then sayonara, Zenryo." Shi turned to leave, but paused for a moment. "Oh, and Zenryo?
Duo does not do the scholarly thing well, so don't try and pull it off."
"I will remember that, Dark One. Now leave me." Zenryo waved his hand, as if dismissing
a servant. Shi rolled his eyes, then took off running at a break neck speed into the rising sun.
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New York City
"So let me get this straight, Sodo. You went to Italy, tracked down Hakai, which was a
major no-no in the first place, pissed her off, idiotic of you, kissed her, incredibly dumb of you, pissed
off some Chinese guy, got punched in the face by the Chinese guy and came back here to waste my
time with your pathetic whining?" Ja'aku looked up from the Jacuzzi, where he soaked with Kiken,
Byoki, and Itami, three of his followers that had chosen exceptionally beautiful hosts.
"Yes, Milord." Sodo said, bowing his head to Ja'aku. "Forgive my insolence, Master, it was
a mistake to think that I could bring Hakai back with me." He raised his head, and paused for a
moment, to see if he had Ja'aku's full attention. "I was doing this for you, Milord. I felt that one with
such a taste in hosts would be appreciated by you. I felt that I was doing you a favour. Please, I beg of
you. Show mercy to this pathetic-"
"Oh, cut the crap, Sodo," Ja'aku said, tossing his champagne glass at Sodo's head. The
immortal let it shatter on his head, and ignored the mixture of blood and alcohol that ran down his
face. Itami let out a giggle, and Ja'aku stroked her hair thoughtfully. "Now, little Itami, tell me, what
would you do if you were in Sodo's position. Enlighten us with your wisdom."
"Well Sah," Itami began, the southern accent of her host appearing when she spoke, "I
wouldn't have gahne after this Hakai woman in the fahst place. I'd have come straight to you, Sah, and
let loose a pain curse on her the moment she cahme into view. Does mah ansah please, mah Sah?"
Itami grinned at Ja'aku. He smiled, and tilted her lips towards him to place a delicate kiss upon them.
"Of course, my tortuous little Itami. Your answer pleases me greatly." He leaned back,
and stared at Sodo coldly.
"And what would you and Byoki do, my Kiken? Would you fly to me as well, as Itami as
sworn, or go to Hakai, as my foolish Sodo has done? Come now, my dears, don't be meek," Ja'aku said,
now grinning as the two other girls pressed their nude bodies to him, squealing and giggling.
"Your grace, I think of nothing but your pleasure! To even consider finding the
whore-goddess called Hakai would be unthinkable! Please my lord, allow me to punish Sodo for his
stupidity. He should not be allowed to befoul the air of your sanctuary!" Kiken said, giggling and
smiling as she nuzzled closer to her god.
"What about you, Byoki?" The red haired girl thought for a moment before answering in
a soft, yet harsh tone.
"Ja'aku, my sovereign, I cannot imagine what could drive one of your followers to seek out
another immortal. To think of abandoning you with your angelic form for a flea bitten wretch is
against all reason. Sodo should be severely punished for his crime against your sinful beauty." She
stopped, and grinned evilly at Sodo before finishing. "I would be honored if you would leave the
punishing to me."
"I'm sure you would, Byoki, I'm sure you would. But," Ja'aku said as he untangled the
three girls from him, "I would like to converse with Sodo alone now, so if you'll excuse me." Ja'aku
began to climb out of the pool, much to the dismay of the girls. "Don't fret; I'll be back soon." He
kissed each of the girls on the head, before getting out of the pool completely.
"Akui, my robe," Ja'aku said, beckoning for the immortal to bring him the silken garment.
She slipped it over his shoulders, as he marveled once more at the wonderful human sensation known
as touch. "Thank you, my sweet." Akui nodded, and Ja'aku led Sodo to an area where black curtains
covered the massive windows. He pulled a cord, and the curtains slid back, revealing a spectacular
view.
"Sodo, tell me why I continue to put up with your idiocies," Ja'aku said unemotionally.
"Because I am a loyal and powerful follower whose aide to your cause cannot be equaled,"
Sodo replied with absolute honesty.
"NO!!" Ja'aku roared, whirling around, "That is NOT the reason I permit your existence!!
The only reason, mind you, the ONLY reason I continue to allow you to follow me as one of my
disciples is that at one time, before Hakai, you were the most loyal of them all! THAT is the only
reason I let you live!" Sodo watched as the immortal, trapped, as he saw it in an teenager's body,
turned to face the windows.
