Spacebar Second Stage
by Jemu Nekketsu
Episode 9: Feels like SRWOG
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the anime or manga or game or movie characters and copyrights making an appearance in this work.
"THIS pile ought to be enough," Evang thought as he sheathed the Arataka. If Sakura or any of the Shinguji clan saw what they did to their prized heirloom, they'd chase him to hell. "I'll burn that bridge when I get there." He began to gather the firewood, using a little bit of 'cheating' - telekinesis - to emulate more hands. "Good thing my TK arms are invisible, otherwise I'd look like a tentacle beast. An industrious, tentacle beast lumberjack."
The labor warmed him, the enchantments the sword had made cutting wood as easy as parting flesh. Of course, some of those enchantments were his, temporary ones albeit. The idea of making the Arataka into a one-time vibro-katana was sheer genius, as it increased efficiency a lot with just the least expenditure of his own magical reserve. He did have to stand and think of what to do with the sword for a few minutes, until he saw his chilled hand quiver, causing the length of the blade to do the same. That was where he got the idea.
Evang smiled as he neared the cabin, imagining Sariko's surprise and anger when she found out that she couldn't break the cloth strips binding her. Things are finally going to get hot in the middle of this blizzard.
"I still don't get the principle behind this vibro-blade weapons," Gai complained.
Seiya smirked. "I need a tuning fork and some water and some sugar cubes, Jemu-san."
Jemu produced the required items, interested in how Seiya would explain to the Three Gunned Men how vibro weapons operated. He made the tuning fork extra large, about a foot long.
"Alright. Kaji, please make a tower out of sugar cubes. However, you can only put half the base of one on top of another. It's like making a staircase but you double back every other cube."
Kaji did so, making a structure 6 inches high.
"Now, Gai, I want you to stretch out your hand."
Gai did so, wondering what the old man was up to. Seiya said nothing, just struck the tuning fork on the belly of a nearby Better Machine, producing a sound similar to a large bronze bowl being struck by a small piece of wood. Then he held the fork close to Gai's palm.
"Y-y-yeow-w!"
"What you just felt was the vibrations produced by the tuning fork, Gai. What did it feel like?"
"Like someone was doing something with my flesh and bones inside my hand."
"Hmm. Let's see what these vibrations can do to Kaji's tower, then."
Seiya repeated the sounding process, and held the fork close to, but not touching, the tower. The sugar cubes readily fell out of position, causing Tsukumo to sit up and take notice.
"Now, we try to see what it does to water in a glass."
The water danced like it was in an earthquake when the fork was brought onto the side of the glass. It sputtered violently when the fork was dipped into the water itself.
"Jemu-san, do you have a holo-vid of how ultrasound kidney treatments work?"
"Sure." Jemu took over the lecture then.
Evang closed the cabin door, letting his TK appendages do it for him. He could feel Sariko's eyes on him as he lined the fireplace with firewood. When he was satisfied that the blaze he created wouldn't burn out as soon as he created it, he picked up a glaring Sariko and put her some distance away. "Just in case," Evang replied.
Evang closed his eyes, reaching into his mind for the Transmutation spell pattern. He had to let go of the Binding Grasp to do it, but since he had Sariko tied up, literally, priority went to his own survival. He began to chant, flame-like energy pooling around his feet and spiraling slowly upward.
Sariko lay on her back, watching intently. Evang had had a lot of opportunity to kill her. She remembered passing out as she hit the floor and everything exploded. She didn't expect to wake up and find herself tied upand gagged like a model in an ecchi magazine. "Maybe he'll kill me after he's had his sick, perverted fun with me," she thought, noting that the anti-demon sword was around his waist.
With a final rushed whisper, he stretched out both arms to the fireplace, sending the gathered energy toward it. His energy came into contact with ghost flame, and where the two touched, bright light came. Soon, the fireplace was aglow, then the whole room. Sariko closed her eyes against the brightness.
A loud thunderclap forced them open and closed again. It sounded like lightning just struck something or someone inside the room. She prayed it struck a certain six-foot tall, red-and-black cloaked pervert wizard. She opened her eyes slowly, praying to see charred bondage freak remains on the floor.
No such luck.
Evang dropped to his knees, clutching his head. He forgot that Energy Conversion was a Transmute type spell, not an Evoke/Invoke, and thus entailed backlash for him because it was 1)a huge, 2)mana-consuming, 3)spell that was not of his specialization. The rush of the arcane pattern and the energy leaving him left him drained and strained, yet somehow, he felt strangely alive. It was like blood flowing back into a limb that had fallen asleep, but not quite.
Sariko felt the room began to heat up, and shivered. A man who could do that to ghost-flame? She tested the strips of cloth, which she now recognized as from her own robes, hoping that the enchantment on them was dependent on the caster's reserves of energy. They held firm, and to her horror, she felt them contrict by a fraction of an inch. She was in trouble now.
She turned as he heard him sigh, then gasped, the sound muffled by the cloth gagging her, as Evang took his cloak off to reveal nothing underneath, save for some scars that she knew were from her own nails.
"Yes, they're yours."
Sariko stiffened. He could read minds too?
"Yes. Between me and Jemu, I am the one blessed with more raw power, but he's got more creativity. If we had the same powers and amounts of it, the only difference would be that Jemu wouldn't need this," he said, holding up the tome in one hand, "He'd figure out new things to be done that I've yet to read into. Maybe some things that the book does not even contain, like how to convert a demoness back to humanity without risking blood."
Evang snapped a finger, and the gag in her mouth fell away. He turned just in time to see Sariko wetting her parched lips with her pink tongue, and he groaned. He took a long look at her, bound, indecently covered by an abbreviated robe, and he groaned again, reaching down to adjust the front of his long trousers.
"Omigod, you're really sick. You're really into this bondage stuff, aren't you?"
He chuckled. "Well, someone once said, 'With great power comes great perversity.' You're looking at demi-god material, baby, or at the very least, campfire tales stuff."
"I'm looking at a sicko who likes to tie women up, then leer and jeer at them."
"You forgot one thing, my sweet," he chuckled at the misnomer. "Your sentence should have been, 'I'm looking at a naked, aroused sicko who likes to tie women up, then leer and jeer at them.'" The sound of his boots, then his trousers hitting the floor seemed to punctuate his words.
Sariko looked, then turned away, wishing she hadn't looked. He was wearing nothing more than socks and a monster straining in his underwear. "Do it, and kill me afterwards then!" she cried out, closing her eyes.
His next words snapped her eyes open, "And end your suffering immediately? Surely you jest."
Sariko recognized those words, from when she had drank from him after getting infuriated with him. (SHAMELESS PLUG: SEE EPISODE 6.) She risked another look, and gasped.
He was at her feet, totally naked now, a finger tracing idle patterns on the top side of her foot. She quickly withdrew her feet away from his reach, realizing her mistake almost immediately, as he simply crawled closer on all fours, pushed her bound ankles away from the back of her thighs, pressed her knees to her shoulders and held them there by placing an arm across the back of both.
She almost burst into futile tears as she realized how exposed she was to him and his depravations. She did, though, when he changed his position, keeping her in the same, and flicked his tongue at her most private place, crying out. "NO! PLEASE, NO!"
Evang ignored her and kept to what he was doing, alternating between licking the folds and probing the depths of the wonderful smelling flower in front of his face. Nectar soon began to flow, and he knew that Sariko could feel it, and that it was against her will but nothing she could do about. The knowledge filled him with glee. He could control her in such a base way. It was going to be a sweet revenge, almost as sweet as the nectar he was lapping up busily, greedily.
"STOP! Stop it, please!" Sariko cried out, tears flowing, as her traitorous body entered a vicious cycle of producing her nectar faster, causing the man between her legs to lick and slurp with even more vigor, triggering the release of more of her fluids. What sorcery was this? "I hate you!"
The tongue on her, or rather, in her, stilled. Sariko shivered, wondering if he would kill her now, realizing that she did not want to die now, or any other day.
A heavy, sharp silence filled the room. She felt the bonds on her weaken, and she quickly tore them, fueled by shame and rage, then covered herself with her hands and moved back away from him. Then she saw his eyes. They had changed from their usual black-brown to a shocking deep red, a color that was familiar to her.
It was the same color of her eyes after she had drunk blood, especially blood heated by lovemaking.
He had not moved from his position on the floor, just remained there on his knees, staring at her, no readable expression on his face. His eyes closed, then opened. They were still red, and with their re-opening some things seemed to rise from his back. Long, sinuous, red tendrils of varying thickness. They swayed like grasses in the breeze, lulling her to relax. Slowly, he rose to his feet and slowly made his way towards her.
She wasn't by any means stupid. What was the only sane thing to do when a naked, horny, tentacled wizard was making a beeline for a luscious female such as herself? What else, but turning tail and getting out of there as fast as her legs could carry her.
It would have worked, had not the red tentacles shot out with the speed of striking snakes, the pulsating members finding their mark (and curiously, assuming a flight pattern) akin to homing missiles. Sariko's wrists, ankles, and thighs were once again captured, this time by appendages of ruby light. To her horror, she could not break free, and began to panic as she was lifted off the floor and slowly reeled in to the tentacles' owner.
She was quivering, he noticed. From fear, anger, or something else entirely, he did not know. Using bands of telekinetic force (which he tinged red with a little cantrip just to make them visible) he lifted her, until he was eye level with her generous bosom. He saw her breasts rise and fall with every breath she took, and under his watchful stare he saw her nipples peak. "So, am I to believe you like it rough," he asked, "or is it because of these?" He waved a few of his 'tentacles' in her face, and to his surprise, he heard her whimper in her throat.
