Chapter 5: Fight, Fight, Fight!
Matson turned to look at Zel.
"Oh, and who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?" Matson growled, breaking the kiss and pulling away from Mihill, and she frowned.
"Zel, you have to ruin a good thing..." Mihill sighed.
"A good thing?" Zel's ears steamed.
"Ow, it burns! The steam, it burns!" a kid ran off screaming.
Zel plugged up his ears with his fingers. The steam began to pour out his nostrils.
"Oh, crap..." Zel muttered, rotating his hands and plugging up his nostrils with his extra fingers.
Zel suddenly felt like his head would explode. Indeed, it did, his eyes flew out of their sockets, steam pouring out from behind them.
"Err... Cleanup!" Z cried out. "Let's get this mess cleaned up, and then we can retry this scene..."
"Don't bother..." Dynast grinned, walking over to Zel's eyeballs, picking them up, inspecting them for a moment, and putting them back in Zel's eyes. "Did you know he's actually got two different irises? His eyes rotate all the way in his head, so he can make it look like his eyes are a different color just by spinning his.."
"Stop giving away my secrets!" Zel shouted. "Matson, how dare you touch my girl..."
"Your girl?" Matson blinked.
"You're girl?" Mihill blinked as well. "Oh, wait. YOUR. Okay. Wait. YOUR GIRL!?"
Zel sighed. "Yes, my girl!"
Mihill growled a bit. "Alright, well, we can always do this the way the old folks did it..."
"Oh?" Matson asked.
"FIGHT!" Jayne cried out.
"WHOO!" Aere grinned.
"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!" Hasara laughed.
"Very well..." Matson extended his hand, a spirit sitting in it. The spirit had a military uniform on, a long rifle in one hand, because he had no hand there. As if it was merged with his hand. The colors on his uniform and his skin kept changing, just slightly.
"Oh, is that the way you want it?" Zel grinned. He snapped his fingers. "Dynast?"
"Oui?" Dynast asked in a purely fake french accent.
"Just integrate, already..." Zel sighed.
"Integrate? No, no, that's too much of a Shaman King Ripoff..." Matson stuck his tounge out. "Don't you know anything? Engage, Daren LiFe!"
Matson spread his arms, and Daren, who's military uniform was, for a few moments, hot pink, dissapeared into Matson's body.
"Two things. One. Is it life you just said?" Zel asked.
"No, it's LiFe" the ghost said.
"How's that different from life?" Zel asked.
"There's emphasis on the L and F" the ghost sighed.
"Okay. And two. Engange? Isn't that just stolen from another one of Z's fics?" Zel blinked.
"Shut up and get to work!" Z commanded.
"Oh, whatever..." Zel sighed. "Engage, Dynast!"
Zel suddenly felt somebody push him out of his body. "Thank you, I'll take over from here!" Dynast laughed.
"Oh no..." Zel sighed.
"Didn't I ever tell you that? I've been waiting for x amount of years waiting for a chance to Engage, and in that time, my bloodthirst has risen..."
"Oh, great, now my body is taken over by a bloodthirsty killer" Zel sighed.
"Yup!" Dynast's spirit grinned menacingly.
"We're all screwed" Zel sighed again.
Matson came charging suddenly, a large quarterstaff, with a blade on each end, appearing in his hands. "Die, you fool!"
Zel dived sideways, but the staff turned in mid-air. It slashed Zel in the back.
"It's enchanted, I think..." Dynast smiled. "It's destined to follow it's target once swung..."
Matson smiled. "Dead on..." Daren's deep voice smiled. He lifted up the quarterstaff again, bringing it swinging down.
Zel grinned, as he dashed down, slipping between Matson's legs.
"Oh, this is going to hurt..." Matson gulped.
The flat blade of the staff socked Matson right in the groin.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!" Matson screamed like a girl.
"Oooh..." Half the school let out a moan of pity.
"Matson, Matson!" Jayne had a set of cheerleader's palm-palms.
"It's all right!" Hasara had another set of them.
