This is Weird! --Slayers Trigun
Part Five out of K
A "Slayers" production by Curtis R. Wildcat
Takes place shortly after the short fic "Earth to Phibrizzo, Come
In". This chapter expands on the two characters created at the end
of that story. And before you inquire about the chapter title, you'd
better read the chapter first.
All flames disintegrate on contact with my e-mail account.
----------------
Zelgadis groaned as he stared at yet another Lina-vs.-Gourry feeding
frenzy. As usual, the two of them had ordered enough food to nearly
collapse the table and were now fighting over some spiral-cut ham.
Playing it safe, Amelia had taken her share of the meal and was
eating somewhere else in the room.
He turned his thoughts to what had happened two days ago: shortly
after they had fought against a certain fruitcake monster, Xellos
reappeared and ran past them. A few seconds later, Phibrizzo was
seen pursuing him towards the horizon while screaming at the top of
whatever passed for his lungs.
Not only was the psychopathic mazoku yelling something about a joker
and a knight, but he had ignored the gang completely. Something had
to give.
Shortly after the incident, the gang had recovered and continued
their journey. This morning, they had arrived in Figaro City fully
recovered from the pranks that Xellos had been pulling. Plans had
been to leave the next day once their supplies were replenished.
In the distance, someone had started singing. Sipping some coffee,
Zelgadis turned his head towards the tavern entrance. Amelia
followed suit a few seconds later. Lina and Gourry did the same,
their mouths full of ham. Everyone else in the tavern perked up as
they heard the song. There was a pause; and then, sounding as if the
source of the song had come closer, the singing resumed.
"Aoi sora no shita de...kaze wa mirai ni fuku...taiyou no hizashi
wo...dakishimeru you ni. Tada nagasareru dake...ashiato dake wo
nokoshite..."
There was a brief popping noise like that of a loud explosion, and a
half-inch hole was burned into the wall above everyone's head. More
holes formed in rapid succession, spelling out a word on the wall.
Well, two words actually.
Amelia stood up and moved closer, trying to read the words. "'Look
out'?" she asked, curious. "Look out for what?"
"Look out for THIS, senorita," a snide-sounding accented voice hissed
from outside the tavern. A series of mini-explosions later, the
table that Amelia had been sitting at was reduced to splinters and
wood chips.
Some of the tavern's occupants fled, anticipating a fight and not
want to be caught in the middle of it. Lina and the others stayed.
You probably could accuse them of being insane, but they had good
reasons for not leaving. Amelia wanted to know who could accomplish
that destructive feat without shouting the name of the attack first.
Zelgadis wasn't quite finished with his coffee. Gourry had a puzzled
look on his face, and Lina didn't like leaving a meal half-finished.
More of the booming noises ensued, and this time Lina and the others
had the good sense to duck their heads. The attacks weren't aimed at
them this time, but at the outside wall; and after what seemed like a
thousand of the little explosions (but was actually more like a
hundred), the front of the tavern collapsed. Once the smoke cleared
everyone got a good look at the cause of the racket.
"Who is it?" Lina asked Zelgadis. "A bounty hunter with
strength-enhancing talismans?"
"Worse," the part-golem muttered, shaking his head disgustedly. "A
Mazoku with a bad hair day."
Lina sighed. "Let's have a look. What's life thrown at us this
time?"
What life had thrown at them was what looked like a six-foot
cat---six-foot-seven if you counted his unruly hair. He was a
wearing a bright orange shirt-pants combo (with a strange blue
star-shaped insignia over where the shirt pocket should be), and had
brown fur and a tail that was twitching rapidly; the two canines
sticking out of his mouth punctuated his grin. His clawed right hand
was raised, with his thumb and index finger at a 90-degree angle.
Standing to his left was what looked like a human; the thing was,
Zelgadis had been part-mazoku long enough to know who was a monster
and who wasn't. This one was a bit shorter, had black pants, a white
shirt, a black loose-fitting robe with white trim, short brown hair,
steel-toed boots, and looked a bit...overweight.