What was happening to her? Sariko thought. She was floating above the ground, spread out and exposed to this man's gaze, and soon, unless she mistook the red eyes looking at her breasts and thighs with lust, his touch. Mustering the courage to assume a haughty expression, she sought to make him angry. She would rather die than give herself to him in passion; she at least had that much pride left, though her humanity had been eroded a long time ago. "You would rape me then, to satisfy your need or revenge, and afterwards, what then? Will you kill me, or keep me as your whore?"
"Why not? Killing off a pretty little thing is something I have a lot of difficulty doing, especially if that pretty little thing has things such as these," he replied lazily, his hands going around her tiny waist, then sliding upwards to cup her breasts. At the same time, he pulled her a little lower and a little closer, so his now aching erection was at the entrance of her warmth. "Really, your loss would be a such a crying shame."
She gasped as the tentacles holding her pushed her down onto his throbbing penis, her mind screaming futilely against the invasion even as her walls clenched in reflex to stop the progress of his manhood, which had the totally unwanted effect of giving both of them immense pleasure.
In a dim recess of Evang's mind, a voice was telling him that this was cheating, that his tentacles weren't natural like a Shikima world denizen, but Evang largely paid it no heed. He busied his hands and mouth (plus some other appendages that we need not mention) with Sariko's body, and soon both of their moans filled the interior of the cabin.
He sent a pulse of psi energy at Sariko, a probe, and sighed as he found that despite all the pleasurable sensations cascading over both of them right now, she was still cursedly coherent enough to take a stand of No, she didn't like this one bit, never mind my moaning. He wanted to kiss her, to do with his tongue to her mouth what his penis was doing to her vagina. At this rate, he thought wryly, I'm liable to have my tongue bitten of. He remembered vividly how sharp her teeth were.
Reluctantly lifting Sariko off his still erect member, Evang sent a tentacle out to take the tome and bring it to him. Dispatching more tentacles, he soon had the book propped in mid-air, using another pair to flip the pages. One particular tentacle was giving off more light than the others, which he was using as a night light.
He didn't forget her, though, for his hands were still on her breasts, squeezing, kneading, playing with her nipples, and a thick red tentacle was, for the time being, subbing in for his cock. A slightly smaller tentacle was doing a slow, thorough exploration of her ass cheeks, and the cleft in between. Especially the cleft in between, and whatever was to be found in its depths.
Sariko's rhythmic moaning resumed, which made for wonderful background music for Evang as he re-memorized the casting pattern for Binding Grasp. Not so long, now. Evang smiled to himself, just as Sariko released a high-pitched moan.
"DUDE, are you oaky?"
Jemu looked up from where he was kneeling on the floor, his head bent, his body doubled over. "Does it sound like I'm fucking okay?"
"Why don't you take a break, and we'll see about getting your project through."
"Thanks, Uri-P. Sorry 'bout this."
"Nah. You get rid of that huge migraine and come back ASAP, ok?"
"Sure." Jemu made his way out of the hangar.
"Take care, man!"
"Don't fall on your face!"
He directed the Quickdoor to his quarters, instantaneously reappearing over his bed. He fell onto the airbed, bounced once, then settled down. Something was happening, no, had happened to Evang. He couldn't feel him anymore, not like when he was recovering and his soul was in limbo. Back then Jemu knew where his clone's soul was, but now - he couldn't describe it. It was like it was there one moment, and gone in the next. He knew Evang was alive - he would have started manifesting fire and lightning and light if Evang had died, the strange powers he had seeking out the most compatible host, crossing time and space to do so. If it couldn't move to get him, it would lie dormant, until he came within range, where it would flow into him in a violent surge, possibly killing him if he wasn't prepared, mentally and physically, for it.
"I have you now! It's payback time, you big jerk!"
"Sada, not now, I have this terrible headache..."
Even in his pain-addled state, he managed to grin at how appropriate his comment was, and how it was he, the man, that was saying it.
And like your typical inconsiderate man, Sada-chan was having none of it. "I've heard that one before! So, it's a headache this time, not a cold, huh?" She placed her hands on her waist and glared at the man on the bed. "I don't care, I'm having my revenge, and this is the perfect opportunity to do so!"
"Could you, like, wait for another time to suck my soul out of my cock with your pussy? Like, when I can fight back or at least evade you?"
Sada held an index finger to her chin, as if in thought, then answered sweetly, "No."
Jemu groaned. "I was afraid of that. Have a heart, will you?"
"Have a heart he says. Ha! As if you had one when you took advantage of my belief that you had amnesia and had me servicing you up and down the place!"
"I wouldn't have done it if you didn't plan on brainwashing me in the first place! Talk about taking advantage!"
"Enough talk!" Moving with unholy haste, Sada began to strip Jemu's boots, socks, pants, and briefs. He tried to stay her hands but was chagrined at the ease with which she swatted them away, as if they were mere flies. Soon, she had his lower half bare.
"Is there any way I could dissuade you from doing what you're about to do next and placing me under your domination? How about a deal? We split control over the Spacebar fifty-fifty, how's that?"
Sada fumbled with her skirts, and they slithered off her hips and thighs with a whisper, pooling around Jemu's legs. Jemu gasped as he saw how ready Sada was to go through with her plan, and despite his will, he felt himself begin to react, blood flowing downwards away from his brain and into a certain part of him.
She reached down for him, wrapping her fingers around his semi-turgid length. Immediately, it sprang to full form in her hand, causing Jemu to groan. She shifted forward on her knees on the bed, leaning down to whisper to him, "I don't give a damn about controlling your little bar, I want to control YOU. Sorry, no deal." With that, she sat back, hard, on his lap, her hand around him aiming his entry with perfect accuracy.
She laughed as she sensed his mind and spirit scramble to some basic, hasty defensive formation against attack. Sada smiled. She was going to enjoy this. The coming confrontation wouldn't be a siege; siege was to powerful a term to apply to a cat playing with a ball of yarn.
EVANG reveled in the feelings coursing through him. He was lying on his firebeast cloak in front of the fire, running his hands all over Sariko's back, sides, and bottom as her tongue introduced itself to his. He groaned as his manhood was squeezed by the walls of her warm, moist sheath, knowing that she could feel the effect she was having on him.
Their breaths mingled, courtesy of the connection of their lips to each other's. Their thoughts swirled between their collective consciousness otherwise known as a mind link, courtesy of Evang's Binding Grasp.
"Right now, it's me that's in a binding grasp. So who's got whom?" Evang thought, knowing full well that Sariko would pick it up. He had planned on it.
Sariko did pick up the thought, breaking their kiss to give him a naughty grin and another squeeze. Growling, Evang pushed himself up, rolling on top of her. He took the back of her knees, pushed them all the way to her shoulders, and began thrusting back and forth. His length grazed her clitoris as it slid in and out of her, subjecting Sariko to one continuous orgasm against which she could not, would not, resist. For her part, she clamped down, clenching as tightly as she can around him to maximize the pleasure for both of them. It seemed to work, for their shouts of completion, rose and twined as one again, as they did so countless times earlier.
Sated, both wanting more but knowing their bodies needed some rest if they were to enjoy these moments anew, Evang rolled onto his back again, whereupon Sariko held herself as close to him as possible. Placing a possessive hand on her nape and another across her butt cheeks, he dozed, she doing the same not far behind.
"It's going to be a beautiful morning tomorrow," was his last thought before finally drifting off.
SADA-CHAN was dismayed, looking down at Jemu's shrunken member.
It was going well on all fronts. She decided to toy with him, planning to relish the moment, and was unpleasantly informed of the fact that- well, how should she put it- Jemu was prone to first strike syndrome. No sense in sugar-coating the truth.
The SpaceBar's resident mad scientist was a premature ejaculator. How she had missed knowing when she 'nursed' him back to full health escaped her, but there it was. "Curses! Foiled again!" She summoned a well, and disappeared into it.
Jemu heaved a sigh of relief for two reasons. One: his soul and his will was no longer in immediate danger of being sucked out of him, via oral or penile passages. Two: he could pull off a very realistic impression of a premature ejaculator with all attendant effects. It would be the first in history, that a man's soul was saved because of coming too quickly when having sex.
He sobered quickly, realizing that his reputation was now in ruins should Sada-chan decide to spread word of this event. Granted there were only two women other than Sada aboard the SpaceBar, but each of them kept contact and communication with a larger group of females, and both were usually bored with nothing to do. Conditions very conducive for gossiping sessions, Jemu thought wryly.
He turned his attention to the psychic link between himself and his clone. Technically, none of them knew who the original was, so none of them could claim Originality, but the issue didn't bother them that much. By unspoken agreement, they decided to treat each other as a twin brother, and got along well as a result.
The link was now a little bit fuzzy. Jemu scratched his head. The fuzziness didn't feel like a bad kind of fuzz, as if someone or something was actively 'jamming' it. It was a fuzziness brought about by extreme feeling of relaxation on Evang's end, which was a good thing. Jemu remembered a time when Evang had gotten really pissed off at something - he was talking to Gai then, who was being stupid as usual, and he wanted very much to take a pistol and shoot him again. He thought he hid it, but Gai asked him why he was shivering so, and if he had a fever. This time, though, was very different.
He knew that whatever Evang was doing, he was getting real high with it. He smiled. Nothing like getting a second-hand high via psychic link to get a man's mind off his worries. A little voice inside his head was telling him that he would have to deal decisively with Sada sooner or later, but he paid it no heed.
HE was brought to wakefulness by the sensation of wet warmth squeezing his morning wood. Evang opened his eyes and looked down his body. His lower half was nowhere to be seen under an undulating mass of silky white hair. As if realizing that he was awake and aware, the white mass stopped bobbing up and down, and his member was released from its wonderful prison. He felt bereft immediately.
"Good morning," Sariko greeted him as she sat back on her heels, hands in her lap.
Sitting up in such a way that he was close to her, Evang grasped Sariko's shoulders and pulled her in for a long kiss, his left hand sliding to her breast while his right moved to the junction of her legs, their tongues dueling with each other. When they parted for air, Evang replied, "Good morning to you too, sexy."
