Good Doesn't Always Win: Part II
Youji walked into the shop with a contented smile plastered to his face. He
picked up a boquet of Aya's crimson roses and took a deep wiff of them. Then he
touched one soft silky petal and watched it crumple as it was consumed in
flames. He looked around to see the shop completely empty. The rest must be of
in some other world creating new terrors. he thought his face twisting into a
wicked grin.
"What are you so happy about?" A small, sleepy voice said from the doorway.
"Are you alone? Where's Aya and Kenken?" He didn't even have to turn around
to recognize the innocent voice of the leader of the foursome of demons. Maybe
if he could get Omi to go back to sleep...
"Oh, they went... somewhere. It's not really all that important. Now," he
said, pulling out a mug and the coffee, "where were we? Oh yes, you were about
to tell me why the hell you're so goddamn happy."
"There! That's a bit more like my good old Omi,"the tall blond said patting
his fearless leader on the back. "get all that sweetness out of your system."
"Damn! I've been spending way too much time with those fucking angels! I
need a break," the small childlike (and might I add, incredibly sexy) man threw
a dart at the large picture of "The Angel Of Death"- aka, Farfello- hanging on
the wall.
"Ooooooooohhhhhh!" Youji's eyes lit up at the words 'take a break.' "Does
Omi..."
"No. Omi does not want to go clubbing. Aya will not let him," the tall man
watching from the doorway camly commanded.
"But... please!!!!" Youji stupidly whined.
"I say that we simply stay home and watch," Omi paused as he flipped through
the TV Guide,"Oooooh! There's a special on bats today on the Discovery Chanel!"
He squealed, snatching up the remote and turning it directly to the desired
show.
Youji automatically began to sing The Mammal Song. He grabbed Omi by the
hands and tried to teach him how to dance "properly."
~~~
"What the hell is that thing??" Farfie asked disgustedly of the numb red
lump sitting in the corner of the room.
"Well... she was lost and she can SEE us so I figured that she must be
important, or at least useful. Weib won't be able to recignize her and if she
can see US then she can easily see them. We could... use her as a, spy."
Crawford was very proud of himself for coming up with such a good excuse.
"Does that mean I can... play with her??" Farfie said, inching closer to the
now quivering little girl. "I'll play nice... promise!"
"If you don't use any knives... I suppose. But I don't want to have to pay
another visit to the hospital so really, PLAY NICE!"
Farfie walked closer and closer to the tiny little girl trying to think of
the best ways to torture her. Suddenly a shiny new ribbon that stood out from
the rest of her rags caught his eye.
"I'm not scared of you," the girl said stoutly. "I know who you are and if
it's time for me to join my mommy, then go ahead, kill me. Just make it quick. I
miss her."
This made Farfie snort. She actually thought he was going to kill her. But
what fun would there be in that??
"What's so funny?" she asked, opening one eye just enough to see him, then
snapping it shut.
"Hey, what's your name kid?"
"My... name?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, my mommy called me Lizzy, the kids on the street called me Death
Godess, and the fat lady at the orphanage called me Christie. You can call me
whatever you want."
"Well, Lizzy, I think we're gonna get along just fine. Have you ever fried
ribbons??"
"No... you can do that??"
"You never know till you try it out..." Farfie said tugging the ribbon out
of the girls hair and heating up the butter in the frying pan.
"What's that supposed to mean?" the little girl asked, staring up at the
tall blue-haired,and yet still, somehow, Irish angel innocently.
"Well... " he said, searching his mind for a good reason, "It means we get
to burn he kitchen down and blame Nagi." He decided, smiling down at is tiny new
friend.
"Really? Cause, this one time, at orphan camp, we tried to light a bunch of
candles so we could..."
"Wait a minute... orphan camp??? That exists??" Farfie was very shocked.