"Matson, Matson!" Jayne cried out.
Aera finished up, shouting "Fight Fight Fight!"
"Oh, you're all against me!" Dynast/Zel cursed, as he reached for a lock, and found himself conveniently holding the trapped lock. Gairyio smiled.
"Want it?" Gairyio asked.
"Sure..." Zel smiled.
"It's set to blow in a minute, good luck!" Gairyio took off running. The dial on the lock clicked down to 59.
"To... blow?" Zel blinked. "Is that what he said?"
Zel's eyes and mind wandered, a rather rude smile twisting on Zel's face.
"Snap out of it, man!"
Zel rolled to the side, to see Sirius standing over him. There was a large crash, as the staff's blades hit the floor.
"Stop it, both of you!" Sirius cried out. "There's no reason to fi..."
"There he is!"
Sirius' eyes shot open. He turned around, slowly, his eyes opening wider.
"Look, girls!"
There was a large crowd of girls.
"There he is! EEE!" a few of them shouted, before they tore down the hall.
Sirius turned and ran. Meanwhile, the dial on the lock ticked down to 40.
Jayne, Hasara, and Aera tackled him. "Listen, girls, he's ours!" Hasara was laying on his back.
"Yeah, so don't come any closer!" Aera sat, her soft ass against Sirius's firm male behind.
"Right! Back off!" Hasara was crouched down, petting his head of hair like a cat.
Sirius blushed very red.
"Step away from him!" Amy shouted out, charging after them.
"Umm..." Sirius gulped.
He was promptly buried under a mountain of fighting girls. The dial clicked down to 30.
"Damn, all he needs is some honey, and he'd be the luckiest man in the world..." Matson blinked.
"Yeah, that's my thoughts exactly..." Zel smiled.
"Now, then, where were we?" Matson asked.
"Umm..." Zel thought for a few moments. "Somewhere right about... Now!"
Zel charged forward, the lock in his hands.
"Oh, he's got a lock! What's he going to do to me... Pinch me?" Matson laughed, as the dial ticked down to 20.
Matson swung the weapon, cutting open Zel's other shoulder, and making him stumble. As he stood up, the dial hit 15.
"This should be fun..." Zel jumped forward, catching the blade, and holding Matson still for a moment with all of his weight on the staff. Down to 10...
"Hmm? It's moving on it's own..." Matson noticed.
"Yup..." Zel grinned. It was down to 6...
"Oh no!" Mihill cried out, turning tail and running. 4...
"Eat..." 3...
"This," 2...
"CHEATER!" Zel shouted, shoving the lock down Matson's throat. It hit one.
"Oh dear..." Matson spat the lock back up, it bounced off of Zel's face.
*BOOM*
Zel went flying in one direction, catching up quickly and running over Mihill. They tumbled to the ground.
Meanwhile, Matson flew in the other direction, slamming through the glass window at the end of the hall. There was a shatter, a few moments, then... 'Ow'.
As Zel and Mihill rolled, Mihill's dress caught on the edge of a locker, and tore off, leaving her in the bare minimum. Zel's shirt got caught, pulling it off and leaving his muscles bare.
A few moments later, they both stopped rolling, and Zel found himself on top of Mihill. His face was red. Mihill looked up at him.
"YOU PERVERT!" Mihill pulled back, landing a sharp blow to Zel's burned face. He stumbled backwards, falling off of Mihill.
"Stupid Rapist..." Mihill stuck her tounge out. "Look what you did to me!"
There was a whistle. The classic whistle a guy gives when he sees a good-looking girl.
Gairyio smiled. "Zel, you little runt, can't even go your first day without trying to get some, can you?"
Zel stood up, and realized just what Gairyio had meant. "No! No! It wasn't like that...!"
"Why not?" Mihill stood up, grabbing him. "Let's get busy before anybody in this school figures out what just happened..." she pulled open a classroom door, threw Zel in, and shut it behind her, leaving a stunned Gairyio.