"I like your good morning better," she replied saucily. She climbed into his lap and put her arms around his neck, gazing up at him.
"Know something? I do, too." He leaned down to rain gentle kisses on her face, while his hands stroked her back and hair. He couldn't believe his luck. Sometime in the long, long night, he had forgotten to maintain his Binding Grasp over Sariko, probably when he was on his knees behind her and she was on all fours and they were going at it like rabbits. Admittedly, it was kinda pathetic of him to place a mind-control enchantment on Sariko just so she wouldn't bite off whatever body part he had in close proximity with her sharp teeth, but it was all he could think of at the moment. So his "wake-up call" came as a wonderful surprise to him; he was expecting to feel teeth and pain, or worse loss AND pain.
And now he had just finished French-kissing her. His tongue felt whole.
With a sigh, he pulled himself and Sariko up. With one last peck, he put her away from him and said, "The storm's over. Let's go."
"Go? Where? And in case you haven't noticed, we'd freeze to death the moment we step out of this cabin, blizzard or no blizzard, thanks to you."
"Ah- You're referring to our clothing, yes?"
"It doesn't take a sage or an alchemist to figure it out."
"Luckily for us, I am both."
"... Will you just please get us some clothes that will save us from hypothermia?"
"Just curious. How come you survived, when all you had on was that robe?"
"I got lucky and found the cabin before the storm hit. My turn. How did you find this cabin?"
Evang noticed that she didn't say "How did you find me." Curious, he thought. "Would you believe I had a little outside help?"
"Just summon those clothes, will you?"
"I'll do better than that. I'll create them."
"And the episode has just become SpaceBar Fashion Emergency."
"Keep that up and you'll find yourself wearing a thermal thong."
AFTER a few minutes of bickering, followed by a few minutes of sitting down, ("I told you, I'm not specialized in creating stuff with my power, I specialize in calling power and blasting stuff with it.") the two were ready to go whereever it was Evang had planned for them to go.
"Where exactly do you want to go?" Sariko asked.
"Well, I figured since where in 1926 Japan right now, I'll go and return this here sacred relic to its guardians. I've already purged it of whatever taint it was that caused Sakura to go berserk super robot-style, so it should be safe for her to hold it again."
"And how do you propose we get there?"
"Simple: we ride."
"We ride."
"Yes."
"Ride what? The snow?"
"No. Not the snow, but what lies beneath the snow."
So saying, he knelt and touched the snow-covered turf. He muttered and incantation, and the ground began to shake.
"Are you crazy? You're going to bring down the mountains down on our heads!" Sariko exclaimed, tugging on Evang's arm.
"Quiet. I know what I'm doing," he replied, before continuing with his chant.
Despite Sariko's fears, no avalanche came. There was now, however, a raised platform of packed earth, coming to about knee-high, easily mountable with a small hop. It was oblong in shape, five feet long and three feet across at its widest. Evang hopped aboard, then turned to face Sariko, who was eyeing him and the construct warily.
"I've always wanted to try snowboarding," Evang said by way of explanation.
Sariko didn't budge, just raised an elegant eyebrow.
"C'mon, where's your sense of adventure?"
"I left it with my humanity."
"Fraidy-cat!"
"Am not! I'm just sensible!"
"Taking this sled down the mountain IS sensible. There's no one around to notice us, anyway, and it sure beats walking."
"But it doesn't have seats."
"What do I look like, a sculptor? If I was one, believe me, I wouldn't be making stupid potions in my lab to sell to gullible people out there, I'd be creating an army of golems and take over worlds!"
AXEL and Lamia eventually find their way back to the Main Lounge. Jemu greets them, not stopping in his chore of polishing the glassware, and eavesdropping on their conversation.
"I still say we ought to be on the next Super Robot Wars Original Generation game."
"I'm all for that too, as long as it's not on the Game Station 2."
"Why not?"
"I don't like the idea of zillions of fanboys drooling all over the world as you execute your hissatsu attacks."
"Wha-? I don't get it."
"Maybe this will help?" BOS piped in, bringing up a viewscreen which was showing a part of the SRW Alpha 2 opening video (the one where the original characters are shown, somewhere near the end).
Axel stared at the video and grinned, his head bobbing up and down as he watched.
Lamia stared, horrified, at the video, and noticing Axel's reaction, whapped him on the back of the head, sending him off his stool and onto the floor.
BOS killed the video and the viewscreen vanished. Isn't Nadesico technology wonderful?
Everyone in the Main Lounge glared at the Narrator.
Narrator: Ok, ok, I'll cut out on the side comments. Yeesh. You'd think I'd installed hidden cameras in the women's room, the way they glared. (Grumbles.)
Axel recovered first. "See? Only it won't just be me, but millions of faceless, brainless fanboys who don't have lives doing it as well. And that's something I'll never stand for."
"You- your really care if other people see me bouncing around?" Lamia asked.
"Of course! What do you take me for? I take care of what's mine, or what has been entrusted to me."
"I- I don't know what to say."
"Say you'll NOT accept the project if it's for the Game Station 2."
"Axel, aren't you over-reacting? I mean, the second SRWOG might be for the Game Station Advance. No chance of bouncing there," except for fighting games, Jemu added silently.
"Hunh," Axel grunted, still not convinced. "Say, where's your clone?"
"Who knows? But wherever he is, he's having a lot of fun."
Evang wasn't having fun at the moment, unless you count being baited as fun.
"I told you this sled of yours was a bad idea, but did you listen to me? No!"
"Hey, it was fun while it lasted, right?"
"If I didn't know better," Sariko slanted her eyes, "You didn't put any 'seats' on that thing just so you could have my arms wrapped around you and my chest against your back."
"Was it so horrible for you, then?" Evang asked with a raised eyebrow, causing a red line to appear across Sariko's cheeks.
"That's not the point! All that your sled managed to do was get us out of the mountains. Now that we're on level land, what do we do?"
"Hmm. We can't sled anymore because there's no slope. I guess we have no choice but to teleport to the Imperial Theater."
Sariko exploded. "Then why didn't we do so in the first place?!"
"Well, I wanted to feel the thrill of surfing down a mountain with you clinging to me, and boy was it awesome!"
"Why you-!"
"Besides, I needed the bearings for the Imperial Theater, and I was communing with the earth while we were sliding downhill."
"Which is probably why we had such a bad stop at the bottom, I'm guessing."
"Hmph. I was right. You are more than a cute face and a great body, you have a brain too."
"I also have these," Sariko offered, extending her claws for Evang to see, then made a mock lunge at him.
He easily sidestepped, catching her wrist and pulling her to him with fluid movements. "Behave," he whispered huskily.
"Meow."
"I don't believe this," he thought, "we're on the side of a country road, and I'm thinking of fornicating with her here and now."
She reached up with her free hand and ran her nails lightly from the base of his neck down to the small of his back. "Purr."
He shivered, but not from the cold. To defuse the sexual tension, he quipped, "Funny, I don't see any ears growing out the top of your head."
"Maybe I'm hiding my tail under all these clothes. Wanna look or it?"
"That's it. We're teleporting, now. Stay close."
"Okay!" Sariko wrapped her arms around him and held tight.
BACK at the Main Lounge, a lively discussion was taking place, which was strange since no one was tanked yet.
"The thing I've noticed is," Jemu began, "Very few women die in anime. Agreed?"
"That statement ought to be ammended to 'Very few women die in anime that I've seen,'" Ayame replied, taking a sip of her tea.
"Granted. Then again, very few anime actually show women dying in the course of the episode or the entirety of the film."
"Well, there was the first Rei who got strangled," Kaji offered.
"Who's Rei?" Gai asked. Tsukumo nodded as well, wanting to hear the answer too.
"She's one of Shinji's 'playmates,' remember? We used to tease him with, 'Alright, Shinji, what - or WHO - did you do this time?'"
"Oh. Wait, do you mean there was a Rei before the one we met?" Tsukumo asked.
"And is Jemu going to pull her in here as well?" Gai asked shrewdly.
All eyes fell on Jemu. "I wouldn't mind another female here," Ayame began.
"If you watched End of Evangelion, Misato also died, right?" Kaji added.
"Hmm," was all Jemu said.
The doors opened, admitting Axel and Lamia. "Banpresto had better not look this way too closely, pardon the pun," Axel quipped.
"Eh? What do you mean, Axel?" Jemu asked.
"We paid a visit to the hangar, and saw your Better Machines," Lamia replied. "They're not copies of the Saotome robots."
"They're not!? Then what are they?" Tsukumo asked, incredulous.
"They're R-series rip-offs," Axel stated baldly. "Which makes them rip-offs of borederline copyright infringement cases."
"R-series?" Gai asked, "Why didn't I hear of them before?"
"The R-series is a set of three robots, each capable of holding their own against fast or tough enemies, but have an added bonus of combining into one ugly, big-assed harbringer of doom," Lamia explained.
"R-1, R-2, and R-3 make up the Super Robot Experimental. A fourth R-unit, the R-GUN, can be thought of as an add-on member - welcome but not necessary. Unlike the R-1, the R-GUN has limited transformation, but is deadly enough for the duration that it does. It transforms into a Personal Trooper-sized gun - note that I didn't say PT-use gun - in order to use the Metal Genocider, which is far deadlier than most PT weapons. In fact, you could say that the transformed R-GUN is the Metal Genocider cannon.
"In short, engaging the 4 R-units fighting as one would be trying to take down a Super Robot with a portable Satellite Cannon," Axel concluded.
Axel looked around, and saw everyone but Lamia snoring. She began to applaud, then said, "I like the sound of your voice. It reminds me of James Bond."
"Which one?"
"Eh? How many James Bonds are there?"
"I forgot. Ask Ian Fleming."
Elsewhere...
"AH-CHOO!"
"AH-CHOO!"
"AH-CHOO!"
