Disclaimer: I think you all know by now what I own and what I don't own. Okay well…I don't own the book, Crime and Punishment (That's a good book, by the way), Citan Uzuki from the original Xenogears (And THAT'S a great game too), One-Winged Angel (Sephy's theme from FF VII), um…the idea of Emergy and his 'hero' from s.CRY.ed as well as his theme song (A great anime too), uh…the striking a pose and Vogue…that's a Madonna song…Skyy Vodka, Wild Turkey (Am I just getting carried away now?), the song Pretty Woman, the obvious 'Big 'S,' the Devil' quote from Shadow of Destiny (Another fun game), Jell-o, Phoenix Downs from the Final Fantasy series, Vash the Stampede (who is in here through a brief mentioning), the DBZ Fusion-ha pose, the idea of the happy face with 'Have a nice day,' Alice's theme from Shadow Hearts, Aeris' Theme, but I DO own the Trio Testosterone. Bwahaha!

A/N: To Erif with love from the author:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That was a GOOD one :Wipes a tear away from too much laughter: But seriously. If you really hated the story THAT much, why did you bother reading the whole thing? Ah, I see, you got addicted too, but won't admit it. That's okay. I won't tell. At least you thought it was funny. That's all that matters. Oh, and I'm not sure if you saw the genre, but it said humor and nothing else. Not romance, not general, just humor. So at least I did something right. Wait…you're not sore because I killed off a favorite character of yours, right? If I did, I must say that I truly do apologize. (By the way, ellipses have three periods in them, and 'no one' is two words, and chaos' name under ANY circumstance is lowercase) However I really have to admit that I liked Drakengard, especially when the Red Dragon was impaled on the top of the Empire State Building. Well, maybe not that part, but Caim is my idol, ya know? He's a prince, dark, mysterious, sexy, and above all else, I heart his big sword. Oh, and here's a cough drop too. It might take care of that cough of yours. Sorry I didn't leave your review up, but I didn't really want to add your review to my collection of reviews. It's not worthy with all of your spelling errors. Go back to school and learn how to spell. However, I DO dedicate this chapter to you, with lots of love from me. Hey, and did you know that your name spelled backwards is 'fire'? Cliché!

All right, enough with the personal interviews to my adoring reviewers, I'm just here to let you know that this will be the last chapter to this story, and I have ACTUALLY beaten Xenosaga II (within a week. Impressed, ne?). It was a nice game. But now I have to wait for Episode III (like the rest of us. That's no fun). I DO have some more ideas for a sequel, but that's if you guys want to see more. I know Erif/Fire does so I'll keep her/him/it in mind. But what about the rest of you?

By the way, I drew a fanart for this chapter! Go to my profile to find the link to it! (I apologize ahead of time for the horrible art skills ')

And on a side note to TheShoelessOne!

Thank you so much for the support and the wonderful piece of fanart! That's right guys. Fanart! The link to it is located on my profile so be sure to go and look at it! I'll be looking forward to your own updates.

And, of course, a big thank you to all of my reviewers!

There's No Such Thing As Luck

The Trio Testosterone Band

Chapter Seven

"Wait, Shion!" Hammer halted and pointed to the shadow lurking around the corner. "It's a Gnosis!"

"Don't be stupid, Hammer!" Tony marched past everyone. "You're obviously seeing things!"

"But what if Hammer is right?" Shion asked.

"Hammer? Right? Oh come on! He's never been right before, why would he be right now? Besides, we've been locked in that 'dungeon' of Allen's for the past six hours! We're not going to let some odd shaped shadow make us turn with our tails between our knees, are we?"

"Shion?" Everyone looked up to a raven haired man with a sword.

"Jin?" Shion blinked. "Brother? What are you doing here?"

"…I got bored." Jin muttered. "Nanny threw all of my books into the lake."

Jin had a nanny?

Flashback of Duume

Jin Uzuki was busy reading Crime and Punishment at the time. It was a lovely Tuesday afternoon, complete with rays of artificial sunshine, artificial flowers, artificial grass, and heck, even the wooden house was artificial. On the world of Second Miltia, everything was artificial. But that didn't stop Jin from enjoying himself.

That was of course, before Nanny came.

"Ho, there boy! What'cha think you're all doing there?"

Jumping abruptly, Jin inattentively tossed his book into the air and gawked wide-eyed at his intruder.

"M-May I help you, ma'am?" he asked in his most sincere voice.

"Fool! I received word from Master Helmer himself that you were in heaps of trouble!" It was then that Jin caught sight of the woman in full regalia. She was a beastly woman, overweight, but strangely enough, the definition of muscle was evident on her arms. She looked as though she could tear his tiny home into two. And then some.

Hanging out of her chapped lips was a loooooong cigar (Yes. Cigar.) smoking at the end. It wasn't long before Jin's perfect home was enveloped in second-hand smoke. Her gray, mattered hair stuck out on all sides from her sloppy bun and her nose hooked like the beak of a giant bird, curly nose hairs unattractively displaying themselves before him.

"Helmer?" Jin questioned, holding a hand over his nose. "I haven't spoken to him in ages. Why on earth would he think I was in trouble?"

Unexpectedly, the fat woman withdrew a whip from her belt and slapped it across Jin's wrist, causing a burst of yells to emerge from him.

"You sassy talk me! I'll punish you!"

"I don't even know you!"

"I'm Nanny! I'm your new housekeeper!"

"I order you to leave immediately!"

Again the whip came.

"OW!"

"Next time, I'll haul you across my knee and give you a well deserved spanking!"

If there was a more appropriate time for an emoticon moment for Jin, now was that time.

"Now about these here books of the devil…"

"They're history books, thank you very much!"

Nanny yanked one from the shelf and pelted Jin with it. Unable to dodge swiftly enough, Jin was knocked to the ground, a mound of flesh swelling above his right eye.

"Who needs no stinking family tree about some hoser named Citan Uzuki who is born way into the future or something?" Nanny snorted.

"HEY!"

"Them there books only have one place to go and that's to the lake!"

Jin looked up with a start. "HUH?"

Nanny waddled outside and summoned a tow truck that appeared to come out from seemingly nowhere.

"Fool! Get yo' behind over here and pick up these here tools of the Devil!"

"W-what? W-wait!" And Jin darted outside.

End Flashback Of Duume

Trying so hard to restrain herself, but finding it impossible, Shion fell to the ground, clutching her sides, as she laughed like a hyena.

"…It's not that funny…" Jin pouted, his shoulders slumping over.

