I haven't been writing much lately. Um...sorry. This was supposed to be longer but I felt compelled to put something, anything, up. This is more of a filler. All comments will be incorporated next chapter, which has Miyu and Yui in it. And you can probably guess who the figure is at the end of the chapter. Don't worry. Flaming tenderloins will come.
"AUUUGGHHHHH!!"
"AIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Himiko tried to ward herself from the blow by waving her arms frantically above her head. One of her flailing arms caught Larva's hand just as he drew close enough to strike. With a small sharp snap, his fingernail popped off and went flying over Himiko's shoulder.
"AUUUGH!!!!" Larva halted in mid-lunge and clutched his injured hand to his chest. "Owwww!!"
Suddenly approximately 138 pounds of flying human flesh hit Larva in the midsection, carrying him to the ground with it.
"I KISS IT BETTER!" Himiko, sitting astride Larva, tried to grab Larva's hand, which he kept pulling out of her grasp. "I KISS IT BETTER!!!"
Larva tore his hand away and, using his good finger, poked Himiko sharply in the eye. She reeled back onto her knees over Larva. "AAAhhhhoowww hee hee hee hee heeeeee! Lookit I did!"
Larva pushed Himiko disgustedly off himself. "*I* did it, you vacuous bitch."
Himiko inhaled sharply, then sat, her head slightly off to one side, staring at Larva's cloak-hidden crotch. He frowned menacingly at her, and got wearily to his feet and began to wander back and forth, head down, searching for the lost nail. Himiko sat staring at a spot on the ground where Larva's cloak-hidden crotch used to be. Her hand began scratching her left breast idly.
"AUUUGHHH!!!!!!"
"Ranka screams like a little girl."
Ranka sat up slowly, one hand to her head. "What a strange and disturbing dream. I wonder what the duhhhhhhh.................." She shook her head to clear it. "Oh right. That Himiko lady. Kept calling me Henry. How long have I been unconscious?"
"Umm........" Raaweeaean consulted the clock on the wall, which had been stuck at three for days and days. (God I'm stupid) "Mmmmmm..........biiirrrrrrrrd."
Ranka grimaced at what she guessed was supposed to be his head. She then grimaced at her own mental grammar and got up from where she had slumped against the wall after her brain had stopped functioning due to Himiko's detailed inquiries about Kei's physical anatomy and kinky preferences. "Raaweeaean, we have to find Miyu. However much I HATE THE BITCH, ahem, she's all that will keep those creeps to the west where they belong."
"The west?"
"Yes, the west."
"The west?"
"Yes....the west."
Raaweeaean managed to pick his nose with the end of his own pointy nose. "And where they belong.....that's the west too, right?"
"*YES*, it is."
"Both at the same time?"
Raaweeaean's eyes slowly turned plastic and round, and fell out of his head to go rolling across the floor. Ranka hiked up her skirts and stepped on one. She slipped and fell on her back, landing on the other eye and severely bending her spine. Getting laboriously to her feet required grabbing Raaweeaean's now-wooden tail and hauling herself to her feet. Raaweeaean himself stared doll-like from where he had been turned into a doll...stared without the aide of his eyes. Ranka strode primly out, heading southeast to where Yui and Nagi made their sordid home of love. Yui would know where Miyu was, and her condition, and maybe where a good strong cup of whisky was. Yui did have a fondness for the sauce.
Pazusu stalked away from Outback as best he could, dragging Knight Gia as he was. Carlua walked petulantly beside him with her arms folded over her breast, trapping Lemunia's hands. Prying Gia off the social worker, or vice versa, had been no easy task, physically or mentally. Spartoi had been dashing off behind bushes at random intervals, to which Pazusu made no inquiry. He didn't want to know. He did not-
"Master?"
"What? What?!? WHAT?!???!" One of Pazuzu's eye's bulged threateningly.*
Spartoi's crooked grin wavered uneasily. "Uh...Cait Sith's gone."
Pazusu rolled his eyes. "Cait Sith's been gone for a good two hours."
"Or a bad two hours. That social worker was rather tick-like in her persistence. Though I've not met many persistent ticks myself." Lemunia chortled haughtily. Carlua had thus far failed to acknowledge his new worldly air and succumb to his experienced sex skills. He sighed regretfully and stuffed his manacle back into his pocket. Carlua appeared to be busy inspecting the tip of one nail, while actually circumspectly checking out Lord Pazusu's ass for future sexual obsession potential.
"Someone's farts smells like Fritos..." Spartoi grinned at his own expansive knowledge.
Suddenly a figure stepped out from behind a tree and threw itself at Spartoi, dagger extended.
High pitched giggling echoed through the forest.
