Good Doesnt't Always Win: Part VI Good Doesnt't Always Win: Part VI
Omi walked into the large entrway to see and hear utter and total chaos
erupt. A talll red haired man was doing a strip dance- the hustle- and chasing a
douple into the nearest bedroom. A small man, that looked a lot like Omi
himself, was drunk off his ass and hitting on every single girl in the room,
except for oh... three quarters of the time when he was hitting on a nearby
wall. A little girl was running around terrorizing all the guests in the room.
There were caged birds all over the room and the little girl had decided that
they needed to be freed. The first bird, a large cockatoo, perched atop a large,
expensive looking hairdo. Another two, a pair of lovebirds, panicked and flew
into a a couple who ran screaming out the door. Yet another, agigantic snowy
owl, flew directly inot Nagi's head.
Trisha walked up to the door, a squaking parrot clinging to ther head, and
attempted to greet the four demons at the door over all the noise. Suddenly,
screaming came from the kitchen and three young women sprinted out of the
kitchen followed closely by a silver- haired man wearing an eye patch who had a
large BBQ fork stuck neatly into his forearm. He ran up and stopped right in
front of Omi, staring directly at him. He blinked once and said, calmly, "Hurt
God."
Omi turned to Youji to ask if the man with the eyepatch was, in fact, a
demon, to see he was once again flirting with Trisha. Ken was glaring (authors
note: Ken... glaring... SCARY!!!) at the taller, blonder man and Aya stood in
the corner discussing- actually, listening to everyone else and adding a random
"Hn"- politics with the large group of people that had somehow formed around
him. Aya, Mr Anti-Christmas, shi-ne, fit in HERE?! What the hell?! Omi had a
very strong feeling that this party was going to very seriously suck. The small
demon saw only one person in the entire room that looked as if they would agree.
He was sitting at the bar downing one martini after the other like there wa sno
tomorrow with young girls draped all over him. Omi joined him in an instant.
~~~
(In the kitchen)
"Hmm... what to do, what to do? Could go climb the curtains and throw knives
at people... No that's been done many times. Hmm..." Suddenly, Farfie jumped up
and began to run insanely around the room. Just as suddenly, he stopped and
walked calmly out the door. He went over to the cd rack and began flipping
through the large collection. Her found one that said FLY in colorful letters on
the cover He popped it inot the cd player and pressed play. HE jumped then fled,
screaming "Music hurts God!" He slowly crept back towards the source of the
offending noise. (sorry to all you dixie chicks fans out there, if there are
any... but Farfie, Dixie Chicks... NO) He then proceeded to pounce on the cd
player and rip the cd out of it. Grinning demonically, he sprinted for the
kitchen, cd in hand.
"Now... What kitchen utensil would best mutilate this music of hell? I
think... a..." Farfie scanned the kitchen breifely, sreaching for the described
tool. "MICROWAVE!!!!!!" He ran straight fo rthe microwavea dn threw the cd into
the large machine. He pressed four of five random buttons and whatched in
absolute, extreme silence.There was a sudden, extrenely loud cracking sound and
a large bubble began to form on the surface of the evil utensil of torture. Then
more pops and snaps and tiny bubbles began to create a small pattern across the
edge of the popping form the was now splattering all over the edges of the tray
and even on the walls of the microwave. Farfie grinned evily and opened the the
microwave door. Makin gno attempt to clean up the horible mess, he scrambled out
the door to hunt for more objects to melt.
~~~
"So, I know of a great bar just down the road. We could go down there for a
couple of drinks. They'd be much better than these," Youji suggested. The three
men were now all crammed onto the couch along with her. Each one took his turn
trying to win the upper- class woman.
"Or WE could go ito the bedroom for some privacy," Schuldich said, winking
with half of his face.
Schuldich was still reading Trisha's thoughts openly. He smirked in spite
of himself.
"If you want, I could get both of these guys opf you. I was once a
J-Leauger!" Ken said with an over excited, super corney smile.
Schuldich growled at the sheer rudeness of this woman. She had dared to
insult *his* fashion sense! (Oh my dear god!) He wouls not allow himself- the
angel of sex- to eb tossed out like last weeks garbage. HE snorted loudly,
grabbed Youji by the arm and marched off to the nearest bedroom, trailing a
confused, slightly smitten (how'd that get in there?!^.^) Youji behind him.