Gairyio blinked, before he heard a muffled gasping. He turned, where Sirius was gasping under the mountain of girls. "Oh! Don't worry, Sirius, I'm coming!"
* * * * *
*A few joyous minutes later*
Zel panted a bit, pulling back on his boxers. "Gods..."
Mihill smiled, pulling on a towel of some sort. "If you don't mind, I have to sneak off to the girl's bathroom... Trust me. I know all the Air Routes... I can look in on any room in the school that I want!"
"You'll have to teach me that!" Zel grinned, pulling on his trousers.
"So you can do what? Spy on the girls?" Mihill laughed.
"Yeah..." Zel admitted.
"Don't worry, I spy on the guys..." Mihill grinned. "I saw you in the change room before gym..."
Zel blushed.
"Ah, but I've seen you a lot closer now!" Mihill laughed, before popping open an air vent and dissapearing in it, her foot catching it and pulling it shut behind her.
Zel reached for the locked knob, and opened it up.
Gairyio looked up, and saw the tired, distant look on Zel's face.
"I knew it..." Gairyio tutted. "You should have left some for me, you little player...'
"Ah, shut up..." Zel smiled. "If you're that needy, go grab yourself some of Actrise..."
"Not likely!" Gairyio shook his head. "I value my shamanic abilities too much!"
Zel shrugged. "Oh... Wait... Am I still able to...?"
Dynast sat on his shoulders. "Yup! Don't worry about that little 'outing', everybody's allowed a few times like that..."
Zel grinned. "Oh? How many?"
"Not like I'd tell YOU..." Dynast laughed.
"Shut up!" Zel cried out.
"You know, the last class of the day is coming up..." Morpheus walked by him. "You had best hurry up! We're practicing our skills today!"
"Whee!" Zel grinned madly, dashing along behind Morpheus.
"Oh, and just so you know..." Morpheus smiled. "You know that Andoryuu kid?"
"Yeah..." Zel responded.
"Just so you know, he's a TOTAL gossip! He saw and heard Mihill as she pulled you into that room... I think it's about to be all over the schoool..." Morph laughed.
"Eep..."
Matson turned to look at Zel.
"Oh, and who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?" Matson growled, breaking the kiss and pulling away from Mihill, and she frowned.
"Zel, you have to ruin a good thing..." Mihill sighed.
"A good thing?" Zel's ears steamed.
"Ow, it burns! The steam, it burns!" a kid ran off screaming.
Zel plugged up his ears with his fingers. The steam began to pour out his nostrils.
"Oh, crap..." Zel muttered, rotating his hands and plugging up his nostrils with his extra fingers.
Zel suddenly felt like his head would explode. Indeed, it did, his eyes flew out of their sockets, steam pouring out from behind them.
"Err... Cleanup!" Z cried out. "Let's get this mess cleaned up, and then we can retry this scene..."
"Don't bother..." Dynast grinned, walking over to Zel's eyeballs, picking them up, inspecting them for a moment, and putting them back in Zel's eyes. "Did you know he's actually got two different irises? His eyes rotate all the way in his head, so he can make it look like his eyes are a different color just by spinning his.."
"Stop giving away my secrets!" Zel shouted. "Matson, how dare you touch my girl..."
"Your girl?" Matson blinked.
"You're girl?" Mihill blinked as well. "Oh, wait. YOUR. Okay. Wait. YOUR GIRL!?"
Zel sighed. "Yes, my girl!"
Mihill growled a bit. "Alright, well, we can always do this the way the old folks did it..."
"Oh?" Matson asked.
"FIGHT!" Jayne cried out.
"WHOO!" Aere grinned.
"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!" Hasara laughed.
"Very well..." Matson extended his hand, a spirit sitting in it. The spirit had a military uniform on, a long rifle in one hand, because he had no hand there. As if it was merged with his hand. The colors on his uniform and his skin kept changing, just slightly.
"Oh, is that the way you want it?" Zel grinned. He snapped his fingers. "Dynast?"
"Oui?" Dynast asked in a purely fake french accent.
"Just integrate, already..." Zel sighed.
