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                                                                         Love and Peace!!

                                                           Rendevous

          "Sleepy time's over Takkun!! WAKE UP!!!!

           Naota was jolted awake by the deafening noise of Haruko's bass being played at

full blast.

        "AGGHH!!! TURN IT DOWN, WILL YOU!!!" he screamed.

        "We're almost to my ship, Arthur! Get ready to rock!"

        "My name isn't...."

Naota was cut off by another blast from Haruko's bass. He took a look at

his surroundings.

          Behind him, he could see the earth, spread out in its vast expanse. He could make

out the shapes of all the continents, and could see the vast oceans spread out far and wide.

Haruko was standing on the seat in front of him, prancing about.

          "Paul McCartney, stand aside!!! The Vespa queen has now arrived!!!"

Suddenly, a bright light appeared in front of them, and Naota found himself looking into

a sort of hangar. Paul McCartney moved aside, as Haruko landed her Vespa inside.

           Wow, what's Paul McCartney doing here?

Haruko brought the vespa to a screeching, sudden halt, throwing Naota off in the

process. He skidded across the floor of the hangar and came to rest at the feet of

Canti. Being the strong silent type, he had nothing to say. Haruko walked up to

Canti.

          "I see you made it back from your market run, "Lord Canti"! Well, let's see how

you did."

           Haruko tore into the contents of the packages, while Canti watched inquisitively.

Soon, her pleasant mood gave way to fearful anger.

           "You got the medium curry, instead of the mild stuff Takkun likes!! You're

a lousy butler!" Haruko stormed away. Canti seemed outraged by this statement, and

looked like he was about to say something. He thought better of it, and turned away.

The words "I am NOT a lousy butler" flashed on his screen.

             "How can he have made a market run? We're in outer space!"

             At that time, in another room on the ship, a nineteen year old photographer/

Canti worshipper was making a circle of candles, and preparing for a special ceremony.

She too had been kidnapped by Haruko, and brought along on this journey.

Like Naota, Mamimi had no idea why she had been brought here. Haruko had kidnapped

her from her Chicago apartment several weeks before. She had not given her any

instructions, except to take as many pictures as possible. It was an exciting experience

for her. Not only would she get to see Naota again, but she could once again serve

Lord Canti, and earn his favor.

           Naota heard a voice call out in the darkness.

          "Canti!! God of primal darkness, hear the plea of your loyal priestess! You

reign down fire from heaven on those who bend not to your will! Lord of Fear and

god of dark things."

          Naota reached over and flipped on the lights. He could see someone kneeling

within a circle of candles in front of Canti. Mamimi turned around and looked at

Naota.

         "Glad you finally made it, chief!" She said.

         "Ma... Mamimi?" Naota stuttered.

          The two of them stood silently, looking at each other. Naota could feel the regret

of what had happened between them welling up inside him again. He contemplated this

moment, and what he should say. However, he found himself speechless.

          Suddenly, he forgot his thoughts, as the growth in his forehead began pushing

its way out.

          "Uggh, Not Again!!!" Naota moaned.

           Naota felt that all to familiar pain in his head. It was happening again.

There was a deafening, thunderous noise as this new robot pushed its way free

from Naota's head. This robot resembled a giant, mechanical spider. Haruko stood

with her guitar ready, and lunged at the beast.

           "Gotcha!! Attercop, DIE!!!!!!!

           Haruko's guitar came crashing down on the beast's head, sending forth a

shower of sparks. With a deafening roar, the spider reared backward, and rolled over

on its side. It then exploded in a brilliant flash of light, sending a shower of scrap metal

everywhere. Haruko quickly turned her attention to another robot that had just sprang

out of Naota's head.

          "You're next, X-004!!"

          Haruko started to charge forward, but found herself being held back by Canti.

         "What's your problem, TV boy?"

         Canti gazed at the robot longingly. He was silent, but the look in his screen said

everything. Love at first sight!

           "Lord Canti! Thou hast found thy heavenly love! Shine thy love upon me Lord

Canti."

           "Good grief! You sound like some bizarre, Renaissance festival hippie"

           "BJORK!!!" Mamimi yelled.

           Naota looked, and saw Haruko standing above them. She had what appeared

to be a freshly killed swan draped around her. Blood dripped from a wound on its neck.

The next thing Naota noticed was a hideous smell, strong enough to cripple a bull elephant.

The smell of rotten eggs. But then the greatest horror any man has ever known was

visited upon Naota. Haruko began to play her bass and sing a lively Renaissance ballad.          

                                                     (As Bjork)

                                               SONGFIC SCRIPT

                                  To the tune of "Misc. Medieval Synth Tune"

          "I'm an Icelandic diva, I wear dead birds, I prance around Naked, for all

you sick nerds. I'm stuck in adolescence, you can't understand what I say. But I sing

about sex, so I guess I'm okay!

           I grew up in a purple commune, but I guess you could tell. All the time I spent

with hippies, gives me a putrid smell. I don't know Nordic literature. Vinlandsaga I can't

say. I guess the Hammer of Thor, knocked out my brains today!

          I mumble to the music, of synthesized bells. The tinabulaliation that so suvellently

vells. I'm an Icelandic singer, and I'm here to say, I've got marbles in my mouth, pepeta

voon ma vay!

         I don't sing out the words, enunciation who needs it! Just read the liner notes, you

stupid haneevit! I don't sing about war, but ya know mavagot! I ain't talkin about love, I

sing of sex alot!

