Good Doesn't Always WinGood Doesn't Always Win: Part VII
"Omi, you're sooo strong!"
"Omi, is Nagi stronger than you?"
"Of course he isn't! Just look at those arms"
These were some of the comments you would have heard, had you been so brave
as to wander anywhere near the bar along the back wall of the large party room.
There were about half a dozen girls, literally crawling all over Omi and Nagi.
The two boys were just staring at each other in complete shock at the words they
were hearing describe them.
"I still think that Nagi is stronger!" said one of the girls holding Nagi
to her chest *ahem* 'protectively'
"Nope, Omi is stronger!" another girl insisted, "Omi, prove her wrong!"
"What? How?!"Omi asked looking utterly lost and very drunk.
"Why armwrestle him silly!" another girl commented.
Nagi and Omi each took the other's hand in his own and began to... MAKE
OUT??!
"What the hell?!"
"What are they doing?!"
"What's going on?!"
Nagi picked Omi up and lay him down onto the counter, then climbed on top
of him. Omi pulled Nagi off him then stood up, pulling the younger boy up with
him. Then the two boys began to strip each other.
"OOooOoOooOOHhHHhhhHHHhhh!!!" And with that, all of the girls crowded
around the counter.
~~~
A shirt landed at Farfello's feet. He glanced down at it and then snatched
it up, adding it to the pile of random junk that he had collected so far. It
included two hairpieces, a dog collar, an assortement of sushi and the waiter's
tie, a large assortment of shed bird feathers, two shoes, an expensive diamond
ring and a whole bunch of crayola crayons.
He scrambled insanely into the kitchen and dropped all of the random junk
into a pile on the floor. He looked around the kitchen to see if he could find
any other objects to microwave. Then, the perfect idea hit him. He could put all
the items into the blender, turn it on and, since the cord was long enough, he
could microwave it while it was still running. He, by some magic, forced all of
the items into the blender along with a few forks and spoons and one chopstick.
He pused five buttons randomly and set the blender down into the microwave. He
watched the objects spin around for a few seconds. Then he shut the door as much
as he could and turned the microwave on. After watching it do nothing for a few
seconds, he became bored and went back out into the main room to look for
someone who would know where the washing and drying machines would be.
~~~
Crawford sat at home watching CNN and keeping track of his stocks when, out
of nowhere, he got an instant message. He hated the simple program, but he had
to admit, it was the simplest wa to communicate, aside from cellular phones, of
which he had the latest in technology of course. He opened up the program, which
he himself had taken the time to edit so that it wouldn't look so cute and could
be read in html. Html was so much simpler than taking the time, and wasting the
space to wait for your instant message to be recieved or sent.
Crawford read his message. It was from HIM. HE was very upset. They were
not accomplishing heir mission. The demons were still ruining the party and one
of HIS angels, Death, the angel that Crawford was in charge of keeping on track,
was even helping the demons! All that HE wanted was the smallest demon. After
they had him, they could leave. Crawford had to get to the party ASAP before
their mission was completely destroyed. Crawford really disliked the thought of
going to the stupid party, but he did not want to anger HIM, so he got up,
gathered his things and left to find these demons and save the mission, like he
always did. HE just had to find the little demon. What was his name and why was
he sooo important anyway?
~~~
Aya felt the pager that he kept in his left pocket begin to vibrate. He
excused himself from the group of people that he had created a wonderful fight
in to check the messege. He saw that it was from Her Evilness. She was pleased
with the small amout of havoc that Aya had wreaked on the small group in the
corner, but THEY WEREN'T FUCKING ACCOMPLISHING THEIR MISSION! She had expected
that Omi would be very helpful to the other three demons. Instead, poverty and
sex had distracted him so much that she was about ready to take her precious
child back and destroy all three of them herself. My god! They hadn't even
KILLED amyone!
Aya decided that it would be best for him to go find the other three and
inform them of the news. Why the hell did he get all of her messages when she
was in a bad mood. You'd think she would send them to her son, but
NOOOOoooOOOoo! Send them to good old war! Yeah, that's oh so kind of you, BITCH!
Well, as soon as he figured out who the hell all these demons were, he would
beat the living shit out of them. They couldn't be that powerful, they hadn't
stopped Aya. Plus this mission wasn't all that important. Not even HE was stupid
enough to waste his time sending out HIS best to stop four demons from ruining a
Christmas party.
