I walk around, trying to get a bearing of my surroundings. As I walk around, I run into someone I have not seen in a while- Croire. I ducked behind a television as I listened closely. I watched in horror as a figure appeared: Arfoire! I heard a laugh from Croire. "Nice meeting you finally." she giggled.

"So, you've been prepping. I'm impressed." Arfoire giggled. I nudged the small tower of televisions with my elbow. Oops. The tower collapsed, sending shards of broken glass everywhere. "Oh? Is this the human you were talking about?" she asked.

"Yep." she giggled. I stood up, my cover blown. "You took everything from me, you bitch." I snarled. Arfoire sighed. "I don't even know who you are." she replied. I paused. "Don't play that game with me." I snapped. "You know what you did."

Arfoire snapped her fingers. Black tentacles flung themselves at me. I blocked them with ease. She grinned. "So you think you can fight me?" she asked, drawing her sword and lunging at me. I dodged and struck the fiend from behind.

She sighed, continuing her assault. I blocked and dodged each attack. "I expect you to die." Arfoire snapped, as she shifted into her Diety of Sin form. She then began to hurl balls of magic at me. I then realized what I needed to do- I ran up to it and punched it in the jaw. Arfoire paused, giving me enough time to launch a flurry of punches- each punch embedded with Holy.

The daemon continued to take boatloads of damage, but still remained standing. She then began to use her limbs to swing at me, hoping to knock me off my feet. She then shouted, "Alpha One!" A huge ball of fire was flung at me. "White Nova!" I shouted, and a white bead appeared in front of me, landing softly on the ground.

The following blast was deafening. Arfoire shrieked, and I was flung backwards, right into the forcefield. Arfoire flew away in kind. I suddenly started floating as I caught myself mid-air. I set myself down slowly. I repelled another high-power attack as I tried to think of a solution. Then I realized I had to try going to another dimension.

Take me to the Megadimension! Suddenly I was falling. I soon landed on something quite soft. I rolled onto my side. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Noire. "Who are you?" she asked. Huh? I sighed. Must be a different version of a person. I sighed. "Nice outfit, Noire." She blushed and turned her head to the side. "O-of course it's nice, i-idiot! I picked it out myself!" she retorted. "A--anyways I have to take you to Histoire, since you're not on record. Come wirh me!"

She grabbed my arm and started to drag me to the city. I simply began to walk with her, matching her pace. She began to walk faster. I simply allowed her to be faster at this point. Let her exhaust herself if she wants to, I say. Not very long after, we reach the city center. A futuristic vibe surrounded the city.

We soon reached the elevator, and Noire and I walked in. She feverishly pressed a button, and we began to ascend. She avoided direct eye contact with me, making it pratically impossible to hold a direct conversation with her. So I waited silently. Soon the metal doors creaked open, and we stepped out.

The Megadimension version of Noire grabbed me by the arm and dragged me down the hall. I soon found myself in the custody of this dimension's Histoire. She looked a bit younger in comparison to the living tomb I'm aquainted to, but in most aspects, almost the same person. She was talking to someone when I walked in.

"You better start shaping up and doing something, or so help me, I swear I'm gonna- Huh?" She glanced over to me. "So you're the boy Plutia's been moaning in her sleep about." she sighed. I swore Plutia almost hit the floor. She rushed over to me in the most out-of-character move. "Where have you been? I've been so worried!" she said aloud.

Footsteps echoed down the hall as this dimension's Vert stepped into the room. She squealed when she saw me, embracing me in a tight hug. "This is the boy! He's so cuuuuuuute!" I sighed softly. The megadimension Histoire shook her head.

Vert giggled. "I'm so adopting you! Now I'm your big sister!" she suggested playfully. I decided on something else to call her. "Can I call you... Mama Vert?" I ask. Suddenly I hear a growl. I turn around and I am met with a very angry looking Megadimension-version Blanc.

But she didn't do anything. I saw her begin to take slow breaths. She soon calmed down. Vert is the opposite. Her cheeks are a brilliant red, and she giggled softly. Histoire sighed. "So, you need to get back to your dimension as soon as possible." I nodded.

I then saw the other Noire turn around and sit on the couch. I decided to step outside with the other Histoire. She glanced at me. "You are one strange boy." she inquired. "Well, anyways, it is only fitting to get you back as quickly as possible. Opening the portal- now!" Once again, I was falling. And I landed hard on my back.

When I got up, I saw everyone looking quite suprised. Neptune spoke up first. "That was fast." I told them of my findings.

Their cheerful expressions slowly turned to those of horror. Histoire sighed. "For crying out loud!" she growled. "Why won't our dimension's Arfoire stay dead?" Nepgear sighs. "Guess it's time to prepare Gehaburn."

She took me to the elevator and soon we were heading down to the vaults. As I stepped in, I was taken back by the vaults. The vaults were made of fifty percent concrete, fifty percent titanium, built to withstand something much stronger than a CPU. With millitairy-grade encoding, the vault was pretty much impregnatable. The vault only opens in broad daylight, when the base is at it's most guarded.

Nepgear took me to one of the vaults and swiped her card. It was after noon, so clearly, it wasn't going to open. Alas, the door creaked open. She giggled. "I have my ways." Nepgear remarked, as we stepped into the vault. The Gehaburn sat on the pedistal, surrounded by a forcefield. She put her hand through it and pulled the sword out of the forcefield. She holstered it on her back, putting it into a custom scabbard made for it.

I then heard crashing as alarms blared. Someone had broken into one of the vaults! I ran to the entrance, where I saw CFW Magic hammering at the vault. Three strides later and my fist was slammed into Magic's face. She flew backwards into the wall. I was going to kick her ass this time! But she flew off, through the gaping hole in the side of the building.

"Coward!" I roared, shaking with anger. Nepgear sighed. "She's running." It didn't take long for the others to come running. That's when I spot it- a huge dragon wreaking havoc outside. I launched myself out of the building, activating my suit as I soared towards the dragon. Unsheathing Gehaburn, it glowed with power. I landed on the dragon, and I sliced with the sword.

"YAAAH!" Red light burst forth, with sounds of flesh meeting blade filled the air. With one slash, I had landed a fatal wound. The spiked dragon fell, as I watched a Red Nation battleship flee. As I watched, the dragon fell to the earth. Quickly, I began slicing it up as my party approached. "What are you doing?" asked Noire. I answered quickly. "Dragon fillets sell very well in Leanbox." She sighed in response. "Whatever." I would put the meat on the market as soon as possible.