Author's notes, front:
Thanks for the review, Blood Pony! Here's some of my mom's brandy snaps! They're really sweet!
No, it's NOT Hot Topic. That's on the third floor. This is a ground-level store, sort of.
I don't know how much I can write, because I've caught a cold and. . .
Amelda: HAHAHAHAHAHA!
. . .I've got work tomorrow. I've also got a LIFE, unlike a certain redheaded punk I know of. . .
Amelda: Liar.
Me: Unlike you, I also have to work on Christams Eve.
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, any of the characters/monsters/really evil things, any Tums, or the song "PERFECTWOLRD" (that's owned by N.A.R.D. and masayo).
The explanation for my odd notes at the end of the second chapter will come AFTER this chapter.
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The reception wasn't working again. Dartz kicked the base of the altar. The image dispersed into a speckly mess of black and white. Dartz used some of the better words he had learned from his minions. This couldn't be happening.
The brats from Domino City were slowly but surely tracing their way to his sacred temple (of sorts). His Doom Warriors were sending in souls at a snail's pace. At the rate they were going, they would be older than dirt before they got all the souls from Hawaii.
Dartz sighed and went up to the roof, to adjust the small antenna he'd put up there. Maybe the picture in the altar would work again.
The picture became clearer, but the transmission began to lag. He looked over the events of the past day, and chuckled. Raphael's sense of direction was as awful as ever. Varon's face was the cause of almost all of his problems. Amelda's thoughts were somewhere in his subconscious. Dartz growled. This was no time to be sleeping!
The transmission, which was meant to be much faster than the normal flow of time, suddenly began to pick up. From the little date-time stamp he'd included, the events he was watching happened a few hours ago. The weather in Hawaii was as foul as the weather outside. Amelda walked around an unknown location in a gray shirt. It was a drastic improvement.
Suddenly, a little "live" appeared at the upper-left corner. The transmission had caught up to real time. Amelda had successfully stolen a good number of souls, and they would be on their way over in no time. Dartz smiled to himself. At least one of his warriors was competent.
The Leviathan shifted. The souls from Hawaii must have finally made it over. The Leviathan's grumbling seemed a little different. It had consumed much bigger meals than this one. What did the big lunk want now?
Dartz glanced back at the image. A menagerie of Duel Monsters took up the screen. He blinked, then facefaulted when he saw what the "monsters" were doing. Peten was NOT supposed to be making anyone laugh! The Vampire Lord looked directly into the image for a brief moment before going back to whatever it was doing. The screen shifted over the Vampire Lord's shoulder. He was writing poetry. Dartz groaned.
Suddenly, the Leviathan pulsed. Were these souls the power that the Leviathan needed to fully awaken?
With a shuddering rumble, nineteen points of light left the Leviathan. The lights briefly regrouped before heading off in the general direction of Hawaii. Dartz screamed in rage. The Leviathan's delicate stomach had been upset again.
'I am not feeling myself today,' the Leviathan said mentally.
'I shall apologize on the behalf of my idiot warriors. Their offerings have upset your stomach again?'
'If that's what you call this awful feeling. I'm going to be on a liquid diet for the next two days.' The Leviathan's voice left his head. The former King of Atlantis kicked the wall. He'd best let his vacationing minions know about this.
'Hey. . .you FOOLS!' Three minds snapped to attention.
'Amelda's made the Leviathan sick again. It's on a liquid diet for the next two days. UNDERSTAND?' Two mental nods and a mental slap in the head answered him. It would suffice.
The image in the altar blinked out again. It was time to readjust the antenna.
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Author's notes, back:
Dartz is as grouchy as ever!!
All the strange-looking quotes occurred within some poor people's minds, or excuses for minds.
The "PERFECTWORLD" is a reference to the reason why Dartz is collecting souls.
I couldn't very well let Dartz keep the souls of my English class, so I made the Leviathan give them back. They returned to normal shortly after the Leviathan spit them out.
As for my earlier comment about me being a DJ. . .I am a BIG fan of Beatmania IIDX, a series of video games that involves 7 keys and a little record-looking scratch. It's highly addicting, to the point where every single chapter is somehow related to Beatmania IIDX (most of them are song titles; Chapter 2 is the genre for the title of this story, which is also a song title). I'm still trying to decide if I'm going to make Varon waste $20 or so attempting that game. . .
Anyway, Chapter 9 should be on its way shortly. . .this time, it will be narrated by Raphael (I've tortured Varon enough. . .he gets a vacation).