(((.-)) Zel |||^.^||| Xelloss |{{~.~}}| Lina |((.o)|| Gourry ((^.^)) Amelia
Chapter 30
THE SLAYERS
On the way back, the plan was to drop both Val and Filia off at the settlement where she lived. The evidence was in. Val was certainly the last surviving member of the ancient order of Cephied believers; the small child, who because of an illness caused his mother and self to miss the plane which crashed and killed all the others, including his father and siblings.
Val was invited to join the settlement for a visit, before his more formal induction in the future. If he was apprehensive, he hid it well. Filia was nervous enough for the both of them, she had 'found' him but he was no saint. His heart was well intentioned, but his past was more than checkered--it was positively plaid.
She was rolling over the introductions in her head; "Mom, Dad, Milgasia—I'd like to introduce my friend and punk supreme, Val Gaav. Oh, don't mind the studs, rings, and piercings or the tattoos or chains, leather, or the fact that he's on parole and not for the first time—I mean, he didn't actually kill anybody-- Oh, yeah, that was going to go over good."
Lina looked closely at her friend, "You okay, Filia? You don't look so hot."
"Oh—I don't know—" Filia's voice wavered, "I was trying to think of what to say—how much to say—"
"Say?" Lina wondered, "What's to say? I'm sure Phil held back no secrets about Val. They know what's coming, but they don't know the who part. That's up to him. It is his life, Filia. And you're not responsible for its outcome. So—cheer up, enjoy the fun, eh?"
"Okay—you're right, but—it affects my life too," Filia whispered.
"How's that? Oh, no—don't tell me, if it's romance, leave me out of it!" Lina backed off and closed her mouth.
Amelia was bubbling over with excitement, which was not infectious. The boys were a bit tired. As Gourry turned the RV onto the road entering the settlement, he noticed a gate in the distance blocking the way. "Looks like the guards are out, Filia." He remarked and came to a stop. "You'd better come up here."
Filia spoke a few words to the gatekeeper. They must have been expected, because the gates opened and the RV rolled onwards. Filia sat on the edge of Val's seat directing Gourry through the maze of roads and cottages.
"That's it! Where the small crowd is gathering!" Filia pointed out unnecessarily.
"Okay, Filia," said Gourry as he pulled along the side and parked. Everybody got out. Filia handled the introductions quickly and without undo stress. Lina agreed to share a "bite to eat" before they headed out, but Gourry said no. He was the driver, it was getting dark, and he was charged with getting everyone home safely. Lina, amazingly, acquiesced. They said their farewells, promised to call, and left.
Gourry drove, Xelloss handled idle banter to stay awake, and Zel music. Lina and Amelia sang along with the tunes or joined in the chatter. By the time they entered Seyruun, Lina and Amelia were asleep, and Xelloss very nearly so. Zel recommended dropping off Xelloss and himself, then Amelia and the RV. Gourry agreed, "Yeah, Phil said he'd drop me off or let me borrow a car, — and Lina too. Better leave her be, she needs her sleep--"
They kick-started Xelloss and left him at the door to his practice room, "We'll unload tomorrow. The RV'll be in a locked and in a heated garage tonight so the music stuff'll be okay," advised Gourry. No argument there. Zel waved and went to his own door, locking it securely behind him.
When Xelloss entered his home that evening, he found another envelope. His hands shook as he tore open the seal and read the note: "When the bells jostle in the tower… the hollow night amid, then on my tongue the taste is sour of all I ever did."
He was exhausted. This he did not need. It was more than he could handle. There was only one person he felt he could turn to. He climbed the stairs to the loft and sat at his terminal.
Instant messaging on: to Zelgadiss
I got another poem tonight-- X
He waited a minute then received a response:
You OK?-- Z
NO-- X
Need company?-- Z
Yes He's in the bell tower he's there-- X
Call McGywn I'll get there asap-- Z
R U calling McGywn?-- Z
I don't know # u do-- X
OK I'll call and come over-- Z
Instant messaging off.
Two minutes later there was a knock on his door. Xelloss opened it, but it wasn't Zelgadiss.
Zel started to dial the number by memory, but the line was in use! Oh, yeah, he had the Internet up on his computer. His father didn't see the need for an Internet line and a telephone line. Dinosaur! Xelloss had his own line! By the time he got logged out and all that done, he thought, running out the door, he could already be at Xelloss' and call from there. He was very logical, but unfortunately his judgement was in error this time.