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"Omi, you're sooo strong!"
"Omi, is Nagi stronger than you?"
"Of course he isn't! Just look at those arms"
These were some of the comments you would have heard, had you been so brave
as to wander anywhere near the bar along the back wall of the large party room.
There were about half a dozen girls, literally crawling all over Omi and Nagi.
The two boys were just staring at each other in complete shock at the words they
were hearing describe them.
"I still think that Nagi is stronger!" said one of the girls holding Nagi
to her chest *ahem* 'protectively'
"Nope, Omi is stronger!" another girl insisted, "Omi, prove her wrong!"
"What? How?!"Omi asked looking utterly lost and very drunk.
"Why armwrestle him silly!" another girl commented.
Nagi and Omi each took the other's hand in his own and began to... MAKE
OUT??!
"What the hell?!"
"What are they doing?!"
"What's going on?!"
Nagi picked Omi up and lay him down onto the counter, then climbed on top
of him. Omi pulled Nagi off him then stood up, pulling the younger boy up with
him. Then the two boys began to strip each other.
"OOooOoOooOOHhHHhhhHHHhhh!!!" And with that, all of the girls crowded
around the counter.
~~~
A shirt landed at Farfello's feet. He glanced down at it and then snatched
it up, adding it to the pile of random junk that he had collected so far. It
included two hairpieces, a dog collar, an assortement of sushi and the waiter's
tie, a large assortment of shed bird feathers, two shoes, an expensive diamond
ring and a whole bunch of crayola crayons.
He scrambled insanely into the kitchen and dropped all of the random junk
into a pile on the floor. He looked around the kitchen to see if he could find
any other objects to microwave. Then, the perfect idea hit him. He could put all
the items into the blender, turn it on and, since the cord was long enough, he
could microwave it while it was still running. He, by some magic, forced all of
the items into the blender along with a few forks and spoons and one chopstick.
He pused five buttons randomly and set the blender down into the microwave. He
watched the objects spin around for a few seconds. Then he shut the door as much
as he could and turned the microwave on. After watching it do nothing for a few
seconds, he became bored and went back out into the main room to look for
someone who would know where the washing and drying machines would be.
~~~
Crawford sat at home watching CNN and keeping track of his stocks when, out
of nowhere, he got an instant message. He hated the simple program, but he had
to admit, it was the simplest wa to communicate, aside from cellular phones, of
which he had the latest in technology of course. He opened up the program, which
he himself had taken the time to edit so that it wouldn't look so cute and could
be read in html. Html was so much simpler than taking the time, and wasting the
space to wait for your instant message to be recieved or sent.
Crawford read his message. It was from HIM. HE was very upset. They were
not accomplishing heir mission. The demons were still ruining the party and one
of HIS angels, Death, the angel that Crawford was in charge of keeping on track,
was even helping the demons! All that HE wanted was the smallest demon. After
they had him, they could leave. Crawford had to get to the party ASAP before
their mission was completely destroyed. Crawford really disliked the thought of
going to the stupid party, but he did not want to anger HIM, so he got up,
gathered his things and left to find these demons and save the mission, like he
always did. HE just had to find the little demon. What was his name and why was
he sooo important anyway?
~~~
Aya felt the pager that he kept in his left pocket begin to vibrate. He
excused himself from the group of people that he had created a wonderful fight
in to check the messege. He saw that it was from Her Evilness. She was pleased
with the small amout of havoc that Aya had wreaked on the small group in the
corner, but THEY WEREN'T FUCKING ACCOMPLISHING THEIR MISSION! She had expected
that Omi would be very helpful to the other three demons. Instead, poverty and
sex had distracted him so much that she was about ready to take her precious
child back and destroy all three of them herself. My god! They hadn't even
KILLED amyone!
Aya decided that it would be best for him to go find the other three and
inform them of the news. Why the hell did he get all of her messages when she
was in a bad mood. You'd think she would send them to her son, but
NOOOOoooOOOoo! Send them to good old war! Yeah, that's oh so kind of you, BITCH!
Well, as soon as he figured out who the hell all these demons were, he would
beat the living shit out of them. They couldn't be that powerful, they hadn't
stopped Aya. Plus this mission wasn't all that important. Not even HE was stupid
enough to waste his time sending out HIS best to stop four demons from ruining a
Christmas party.
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