Flirting With Death - Chapter 3
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Aku waited patiently outside the daycare for Rancor's screams of driven insanity. Even the mighty Aku himself couldn't take hours of screaming babies. If this didn't break in his torturer, he wasn't sure what would.
From morning to noon, Aku waited for the sound of Rancor's voice.
However, all he heard were the babies calming down one by one.
Noon came, and Rancor walked out the front door with a smile on her face, and tossing something in her hand with pride.
Aku frowned at her.
"How is this possible?" he asked. "Why aren't you screaming in agony?"
"Heh." the woman grinned up at her boss. "Well, I just stuck some cotton in my ears to block some of the noise out. And I stuck around until naptime when all of them are fast asleep and quiet." She grinned a little wider. "Oh, I also made some money off it. Minimum wage......that's more than what you pay me."
"You little cheater!" Aku shouted. "How dare you plug your ears!"
"You never said I couldn't." Rancor smirked, still tossing the object in the air.
Aku finally had to ask.
"What is that?"
Rancor caught it in her hand and held it out for the demon to see. It was a tiny, white bottle with a screw-on cap.
"White out." Rancor said simply. "I borrowed some from an office desk. I remembered I ran out of it back in the torture chamber."
Aku frowned. It was of no importance.
He went back to thinking hard. There had to be something in the universe that she couldn't stand.........
Then, it came to him! Of course! How could he have forgotten her ultimate hates!
"I GOT IT!"
"What now?" Rancor sighed, putting the white out in her pocket and holding out her hand.
Aku took her hand and swirled into his vortex.
"It has occured to me that you are allergic to cats, Rancor." he said on the way to the destinantion.
Just as Rancor's eyes widened in shock........
.......she found herself in a household living room filled with many, furry, rambuncious cats of all colors and pedigree.
All it took was one breath, and........
"ATCHOO! ATCHOO! ATCHOO!" Rancor sneezed several times in a row, and her breathing heaved to the point she sounded like she was whistling.
Then, the owner of the house appeared from the kitchen. It was a little, old lady.
"It figures." Rancor moaned before another sneeze.
"Oh, I see Aku-sama has sent me a helper." the woman chuckled. "Well, I can put you to work right away, young lady."
"Work?" Rancor coughed out.
'If I have to clean all their litterboxes, I'll throw in the towel. There is no way in hell.......'
"It's feeding time for all my precious babies." the woman said, picking up one orange cat and petting it. "Just feed all of them, and I'll let you go. I'll even pay you for your trouble."
Rancor heard Aku laughing outside the house, and found that this was her toturous task.
'Doesn't Aku get sore throats from all that laughing?'
"Exactly how many cats do I have to feed?"
"All fifty of them." the woman chuckled. "Well, better hop to it."
Rancor gave one last wheeze before going into the kitchen to get started. Before doing so, she opened the window for some much needed fresh air. Afterward, she was met with Aku's frowning face, which made her groan.
"Cheating?"
"Yes." Aku nodded.
"Listen, it's not toture if I happen to DIE in the process."
"Well, that's not my problem." Aku huffed. "Now get to work before you lose the bet."
Rancor snarled at her as she put her hands on the window to close it.
"I'm saving my worst method for you when I win this, Aku!" she snapped, before slamming the window shut.
Aku laughed again.
"And that won't happen if you happen to be DEAD, Rancor!"
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Sadly, Aku waited an hour. Rancor waltzed out the door, counting off several bills in her hand.
"Alright," she congradulated herself, "I'm ten dollars richer." She smiled up at the very displeased Aku. "Hey, do you have any more torture ideas? This is a better way of making money, since you pay me zilch."
"........." Aku just glared daggers, being tempted to using his eye lazers. He wanted to ask how, and Rancor picked up on it.
"I held my breath most of the time, and took breathers in rooms were I found no cats." She inhaled deeply in pride. "Ahhh, smell that fresh air. How does that old lady breathe in there?"
Millions of the foulest, most insulting words zipped through Aku's head and he was fighting back the urge to shout every one of them at his torturer.
"So," Rancor beamed up at Aku, "out of ideas yet?"
"No." he answered calmly. "I came up with another one while you were inside."
"Oh good." Rancor grinned, holding out her hand.