Gourry called Zel's new number. Zel had left his bag in the RV. Gourry hadn't noticed until he'd been dropped off at Lina's with more bags than either of them claimed. Now he simply wanted to be sure that Zel would be up to open the door when he dropped it off on his long-about way home. No answer, busy signal. "That's strange. He must be calling someone--I'll try Xelloss' number-- No answer on his cell phone? That's odd, he takes that into the bath!" Gourry wondered. "Better just head on over--"
Xelloss' door was ajar, so Zel pushed on in.
Gourry loped over to Zel's. He was not pleased to see the front door standing open. Zel and Xelloss were fanatical door-lockers. He plunged into the dark house and tore up the stairs to Zel's room, dropping his duffel bag. No Zel. The only light came from the glowing computer screen. Gourry read the messages and his stomach churned.
This did not look good. Again, he tore down the stairs three at a time and made it to Xelloss' door in two strides. The door was wide open and no one was home. "Gotta get Lina—"
Gourry banged on Lina's front door.
"For God'ssake! I'm coming! Who the hell? Gourry? What's wrong? You just left!" she demanded as she tried to wrap her bathrobe tighter.
In answer, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her along, "Hurry—they're both GONE--Xelloss got another note of some kind--Zel musta gone over—doors were wide open--I gotta bad feeling--"
She nodded, broke free, ran back inside and out again pulling on her jeans and buttoning up her coat. They glanced at each other and then she broke into a run alongside his long strides.
Zelgadiss knew something was wrong before he crossed the threshold. The practice room was void of any sign of Xelloss, and, of course, the door had been left open. His keen hearing caught the sound of a footfall outside the door. Zel spun around in time to see a man seconds before he covered his mouth with a gloved hand. The stranger rammed him against the wall so hard, he nearly blacked out, just long enough for the man to handcuff his hands to his back.
"What an odd looking character you are?" the man whispered in Zel's ear. "What a catch…two for the price of one!"
Zel was yanked off his feet and pushed out the door. He stumbled, but didn't fall.
"Where's Xelloss?" Zel spat a rising fury building inside.
"I'll show you--" answered the man as he pushed the struggling boy to a car parked in the dark.
Zel fell against the front side door. The rear door flew open, but before he was kicked sprawling into the back seat, he noticed Xelloss' purple hair. He was propped up in the front seat, slumping toward the window, eyes shut.
"More head trauma, just what he needs--" Zel thought, ignoring his own throbbing headache. He moved to the door, reaching for the handle. It was locked, of course. The man opened the front door and for a moment the car light shown on his face before he slammed the door shut and pulled away from the curb. He was a lean, well-build man of about forty-five with neatly trimmed hair, graying at the temples. He moved gracefully and had surprising strength for his size.
"You're Dubois," Zel said as if it was a curse.
"You're a smart boy. If you want to stay alive and see your friend live as well, you'll sit still and make no sudden moves," Dubois said through clenched teeth. He raised his right hand and displayed a wicked looking knife as proof. "I know how to use this--and just barely keep you alive--" he sneered.
Zel sank back into the seat helpless, and hating that man as much as his life. He had seen his handiwork on Xelloss' chest and back. "Should have logged off the damn computer and made that call to the police--another mistake to pay dearly for--" he thought darkly.
The car swiftly pulled away from the curb and sped down the block.
The drive was a short one. Zel recognized the parking lot, the high school. Dubois drove up to an unlit corner, turned off the ignition, and yanked Zel out of the back seat. He shoved him into the dark, where he fumbled a few seconds opening a door, then grumbled, "Go in--move it--there's some stairs to the right, go up!"
Zel stumbled, catching his toe on the first step unexpectedly and fell onto the hard metal steps. Without his arms free to protect him, all he could do was twist his body and take the blow to his shoulder and legs. "Gahhh!" he groaned. That shoulder muscle had already been bruised from the fall in October, now he didn't think it was just bruised. Pain shot across his back and numbness down his arm.
"Get up! Get moving or I'll start carving here in the dark!" Dubois hissed.