"Yes it is!" Shion guffawed, rolling over onto her stomach. "It's very, very, funny! Now you can't be lazy anymore! You can't read anymore! HA!"

His eyes narrowing, Jin rose his sword high above his head. Sister or no sister, his books were like his little offspring of Jins, running all over the place to keep him company.

"Jin! NO!" Tony and Hammer shrieked, jumping in front of the angry swordsman, seizing his arms.

"You have to help us!" Tony argued before Jin could do something illegal. "The Gnosis are attacking and Allen is acting like an idiot! You've got to do something!"

"An idiot?" Jin lowered his sword. "Allen?"

"Yes!" Hammer nodded his head frantically up and down. "We require your mighty assistance! You must come up top to the Elsa and help us!"

Jin pondered for a moment, and then looked down at Shion, who was still laughing hysterically. Frowning, he plucked his wooden sandal from his foot and chucked it at Shion's head.

"AHAHAHA-OUCH!"

"Now I'll help you."

…Jin's got genes. Jin's got genes. (Huzzah)

"This is horrible!" Gaignun wailed as he stared at all the dead bodies in the hallway. "These people…They all worked for me!" Bottom lip trembling, Gaignun turned to the melancholy Assistant Scott, the Professor, and his beloved Bertha.

"It sounds like there are noises coming up from the Bridge…" the Professor pointed out.

"Ah! That must be Mary and Shelley, here to save my day!" Gaignun exclaimed and wandered onto the lift that took him to the bridge. "Ohhhhh MAR…Um…"

Everyone watched as Gaignun immediately came back down on the lift and shuffled back out to the others, his face as white as a sheet.

"Blood. Lots of blood." And then Master Gaignun Kukai fainted.

"PANSY!" The Professor kicked the unconscious form of Gaignun and stomped onto the lift.

"Professor!" Bertha hollered. "Don't be a hero!"

"I HOPE YOU DIE!" Assistant Scott screamed at the Professor as the lift went up to the Bridge and he flipped him the 'no-no' finger.

"That stupid Assistant Scott," the Professor muttered. "He's so worthless!"

But the Professor was greeted by insanely evil background music, blood dripping from the ceiling, floating heads with no bottom jaws, and zombie arms protruding through the walls. Looking ahead, the Professor was horrified by the sight before him.

Spinning on the top of a cyclone of blood was a throne lined by skeleton bones and skulls and an evil figure sat upon it, wearing a cape of crimson with a hood over his head and a skull crown on top. His face was concealed…for reasons.

'Estuans interius

ira vehementi

Estuans interius

ira vehementi

Sephiroth

Sephiroth'

"…" The Professor blinked behind his ridiculously large spectacles.

"WELCOME TO MY GODLY LAIR!" chaos bellowed, standing up from his throne and stepping across the surface of his cyclone of oozing dark red blood. "I AM YOUR NEW LEADER!"

"…" The Professor turned to leave.

"HEY! YOU CAN'T LEAVE!" chaos Troll Danced before the Professor as zombie hands reached out from the door, blocking the Professor's path.

'Estuans interius

ira vehementi

Estuans interius

ira vehementi

Sephiroth

Sephiroth'

"BWAHAHAHA! What shall a weakling like you do now?"

Nervous, the Professor turned around…

…and then smiled.

"My ultimate hero! The Erde Kaiser! Appear before me!"

Some old time theme like…Power Rangers or something…began to play proudly and strongly in the background as a mech materialized in the middle of the room, bare at first, and then swirling colors enveloped it as assorted parts assembled itself to make the ultimate hero! The Erde Kaiser!

chaos observed the near twenty-foot mech standing before him, swinging swords and scythes and dancing and stuff, before finally striking a pose.

Vogue.

A sneer curled at chaos' lips until it broke wide and exposed pearly white teeth.

"You dare insult me with a toy?"

At such an uncalled for remark, the Professor's shoulders slumped.

"Well I thought it was a cool hero." Then he jumped back to his normal posture. "Nonsense! What do you know? This is the Erde Kaiser! My ultimate hero!" Clasping his hands together, the Professor stared up at his 'hero.' "Go my super hero! Save me from this predicament! I beg you!"

"Fighting inside of a Bridge?" chaos shook his head. "Completely unsafe. Haven't you even considered what may happen if that tin can smashes a window?"

"My hero will save me!"

More swirling colors and dancing from the Erde Kaiser.

"I sneer at your can opener." And then chaos leapt high from his throne on his blood cyclone and pounced on the Erde Kaiser. "NINJA EVIL TOUCH!"

"Erde Kaiser! Impeccable Slashing Damage!" The Professor was excited now, jumping up and down with his fists balled together. The Erde Kaiser instantly began to demonstrate its excellent sword swishing abilities in efforts to please its master. But chaos was like a gecko, unable to be shaken from his mighty grip as the platinum impassive destroyer of all crawled along the Erde Kaiser's back like a spider, hissing and baring fangs.

The invincible hero, randomly swinging its sword, was only successful in destroying what flotsam had been left within the room of acidic blood.

"That's right, my invincible hero! Swing at everything! You'll get him off eventually! Go, my Erde Kaiser!"

"FIEL MAH WRATH!" chaos lunged on top of the Erde Kaiser's head and STABBED HIS DAGGER-LIKE-NAILS into the sides of the mech's temples, performing the NINJA EVIL TOUCH!

Continuing to swing in ultimate pain, the Erde Kaiser tumbled forward, thundering to the ground like a fallen tree, and all of its invincibleness melted away into nothing.

The Professor, watching his invincible hero liquefy away into failure, crossed his arms and muttered, "It must've been a malfunction."

"Ahahahaha!" chaos stood victorious above the remains of the 'invincible hero,' his arms outstretched. "What shall save you now?"

The Professor frowned and stepped back. Without the power of friendship, he could never be able to summon…

Ah who was he kidding? He didn't need the power of Assistant Scott! It was just a friggin' malfunction! He'd fix it when he got back to the lab.

chaos stalked towards him now, grinning with that skull crown on his head. How the Professor despised that skull crown. He had always wanted a skull crown and to rule the world ever since he was a little kid!

"I will digest you!" chaos' voice rang out. "Then I will bathe in your blood! And with your body, I will hook it up to a hose and use more of your blood to water my garden! AND THEN! With the remainder of your blood, I will put it into ice trays, freeze it, and make Popsicles!"

The Professor was suddenly growing uncomfortable as chaos invaded his personal space of three feet.

