Ok, chapter 6 is this. So that's it for today. I know it took a while, but I was occupied otherwise and I lost my datas two times. Sorry.

This is also my first and only attempt of a songfic. I don't think it is very good, but I thought I should give it a try at last.

Disclaimer: The usual. They're not mine and no money.

Life In Hell Is… Beautifull?

Chapter6: Stairway to heaven – or – Jeice escapes

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There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
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While the Ginyu-Force distracted Gozu and Mezu and Reccome had his fair share of troubele with the baby, Jeice had managed to slip through the entrance of the 'secret' passage. It was completely dark inside and after a few carefull steps forward, he stumbled over something, that he recognized soon as the steps of a really huge stair. Silently cursing, he rubbed his bruised shinbone.

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And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
With a word she can get what she came for

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"Fine.", he muttered. "It was to be expected. Since hell is down, I have to climb upward."

He breathed deeply and created a small energy-ball in his hand to light the way. Unfortunately the light vanished into nothing after a moment. The orange man sighed in defeat and began climbing the stairway in complete darkness, cursing, muttering and  whinning constantly under his breath.

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There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
And you know sometimes words have two meanings
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'Well, that had to happen, hadn't it?' --- 'Hope the Captain and the others wer able to ditract those creeps…' --- 'But why did I have to do all the really heavy work? I'm smart, good looking and I'm sexy…' --- '…well that has to be it. They're all jealous of me.' --- 'At least I'm not stuck with the baby. Hehe, poor Recoome.'

The snicker he let loose at the thought of the bulky redhead trying to soothe a crying saiyan baby was ended by a stumble, a hiss and a loud stream of curses.

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In the tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

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"Fucking darkness, how the fuck in all HFIL can it be so motherfucking dark? Shit, shit SHIT!!!", he cried out loud, rubbing his sore knee. Then a little carefully he patted the step searching for the thing that had thrown him off balance. There was something. He noticed something slick and wet underneath his searching hands.

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There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
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'What's this? Someone lost something?' He coughed at the thought and nearly felt backwards down the stairs again. Maybe somebody spilled something, but who? And why is it smelling so bad? Jeice came to the conclusion that if he want to know, which he still wasn't completely sure, he needed to see, even if it was only for a moment. Sighing, he created a small and rapidly fading ki-ball in his right. In the sheen of the dimming light he saw red stains on the steps and on his hands.

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In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking

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Shrieking he tumbled back and felt down the stairway about a few meters till he managed to catch himself. Holy shit! His heartbeat began a rapid punding and blood rushed through his body, carrying icy waves of thread through his veins. With eyes still looking on his hands, even if he wasn't able to see anything, he felt the sticky substance clung to his flesh, burning him. Jeice choked with fear. 'Why me... why...' Trying to keep quiet he eavesdroped into the darkness, but heart only his blood and heartbeat drumming in his head. Then a low scratching noise reached his ears – like steel on stone. Jeice froze and held his breath. Someone or something was coming out of the darkness below him.

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And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
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Again he heard the scartching this time acompanied by a strange rumbling, like the deep gutural growl of a huge beast. All blood rushed fron Jeices face.

'No! NO!'. he sreamed mentally. 'This cannot be!'

Striken by fear, he scrambled up on his feet and began running up the steps, stumbling more then once, barely managing to catch himself in time. He didn't know how long he was running, but soon his breath became ragged and he felt like thousend needles being thorn in his sides.

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And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forest will echo with laughter

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'I know I shouldn't have slacked of the training so much…', he thought ruefully. For a moment he stopped to catch his breath but a high shriek that turned into a loud growl let him forget his tiredness. Blood pounded in his ears, colored spots danced before his eyes and his breath was heavy and ragged. Soon Jeice couldn't run anymore. He felt on his knees, but dared not to stop. He scrambeld forward as fast as possible, further away fron the horrible sounds, which seemed to come nearer and nearer with every moment.

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If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen

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'No, no… I don't want to die!' Jeice wailed on the inside. Pictures and scenes of horrific monsters started to haunt him, grabing him and eating him alive. In his mind he saw his arms being thorn from his body, his blood spurting out everywhere and the crunching sound of teeth being thorn in his flesh and bones was filling his fear and brought it to new hights. Driven by despair he got on his feet again and hurried further. Red spots began to dance in front of his eyes. The air felt hot and heavy. Like in trance he took one step after another, higher and higher towards whatever there might be as long as it was away from whatever was down the stairs. The noise grew behind him and sometimes it seemed like it was right above him.