"Milord, I apologize-" Sodo began, but was silenced by a glare from Akui, who was
watching him intently.
"Shut up Sodo. Just shut up. I want you to listen very carefully, do you understand?" He
didn't wait for Sodo to give an answer before continuing. "I want you to go out into the city, and find
yourself a nice whore, okay? Find yourself a nice whore and fuck her good. Fuck her til she dies. And
then, I want you to take the body of your dead whore to Times Square, and proclaim that you worship
me with such vigor, that every building directly surrounding the area shatters. Do you understand me,
Sodo?"
"Yes," Sodo said in quiet voice.
"And then, and only then, do you dare to return to me Sodo, got that? I don't want to see
you face, or smell your shit til you can come back here, bearing the body of your dead whore in your
arms. Do we have an understanding?"
"Yes."
"Then get the fuck out of here! I don't want you to return until you've completed your
tasks! LEAVE!! NOW!!" Ja'aku screamed at Sodo, who quickly left the apartment, frightened by the
immortal's anger.
After he was gone, Akui approached her master with caution, not wanting to disturb him.
"Come here, Akui," he whispered, his host's voice hoarse. She went to him, and wrapped her arms
about his scantily clad form. "Where did I go wrong with him, Akui?"
"It was not your fault, My Lord," she told him softly, kissing his soft hair. Ja'aku sighed,
and turned to face Akui.
"I want you to follow Sodo. Follow him, but do not let him be aware of your presence.
Follow him and make sure he cares out my orders with efficiency." Akui nodded, and slipped away
from Ja'aku. She left the apartment silently, and pursued Sodo through the night.
Ja'aku turned away from the window, and closed his eyes. /Damn that Sodo! Damn him a
thousand times for troubling my thoughts! Damn him for interrupting my plans!/ He looked out once
more over the brightly lit city before turning back to his three buxom beauties that were awaiting his
return to the Jacuzzi.
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Rio Di Janeiro
Tsuriai walked through the streets of Rio Di Janeiro, a slight grin on his face. He did like
this human skin, the way one could experience the foolish little human world in all its glory. And
what a day to experience life. The sun was out, and shone down warmly on his human skin.
Heero, Tsuriai asked softly. He waited for a moment, expecting a harsh reply.
What is it? Heero said, at last, his voice weary.
I was only going to comment on Taiyou Nikkou's light. It's exquisite. In truth, Tsuriai
was surprised. Heero had never actually replied to him before today. This was progress.
What is Taiyou Nikkou?
Taiyou Nikkou is the Sun. She's very pleasant to be around.
I thought you were in exile.
A frown passed over Tsuriai's face. This was before.
I see.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Tsuriai felt as Heero's entire being froze, and silenced. What is it? he asked, frowning
slightly.
Relena Peacecraft. A wince.
Who is she?
An extremely annoying brat that is obsessed with me.
What should we do?
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" That
annoying voice again.
You're asking my advice?
Tsuriai could almost hear Heero sigh. Yes.
Run. Like. Hell.
Unfortunately, with the last word, Relena tackled Heero.
"HEERO!!!" she exclaimed gleefully, "Why didn't you answer me? Or my calls? Or my
letters? Or my e-mails? Or my telegrams? Oh well, that's not important now!! You obviously
remembered that I was coming here and decided to come and meet me, didn't you Heero? Heero?"
Tsuriai searched through Heero's mind at a frantic pace. Yes, there were memories of this
Relena, torn letters and death threats. He realized that Heero usually solved the Relena problem by
pointing a gun at her head and threatening to kill her. But this didn't seem to be the situation where
one would pull a gun in the middle of Rio Di Janeiro. And he wasn't carrying a weapon.
Heero, do you have any advice?
Run. Like. Hell.
I don't think that will work. Anything else?
You could kill her? There was a touch of hopefulness in Heero's voice.
No, I can't. It's a public place.
Be sugary sweet to her. It will confuse the bitch to no end.
"HEERO!!!!!!!" Relena screamed in Tsuriai's ear, "CAN YOU HEAR ME???????"
Owwww, Heero winced.
Owwww, Tsuriai winced.
"Of course I can hear you, Relena darling! How are you this fine morning?" Tsuriai wanted
to puke at the sound of his voice. But it seemed to be working. Relena looked dumbfounded.
You make me sick, Heero commented.