"They actually look better than some of the other mazoku I've seen,"
Lina muttered. She cracked her knuckles. "Can't say that'll save
them, but I'll give 'em bonus points anyway."
Amelia stepped forward, her mind working overtime. "Who are you to
destroy this establishment? What do you want with us, you fiend?"
The cat mazoku smiled even wider, if that was possible. Lowering his
hand, he declared: "My name is Mays Willie Jordan Michael Barry Dave
McCartney Paul Schmidt Mike Mario Luigi Aran Samus Strife Cloud
Davidson Harley Zoid Freaka Arbuckle Jon Yankovic Al Geronimo Home
Run Derby Sosa Sammy Forrester Clayton Arsene Lupin the 3rd."
Slightly calmer, he added: "Don't hesitate to call."
Gourry blinked. "Um...that's quite a long name. Do you go by some
other name, or can I just call you Freaka?"
The other mazoku spoke up, his voice that of a teenage boy. "His
name's Kharlosa Khosmosa, and I'm Kurthish. Sorry about the earlier
confusion, but we're mazoku and we've been asked to destroy you. No
hard feelings."
"Like blazes, you will," Lina remarked, preparing herself; around
her, the others were getting ready to fight as well. "We ain't going
down without a fight. We aren't going down, period!"
The first mazoku, Kharlosa, aimed his finger at them. "Take this
then."
There was a small white flash from his finger, the source of the
explosions from earlier; and then SOMETHING blasted by Lina, singeing
her hair as it went by. The trajectory of a few more shots met with
Gourry's Sword of Light, but by then a virtual hail of the things
forced everyone to scatter and take cover behind the wreckage of the
wall.
Amelia popped up long enough to shoot off a Freeze Arrow, then ducked
down as a shot zipped past. "What kind of attack is that?"
Lina raised her hands above the wreckage long enough to fire an
Elmekia Lance, but quickly lowered them again as a blast nearly shot
off one of the talismans. "Don't ask me! I'm not an expert in that
field! If we survive this, maybe we should ask Xellos!"
"No, thank you," Zelgadis spat. "Under no conditions are we to ask
him anything!"
"It's a Mazoku Blaster," Kurthish calmly commented from Kharlosa's
side. "He can fire off ten per second, and he's got a virtually
unlimited supply."
Kharlosa did a quick double-take, still attacking. "You just had to
tell them." He returned his attention to his adversaries. "I've had
enough fooling around. I think I'll deprive them of that cover!"
He turned his gaze to the wreckage of the front wall...which
vibrated, cracked, and exploded. To anyone else, it would seem like
he had destroyed the wall just by glaring at it. Instead, he had
opened his mouth for a fraction of a second and assaulted it with a
sound wave too high for humans to hear. The end result: a destroyed
wall, and the distant baying of a dozen hounds.
The explosion pushed Lina and the others onto their backs, stunning
them momentarily. By the time they recovered, Kharlosa had his hand
raised towards Lina. "I hope you've enjoyed that last meal,
senorita, because---huh?"
What had gotten his attention was Kurthish, who brushed past him and
seated himself at one of the tables that hadn't gotten wasted. He
raised his hand and called a waitress, who had stayed against her
better judgement, over to him. "Um...what is it?" the waitress
stuttered, not wanting to be vaporized. "Please don't hurt me."
"Two ham sandwiches, a glass of orange juice, and a box of one of the
local desserts, please," Kurthish stated politely, dropping some
silver pieces into her hand. "And an apple."
Everyone else, including Kharlosa, facefaulted. The aforementioned
mazoku, though, was the first to recover. "What in the world's going
on?! We've got a job to do, you loco bozo! Get back here---eeep!"
Kurthish had raised his head and glared at Kharlosa; for a brief
instant, lightning was literally crackling in the monster's eyes.
"It's lunchtime, and I'm a mazoku. You got a problem with that?
Destroying them can wait."
Sweatdrops all around. In the meantime Kurthish waved the waitress
away, walked over to Lina, and pulled her up. "Care to sit down and
declare a truce? We can resume vaporizing each other later."