Digestion didn't sound like much fun.

"What do you hear?" Gaignun asked Bertha who had been listening to the clamor on the Bridge.

"I think…I think…The Professor is in trouble!" Bertha wailed and turned to Master Gaignun. "We must do something!"

At this time, the reader should know that while the Gnosis are attacking, Assistant Scott is enjoying himself at the Iron Man.

Slumped over the counter with no one to serve him (hence, the bartender was killed by the Gnosis and everyone else who is remotely important to the Iron Man, has evacuated) was Assistant Scott. Stuck to his side devotedly was the TALK TO ME pink bug that he had somehow managed to highjack while shuffling miserably to the bar.

Assistant Scott, downing his twenty-two and a half shot glass of Wild Turkey, whiskey, and exclusive Skyy Vodka, turned to his solitary company of…a plastic pink bug…thing.

"Bottoms up," he slurred, stealing the shot glass from the pink bug that he had set in front of the plastic toy earlier and quickly slurping it.

"Dear Lord, how embarrassing. Even for a human."

"Huh?" Assistant Scott turned to look in all directions, the sounds of blood curdling screams and Gnosis trouncing oblivious to him as he sought out the voice that had dared to mock him in his time of misery. "Who was that?"

"It was me, you idiot."

"What? Who's there?" Tripping on the back of the stool, Assistant Scott toppled to the ground, giving the pink TALK TO ME bug a decent butt shot.

"Oh, won't that be a keeper." Isn't it obvious by now that it's the pink bug talking to us? "Here, say 'cheese.'"

"Cheese?" Assistant Scott slurred, his voice becoming absorbed into the wooden floor. "Where?"

After a quick flash, a revealing shot of the 'moon' was developed, with two long legs.

"It's the 'Big S,' the Devil, isn't it?" the drunkard cried. "Stealing souls and stuff!" Staggering to his feet, Assistant Scott began to swat at everything. "Well, you won't get mine!"

"Tom, please help me. Humans are weird. They're unkind, they refuse to feed me, and this one is just plain ugly." Shivering, the pink TALK TO ME bug tried to appear invisible.

…That is until Assistant Scott, in a drunken stupor, toppled to the ground again, taking the poor bug with him.

"Help!" cried the bug.

"We must do something!" Bertha gruffly grabbed Gaignun's shoulders, and began to violently shake him. "He's my lover after all!"

"Hey…where did that nerdy assistant run off to?" Gaignun questioned, attempting to change the subject.

…It didn't work.

"Aha, Allen! We've got you now!" Hammer jumped forward, swinging his hands through the air as though he were swatting flies.

Miyuki and KOS-MOS, still massaging Allen's feet, simply stared at the 'heroes'. Brutus and Clyde remained by Allen's side, while Allen just smiled.

"That's right Allen," Shion huffed, arching forward. "My brother's here and together, we will stop you!"

Jin, appearing from outside the shadows, stood, holding his katana, looking at Allen with contempt.

It was then that Allen sat up straight and motioned for his slaves to cease massaging his nasty feet. Stepping down from off his throne, Allen gave a grave look, and spoke solemnly.

"J-Jin? Shion's…brother?"

"That's right," Jin answered smugly and gestured to behind Allen. "Nice stage you got there and…" then, pointing to a half naked Jr. "…stripper. Did you get that all yourself?"

"…I…I did."

"Good."

"All right, Jin," Shion grinned. "Show him your true strength." Wait…isn't Shion being too nice to her brother? Yeah. She must be using him.

"J-Jin!" Allen's bottom lip quivered. "Why must you and I fight? We've known each other for such a long time!"

Suddenly, Shion tensed. The Captain, Tony, and Hammer all saw this.

"You…You've known…Allen?" the Vector woman dared to ask.

"Ch. Of course!" Jin said as a matter-of-factly. "He and I used to be karaoke club participants! Still, I must say that you always had me beat, Allen."

Unexpectedly, Allen smiled. "No, no, Jin. You're so modest. It was you who taught me everything I know now." Then, a brilliant idea struck him, "Say! Why don't you and I do a number like way back when! Whaddya say?"

"What…?" Shion and the Elsa Crew dared to breathe.

"Well…if you insist." And with intense speed, Jin ripped off his robes and tossed them over his shoulder. Now standing in extra tan baggy jeans tightened with a belt around his lower midsection (revealing pink boxers with money signs all over them), wooden sandals, lots o' bling-bling, a checkered purple shirt underneath a red thin jacket, large purple sunglasses, a red cap tipped to the side, and a hand decorated in rings, Jin waddled to the front, and stood in front of Allen. Slapping his hand across his chest, he said, "Man, you ain't changed no bit. You still the same cool guy I sang Pretty Woman with back in our karaoke days!"

"Now that's what I'M talking about!" Allen laughed, giving his friend a high-five.

"Oh no, this can't be happening," Shion muttered, curling up in fetal position and rocking back and forth.

"Brutus! Clyde!" Jin commanded to Allen's bodyguards.

"Yes Master Jin?" they responded in echo.

"Take my sister and her homies and make them real comfortable."

"Homies?" Captain Matthews frowned, irritated. "I ain't no 'HOMIE.'"

"With pleasure," Clyde snickered, cracking his knuckles.

From on the table, Jr. nearly began to cry and looked for something to slit his wrists with…like a paper towel or something. KOS-MOS said nothing as Miyuki pulled the hair from her head.

So much for Shion's 'rescue' attempt.

"Come on, MOMO," Ziggy gently pushed her along. "We'll consult Captain Matthews about this."

Just as the two entered on board the Elsa, they were nearly taken down by the blasting of music and the abrupt shaking of the ship, like an earthquake.

"What the heck?" Ziggy muttered, grabbing MOMO's hand and holding his other against the wall to steady himself. "It sounds like a party! Don't they know what's going on?" Slowly edging to the first cabin, Ziggy opened it, only to find two grown men flopping around like idiots on a stage, Jr. in the background dancing, and KOS-MOS, Miyuki, Shion, and the Elsa Crew gathered around the table being forced to watch the performance by two large bodyguards.

"Ziggy," MOMO shifted uneasily.

Upon the stage, Jin and Allen were having a grand old time.

"Put da butter in da fry-yan pan

Watch da butter sizzle all ov-ah

Slip in da sausage and stir it all around

Beddah do it fast else you'll be wearing a frown…"

"Dear Nephilim, Allen," Ziggy shook his head. "Those have to be some of the worst lyrics I've ever heard."