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Omi walked into the large entrway to see and hear utter and total chaos
erupt. A talll red haired man was doing a strip dance- the hustle- and chasing a
douple into the nearest bedroom. A small man, that looked a lot like Omi
himself, was drunk off his ass and hitting on every single girl in the room,
except for oh... three quarters of the time when he was hitting on a nearby
wall. A little girl was running around terrorizing all the guests in the room.
There were caged birds all over the room and the little girl had decided that
they needed to be freed. The first bird, a large cockatoo, perched atop a large,
expensive looking hairdo. Another two, a pair of lovebirds, panicked and flew
into a a couple who ran screaming out the door. Yet another, agigantic snowy
owl, flew directly inot Nagi's head.
Trisha walked up to the door, a squaking parrot clinging to ther head, and
attempted to greet the four demons at the door over all the noise. Suddenly,
screaming came from the kitchen and three young women sprinted out of the
kitchen followed closely by a silver- haired man wearing an eye patch who had a
large BBQ fork stuck neatly into his forearm. He ran up and stopped right in
front of Omi, staring directly at him. He blinked once and said, calmly, "Hurt
God."
Omi turned to Youji to ask if the man with the eyepatch was, in fact, a
demon, to see he was once again flirting with Trisha. Ken was glaring (authors
note: Ken... glaring... SCARY!!!) at the taller, blonder man and Aya stood in
the corner discussing- actually, listening to everyone else and adding a random
"Hn"- politics with the large group of people that had somehow formed around
him. Aya, Mr Anti-Christmas, shi-ne, fit in HERE?! What the hell?! Omi had a
very strong feeling that this party was going to very seriously suck. The small
demon saw only one person in the entire room that looked as if they would agree.
He was sitting at the bar downing one martini after the other like there wa sno
tomorrow with young girls draped all over him. Omi joined him in an instant.
~~~
(In the kitchen)
"Hmm... what to do, what to do? Could go climb the curtains and throw knives
at people... No that's been done many times. Hmm..." Suddenly, Farfie jumped up
and began to run insanely around the room. Just as suddenly, he stopped and
walked calmly out the door. He went over to the cd rack and began flipping
through the large collection. Her found one that said FLY in colorful letters on
the cover He popped it inot the cd player and pressed play. HE jumped then fled,
screaming "Music hurts God!" He slowly crept back towards the source of the
offending noise. (sorry to all you dixie chicks fans out there, if there are
any... but Farfie, Dixie Chicks... NO) He then proceeded to pounce on the cd
player and rip the cd out of it. Grinning demonically, he sprinted for the
kitchen, cd in hand.
"Now... What kitchen utensil would best mutilate this music of hell? I
think... a..." Farfie scanned the kitchen breifely, sreaching for the described
tool. "MICROWAVE!!!!!!" He ran straight fo rthe microwavea dn threw the cd into
the large machine. He pressed four of five random buttons and whatched in
absolute, extreme silence.There was a sudden, extrenely loud cracking sound and
a large bubble began to form on the surface of the evil utensil of torture. Then
more pops and snaps and tiny bubbles began to create a small pattern across the
edge of the popping form the was now splattering all over the edges of the tray
and even on the walls of the microwave. Farfie grinned evily and opened the the
microwave door. Makin gno attempt to clean up the horible mess, he scrambled out
the door to hunt for more objects to melt.
~~~
"So, I know of a great bar just down the road. We could go down there for a
couple of drinks. They'd be much better than these," Youji suggested. The three
men were now all crammed onto the couch along with her. Each one took his turn
trying to win the upper- class woman.
"Or WE could go ito the bedroom for some privacy," Schuldich said, winking
with half of his face.
Schuldich was still reading Trisha's thoughts openly. He smirked in spite
of himself.
"If you want, I could get both of these guys opf you. I was once a
J-Leauger!" Ken said with an over excited, super corney smile.
Schuldich growled at the sheer rudeness of this woman. She had dared to
insult *his* fashion sense! (Oh my dear god!) He wouls not allow himself- the
angel of sex- to eb tossed out like last weeks garbage. HE snorted loudly,
grabbed Youji by the arm and marched off to the nearest bedroom, trailing a
confused, slightly smitten (how'd that get in there?!^.^) Youji behind him.
Part V Part VI Home Fanfiction
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