Disclaimer:
Star Ocean 3: Till the End of Time is the creation and property of Tri-Ace, who created this wonderful anime/video game series, and the publishers at SquareEnix. Anything not attributed to them belongs to their respective owners, such as references to Cowboy Bebop (the Swordfish II) that is a creation of Sunrise and Shinichiro Watanabe. This story is written purely just for fun, guys; please for God's sake, don't sue me! I'm just a high school student with too much free time on his hands! On the other hand, any specific author created characters I created for this fic (despite how unoriginal they may be at times) are mine. So without further adieu, let's get on with the show!
The Surgeon General's Warning:
Read at your own risk. This might take you on a trip to some happy lovey-dovey place.
Oh, and yes, there's a very high Fayt x Maria coupling possible here, or I could completely screw everybody over and do the unexpected, ja?
Fates Intertwined
Chapter 03:
Emotion
A Star Ocean 3 fanfic by James "Ray" Edwards
The flames were everywhere. Time had no meaning here nor was a destination all that important either. The present, the very moment of inception (thoughtful or otherwise) was all that mattered. Here in this space between a blink and a tear, instinctive actions were far more compelling than deliberate, rational thought.
Where am I? Fayt thought worriedly, covering his mouth and nose with a hand to ward off the choking smoke from the rampant fires. The suffocating heat alone was more than enough to set his teeth on edge, grimacing with discomfort. He was sweating far worse than a pig as far as he was concerned, and perhaps, he might as well die from being cooked alive first.
Alarm klaxons were going off all over the place, accompanied no less by a series of wall-mounted warning indicators, bathing the corridor in revolving red light. Violent tremors shook the corridor to its foundations intermittently, as if the entire structure was under attack from an orbital bombardment. Come to think of it, this scenario was awfully familiar.
The blue-haired young man's eyes widened in shock as he a glimpse of a sign on the wall identifying the hellish corridor. It read, "C12," the very same designation given to the corridor he had been in when he had lost his parents back on Hyda IV. He couldn't be back there could he? That's impossible! There were no raging fires and wreckage at all back then, so he couldn't have gone back in time.
Fayt closed his eyes, deep in thought. That's right. This has to be a dream. I just have to stay calm and I'll wake up from it.
"Fayt, help!" a familiar shrill voice cried desperately over the loud din.
Abruptly, his eyelids flew wide open. The young man gave a start, recognizing instantly the identity of the voice. He relaxed his protective hand over his mouth and noise, shouting back before he even knew it, "Sophia, where are you?"
"Over here! Help us, Fayt!"
Fayt followed the source of his dear friend's pleading voice as best as he could, green eyes straining bitterly against the acrid sting of smoke. Moments ago, he had told himself that this was a dream, but all rational thought had gone out the door when he heard Sophia's cry for help. He caught a glimpse of her behind a mishmash of massive debris while a dreadful pile up of burning wreckage interposed between them.
"Hang in there, Sophia. I'll be right there!"
"Forget about it, Fayt," a voice commanded, cutting the brunette off before she could reply to him.
"Dad? And Mom too!"
"It's too late. Go! Save yourself while you still can."
"NO! I'm not leaving you guys here. Just hold on, I'll think of some-"
"This isn't the time for arguing, Fayt!"
"Dad!"
"Just get out of here; there's nothing you can..."
"Robert, they're here," Ryoko warned her husband as she moved instinctively to shield Sophia with her own body.
"What? Ah, just as I suspected."
"Dad, what's going on? I can't see..."
"Run, Fayt! This is-"
Yes, it was a dream. He knew it was a dream, that much he had deduced. The chilling sound of Sophia's gasp of fear was a dream. His father shouting some incomprehensible as he moved to shield his wife and his son's best friend while his mother whispered soothing words, no doubt, to her was a dream. Even the terrible screams that answered the merciless cacophony of disrupter rifles were a dream. Even a senile child could tell that the bloody showers that exploded outwards in vermillion, marking the bodies of three corpses dropping, like broken dolls, was a dream.
Yes, it was a dream, a dream gone horribly wrong.
A nightmare.
The world came to him in a blistering blur of colors and light. He could feel the scars of screams in his hoarse throat, a pitiful human condition reduced into little more than choked sobs. Hot tears burned down his cheeks in rivers of sorrow, there was nothing to say, nothing to hide. Fayt had been crying in his own sleep, ambivalent to whether he should be ashamed or worse. Boys weren't supposed to cry, much less men.