Judo looked at the D-Team. "Are you three alright?"
"I think so," Light said cautiously. "Ken? Tapp?"
"Somebody was probably using us in a reference," Ken reasoned.
"Well, at least someone remembers us from SRW Advance," Tapp sighed.
A red klaxon flashed to life, cutting whatever comments they all had coming. "Oh, the intermission's over, guys," Judo announced.
"Back to work, then."
Japanese Imperial Theater, 1926
"We're here," Evang announced. Sariko looked around.
"Mmm. Nice place."
"We'll just leave the sword on their doorstep, invisible to all except to Sakura or Ichiro."
"But what if someone trips on it?"
"That's why I have this camera with me, and with an invisibility spell- ow!"
"You're bad!"
"Shhh! I hear someone coming!" Evang quickly threw the invisibility spell over himself and Sariko.
The front doors were thrown open, and Kanna stretched, declaring, "This is such a wonderful winter morning! Not too chilly, some sun, and the snow isn't runny yet! Speaking of runny, that's what I'll do, I'll run for a couple of miles and be back before breakfast. Yah!"
With another full body stretch, Kanna bounded out the door - and tripped down the few steps to the sod. Sariko winced in sympathy.
"That's gotta hurt, right?"
"I bet she's been hurt worse in fighting demon-thingies. Still, that's a rather soft spot, even for a female martial artist."
Kanna groaned as she dusted herself off. "Ow. At least no one saw that, and thank Kami-sama that Sumire wasn't around."
"Kanna? What happened to you?"
"Ohgami-san!"
"I realize your eagerness to be outside after being cooped up the past few days because of the snow and doing nothing but waltz lessons, but do you have to kiss the ground?"
Kanna stood to her full height, towering a good half foot over Ichiro. "I wasn't doing anything of the sort! I-"
"Tripped on something?"
"I'm not about to admit anything of the sort!"
"Huh. No matter, because you tripped over this." Ichiro bent and picked up the burlap sack on the step.
"Eh? That wasn't there before," Kanna wondered aloud.
"So you say." He reached into the sack, felt a hilt, and paused, causing Kanna to take notice. "Ohgami-san, what is it?"
Ichiro pulled it out, revealing the sheathed Arataka, letting the sack fall to the ground unnoticed. He hefted it - it was a sword, at any rate, judging from the weight and balance. His thoughts played along the lines of pulling it out of the sheath and taking a few practice swipes. Should he? After all, what harm could it do?
He gripped the hilt, and slowly freed the blade from the scabbard, a slight ring coming from the metal as it pulled away of its protective confines. The balance was perfect, just as a master-made sword was expected to be; wrapping both hands around the hilt he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to go through the motions of the Itto-ryu sword technique.
Kanna watched the man and blade moving as one, cutting down some errant snowflakes that decided at that moment to make the scene more dramatic by falling from their clouds. She was aware of another person being a captive audience to the displat before her. "Great day today, ne, Sakura-chan?"
"Kanna? How were you able to tell that it was me before I even spoke?"
"It's your scent, silly."
"My scent? But I don't wear any perfume!"
"Exactly. Snake-woman's violet cloud would arrive two minutes before her, as with Orihime's scented powders. You don't smell of a child's room, which leaves out Iris-chan, nor of books or oil, like Kohran. Reni and Maria have this very clean, almost holy clean scent about them, though Reni's is more pronounced. And you don't smell of military and starch, not unlike Fujieda-san. That answer your question?"
"Wow, monkey-girl, I never thought I'd hear so livid proof of your lineage. I guess I better think of a new name for you then; calling you monkey-girl would be an honorific, given what I just learned."
Ichiro totally lost himself in the patterns of slashes and hacks, flowing into the final deadly yet deceptively simple movements of the Keito Ragou Ken Ankensatsu. Long vertical slash, step, step, step, stroke, pause for dramatic photo finish as enemy is cut in half. He held the pose for a few more seconds after finishing the whole kata, letting his breathing return to normal. It was then that he heard the sound of clapping.
Such inattention to the surroundings was stupid; even the best sword technique, if the user is unaware of what was happening around him, does not guarantee victory. Feeling his cheeks heat up from annoyance at that particular error of his, he turned to see where the applause was coming from. His eyes bulged as majority of the Hanagumi was hanging around the doorstep - how much had they seen? Feeling sheepish, he sketched a shaky bow, causing the young women to laugh.
"Was that your version of early morning Japanese calisthenics, Ohgami-san?" Orihime asked, raising an elegant eyebrow and smiling a bit at him. "Strange, I thought Cherry-san here would be the one to go for swordplay before breakfast, but you..."
"Were you expecting me to be still abed?"
"Well, it is winter and you being an old man and all..."
Ichiro made a face and started for the group, blade still unsheathed, causing temporary panic among the women. He realized his mistake and slid the sword back in its scabbard, whereupon Sakura noted, "That sheath looks familiar."
She looked at the sword strapped to her waist. Yep, it was the same scabbard, same number of doodads and nicks. "Eh? How could this be?"
Evang, seeing the possible weirdness this could entail, decided to step in. Motioning for Sariko to remain hidden, he adjusted his cloak and made his presence known. "Why, it's simple - one of the swords is a fake, or just a very good copy of the real Arataka."
"EVANG-SAN!" exclaimed the group.
Sakura recovered quickly. "What do you mean, one of these is fake?"
"Like, what else could I mean? One of these is a demon-cutting tool, while the other one is just a pointy wall ornament."
"And you know this because?" Orihime asked, suspicious.
"I had the real Arataka with me for quite a while, cleansing it from all the demonic residue it had acquired through all the battles it's been in. Of course I know which one is real. In fact, you can even ask Sakura-san here what happened one fine day when she tried to demolish a city with it."
To the Hanagumi's amazament, Sakura flushed a little, lending credence to Evang's claim. "I wish I could forget about that... incident."
"I wish I won't," Ichiro quipped, then realized it was the wrong thing to say. Unfortunately, everyone else noticed, and being ignorant of the details of the said incident, demanded to be enlightened immediately. "Now is not the time and place for that," Ichito began, "And it's up to Sakura whether she wants to talk about it or not. I'll respect her decision."
Amid dire mutterings of getting the truth out sooner or later, Evang cleared his throat. "Ah, can we get back to the topic of the real Arataka?"
"You were saying something about one of these being fake?" Maria prodded.
"Oh. Okay, have at thee." Evang pulled of the fastest Demon Summoning I spell ever in the face of fantasy history, calling forth a low level Shikima denizen. "This little bugger can only be harmed by powered attacks - normal steel won't do. Guess what you have to do?"
"Get the hell out of here?" Sumire suggested.
"Huh? Why?" Maria asked.
"Maria-san! Just in case you didn't notice, that's a SHIKIMA over there! Hello?!"
"I figured either Sakura or Ohgami-san would take care of it for us."
Orihime fired an energy blast at the creature, who quickly ducked, leaving its surprised summoner in the line of fire. Evang took it full in the face and was sent tumbling backward.
"Oh my gosh, Orihime, you killed him!" Kanna cried out.
"Wouldn't be a big loss if I did. Besides, aren't authors unkillable?"
Sariko didn't seem to believe that, and moved from the invisible patch of ground she was standing on to rush to Evang's side. "Don't die, please?"
Evang groaned, "I didn't know the Hanagumi had moved from ryoushi crystals to Getter cores."
Meanwhile, the Shikima, driven by base instincts immediately went after Sumire. It leapt this way and that, dodging Orihime's blasts and heading for Sumire simultaneously. "Il demonio e molto rapido! Dios! Rimani!" Orihime cursed.
Sakura and Ichiro waited for the Shikima to pounce again, and when it did they both rushed to intercept it.
"Haja Kensei-!" Sakura cut short her attack sequence, feeling that the power would not come forth from her blade. "Impossible!"
Making a leap of his own, Ichiro brought the Arataka down on the Shikima's neck. "KEITO RAGOOOU KEEEEEEEEENN!!!"
"Scratch one Shikima," Maria noted.
"I'd rather not," Kanna quipped, watching as the detached Shikima head rolled to a stop at her feet, trailing ichor.
Ichiro whipped the sword twice to shake off any blood, and was sheathing the blade when Sumire glomped him. "Shuii-san, you saved me! I shall of course be glad to repay your bravery. Ask anything of me, and I'll give it gladly," she declared with a lascivious wink that not even Sakura could miss.
"ANYTHING?!?!" Maria, Orihime, and Kanna chorused.
"Anything, Sumire?" Ichiro asked in a husky, and seldom used, whisper.
"Anything for you, Shu- ITAI!!!" Sumire broke off with a gasp of pain. She and Ichiro spun to face the cause.
Evang blinked. "Ne, Sariko?"
"Nani?"
"Did I just see Sakura poke Sumire in the buns with the tip of a sword?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Let go of that man, you little hussy! Go play with someone your own age! And you! Aren't you ashamed or robbing the cradle!?" Sakura roared.
"LITTLE HUSSY?! Who are you calling little, you flat-chested old woman!?" Sumire roared back.
Amidst the hurled accusations, glaring eyes, and bared fangs, Ichiro shrank and kept real quiet and unobtrusively took the sword out of Sakura's hands. Sakura let it go without a second thought, more than willing to settle this with her fists.
"Evang-san? Are things always like this, here?" Sariko asked.
"Yeah, I think so. We can go home now, since things seem to be normal here."
"It looks like a circus. Sounds like one too," Sariko noted, as the usual chase began - Ichiro running for cover, Sumire running after him and away from Sakura, Sakura wanting to rip both of them apart with her bare hands, and the rest following just to make sure Sakura doesn't actually succeed in her bloodthirsty plans.
Evang took out his Pocketbook of Town Portal (TM), tore a page and threw it to the ground. A blue, rounded portal of light appeared. "Well, are you going in or not?"
"I'm going."