Again she was swept into the vortex and again she found herself in an indoor setting.
She was behind a stage, with a few dancers and musians around her. She also noticed that her clothing has changed. She stared in horror as her tank top, jeans, and boots were replaced by........
"HEY! What's with the flapper girl get-up?!"
Aku appeared next to her in a six-foot tall form so that he would fit.
"I also remembered something about you that you absolutely despise."
"I like Halloween." Rancor frowned. "It's my favorite holiday that you haven't abolished yet."
"Let me finish!" Aku snarled, then he calmly continued. "You seem to hold a specific hatred towards musicals."
"Hmph." Rancor scratched her head. "They're annoying and nothing ever happens."
"Well, you will be performing in one."
"Gaaaah." Rancor growled. "I see. Well, which one is it?"
"Chicago." Aku growled. "And you have the first number."
"Huh?" Rancor rushed to the nearest actor, and took the script from him. She noted the first song performed:
AND ALL THAT JAZZ
"GAAAAAAH!" Rancor growled even louder. "I hate that song!"
"MUA-HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!" Aku laughed at her. "And you have to sing it, or else I win the bet!"
Rancor scowled at Aku very angrily.
"Oh, by the time I'm done with you in my chambers, you'll wish you were DEAD, Aku!"
He blinked at her with a skeptical look.
"You'll do it?"
"It's a small price to pay to hear you scream for mercy." she growled, heading for the stage.
Aku grinned and desguised himself as an audience member to see the act for himself.
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Come on babe
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that Jazz.
I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down.....
And all that jazz.
Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot.
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all....That.....Jazz
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Rancor, back in her normal clothes, walked back behind stage after the entire performance. Aku was there, out of his disguise, with a smirk.
"Well?" he asked.
"Well what?" Rancor asked back. "It wasn't so bad. Actually, it was a little fun."
Aku glared at her, which made her smirk.
"Any more ideas?"
Aku started to frown.
"Well.......I was half-hoping it wouldn't come to this......."
This made Rancor's eyebrows go up in instrest.
All Aku said before pulling her into the vortex was:
"After this, even you will be screaming for it to stop......"
Rancor felt a little worried.....
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To be continued!
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Aku waited patiently outside the daycare for Rancor's screams of driven insanity. Even the mighty Aku himself couldn't take hours of screaming babies. If this didn't break in his torturer, he wasn't sure what would.
From morning to noon, Aku waited for the sound of Rancor's voice.
However, all he heard were the babies calming down one by one.
Noon came, and Rancor walked out the front door with a smile on her face, and tossing something in her hand with pride.
Aku frowned at her.
"How is this possible?" he asked. "Why aren't you screaming in agony?"
"Heh." the woman grinned up at her boss. "Well, I just stuck some cotton in my ears to block some of the noise out. And I stuck around until naptime when all of them are fast asleep and quiet." She grinned a little wider. "Oh, I also made some money off it. Minimum wage......that's more than what you pay me."
"You little cheater!" Aku shouted. "How dare you plug your ears!"
"You never said I couldn't." Rancor smirked, still tossing the object in the air.
Aku finally had to ask.
"What is that?"
Rancor caught it in her hand and held it out for the demon to see. It was a tiny, white bottle with a screw-on cap.
"White out." Rancor said simply. "I borrowed some from an office desk. I remembered I ran out of it back in the torture chamber."
Aku frowned. It was of no importance.
He went back to thinking hard. There had to be something in the universe that she couldn't stand.........
Then, it came to him! Of course! How could he have forgotten her ultimate hates!
"I GOT IT!"
"What now?" Rancor sighed, putting the white out in her pocket and holding out her hand.
Aku took her hand and swirled into his vortex.
"It has occured to me that you are allergic to cats, Rancor." he said on the way to the destinantion.
Just as Rancor's eyes widened in shock........
.......she found herself in a household living room filled with many, furry, rambuncious cats of all colors and pedigree.
All it took was one breath, and........
"ATCHOO! ATCHOO! ATCHOO!" Rancor sneezed several times in a row, and her breathing heaved to the point she sounded like she was whistling.
Then, the owner of the house appeared from the kitchen. It was a little, old lady.
"It figures." Rancor moaned before another sneeze.
"Oh, I see Aku-sama has sent me a helper." the woman chuckled. "Well, I can put you to work right away, young lady."
