Unless my summary does BAD things (again), this SHOULD be the last chapter. . .
Well JC Maxwell-Yuy. . .I'm GLAD you enjoyed blowing up the dragon. . .as usual. . .I SHALL RETURN!
Erm. . .anyway, thank you Fifilafemme and JC Maxwell-Yuy for reviews! Since this SHOULD be the last chapter I'm writing, I'll hand out. . .ah, fortune cookies. Enjoy!
I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh!, any of the characters/monsters, any photographs, the song "one seek" (that's positive MA), or anything else that isn't me.
For the last time, onward!
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Christmas was a few days away. Varon had somehow gotten all of his purchases into his suitcases, and did his best to unload everything. In moments, he was knee-deep in stuff, ranging from dirty laundry to a particular CD he had purchased shortly before leaving the islands. He gave the CD a look before popping it into a radio/CD player, and blasting one of the tracks. Then he went back to sorting stuff.
Amelda fumed. Varon's horrible music didn't help his mood. He had staggered out of one of the bathrooms well after most people had disembarked, only to find that his carry-on was missing. The other Doom Warriors, who were sitting nowhere near him, were of no help. He had lost 5 disposable camera's worth of film! This was no time to be listening to Christmas music! He sighed and started unpacking. One of his trenchcoats felt a bit heavier than it should have. A disposable camera was tucked away in a pocket. With a near-maniacal look in his eyes, he did a thorough check of the rest of his clothing. He scrounged together three cameras total. It was better than nothing. It was time to develop the fruit of his efforts.
Raphael didn't have much to unpack. The faint whisper of a Christmas song was the only thing that broke the silence. In the amount of time it took for someone's footsteps to storm past his room, he had finshed sorting the laundry. He'd kept his shopping to a minimum, and the small assortment of items he had snagged from The Aloha State sat on his bed. . .and one item he didn't remember packing started to move.
Dartz rolled his eyes. Since when were ANY of his Doom Warriors afraid of bugs? The cursing from Raphael's room vanished, as the oldest of his Warriors flushed a relative of Girochin Kuwagata down the toilet. A motorcycle engine roared to life. Amelda's mind was fixated on the three disposable cameras in his pocket. Dartz shook his head. It would be a waste of effort to pry into Amelda's lack of a mind. Varon's off-key mental singing jarred Dartz's mind. Varon had a tolerable sense of humor, and absolutely no musical talent whatsoever.
Life was back to normal.
It was somewhat late on Christmas Eve. Varon had somehow sorted an extraordinary pile of stuff, and it sat in a delicate balance around his room. The other 12 songs on the CD he had bought were excellent. He listened to a very interesting rendition of a traditional Christmas song, and smiled. Christmas was a wonderful time of year.
Amelda looked at the bulletin board near his bed. It was neatly decorated with some of the better pictures he had taken during his stay in Hawaii. The rest of the pictures were stored under his bed. . .just in case he wanted to change the bulletin board's appearance (or hunt down a certain girl). One showed the sign of the shave ice store he'd stopped off at. Another was a breathtaking picture of the Nuuanu Pali. He'd put the prettiest picture in such a way that he would look at it when he woke up. It was a picture that captured the beauty of the islands. . .a picture so beautiful that even he was amazed. . .a picture that he never thought he'd walk away with. . .a picture that would never leave the bulletin board. . .the picture of a sunset over Tantalus.
The rain outside made things seem much more cozy. Raphael sat down, and listened to the rain outside. The only thing that would make things more perfect would be a nice book. He reached for a book on ghost stories from Hawaii. . .
. . .and the lights went out. Dartz winced as swearing in three languages reached him. Couldn't they think of more creative things to say? In moments, their thoughts shifted to sleepy thoughts. In a few more moments, all three of them slept. The rain pounded on the roof mercilessly. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Life was precisely the way it should be.
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Author's notes, for the LAST time:
Well, I had to find a way to finish this up. There was NO way I was going to catalogue 192 pictures!
Amelda: You COULD have humored me. . .
Anyway, I'm sorry for the delay. Life has been strange.
The song "one seek" is the ending song for Beatmania: The Final. It also describes one thing from the trip from each Doom Warrior that I decided to outline (Varon's CD, Amelda's obssession with pictures, and Raphael's horrible luck). Sorry Raphael!
I hope that you, the reader, enjoyed this fic. I do LOVE--
Raphael: Oh really?
Me: WILL YOU LET ME FINISH?!
--torturing the Doom Warriors, so expect to see at least a few more things involving them when I get around to writing them! This is my favorite story arc of the entire series, if only because I can stare at a certain guy and not feel too guilty.
Amelda: Pervert.
Me: I wasn't referring to you, CHILD.
I will still accept reviews. Depending on the review, I might respond to them in an upcoming fic. . .which I WILL write, eventually. Mahalo, and adieu!