I make myself sick, replied Tsuriai, But now I have a plan.
What?
"Heero, I'm just wonderful, How are you today? It's such a surprise to see you!"
"I'm so much better now that you're here, Dearest. I came down here just to see you while
you were on vacation! I'm glad that you're surprised." Gag.
So, Tsuriai, what's your plan?
Ever heard of Settoku?
Persuasion? What do you mean?
I'm summoning Settoku. She'll be more useful to us as a host.
Will she be as annoying?
No.
Go for it.
"Oh, Relena, let's go for a walk to together, out in the park, shall we, and then up to the
mountains! It'll be so wonderful to be able to spend time alone with you!"
"Heero, that's a wonderful idea!!"
If she tries to kiss me, I'm killing her, Heero grumbled, and Tsuriai agreed.
If she tries to kiss me, I'm killing myself. It's bad enough having to listen to her and have
her hugging me like I'm some sort of teddy bear.
Disgusting.
Tsuriai nodded slightly, not enough for the gleeful Relena to notice, but enough for Heero
to get the message. He continued on, and began to plot out the plan in its entirety.
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Cha: So, how do you like so far?
Puda: She has no clue when part four will be up....
Chiron: Because she's preoccupied with that other fic... And it's not the werewolf one!!!!! Or vampyres!!
Cha: I've noticed that I write only AU. This could be a bad thing....
Puda: No it's not...
Chiron: REVIEWING!!!!!
Puda: More than you love Treize-sama?
Chiron: More than you love Farfarello?
Puda: More than you love Yohji-kun?
Chiron: More than you love Tasuki?
Puda: More than you love Lestat?
Chiron: More than you love Raistlin?
Puda: More than you love Michael?
Chiron: More than you love the other Michael?
Cha: SHADDAP!!!!!! FICCING TO BE DONE!!!!
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Kanpeki:
Destruction in Milan
Milan. Trowa looked over the city, his face expressionless. They had rented a room at an
inn on the outskirts of town for the night, both eager to rest. Wufei had already claimed the shared
bath, and from the looks of it, would be there sometime. He didn't mind though. He was enjoying
watching the sun set over the city, shadows flickering as darkness slowly claimed the land.
/I wonder if Quatre has ever been to Milan. God, he'd love it here. All of the pilots would
love it here, even Heero. But Quatre would love it especially. He'd have so much fun trying to see
everything. I wonder if he's okay. There's been no word or anything from anyone. I hate to admit it,
but I'm worried about him./ Trowa leaned over the balcony, and sighed.
"Trowa?" Wufei's voice came from the doorway to their shared room. He turned, and
raised his eyebrows at the sight of Wufei in a button down white shirt with khakis.
"What, no Chinese pajamas?" he quipped, using the term Duo had created to describe
Wufei's usual attire.
"These are more functional."
"I see." Trowa turned, and went back to staring over the city. He was vaguely aware of
Wufei leaning against the balcony as well.
"You're thinking about them, aren't you?" It was more of a statement then a question.
Trowa glanced at the Chinese boy, and nodded.
"Yeah, I guess I am."
"It's alright to miss them. I won't think you weak or anything. Frankly, I miss them too."
At this, Trowa looked at Wufei with wide eyes.
"I thought you didn't like the others," he teased quietly.
Wufei shrugged. "I thought I didn't either. I guess I just got used to them being there.
It's different without them. Quieter."
"It's always quieter without Duo."
"You have a point." He laughed. "But there's nothing we can do to save them until we get
to Alexandria-"
"And find out how to perform the Ritual of Kanpeki," Trowa finished. Silence fell over the
boys once more. Suddenly, Wufei's stomach made a rather loud growling noise.
"Hungry?" he asked Trowa, who just smiled. "What?"
"I've never heard you actually admit to being hungry before, Wufei. Duo's usually the one
complaining about food," Trowa replied, standing up. "But now that you mention it, I am."
"Then let's go." The two boys made their way downstairs to the restaurant, located on the
first floor of the inn.
Downstairs, the restaurant was practically empty, save for a small party at a corner table,
two middle-aged men, and an adolescent girl at the bar. A waitress showed Trowa and Wufei to a
table, and handed them menus, which, unfortunately, were in Italian. Trowa couldn't help but to
suppress a laugh as he saw Wufei's reaction upon opening the menu.
"Now you know how we felt when you took us to that Chinese restaurant," he whispered
across the table.
"That was Maxwell's idea, not mine. He decided that we should all try different foods.