Uneasily, the others got up and joined them. Kharlosa followed them
in, his expression that of utter disgust. "The comandante isn't
going to like this, Kurthish."
"Then the boss can stuff a brass racquet in his mouth," Kurthish
suddenly snapped. "I'm hungry, and that's final."
"I don't mean any offense, but don't mazoku eat the emotions of angry
people?" Gourry asked as he sat down at the table. "Something like
that..."
"Normally it's to that effect," Kurthish said, nodding. "But mazoku
or not, I'll take a sandwich any day of the week. Even us evil ones
have our quirks, and my appetite's one of them." He turned his head
to Lina. "So, I hear that our boss Phibrizzo nearly got his
posterior kicked by a shrine maiden who invented the Flare Carrot.
Tell me more."
Before Lina could say anything, Zelgadis beat him to it. "What?!
Your boss is Phibrizzo?! That would mean---"
"Don't get the wrong impression, Rocky," Kharlosa interrupted. "If
he made more of us, he'd risk draining his own energy. Thankfully,
that means you just have to worry about us."
"Yeah, but about that shrine maiden," Kurthish said, bringing the
subject back on track. "If it weren't for that giant crystal behind
him, he would've been burnt toast."
Lina raised a hand slightly. "Hold up. Did he tell you all this, or
were you there watching the fight?"
Kurthish shook his head. "Nah; we appeared nearly two days ago.
Let's just say we have memories that aren't really our own."
Kharlosa glared at his counterpart, but the chubby mazoku was on a
roll. "Take that Mazoku Blaster of Kharlosa's. He was actually
imitating an ace fighter; but how could he have seen that ace if he'd
come about just two days ago?"
"Who is this ace fighter?" Amelia asked him. "Is it anyone we know?"
"Not likely," Kharlosa growled, scowling at Kurthish. "Not unless
you've seen a tall blonde-haired man with a red coat, a deadly aim,
and a fondness for doughnuts."
"I've heard of doughnuts before, but I can't exactly remember
where..." Gourry stated, looking thoughtful.
At that moment the waitress came back with the meal, plus a small
box. Kurthish opened the box, took something out, and said: "Figaro
City's local speciality: the chocolate doughnut. Here. Try some."
Gourry snapped his fingers. "THAT'S where I heard of it!"
---------------------------------------------------
Kharlosa had tried to stop Kurthish, but by then it was too late.
Two hours went by before the mission to destroy the gang resurfaced
in their minds; but by then Lina and the others had decided to bugger
out.
"I don't believe this!" Kharlosa was ranting as they walked down the
street later. "First you have the nerve to get a meal when we're
supposed to be fighting, then you order some extra food for Lina,
then you start regaling them with tales of Vash the Stampede! By the
time we were finished, the princesa was taking notes while the
chimera was asking me what 'senor' meant! I've never been so
embarrassed!"
"You've only been alive two days, Kharlosa," Kurthish said calmly.
"You shouldn't have sung that song before you attacked, anyway. If
you want embarrassed, you should see what Phibrizzo's face is going
to look like later when we get through with him."
-----------------------------------
Speaking of Phibrizzo, he had long since worked out his anger against
Xellos and was dozing off at the local inn. His nap was interrupted
when his two minions entered the room, looking like the jerks that
he'd thought of them as. "Well?" he inquired testily. "Did you find
Lina Inverse?"
"Yes," Kurthish said.
Time stood still. "And..."
"And what?" Kurthish asked.
"Did you do what I asked you to do?" Phibrizzo asked impatiently.
"No," Kharlosa blurted out.
However unlikely it seemed, several veins started throbbing. "And
why didn't you?"
Kharlosa chuckled. "How can we respect a high-level mazoku who
screams like a girl when he doesn't get his way?"
Almost immediately, Phibrizzo was off the bed and in Kharlosa's face.
"Where did you hear that? Did Inverse or her companions tell you?"
Kurthish shrugged. "Actually, it was something we've known all
along. Besides, the resemblance between you and Amelia is uncanny."
Ignoring Kharlosa's snickering, he added: "Did she have a twin
brother she didn't know about?"
