Good Doesn't Always Win: Part V Good Doesn't Always Win: Part V
Aya glared furiously at the snow on the side of the road. The large, muddied
piles of it seemed to emphasize the fact that it was "the holiday season." This
was one the best times of year for spreading greed, unhappiness and stealing
souls. But instead, he had to go to some Christmas party- the key part being the
"Christ."
"He must think" Youji whispered to Omi, "that if he screams "Shi-ne" at the
snow three times and clicks his heels, he'll..."
"Wind up in Kansas with Toto?" Omi asked.
Youji burst out laughing and Aya truned around sharply and glared at the
taller blonde, whispering shi-ne. This caused Youji to laugh even harder and Aya
to begin to swerve into the lane of oncoming traffic. Ken, whose face was buried
in the map, trying to locate the exit that they needed to take, noticed the
change in direction, looked up and grabbed the steering wheel just in time. Now
both Ken and Aya were screaming while Youji began sobbing with laughter and Omi
discussed the subject of politics with the flying purple ocelot that was perched
on top of Aya's head.
~~~
"Hahahahahahha!!! We're the first one's here! Now, Nagi. Tell me again, what
did this girl look like??" Schuldich asked while ringing the doorbell. Before
Nagi could respond, Trish opened the door. Behind her was the biggest dog Nagi
had ever seen in his entire life. Against Crawford's wishes, Farfie had brought
Lizzie to the party. She dove at the dog instantly.
Crawford thought.
Schuldich smiled plesantly at Crawford.
And with that, Schuldich proceded to better minds, Trisha's.
"Do I know any of you?" She asked looking confused.
"Yeah, remember. I kinda ran into you at the place where you get Christmas
trees... yeah, the tree farm. I'm Nagi. I hope you don't mind, I invited a few
friends... This is Schuldich. The tall dark and scary man in the..." Nagi looked
in the doorway to find Crawford walking out. Nagi shrugged. "In your kitchen is
Farfello and... Hey Farf... what's that kid's name again?? Yeah... death what??
Farfie... If you're joking..." Nagi began to march angrily into the kitchen.
"That kid's messed up." Schuldich said, shaking his head. "Well... make
yourself at home."
"I don't think you want them to do that..." "By the way..."
"Did it hurt?"
Nagi sighed loudly shaking his head dramatically. He plopped (author's note:
fun word!) down heavily onto a stool at the bar and droped his head to the
counter. He began to make himself a martini without moving at all. Crawford was
now at home. Screw the mission. He would sit at home, watching the news and
keeping track of the mission. He would go back if they got into any trouble or
when the party was over.
"What?" Trisha asked, looking around.
"When you fell fron heaven of course!" Schuldich said, putting on his most
angelic face. Trisha began to laugh hysterically at him.
"Jesus Christ! That has got to be the worst pick up line I have EVER heard!
And, trust me, I've heard some really bad ones! Thanks for the laugh. I needed
it," Trisha stood up and walked into the kitchen, where Farfie and Lizzy were
residing.
~~~
"Omittchi?? Hello?! Is anyone there? How many Advil did you take?!" Youji
asked, poking at the younger demon who had earned the high title of Lucifer. He
had lost his title when he had become the counterpart of Lucifer himself.
Instead, he now shared the infamous title.
"Advil? Is that what all that stuff is called??" Omi said, sticking his head
out the window and panting like a dog. With his hair flapping in the wind, he
almost looked like one too.
"What do you mean, ALL THAT STUFF?!" Ken asked becoming scared.
"Well, you know that big cabinet with all the bottles with pills and runny
stuff in them. I took all the bottles out and... Well, if you want any back,
here they are!" Omi said, dumping out a large bag that he had brought with him.
Every single bottle of medicine that the four owned spilled out onto the car
floor. Youji and Ken began picking them up to find four bottles of miscelaneous
pills and two bottles of Dymetapp empty. Luckily, he could have only overdosed
on one kind and that one hadn't had enough left in it to have hardly any effect.
"Shit Omi! Why'd you take all this cold medicine??"
"Well, that one is NOT cold medicine," Omi tried to point to the bottle in
Youji's left hand and missed completely, instead hitting Ken's nose. "Oops...
did I hurt your nose?? I'm sorry! Lemme kiss it and make it all better!"
"Aya, are we there yet?!" Ken asked, trying to dodge Omi.
"Hn. No. And I would suggest that you have Omi drink this."
"What is it?!" Youji asked, grabbing the bottle from Aya and telling Omi to
drink it. Omi gulped it down.
"I'm not sure but it seemed like a good idea." Omi, by some magic began to
calm down and become his hungover self. He was back to normal.
"Aya, how in the hell did you know what to do?!" Ken asked looking confused.
"Easy, look on the floor." The contents of six bottles of medicine were
spilled on the floor. Omi hadn't taken any of it. Youji and Ken stared at Omi
blankly. Omi was just about to say something when they arrived at the party.