"Work?" Rancor coughed out.
'If I have to clean all their litterboxes, I'll throw in the towel. There is no way in hell.......'
"It's feeding time for all my precious babies." the woman said, picking up one orange cat and petting it. "Just feed all of them, and I'll let you go. I'll even pay you for your trouble."
Rancor heard Aku laughing outside the house, and found that this was her toturous task.
'Doesn't Aku get sore throats from all that laughing?'
"Exactly how many cats do I have to feed?"
"All fifty of them." the woman chuckled. "Well, better hop to it."
Rancor gave one last wheeze before going into the kitchen to get started. Before doing so, she opened the window for some much needed fresh air. Afterward, she was met with Aku's frowning face, which made her groan.
"Cheating?"
"Yes." Aku nodded.
"Listen, it's not toture if I happen to DIE in the process."
"Well, that's not my problem." Aku huffed. "Now get to work before you lose the bet."
Rancor snarled at her as she put her hands on the window to close it.
"I'm saving my worst method for you when I win this, Aku!" she snapped, before slamming the window shut.
Aku laughed again.
"And that won't happen if you happen to be DEAD, Rancor!"
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Sadly, Aku waited an hour. Rancor waltzed out the door, counting off several bills in her hand.
"Alright," she congradulated herself, "I'm ten dollars richer." She smiled up at the very displeased Aku. "Hey, do you have any more torture ideas? This is a better way of making money, since you pay me zilch."
"........." Aku just glared daggers, being tempted to using his eye lazers. He wanted to ask how, and Rancor picked up on it.
"I held my breath most of the time, and took breathers in rooms were I found no cats." She inhaled deeply in pride. "Ahhh, smell that fresh air. How does that old lady breathe in there?"
Millions of the foulest, most insulting words zipped through Aku's head and he was fighting back the urge to shout every one of them at his torturer.
"So," Rancor beamed up at Aku, "out of ideas yet?"
"No." he answered calmly. "I came up with another one while you were inside."
"Oh good." Rancor grinned, holding out her hand.
Again she was swept into the vortex and again she found herself in an indoor setting.
She was behind a stage, with a few dancers and musians around her. She also noticed that her clothing has changed. She stared in horror as her tank top, jeans, and boots were replaced by........
"HEY! What's with the flapper girl get-up?!"
Aku appeared next to her in a six-foot tall form so that he would fit.
"I also remembered something about you that you absolutely despise."
"I like Halloween." Rancor frowned. "It's my favorite holiday that you haven't abolished yet."
"Let me finish!" Aku snarled, then he calmly continued. "You seem to hold a specific hatred towards musicals."
"Hmph." Rancor scratched her head. "They're annoying and nothing ever happens."
"Well, you will be performing in one."
"Gaaaah." Rancor growled. "I see. Well, which one is it?"
"Chicago." Aku growled. "And you have the first number."
"Huh?" Rancor rushed to the nearest actor, and took the script from him. She noted the first song performed:
AND ALL THAT JAZZ
"GAAAAAAH!" Rancor growled even louder. "I hate that song!"
"MUA-HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!" Aku laughed at her. "And you have to sing it, or else I win the bet!"
Rancor scowled at Aku very angrily.
"Oh, by the time I'm done with you in my chambers, you'll wish you were DEAD, Aku!"
He blinked at her with a skeptical look.
"You'll do it?"
"It's a small price to pay to hear you scream for mercy." she growled, heading for the stage.
Aku grinned and desguised himself as an audience member to see the act for himself.
-----------------------
Come on babe
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that Jazz.
I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down.....
And all that jazz.
Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot.
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all....That.....Jazz
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Rancor, back in her normal clothes, walked back behind stage after the entire performance. Aku was there, out of his disguise, with a smirk.
"Well?" he asked.
"Well what?" Rancor asked back. "It wasn't so bad. Actually, it was a little fun."
Aku glared at her, which made her smirk.
"Any more ideas?"
Aku started to frown.
"Well.......I was half-hoping it wouldn't come to this......."
This made Rancor's eyebrows go up in instrest.
All Aku said before pulling her into the vortex was:
"After this, even you will be screaming for it to stop......"
Rancor felt a little worried.....
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To be continued!