A voice that crushed the limits of anger kept him from speaking any
further. "You will NOT bring up that stupid comparison again! Do
you understand?!" Phibrizzo screamed, his fists glowing.
"See?" Kharlosa said, chuckling. "Our point exactly. You may think
you know everything about us since you made us, but you're wrong!"
Kurthish nodded. "Exactly. For instance, you remember that Sylphiel
lady? Not only did the master of the Flare Carrot nearly throttle
you, but she said to Lina that..." he leaned towards Phibrizzo's ear
and whispered the rest of the statement.
A black flaming aura was in place around Phibrizzo by now; Kurthish
suspected that it was hiding his blushing. Glaring daggers at his
minions, the demented monster warned: "If you're not telling the
truth, you're ancient history. How do you know all this?"
Kharlosa was busy laughing, so Kurthish answered for him. "Anime."
The aura disintegrated, and Kurthish was met with a confused look.
"Anime? What are you talking about?"
Kurthish sat on the edge of the bed, motioning for Phibrizzo to sit
next to him. Kharlosa recovered from his laughter and did the same,
clapping one hand on his boss's shoulder. "Boss, you've got a lot to
learn about what we do remember. Stuff like anime, tacos, people who
sound like Lina, humanoid typhoons, Super Saiyens..."
Sniffing the air, Kharlosa abruptly jerked himself away from
Phibrizzo. Holding his nose, he added: "...and deodorant soaps.
When was the last time you had a bath?"
In the span of a half-second, Kharlosa had grabbed Phibrizzo's arm
and chucked him out the open window. He had been aiming for the hot
springs behind the inn, and his aim was spot-on perfect. The splash
and the angry shouting was proof of that.
Kurthish sighed. "Okay, looks like we've got a LOT to explain to
him."
"Oh, shut up. I'm enjoying every second of this, amigo."
-----------------------------
That takes care of that. Now do you get how I came up with the
title?
Who knows what's going to happen next? I lost my rough draft of
chapters. Guess I'll try to figure something out. Toodles!
Part Five out of K
A "Slayers" production by Curtis R. Wildcat
Takes place shortly after the short fic "Earth to Phibrizzo, Come
In". This chapter expands on the two characters created at the end
of that story. And before you inquire about the chapter title, you'd
better read the chapter first.
All flames disintegrate on contact with my e-mail account.
----------------
Zelgadis groaned as he stared at yet another Lina-vs.-Gourry feeding
frenzy. As usual, the two of them had ordered enough food to nearly
collapse the table and were now fighting over some spiral-cut ham.
Playing it safe, Amelia had taken her share of the meal and was
eating somewhere else in the room.
He turned his thoughts to what had happened two days ago: shortly
after they had fought against a certain fruitcake monster, Xellos
reappeared and ran past them. A few seconds later, Phibrizzo was
seen pursuing him towards the horizon while screaming at the top of
whatever passed for his lungs.
Not only was the psychopathic mazoku yelling something about a joker
and a knight, but he had ignored the gang completely. Something had
to give.
Shortly after the incident, the gang had recovered and continued
their journey. This morning, they had arrived in Figaro City fully
recovered from the pranks that Xellos had been pulling. Plans had
been to leave the next day once their supplies were replenished.
In the distance, someone had started singing. Sipping some coffee,
Zelgadis turned his head towards the tavern entrance. Amelia
followed suit a few seconds later. Lina and Gourry did the same,
their mouths full of ham. Everyone else in the tavern perked up as
they heard the song. There was a pause; and then, sounding as if the
source of the song had come closer, the singing resumed.
"Aoi sora no shita de...kaze wa mirai ni fuku...taiyou no hizashi
wo...dakishimeru you ni. Tada nagasareru dake...ashiato dake wo
nokoshite..."
There was a brief popping noise like that of a loud explosion, and a
half-inch hole was burned into the wall above everyone's head. More
holes formed in rapid succession, spelling out a word on the wall.
Well, two words actually.
Amelia stood up and moved closer, trying to read the words. "'Look
out'?" she asked, curious. "Look out for what?"