EOF Yay tapos na!
by Jemu Nekketsu
Episode 9: Feels like SRWOG
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the anime or manga or game or movie characters and copyrights making an appearance in this work.
"THIS pile ought to be enough," Evang thought as he sheathed the Arataka. If Sakura or any of the Shinguji clan saw what they did to their prized heirloom, they'd chase him to hell. "I'll burn that bridge when I get there." He began to gather the firewood, using a little bit of 'cheating' - telekinesis - to emulate more hands. "Good thing my TK arms are invisible, otherwise I'd look like a tentacle beast. An industrious, tentacle beast lumberjack."
The labor warmed him, the enchantments the sword had made cutting wood as easy as parting flesh. Of course, some of those enchantments were his, temporary ones albeit. The idea of making the Arataka into a one-time vibro-katana was sheer genius, as it increased efficiency a lot with just the least expenditure of his own magical reserve. He did have to stand and think of what to do with the sword for a few minutes, until he saw his chilled hand quiver, causing the length of the blade to do the same. That was where he got the idea.
Evang smiled as he neared the cabin, imagining Sariko's surprise and anger when she found out that she couldn't break the cloth strips binding her. Things are finally going to get hot in the middle of this blizzard.
"I still don't get the principle behind this vibro-blade weapons," Gai complained.
Seiya smirked. "I need a tuning fork and some water and some sugar cubes, Jemu-san."
Jemu produced the required items, interested in how Seiya would explain to the Three Gunned Men how vibro weapons operated. He made the tuning fork extra large, about a foot long.
"Alright. Kaji, please make a tower out of sugar cubes. However, you can only put half the base of one on top of another. It's like making a staircase but you double back every other cube."
Kaji did so, making a structure 6 inches high.
"Now, Gai, I want you to stretch out your hand."
Gai did so, wondering what the old man was up to. Seiya said nothing, just struck the tuning fork on the belly of a nearby Better Machine, producing a sound similar to a large bronze bowl being struck by a small piece of wood. Then he held the fork close to Gai's palm.
"Y-y-yeow-w!"
"What you just felt was the vibrations produced by the tuning fork, Gai. What did it feel like?"
"Like someone was doing something with my flesh and bones inside my hand."
"Hmm. Let's see what these vibrations can do to Kaji's tower, then."
Seiya repeated the sounding process, and held the fork close to, but not touching, the tower. The sugar cubes readily fell out of position, causing Tsukumo to sit up and take notice.
"Now, we try to see what it does to water in a glass."
The water danced like it was in an earthquake when the fork was brought onto the side of the glass. It sputtered violently when the fork was dipped into the water itself.
"Jemu-san, do you have a holo-vid of how ultrasound kidney treatments work?"
"Sure." Jemu took over the lecture then.
Evang closed the cabin door, letting his TK appendages do it for him. He could feel Sariko's eyes on him as he lined the fireplace with firewood. When he was satisfied that the blaze he created wouldn't burn out as soon as he created it, he picked up a glaring Sariko and put her some distance away. "Just in case," Evang replied.
Evang closed his eyes, reaching into his mind for the Transmutation spell pattern. He had to let go of the Binding Grasp to do it, but since he had Sariko tied up, literally, priority went to his own survival. He began to chant, flame-like energy pooling around his feet and spiraling slowly upward.
Sariko lay on her back, watching intently. Evang had had a lot of opportunity to kill her. She remembered passing out as she hit the floor and everything exploded. She didn't expect to wake up and find herself tied upand gagged like a model in an ecchi magazine. "Maybe he'll kill me after he's had his sick, perverted fun with me," she thought, noting that the anti-demon sword was around his waist.
With a final rushed whisper, he stretched out both arms to the fireplace, sending the gathered energy toward it. His energy came into contact with ghost flame, and where the two touched, bright light came. Soon, the fireplace was aglow, then the whole room. Sariko closed her eyes against the brightness.
A loud thunderclap forced them open and closed again. It sounded like lightning just struck something or someone inside the room. She prayed it struck a certain six-foot tall, red-and-black cloaked pervert wizard. She opened her eyes slowly, praying to see charred bondage freak remains on the floor.
No such luck.
Evang dropped to his knees, clutching his head. He forgot that Energy Conversion was a Transmute type spell, not an Evoke/Invoke, and thus entailed backlash for him because it was 1)a huge, 2)mana-consuming, 3)spell that was not of his specialization. The rush of the arcane pattern and the energy leaving him left him drained and strained, yet somehow, he felt strangely alive. It was like blood flowing back into a limb that had fallen asleep, but not quite.
Sariko felt the room began to heat up, and shivered. A man who could do that to ghost-flame? She tested the strips of cloth, which she now recognized as from her own robes, hoping that the enchantment on them was dependent on the caster's reserves of energy. They held firm, and to her horror, she felt them contrict by a fraction of an inch. She was in trouble now.
She turned as he heard him sigh, then gasped, the sound muffled by the cloth gagging her, as Evang took his cloak off to reveal nothing underneath, save for some scars that she knew were from her own nails.
"Yes, they're yours."
Sariko stiffened. He could read minds too?
"Yes. Between me and Jemu, I am the one blessed with more raw power, but he's got more creativity. If we had the same powers and amounts of it, the only difference would be that Jemu wouldn't need this," he said, holding up the tome in one hand, "He'd figure out new things to be done that I've yet to read into. Maybe some things that the book does not even contain, like how to convert a demoness back to humanity without risking blood."
Evang snapped a finger, and the gag in her mouth fell away. He turned just in time to see Sariko wetting her parched lips with her pink tongue, and he groaned. He took a long look at her, bound, indecently covered by an abbreviated robe, and he groaned again, reaching down to adjust the front of his long trousers.
"Omigod, you're really sick. You're really into this bondage stuff, aren't you?"
He chuckled. "Well, someone once said, 'With great power comes great perversity.' You're looking at demi-god material, baby, or at the very least, campfire tales stuff."
"I'm looking at a sicko who likes to tie women up, then leer and jeer at them."
"You forgot one thing, my sweet," he chuckled at the misnomer. "Your sentence should have been, 'I'm looking at a naked, aroused sicko who likes to tie women up, then leer and jeer at them.'" The sound of his boots, then his trousers hitting the floor seemed to punctuate his words.
Sariko looked, then turned away, wishing she hadn't looked. He was wearing nothing more than socks and a monster straining in his underwear. "Do it, and kill me afterwards then!" she cried out, closing her eyes.
His next words snapped her eyes open, "And end your suffering immediately? Surely you jest."
Sariko recognized those words, from when she had drank from him after getting infuriated with him. (SHAMELESS PLUG: SEE EPISODE 6.) She risked another look, and gasped.
He was at her feet, totally naked now, a finger tracing idle patterns on the top side of her foot. She quickly withdrew her feet away from his reach, realizing her mistake almost immediately, as he simply crawled closer on all fours, pushed her bound ankles away from the back of her thighs, pressed her knees to her shoulders and held them there by placing an arm across the back of both.
She almost burst into futile tears as she realized how exposed she was to him and his depravations. She did, though, when he changed his position, keeping her in the same, and flicked his tongue at her most private place, crying out. "NO! PLEASE, NO!"
Evang ignored her and kept to what he was doing, alternating between licking the folds and probing the depths of the wonderful smelling flower in front of his face. Nectar soon began to flow, and he knew that Sariko could feel it, and that it was against her will but nothing she could do about. The knowledge filled him with glee. He could control her in such a base way. It was going to be a sweet revenge, almost as sweet as the nectar he was lapping up busily, greedily.
"STOP! Stop it, please!" Sariko cried out, tears flowing, as her traitorous body entered a vicious cycle of producing her nectar faster, causing the man between her legs to lick and slurp with even more vigor, triggering the release of more of her fluids. What sorcery was this? "I hate you!"
The tongue on her, or rather, in her, stilled. Sariko shivered, wondering if he would kill her now, realizing that she did not want to die now, or any other day.
A heavy, sharp silence filled the room. She felt the bonds on her weaken, and she quickly tore them, fueled by shame and rage, then covered herself with her hands and moved back away from him. Then she saw his eyes. They had changed from their usual black-brown to a shocking deep red, a color that was familiar to her.
It was the same color of her eyes after she had drunk blood, especially blood heated by lovemaking.
He had not moved from his position on the floor, just remained there on his knees, staring at her, no readable expression on his face. His eyes closed, then opened. They were still red, and with their re-opening some things seemed to rise from his back. Long, sinuous, red tendrils of varying thickness. They swayed like grasses in the breeze, lulling her to relax. Slowly, he rose to his feet and slowly made his way towards her.
She wasn't by any means stupid. What was the only sane thing to do when a naked, horny, tentacled wizard was making a beeline for a luscious female such as herself? What else, but turning tail and getting out of there as fast as her legs could carry her.
It would have worked, had not the red tentacles shot out with the speed of striking snakes, the pulsating members finding their mark (and curiously, assuming a flight pattern) akin to homing missiles. Sariko's wrists, ankles, and thighs were once again captured, this time by appendages of ruby light. To her horror, she could not break free, and began to panic as she was lifted off the floor and slowly reeled in to the tentacles' owner.
She was quivering, he noticed. From fear, anger, or something else entirely, he did not know. Using bands of telekinetic force (which he tinged red with a little cantrip just to make them visible) he lifted her, until he was eye level with her generous bosom. He saw her breasts rise and fall with every breath she took, and under his watchful stare he saw her nipples peak. "So, am I to believe you like it rough," he asked, "or is it because of these?" He waved a few of his 'tentacles' in her face, and to his surprise, he heard her whimper in her throat.
What was happening to her? Sariko thought. She was floating above the ground, spread out and exposed to this man's gaze, and soon, unless she mistook the red eyes looking at her breasts and thighs with lust, his touch. Mustering the courage to assume a haughty expression, she sought to make him angry. She would rather die than give herself to him in passion; she at least had that much pride left, though her humanity had been eroded a long time ago. "You would rape me then, to satisfy your need or revenge, and afterwards, what then? Will you kill me, or keep me as your whore?"