The music cut to an abrupt stop and all attention turned to the Cyborg and the Realian.

"…" Ziggy said nothing as he gazed at a half naked Jr. behind the duo, and Shion and the others gathered around the table.

"Cyborg!" Allen shouted, jumping down from the stage and walking past his throne. "How dare you intrude on our good time!"

"Allen, have you bothered to take notice of the premises outside these enclosed walls? In case you haven't, allow me to inform you: the Elsa, Durandal, and Kukai Foundation are being overrun by Gnosis."

"Man, that ain't nothing to be worried about." Allen responded.

Ziggy instantly felt the urge to string Allen up by his kidneys. After being taken hostage by the Professor, being forced to a wedding that only resulted in disaster, and having to listen to a detailed description made by the Professor about his nude drawings of Bertha on the ship, while Ziggy used one hand to protect MOMO's virgin ears and held the other on the controls to drive, undoubtedly the Cyborg had begun to feel less benign.

"Allen, you'll have plenty of time to rap later," Ziggy said through gritted teeth. "Much later."

Then a grin cracked at Allen's face, "Say! Why don't you two help me out here?"

"No." And that was Ziggy's final answer.

Frowning, Allen snapped his fingers and Brutus and Clyde stalked over to their master's side. Preparing himself to fight, Ziggy assumed his offensive stance, but was overtaken by surprise when both burly bodyguards reached for the 100-Series Realian behind him and held MOMO at their sides.

"Stop it!" she shrieked, struggling. "Let me go!"

Ziggy lurched forward, arm outstretched, but Allen stood in the way.

"'No,' is never the correct answer, Cyborg."

Ziggy turned to Shion, who was frantically mouthing something that looked like 'wear a dress.' Wait…wear a dress? No, no, it was 'do as he says.' Frowning, he looked up at Jr., who had the same affirmation held in his eyes. Why? Just…why? How could the whole team be overthrown by a loser like Allen? Especially KOS-MOS! Wasn't her specialty in terminating monsters? Well…maybe calling Allen a 'monster' was too much, but in Ziggy's ire state, nothing mattered. And now he had MOMO!

"…What are your demands, Allen?" the Cyborg questioned, tired from all these pointless games.

"Aha! I knew you'd see it my way!" Pivoting on his back heel, Allen snapped his fingers again and Clyde quickly tugged on a thick robe on the left side of the room. A large cage was lowered by a strong chain and hung suspended in the air next to Allen's throne. "Toss her into the cage, just to make sure he doesn't change his mind."

Ziggy became alert as MOMO was thrown into the metal cage and the door was locked behind her.

"Allen!" Ziggy jerked his head to him. "There won't be an agreement if she is hurt, do you understand that?"

"Of course, of course," Allen replied as he rotated his wrist in a circular manner twice. "But I just had to make sure that you kept your end of the bargain." The rope was again pulled on and the cage was elevated higher, out of Ziggy's reach.

MOMO sniffled as she curled up on the floor of the cage and watched everyone below.

Growling, Ziggy again asked Allen for his pointless demands.

"It's simple, really," Allen said. "You're going to join us in mine and Jin's band." The 'rapper' extended a hand to his older partner and Shion groaned.

Diverting his gaze between the two, Ziggy finally said, "I can't dance. And I can't sing."

"Can't is such a rude word!" Allen said loudly as he walked past Ziggy and to a closet located nearest to the bunk beds on the side of the room. "We're going to be the Trio Testosterone. We can't have you looking like such a commoner, now can we?"

Ziggy nearly gagged and that was a feat. "…W-What?" His face immediately turned to Jr. "But I thought that he was in your band!"

Allen halted, looked to Jr., and sneered. "Him? I'm sorry, Cyborg, but no one wants to see him in the Trio Testosterone." At the sudden snapping of Allen's fingers, the enthusiastic crowd began to pelt Little Master with chairs, furniture, and whatever else they were going to use against Miyuki earlier.

"See?" Allen smiled. And I mean smiled.

"Allen, I pray to God that you honestly don't intend to call yourselves the 'Trio Testosterone.' It sounds so…vulgar."

"That's because your mind is in the gutter, Cyborg!" Allen resumed rummaging through the closet. "Ah! I have the most perfect thing for you!" And Allen held up something gaudy.

"…Curse that Life Preservation Act…" Ziggy muttered, slapping himself in the forehead.

"I said GET UP!" Gaignun leaned forward and pulled an intoxicated Assistant Scott to his feet, just to have him topple over again. "It's your duty to save him!"

"Nooooow…whoooo was it yoooou wanted foooor…me…toooooo…" Assistant Scott's head fell forward, slurring his words. "…save againnn?"

"Stop your incoherentness!" Gaignun snapped, making up his own words. "Even if that isn't a word, I'm the Director and the Dictator of this Foundation and I say get!" Booting the sloth from his place next to the counter, Gaignun immediately tilted his head, staring at the abducted pink TALK TO ME bug. Then, pointing an accusing finger, "Was it you who stole this?"

"Maaaybe. Can't remember."

Gaignun frowned and turned to Bertha, his eyes pleading. "Can't you do something?"

Pausing, Bertha reached into her pocket and withdrew a bag full of sand. Dumping it out onto the ground, she began to build a sand castle. "Like this?"

"…"

The randomness of these people.

So the pink TALK TO ME BUG took a picture to recapture the moment. Yay.

Gaignun just gruffly grabbed Assistant Scott by the neck and dragged him from the bar.

"Allen…I look ridiculous." Ziggy stepped into the light for show, revealing a red beret, dark sunglasses, several gold chains around his neck and a white tank top over his usual navy uniform that had a big yellow happy face on it. Underneath it, in the same colored big bold letters, read 'Have A Nice Day.' Since nothing much could be added to the style of cybernetic engineering, Allen had just wrapped a big yellow towel around one of Ziggy's metal legs.

"Ridiculous?" Allen was offended. "ExCUSE me? I just made you the new you! I have wonderful taste in clothes!"

Ziggy frowned, ready to throw all of these absurd garments to the floor. But then he looked to MOMO, still locked in the cage, who was pleading with him to just play along. Sighing, Ziggy said nothing…for the Realian's sake.

"Now then!" Allen shoved some paper in front of Ziggy. "These are our lyrics to our newest and latest song…"

"Does it have to do with frying pans?" Ziggy interrupted, referring back to their earlier song.

"NO."

