by Ally [ayame.nu] and Eliza [lunar-seal.net]
(Mary and Shelley Fan Club)
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This story is a crossover between Xenosaga and Disney's The Lion King; it uses The Lion King's situations with Xenosaga characters. Moronic? Perhaps. Odd? Indeed. Entertaining? We can only hope. To tell you the truth, neither of us actually remember where the hell the idea for this 'fic came from--obviously, we were sniffing too much lemonade powder and, as a result, have forgotten. We hope you enjoy our little venture, and do drop a review now and then.
~Eliza
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During one of my frequent random chats with Eliza, we somehow got onto the topic of the Lion King while discussing Xenosaga. We then decided to merge the two, and walah- The Kukai Director was born. I'm actually not sure how we came up with this whole idea, but we did, and now we are writing this wacky fanfic. Enjoy and all that other jazz.
~Ally
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Chapter One
The Circle of Life RecyclingA lovely morning was dawning over the savannah. As the sun peered up over the horizon, groups of 100-series Realians stirred in the grass, their eyes opening lazily to meet the sunrise.
From the day we come out of the test tube
And blinking, step into the lab
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
Standing tall across the plains, the silent A.G.W.S. units were slowly warming up, their pilots preparing for the trek that lay ahead. Artificial birds and environmental bugs filled the air, all flying in the same direction.
There's lots to experiment with here
More to alter than can ever be altered
All of the inhabitants of the Durandal Plains looked ahead, to the west, where the light was falling on the greatest part of their land—Kukai rock. And this morning, the director and his two hos were making a special presentation to the rest of the population. The director himself, Gaignun Kukai, was standing on the tip of the rock, overlooking the plains.
But the genes rolling smooth
Through the crystal glass tube
Keep great and small on the endless round
The little baby had red hair, and the two hos were doting over him.
"He looks just like Master Gaignun," Mary sighed.
"He has the prettiest blue eyes," Shelley said, agreeing. Both of the hos, indeed, thought the baby was precious.
Director Gaignun Kukai looked at his two mistresses lovingly. None of them were really too sure which of the girls had donated the egg to create the baby. They'd decided not to talk about it.
It's the Circle of Life Recycling
And it moves us all
Through destructive powers
Through government discrimination
"So, Master Gaignun," Shelley said, turning away from the baby. "You're sure this guy will do the job?"
"Of course," Gaignun said, straightening his necktie. He extended his right palm to expose the red "669" that was written on it. "He is very wise, and he wasn't born of life recycling, like myself or my 'son,'" he explained. "In fact," Gaignun added, "I'm not entirely sure he was actually born at all…"
Till we find our place
On the DNA unwinding
It's the Circle
The Circle of Life Recycling
From seemingly out of nowhere, a smiling boy with dark skin and silver hair appeared and said hello. His pretty green eyes were twinkling. Mary and Shelley blinked; they'd thought they'd seen him walk straight through the rock to meet them. But no, that was impossible, wasn't it?
"Hello, chaos," Gaignun said, greeting his employee. "Thank you for coming."
"No," chaos said, "don't mention it! After all, it's the least I can do. Have you picked his number?"
Gaignun nodded. "This one will be number 666."
"Yes, isn't he adorable?" sighed Mary, as she laid a slobbery kiss on the baby's forehead.
chaos smiled gently down at the little baby, and then, with only a little protest from Mary and Shelley, took him into his arms. "Hello, Jr.," he cooed, then wiped the bit of saliva off the child's forehead as an afterthought. "Cute trenchcoat," he said.
"He was born with it," said Gaignun. chaos shot a look at Mary and Shelley, who both shrugged.
chaos pulled a red permanent marker from within the folds of his orange and blue jacket, and gently spread the baby's right hand. With care, he held the marker in his left hand and printed three numeral sixes across the tiny palm. Then he capped the marker, put it away, and placed his gloved hand over the baby's. Mary, Shelley, and Gaignun all watched with anticipation as chaos' hand glowed ever so gently.
chaos smiled back at the three proud parents. "It's time," he said, softly. The thin boy brought the baby out from under the shelter of the rock and onto the sunny outcropping, underneath which employees—human and Realian alike—were waiting with bated breath.
chaos looked up, marveling at how good the sun felt on this wonderful day, and held the child up for all to see.
It's the Circle of Life Recycling
And it moves us all
The 100-Series Realians began to cheer, and they almost sounded like monkeys. Those piloting A.G.W.S. hooted and hollered, and the birds in the air screeched.
Through destructive powers
Through government discrimination
Till we find our place
On the DNA unwinding
One by one, no matter what race, the members of the Kukai Lands knelt in homage to this new baby, the boy who would grow up to be the new director of the Kukai Foundation—Gaignun Kukai, Jr.
It's the Circle
The Circle of Life Recycling
The Kukai Director
Crawling around on the floor looking for A.G.W.S. crap, Assistant Scott was brutally slapped down on by a white haired man. "Life's not fair is it? You see, I—while alive—shall never be director... you...," he stated while flexing his fingers, "Shall never see the light of another day..." The man's face was wearing an expression of utter insanity. "And you... mehehehehe," he cackled.
"Didn't your mother tell you not to play with your food?" A little girl dressed in all white appeared out of nowhere. She looked up at the tall man with a blank stare as Assistant Scott ran away screaming for his "Professor".
"What mother? And what do you want?" Albedo stated.
