"Domon Kasshu, I am here regarding your well being." George answered
seriously.
"If you didn't just almost give me a heart attack, I'd still have my well being."
"GEORGIEEEEEEKINS!!!! DOMIIIEEEE!!!" George was glomped from behind by a seemingly crazy guy in a Father Christmas robe and antlers
"*Pssst** Chibodee, you're not on yet, go get some coffee or something."
"Oh, right, sorry." the distraught Neo American gundam fighter answered, leaving the set.
"At any rate, if not your well being, Mr. Kasshu I am here regarding your salvation." George responded, "We will return now to your childhood." George stood on the windowsill.
"But George, I'm not a spirit, I'll fall out the window and die, and that would make Rain unhappy."
" Domon, you are not married to rain in this little performance." George hissed, so that the readers wouldn't hear him, "Anyway, Mr. Kasshu, take my hand and you shall fly."
"Okay.." Domon grasped George's hand and they flew off into the past.
The duo gracefully touched down in Neo Japan, where Kiyoji and young Domon Kasshu were playing in the yard, it was the Christmas of FC 49, and Domon saw his ten year old self telling his older brother what he wanted for Christmas. Kiyoji just smiled and nodded, telling Domon that Santa was not, in fact, real and it was Mr. And Mrs. Kasshu who brought the presents every year. The ten-year-old Domon burst into tears and yelled that Kiyoji was lying.
"Yup, that's the year my brother ruined Christmas for me."
"Stupid big shot, who does he think he is being in a flashback and being Fred all in one show." George sniffed. "Ah well, anyway, let's go see another Christmas in your past, Domon."
George and Domon were now in Neo Japanese home; the Domon in this scene was about 17 or 18 years old and was talking happily to Rain Mikamura.
"Yes, now let's see another Christmas with this beautiful young lady." George ducked out of the way, as Maria Louise aimed a heavy blow at him with her purse. "I mean, this young lady who er.isn't as beautiful as miss Maria Louise" George said, grabbing Domon by the shirt and rushing through the time warp, escaping the mad princess.
It was now the year of the 13th Gundam fight, Chibodee stood talking to Allenby while a 14 year old Neo Irish/Neo Korean girl cuddles Chibodee's middle section (around his abs, for anyone who's and idiot and thinks that means *cough**cough* well, y'know). And there stood Rain, yelling at Domon that their relationship was over.
"Show me no more, spirit," Domon sobbed, and George waved his arms like a real spirit, and Domon was back in his own bed, sobbing.
"Was it only a dream?" Domon thought to himself, until his thoughts were interrupted by a loud obnoxious voice he knew all too well.
"HO HO HO! C'MON IN, AND KNOW ME BETTER MAN!" the voice called, and Domon walked into his kitchen to see Chibodee drinking all the good booze, wearing antlers and a father Christmas robe.
"Oh no, not you, go away, Chibodee, you can't bum anymore booze off of me, it's your fault Clover and Roan made you go to counseling."
" Shhh!!! Clover and Roan don't exist in this show, I'm the childless, wifeless, responsibility-less GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT!" Chibodee grinned, edging away from Ulube, who was directing the show and about to smack Chibodee upside the head with a clipboard.
"If you didn't just almost give me a heart attack, I'd still have my well being."
"GEORGIEEEEEEKINS!!!! DOMIIIEEEE!!!" George was glomped from behind by a seemingly crazy guy in a Father Christmas robe and antlers
"*Pssst** Chibodee, you're not on yet, go get some coffee or something."
"Oh, right, sorry." the distraught Neo American gundam fighter answered, leaving the set.
"At any rate, if not your well being, Mr. Kasshu I am here regarding your salvation." George responded, "We will return now to your childhood." George stood on the windowsill.
"But George, I'm not a spirit, I'll fall out the window and die, and that would make Rain unhappy."
" Domon, you are not married to rain in this little performance." George hissed, so that the readers wouldn't hear him, "Anyway, Mr. Kasshu, take my hand and you shall fly."
"Okay.." Domon grasped George's hand and they flew off into the past.
The duo gracefully touched down in Neo Japan, where Kiyoji and young Domon Kasshu were playing in the yard, it was the Christmas of FC 49, and Domon saw his ten year old self telling his older brother what he wanted for Christmas. Kiyoji just smiled and nodded, telling Domon that Santa was not, in fact, real and it was Mr. And Mrs. Kasshu who brought the presents every year. The ten-year-old Domon burst into tears and yelled that Kiyoji was lying.
"Yup, that's the year my brother ruined Christmas for me."
"Stupid big shot, who does he think he is being in a flashback and being Fred all in one show." George sniffed. "Ah well, anyway, let's go see another Christmas in your past, Domon."
George and Domon were now in Neo Japanese home; the Domon in this scene was about 17 or 18 years old and was talking happily to Rain Mikamura.
"Yes, now let's see another Christmas with this beautiful young lady." George ducked out of the way, as Maria Louise aimed a heavy blow at him with her purse. "I mean, this young lady who er.isn't as beautiful as miss Maria Louise" George said, grabbing Domon by the shirt and rushing through the time warp, escaping the mad princess.
It was now the year of the 13th Gundam fight, Chibodee stood talking to Allenby while a 14 year old Neo Irish/Neo Korean girl cuddles Chibodee's middle section (around his abs, for anyone who's and idiot and thinks that means *cough**cough* well, y'know). And there stood Rain, yelling at Domon that their relationship was over.
"Show me no more, spirit," Domon sobbed, and George waved his arms like a real spirit, and Domon was back in his own bed, sobbing.
"Was it only a dream?" Domon thought to himself, until his thoughts were interrupted by a loud obnoxious voice he knew all too well.
"HO HO HO! C'MON IN, AND KNOW ME BETTER MAN!" the voice called, and Domon walked into his kitchen to see Chibodee drinking all the good booze, wearing antlers and a father Christmas robe.
"Oh no, not you, go away, Chibodee, you can't bum anymore booze off of me, it's your fault Clover and Roan made you go to counseling."
" Shhh!!! Clover and Roan don't exist in this show, I'm the childless, wifeless, responsibility-less GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT!" Chibodee grinned, edging away from Ulube, who was directing the show and about to smack Chibodee upside the head with a clipboard.