Jin, who had been silent the whole time, gestured to Jr. "He's gonna be our backup dancer, just in case one of us falls and breaks something important."

"In that case, wouldn't you change the name to the Quadruple Testosterone?" Ziggy suggested, not much liking the name altogether.

"NO!" Allen screamed. "That just takes out the appealing quality of it! The name stays the same and Jr. is just a stunt! Got it?"

Sighing again, Ziggy unhappily followed Allen and Jin onto the stage.

"All right!" Allen clapped for himself. "We're just going to do a little practicing here before going on the air!"

The entire room (except for the obvious Shion and her very unhappy 'homies') burst out into cheers. Not a single 'boo' was articulated in the audience. Stupid Allen.

"Now Cyborg," Allen pointed to the paper in Ziggy's hands. "You just read all the lyrics from off that there paper and dance a little too, will ya? Okay! Let's rock!"

"Someone kill me…" Ziggy mumbled, burying his face in the paper.

"This first song I dedicate to Captain Matthews, who saved the Chief and I way back when!" The spotlight moved to the back of the room and shone on an unhappy Captain, whose face was buried in his hands on the table. "I love you Captain Matthews in a completely hateful way!"

"Huh?" the Captain halfway looked up.

"Captain Matthews lives in a trashcan with bugs and dirty underwear

Captain Matthews is a homeless guy with a moustache and a beard

Captain Matthews reeks of undying odor and is always in debt…"

Suddenly, Allen cut the music and whirled around to Ziggy.

"Cyborg! Your voice is flat and you're not even dancing! Moving your feet from side to side is a horrible dance! You're making us sound bad!"

"I told you already, Allen, I can't dance or sing." the blue eyes of the Cyborg narrowed. "This was your idea."

"Well…Couldn't you at least try to sound enthusiastic about this? We still have the 100-Series, you know…" Snapping his fingers, Brutus and Clyde began to beat sticks against the cage, frightening MOMO even more.

"All right!" Ziggy quickly agreed. "All right already! Just tell them to stop!"

Captain Matthews wanted to cry. Allen was making fun of him. And he couldn't do anything about it. It just wasn't fair.

"So, have you learned your lesson?" Gaignun tapped his foot impatiently against the tile of the floor, standing in front of the lift that would take him and his motley crew to the Bridge.

"You know…the toilet scrubber therapy was really uncalled for. Things like that aren't supposed to go down your throat." Assistant Scott fingered the white cast taped around his neck. "You could've killed me you know."

"Enough complaining!" Gaignun grabbed Assistant Scott and threw him onto the lift and pressed the 'up' button. "You go and reclaim my Foundation or I'll give you more than a toilet scrubber therapy."

Disturbing thoughts were triggered in Assistant Scott's mind and he quickly curled into the corner of the lift. He was swiftly hauled up to the Bridge, poking his two index fingers together, and then flung to the ground when the lift halted immediately and quickly departed back to the floor below. Ah, behold the lift of cowardice.

"Stupid lift!" Assistant Scott screamed, punching a fist into the air, staring after the elevator that had abandoned him. Sighing, he turned…

…and nearly died from a random heart attack.

His mentor…master…and beloved Professor…was sprawled out on the floor, face down, floating heads dancing above his lifeless form.

"No! Professor!" Assistant Scott dashed over to the broken body of the Professor, shooing the heads away, and gathered the feeble old man up into his arms.

Blood trickling down the side of the Professor's wrinkled old lips, the wizened man remained still, his eyes closed behind his goofy large spectacles.

"Hey!" Assistant Scott abruptly shouted up into the sky. "This is supposed to be a lamenting moment, thank you!"

Uh…yes. Lamenting. Right. Aeris' theme from Final Fantasy VII is playing in the background (Is it just me or does Final Fantasy VII have all the music we can think of that are perfect necessities for different moody scenes?). Or Alice's theme from Shadow Hearts…which I don't own either.

"Professor," Assistant Scott shook him by the shoulders, his face crestfallen. "Professor, can you hear me?"

The Professor remained unresponsive, his relaxed body feeling like Jell-o in Assistant Scott's arms.

"HEY!" Assistant Scott shouted again.

Oh yes. And I do not own Jell-o.

"Oh my gosh, this is never going to strike a tear with the readers if the Narrator goes on like this." the poor Assistant Scott sobbed.

Apparently, Assistant Scott (and erif, for that matter. And erif's name does not deserve to be capitalized. So lowercase it is!) did not see the genre for this story. It says humor, not angst.

"Then why don't you just WHISK him back to life?" the blonde assistant flared.

Suddenly, a Phoenix Down fell from the sky, striking Assistant Scott in the head.

"SONOFA…" His arms dropped the Professor's body back to the ground (who landed with a large crash) and fled to his wounded head.

Regaining his senses and losing some brain cells, Assistant Scott retrieved the bottle and glanced at it.

"…You steal everything from everyone," he muttered sourly.

Yes. Yes I know that.

But anyway, back to the lamentation.

Grabbing the Professor behind his old head, Assistant Scott stared down at his friend, his eyes watering with tears. "Professor, you were the only one who ever really cared about me. You took me in when I had gambled away all of my rent and struck out at the Booze Drinking Competition and shamed my entire family. Despite all of the hard times we have gone through, you…You were like a father to me. If I lost you now, there would be no point in going on. After all you've taught me and shown to me, I feel confident enough that I can go on and become a real man…And perhaps one day sidestep back to the Iron Man for that Booze Drinking Competition."

Ahem. (Glances at watch) We are pressed for time you know.

Glaring heavenwards, Assistant Scott concluded, "So please…don't die on me. If there really are miracles, please let them work now…"

Assistant Scott set the Professor back on the ground and began to force the cork off from the bottle, twisting and pulling, all in vain. Finally irritated, he grabbed both ends and drew force outwards…strangely enough…only succeeding in ripping the glass apart. All of the crimson liquid from inside the bottle poured to the ground, now utterly useless to both Assistant Scott and his deceased friend.

"…My luck doesn't seem to be improving," the blonde man muttered incoherently.

For the love of Vash the Stampede! You are such a nuisance!

A light appeared overhead, spreading as it came nearer to the ground, heavenly stars, small angels, and harmonious music eloping the background as its holiness shone brightly over the Professor. Quickly snatching the Professor back into his arms, Assistant Scott looked down towards the old man, watching as the blood disappeared from his chin and a new life was restored back into him.

"Professor?" the assistant whispered, unsure of whether or not the Narrator had truly been gracious enough to restore life back into the decrepit man.