Somehow Zel found the strength to block out the pain and stood wavering. Then he began the ascent, one step at a time. He started to shake. He was wearing a shirt dampened by sweat and chilled by the near freezing temperature. His head throbbed and his arm hung lifeless behind his back. He climbed forty-seven steps in the dark before reaching a small platform in front of a door. There he carefully lowered himself to rest and await his fate.
He didn't have to wait for long. He could hear Dubois' heavy footfalls coming up the steel steps, as he carried Xelloss over his shoulder. At the platform, he opened the lock and kicked open the door. Before he could kick Zel in too, the boy clambered to his feet and stepped into-- the bell tower. Zel could make out a few things in the moonlight, a mattress, trash, power cords, and boxes. Dubois dropped the still unconscious Xelloss onto the mattress and lit a small lantern. Xelloss was on his side. His head wound was reopened and blood was seeping into the blanket on the mattress.
"You have to stop the bleeding--he's been hurt there before--" Zel began oblivious to his own pain. Dubois turned his debased gaze upon Zel.
"Hold still!" he demanded as he unlocked the manacle around Zel's healthy arm and re-latched it onto Xelloss' limp one. Dubois seemed preoccupied and nervous as he left them and busied himself with power cables. The reason the electronic bells no longer tolled, was because the power had been re-routed to power his small refrigerator and whatever other devices he was now involved with. Zel looked around for a towel or even sheets to tear up. Nothing. With a great deal of pain and effort, he ripped off his own shirt and torn it into strips bending his face to their attached arms and tearing with his teeth. One bunch of shirt strips he folded, the others he tied together, then used them to tie the folded wad to the oozing wound. He had just finished when Dubois returned.
Gourry grasped Lina by the arm and hustled her up the block. They could see the door to Xelloss' place wide open. That was a bad sign. Gourry entered first, flicking on the light.
Another vehicle slowly pulled up in front of the house, turned off its headlights, and parked.
Blood on the floor, a heavy stick beside it-- Lina picked up a folded paper lying a few inches away and read the poem aloud.
"A car--" she said, hearing a door slam. "But their parents are gone, aren't they?"
"If its his mother--I'll go," he said getting half way to the house in three strides.
Lina decided to check the loft area. There she read the disturbing communiqué between the two missing friends. She also saw another disquieting sight; the desk top was strewn with more 'notes' each with its own piece of poetry. "Why didn't he say anything to us--why keep all these… a secret?"
Gourry reached the door seconds after Zelas. She was surprised to find him running up and panting at her door, "Gourry, I believe? If you are looking for Xelloss, I think you'll find him at--"
Gourry had never seen the principal of his school before, and so did not recognize her as such, just the most incredibly beautiful woman he'd ever had the pleasure to meet face to face. In spite of that minor mental detour, he stayed on track and reported the crime, "He's gone--and Zelgadiss too--they sent Email--Xelloss said 'he's in the bell tower'--the door was open--blood on the floor--and a note with a poem." Gourry was both winded and not sure of all the facts, but Zelas got the message.
Zelas blanched and her hand shook as she pointed to the practice room, "Find his cell phone and call the police. Tell them to go to the high school' bell tower. The principal will have the door open--tell them to send paramedics--give them both boys' names--hurry! I'll be out in a minute."
Gourry leap to action, "Lina find his cell phone and call the police!"
"All ready done--Yeah Xelloss, I don't know what the hell his last name is, and Zelgadiss Graywords-- What Gourry? Bell tower? Yeah the principal will meet you at the high school bell tower and-- what? Okay, send paramedics--WHY? Cause the guy who's kidnapped them is a maniac and there's blood all over the place here! So hurry!!"
Zelas ran upstairs. She stuffed her gun in her jacket pocket and woke up Beast.
"Come on, that's a good boy, time for a workout!"
She crammed two flashlights into her other pockets; one was a lantern-style with flash setting. Equipped satisfactorily, she pushed the door open for her wolf-dog and jogged back to her car.
"We're coming too!" demanded Lina as she opened the back door and jumped in. Zelas sat at the wheel as Beast hopped into the passenger seat. She leaned over, shut the dog's door, and pulled away from the curb. Lina gasped. Before the door had closed, the light shone on the face that gave her nightmares, "Principal Metallium? What are you doing—oh! My… Gods... You're Xelloss' mother!"
