Spot: AH! SEE!!? Change the name, and suddenly, what do I get? READERS! How thrilling!

Allen: I don't have pants? HUH!?!?

Spot: quit yer whinin' boy. Anyway, thank you for reviewing, peoples, and I'm gunna try to update more often. Hopefully bi-weekly, but, life does have the uncanny ability of bashing my head in with a sledgehammer now and then, so...

Oh, just to clarify: Yes, there will be many lovey-dovey Allen scenes. But I also get the right to make fun of him as often as I want. Along with just about any other character. I can almost guarantee that Allen will be without pants for at least one chapter,, though I doubt it'll turn into anything "citrusy". That would just be weird. So don't write me hate reviews (I haven't had any of those yet. Goodie!) Or anything. It's MY right and I RESERVE that right! If you don't like it, don't read it. Sillies. NYAR!

Allen: JELLIES!

Nuku-chan: JELLIES!

Spot: Just... read the chapter... while I... handle this......

insert argument consisting of the word "jellies" shouted at undulating levels of pitch here



CHAPTER 3: Wherein Much Nudity Doesn't Start Any revolutions

Chizu woke up cold and sweating. She groped about blindly for her covers, fingers grazing frigid stone and mortar. Frowning, she attempted to turn over, and shrieked as her bottom half crashed off the bed onto her top half; already on the floor. From her new position, the blonde had a wonderful view of a fantastic hoard of dust bunnies gathering in full military force beneath the bed. They eyed her suspiciously, but proceeded with their doomsday operations. Chizu blinked a few times, the realization of her location slowly dawning on her.

She was not in her bed at home. In fact, she wasn't even on Earth anymore. She appeared to be in a very large castle, the likes of which hadn't been dusted in ages, beneath a very regal bed, which likewise had been misused. She was naked, she was cold, and most importantly, she was HUNGRY!

Righting herself, Chizu whipped the heavy quilt off her bed (detonating a thick fog of dust, which spread in mushroom-cloud formation) and wrapped it around her unclad body. The dust bunnies waved a farewell as she toddles out of the room, bleary-eyed and grumbling about cold feet.

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Allen glanced up as he heard a commotion down the hall, one eyebrow crawling its way studiously up towards his hairline. The other joined it with frightening speed as Chizu was dragged half-naked and fuming into the room by two very happy guards.

"Er Captain, we uh caught a... uh.. Hehehe... you know..." he grinned, leered, chuckled and waggled his eyebrows in so many ways that everyone else in the room paused to watch. Allen dropped both brows and brought them together in a frown.

"Are you using this ridiculous display to cover the fact that you can't remember the word "woman"?" he snapped. The guard giggled girlishly, and jiggled Chizu's arm. Her quilt slipped, and a round thigh emerged from the folds of fabric. A drooling silence followed this sudden development. Allen shook his head and snapped his fingers.

"Release her, men! She's a lady, and not to be treated so roughly!" the captain ordered imperiously, flicked a strand of long, yellow hair out of his view.

The two men promptly dropped their captive. She gathered her covers around her and slowly stood, shaking her own hair out of her face. Suddenly, the two went down with yowls of pain, clutching at their genitals in a manner that can only signify the most excruciating agony.

And Chizu retracted her knee, turned around and bared her teeth at the room in general.

"Need. Food. Now," Our bold and naked heroine growled barbarically.

A veritable maelstrom of bodies and activity followed these three simple commands as soldiers scrambled to fulfill her request.

Allen steepled his fingers and wriggled an eyebrow at his guest, mouth corners twitching convulsively.

"Excellent choice in attire, my lady," he remarked. Chizu pulled the cloth tighter about her and blew air out through her lips in a rather rude gesture of impertinence. The knight laughed softly, and gestured for her to take a seat opposite him at the table.

"Please, while we await your supper, would you tell me about yourself? Starting with your name?" His inquiry held her attention whilst he slyly whipped a pack of "nudie" playing cards off the table and into a pocket.

Chizu plopped unceremoniously into the chair and fixed Allen with an curious look.

"Name's Chizu," she stated bluntly, shifting her temporary robes. Allen swiftly caught the proffered hand with his own and touched it to his lips. Chizu laughed. "Wow! That was almost renaissance!"

Allen released her hand with a bemused smile, and touched at his hair impulsively.

"Your hair is gorgeous," Chizu exclaimed, leaning over to touch it, hold it, touchie-touchie, feelie-feelie, and so on. Allen nodded knowingly, eyes closed with satisfaction, totally overwhelmed by his all-encompassing beauty.

"It is perfect, isn't it?" he smirked. Deliberately, he opened his eyes and found his view consumed by the voluptuous crevasse that was Chizu's cleavage. He stuttered out a few words, and grew silent, concentrating merely on swallowing the saliva welling up in his mouth.

"Gargagaaaaulgle," he gasped out inarticulately. Chizu stopped her fondling, and slowly pulled back to stare at her host's stricken face.

"What?" she demanded angrily. Allen swallowed loudly and managed to tear his eyes away.

"You, uh... might want to change clothes after supper," he suggested when the capacity for coherence had returned to him. Realization slowly dawned on Chizu as she peered down her front and her cleavage yawned up at her in a most insubordinate manner.

When the food arrived, it was set before a grumbling, ravenous Chizu and Allen, who sported suspicious red prints on either side of his face.

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LATER THAT EVENING.....

Allen sat in front of his dresser mirror, running a brush slowly and lovingly through his golden locks.

"Oh baby. Yeah, that's it... work for me, baby, work for me!" He murmured gently into his reflection. His chair complained as he stood up and gently placed the pearl brush on the bureau top and lifted his arms over his head in a long, luxurious stretch. His clothes lay all over the floor, his bed was scrunched and knotted with restless movement.

He brought his hands down and planted them firmly as he surveyed his quarters in his yellow, silk boxers. Much as a slave master would his latest purchase.

His lips pursed as he bent to retrieve his discarded clothing.

Just then the door slammed open, and a bedraggled, wild-eyed Chizu exploded into the room.