"Why not? Killing off a pretty little thing is something I have a lot of difficulty doing, especially if that pretty little thing has things such as these," he replied lazily, his hands going around her tiny waist, then sliding upwards to cup her breasts. At the same time, he pulled her a little lower and a little closer, so his now aching erection was at the entrance of her warmth. "Really, your loss would be a such a crying shame."
She gasped as the tentacles holding her pushed her down onto his throbbing penis, her mind screaming futilely against the invasion even as her walls clenched in reflex to stop the progress of his manhood, which had the totally unwanted effect of giving both of them immense pleasure.
In a dim recess of Evang's mind, a voice was telling him that this was cheating, that his tentacles weren't natural like a Shikima world denizen, but Evang largely paid it no heed. He busied his hands and mouth (plus some other appendages that we need not mention) with Sariko's body, and soon both of their moans filled the interior of the cabin.
He sent a pulse of psi energy at Sariko, a probe, and sighed as he found that despite all the pleasurable sensations cascading over both of them right now, she was still cursedly coherent enough to take a stand of No, she didn't like this one bit, never mind my moaning. He wanted to kiss her, to do with his tongue to her mouth what his penis was doing to her vagina. At this rate, he thought wryly, I'm liable to have my tongue bitten of. He remembered vividly how sharp her teeth were.
Reluctantly lifting Sariko off his still erect member, Evang sent a tentacle out to take the tome and bring it to him. Dispatching more tentacles, he soon had the book propped in mid-air, using another pair to flip the pages. One particular tentacle was giving off more light than the others, which he was using as a night light.
He didn't forget her, though, for his hands were still on her breasts, squeezing, kneading, playing with her nipples, and a thick red tentacle was, for the time being, subbing in for his cock. A slightly smaller tentacle was doing a slow, thorough exploration of her ass cheeks, and the cleft in between. Especially the cleft in between, and whatever was to be found in its depths.
Sariko's rhythmic moaning resumed, which made for wonderful background music for Evang as he re-memorized the casting pattern for Binding Grasp. Not so long, now. Evang smiled to himself, just as Sariko released a high-pitched moan.
"DUDE, are you oaky?"
Jemu looked up from where he was kneeling on the floor, his head bent, his body doubled over. "Does it sound like I'm fucking okay?"
"Why don't you take a break, and we'll see about getting your project through."
"Thanks, Uri-P. Sorry 'bout this."
"Nah. You get rid of that huge migraine and come back ASAP, ok?"
"Sure." Jemu made his way out of the hangar.
"Take care, man!"
"Don't fall on your face!"
He directed the Quickdoor to his quarters, instantaneously reappearing over his bed. He fell onto the airbed, bounced once, then settled down. Something was happening, no, had happened to Evang. He couldn't feel him anymore, not like when he was recovering and his soul was in limbo. Back then Jemu knew where his clone's soul was, but now - he couldn't describe it. It was like it was there one moment, and gone in the next. He knew Evang was alive - he would have started manifesting fire and lightning and light if Evang had died, the strange powers he had seeking out the most compatible host, crossing time and space to do so. If it couldn't move to get him, it would lie dormant, until he came within range, where it would flow into him in a violent surge, possibly killing him if he wasn't prepared, mentally and physically, for it.
"I have you now! It's payback time, you big jerk!"
"Sada, not now, I have this terrible headache..."
Even in his pain-addled state, he managed to grin at how appropriate his comment was, and how it was he, the man, that was saying it.
And like your typical inconsiderate man, Sada-chan was having none of it. "I've heard that one before! So, it's a headache this time, not a cold, huh?" She placed her hands on her waist and glared at the man on the bed. "I don't care, I'm having my revenge, and this is the perfect opportunity to do so!"
"Could you, like, wait for another time to suck my soul out of my cock with your pussy? Like, when I can fight back or at least evade you?"
Sada held an index finger to her chin, as if in thought, then answered sweetly, "No."
Jemu groaned. "I was afraid of that. Have a heart, will you?"
"Have a heart he says. Ha! As if you had one when you took advantage of my belief that you had amnesia and had me servicing you up and down the place!"
"I wouldn't have done it if you didn't plan on brainwashing me in the first place! Talk about taking advantage!"
"Enough talk!" Moving with unholy haste, Sada began to strip Jemu's boots, socks, pants, and briefs. He tried to stay her hands but was chagrined at the ease with which she swatted them away, as if they were mere flies. Soon, she had his lower half bare.
"Is there any way I could dissuade you from doing what you're about to do next and placing me under your domination? How about a deal? We split control over the Spacebar fifty-fifty, how's that?"
Sada fumbled with her skirts, and they slithered off her hips and thighs with a whisper, pooling around Jemu's legs. Jemu gasped as he saw how ready Sada was to go through with her plan, and despite his will, he felt himself begin to react, blood flowing downwards away from his brain and into a certain part of him.
She reached down for him, wrapping her fingers around his semi-turgid length. Immediately, it sprang to full form in her hand, causing Jemu to groan. She shifted forward on her knees on the bed, leaning down to whisper to him, "I don't give a damn about controlling your little bar, I want to control YOU. Sorry, no deal." With that, she sat back, hard, on his lap, her hand around him aiming his entry with perfect accuracy.
She laughed as she sensed his mind and spirit scramble to some basic, hasty defensive formation against attack. Sada smiled. She was going to enjoy this. The coming confrontation wouldn't be a siege; siege was to powerful a term to apply to a cat playing with a ball of yarn.
EVANG reveled in the feelings coursing through him. He was lying on his firebeast cloak in front of the fire, running his hands all over Sariko's back, sides, and bottom as her tongue introduced itself to his. He groaned as his manhood was squeezed by the walls of her warm, moist sheath, knowing that she could feel the effect she was having on him.
Their breaths mingled, courtesy of the connection of their lips to each other's. Their thoughts swirled between their collective consciousness otherwise known as a mind link, courtesy of Evang's Binding Grasp.
"Right now, it's me that's in a binding grasp. So who's got whom?" Evang thought, knowing full well that Sariko would pick it up. He had planned on it.
Sariko did pick up the thought, breaking their kiss to give him a naughty grin and another squeeze. Growling, Evang pushed himself up, rolling on top of her. He took the back of her knees, pushed them all the way to her shoulders, and began thrusting back and forth. His length grazed her clitoris as it slid in and out of her, subjecting Sariko to one continuous orgasm against which she could not, would not, resist. For her part, she clamped down, clenching as tightly as she can around him to maximize the pleasure for both of them. It seemed to work, for their shouts of completion, rose and twined as one again, as they did so countless times earlier.
Sated, both wanting more but knowing their bodies needed some rest if they were to enjoy these moments anew, Evang rolled onto his back again, whereupon Sariko held herself as close to him as possible. Placing a possessive hand on her nape and another across her butt cheeks, he dozed, she doing the same not far behind.
"It's going to be a beautiful morning tomorrow," was his last thought before finally drifting off.
SADA-CHAN was dismayed, looking down at Jemu's shrunken member.
It was going well on all fronts. She decided to toy with him, planning to relish the moment, and was unpleasantly informed of the fact that- well, how should she put it- Jemu was prone to first strike syndrome. No sense in sugar-coating the truth.
The SpaceBar's resident mad scientist was a premature ejaculator. How she had missed knowing when she 'nursed' him back to full health escaped her, but there it was. "Curses! Foiled again!" She summoned a well, and disappeared into it.
Jemu heaved a sigh of relief for two reasons. One: his soul and his will was no longer in immediate danger of being sucked out of him, via oral or penile passages. Two: he could pull off a very realistic impression of a premature ejaculator with all attendant effects. It would be the first in history, that a man's soul was saved because of coming too quickly when having sex.
He sobered quickly, realizing that his reputation was now in ruins should Sada-chan decide to spread word of this event. Granted there were only two women other than Sada aboard the SpaceBar, but each of them kept contact and communication with a larger group of females, and both were usually bored with nothing to do. Conditions very conducive for gossiping sessions, Jemu thought wryly.
He turned his attention to the psychic link between himself and his clone. Technically, none of them knew who the original was, so none of them could claim Originality, but the issue didn't bother them that much. By unspoken agreement, they decided to treat each other as a twin brother, and got along well as a result.
The link was now a little bit fuzzy. Jemu scratched his head. The fuzziness didn't feel like a bad kind of fuzz, as if someone or something was actively 'jamming' it. It was a fuzziness brought about by extreme feeling of relaxation on Evang's end, which was a good thing. Jemu remembered a time when Evang had gotten really pissed off at something - he was talking to Gai then, who was being stupid as usual, and he wanted very much to take a pistol and shoot him again. He thought he hid it, but Gai asked him why he was shivering so, and if he had a fever. This time, though, was very different.
He knew that whatever Evang was doing, he was getting real high with it. He smiled. Nothing like getting a second-hand high via psychic link to get a man's mind off his worries. A little voice inside his head was telling him that he would have to deal decisively with Sada sooner or later, but he paid it no heed.
HE was brought to wakefulness by the sensation of wet warmth squeezing his morning wood. Evang opened his eyes and looked down his body. His lower half was nowhere to be seen under an undulating mass of silky white hair. As if realizing that he was awake and aware, the white mass stopped bobbing up and down, and his member was released from its wonderful prison. He felt bereft immediately.
"Good morning," Sariko greeted him as she sat back on her heels, hands in her lap.
Sitting up in such a way that he was close to her, Evang grasped Sariko's shoulders and pulled her in for a long kiss, his left hand sliding to her breast while his right moved to the junction of her legs, their tongues dueling with each other. When they parted for air, Evang replied, "Good morning to you too, sexy."