Just tell me what the menu says." Wufei squirmed uncomfortably in his seat.
"I'll do one better; I'll order you what I know is good, and you'll eat and be happy." Wufei
narrowed his eyes at the grinning Trowa, who seemed to be having too much fun entirely.
"Excuse me, Sirs? Are you ready to order?" the waitress asked.
"Ah, yes, I'll have the Fettuccini Alfredo and my friend will have," Trowa paused and
glanced at the menu, grinning wickedly, "the Calamari."
"And to drink?"
"Two glasses of Chianti, if you please."
"Is that all, Sir?"
"Yes, gratzie." Trowa and Wufei handed the waitress back the menus, and she hurried off.
After she was out of hearing range, Wufei hissed at Trowa,
"What did you just order?!"
"Italian food." Wufei glared at the boy, who just leaned back in his chair. "Relax Wufei,
it's nothing you haven't eaten before."
"Why do I not believe you?"
"Because I have the advantage." The waitress arrived then, carrying the glasses and the
Chianti on a tray. She set the glasses down, and poured the wine. The girl started to leave with the
bottle, but Trowa halted her.
"Leave the wine." She nodded, and placed the wine on the table. Wufei picked up a
glass, and sniffed it carefully.
"What the hell is this?" he asked, waving the glass around. The wine swished about inside,
and he could have sworn Trowa had rolled his eyes.
"Chianti. A toast?" The brown-haired boy raised his glass slightly, and Wufei did the
same.
"A toast then. To the others," Wufei said softly.
"To the others. May their lives be a hell of a lot less confusing than ours." They clinked
their glasses together, and took a sip of the wine. Wufei's eyes widened in surprise. This was actually
good. Not like that disgusting crap Maxwell had made them drink. Wufei took another sip, and
smiled. "Like it?" Trowa asked.
"It's better than that stuff Maxwell made us drink."
"Just don't let it go to your head. I know that you have no tolerance for alcohol." Trowa
sighed contentedly. He remembered now why he had enjoyed coming to Italy with the circus troupe.
It just had that effect on him, the way it welcomed you in, asking no questions except for the
occasional 'Who is your Don?'
The waitress brought their food, and Wufei looked surprised at his dish. "Squid?"
"I've seen you eat it before," Trowa said, sprinkling cheese on his Fettuccini.
"Yes, but not like this," Wufei picked up a fork, and took a sample bite of the Calamari.
"Like it?"
"It's not bad." Wufei took another bite, and smiled, "It's not bad at all."
The two pilots continued eating, occasionally having short conversations about exactly
how they were going to get to Alexandria, how they would find the Archives, and the tomes. Trowa
wouldn't let Wufei drink the Chianti too quickly, saying that he, 'did not want a drunk Wufei on his
hands again.' Wufei had agreed, saying only that the hangover the next morning had been deadly.
Trowa just shrugged, remembering the embarrassment he had felt when Wufei had proceeded to
stand on the table, and lecture about Confucius in Chinese.
Suddenly, the door to the inn burst open, and a shadowed man walked in, followed by two
pale, quivering women. He sauntered over to the bar, a cocky smile on his face, and leaned in close the
girl who was calmly drinking a glass of something dark.
"It's no fun to drink alone, eh, Hakai?" the man whispered into her ear.
"Leave me be, Sodo. I am not in the mood to deal with you," the girl said harshly, and went
back to her drink.
"What, sad that you aren't one of Ja'aku's chosen? Does the thought of rejection make the
poor little Hakai upset? It's not too late, you know. You could still come with me, to Ja'aku. Be my
bride. After all," the man leaned in closer to her, "Havoc and Destruction belong together, wouldn't
you say?" At the mention of Ja'aku, both Trowa and Wufei perked their ears. The girl turned, and
faced the grinning man. The look on her face gave a clear warning that she was not to be trifled with.
"Upset? Never. Go with you? Over my dead body. Be your bride? When the Nine Hells
grow lilacs. And for the record, there are only three people that Destruction works with."
"And who might they be, dear Hakai?"
"Death himself, and the Shukumei Twins. Tell that to your master." She smirked at the
man, and turned back to her drink. But Sodo was not to be put off so easily.
"He will be your master someday. Ja'aku will win. And then, where will you be? Cowering
all alone, no one to stand by you. Oh, the poor little Hakai! Whatever will I do?!" The man pranced
around, mocking Hakai. Wufei watched as the girl's grip on the glass grew tense, the veins on her
hands, showing.
