*pokes readers* EH?! Nani?! You mean to tell me that people actually LIKE this weird, twisted spawn of my demented mind???? *faints*
Several hours later......
*sits up, rubs head* Itai..... Well, anyways, here's chapter ten! Wow...I'm spittin' em out like crazy! *grins manically* Heh heh heh heh.... Oh, I also wanted to make something clear ('cause I REALLY don't want to be sued!!): The Frying Pan of Doom is a frying pan that comes from The Book of Enchantments, by Patricia C. Wrede. I've never owned it, and I've never claimed to. I just use it to put annoying Bishonen *cough cough* Duo...*cough cough* in line. Also: I use it to annoy Jade Akutenshi and my other friends. *grins innocently* So....um.....yeah! *grins* Ja!
Gotta Catch a Bishonen!
Chapter Ten
"NANI?!" Arashi's shriek echoed throughout the laboratory. The kind professor covered her ears at the [loud] exclamation, wincing at the high decibels the young Bishonen trainer was able to achieve. Luckily, Arashi noticed this and closed her mouth, blushing darkly. "Gomen," she whispered softly, her eyes averted to the floor.
The professor grinned widely and lightly tapped a finger to the large tube. "As I was saying, Terry is extremely picky. He wants to chose his Bishonen trainer. But the problem is, he doesn't like any of the girls that I bring in. He started causing problems; he didn't like ANY of them at all. Which was rather frustrating, believe me. So, to show his disapproval at my choices, he started causing problems. I don't want to go into full detail, but let's just say that I had to get the laboratory rebuilt." She sighed and seemed to glare darkly at the imprisoned Bishonen. "So...the only thing left for me to do was to stick him in there, until he finally decided to chose a trainer. And you, my dear Arashi, are his new trainer."
Arashi blinked rapidly for several moments; her eyes were glazed and unfocused. Then, when the elderly professor was beginning to worry about the young Bishonen trainer, Arashi grinned broadly and glomped the smaller, older women.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!" Arashi exclaimed, practically squeezing the air out of the small professor. "I've always wanted a Terry!! And now I have one!!" With one last squeeze, Arashi let her go and started fiddling with the buttons on the tank's control panel. The professor's eyes widened when she saw this.
"NO!! Don't start playing with the buttons!!"
Arashi turned around, a puzzled look on her face. "Why not?" she asked as her hands wandered absently and accidently pressed against a big red button. A faint rumbling was heard, not unlike the sound of a gathering thunder storm. Arashi looked around, a confused expression on her face. Then, all hell broke lose.
The tank exploded out in a shower of glass and liquid. Arashi was knocked down to the floor, and chemicals washed over her, stinging the many cuts she acquired from her trek through the woods. Her hiss of pain soon turned to an 'oomph!' of surprise as a large body landed on her. Looking up, she smirked at her Terry. "Hiya," she greeted him.
Terry smiled back. "How are you?" he asked her.
Arashi seemed to look thoughtful for a minute. She finally answered: "Well, not very good, due to the fact that your knee is digging into my kidneys. Somehow, I don't think that that is a very good thing."
Terry grinned and got off of her. He reached down and gave her a hand up. Looking around, they surveyed their (well, actually, ARASHI'S) damage. The laboratory's main door had been knocked off of it's hinges and part of the wall had been destroyed. The elderly professor was just sitting up, a look of horror passing over her gentle face.
Arashi laughed nervously. "Heh heh heh heh......looks like they don't make buildings like they used to," she commented. Then, before she could get a response, she grabbed Terry's arm, the Batman suit lying on a table near the tank, and ran as fast as she could to the living quarters where she had left her Bishonen, her sister, and her sister's Bishonen.
The elderly professor watched them leave, a look of amusement flickering across her lined face. "Well......at least now I know why Terry decided to chose her as his Bishonen trainer. She's even more destructive than him!!" Then, with a long-suffering sigh, she returned her attention back to the re-destroyed lab. "And here I was thinking that he couldn't cause any trouble because he was in his cell. Instead, his trainer destroys my lab instead!!" With another sigh, she reached for the phone and pressed the button on the first speed dial number.
"Hello, you have reached Carl's Carpenters for Catastrophes. How may I help you?"
The professor sighed. "Yes, this is Professor Maple--"
Before she could continue, the voice interrupted her. "Oh!! It's YOU again! Don't worry, Mr. Carl says that he now has an emergency carpentry team on 24-hour shifts in case you call. Don't worry, ma'am, we'll be over at the Bishonen Center in twenty minutes."