"I like your good morning better," she replied saucily. She climbed into his lap and put her arms around his neck, gazing up at him.
"Know something? I do, too." He leaned down to rain gentle kisses on her face, while his hands stroked her back and hair. He couldn't believe his luck. Sometime in the long, long night, he had forgotten to maintain his Binding Grasp over Sariko, probably when he was on his knees behind her and she was on all fours and they were going at it like rabbits. Admittedly, it was kinda pathetic of him to place a mind-control enchantment on Sariko just so she wouldn't bite off whatever body part he had in close proximity with her sharp teeth, but it was all he could think of at the moment. So his "wake-up call" came as a wonderful surprise to him; he was expecting to feel teeth and pain, or worse loss AND pain.
And now he had just finished French-kissing her. His tongue felt whole.
With a sigh, he pulled himself and Sariko up. With one last peck, he put her away from him and said, "The storm's over. Let's go."
"Go? Where? And in case you haven't noticed, we'd freeze to death the moment we step out of this cabin, blizzard or no blizzard, thanks to you."
"Ah- You're referring to our clothing, yes?"
"It doesn't take a sage or an alchemist to figure it out."
"Luckily for us, I am both."
"... Will you just please get us some clothes that will save us from hypothermia?"
"Just curious. How come you survived, when all you had on was that robe?"
"I got lucky and found the cabin before the storm hit. My turn. How did you find this cabin?"
Evang noticed that she didn't say "How did you find me." Curious, he thought. "Would you believe I had a little outside help?"
"Just summon those clothes, will you?"
"I'll do better than that. I'll create them."
"And the episode has just become SpaceBar Fashion Emergency."
"Keep that up and you'll find yourself wearing a thermal thong."
AFTER a few minutes of bickering, followed by a few minutes of sitting down, ("I told you, I'm not specialized in creating stuff with my power, I specialize in calling power and blasting stuff with it.") the two were ready to go whereever it was Evang had planned for them to go.
"Where exactly do you want to go?" Sariko asked.
"Well, I figured since where in 1926 Japan right now, I'll go and return this here sacred relic to its guardians. I've already purged it of whatever taint it was that caused Sakura to go berserk super robot-style, so it should be safe for her to hold it again."
"And how do you propose we get there?"
"Simple: we ride."
"We ride."
"Yes."
"Ride what? The snow?"
"No. Not the snow, but what lies beneath the snow."
So saying, he knelt and touched the snow-covered turf. He muttered and incantation, and the ground began to shake.
"Are you crazy? You're going to bring down the mountains down on our heads!" Sariko exclaimed, tugging on Evang's arm.
"Quiet. I know what I'm doing," he replied, before continuing with his chant.
Despite Sariko's fears, no avalanche came. There was now, however, a raised platform of packed earth, coming to about knee-high, easily mountable with a small hop. It was oblong in shape, five feet long and three feet across at its widest. Evang hopped aboard, then turned to face Sariko, who was eyeing him and the construct warily.
"I've always wanted to try snowboarding," Evang said by way of explanation.
Sariko didn't budge, just raised an elegant eyebrow.
"C'mon, where's your sense of adventure?"
"I left it with my humanity."
"Fraidy-cat!"
"Am not! I'm just sensible!"
"Taking this sled down the mountain IS sensible. There's no one around to notice us, anyway, and it sure beats walking."
"But it doesn't have seats."
"What do I look like, a sculptor? If I was one, believe me, I wouldn't be making stupid potions in my lab to sell to gullible people out there, I'd be creating an army of golems and take over worlds!"
AXEL and Lamia eventually find their way back to the Main Lounge. Jemu greets them, not stopping in his chore of polishing the glassware, and eavesdropping on their conversation.
"I still say we ought to be on the next Super Robot Wars Original Generation game."
"I'm all for that too, as long as it's not on the Game Station 2."
"Why not?"
"I don't like the idea of zillions of fanboys drooling all over the world as you execute your hissatsu attacks."
"Wha-? I don't get it."
"Maybe this will help?" BOS piped in, bringing up a viewscreen which was showing a part of the SRW Alpha 2 opening video (the one where the original characters are shown, somewhere near the end).
Axel stared at the video and grinned, his head bobbing up and down as he watched.
Lamia stared, horrified, at the video, and noticing Axel's reaction, whapped him on the back of the head, sending him off his stool and onto the floor.
BOS killed the video and the viewscreen vanished. Isn't Nadesico technology wonderful?
Everyone in the Main Lounge glared at the Narrator.
Narrator: Ok, ok, I'll cut out on the side comments. Yeesh. You'd think I'd installed hidden cameras in the women's room, the way they glared. (Grumbles.)
Axel recovered first. "See? Only it won't just be me, but millions of faceless, brainless fanboys who don't have lives doing it as well. And that's something I'll never stand for."
"You- your really care if other people see me bouncing around?" Lamia asked.
"Of course! What do you take me for? I take care of what's mine, or what has been entrusted to me."
"I- I don't know what to say."
"Say you'll NOT accept the project if it's for the Game Station 2."
"Axel, aren't you over-reacting? I mean, the second SRWOG might be for the Game Station Advance. No chance of bouncing there," except for fighting games, Jemu added silently.
"Hunh," Axel grunted, still not convinced. "Say, where's your clone?"
"Who knows? But wherever he is, he's having a lot of fun."
Evang wasn't having fun at the moment, unless you count being baited as fun.
"I told you this sled of yours was a bad idea, but did you listen to me? No!"
"Hey, it was fun while it lasted, right?"
"If I didn't know better," Sariko slanted her eyes, "You didn't put any 'seats' on that thing just so you could have my arms wrapped around you and my chest against your back."
"Was it so horrible for you, then?" Evang asked with a raised eyebrow, causing a red line to appear across Sariko's cheeks.
"That's not the point! All that your sled managed to do was get us out of the mountains. Now that we're on level land, what do we do?"
"Hmm. We can't sled anymore because there's no slope. I guess we have no choice but to teleport to the Imperial Theater."
Sariko exploded. "Then why didn't we do so in the first place?!"
"Well, I wanted to feel the thrill of surfing down a mountain with you clinging to me, and boy was it awesome!"
"Why you-!"
"Besides, I needed the bearings for the Imperial Theater, and I was communing with the earth while we were sliding downhill."
"Which is probably why we had such a bad stop at the bottom, I'm guessing."
"Hmph. I was right. You are more than a cute face and a great body, you have a brain too."
"I also have these," Sariko offered, extending her claws for Evang to see, then made a mock lunge at him.
He easily sidestepped, catching her wrist and pulling her to him with fluid movements. "Behave," he whispered huskily.
"Meow."
"I don't believe this," he thought, "we're on the side of a country road, and I'm thinking of fornicating with her here and now."
She reached up with her free hand and ran her nails lightly from the base of his neck down to the small of his back. "Purr."
He shivered, but not from the cold. To defuse the sexual tension, he quipped, "Funny, I don't see any ears growing out the top of your head."
"Maybe I'm hiding my tail under all these clothes. Wanna look or it?"
"That's it. We're teleporting, now. Stay close."
"Okay!" Sariko wrapped her arms around him and held tight.
BACK at the Main Lounge, a lively discussion was taking place, which was strange since no one was tanked yet.
"The thing I've noticed is," Jemu began, "Very few women die in anime. Agreed?"
"That statement ought to be ammended to 'Very few women die in anime that I've seen,'" Ayame replied, taking a sip of her tea.
"Granted. Then again, very few anime actually show women dying in the course of the episode or the entirety of the film."
"Well, there was the first Rei who got strangled," Kaji offered.
"Who's Rei?" Gai asked. Tsukumo nodded as well, wanting to hear the answer too.
"She's one of Shinji's 'playmates,' remember? We used to tease him with, 'Alright, Shinji, what - or WHO - did you do this time?'"
"Oh. Wait, do you mean there was a Rei before the one we met?" Tsukumo asked.
"And is Jemu going to pull her in here as well?" Gai asked shrewdly.
All eyes fell on Jemu. "I wouldn't mind another female here," Ayame began.
"If you watched End of Evangelion, Misato also died, right?" Kaji added.
"Hmm," was all Jemu said.
The doors opened, admitting Axel and Lamia. "Banpresto had better not look this way too closely, pardon the pun," Axel quipped.
"Eh? What do you mean, Axel?" Jemu asked.
"We paid a visit to the hangar, and saw your Better Machines," Lamia replied. "They're not copies of the Saotome robots."
"They're not!? Then what are they?" Tsukumo asked, incredulous.
"They're R-series rip-offs," Axel stated baldly. "Which makes them rip-offs of borederline copyright infringement cases."
"R-series?" Gai asked, "Why didn't I hear of them before?"
"The R-series is a set of three robots, each capable of holding their own against fast or tough enemies, but have an added bonus of combining into one ugly, big-assed harbringer of doom," Lamia explained.
"R-1, R-2, and R-3 make up the Super Robot Experimental. A fourth R-unit, the R-GUN, can be thought of as an add-on member - welcome but not necessary. Unlike the R-1, the R-GUN has limited transformation, but is deadly enough for the duration that it does. It transforms into a Personal Trooper-sized gun - note that I didn't say PT-use gun - in order to use the Metal Genocider, which is far deadlier than most PT weapons. In fact, you could say that the transformed R-GUN is the Metal Genocider cannon.
"In short, engaging the 4 R-units fighting as one would be trying to take down a Super Robot with a portable Satellite Cannon," Axel concluded.
Axel looked around, and saw everyone but Lamia snoring. She began to applaud, then said, "I like the sound of your voice. It reminds me of James Bond."
"Which one?"
"Eh? How many James Bonds are there?"
"I forgot. Ask Ian Fleming."
Elsewhere...
"AH-CHOO!"
"AH-CHOO!"
"AH-CHOO!"
Judo looked at the D-Team. "Are you three alright?"