Hakai suddenly slammed the glass down. "That is quite enough, Sodo." Wufei noticed
that the stone floor of the inn was beginning to shake.
Sodo grabbed the girl, and pulled her towards him, until she was practically touching his
lips with hers. "It is never enough." He jammed his lips against hers, in a rough kiss. An instant later,
she shoved him into the wall.
"Do. Not. Ever. Defile my body with your touch again." Hakai's voice was deadly calm,
and her expression alone had caused both Trowa and Wufei to rise from their table. The floor was
shaking still, more violently than before. Sodo stumbled to his feet, and grinned at the girl.
"I'll do what I like." He advanced toward Hakai again. Sodo stopped abruptly, at the
feeling of a slight tap on his shoulder. He turned, and Wufei's fist connected squarely with Sodo's
nose. The force from the punch alone had sent Sodo careening into the wall on the other side of the
room, and before he had a chance to recover, Wufei pulled him up from the floor. Sodo quickly found
himself face to face with a very annoyed Chinese boy.
"Leave. Now," Wufei hissed into the man's bruised and bleeding face. He let go of Sodo,
turned, and walked back to their table. Trowa was still standing there, a dumbfounded expression on
his face as his friend went back to his Calamari.
Sodo managed to collect himself off of the floor, and quickly exited the inn, followed by his
two lackeys. The girl remained where she was, her eyes following Wufei as he went back to his table.
Hakai quickly made her decision. She walked over to them, grabbed an extra chair from a nearby
table, spun it around, and plopped down, facing backwards. In a calm, collected voice, she spoke,
"Just who the hell are you and how long have you been hanging out with Shi?"
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Taj Mahal
"I want my body back."
Zenryo stared at the blue-haired teenager that stood before him. He narrowed his eyes, ]
trying to sense some good within the being.
"Stop that and listen to me, Zenryo."
"Why should I listen to you, Dark One?"
"Because when it all comes down to it, who's holding the umbrella? Me. Not you. Me. I
have the advantage, and I will be damned if I let you win."
"But Dark One, you don't have an umbrella."
The boy sighed, and rolled his eyes. "That's not the point."
"What is the point, Dark One?"
"I WANT MY BODY BACK!!!!!" Zenryo leaned back, startled. He regained his
composure quickly, and smiled slightly.
"I'm afraid I that I cannot grant you your desire at the moment, Dark One."
"I have a name, Zenryo. Shi. How hard is it to say one little syllable? And do you think
that I give a flying fuck as to whether or not you want to 'grant me my desire?' It's not a desire, it's a
demand," Shi hissed to the immortal, who just looked bored.
"Shi then. I still cannot grant your demand. You see, this body fits me very well. The soul
is pure, despite your obvious corruption. I am very happy with this host," Zenryo said with a smirk
and leaned back in his marble throne.
"Don't try and look smug; Duo just doesn't do that look well. Evil, yes. Demonic, yes.
Giddy, yes. Not smug. And I have not corrupted him. He came that way."
Zenryo winced as Duo let loose with some very creative cursing at Shi. Hush Duo, this
does not concern you.
The hell it doesn't. It's my body after all.
No. It isn't your body anymore. It is mine.
"Are you even listening to me, Prissy Boy?"
"Yes. I had a momentary disturbance. I apologize."
"Duo's giving you hell, isn't he?" Shi flashed a fanged grin at the thought of his best friend
ranting and raving at the purely good and innocent immortal.
"It is not your concern."
"It is too. And Zenryo?"
"What Shi?"
"The only thing preventing me from coming up there and breaking your neck, is the fact
that it's Duo's neck. Be glad of that. Or else, you'd be dead."
"I cannot die. I am an immortal."
"But you get the general idea."
"No."
Duo watched in fascination through Zenryo's eyes as Shi's hair began to glow an
unnatural blue.
"I really hate dealing with you, Prissy Boy. You're such a little son of a bitch. Can't give a
guy a straight answer, no, that would be easy. Have to answer cryptically. Well ya know what, Prissy
Boy?" Zenryo blinked for a second, and realized that Shi had disappeared. He suddenly felt an icy
breath on the back of his neck. "I'm sick and tired of putting up with your shit. Remember, when you
deal with Death, there is no win or lose. There is only lose."
Zenryo slowly turned around, and faced the hungry eyes of Shi, who was floating upside
down above him, his head, directly behind his own. "What are you doing?"