"Look out for THIS, senorita," a snide-sounding accented voice hissed
from outside the tavern. A series of mini-explosions later, the
table that Amelia had been sitting at was reduced to splinters and
wood chips.
Some of the tavern's occupants fled, anticipating a fight and not
want to be caught in the middle of it. Lina and the others stayed.
You probably could accuse them of being insane, but they had good
reasons for not leaving. Amelia wanted to know who could accomplish
that destructive feat without shouting the name of the attack first.
Zelgadis wasn't quite finished with his coffee. Gourry had a puzzled
look on his face, and Lina didn't like leaving a meal half-finished.
More of the booming noises ensued, and this time Lina and the others
had the good sense to duck their heads. The attacks weren't aimed at
them this time, but at the outside wall; and after what seemed like a
thousand of the little explosions (but was actually more like a
hundred), the front of the tavern collapsed. Once the smoke cleared
everyone got a good look at the cause of the racket.
"Who is it?" Lina asked Zelgadis. "A bounty hunter with
strength-enhancing talismans?"
"Worse," the part-golem muttered, shaking his head disgustedly. "A
Mazoku with a bad hair day."
Lina sighed. "Let's have a look. What's life thrown at us this
time?"
What life had thrown at them was what looked like a six-foot
cat---six-foot-seven if you counted his unruly hair. He was a
wearing a bright orange shirt-pants combo (with a strange blue
star-shaped insignia over where the shirt pocket should be), and had
brown fur and a tail that was twitching rapidly; the two canines
sticking out of his mouth punctuated his grin. His clawed right hand
was raised, with his thumb and index finger at a 90-degree angle.
Standing to his left was what looked like a human; the thing was,
Zelgadis had been part-mazoku long enough to know who was a monster
and who wasn't. This one was a bit shorter, had black pants, a white
shirt, a black loose-fitting robe with white trim, short brown hair,
steel-toed boots, and looked a bit...overweight.
"They actually look better than some of the other mazoku I've seen,"
Lina muttered. She cracked her knuckles. "Can't say that'll save
them, but I'll give 'em bonus points anyway."
Amelia stepped forward, her mind working overtime. "Who are you to
destroy this establishment? What do you want with us, you fiend?"
The cat mazoku smiled even wider, if that was possible. Lowering his
hand, he declared: "My name is Mays Willie Jordan Michael Barry Dave
McCartney Paul Schmidt Mike Mario Luigi Aran Samus Strife Cloud
Davidson Harley Zoid Freaka Arbuckle Jon Yankovic Al Geronimo Home
Run Derby Sosa Sammy Forrester Clayton Arsene Lupin the 3rd."
Slightly calmer, he added: "Don't hesitate to call."
Gourry blinked. "Um...that's quite a long name. Do you go by some
other name, or can I just call you Freaka?"
The other mazoku spoke up, his voice that of a teenage boy. "His
name's Kharlosa Khosmosa, and I'm Kurthish. Sorry about the earlier
confusion, but we're mazoku and we've been asked to destroy you. No
hard feelings."
"Like blazes, you will," Lina remarked, preparing herself; around
her, the others were getting ready to fight as well. "We ain't going
down without a fight. We aren't going down, period!"
The first mazoku, Kharlosa, aimed his finger at them. "Take this
then."
There was a small white flash from his finger, the source of the
explosions from earlier; and then SOMETHING blasted by Lina, singeing
her hair as it went by. The trajectory of a few more shots met with
Gourry's Sword of Light, but by then a virtual hail of the things
forced everyone to scatter and take cover behind the wreckage of the
wall.
Amelia popped up long enough to shoot off a Freeze Arrow, then ducked
down as a shot zipped past. "What kind of attack is that?"
Lina raised her hands above the wreckage long enough to fire an
Elmekia Lance, but quickly lowered them again as a blast nearly shot
off one of the talismans. "Don't ask me! I'm not an expert in that
field! If we survive this, maybe we should ask Xellos!"
"No, thank you," Zelgadis spat. "Under no conditions are we to ask
him anything!"