It was strange to be this way. He wasn't the one who was supposed to fall apart, always constant. Sophia had done more than enough of that he wagered for the both of them.
Where am I? Fayt thought through the haze of grief. In those six days he had spent aboard the escape pod, he honestly hadn't bothered to grieve at all for his own loss. The young man had refused stubbornly the possibility that any horrible thing could've happened to his dear friend or his oft-aloof parents. They were good people, a fact he would unabashedly avouch. Who could possibly want to hurt them?
Suddenly, as the haze lifted, he became aware of - something else. His ears perked, entranced by a strange yet familiar sound, a child's lullaby. The words were old, ancient perhaps, but most certainly older than him; its meaning was lost to himself, having only vague memories of his early childhood. Had his own mother even sung lullabies to him? He couldn't remember.
However, the melody was a different matter. It was a vivid beautiful sound, undulating like the crashing waves upon a sandy white beach, yet oddly melancholy at the same time. Fayt knew, for certain, that he had heard it somewhere before, an elusive memory right at the tip of his tongue. He grasped at it determinedly, trying to put feelings into words, but it escaped all the same.
Where had he heard it before? Who was singing it?
It was then he became aware of other things, a silken curtain of light blue, almost violet, shielding him. Something warm enveloped him in a cradle, warm and supple, from the horrors of the world. An alluring scent of vitality and permanence, something feminine he was certain, eased his troubles away. He felt safe, genuinely safe, like a child in the arms of his mother. To be honest, it was a foreign, yet not unwelcome feeling; he wasn't even sure if anyone had ever embraced him in such a way, expressing so much without a word.
An unspoken testament, this person had promised him, as surely as the sun would rise at dawn and set at dusk, that she would protect him. She would always be with him, no matter how far and wide the distance between them. It was a strange promise no doubt. They were strangers, certainly, but he was bound to her as much as she was bound to him and nothing could change that, nothing.
Who was she though? Even Sophia had never the courage to do such a thing so bold for all her amiable charm.
"It's all right, Fayt. You're safe now," she spoke reassuringly for his ears only, "As long as I have the power, I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, I promise."
That voice? It couldn't be her!
He felt himself being eased back onto something soft, a bed - a real bed with a modern mattress that automatically conformed to his body for maximum comfort, climate controlled comforters, and an ergonomic pillow too. It was a bit of shock to be back in a modern bed so soon, meaning he couldn't have been back on Vanguard III. He must've been rescued, but by who? His curious green eyes traveled upwards and met face to face with those clear noble eyes of an all too familiar shade of blue.
"It's you!" Fayt cried in surprise.
His mysterious rescuer nodded, moving unperturbed to delicately brush away the few tears that still clung to the corners of his eyes with her thumbs. It was a characteristically tender gesture. She herself didn't seem to notice, while it stunned him nearly speechless.
"Yes, we meet again, and most certainly - yes, we're aboard a ship, specifically my ship, The Swordfish II."
"W-Who...who are you?"
"Traydor, Maria Traydor. You're welcome to call me Maria, if you wish."
"Uh, well, I'm...I'm-"
"Fayt Leingod. You're the only son of the universal authority on symbological genetics, the famed Professor Robert Leingod. You were born on Earth, currently nineteen years of age. Your favorite sport is basketball, favored position: point guard. You're studying in the Symbological Sciences Department of Brachtein Science University. You're not particularly an ideal scholar, instead preferring physical activity to academic study, which has earned you the coveted Most Valuable Player award at the collegiate Universal Basketball competition. Your favorite food is-"
"Whoa, wait! How do you know all of this about me?"
"I believe it would surprise you as to how much information is available on the Universal Netsphere, the ongoing war between privacy advocates and free information that began in the twenty-first century never truly ended with any certainty."
"A-Are you - are you some kind of hacker?"
"Its a tool of the trade, used for ill or good. Sentient beings have to decide for themselves how to use that power. As for myself, I used it only to familiarize myself with you."
"So you're not here to - kill me?"
"Fayt, I had plenty of opportunities before now. Rescuing you only to kill you later would've achieved no ends."
"Why...why are you here?"
"I would be lying if I said it was purely out of Samaritan motivations. A client of mine wishes to meet you. She's very anxious to speak with you on many things, such as your father's research and much more."
"Me? What's so important about me? And what about Dad's research?"
"Those are things I'm not at liberty to disclose. She did assure me, however, that she would do everything in her power to reunite you back with your family," Maria assured him calmly, as if she was stating a matter of fact.