"My host is a vampire, Zenryo. Vampires drink blood. Living things have blood. Duo is
alive. Duo has blood. Therefore, me, being a vampire, can eat you, a human, for lunch. Do we have an
understanding?"
Zenryo stared back at Shi, who was licking his lips hungrily. "You would not."
"I would. And this isn't Shi anymore. It's Michael. I have not fed for so long. Duo would
satisfy my needs superbly. Then, when I have drained the last bit of blood from his body, I will slit my
wrist, and give my blood to him. Duo will die then, to be reborn as one of my kind. I have no qualms
about doing this. My soul calls for blood, and the thirst must be quenched," Michael hissed, and he
opened his mouth ever so slightly to reveal two, long, sharp fangs.
"My quarrel is not with Michael. It is with Shi." Zenryo raised a hand to push Michael
away, but the other boy shoved it down. He brought his head lower, until his mouth rested dead even
with Zenryo's neck.
"Shi, do not do this," Zenryo pleaded. He could not stand the thought of being touched by
this foul creature of darkness. Michael opened his mouth wider, and plunged his fangs into the neck
of the quivering boy. Warm blood filled he vampire' mouth, quenching his thirst.
Zenryo could feel his host's life force being sucked away by the boy. Duo cried out in
mental and physical anguish. Suddenly, Michael broke away from Zenryo's neck, and grinned
impishly.
HE BIT ME!!!!! THAT LITTLE MOTHER FUCKING DICKHEAD BIT ME!!!!! Duo
yelped very loudly. Zenryo grimaced at the sound, and tried to focus his attentions on the upside
down Shi that had just bitten him.
"Sorry Duo, but I had to get Prissy Boy's attention somehow," the vampire said with a
smug expression on his face.
"That was uncalled for, Shi," Zenryo whispered, his voice shaking as he rubbed the
wounds on his neck.
"No it wasn't. I told ya, just give me my body back, and no one gets hurt. You obviously
didn't get my explanation, so I bit ya. Now, can I have my body back?" Shi began to float back to his
original position on the floor, rather than the air.
"No. Leave my sanctuary and do not return, filthy creature of darkness." Zenryo rose, a
pointed a finger at Shi, who just laughed.
"And what do you plan on doing to me if I refuse?" the vampire said with a laugh. "For
one, I'm an immortal. Me no can die. Second, I'm using a vampire for a host body. You no can kill.
Third, you're in a human body. You can die. Are we getting the idea?"
"Begone, child of hate!" A blinding ball of light leapt from Zenryo's finger, spiraled
towards Shi, who just flicked it away.
"Pathetic. Look, let's just get this over with. You give me Duo, I leave. No more questions
asked. Agreed?"
"No."
Shi sighed. "Fine, we'll do this the hard way. I'll leave you and Duo alone, to try and take
over the world. Then I'll go join up with the Twins of Shukumei, and kick your ass at a later date,
alright?"
"That is a splendid agreement. I wish you the best of luck."
"Then sayonara, Zenryo." Shi turned to leave, but paused for a moment. "Oh, and Zenryo?
Duo does not do the scholarly thing well, so don't try and pull it off."
"I will remember that, Dark One. Now leave me." Zenryo waved his hand, as if dismissing
a servant. Shi rolled his eyes, then took off running at a break neck speed into the rising sun.
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New York City
"So let me get this straight, Sodo. You went to Italy, tracked down Hakai, which was a
major no-no in the first place, pissed her off, idiotic of you, kissed her, incredibly dumb of you, pissed
off some Chinese guy, got punched in the face by the Chinese guy and came back here to waste my
time with your pathetic whining?" Ja'aku looked up from the Jacuzzi, where he soaked with Kiken,
Byoki, and Itami, three of his followers that had chosen exceptionally beautiful hosts.
"Yes, Milord." Sodo said, bowing his head to Ja'aku. "Forgive my insolence, Master, it was
a mistake to think that I could bring Hakai back with me." He raised his head, and paused for a
moment, to see if he had Ja'aku's full attention. "I was doing this for you, Milord. I felt that one with
such a taste in hosts would be appreciated by you. I felt that I was doing you a favour. Please, I beg of
you. Show mercy to this pathetic-"
"Oh, cut the crap, Sodo," Ja'aku said, tossing his champagne glass at Sodo's head. The
immortal let it shatter on his head, and ignored the mixture of blood and alcohol that ran down his
face. Itami let out a giggle, and Ja'aku stroked her hair thoughtfully. "Now, little Itami, tell me, what
would you do if you were in Sodo's position. Enlighten us with your wisdom."