"It's a Mazoku Blaster," Kurthish calmly commented from Kharlosa's
side. "He can fire off ten per second, and he's got a virtually
unlimited supply."
Kharlosa did a quick double-take, still attacking. "You just had to
tell them." He returned his attention to his adversaries. "I've had
enough fooling around. I think I'll deprive them of that cover!"
He turned his gaze to the wreckage of the front wall...which
vibrated, cracked, and exploded. To anyone else, it would seem like
he had destroyed the wall just by glaring at it. Instead, he had
opened his mouth for a fraction of a second and assaulted it with a
sound wave too high for humans to hear. The end result: a destroyed
wall, and the distant baying of a dozen hounds.
The explosion pushed Lina and the others onto their backs, stunning
them momentarily. By the time they recovered, Kharlosa had his hand
raised towards Lina. "I hope you've enjoyed that last meal,
senorita, because---huh?"
What had gotten his attention was Kurthish, who brushed past him and
seated himself at one of the tables that hadn't gotten wasted. He
raised his hand and called a waitress, who had stayed against her
better judgement, over to him. "Um...what is it?" the waitress
stuttered, not wanting to be vaporized. "Please don't hurt me."
"Two ham sandwiches, a glass of orange juice, and a box of one of the
local desserts, please," Kurthish stated politely, dropping some
silver pieces into her hand. "And an apple."
Everyone else, including Kharlosa, facefaulted. The aforementioned
mazoku, though, was the first to recover. "What in the world's going
on?! We've got a job to do, you loco bozo! Get back here---eeep!"
Kurthish had raised his head and glared at Kharlosa; for a brief
instant, lightning was literally crackling in the monster's eyes.
"It's lunchtime, and I'm a mazoku. You got a problem with that?
Destroying them can wait."
Sweatdrops all around. In the meantime Kurthish waved the waitress
away, walked over to Lina, and pulled her up. "Care to sit down and
declare a truce? We can resume vaporizing each other later."
Uneasily, the others got up and joined them. Kharlosa followed them
in, his expression that of utter disgust. "The comandante isn't
going to like this, Kurthish."
"Then the boss can stuff a brass racquet in his mouth," Kurthish
suddenly snapped. "I'm hungry, and that's final."
"I don't mean any offense, but don't mazoku eat the emotions of angry
people?" Gourry asked as he sat down at the table. "Something like
that..."
"Normally it's to that effect," Kurthish said, nodding. "But mazoku
or not, I'll take a sandwich any day of the week. Even us evil ones
have our quirks, and my appetite's one of them." He turned his head
to Lina. "So, I hear that our boss Phibrizzo nearly got his
posterior kicked by a shrine maiden who invented the Flare Carrot.
Tell me more."
Before Lina could say anything, Zelgadis beat him to it. "What?!
Your boss is Phibrizzo?! That would mean---"
"Don't get the wrong impression, Rocky," Kharlosa interrupted. "If
he made more of us, he'd risk draining his own energy. Thankfully,
that means you just have to worry about us."
"Yeah, but about that shrine maiden," Kurthish said, bringing the
subject back on track. "If it weren't for that giant crystal behind
him, he would've been burnt toast."
Lina raised a hand slightly. "Hold up. Did he tell you all this, or
were you there watching the fight?"
Kurthish shook his head. "Nah; we appeared nearly two days ago.
Let's just say we have memories that aren't really our own."
Kharlosa glared at his counterpart, but the chubby mazoku was on a
roll. "Take that Mazoku Blaster of Kharlosa's. He was actually
imitating an ace fighter; but how could he have seen that ace if he'd
come about just two days ago?"
"Who is this ace fighter?" Amelia asked him. "Is it anyone we know?"
"Not likely," Kharlosa growled, scowling at Kurthish. "Not unless
you've seen a tall blonde-haired man with a red coat, a deadly aim,
and a fondness for doughnuts."
"I've heard of doughnuts before, but I can't exactly remember
where..." Gourry stated, looking thoughtful.