Fayt closed his eyes, allowing the pent up tension in his rigid muscles to ease away, deep in thought. It was a whole new set of intrigues to absorb and ruminate over, which really didn't help matters. Who was this mysterious client that Maria talked about? What was this suspicion concerning his father's research? Did this client of hers truly mean to reunite him with his family - all of his family? Better yet, who was Maria Traydor really?
That girl knew an awful lot about him, even if she implied it was strictly part of her business. However, it didn't comfort him anymore so. Knowing only discomforted him more! That realization made things rather awkward, to say the least; maybe it was too good to be true that somebody would come out of nowhere and risk his or her life for no apparent good reason, in spite of the odds, for another. There was always a motive apparently, and he wanted to feed his fledgling resentment for her but that didn't sit right with him either.
Maria's actions and words were completely contradictory to another. On one hand she appeared to care considerably about his welfare, much more than he could adequately understand at present, but on the other hand, she was the model intermediary, all business and never giving away more than she had to, just enough to earn his trust. It was all very confusing indeed. There was no doubt in his mind that Maria Traydor was a convoluted riddle of the likes he had never encountered until now.
She was most definitely way out of his league.
Fayt opened his eyes once more to scrutinize his enigmatic hostess and rescuer, only to be caught dumbstruck a few seconds later. She had changed, quite literally. Gone was her usual stately, yet functional garb in favor of something purely casual: a utility khaki vest, an untucked white sleeveless blouse, a pair of comfortable blue jeans, and hiking-style sandals. Her luxurious, silken tresses were tied back into a single ponytail by a white ribbon, while she left her long bangs unattended to create a rather - cute - effect.
Combined with the bedside manner she had taken to sitting on the edge of his bed beside him, Maria gave off a very, very appealing presence. It was as if she had transformed into the fabled "Girl-Next-Door" that many a guy (and some gals no doubt) fantasized about so often. The kicker, though, was that the light blue-haired girl probably didn't even realize the effect she was having on her charge, who abruptly felt the urge to look elsewhere, a coloration of red blossoming on his cheeks.
Maria, on the other hand, read the signs completely wrong for once, "Fayt, is something the matter?" She reached out tentatively to touch his forehead to check his temperature, and to her amazement, he was positively burning up. "No, did you catch a fever? Do you feel another symptoms such as fatigue, aches in your joints, and..."
"Gyah! I-I'm - okay, really, Maria!" the young man squeaked in a peculiarly uncharacteristic manner. It was enough to draw her well-meaning solicitous hands away as she sat with mild astonishment. Maria hadn't known that he was capable of even squeaking in such a - boyish manner.
"...I see."
Fayt burned with embarrassment at his childish outburst. This girl was completely different from any other gal he had ever met. Sophia had never put him on the spot like this! Sure, the light blue-haired young woman wasn't quite as eccentric as say Peppita Rosetti. There was an innocent touch of naivety in her behavior towards him and it totally threw him off; he didn't know whether he was supposed to be angry or flattered that she was showering him with such attention.
As for Maria, she was clueless as to just what was causing the bright flush of red that now adorned his face. Could this be a symptom of a rare native disease from Vanguard III? How fascinating; she had never seen symptoms that would exert such a bizarre emotional response.
"Ah, ummm, about that song earlier," the green-eyed young man spoke up abruptly in awkward tone of voice.
She blinked, snapping out of her ruminations. "A song?"
"Yeah, that lullaby you were singing."
"A lullaby..."
"It was - nice. I...I really don't remember - its, uhhh, been a long time since - I'm not even sure if I've ever had a lullaby sung to me, but...thanks, Maria."
"You're..." she paused, "...You're welcome, Fayt."
For once, the "Princess of Serenity" found herself taken aback. Fayt's compliment felt so - sudden. Maria couldn't even recall singing the lullaby he mentioned. All she remembered was arriving in the infirmary, finding tossing about like a mad man screaming at the top of his lungs, and at that point it was a blur. Vaguely, she could recall embracing him, whispering soothing words to the wildly thrashing young man in an effort to calm him down, but there were no specifics. Oh dear, now she was starting to feel flushed; she hoped she hadn't become infected as well!
"Hey, umm, Maria," Fayt asked her tentatively, still unused to addressing his rescuer by her first name, "What happened?"
The meaningful inquiry was a welcomed distraction, easing the leader of Quark back into waters she was much more used to navigating with great expertise. "'What happened?'"