"Well Sah," Itami began, the southern accent of her host appearing when she spoke, "I
wouldn't have gahne after this Hakai woman in the fahst place. I'd have come straight to you, Sah, and
let loose a pain curse on her the moment she cahme into view. Does mah ansah please, mah Sah?"
Itami grinned at Ja'aku. He smiled, and tilted her lips towards him to place a delicate kiss upon them.
"Of course, my tortuous little Itami. Your answer pleases me greatly." He leaned back,
and stared at Sodo coldly.
"And what would you and Byoki do, my Kiken? Would you fly to me as well, as Itami as
sworn, or go to Hakai, as my foolish Sodo has done? Come now, my dears, don't be meek," Ja'aku said,
now grinning as the two other girls pressed their nude bodies to him, squealing and giggling.
"Your grace, I think of nothing but your pleasure! To even consider finding the
whore-goddess called Hakai would be unthinkable! Please my lord, allow me to punish Sodo for his
stupidity. He should not be allowed to befoul the air of your sanctuary!" Kiken said, giggling and
smiling as she nuzzled closer to her god.
"What about you, Byoki?" The red haired girl thought for a moment before answering in
a soft, yet harsh tone.
"Ja'aku, my sovereign, I cannot imagine what could drive one of your followers to seek out
another immortal. To think of abandoning you with your angelic form for a flea bitten wretch is
against all reason. Sodo should be severely punished for his crime against your sinful beauty." She
stopped, and grinned evilly at Sodo before finishing. "I would be honored if you would leave the
punishing to me."
"I'm sure you would, Byoki, I'm sure you would. But," Ja'aku said as he untangled the
three girls from him, "I would like to converse with Sodo alone now, so if you'll excuse me." Ja'aku
began to climb out of the pool, much to the dismay of the girls. "Don't fret; I'll be back soon." He
kissed each of the girls on the head, before getting out of the pool completely.
"Akui, my robe," Ja'aku said, beckoning for the immortal to bring him the silken garment.
She slipped it over his shoulders, as he marveled once more at the wonderful human sensation known
as touch. "Thank you, my sweet." Akui nodded, and Ja'aku led Sodo to an area where black curtains
covered the massive windows. He pulled a cord, and the curtains slid back, revealing a spectacular
view.
"Sodo, tell me why I continue to put up with your idiocies," Ja'aku said unemotionally.
"Because I am a loyal and powerful follower whose aide to your cause cannot be equaled,"
Sodo replied with absolute honesty.
"NO!!" Ja'aku roared, whirling around, "That is NOT the reason I permit your existence!!
The only reason, mind you, the ONLY reason I continue to allow you to follow me as one of my
disciples is that at one time, before Hakai, you were the most loyal of them all! THAT is the only
reason I let you live!" Sodo watched as the immortal, trapped, as he saw it in an teenager's body,
turned to face the windows.
"Milord, I apologize-" Sodo began, but was silenced by a glare from Akui, who was
watching him intently.
"Shut up Sodo. Just shut up. I want you to listen very carefully, do you understand?" He
didn't wait for Sodo to give an answer before continuing. "I want you to go out into the city, and find
yourself a nice whore, okay? Find yourself a nice whore and fuck her good. Fuck her til she dies. And
then, I want you to take the body of your dead whore to Times Square, and proclaim that you worship
me with such vigor, that every building directly surrounding the area shatters. Do you understand me,
Sodo?"
"Yes," Sodo said in quiet voice.
"And then, and only then, do you dare to return to me Sodo, got that? I don't want to see
you face, or smell your shit til you can come back here, bearing the body of your dead whore in your
arms. Do we have an understanding?"
"Yes."
"Then get the fuck out of here! I don't want you to return until you've completed your
tasks! LEAVE!! NOW!!" Ja'aku screamed at Sodo, who quickly left the apartment, frightened by the
immortal's anger.
After he was gone, Akui approached her master with caution, not wanting to disturb him.
"Come here, Akui," he whispered, his host's voice hoarse. She went to him, and wrapped her arms
about his scantily clad form. "Where did I go wrong with him, Akui?"
"It was not your fault, My Lord," she told him softly, kissing his soft hair. Ja'aku sighed,
and turned to face Akui.