"Yes, dear--I'm sure I don't have to tell you how important it is to keep this a secret? Now, this is important. We've beat the police. I want you two to stay IN THE CAR. When the police arrive, direct them toward my lights--And under NO circumstances, enter that building! UNDERSTAND?"
Both Lina and Gourry nodded.
Zelas drove the car to the same darkened parking lot and parked alongside Dubois' vehicle. Beast scuffled out behind her, "I'm leaving the lights on--see where they're pointing? There's a door to the tower that way--send the police there!"
Zelas unlocked the outside door and jammed the lantern into it to keep it ajar. She set it to flash, waved to Lina and Gourry, and then disappeared into the darkness followed by Beast. Beast smelled blood, Zel's and Xelloss'. He loved those boys. He howled a long wail of wolfy woe, and then bounded up the staircase.
Zelgadiss was nearly blinded by a spot-light glaring into his eyes. Dubois leered over a camcorder at the two boys, "This is an unforeseen piece of good luck--beauty and the beast--That's a good start--now lay down on him and kiss him--"
Zel stared into light. He was not going to be a part of whatever depravity this evil man had in mind. "W-What? He's bleeding there--you want me to what?"
Dubois stepped to Zel's side and kicked him in the rear. Zel smashed onto his friend's unmoving form, stabbing pain from his damaged shoulder turning him into a senseless mass. He heard Xelloss moan faintly beneath him. "I-I'm so sorry--" he whispered into his friend's ear, "But I promise you, this will end now--"
Zel felt the palm of his hand get clammy as he used it braced his body off Xelloss'. Though he was shivering with cold, sweat drizzled down his back. He was scared. One look down at his friend, a friend who needed his help again, and he knew he had to take action, and being scared wasn't going to help. So, he started to think--
"You! Let me see that hideous skin of yours--looks like someone already did a job on you," hissed the man's voice near Zel's face. "What? Tears? Good, those are good for the tape--now lean in closer--"
Zel's brain was on full alert. There had to be a way out. He wasn't going to become a victim of this insane man. He must try. First he shouted in defense, "I am the result of an accident! What you did to your SON was diabolical assault and perversion of a sick mind!"
"HoWoooooooooooooooooooool hoooooo oooooooo!"
The cry of a wolf calling to his pack. "Yes!" smiled Zel, there was help on the way. "Beast!"
The howl was followed by the "tic, tic, tak" of stiletto heels on metal. Zelas was at the landing, rattling the key in the lock. One last kick to the sticking door and Beast bounded through the opening teeth bared. He sniffed and growled a low threat. Zel rapidly sketched a plan in his mind. He tensed, ready to move the instant the wolf attacked. Dubois made his move to bring the long wicked knife blade down toward the wolf-dog's shoulder. Zel mustered his strength and booted the man in the back of his knees. He folded, and Beast sprang for his throat. The man hit the floor hard, knocking the knife out of his hand. Zel scrambled as fast as he could and stretched as far as his reach, limited by Xelloss' dead weight, would allow. His nimble fingers touched the blade, then scraped it along the floor until he could hold it securely.
"Got it! Good boy!" He crooned to the animal whose vise-like jaws held Dubois by the neck, motionless.
He rolled his golden eyes toward Zel and whined a little, but never loosened his hold.
"One move and I'll start shooting--starting with the knees," Zelas hissed in controlled anger as she stepped into the tower room. Her eyes held no mercy; her hands didn't quaver.
Sirens, red flashing lights, and shouts suddenly filled the night. Zel heard the sound of heavy boots pounding up the stairs. McGywn burst into the cramped tower room and stood a moment, taking in the scene.
"Hello," Zel said, relieved that the nightmare was concluding.
"Ah, you don't look so good--"
"Xelloss is worse than me--he hasn't moved!"
The police officer looked over Zelas, then down at the prone man. "I wouldn't move if I were you, Mister! --He's all yours, Mrs. Metallium, while I'm gone," he said to Zelas. "I'm taking the boys down to the ambulance."
She nodded; Beast held his position. Zel stayed by his friend, kneeling, "I think my arm's broken--it's also connected to his arm, so--"
"I'll be careful--here this ought to help," the officer said as he unlocked the handcuffs with a master key. "Can you manage the stairs, son?"
"Yeah," Zel said as he stood shakily.
"W-Where? Zel-gadiss? What's going on?" Xelloss' eyes opened.