"I don't remember anything after you told me to drop to the floor back in the Church."
"Ah, I see. The trauma must've been even more severe than my original prognosis at the time."
"Trauma?"
"You went into a kind of a catatonic seizure after we barely managed to survive the plasma cannon discharge."
"Fayt, its nothing to be ashamed of. It's not uncommon among 'rookies' to have a breakdown the first time they go into real combat, especially among civilians who had no prior battle experience against other sentients."
"Hmm..."
"He's dead, Fayt."
"Norton!"
"There wasn't much of a choice in the matter. The man was madder than a rabid kath-hound. If I hadn't acted, you -along with every other sentient being within a ten kilometer radius would've surely died."
"Fayt?"
"You killed him, didn't you?"
An inquiry into the death of the rogue Rezerbian was not unexpected. She had been preparing herself well ahead of time for when the moment came upon her.
"I was prepared to do what was necessary, Fayt. If I hadn't stopped him, many more lives could've been lost needlessly because of our neglect."
"I know, Maria..."
"But?"
"I just don't feel right justifying his execution at your...our hands."
"I think you were right earlier when you said that we had no jurisdiction whatsoever on this world or him for that matter. I just don't know how I should feel right now. Who knows - maybe the people of this world really should've been the ones to decide his sentence, not us."
"Hmm - Fayt, can you stand?" Maria asked him thoughtfully. She stood up from her place on the bed and came up right beside him with surprising swiftness. "There's something you need to see."
The sudden change of topic and the grave look in her eyes was enough to unnerve Fayt a notch. Whatever the light blue-haired young woman wanted to show him, it wasn't going to be pleasant. On reflex, he tried to move his body, the brain and heart coaxing muscles to work, and to his ambivalence, everything was working just fine. It was as if he had never gotten a scratch at all. He didn't know whether he should be jumping for joy or trying to break something new to put off this dreadful pang in the pit of his stomach.
It was to no big surprise that he tried to get out of bed as casually as possible, setting aside the comforter, and swinging his legs gingerly over the side. Cold shivers shot up his spine, like ephemeral lightning, replaced quickly by a feeling of warmth permeating up from the climate controlled tiles on the floor through his bare feet.
Wait a second, his bare feet?
For a brief moment, Fayt entertained the all too mortifying thought that he had just stood up completely butt naked in front of a girl. Way to go, Genius! Even as understanding as she could be, Sophia would've slapped him silly into next week while shrieking some unintelligible expression of female indignation (or appraisal). However, a quick glance revealed that he was still clothed very much indeed in his modest clothes, earning himself a silent sigh relief.
Maria had already strolled over to a nearby observation window and was eyeing him with a most expectant gaze, while he had been busy debating his modesty. Feeling a touch foolish, the young man hurried over to her.
"What is it?"
"See for yourself." She gestured towards the observation window.
Thus, he looked - and barely restrained the urge to fall flat on his rear. Eyes wide-open, Fayt could only stare in awe of the destruction below him. The bandit hideout was gone! All those ancient structures had been flattened, brushed aside like autumn's leaves in the cold wind, and the bridges that once weaved passage throughout the ruins were no more. They, too, had joined the rest of the masonry, submerged deep into the rushing waters of the exposed aqueducts that flushed out into the lake. The desolate landscape spoke volumes upon what had happened, especially the large glassy crater near a former bridge archway that shined brightly in the noonday sun.
"That crater..." the blue-haired young man murmured. Something felt out of place about it. No ordinary weapon, portable enough to be wielded by a single person at least, could've caused it, and the last time he checked, Vanguard III wasn't exactly the bastion of modern civilization so that ruled out any kind of Vanguardian secret weapon.
Wait a second, he was - they were flying! He was on board a ship!
"Maria, did you..."
"No, antimatter missiles don't cause anywhere near that much blast damage, not to mention the a typical weapon's battle data and the current evidence are incompatible."
"Well...what about Quantum weapons?"
"There wouldn't be anything left of the ruins after one atmospheric-use quantum missile, except perhaps some steam."
"Steam?"
"The residue Creation energy would raise temperatures significantly, although I suspect most of it comes out as plasma at first, before cooling down into a gaseous state. Hence, steam from the evaporating waters of the lake."
Fayt shook his head, a touch confounded. He wasn't much of a contemporary weapon's expert and honestly had little love for the vehicles of war. "But you have this ship! You used it against Norton, didn't you?"