"…Assistant Scott…" the raspy voice of the Professor perked up the younger man's ears. "…Did you mean it? Everything you said?"

Wiping away a stream of warm tears, Assistant Scott sniffled, unable to hold back a smile. "Professor…you're alive…"

"Well?"

Bursting with gratitude, Assistant Scott grabbed the old man brusquely and pulled him into a hug.

"I'm so relieved!" the assistant wailed.

"Gah! Bones…crushed beneath…youth of…younger generation…"

"I thought I would never see you again!" Assistant Scott's eyes welling with tears again and his nose runny, like a child's.

"You bonehead! Let me go! I just only now got back into this old, miserable life!"

"I'm so sorry, Professor. I know that you were just doing everything out of love for me. I understand that now. When you didn't want me to marry Gloria, it was because you were looking out for my own best interest."

The Professor stiffened, "Um…yeah, that's right…Uh…best interest…"

But now…back to the matters at hand.

chaos, who had been watching from above on his throne perched upon his cyclone of human blood, laughed. Still, the cloak attached to his lovely cape with the skull crown on top hid his face from Assistant Scott and the Professor.

"What a worthless display of sentiment that was! Two friends who love and adore each other. It makes me sick with disgust!"

"That fiend!" the Professor pointed a raggedy finger at the mass murderer. "He has overthrown my Invincible Hero!" Turning to his partner and so-called 'son,' the Professor said, "Assistant Scott! We must vanquish him with the power of friendship! It is what will triumph over all, just like in the movies and video games!"

"You're right, Professor," Assistant Scott replied, determination filling him. "Let us summon the Erde Kaiser together!"

Performing some sort of nonsensical dance and twirling in circles, the Professor began to chant something in some…kind…of gibberish language. Assistant Scott began to wave his arms about, staring hard at chaos. chaos arose from his throne, horrified.

"What? What on earth are you two doing?" chaos cried, grabbing for the arms of his throne made of human bones. "Have you both gone mad?"

"Erde Kaiser!" both scientists echoed in perfect unison, and with more swirling colors, 'imperative' sword-swishing, and powerful music (Let's do Emergy's theme from s.CRY.ed this time, shall we?), the form of the Erde Kaiser reappeared in front of chaos, standing proud and tall.

"With the power of friendship…" Assistant Scott began.

"…We cannot fail!" And the Professor and Assistant Scott struck some kind of DBZ fusion pose.

More dancing and sword flinging from the Erde Kaiser…

"…I don't have time for this," chaos furrowed his brows together and slashed his arm through the air.

The blood tsunami rose up from both sides of the Erde Kaiser and devoured the mech instantly.

The music…just halted. The nonsensical dancing, chanting of gibberish, and swirling colors…Yeah, those stopped too.

Assistant Scott and the Professor blinked and stared at where their 'Invincible Hero' used to stand.

The Professor frowned. "The power of friendship my butt! It was a friggin' malfunction!"

"King Allen!" Clyde focused the lights on an enthusiastic Allen, a grinning Jin, and a very unhappy Ziggy. Jr. was in the background, dancing effortlessly since he was ordered to and not to stop until Allen said. "The stage is set! In just a matter of two minutes, you'll be on the air and the entire galaxy will be able to hear your divine singing!"

"Divine?" Shion muttered from the back of the room, "Oh puh-leeeze."

Ziggy stared down at the new sheet of paper Allen had thrown at him and then averted his gaze to MOMO, who was returning his stare, her small hands grasping the metal bars.

He vowed to have her out of her prison soon enough…even if Allen didn't come to his senses.

"It's glorious!" Allen crowed, his crowd clapping for him. HIM! He was popular! "My fellow adorers! I welcome you to our concert, constructed by the Trio Testosterone! I, myself, am King Allen! Lord of our scrumptious band!" More clapping. "I will start us off tonight with one of my personal favorites, "King Allen."

"Of course he'd name a song after himself," Ziggy mumbled, glancing over the lyrics.

"This one's for you, Richard!" Allen bellowed, holding his arm out high.

"Who's Richard?" Tony whispered to Hammer, who just shrugged.

"A past lover, I guess," the Navigator replied monotonously.

…Um…Yeah…Whatever Hammer.

Allen signaled for his band to begin.

"Once I was a loser

Or so they said to me

Mom and dad were embarrassed

Of the son they had conceived…"

Ziggy eventually stopped singing. This was a joke! What kind of lyrics were these? They were horrendous! Representative Helmer himself could probably write better lyrics. Holding his hands to his bleeding ears, Ziggy turned, his eyes glaring at Jr., who was dancing like there was no tomorrow…under force, of course.

Slowly slipping away from Jin and 'King' Allen, Ziggy edged towards Jr., and then grabbed him fiercely by the scruff of the neck. Immediately becoming limp under his grasp, Jr. glanced up at the seething Cyborg.

"All right, you little punk. I heard about what you did to MOMO and if you want to live to see another birthday, you'll do what I tell you." The redhead nodded, silent. "Since I'm stuck here on this stupid stage, I'm going to leave it to you to sneak past Allen's bodyguards and get MOMO down from that cage. Got it?"

"Aye, aye, Chief," Jr. agreed and Ziggy set him back on the ground. Gesturing his head to the back of the stage, Jr. crept away and Ziggy walked back to center stage.

"This is it, Professor," Assistant Scott sniffled, clutching the elderly man. chaos strolled closer, his long finger nails extending towards them.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be a better surrogate father to you Assistant Scott!" the Professor cried into his assistant's shirt, most of his words becoming absorbed in the fabric. "I hope you'll find it in you to forgive me!"

And then…unexpectedly…

"I was used and abused

Gram and Gramps couldn't see

Those haters called my 'friends'

Wanted me gone from the family tree…"

Windows shattered around the bridge, the blood tsunamis becoming frightened and shriveling away into nothing before getting pulled out into space…lost forever. The cyclone of human blood exploded and the throne of bones disintegrated into dust and all was dragged into the abyss of space. Poor chaos.

"What the?" chaos cried, watching as his throne room was being drawn out of the Bridge. "How can this be?"

"What is this terrible music?" Assistant Scott clamped his hands over his ears, as did the Professor, and they continued to observe the catastrophe, the suction growing stronger.

"Assistant Scott!" the Professor wailed. "You must escape from this place!"

"No! I will not leave you behind!" Assistant Scott then removed one hand, struggling against the cyclone of wind, reaching out for his dear Professor. "Take my hand!"