"I want you to follow Sodo. Follow him, but do not let him be aware of your presence.
Follow him and make sure he cares out my orders with efficiency." Akui nodded, and slipped away
from Ja'aku. She left the apartment silently, and pursued Sodo through the night.
Ja'aku turned away from the window, and closed his eyes. /Damn that Sodo! Damn him a
thousand times for troubling my thoughts! Damn him for interrupting my plans!/ He looked out once
more over the brightly lit city before turning back to his three buxom beauties that were awaiting his
return to the Jacuzzi.
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Rio Di Janeiro
Tsuriai walked through the streets of Rio Di Janeiro, a slight grin on his face. He did like
this human skin, the way one could experience the foolish little human world in all its glory. And
what a day to experience life. The sun was out, and shone down warmly on his human skin.
Heero, Tsuriai asked softly. He waited for a moment, expecting a harsh reply.
What is it? Heero said, at last, his voice weary.
I was only going to comment on Taiyou Nikkou's light. It's exquisite. In truth, Tsuriai
was surprised. Heero had never actually replied to him before today. This was progress.
What is Taiyou Nikkou?
Taiyou Nikkou is the Sun. She's very pleasant to be around.
I thought you were in exile.
A frown passed over Tsuriai's face. This was before.
I see.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Tsuriai felt as Heero's entire being froze, and silenced. What is it? he asked, frowning
slightly.
Relena Peacecraft. A wince.
Who is she?
An extremely annoying brat that is obsessed with me.
What should we do?
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" That
annoying voice again.
You're asking my advice?
Tsuriai could almost hear Heero sigh. Yes.
Run. Like. Hell.
Unfortunately, with the last word, Relena tackled Heero.
"HEERO!!!" she exclaimed gleefully, "Why didn't you answer me? Or my calls? Or my
letters? Or my e-mails? Or my telegrams? Oh well, that's not important now!! You obviously
remembered that I was coming here and decided to come and meet me, didn't you Heero? Heero?"
Tsuriai searched through Heero's mind at a frantic pace. Yes, there were memories of this
Relena, torn letters and death threats. He realized that Heero usually solved the Relena problem by
pointing a gun at her head and threatening to kill her. But this didn't seem to be the situation where
one would pull a gun in the middle of Rio Di Janeiro. And he wasn't carrying a weapon.
Heero, do you have any advice?
Run. Like. Hell.
I don't think that will work. Anything else?
You could kill her? There was a touch of hopefulness in Heero's voice.
No, I can't. It's a public place.
Be sugary sweet to her. It will confuse the bitch to no end.
"HEERO!!!!!!!" Relena screamed in Tsuriai's ear, "CAN YOU HEAR ME???????"
Owwww, Heero winced.
Owwww, Tsuriai winced.
"Of course I can hear you, Relena darling! How are you this fine morning?" Tsuriai wanted
to puke at the sound of his voice. But it seemed to be working. Relena looked dumbfounded.
You make me sick, Heero commented.
I make myself sick, replied Tsuriai, But now I have a plan.
What?
"Heero, I'm just wonderful, How are you today? It's such a surprise to see you!"
"I'm so much better now that you're here, Dearest. I came down here just to see you while
you were on vacation! I'm glad that you're surprised." Gag.
So, Tsuriai, what's your plan?
Ever heard of Settoku?
Persuasion? What do you mean?
I'm summoning Settoku. She'll be more useful to us as a host.
Will she be as annoying?
No.
Go for it.
"Oh, Relena, let's go for a walk to together, out in the park, shall we, and then up to the
mountains! It'll be so wonderful to be able to spend time alone with you!"
"Heero, that's a wonderful idea!!"
If she tries to kiss me, I'm killing her, Heero grumbled, and Tsuriai agreed.
If she tries to kiss me, I'm killing myself. It's bad enough having to listen to her and have
her hugging me like I'm some sort of teddy bear.
Disgusting.
Tsuriai nodded slightly, not enough for the gleeful Relena to notice, but enough for Heero
to get the message. He continued on, and began to plot out the plan in its entirety.
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Cha: So, how do you like so far?
Puda: She has no clue when part four will be up....
Chiron: Because she's preoccupied with that other fic... And it's not the werewolf one!!!!! Or vampyres!!
Cha: I've noticed that I write only AU. This could be a bad thing....
Puda: No it's not...
Chiron: REVIEWING!!!!!