"I'm here to tell you that Director Gaignun is on his way to see you. It is wise that you come up with a good excuse for missing the ceremony. " Nephilim stated, dully.
"Oh, now look what you did! Nephilim, you made me lose my lunch, ahaha!" He giggled.
Nephilim, however, chose to ignore Albedo and continued on. "That isn't all you are about to lose, after the Director is done with you."
Albedo then took notice of Nephilim's very nice little girl's appearance. "Oooh," Albedo said while slinking closer to Nephilim, "I quiver with fear!"
Nephilim's right eye twitched, "Now, Albedo don't look at me that way..." She began to run to the other side of the cavern as Albedo started after her. "Helllllp!"
Albedo was close to snapping her arm off (in a very calm way), but luckily Director Gaignun came just in time. "Albedo," he called out sharply, "stop that."
"Great timing Master Gaignun!" Nephilim called out in a rather relieved voice, as Albedo dropped her from the dangling position she was in.
"Oh, if it isn't my 'brother' coming to mingle amongst the commoner URTVs? How exciting." Albedo said sarcastically.
"My hos and I didn't see you at Jr.'s ceremony. We were expecting you there," Gaignun stated while crossing his arms.
Albedo walked over to his chalk board, where he had various pictures of little girls posted up. "Oh, that was today? I feel dreadfully awful!" He then proceeded to drag his hand down the chalk board, giggling all the while. "It must have just slipped my mind, hehehe."
Nephilim was still dusting off her white dress. "That isn't the only thing that slips in your mind... As the Director's 'brother' you should have been first in line!"
Albedo leaned down to the little girl, bringing his face very close, "What was that, peche? I was first in line... 'til the little red-haired brat was created."
Gaignun cut in, angrily, "That little brat is my 'son,' and your future Director."
Albedo just pranced towards the meadow. "Oh, well I shall practice my courtesy, then." He laughed.
"Albedo!" Gaignun called out, "Don't turn your back on me!" Albedo just smirked, "Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me...?"
Gaignun was quick to show off his manliness, and got up in Albedo's face. "Is that a challenge?"
"You're quick with temper. Don't worry, I wouldn't dare to challenge you."
Nephilim continued to pout from her safe spot behind Gaignun. "Why not?"
"You see, I was given the brains, but not the brute strength. When it comes to that I suppose I'm at the black hole of the star system..." He giggled, and pulled off one of his arms. "Then again," he said, throwing his arm off the cliff, "I do have a few tricks up my sleeve." He held his bloody stump up, and a new arm appeared there, attaching itself seamlessly.
Albedo continued to walk towards the field. as Nephilim spoke. "There is always one like that... Well, there are actually two in my family." A dark look took over her face as Albedo threw his head in the distance and he took off running after it. "It's a shame, he had to ruin a special occasion."
Gaignun sighed, "What am I going to do with him?"
"You could always let the wild KOS-MOS shoot at him."
"Haha, Nephilim..." Gaignun shot her a perplexed look. The girl had such a dark sense of humor.
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As it was prone to do every once in awhile on the plains, the rain poured down in torrents, giving the parched land relief from its dry, dry days. The water streaming from the sky ran down rivers, into the grass, over all the trees, including the most splendid tree in the whole of the Kukai Lands—the Sacred Elsawood Tree.
All was not so beautiful and peaceful inside the Elsawood, however. Hideous strains of heavy rock music filled the air, and every once in awhile these were punctuated by a growling voice. Tony, oblivious to his treemates, sang along with the song. "Asante sana!" he yelled, playing the air guitar. "Squash banana!"
Cabin fever was taking its toll on the other residents of the tree as well. "Turn that crap down, Tony!" yelled a disgruntled Matthews, looking seriously irked because of the music, the rain… and the smell.
"Hammer, what the hell are you doing down there?" Matthews peered down into the Elsawood's kitchen.
"Cooking dinner!" Hammer said. "It's coming along really well, and—" suddenly, a loud boom filled the air, as did a large cloud of putrid orange-green smoke.
Matthews turned away, slapping his head. "It's always the bad cooking, the music, the smells…" he continued grumbling as he paced the ancient corridors.
In the midst of all this mayhem, chaos was sitting cross-legged quietly on the floor of his room, humming to himself. In his lap he had a sketchpad, and his fingers were flying all over it, drawing with all his heart.
When chaos had finished, he lifted his sketch into the air. "Perfect!" he whispered. He taped his sketch to the wall, absentmindedly singing along with Tony's "squash banana," though he hated the music himself. chaos took his permanent marker and began to draw over his sketch. The ink bled through, and stuck to the wall.
Matthews paced into chaos' chamber, muttering to himself. "Oh, not you, too," he said. "Are you drawing on the walls again, chaos?"
chaos looked back at Matthews and smiled serenely. "Gnosis," he said, his voice light. After all, Matthews already knew the answer to his question.
"Always the Gnosis," Matthews muttered, leaving the room. "Your getting rid of them is almost more trouble than it's worth, and another thing…"
chaos ignored the captain, just as he was ignoring the music and the smell. He finished transferring his art, and removed the sketch from the wall.
Realizing he'd forgotten one thing, he took his permanent marker. The picture was of a baby with an outstretched palm; chaos now carefully printed the number "666" on the outstretched palm.
"Jr.," he mused, a pleased smile tugging at his lips.
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