Valgaav flopped down on the bed with a heavy sigh. It had been tough work, but he and Jillas had finally succeeded in cleaning the house back up. Together, they had made the place livable again, and maybe it even looked better than before. Jillas hadn't even questioned him about why there were so many dead bodies! All in all, things had turned out better than he had hoped.
The only question that remained was the whereabouts of Copy Gaav. He hadn't been among the bodies after the explosion. Valgaav had searched everywhere within his lair, but there was no sign of him.
No matter, he thought. He hadn't remembered him. There would have been nothing there to replace what had been taken away. Valgaav had learned his lesson. He wouldn't play god ever again... until he succeeded in becoming one himself, that was.
Besides, nothing could compare to the real Gaav. Everyone knew that.
Jillas leaned over and licked Valgaav on the cheek. "Finally finished, huh?" he asked. "I'm really glad those guys are gone now. I told you that I had a bad feeling about them."
"Yeah, you're right, foxy," Valgaav responded with a smile, and stroked the side of Jillas' muzzle softly. "Don't worry. From now on, it'll just be you and me here. And nothing will come between us ever again."
Valgaav thought he saw a tiny tear of joy bead up in Jillas' eye as the two embraced, holding one another tightly.
My head hurts...
He had no idea where he was. He had no idea who he was. In fact, he could remember essentially nothing. All he knew was that when he had woken up, he had been wearing very tattered red robes, and that his voice was very, very sexy.
And for some reason, whenever he closed his eyes, he got this bizarre image of a woman, laughing hysterically, with a pair of basketballs strapped to her chest...
Xellos cursed fate righteously.
Sure, he had done his job, but he hadn't even gotten to see how things had turned out. By the time he had gotten there, the battle had been over. And moreover, instead of seeing the fruits of his labors, he had accidentally caught a glimpse of Valgaav and Jillas in bed as they--no... he refused to let himself think about that ever again, even though he knew the mental image would be burned into his mind for the rest of his life, probably.
He sighed. Tomorrow would be another boring day at the office...
The smoke encircled her head like a wreath as she puffed away at her cigarette. Everything was so simple! Things were coming together better than even she had imagined they would! It was so obvious! She had to wonder why no one had ever thought of this before. I mean, was there really any better plan for the job?
She stopped and smiled. No, of course no one else could have thought this plan up. After all, just because something seemed blindingly obvious to Greater Beast Zelas Metallium didn't mean that it would be so to everyone else...