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Yes there are two paths you can go by
but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on

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'I'm death, I'm so fucking death…. I cannot die again... OH, god I will die!!!', Jeice thought, while falling onto his knees. He was about to give up and take his fate as he saw a small shimmer of light from above. Jeice stumbled to his feet. The light promised safety. Like a moth drawn to the flame he began to climb again. First on his feet then on his hands and knees. 'Must make it, please gods, help me, save me I promise I will be good forever.', Jeice silently pleaded and scrambled forward towards the light.

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Your head is humming and it won't go because you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady can't you hear the wind blow and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind

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Finally with the last bit of his strenght he reached the upmost landing. The light came from a small slit right above him. With his back he leant against a wooden wall and slit down. He tried to breath even and to steady his quivering limbs. With fear he eavesdropped down into the darkness, but the noises had stopped. Everything seemed fine at least.

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And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our souls

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'Well, I made it.', Jeice thought and grinned like a fool. "YEAH, I MADE IT! CAN YOU HEAR ME DOWN THERE? I MADE IT. I, JEICE WILL NOT BECOME FOOD FOR SOME VILE AND FILTHY BEAST! HA, I'M THE GREATEST!"

Suddenly, he stopped boosting his ego. From beyond the light he could hear voices. Someone was there. Carefully he pressed against the wood. With a low scratching, it slowly sliped forth a bit and with little effort Jeice floated a little higher, so he managed look over the rim. All he could see was a part of a giant dark violett suit. Jeice was somehow stunned. Where was he? Somehow he remembered this… somehow… He was thrown out of his musing by a deep loud voice.

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There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show

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„Damn! KORTU!!" Jeice jerked back. He knew this voice. It was awfully familar. Something he heart before and never forgot.

Another higher voice answered. „I'm here King Enma. How can I be of service?"

This hit Jeice like a lightningbolt. King Enma! He was right in front of the ruler of the Underworld! Jeice gulped and all blood drained from his face, turning it nearly as white as his hair, obly with a hint of grey. 'I hope he doesn't look my way.'

But Enma seemed not to take notice of the small orangered man who looked frozen back from the slit of a huge drawer.

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How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last

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„Kortu! – Hell – these noises – Hell – they drive me crazy. Hell, Hell, HELL! – I want the service pipeline repaired – NOW!. This constant screeching – Hell – and rumbling is about to drive me totally nuts! – Hell – how am I supposed to do my job, when I constantly have headaches! – Hell!

Jeice could hear another voice answering pliant. „I've already ordered the serviceteam to repair the pipelines. Right now they seal the holes in the coolingpipeline, your highness. They soon will have fixed it."

"Who had the stupid idea to build the servicetunnel – HELL!! – right beneath my office anyway? – HELL, HELL, HELL!!!." , the giant judge of the souls and lord of the underworld muttered in frustration.

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When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll

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As the words he heart finally sunk in, Jeice momemtarily forgot how to levitate. He slumped down and against the wooden wall. Then, after a few moments of complete silence, only interupted my King Enmas voice, an uncontrolled giggle left his throat. His eyes began to dilate and shocks wracked his frame. „Service... pipe... lines...", he giggled and looked at his hands, which still were stained dark red. „Cooling liquid..."

That's why this smelled so different. He hadn't paid enough attention to this, as well as to the noise.  There never was a beast after him. There never was blood on the steps. Jeice couldn't hold it any longer. A manical laughter escaped his throat, muffled by the try to get enough air in and not to become unconscious.

„There, Kort! Can you hear that!? How – HELL! – am I supposed to do my work – HELL - ... NO I mean heaven!!!. Look what this does to me! If they do not finish the repair within the next hour, I let them clean out the bloodpools on the fith level – WITH THEIR BARE HANDS – HELL!."

„Yes King Enma.", the one called Kortu obediantly stated.

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There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

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Finally Jeice managed to stop his laughter and regained again some sense of selfconsciousness. „Nobody ever has to know this.", he swerd to himself. "How humiliating... me, Jeice, one of the best fighters in hell, after the captain and lord Frieza of course, but without doubt the best looking guy down there,nearly scared to death by some Cooling-liquid and old pipelines." He shook his head in defiance, then shrugged. "Well, at least I made it to the top."

He floaded again towards the rim and took a look around as much as he could affort without being noticed. 'Now ... how can I make it out of here and past Enma? One look of him down and I'm history. Well, I'm in deep shit, but that's ok.' He steaked his hands through his long white hair unconsciously rubbing some red liquid into it. 'I, Jeice, best looking fighter of the hell, will find a way.' With this he took a waiting stance, surveying his surroundings and waited for his chance to escape his position right under Enmas nose.

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And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
With a word she can get what she came for

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And she's buying a stairway to heaven, uh uh uh.

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TBC……………….

I'm not quite sure what I should write next. The Ginyu-Force returning home or Jeice tries pass by Enma…

Anyway, enjoy.J