"I think so," Light said cautiously. "Ken? Tapp?"
"Somebody was probably using us in a reference," Ken reasoned.
"Well, at least someone remembers us from SRW Advance," Tapp sighed.
A red klaxon flashed to life, cutting whatever comments they all had coming. "Oh, the intermission's over, guys," Judo announced.
"Back to work, then."
Japanese Imperial Theater, 1926
"We're here," Evang announced. Sariko looked around.
"Mmm. Nice place."
"We'll just leave the sword on their doorstep, invisible to all except to Sakura or Ichiro."
"But what if someone trips on it?"
"That's why I have this camera with me, and with an invisibility spell- ow!"
"You're bad!"
"Shhh! I hear someone coming!" Evang quickly threw the invisibility spell over himself and Sariko.
The front doors were thrown open, and Kanna stretched, declaring, "This is such a wonderful winter morning! Not too chilly, some sun, and the snow isn't runny yet! Speaking of runny, that's what I'll do, I'll run for a couple of miles and be back before breakfast. Yah!"
With another full body stretch, Kanna bounded out the door - and tripped down the few steps to the sod. Sariko winced in sympathy.
"That's gotta hurt, right?"
"I bet she's been hurt worse in fighting demon-thingies. Still, that's a rather soft spot, even for a female martial artist."
Kanna groaned as she dusted herself off. "Ow. At least no one saw that, and thank Kami-sama that Sumire wasn't around."
"Kanna? What happened to you?"
"Ohgami-san!"
"I realize your eagerness to be outside after being cooped up the past few days because of the snow and doing nothing but waltz lessons, but do you have to kiss the ground?"
Kanna stood to her full height, towering a good half foot over Ichiro. "I wasn't doing anything of the sort! I-"
"Tripped on something?"
"I'm not about to admit anything of the sort!"
"Huh. No matter, because you tripped over this." Ichiro bent and picked up the burlap sack on the step.
"Eh? That wasn't there before," Kanna wondered aloud.
"So you say." He reached into the sack, felt a hilt, and paused, causing Kanna to take notice. "Ohgami-san, what is it?"
Ichiro pulled it out, revealing the sheathed Arataka, letting the sack fall to the ground unnoticed. He hefted it - it was a sword, at any rate, judging from the weight and balance. His thoughts played along the lines of pulling it out of the sheath and taking a few practice swipes. Should he? After all, what harm could it do?
He gripped the hilt, and slowly freed the blade from the scabbard, a slight ring coming from the metal as it pulled away of its protective confines. The balance was perfect, just as a master-made sword was expected to be; wrapping both hands around the hilt he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to go through the motions of the Itto-ryu sword technique.
Kanna watched the man and blade moving as one, cutting down some errant snowflakes that decided at that moment to make the scene more dramatic by falling from their clouds. She was aware of another person being a captive audience to the displat before her. "Great day today, ne, Sakura-chan?"
"Kanna? How were you able to tell that it was me before I even spoke?"
"It's your scent, silly."
"My scent? But I don't wear any perfume!"
"Exactly. Snake-woman's violet cloud would arrive two minutes before her, as with Orihime's scented powders. You don't smell of a child's room, which leaves out Iris-chan, nor of books or oil, like Kohran. Reni and Maria have this very clean, almost holy clean scent about them, though Reni's is more pronounced. And you don't smell of military and starch, not unlike Fujieda-san. That answer your question?"
"Wow, monkey-girl, I never thought I'd hear so livid proof of your lineage. I guess I better think of a new name for you then; calling you monkey-girl would be an honorific, given what I just learned."
Ichiro totally lost himself in the patterns of slashes and hacks, flowing into the final deadly yet deceptively simple movements of the Keito Ragou Ken Ankensatsu. Long vertical slash, step, step, step, stroke, pause for dramatic photo finish as enemy is cut in half. He held the pose for a few more seconds after finishing the whole kata, letting his breathing return to normal. It was then that he heard the sound of clapping.
Such inattention to the surroundings was stupid; even the best sword technique, if the user is unaware of what was happening around him, does not guarantee victory. Feeling his cheeks heat up from annoyance at that particular error of his, he turned to see where the applause was coming from. His eyes bulged as majority of the Hanagumi was hanging around the doorstep - how much had they seen? Feeling sheepish, he sketched a shaky bow, causing the young women to laugh.
"Was that your version of early morning Japanese calisthenics, Ohgami-san?" Orihime asked, raising an elegant eyebrow and smiling a bit at him. "Strange, I thought Cherry-san here would be the one to go for swordplay before breakfast, but you..."
"Were you expecting me to be still abed?"
"Well, it is winter and you being an old man and all..."
Ichiro made a face and started for the group, blade still unsheathed, causing temporary panic among the women. He realized his mistake and slid the sword back in its scabbard, whereupon Sakura noted, "That sheath looks familiar."
She looked at the sword strapped to her waist. Yep, it was the same scabbard, same number of doodads and nicks. "Eh? How could this be?"
Evang, seeing the possible weirdness this could entail, decided to step in. Motioning for Sariko to remain hidden, he adjusted his cloak and made his presence known. "Why, it's simple - one of the swords is a fake, or just a very good copy of the real Arataka."
"EVANG-SAN!" exclaimed the group.
Sakura recovered quickly. "What do you mean, one of these is fake?"
"Like, what else could I mean? One of these is a demon-cutting tool, while the other one is just a pointy wall ornament."
"And you know this because?" Orihime asked, suspicious.
"I had the real Arataka with me for quite a while, cleansing it from all the demonic residue it had acquired through all the battles it's been in. Of course I know which one is real. In fact, you can even ask Sakura-san here what happened one fine day when she tried to demolish a city with it."
To the Hanagumi's amazament, Sakura flushed a little, lending credence to Evang's claim. "I wish I could forget about that... incident."
"I wish I won't," Ichiro quipped, then realized it was the wrong thing to say. Unfortunately, everyone else noticed, and being ignorant of the details of the said incident, demanded to be enlightened immediately. "Now is not the time and place for that," Ichito began, "And it's up to Sakura whether she wants to talk about it or not. I'll respect her decision."
Amid dire mutterings of getting the truth out sooner or later, Evang cleared his throat. "Ah, can we get back to the topic of the real Arataka?"
"You were saying something about one of these being fake?" Maria prodded.
"Oh. Okay, have at thee." Evang pulled of the fastest Demon Summoning I spell ever in the face of fantasy history, calling forth a low level Shikima denizen. "This little bugger can only be harmed by powered attacks - normal steel won't do. Guess what you have to do?"
"Get the hell out of here?" Sumire suggested.
"Huh? Why?" Maria asked.
"Maria-san! Just in case you didn't notice, that's a SHIKIMA over there! Hello?!"
"I figured either Sakura or Ohgami-san would take care of it for us."
Orihime fired an energy blast at the creature, who quickly ducked, leaving its surprised summoner in the line of fire. Evang took it full in the face and was sent tumbling backward.
"Oh my gosh, Orihime, you killed him!" Kanna cried out.
"Wouldn't be a big loss if I did. Besides, aren't authors unkillable?"
Sariko didn't seem to believe that, and moved from the invisible patch of ground she was standing on to rush to Evang's side. "Don't die, please?"
Evang groaned, "I didn't know the Hanagumi had moved from ryoushi crystals to Getter cores."
Meanwhile, the Shikima, driven by base instincts immediately went after Sumire. It leapt this way and that, dodging Orihime's blasts and heading for Sumire simultaneously. "Il demonio e molto rapido! Dios! Rimani!" Orihime cursed.
Sakura and Ichiro waited for the Shikima to pounce again, and when it did they both rushed to intercept it.
"Haja Kensei-!" Sakura cut short her attack sequence, feeling that the power would not come forth from her blade. "Impossible!"
Making a leap of his own, Ichiro brought the Arataka down on the Shikima's neck. "KEITO RAGOOOU KEEEEEEEEENN!!!"
"Scratch one Shikima," Maria noted.
"I'd rather not," Kanna quipped, watching as the detached Shikima head rolled to a stop at her feet, trailing ichor.
Ichiro whipped the sword twice to shake off any blood, and was sheathing the blade when Sumire glomped him. "Shuii-san, you saved me! I shall of course be glad to repay your bravery. Ask anything of me, and I'll give it gladly," she declared with a lascivious wink that not even Sakura could miss.
"ANYTHING?!?!" Maria, Orihime, and Kanna chorused.
"Anything, Sumire?" Ichiro asked in a husky, and seldom used, whisper.
"Anything for you, Shu- ITAI!!!" Sumire broke off with a gasp of pain. She and Ichiro spun to face the cause.
Evang blinked. "Ne, Sariko?"
"Nani?"
"Did I just see Sakura poke Sumire in the buns with the tip of a sword?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Let go of that man, you little hussy! Go play with someone your own age! And you! Aren't you ashamed or robbing the cradle!?" Sakura roared.
"LITTLE HUSSY?! Who are you calling little, you flat-chested old woman!?" Sumire roared back.
Amidst the hurled accusations, glaring eyes, and bared fangs, Ichiro shrank and kept real quiet and unobtrusively took the sword out of Sakura's hands. Sakura let it go without a second thought, more than willing to settle this with her fists.
"Evang-san? Are things always like this, here?" Sariko asked.
"Yeah, I think so. We can go home now, since things seem to be normal here."
"It looks like a circus. Sounds like one too," Sariko noted, as the usual chase began - Ichiro running for cover, Sumire running after him and away from Sakura, Sakura wanting to rip both of them apart with her bare hands, and the rest following just to make sure Sakura doesn't actually succeed in her bloodthirsty plans.
Evang took out his Pocketbook of Town Portal (TM), tore a page and threw it to the ground. A blue, rounded portal of light appeared. "Well, are you going in or not?"
"I'm going."
EOF Yay tapos na!