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Aya glared furiously at the snow on the side of the road. The large, muddied
piles of it seemed to emphasize the fact that it was "the holiday season." This
was one the best times of year for spreading greed, unhappiness and stealing
souls. But instead, he had to go to some Christmas party- the key part being the
"Christ."
"He must think" Youji whispered to Omi, "that if he screams "Shi-ne" at the
snow three times and clicks his heels, he'll..."
"Wind up in Kansas with Toto?" Omi asked.
Youji burst out laughing and Aya truned around sharply and glared at the
taller blonde, whispering shi-ne. This caused Youji to laugh even harder and Aya
to begin to swerve into the lane of oncoming traffic. Ken, whose face was buried
in the map, trying to locate the exit that they needed to take, noticed the
change in direction, looked up and grabbed the steering wheel just in time. Now
both Ken and Aya were screaming while Youji began sobbing with laughter and Omi
discussed the subject of politics with the flying purple ocelot that was perched
on top of Aya's head.
~~~
"Hahahahahahha!!! We're the first one's here! Now, Nagi. Tell me again, what
did this girl look like??" Schuldich asked while ringing the doorbell. Before
Nagi could respond, Trish opened the door. Behind her was the biggest dog Nagi
had ever seen in his entire life. Against Crawford's wishes, Farfie had brought
Lizzie to the party. She dove at the dog instantly.
Crawford thought.
Schuldich smiled plesantly at Crawford.
And with that, Schuldich proceded to better minds, Trisha's.
"Do I know any of you?" She asked looking confused.
"Yeah, remember. I kinda ran into you at the place where you get Christmas
trees... yeah, the tree farm. I'm Nagi. I hope you don't mind, I invited a few
friends... This is Schuldich. The tall dark and scary man in the..." Nagi looked
in the doorway to find Crawford walking out. Nagi shrugged. "In your kitchen is
Farfello and... Hey Farf... what's that kid's name again?? Yeah... death what??
Farfie... If you're joking..." Nagi began to march angrily into the kitchen.
"That kid's messed up." Schuldich said, shaking his head. "Well... make
yourself at home."
"I don't think you want them to do that..." "By the way..."
"Did it hurt?"
Nagi sighed loudly shaking his head dramatically. He plopped (author's note:
fun word!) down heavily onto a stool at the bar and droped his head to the
counter. He began to make himself a martini without moving at all. Crawford was
now at home. Screw the mission. He would sit at home, watching the news and
keeping track of the mission. He would go back if they got into any trouble or
when the party was over.
"What?" Trisha asked, looking around.
"When you fell fron heaven of course!" Schuldich said, putting on his most
angelic face. Trisha began to laugh hysterically at him.
"Jesus Christ! That has got to be the worst pick up line I have EVER heard!
And, trust me, I've heard some really bad ones! Thanks for the laugh. I needed
it," Trisha stood up and walked into the kitchen, where Farfie and Lizzy were
residing.
~~~
"Omittchi?? Hello?! Is anyone there? How many Advil did you take?!" Youji
asked, poking at the younger demon who had earned the high title of Lucifer. He
had lost his title when he had become the counterpart of Lucifer himself.
Instead, he now shared the infamous title.
"Advil? Is that what all that stuff is called??" Omi said, sticking his head
out the window and panting like a dog. With his hair flapping in the wind, he
almost looked like one too.
"What do you mean, ALL THAT STUFF?!" Ken asked becoming scared.
"Well, you know that big cabinet with all the bottles with pills and runny
stuff in them. I took all the bottles out and... Well, if you want any back,
here they are!" Omi said, dumping out a large bag that he had brought with him.
Every single bottle of medicine that the four owned spilled out onto the car
floor. Youji and Ken began picking them up to find four bottles of miscelaneous
pills and two bottles of Dymetapp empty. Luckily, he could have only overdosed
on one kind and that one hadn't had enough left in it to have hardly any effect.
"Shit Omi! Why'd you take all this cold medicine??"
"Well, that one is NOT cold medicine," Omi tried to point to the bottle in
Youji's left hand and missed completely, instead hitting Ken's nose. "Oops...
did I hurt your nose?? I'm sorry! Lemme kiss it and make it all better!"
"Aya, are we there yet?!" Ken asked, trying to dodge Omi.
"Hn. No. And I would suggest that you have Omi drink this."
"What is it?!" Youji asked, grabbing the bottle from Aya and telling Omi to
drink it. Omi gulped it down.
"I'm not sure but it seemed like a good idea." Omi, by some magic began to
calm down and become his hungover self. He was back to normal.
"Aya, how in the hell did you know what to do?!" Ken asked looking confused.
"Easy, look on the floor." The contents of six bottles of medicine were
spilled on the floor. Omi hadn't taken any of it. Youji and Ken stared at Omi
blankly. Omi was just about to say something when they arrived at the party.
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