Tori: *yawn* Here it is… But I've just been inspired to start another fic! *can no longer keep track*

Ke: Well, you see, I'm Union, so…

Tori: O.o There's a Muse Union!?

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            "What's Treize doing in Heaven!?" the five boys chorused.

            "The same thing you're doing here," Duet snorted and the former bubble-bath Nazi¹ nodded.

            "I'm merely earning my wings. Duet is the instructor here and-"

            His sentence was cut short as the knee-high gate swung open again and a tall, very handsome Italian man walked in. Everyone gasped and bowed deeply, except for the, well, yeah, the pilots. Who'd you expect? Okay, maybe Martin Luther King Jr. didn't bow quite so deeply, but only because he was on such good terms with the new arrival that he didn't see it totally necessary.

            The man walked up to group, shot an icy-blue-eyed glance at the boys and looked down at Duet.

            "Cut the crap and stand up. I know you better than to think you're actually worshipping me," he joked amiably, and the un-braided girl straightened and smirked.

            "Sup, God? My sandal was untied, is'all…"

            "GOD!?" the guys yelled, then looked back and forth a few times between the celestial amigos.

            The Italian-looking man turned to them. "Name's God. You may also know me as Kami-sama, Yahweh, Allah, The Moral Law of Heaven, Zeus, Jehovah…"

            Duo looked cross for a moment, then laughed, then seemed a bit of both as God slanted him a confused look.

            "Who the hell are you?"

            "I am the God of Death!" the braided boy replied and Duet slapped her forehead in despair. God seemed even more confused by this and touched a finger to his forehead.

            "Oh! I remember you now! You were always messing around with this one, right?" Here he trust a thumb over his shoulder at Duet, who was beet red. "Well, there's not polytheism here, so looks like I reign supreme!" He dusted his fingernails on the front of his black silk shirt and inspected them before smiling knowingly. Around them, the others were still bowing. No, I didn't forget about them... I mean, you just don't stop bowing to God even though he's talking to someone else, right?

            "Th-there are so many questions I have to ask you!" Quatre cried suddenly, catching everyone by surprise. "Allah, I have spent my life serving you to the best of my abilities! But, please, tell me… Why are you Italian?"

            The others decided this was a pretty good question and sat back, waiting for the answer.

            "Because," God explained carefully. "Any other questions?"

            "God… Why is Quatre blonde, blue-eyed, and fair-skinned if he just called you Allah?" Duo asked and Quatre shot him a deathglare.

            "Easy. Quatre comes from an Arabian tribe known as the Berbers. They had similar genetic traits."

            "Oh."

            "I learn something new about me every day…" Quatre said thoughtfully. "Thank you for solving the mystery of my Caucasian-faced existence."

            "Is this the thing you humans call 'sarcasm'?"

            "Aren't you supposed to be omniscientific?"

[A/N: About this time, Margaritaville came on 96.5, so I had to make myself a margarita, which means this is going to get weirder before it gets better…Why I felt the need to explain this… only God knows. Although I have a sneaking suspicion it was" that frozen concoction that helps me hang on"…]

            "Aren't you supposed to be-- …I don't know what that means…" God hung his head and the surrounding angels fixed him with questioning looks.

            "That's because he just invented that word…" Heero deadpanned.

            "Well, that makes me feel better…" God sighed in relief and wiped his forehead.

            "Um, I believe we have drifted a little off-topic?" Treize cut in and everyone looked at him funny before promptly resuming the conversation.

            "So anyway… Your friend here's one of my top employees. That's why I sent her to give you your second chances," God explained and the five boys were suddenly interested again.

            "We get to be reincarnated! COOL! I want to come back as a birdie! ^___^" Trowa yelled and clenched his fists, completely out of character. Aside from weirding everyone else out, he also drew a couple of looks that resembled those of skeptical raccoons.

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            "Erm, *cough* I mean: …" the banged boy corrected himself and stood quietly, looking stoic as ever.

            "Seriously, I have no idea who these people are. We just met outside the gate…" Duet tried to explain. One of the closer angel's spines gave out and he collapsed into an exhausted and heaving heap in the middle of a cumulonimbus.

            "Okay, you people can carry on. Right now I need to deal with this little problem…" God frowned. The others looked worried, and with good reason.

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Tori: Makoto and I were watching Gundam Wing at some insanely early hour of the morning and the part where Treize was in the hot tub came on, so Makoto shouts "AHHH! IT'S THE BUBBLE-BATH NAZI!!!" and promptly falls off the couch. When he didn't get right back up, I looked over and he had fallen asleep.

Ke: Crazy college kids…

Tori: I really, really love this story! I don't care who hates it!

Ke: *raises hand* I hate it! Start the other one!

Tori: Okay… Here's a sneak peak. I love to get other authors involved in my stories, so…

Ke: THAT was you sneak peak?

Tori: *nods*

Ke: *facefaults* What am I going to do with you?