"Eight didn't arrive in time. I was forced to improvise and deal with him personally."
"But - But that's crazy, Maria. I saw the blaster pistol you were using and you don't look like a symbologist at all to me. Besides, the amount will and energy you would need to use for a spell that strong and still stay in control would be enormous."
"It wasn't symbology, Fayt," the young woman told him flatly.
A sudden silence enraptured the infirmary. The normally warm, comfortable climate controlled air was eerily cold to the touch as Fayt stood speechless, his green eyes transfixed. Surely, Maria wasn't implying that she done all of that alone did she? That didn't make any sense at all. How could one person have that much power?
"You're not saying..." he began tentatively, backing up a step. It was now that he saw his hostess in all too new light, a repulsive silver of fear worming its way into his heart. Oddly, Fayt didn't feel comfortable around this girl anymore, a person he had gone from feeling slightly resentful towards to somewhat respectful of; now, he was afraid of her. Norton was like a little bogeyman haunting the closet compared to Maria Traydor!
Alas, he was so caught up in his own rapidly escalating panic that the young man scarcely noticed the hurt grimace in the light blue-haired girl's eyes. It was a chink in her invulnerable armor that was swiftly remedied by a mask of neutral serenity. She had expected this as well. In the case of Fayt Leingod, she had already run countless scenarios through her mind and of the possible consequences from each action, memorized and catalogued for reference. This exchange was among them, complicated a touch further that he had just been in near-death circumstances. He was easier to read than an open book, his motivations and actions, all transparent before her.
Fayt had wanted to kill Norton most certainly because he had been motivated by a righteous sense of justice, a foolhardy impetus. However, he had forgotten his ethics in the process, which she reminded him of and earned his resentment in that moment. His fearful response right now was no different, utterly predictable. He was virtually little more than an automaton around her, a thing she could manipulate at will.
Still, Maria had hoped that maybe, just maybe he wouldn't have shied away from her presence. Instead of fearing her, maybe he would've at least tolerated her. Asking him to accept her here and now was pure fantasy, an impossible dream. After all, Fayt didn't know about the truth yet, and as far as he was concerned, he was just the average Earthling stranded on an under-developed planet. Now somebody far more dangerous than his previous company had just rescued him. She could probably kill him with a look for all he knew! What a foolish boy.
Even though she was - who she was, she could dream, couldn't she?
"Nicholas!" Fayt shouted suddenly as he lunged forwards, grasping the young woman by the shoulders. He shook her sharply to her surprise, snapping Maria out of her introspection. There was a wild gleam in his eye, his breath quickening into a near hysterical rhythm. None of the apprehensive fear that had marked his demeanor before remained; it was replaced instead by worry and an intense urgency. "What about Nicholas? He was in the cellar of the church! I-I promised - I promised I'd come back for him!"
It was all she could do restrain herself. If the blue-haired fellow had any sense left in him, he would've been cowering in true fear at this very moment. Her body was visibly rebelling against her will, instincts and reason fighting each other in a bloody battle, as Maria trembled, her hands lifting perceptibly to do what had become an all too common survival reflex. Grimacing, she did the only she could do to regain control and bit down sharply on her lip, nearly drawing blood. A piercing shock of pain flooded her nerves, distracting her instincts long enough for her wrestle control back into her hands.
That minor crisis avoided, Maria breathed deeply, her mask of serenity settling in once more. Whether Fayt gave any notice to the lapse in her character remained to be seen, as he seemed largely occupied with the welfare of this fellow Nicholas. Counting her small blessings (and ever larger curses), she responded calmly and met his gaze head on, seemingly unruffled by his rash behavior, "Nicholas is his name, I see."
"Yes! Now where is he? What happened to Nicholas?"
"Take a look over my shoulder and see for yourself, Fayt. You weren't the only one I had to see to in the infirmary."
It was all the "encouragement" the young man needed as he all but tossed her aside, rushing swiftly to the bedside of a small figure across the way from his own bed. "Nicholas!"
"He's quite fine, that boy. I was worried about him at first considering his poor health and the unique physiology of the humanoids living on this planet. Fortunately, Norton hadn't tortured him too badly."
"What? He!"
"What did you think those injuries and bruises were? I suspect he tried to stand up to the Rezerbian on impulse instead of thinking things through first. If you and he had worked together, you both could've probably come up with a sufficient plan to apprehend Norton without any loss of life at all."