*I love Daria. Mr. DeMartino never gets old.
The next chapter's gonna be a big ol' long one! Yeee-hawwwww!
"AUUUGGHHHHH!!"
"AIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Himiko tried to ward herself from the blow by waving her arms frantically above her head. One of her flailing arms caught Larva's hand just as he drew close enough to strike. With a small sharp snap, his fingernail popped off and went flying over Himiko's shoulder.
"AUUUGH!!!!" Larva halted in mid-lunge and clutched his injured hand to his chest. "Owwww!!"
Suddenly approximately 138 pounds of flying human flesh hit Larva in the midsection, carrying him to the ground with it.
"I KISS IT BETTER!" Himiko, sitting astride Larva, tried to grab Larva's hand, which he kept pulling out of her grasp. "I KISS IT BETTER!!!"
Larva tore his hand away and, using his good finger, poked Himiko sharply in the eye. She reeled back onto her knees over Larva. "AAAhhhhoowww hee hee hee hee heeeeee! Lookit I did!"
Larva pushed Himiko disgustedly off himself. "*I* did it, you vacuous bitch."
Himiko inhaled sharply, then sat, her head slightly off to one side, staring at Larva's cloak-hidden crotch. He frowned menacingly at her, and got wearily to his feet and began to wander back and forth, head down, searching for the lost nail. Himiko sat staring at a spot on the ground where Larva's cloak-hidden crotch used to be. Her hand began scratching her left breast idly.
"AUUUGHHH!!!!!!"
"Ranka screams like a little girl."
Ranka sat up slowly, one hand to her head. "What a strange and disturbing dream. I wonder what the duhhhhhhh.................." She shook her head to clear it. "Oh right. That Himiko lady. Kept calling me Henry. How long have I been unconscious?"
"Umm........" Raaweeaean consulted the clock on the wall, which had been stuck at three for days and days. (God I'm stupid) "Mmmmmm..........biiirrrrrrrrd."
Ranka grimaced at what she guessed was supposed to be his head. She then grimaced at her own mental grammar and got up from where she had slumped against the wall after her brain had stopped functioning due to Himiko's detailed inquiries about Kei's physical anatomy and kinky preferences. "Raaweeaean, we have to find Miyu. However much I HATE THE BITCH, ahem, she's all that will keep those creeps to the west where they belong."
"The west?"
"Yes, the west."
"The west?"
"Yes....the west."
Raaweeaean managed to pick his nose with the end of his own pointy nose. "And where they belong.....that's the west too, right?"
"*YES*, it is."
"Both at the same time?"
Raaweeaean's eyes slowly turned plastic and round, and fell out of his head to go rolling across the floor. Ranka hiked up her skirts and stepped on one. She slipped and fell on her back, landing on the other eye and severely bending her spine. Getting laboriously to her feet required grabbing Raaweeaean's now-wooden tail and hauling herself to her feet. Raaweeaean himself stared doll-like from where he had been turned into a doll...stared without the aide of his eyes. Ranka strode primly out, heading southeast to where Yui and Nagi made their sordid home of love. Yui would know where Miyu was, and her condition, and maybe where a good strong cup of whisky was. Yui did have a fondness for the sauce.
Pazusu stalked away from Outback as best he could, dragging Knight Gia as he was. Carlua walked petulantly beside him with her arms folded over her breast, trapping Lemunia's hands. Prying Gia off the social worker, or vice versa, had been no easy task, physically or mentally. Spartoi had been dashing off behind bushes at random intervals, to which Pazusu made no inquiry. He didn't want to know. He did not-
"Master?"
"What? What?!? WHAT?!???!" One of Pazuzu's eye's bulged threateningly.*
Spartoi's crooked grin wavered uneasily. "Uh...Cait Sith's gone."
Pazusu rolled his eyes. "Cait Sith's been gone for a good two hours."
"Or a bad two hours. That social worker was rather tick-like in her persistence. Though I've not met many persistent ticks myself." Lemunia chortled haughtily. Carlua had thus far failed to acknowledge his new worldly air and succumb to his experienced sex skills. He sighed regretfully and stuffed his manacle back into his pocket. Carlua appeared to be busy inspecting the tip of one nail, while actually circumspectly checking out Lord Pazusu's ass for future sexual obsession potential.
"Someone's farts smells like Fritos..." Spartoi grinned at his own expansive knowledge.
Suddenly a figure stepped out from behind a tree and threw itself at Spartoi, dagger extended.
High pitched giggling echoed through the forest.
*I love Daria. Mr. DeMartino never gets old.
The next chapter's gonna be a big ol' long one! Yeee-hawwwww!