And, with that, the person hang up. Professor Maple blinked, staring down at the phone in surprise. "Well.......whadda ya know," she murmured, blinking a little. "I never thought I'd see the day....." With a shrug, she began to clean up some of the mess that Arashi caused, trying to make the laboratory look at least presentable. Before she began, her last thought was: I feel sorry for Terry, now. He has my utmost pity. She chuckled a little and started to sweep up the glass shards littering the floor.
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Duet yawned and rubbed her eyes, squinting in the bright sun. The group had quickly left the Bishonen Center after Arashi's 'accident' and were wandering around the bazaar section of Merchant Town. "Why did you wake us up so early, Arashi-chan?" she asked, her voice slurring softly. "I was sleepin'."
Arashi nodded absently, her hand waving unconcernedly in the air. "Well.....'member what we discovered last night? 'Member how this is Merchant Town, Duet?"
Duet nodded her affirmation, looking at the stalls in interest. "Yeah......but why do you want to know if I remember all of that? It's not like there's anything important here, Arashi. Just a bunch of old and horny," she added when she watched an old vendor hide a hentai magazine behind a newspaper, "merchants and traders. Unless we want to get food, why should we care about all of this?"
Arashi grinned as she quickly unbraided and replaited Duo's hair. (Duet didn't like how Duo's braid looked when she did it, and Duo thought that braiding his hair was a pain in the butt. So they both had Arashi do it. By now, she could even braid Duo's hair as she was walking.) "Well......." she began. "Remember Social Studies class? Remember how traders usually sell anything. Weapons, drugs, illegal slaves," at this, both Arashi and Duet frowned deeply. Their mother had been an illegal slave until she had been freed, "and.....Bishonen."
"WHAT?!" Duet shrieked, pouncing on Arashi. "You can't be serious!!!"
Arashi frowned, trying to pull Duet off of her back. Once Duet had finally loosened her hold and had slid off of her sister's back, Arashi continued: "Bishonen have been in demand lately. Lots of merchants sell them to trainers that don't have enough time to go out and catch their Bishonen themselves. So.......I figured maybe we could both add to our collection."
Arashi quickly counted her Bishonen. "Let's see......I have Goku, Juunana, Heero, Trunks, Terry, and Clef. That makes it a total of six. You have Duo, Vegeta, Wufei, and Kenshin. You have four. So.....um......how about you get nine Bishonen, and I'll get seven. That way, we'll finally have the same amount of Bishonen. How does that sound?"
Duet quickly nodded, then reached into her pockets, searching for money. After several minutes, a horrified expression flickered across her face. She turned her pockets inside out, hoping to find a dollar......a quarter......a nickel.....ANYTHING!!! But all she got for her efforts were a couple lint balls. Duet's eyes began to tear up and her lower lip began to tremble. "Arashi......" she began, looking at the thick wad of bills in her older sister's hand.
Arashi sighed, then gave her sister half of the bills. "I hope you'll learn your lesson this time," she scolded. "You need to learn to save your money, not spend it on ice cream!!"
Duet nodded absently, took the bills, and ran off. Vegeta, Duo, Kenshin, and Wu-Wu gave each other long-suffering looks and chased after their Bishonen trainer. Arashi watched them go, a smirk decorating her lips. "Ten bucks says that she blows all of her money on ice cream," Arashi stated, giving her Bishonens a sidelong glance.
They shook their heads no, not willing to take that bet. "We know your sister better than that," Juunana replied, giving his trainer an amused smile.
Arashi sighed; then she, too, dragged her Bishonen off to a stall.
Several minutes later........
Arashi glared at the vendor's wares darkly, poking several Bisho-balls while she was at it. "There's no good Bishonen!!" she complained to the vendor. I want some that would kick butt!! Not a......"she poked the Bisho-ball once again, causing the Bishonen to pop out, "Quatre."
The female vendor blinked, then quickly put Quatre back in his ball. "Well......what would you want?" she asked politely, looking at Juunana out of the corner of her eye. He saw this and smirked at her; she blushed and looked away.
Arashi thought for a minute. "I want someone strong! Someone who would win battles!! I don't know who....but I.....I.......oh! I don't know!" Arashi scowled down at the table in front of her, absently tracing the checkers with a mental finger.