"Integrate? No, no, that's too much of a Shaman King Ripoff..." Matson stuck his tounge out. "Don't you know anything? Engage, Daren LiFe!"
Matson spread his arms, and Daren, who's military uniform was, for a few moments, hot pink, dissapeared into Matson's body.
"Two things. One. Is it life you just said?" Zel asked.
"No, it's LiFe" the ghost said.
"How's that different from life?" Zel asked.
"There's emphasis on the L and F" the ghost sighed.
"Okay. And two. Engange? Isn't that just stolen from another one of Z's fics?" Zel blinked.
"Shut up and get to work!" Z commanded.
"Oh, whatever..." Zel sighed. "Engage, Dynast!"
Zel suddenly felt somebody push him out of his body. "Thank you, I'll take over from here!" Dynast laughed.
"Oh no..." Zel sighed.
"Didn't I ever tell you that? I've been waiting for x amount of years waiting for a chance to Engage, and in that time, my bloodthirst has risen..."
"Oh, great, now my body is taken over by a bloodthirsty killer" Zel sighed.
"Yup!" Dynast's spirit grinned menacingly.
"We're all screwed" Zel sighed again.
Matson came charging suddenly, a large quarterstaff, with a blade on each end, appearing in his hands. "Die, you fool!"
Zel dived sideways, but the staff turned in mid-air. It slashed Zel in the back.
"It's enchanted, I think..." Dynast smiled. "It's destined to follow it's target once swung..."
Matson smiled. "Dead on..." Daren's deep voice smiled. He lifted up the quarterstaff again, bringing it swinging down.
Zel grinned, as he dashed down, slipping between Matson's legs.
"Oh, this is going to hurt..." Matson gulped.
The flat blade of the staff socked Matson right in the groin.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!" Matson screamed like a girl.
"Oooh..." Half the school let out a moan of pity.
"Matson, Matson!" Jayne had a set of cheerleader's palm-palms.
"It's all right!" Hasara had another set of them.
"Matson, Matson!" Jayne cried out.
Aera finished up, shouting "Fight Fight Fight!"
"Oh, you're all against me!" Dynast/Zel cursed, as he reached for a lock, and found himself conveniently holding the trapped lock. Gairyio smiled.
"Want it?" Gairyio asked.
"Sure..." Zel smiled.
"It's set to blow in a minute, good luck!" Gairyio took off running. The dial on the lock clicked down to 59.
"To... blow?" Zel blinked. "Is that what he said?"
Zel's eyes and mind wandered, a rather rude smile twisting on Zel's face.
"Snap out of it, man!"
Zel rolled to the side, to see Sirius standing over him. There was a large crash, as the staff's blades hit the floor.
"Stop it, both of you!" Sirius cried out. "There's no reason to fi..."
"There he is!"
Sirius' eyes shot open. He turned around, slowly, his eyes opening wider.
"Look, girls!"
There was a large crowd of girls.
"There he is! EEE!" a few of them shouted, before they tore down the hall.
Sirius turned and ran. Meanwhile, the dial on the lock ticked down to 40.
Jayne, Hasara, and Aera tackled him. "Listen, girls, he's ours!" Hasara was laying on his back.
"Yeah, so don't come any closer!" Aera sat, her soft ass against Sirius's firm male behind.
"Right! Back off!" Hasara was crouched down, petting his head of hair like a cat.
Sirius blushed very red.
"Step away from him!" Amy shouted out, charging after them.
"Umm..." Sirius gulped.
He was promptly buried under a mountain of fighting girls. The dial clicked down to 30.
"Damn, all he needs is some honey, and he'd be the luckiest man in the world..." Matson blinked.
"Yeah, that's my thoughts exactly..." Zel smiled.
"Now, then, where were we?" Matson asked.
"Umm..." Zel thought for a few moments. "Somewhere right about... Now!"
Zel charged forward, the lock in his hands.
"Oh, he's got a lock! What's he going to do to me... Pinch me?" Matson laughed, as the dial ticked down to 20.