"We're going home, Xelloss. Everything's over, everything's going to be all right--though you'll need to thank your mother and Beast there for the best timed save!" Zel smiled then started down the stairs ahead of McGywn with Xelloss.
Halfway down the staircase, Zel heard a gunshot. The loud explosion concussed through the tower. He winced. As he reached the door, he heard a second blast.
Lina charged through the crowd of medics and police and started to throw her arms around him, "God Zel! You look awful! Your arm! What happened to your shirt?"
Gourry strode up, eyes sad with concern. Before he could say much, two paramedics pounced on Zel, taking him to a waiting ambulance. Lina hovered around Zel catching bits of the story when he could speak. Gourry was close to the door when McGywn exited… carrying Xelloss.
Gourry grabbed the attention of one of the other medics and helped his friend onto a waiting stretcher. "I see you're wearing Zel's stuff now?" Gourry chuckled.
Xelloss touched the make-shift bandage and smiled weakly. "Oh yeah, I guess so….I don't know ….I just.…Where's Zelgadiss?"
Gourry nodded to the ambulance., "All ready to go. Looks like you're both going to the hospital….What? Okay, um…they want me out of the way.…Lina's here too.…We'll see you later!"
Another ambulance pulled up, waiting for instructions. McGywn spoke to a couple of the officers, and then ran into the building alone. He bounded up the stairs, two at a time. He dashed into the tower room. Zelas stood over Dubois, who lay still, one leg bleeding from the knee, a hole in his chest, and silenced by the dog bite puncturing his windpipe.
"That was your last dance, dear--" Zelas said lazily.
McGywn stopped her with a word and a clenched fist to the jaw.
"W----Whaaaaaa?" she screamed in surprise and pain.
"Now it appears that you had to shoot him in self defense, from the look of that mark across your face, but there are some officers coming up the stairs, so don't do anything stupid that will put you in prison and leave your sons without a mother."
Doctor Adams was on call that night. He saw the pale faces and familiar shades of purple hair. "Emergency room STAT—Brain scan on that one—X-rays here, here and here for the other. They're patients of mine, and brothers so keep them together—same room—no visitors, even if it's their mother until I sign off—got that?"
Zelgadiss was resting quietly, arm in a sling, his shoulder taped. There was a bandage on his forehead, over his bad eye and countless bruises. One of his legs was bandaged, but he wasn't thinking about that now. He checked his watch. Midnight, December 31st. One more second—
"Xelloss? You awake? Happy birthday—big brother—" Zel smiled at the purple-haired boy lying motionless on the bed beside his.
"Birthday? Tonight?"
"Yes. It's morning, technically, and you are eighteen years old. Congratulations!" Zel whispered.
"And you, you are Zelgadiss—my brother?"
"Yes. But that's a long story, would you like me to tell you about how that came about?"
"Yes, tell me that story, Zelgadiss."
"Oh, you can call me Zel. Everybody does."
"Zel—that's my name, isn't it"
"Xel? No, Xelloss. Nobody calls you that. I'm Zel. You are Xelloss."
"Okay--Can I go to sleep now—Zelgadiss?"
"Not yet, Dr. Adams made that very clear. I get to annoy you—besides, you want to hear my story, right?"
"Yes, the story—tell me the story of how I got my brother Zelgadiss."
"All right. It was the end of September, the course assignments were out and we all arrived a few days before classes started to pick them out. Yes, you were there and all our friends too, but they weren't our friends yet, at least, we didn't know that they were going to be the most important people in our lives. I didn't even know you—yet, until that day—"
"I demand to see him. I am his MOTHER!" Zelas demanded pacing the floor in front of the receptionist's desk.
"I AM sorry, Mrs. Metallium, but the doctor's orders are NO visitors until he signs off his approval," sniffed the nurse sternly.
"Graywords, Mrs. Graywords. So—where is Dr. Adams now? I will see him!"
"He is with a patient. If you would take a seat, he'll be with you as soon as he can." The nurse said with finality.
"Mrs. Graywords," said the young doctor panting slightly as he jogged up to the desk. "It's been a very busy night. What can I help you with?"
"I. Want. To. See. My. Son. "
"Which one? We have both registered tonight."
"Xelloss."
"Can't do that. I'm sorry. He's being carefully monitored. He's very unstable, Mrs. Metallium, er, Graywords, pardon me. For his own good, and I'm sure you want to see him recover his memory and use of his limbs, yes? Please go home and get some rest. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know if I think he's ready for visitors."