The vendor grinned to herself, then beckoned the group closer. "You want a Bishonen..... with power to destroy the world, ne?" she asked softly, her black eyes seeming to draw a person deeper, until she swallowed a person's soul whole.
Arashi nodded, her own gray eyes narrowing. "Yes, I want a Bishonen that powerful. But.....the question is: do you have one?" Her eyes narrowed further, and the female vendor could hear a voice whispering in the back of her mind: You won't fool me with your paltry parlor tricks.....you will not get either mine, or my Bishonen's powers. My father, too, was a Bishonen, and I know how to recognize it in others, too. Your father was a psychic, ne? So your tricks won't work on me. So show us the Bishonen, now.
The vendor blinked rapidly and tore her gaze away from Arashi. "Come this way," she said softly, her eyes averted to the ground. She led the group deeper into the tent, where the shadows dominated the area. And there, a small group of black Bisho-balls with silver highlights lay on a black velvet blanket. "These.......these are what you're looking for."
Arashi stepped closer, though her Bishonen stayed back, looking at the black balls in awe. "This......this is what I wanted," Arashi said softly to herself. Her hand slowly touched each ball with a pale fingertip. As she did so, the occupant of the ball popped out in a flash of black light. Kamui, Sanosuke, Akio, Dios, Tasuki, Mikage, and Hotohori. Some didn't consider them powerful Bishonen, but they were wrong. These Bishonen were strong. Strong enough to destroy a world. Arashi grinned, her smile dark and mischievous. "I'll take them."
Arashi quickly threw a wad of money at the vendor, put the Bishonen back into their Bisho-balls, and decided to try to find her little sister.
Duet looked down at the fifteen scoop nearly-gone ice cream cone sorrowfully, then looked at her much diminished wad of bills. She sweatdropped, and looked at her Bishonen, blushing. "Well....who'd have known that a fifteen scoop ice cream cone would've cost that much?" she asked, laughing nervously.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, muttering something about 'bakas' and 'I can't believe I have her for a trainer'. Duo's eyes narrowed, and he 'accidently-on-purpose' smacked Vegeta in the face with his three foot long braid. "It's okay, Duet-chan," he began, "I'm sure we'll find some cheap Bishonen for you somewhere......"
Wufei began to shake his head, muttering something along the same lines as Vegeta. Suddenly, Kenshin piped up. "I think that that's what you are looking for, indeed it is," he said, pointing to a run-down stall down the lane. In front of the stall, there was a rather large sign that said: Bishonen for cheap! Sold to best offer!
Duet's eyes lit up and she grabbed Duo's braid, dragging him with her as she jogged to the stall. Her sudden change of mood disappeared just as fast when she saw that noone was there. "Heeeeeeelllllllllllooooooooo?" Duet yelled into the tent, making sure that the tent was deserted.
"What do you want?" an on man who looked remarkably like Howard (and also dressed in one of the incredibly tacky Hawaiian shirts) from Gundam Wing grumbled. "Days of Our Lives is on, and I don't want to miss anything!! So hurry up and tell me what you want, then move your butts!"
Duet blinked. "Ummmmm......I wanna buy nine Bishonen?" she asked warily. "I have.....," quickly she counted her money, "ten dollars and twenty-nine cents."
The old man quickly snatched the money from Duet's outstretched hand, looked at it, and reached under the table. He scowled darkly at her, then plopped nine Bisho-balls on top of the table. "Here ya go. Now get, and don't bother me again while The Days of Our Lives is playing, got it?"
Duet and her Bishonen gulped, then nodded quickly. "Got it," she replied. The man (whose name still remains a mystery to this day) 'hmphed' and left. Soon, the sounds of faked sobbing, screams of anger, and staged cat fights could be heard. Duet sweatdropped, then walked away from the stall as fast as she could.
Several minutes later, the small group came to a tree. Duet sat down, Indian-style, and her Bishonen followed suit. "Hmmmmm.......I wonder what Bishonen I got," Duet wondered aloud.
Duo poked her gently. "Well! Open 'em and find out!!"
Duet scowled at Duo, but still followed his order. She tossed the Bisho-balls away from her self, yelling, "Bishonen! I chose you!!"
In a flash of light, Duet's nine new Bishonen appeared. Raditz, Ranma, Quatre, Ryoga, Tenchi, Goten, Kuno, Ferio, and Vash.
From four miles away, Arashi could hear Duet's scream of "YATTA!!!!!!!!"