"Alas! I cannot!" the Professor shook his old head. "You must go on without me!"

"I…I can't fail…!" chaos fought against the suction, his feet rising from the floor. "No! I will rule all! I…I will…I will…AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" his voice echoed throughout the room as he was carried away into the depths of space, along with his blood cyclones.

"This is the end, Professor!" Assistant Scott sobbed. "I'm so glad to have known you…"

"Me too, Assistant Scott. Me too."

Awww…how touching.

Then the lift rose to the top, carrying an angry Gaignun.

"You fools!" the Director raged, grabbing the two boneheads by the collars of their shirts. "While you work under me, I do not give you permission to die! Now get on and let's get out of here!"

"But now I'm on top of the rock

I'll knock the socks

Right off of your feet

You're in for a treat…"

Ziggy watched Jr. out from the corner of his eye, while pretending to sing Allen's stupid 'rap' from the lyric sheet. The U.R.T.V. crept around the room, clinging to walls like some sort of secret agent, jumping underneath tables and then performing somersaults to the next table. Leaping out from underneath another table, he did a sloppy cartwheel to Allen's throne, and then looked upwards to the stage.

Ziggy slapped himself in the forehead and sighed. What an idiot.

But there was something even more amazing (if that's really what you want to call it) about Allen's rap than his voice just breaking windows and destroying the most evil platinum villain in all the land. Yes. The Gnosis did not like Allen's singing either. Not one little bit.

"Now Allen's grown up

He ain't no pitiful shmuck

Like Shion and Miyuki called him before

He's an intellectual pup!"

Great. Now Allen's a dog. He just couldn't think of a word that rhymed with 'up' and make him sound cool at the same time. Anyway…

The shrill cries of the Gnosis echoed throughout the halls of all three ships (Well technically, the Foundation is a large ship…maybe…) the singing damaging their hearing immensely. And that's not all. The poor Gnosis began to explode. That's right. Allen's singing made them explode into a pile of feathers. Not guts or gore like chaos' Ninja Evil Touch. They exploded into a great big pile of feathers. Like I said before: poor Gnosis.

Allen began head banging, (strangely enough, his crown and beret staying on his head as though it had been stuck there with superglue) waving his arms around, and the crowd went wild.

"Cause I'm a player!

I'm a player!

That's right, I'm a player!

Shion, you can't touch this…"

Licking his finger, Allen pointed to his 'pecs,' (Allen has pecs?) and hissed seductively…or at least attempted to.

"I wish the Gnosis would eat Allen," Tony told his companions as he watched Jin and Allen jump around like buffoons on the stage. Ziggy, holding his face in his hands, just sat down on the stage, annoyed.

"We have to find the others!" Assistant Scott told Gaignun as he started down the hall. Then he stopped at the sight of feathers barricading their path.

"…Master Gaignun…" the young blonde blinked. "I thought you banned pillow fighting ever since that one snagged your…"

"SILENCE!"

"Oh…Oh all right."

And so ends the reign of the Gnosis. Allen took a final bow and then looked up as the lights came back on and his song ended.

Jr. blinked as silence enveloped the room and he quickly grabbed the stick from Clyde's hand, pole vaulting himself up onto the cage and landing successfully, sprawled out across the top.

"Jr.!" MOMO clasped her hands together.

"Hold on, MOMO!" Jr. told the young girl. "I'll have you out before you can say 'Allen's rap sucked.'"

"What?" Allen jumped up and down. "Clyde! Brutus! Help me!"

Ziggy suddenly jumped to his feet, pushed Allen to the ground and held his fist out to the air. "Executioner!" he shouted, a large bladed pendulum dropping to the ground and eliminating Clyde and Brutus. He figured that their deaths were necessary since they were hindering him in his mission. Besides, as he had said before, the only thing to worry about in battles were things like numbers and stuff. So there. It's justified.

"No! My bodyguards!" Allen crumpled to his knees, crying.

Just then, the last two Gnosis stumbled in, their heads swollen from the horrendous singing, and they exploded into a pile of feathers, smothering everything.

Days later, everything was back to normal. That's right. Back to normal. Allen decided to quit the rapping business (especially since now he knew that he was outnumbered and it was that time of the month for Shion), despite his fans' pleading. Jr. was given the authority of running the Durandal back to him (Since those documents hadn't been legalized and the big burly man was dead anyway) by Gaignun, who scolded him sternly, commenting on what a miserable example he had set for his younger brother and everyone else upon the Foundation and Durandal. Despite the deaths of Mary and Shelley, the show had to go on.

"MOMO," Jr. stopped the Realian in the hall and she turned to face him, still upset over what he had done. "Hey," He started, rubbing the back of his neck as he stalled his movement. "I…um…"

"What?" her eyes narrowed, almost annoyed.

"I…want to apologize…" his eyes drifted down the hall where a large shadow was hiding behind the corner. A Cyborg hand was punching into the open palm of a human one. "I want to apologize," Jr. repeated hastily now, "for acting the way I did the other day and so…I have this for you." He held up the good luck charm he had given her and then had carelessly gambled away.

MOMO wasn't convinced, "How do I know you won't gamble it away again?"

Jr. looked back up at the darkening shadow. The human hand was now clutching a ragged doll made from a pillowcase and the Cyborg hand was tightening a noose latched around its neck.

"Believe me," he said, glancing down back to her. "I promise. I'm a changed man. I would never act so recklessly again. And I…I went to all the trouble of getting you these too…" Reaching into his pants pocket, he withdrew a dark box and handed it to her.

"Chocolates?" she questioned, blinking.

"You don't like them?"

"No, no!" MOMO shook her head. "That's not it. I love them! But…"

"Please forgive me MOMO!" Jr. cried, getting down on his knees and begging, still holding the box of chocolates and good luck charm in his hands. "I need to know that you've forgiven me or I'll never be able to live with myself!"

Awww…he looked so cute like that! (Maybe.)

"Oh, of course I forgive you Jr.!" MOMO threw her arms around the boy's neck. "You're so sweet!"

Ziggy stood in the background, watching Jr. carefully. For his sake, he had better have been a changed man.

Assistant Scott worked on cleaning up the pile of feathers in the lab while the Professor sat at the U.M.N terminal, reading e-mails and stuff.

Then he fell backwards out of his chair.

"Professor!" Assistant Scott cried with worry, helping the old man to his feet. "What's the matter? Did Bertha leave you too?"