Matson swung the weapon, cutting open Zel's other shoulder, and making him stumble. As he stood up, the dial hit 15.
"This should be fun..." Zel jumped forward, catching the blade, and holding Matson still for a moment with all of his weight on the staff. Down to 10...
"Hmm? It's moving on it's own..." Matson noticed.
"Yup..." Zel grinned. It was down to 6...
"Oh no!" Mihill cried out, turning tail and running. 4...
"Eat..." 3...
"This," 2...
"CHEATER!" Zel shouted, shoving the lock down Matson's throat. It hit one.
"Oh dear..." Matson spat the lock back up, it bounced off of Zel's face.
*BOOM*
Zel went flying in one direction, catching up quickly and running over Mihill. They tumbled to the ground.
Meanwhile, Matson flew in the other direction, slamming through the glass window at the end of the hall. There was a shatter, a few moments, then... 'Ow'.
As Zel and Mihill rolled, Mihill's dress caught on the edge of a locker, and tore off, leaving her in the bare minimum. Zel's shirt got caught, pulling it off and leaving his muscles bare.
A few moments later, they both stopped rolling, and Zel found himself on top of Mihill. His face was red. Mihill looked up at him.
"YOU PERVERT!" Mihill pulled back, landing a sharp blow to Zel's burned face. He stumbled backwards, falling off of Mihill.
"Stupid Rapist..." Mihill stuck her tounge out. "Look what you did to me!"
There was a whistle. The classic whistle a guy gives when he sees a good-looking girl.
Gairyio smiled. "Zel, you little runt, can't even go your first day without trying to get some, can you?"
Zel stood up, and realized just what Gairyio had meant. "No! No! It wasn't like that...!"
"Why not?" Mihill stood up, grabbing him. "Let's get busy before anybody in this school figures out what just happened..." she pulled open a classroom door, threw Zel in, and shut it behind her, leaving a stunned Gairyio.
Gairyio blinked, before he heard a muffled gasping. He turned, where Sirius was gasping under the mountain of girls. "Oh! Don't worry, Sirius, I'm coming!"
* * * * *
*A few joyous minutes later*
Zel panted a bit, pulling back on his boxers. "Gods..."
Mihill smiled, pulling on a towel of some sort. "If you don't mind, I have to sneak off to the girl's bathroom... Trust me. I know all the Air Routes... I can look in on any room in the school that I want!"
"You'll have to teach me that!" Zel grinned, pulling on his trousers.
"So you can do what? Spy on the girls?" Mihill laughed.
"Yeah..." Zel admitted.
"Don't worry, I spy on the guys..." Mihill grinned. "I saw you in the change room before gym..."
Zel blushed.
"Ah, but I've seen you a lot closer now!" Mihill laughed, before popping open an air vent and dissapearing in it, her foot catching it and pulling it shut behind her.
Zel reached for the locked knob, and opened it up.
Gairyio looked up, and saw the tired, distant look on Zel's face.
"I knew it..." Gairyio tutted. "You should have left some for me, you little player...'
"Ah, shut up..." Zel smiled. "If you're that needy, go grab yourself some of Actrise..."
"Not likely!" Gairyio shook his head. "I value my shamanic abilities too much!"
Zel shrugged. "Oh... Wait... Am I still able to...?"
Dynast sat on his shoulders. "Yup! Don't worry about that little 'outing', everybody's allowed a few times like that..."
Zel grinned. "Oh? How many?"
"Not like I'd tell YOU..." Dynast laughed.
"Shut up!" Zel cried out.
"You know, the last class of the day is coming up..." Morpheus walked by him. "You had best hurry up! We're practicing our skills today!"
"Whee!" Zel grinned madly, dashing along behind Morpheus.
"Oh, and just so you know..." Morpheus smiled. "You know that Andoryuu kid?"
"Yeah..." Zel responded.
"Just so you know, he's a TOTAL gossip! He saw and heard Mihill as she pulled you into that room... I think it's about to be all over the schoool..." Morph laughed.
"Eep..."