Here he wasted all this time listenig to lectures from Nagi and Crawford about
how he should at least try to feel bad for those poor innocent kids whose
parents just dumped them somewhere and they had a camp?! Not even angels got one
of those! That wasn't fair! "You mean to tell me that all that money we sped on
taxes goes to me smelly dirty litte homeless kids?!"
"Well, I don't know why they do it. I, for one would rather stay at the
orphanage than go to a stinky rotten camp where the food is even worse than the
stuff they call tuna suprise. It can move on it's own!"
"Farfie we have a... wait a minute, what's that smell?!" And with that, a
panicked Nagi ran into the kitchen. The scene he saw would have amused... well,
the easily amused. Farfie was, with one hand, frying a ribbon and the other hand
was being grasped tightly by a small girl. theweretaling calmly over the faint
sound of flames licking the once pretty pink ribbon. Suddenly, seemingly the
entire an exploded into flames. Nagi, who was easily amused, was leaning against
the door frame, shaking with laughter. Crawford, however, was not.
"I suppose that this is what you consider to be no fire. Well, see, what I
meant by no fire was," Crawford began to grow red in the face, which caused Nagi
to fall to the floor and lie there laughing- actually, more like twitching,
gasping for air and looking, all around, like he was dying, "NO FIRE!!! And you,
didn't you have something to tell us?" Crawford asked, kicking the convulsing
lump lightly with the toe of his shoe.
Nagi promptly stopped laughing and sat up,looking very childlike, innocent
and, overall, cute. He scrunched his nose up, showing that he was trying very
hard to remember something very important.
"Why in God's name is Nagi,of all angels, Voice?! I think he would make a
very good..." Crawford paused, trying to think of a good place to put Nagi.
Nagi, taking the pause as an insult, began to whine randomly. "Cherub! Just look
at him, he's just so... adorable." Suddenly, Nagi became confused as to wether
he should take Crawford's last comment as an insult or a compliment. He crossed
his eyes, stuck out his tounge and sat down hard on the floor, bruising his
tailbone. This made him jump up and squeak, a lot like a mouse.
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Youji walked into the shop with a contented smile plastered to his face. He
picked up a boquet of Aya's crimson roses and took a deep wiff of them. Then he
touched one soft silky petal and watched it crumple as it was consumed in
flames. He looked around to see the shop completely empty. The rest must be of
in some other world creating new terrors. he thought his face twisting into a
wicked grin.
"What are you so happy about?" A small, sleepy voice said from the doorway.
"Are you alone? Where's Aya and Kenken?" He didn't even have to turn around
to recognize the innocent voice of the leader of the foursome of demons. Maybe
if he could get Omi to go back to sleep...
"Oh, they went... somewhere. It's not really all that important. Now," he
said, pulling out a mug and the coffee, "where were we? Oh yes, you were about
to tell me why the hell you're so goddamn happy."
"There! That's a bit more like my good old Omi,"the tall blond said patting
his fearless leader on the back. "get all that sweetness out of your system."
"Damn! I've been spending way too much time with those fucking angels! I
need a break," the small childlike (and might I add, incredibly sexy) man threw
a dart at the large picture of "The Angel Of Death"- aka, Farfello- hanging on
the wall.
"Ooooooooohhhhhh!" Youji's eyes lit up at the words 'take a break.' "Does
Omi..."
"No. Omi does not want to go clubbing. Aya will not let him," the tall man
watching from the doorway camly commanded.
"But... please!!!!" Youji stupidly whined.
"I say that we simply stay home and watch," Omi paused as he flipped through
the TV Guide,"Oooooh! There's a special on bats today on the Discovery Chanel!"
He squealed, snatching up the remote and turning it directly to the desired
show.
Youji automatically began to sing The Mammal Song. He grabbed Omi by the
hands and tried to teach him how to dance "properly."
~~~
"What the hell is that thing??" Farfie asked disgustedly of the numb red
lump sitting in the corner of the room.