"No, you fool!" the Professor swatted his hand away. "I sent her on a well deserved vacation. "This is much worse!" And he pointed to the screen.

Assistant Scott turned and gasped. On the screen was a man, who looked exactly like the Professor, Troll Dancing. A large black Erde Kaiser was behind him, holding scythes, knives, swords, and a toaster to a sky illuminated by lightning.

"Gasp! Professor! That must be your twin brother!"

"Oh, don't be stupid!" the Professor snorted. "Twin cousin maybe. But look! That's the Dark Professor! With the Dark Erde Kaiser!"

"Oh no, Professor!" his assistant wailed. "Will he take over the universe with it?"

The Professor staggered to his feet, "Yeah right. I was just taken aback by his new hair style. Look. He dyed his hair red."

Assistant Scott pondered about this, "The Professor with red hair. Breathtaking indeed."

"And then he might take over the universe!"

Lightning crashed in the sky.

"OH NO!" Followed by more wailing.

"You know, this isn't so bad," Wilhelm commented, watching his Vector Company become consumed in flames. "Yeshua was probably just having a bad day."

"Yeshua?" Virgil whispered to Albedo who just shrugged and continued to drive himself and the other two away on his scooter.

"Besides," Wilhelm sat on the back of the scooter, his eyes still attached to the burning company. "I still have the Testaments. Kevin will be able to help me. Or Voyager."

"Or me," Virgil barely raised a hand.

"Or Virgil." Still mesmerized by the intense flames, "Yeah, that sounds good."

Albedo rolled his eyes. No one ever needed his help. What a bunch of nerds.

"Please Chief!" Allen cried, begging for Shion to forgive him. "Look, it was a mid-life crisis thing! I promise I'm over it now! Please!"

"Go away, Allen!" she shouted, stomping out of the room. He sighed, slumping over. No one would talk to him now. Captain Matthews even said that he if saw Allen step onto the Bridge, he would take his movable chair, crush Allen, then toss him out into space like the garbage he was. And Tony and Hammer had eagerly agreed. If it hadn't been for chaos, Allen would be pushing up daisies. Wait! chaos was back? Heh, heh, you didn't think you could get rid of him that easily did you? Anyway, Jin went back to Second Miltia to pursue a karaoke career that Shion said would last three weeks. Miyuki was constantly filing reports against Allen, hoping to get him arrested. Unfortunately, everyone at the Federation were big time Allen fans, so how could they possibly arrest him? Gaignun was still busy doing Gaignun-like things, KOS-MOS suddenly took up an interest in massaging…well…not really. You would've liked to think that though, wouldn't you? Nah, that's not the KOS-MOS we all know and love. Shion did order her, however, to find every album of Allen's and destroy it.

That evening, everyone sat in the so-called 'cafeteria' of the Elsa while Shion cooked for everyone except Allen.

"I'm telling you guys, chaos is really a menacing threat to the universe!" Jr. whispered to Tony, Hammer, and Captain Matthews.

"Can't be anymore of a menace than that backstabbing, corroded looking creature back there." Matthews jerked a thumb to the far table on the WAY OTHER SIDE of the room where a sullen Allen was forced to sit all by himself.

"No! Really!" Jr. beat his fist against the table. "I'm serious!"

"Ch. Not to call you a liar or anything Little Master, but chaos is the most passive guy you'll find on the Elsa. No one else like him," Tony said, eating his curry.

"What about me?" chaos asked, coming into the room, a gentle smile on his face. Serene music played in the background as random birds flocked to him and he welcomed them with open arms.

"Heh, the Little Master here is saying what kind of a psychopath you are," Matthews chuckled.

"Me? Jr., don't flatter me," chaos continued to smile and the U.R.T.V. frowned. Tony, Hammer, and Captain Matthews went back to eating their food and soon, all attention was off Jr. and chaos. Except…Jr. couldn't stop staring at the smiling platinum. Suddenly, a sneer curled up at chaos' lips and the birds exploded into flames, vanishing into the air like magic.

The redhead's eyes widened immensely and he screamed, "Did you see that! Did you see that! He just made those birds self-combust!"

chaos quickly pretended to be waving to the air as all eyes turned back to him.

"Bye, bye, birdies," chaos said sweetly.

"…Right," Hammer's eyes narrowed and he went back to his food.

Jr. snorted and looked back to chaos. One day…they would all see.

KOS-MOS, who was helping Shion prepare food, suddenly began to hand out the rest of the plates to Ziggy, MOMO, chaos, and Jr.

"Anything for me, KOS-MOS?" Allen asked as the android walked by.

"I am sorry, Allen. There is a negative 95.555 percent chance that Shion will forgive you and make you food."

Allen suddenly smiled. "So you're saying there's a chance!"

"No, Allen. I am merely displaying numbers for your benefit instead of using human words to simply put…You will starve tonight." Then she walked on.

"Aw, man!" Allen cried, slumping over and pounding a fist against the table.

Ziggy glanced over at Allen from his table, MOMO next to him. "Allen," he started, "perhaps this will teach you a lesson."

"What are you talking about?" Allen whined. "I was happy when I was popular!"

"Popularity is nothing Allen," Ziggy explained. "Not when you have true friends."

Allen glared at him and held his hands out. "Oh yeah? WHERE?"

Ziggy sighed and looked down at MOMO, who was quietly eating her food. "Allen, when you find something worth fighting for, then I think you'll understand what I mean."

"Coming from you, Cyborg, that's just plain stupid." And Allen went back to sulking, "Anyone can see that everything that happened was just luck. The Gnosis, the Professor going after Assistant Scott, and me becoming sexy was just simple old luck."

"Au contraire, Allen," chaos grinned. "There's no such thing as luck."

…That was so stupid, it's not even funny. Ending the story with the title. My hat goes off to you chaos just for the Ninja Evil Touch.

And that's that.

Can anyone BELIEVE that I finally finished this story? Well…Part one anyway. Unless I am encouraged to go on…' And ya know? I didn't even KNOW all that holy stuff about chaos until after I finished this chapter and actually beat the game. So um…to refrain myself from being sacrilegious, perhaps I shall lay off of him for a while (…curses). As for the Shion/Allen romance. Hmm...Allen WAS acting like a jerk in this story so I'll leave her mad at him for a while longer. Maybe in the next installment though, eh?

For now, I hope you guys enjoyed There's No Such Thing As Luck and I hope to be able to come back soon.

Until next time, my loyal readers, ta-ta for now.

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