"Zelgadiss. I would like to see him. There can't be any objections to my seeing him?"
"His father is—"
"Out of town. We were on our—honeymoon. I came back to—check on the boys. They had been on an overnight road trip—I wanted to see how it went—and phone calls can be so—impersonal."
"Well, it's amazing—and very lucky for them! If you hadn't come home just when you did—well…"
"If I'd gotten home earlier I might have been able to prevent the entire dreadful event!"
"Yes—if only—Well, I will arrange to have Zelgadiss moved to my office—Nurse? Please escort Mrs. Graywords to my office—thank you. Please excuse me—"
"Oh, Zelgadiss, my poor sweet dear! How are you holding up?"
"Fine, Xelloss is sleeping now."
"Oh? I thought that was a bad thing?"
"It's okay for now—I'm tired too—"
"I won't keep you then—I had a question, though—perhaps you could help me a tiny bit—"
"What?"
"The tape. The police have searched the entire tower for that videotape—it wasn't there, funny thing—"
"I can't help that—"
"No? You didn't ask about it? Or—"
"What? I wasn't thinking about anything but my best friend lying there bleeding and my arm numb to the fingertips and some perverted maniac with a knife—that's all."
"—You look tired dear. Get some sleep and we'll talk more in the morning—" Zelas smiled. Perhaps he knows nothing after all.
"Oh, joy---" Zel muttered to himself.
"Xelloss?"
"Yes, Zel---gadiss?"
"I have it—do you know what I'm talking about?"
"IT? I think so—a tape—Is that it?"
"Yes—what shall I do with it?"
"I, I can't remember—a name—"
"Police detective McGywn?"
"Yes."
"I gave it to him actually—there's no place to hide it here, heh, heh. When you remember—I'll tell him what to do with it. Would you like me to tell you another story?"
"Yes—tell me about the—Slayers."
"The Slayers. That's the name of our band. You are the drummer. Yes! You are the best. I play lead guitar, Gourry—the tall blonde, yes, he's the bass player. Val plays keyboards and synthesizer now—you bought that for him so he could put in some chimes and other special effects. You are a real nice guy, Xelloss. We all think so.
"There are the girls too! Amelia, Filia, and Sylphiel are backup singers—what? She's making you a kimono? That's nice of her. Yes, she's very pretty—kinda looks like you, ha, ha! One more—our leader, Lina Inverse. Yes, she has red hair! Short and feisty, that's her. She'll be thrilled to know she's not forgotten. Remember a girl named Kiki? No? That's okay, you will—you'll remember everything soon.
"Good morning boys! How are you feeling?" asked the cheerful doctor even though he had spent a large part of the night on ER duty.
"Morning— Like shit," answered Zelgadiss succinctly, then nodding over his shoulder towards Xelloss he added, "He's still asleep."
"Good. I'll check you first then wake him up. Oh, nasty bruises—more scars—You play guitar, right? Well, you'll be able to again soon. This shoulder was dislocated and the bone bruised here and—here, but not broken—two weeks you'll be good as new, okay? I thought that would make you smile."
"Doctor? He remembers some stuff—Lina, for one. Something's bothering him—I think you should allow officer McGywn to talk to us. It might help."
"You think so, Dr. Zelgadiss? Well, I shall take your opinion under advisement. Now— Xelloss? Good morning! Hey, you're waving your fingers! Great! That's a good sign."
"You are Dr. Adams." Xelloss said sleepily, "You bandaged my head—a while ago when I fell down a cliff in the park." Xelloss smiled.
"Yes, I did and again last night. I'd like to check that again. Ah, looks like it will heal just fine. How's the headache? Better? That is the best news. Can I get you anything?"
"No. Yes, a policeman, Zelgadiss knows who I mean—and a TV with a VCR."
"Whoa! I'm not Santa Claus!" laughed the doctor.
"Santa Who? -- Just kidding!" laughed Xelloss in return.
"For that joke, I'll buy you a VCR myself and get you the officer of the day!"
Happy New Year!
(((.o)) Zel |||o.o||| Xelloss |{{~.~}}| Lina |((.o)|| Gourry ((-.-)) Amelia
End Seyruun High Jinx Chapter 30