"Well... she was lost and she can SEE us so I figured that she must be
important, or at least useful. Weib won't be able to recignize her and if she
can see US then she can easily see them. We could... use her as a, spy."
Crawford was very proud of himself for coming up with such a good excuse.
"Does that mean I can... play with her??" Farfie said, inching closer to the
now quivering little girl. "I'll play nice... promise!"
"If you don't use any knives... I suppose. But I don't want to have to pay
another visit to the hospital so really, PLAY NICE!"
Farfie walked closer and closer to the tiny little girl trying to think of
the best ways to torture her. Suddenly a shiny new ribbon that stood out from
the rest of her rags caught his eye.
"I'm not scared of you," the girl said stoutly. "I know who you are and if
it's time for me to join my mommy, then go ahead, kill me. Just make it quick. I
miss her."
This made Farfie snort. She actually thought he was going to kill her. But
what fun would there be in that??
"What's so funny?" she asked, opening one eye just enough to see him, then
snapping it shut.
"Hey, what's your name kid?"
"My... name?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, my mommy called me Lizzy, the kids on the street called me Death
Godess, and the fat lady at the orphanage called me Christie. You can call me
whatever you want."
"Well, Lizzy, I think we're gonna get along just fine. Have you ever fried
ribbons??"
"No... you can do that??"
"You never know till you try it out..." Farfie said tugging the ribbon out
of the girls hair and heating up the butter in the frying pan.
"What's that supposed to mean?" the little girl asked, staring up at the
tall blue-haired,and yet still, somehow, Irish angel innocently.
"Well... " he said, searching his mind for a good reason, "It means we get
to burn he kitchen down and blame Nagi." He decided, smiling down at is tiny new
friend.
"Really? Cause, this one time, at orphan camp, we tried to light a bunch of
candles so we could..."
"Wait a minute... orphan camp??? That exists??" Farfie was very shocked.
Here he wasted all this time listenig to lectures from Nagi and Crawford about
how he should at least try to feel bad for those poor innocent kids whose
parents just dumped them somewhere and they had a camp?! Not even angels got one
of those! That wasn't fair! "You mean to tell me that all that money we sped on
taxes goes to me smelly dirty litte homeless kids?!"
"Well, I don't know why they do it. I, for one would rather stay at the
orphanage than go to a stinky rotten camp where the food is even worse than the
stuff they call tuna suprise. It can move on it's own!"
"Farfie we have a... wait a minute, what's that smell?!" And with that, a
panicked Nagi ran into the kitchen. The scene he saw would have amused... well,
the easily amused. Farfie was, with one hand, frying a ribbon and the other hand
was being grasped tightly by a small girl. theweretaling calmly over the faint
sound of flames licking the once pretty pink ribbon. Suddenly, seemingly the
entire an exploded into flames. Nagi, who was easily amused, was leaning against
the door frame, shaking with laughter. Crawford, however, was not.
"I suppose that this is what you consider to be no fire. Well, see, what I
meant by no fire was," Crawford began to grow red in the face, which caused Nagi
to fall to the floor and lie there laughing- actually, more like twitching,
gasping for air and looking, all around, like he was dying, "NO FIRE!!! And you,
didn't you have something to tell us?" Crawford asked, kicking the convulsing
lump lightly with the toe of his shoe.
Nagi promptly stopped laughing and sat up,looking very childlike, innocent
and, overall, cute. He scrunched his nose up, showing that he was trying very
hard to remember something very important.
"Why in God's name is Nagi,of all angels, Voice?! I think he would make a
very good..." Crawford paused, trying to think of a good place to put Nagi.
Nagi, taking the pause as an insult, began to whine randomly. "Cherub! Just look
at him, he's just so... adorable." Suddenly, Nagi became confused as to wether
he should take Crawford's last comment as an insult or a compliment. He crossed
his eyes, stuck out his tounge and sat down hard on the floor, bruising his
tailbone. This made him jump up and squeak, a lot like a mouse.
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