"Shut up! I don't - I'm...I'm!"
Fayt fell silent. His body trembling with conflicting emotion and unsaid words, as he stood beside Nicholas, apparently asleep by the steady rise and fall of the boy's chest, while Maria observed silently. It was an interesting scenario with many outcomes, many implications into the insight of his character. She already knew the highly likely outcome but still wished to see it through to the end.
Minutes passed by without a word spoken as Fayt remained at his vigil, hands balled into quivering fists. He must've wanted to say something, anything to get that weight in his heart of his chest, yet he could say nothing. There was too much to say and no words to carry his burgeoning feelings. The silence was all he could offer.
Such an emotional boy...
"You can stay by his side a little longer, if you wish, Fayt. We won't be leaving anytime soon. There're a few things my droids have to recover from the area: namely your escape pod before we leave, not to mention we'll have to return Nicholas to the village I believe you mentioned earlier. It should be plenty of time for Nicholas to properly recover in the infirmary, but he'll likely be asleep for the entire time; I gave him medication so that he could get his rest."
The blue-haired young man said nothing, acknowledging her presence with the slightest of nods directed backwards at her. Maria held back the urge to sigh and simply nodded in his direction before making towards the exit. "I'll be in the captain's quarters if want to talk to me. Eight, remember to keep an eye on Fayt too, all right?"
"Yes, ma'am!" the ship's AI chirped enthusiastically as the door to the infirmary slid open with a hiss, giving Maria leave into the adjoining corridor.
The light blue-haired young woman strolled with ease towards the open doorway, stopping only briefly to throw a glance back at her charge. Fayt had not moved an inch from where he stood, oblivious to her presence. It was probably best to leave him to his own devices for now. Eight and the droids could certainly see to his needs while she attended to other - important matters.
She left.
To be Continued...
Author Note:
If anybody notices any screwed up stylized punctuation and/or other formatting weirdness, blame QuickEdit or whatever upload software is running right now. I've wrestled with it for over an hour and now I humbly yield this time in defeat. But only this time! I'll have my revenge yet!
Reference Note:
Kudos to the fella who guessed Farscape for the colorful language of the late Norton, but I can say for certain that wasn't the only source of his colorful language. Anyways, onto the omake! We need some comic relief up in here!
Omake:
"Nicholas!" Fayt shouted suddenly as he lunged forwards, grasping the young woman by the shoulders. He shook her sharply to her surprise, snapping Maria out of her mindful introspection. There was a wild gleam in his eye, his breath quickening into a near hysterical rhythm. None of the apprehensive fear that had marked his demeanor before remained, replaced instead by worry and an intense urgency. "What about Nicholas? He was in the cellar of the church! I-I promised - I promised I'd come back for him!"
It was all she could do restrain herself. If the blue-haired fellow had any sense left in him, he would've been cowering in true fear at this very moment. Her body was visibly rebelling against her will, instincts and reason fighting each other in a bloody battle, as Maria trembled, her hands lifting perceptibly to do what had become an all too common survival reflex.
"You're mine now, biyatch!" Maria snapped in a disturbing, diabolical sugary sweet voice, eyes aglow with an unholy light of pure cutey honey evilness as she grabbed a dually surprised Fayt by the wrists and kneed him in the balls.
Oh! That had to hurt.
Fayt stared flatly, slacked jawed in shock, as he gave a shrill squeak in reply, "...Mommy..." He was released promptly and fell into a heap on the floor, curling up into the fetal position.
Maria for all the world stood triumphant like a warrior Amazon woman over her kill, planting a foot firmly in the poor boy's rear, which elicited another pitiful squeal. She threw her head back in a roaring BITCH! (TM) laugh that would've made Naga the White Serpent proud.
"Oh-hohohohohohohoho! Now, you sexy beast, let's make some babies!"
"Sacre bleu!"
The following section has been removed as per for the sake of the sanity of the above readership. Please, do not pass go and collect a hentai doujinshi. Instead, enjoy this relaxing scene of beautiful fields of flowers, your magical fairy guide Peppitta Rosetti frolicking in the spring time of life - make that, Peppitta Rosetti frolicking in the spring time of life as Albel The Wicked chases after her waving his katana in the air like a mad man. Oh, and let's not forget about the massacred bodies of Innocent Woodland Creatures (TM) left in his wake of Terror (TM).
Pimp Ice Daddy Cliff "Yo Momma" Fittir says word to your mother.
Youth! Power! EXPLOSION!