                                              CUT TO STUDIO

           NVA: So she's singing a stupid style parody, as Bjork, to the tune of a medieval

troubadour love song? That makes absolutely NO SENSE!!!!

           HVA: I saw it at a Renaissance festival once!

                                BACK TO ANIME FANFICTION

                          IN A SECRET BASE OUTSIDE MABASE

            Amarao and Kitsuburami were monitoring the situation with growing concern.

           "Our efforts to prevent Haruko from kidnapping Naota failed, now we just

have to wait, and hope for the best."

           "Commander, what does she plan to do with him this time?"

           "Rahau's in it for just one thing now, Atomsk. She was kicked out of the space

police brotherhood shortly after leaving earth last time. But that hasn't stopped her from

pursuing the pirate king. She's like a bloodhound; she won't stop until she catches him."

            "Sounds pretty serious, commander. But Atomsk was captured by Medical

Meccanica again, wasn't he?"

          "That's right, and they're using his power to drive their ultimate weapon. A

genetically engineered monster, called Paul. He's essentially a moving prison that they're using to harness his power for their own ends. He functions very much like the terminal core.

 but it doesn't stop there, Kitsurburami.

Raharu has apparently outfitted her guitar with a device that will allow her to open N.O

gates on her own. That's why she needs Naota."

          "She's just using him again. She doesn't care about him at all. That poor kid!"

          "Kitsurburami."

           "Yeah, commander?"

          "Do you have a sister?"

           "Eyebrows!" Kitsurburami muttered.

           Haruko sat alone in the front of her ship, gathering her thoughts, and finishing

her plan. She had successfully snatched 'Takkun' right out from under Amarao's nose.

Now all she had to do was find P.A.U.L. She listened as Naota and Mamimi talked

in the next room.

          "Sounds like Takkun and Princess Nicotine are getting along fine."

          Since being kicked out of the Brotherhood, Haruko had continued her search

for Atomsk. She had travelled all around the galaxy, trying to find him, encountering

one dead end after another. But when Atomsk had been captured by M.M, the situation

changed drastically. Amarao had told her that Atomsk's power had increased greatly,

and that if he were set free from M.M's device, the entire universe would likely collapse

around him. She hadn't believed him, of course, and she would make Atomsk's power

her own no matter what. Nobody would get in her way now.

          But there was something about 'Takkun' she could never forget. That day

she had left, three years before.

          I love you.

          "He was just a kid" Haruko thought to herself. "He probably didn't even know what

he was saying."

         But she had to admit, things had been awfully dull without him. In a way, Haruko

was glad to have him at her side again.

     Haruko had gone to the front of the ship, and Naota was alone with Mamimi. He found

himself at a loss for words. There was so much he wanted to say to her, but just couldn't

work up the courage. Finally, Mamimi broke the awkward silence.

            "So, chief. Tell me how your life has gone since I left."

            "Well, there's not much to tell really. Mabase's as dull as it ever was now.

 Nothing amazing, and it's rather mind numbing at times."

            "I see. So how is everybody?"

            Naota told Mamimi about his relationship with Ninamori, and how the

two of them had broken up recently. It had hurt for awhile, but he had learned to

deal with heartache. Mamimi understood how he felt.

             "I know what it's like chief. I felt the same way when Tasuku went to America

and got a new girlfriend. I was really sad and angry for awhile, but I learned

to deal with it. As it turned out, Tasuku wasn't gone for good. After his American

girlfriend died in that mysterious fire, we finally

found each other. So you see? Things have worked out fine after all. Someday Naota,

you'll find that special someone."

            "I heard that you two were planning on getting married!"

            "Yeah chief, we are but there's something I have to do first" Mamimi said.

           Naota sat silently for a few moments, reflecting on the past. He remembered

when Mamimi had left Mabase, and how they had parted. He felt torn up inside,

wanting desperately to apologize to her for what he had done, leaving her with no support

but he just couldn't find the courage yet.

            "Mamimi..." He said haltingly.

            "Yeah Naota?"

            "Um, I just wanted to say that... I'm sorry"

            Mamimi looked into Naota's face.

            "For what, Chief?" She asked.

            "The way I acted that day" Naota responded. "I was wrong to say the things

I did, I just wanted you to know." He paused to regain his composure, and to hold

back tears "can you... ever forgive me?" he asked.

            Mamimi was silent for a few moments. She still felt the pain of what had

happened that day, three years ago. Now, looking into Naota's eyes, she was able

finally to let that pain go. Mamimi began to cry.

            "Of course I can, Naota" she said as tears welled up in her eyes. "Of course

I can!" she pulled Naota in and gave him a long hug. They sat there silently for a few

moments.

            "You really have grown up allot, Naota" Mamimi told him.

            "I guess I have" Naota said softly.

            As I hugged Mamimi, I realized just how much I had missed her. I thought

of how proud I was that she had found her way in life. She would even be

marrying my brother soon. I guess things have worked out okay.

         Nothing interesting ever happens to me, unless you count being abducted by a

psychotic extra-terrestrial and taken on a mysterious journey across the galaxy.

Nothing interesting at all.

                                          ENDING THEME

           Well, I guess this chapter wasn't all that funny or good. Oh well, even the best

writers have their bad moments. And this guy is FAR from one of the best.

Our next chapter is entitled "A Long Hitchhike". It has nothing to do with hitchhiking,

and it's no longer than any other chapter. I guess Dillahay's still hung up on that

Douglas Adams fella. Now THAT guy was a genius!

Whatever. Next on Fooly Cooly, episode 3, A Long Hitchhike!

See ya soon!