At that moment the waitress came back with the meal, plus a small
box. Kurthish opened the box, took something out, and said: "Figaro
City's local speciality: the chocolate doughnut. Here. Try some."
Gourry snapped his fingers. "THAT'S where I heard of it!"
---------------------------------------------------
Kharlosa had tried to stop Kurthish, but by then it was too late.
Two hours went by before the mission to destroy the gang resurfaced
in their minds; but by then Lina and the others had decided to bugger
out.
"I don't believe this!" Kharlosa was ranting as they walked down the
street later. "First you have the nerve to get a meal when we're
supposed to be fighting, then you order some extra food for Lina,
then you start regaling them with tales of Vash the Stampede! By the
time we were finished, the princesa was taking notes while the
chimera was asking me what 'senor' meant! I've never been so
embarrassed!"
"You've only been alive two days, Kharlosa," Kurthish said calmly.
"You shouldn't have sung that song before you attacked, anyway. If
you want embarrassed, you should see what Phibrizzo's face is going
to look like later when we get through with him."
-----------------------------------
Speaking of Phibrizzo, he had long since worked out his anger against
Xellos and was dozing off at the local inn. His nap was interrupted
when his two minions entered the room, looking like the jerks that
he'd thought of them as. "Well?" he inquired testily. "Did you find
Lina Inverse?"
"Yes," Kurthish said.
Time stood still. "And..."
"And what?" Kurthish asked.
"Did you do what I asked you to do?" Phibrizzo asked impatiently.
"No," Kharlosa blurted out.
However unlikely it seemed, several veins started throbbing. "And
why didn't you?"
Kharlosa chuckled. "How can we respect a high-level mazoku who
screams like a girl when he doesn't get his way?"
Almost immediately, Phibrizzo was off the bed and in Kharlosa's face.
"Where did you hear that? Did Inverse or her companions tell you?"
Kurthish shrugged. "Actually, it was something we've known all
along. Besides, the resemblance between you and Amelia is uncanny."
Ignoring Kharlosa's snickering, he added: "Did she have a twin
brother she didn't know about?"
A voice that crushed the limits of anger kept him from speaking any
further. "You will NOT bring up that stupid comparison again! Do
you understand?!" Phibrizzo screamed, his fists glowing.
"See?" Kharlosa said, chuckling. "Our point exactly. You may think
you know everything about us since you made us, but you're wrong!"
Kurthish nodded. "Exactly. For instance, you remember that Sylphiel
lady? Not only did the master of the Flare Carrot nearly throttle
you, but she said to Lina that..." he leaned towards Phibrizzo's ear
and whispered the rest of the statement.
A black flaming aura was in place around Phibrizzo by now; Kurthish
suspected that it was hiding his blushing. Glaring daggers at his
minions, the demented monster warned: "If you're not telling the
truth, you're ancient history. How do you know all this?"
Kharlosa was busy laughing, so Kurthish answered for him. "Anime."
The aura disintegrated, and Kurthish was met with a confused look.
"Anime? What are you talking about?"
Kurthish sat on the edge of the bed, motioning for Phibrizzo to sit
next to him. Kharlosa recovered from his laughter and did the same,
clapping one hand on his boss's shoulder. "Boss, you've got a lot to
learn about what we do remember. Stuff like anime, tacos, people who
sound like Lina, humanoid typhoons, Super Saiyens..."
Sniffing the air, Kharlosa abruptly jerked himself away from
Phibrizzo. Holding his nose, he added: "...and deodorant soaps.
When was the last time you had a bath?"
In the span of a half-second, Kharlosa had grabbed Phibrizzo's arm
and chucked him out the open window. He had been aiming for the hot
springs behind the inn, and his aim was spot-on perfect. The splash
and the angry shouting was proof of that.
Kurthish sighed. "Okay, looks like we've got a LOT to explain to
him."
"Oh, shut up. I'm enjoying every second of this, amigo."
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That takes care of that. Now do you get how I came up with the
title?
Who knows what's going to happen next? I lost my rough draft of
chapters. Guess I'll try to figure something out. Toodles!
