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We were finally free of Lum.
Our so-called "wife", the second pretty girl in our Book of Pretty Girls, whom we both still cared for...but certainly weren't interested in becoming lifetime pillow scene partners with.
Especially with Onē-san now Gifted at last as Tuyuki...
...and I, the split-off part of her soul created back in November thanks to Cherry's cursed cake and Lum's eta lollipop, now in a battle doll body.
That has caused quite the furor back home on Yiziba.
Our granduncle Neyanege is already screaming to launch a repeat of the Mother of All Fight Scenes on the Urusians in vengeance.
Naturally, Aruka Damasu-chan's husband Oetoka Go'ono is all for such a thing.
So Onē-san has to go slap them and others like them down to prevent a multi-planetary Mother of All Fight Scenes.
As for me...?
Well, it's back to Earth...but not yet back to Tomobiki.
Since all the fools who had been kidnapped to attend our "wedding" to Lum were put into the healer's cockpit by Ayumu-chan, I've got at least three weeks' vacation from the idiot sameness of that town.
Fortunately, our childhood friends Soa Nieso and Wuke Tom — who both had been forced into battle doll bodies shortly after Ayumu-chan got Gifted thanks to an idiot who didn't care for Terrans becoming Yizibajohei — were more than happy to accompany me to keep me safe.
Hopefully, we'll get Gifted. I hate the idea of the uncertainty my life's become thanks to what the idiots that trapped us in Tomobiki back in September ultimately forced on Onē-san and I.
And maybe...
Soa, Wuke and I will get lucky and find more people to be Gifted.
After all, the Show must go on...
...excerpt from Moroboshi Ataru's diary, dated Sunday 15 April 2012
The End of the Circus: A Tale of the Yizibajohei
Ataru's Angels Omake: The True Noble of the Centre
by Fred Herriot
Washington, the National Mall close to the Washington Monument, the third Monday of April in 2012, mid-afternoon (Tōkyō time: Tuesday, four hours after midnight)...
"You must be happy to be rid of such a gaudy little thing."
Moroboshi Ataru chuckled as he sat back on the park bench that gave him and his companions a good view of the stone obelisk built over a century before to honour America's first president on the east side of 14th Street between Madison Drive NW and Jefferson Drive SW, allowing the abnormally warm spring breeze to flow past his hair as his current companions leaned close to him. Fortunately, the many trips the now-Gifted Trickster of the Show had undergone to Earth since her adoption by the late Ayone Katabarbe eleven years before had taught both Soa Nieso and Wuke Tom how to dress as normal Earth boys; usual dress for the Nameless on Yiziba was light-coloured wrap-around tunics over wide-bottomed trousers. And while some of the passers by had glanced at the lone Japanese teenager and the two obvious Western teens being so close to each other in such a public place, most of the people out walking or jogging around the National Mall on Emancipation Day just passed them by.
"It's going to annoy our so-called 'mother' once she learns that she doesn't have the money that was given with that and all the other medals we were awarded for 'defeating' Lum," Ataru noted as Soa squeezed his hand in support. As Wuke wrapped his arm around the other man's neck to give him a kiss on the cheek, the now-battle doll added, "This is just the start of the fight scene, guys. Whoever was so desperate enough to make us forget home in the face of an INVASION...!"
Both natives of the northern polar continent nodded in understanding. After Ataru emerged as his own person from the Doll House on Saturday morning, Tariko held a planning meeting of some of the most powerful people she helped get Gifted over the last decade to figure out what the hell happened to her and how the revenge scene could be delivered. Right away, Mizuhara Koyomi used her telepathy to reverse the brainwashing on everyone from the Inshin Group based in Tomobiki to make sure that whatever accounts that had been left behind for the Trickster of the Show by her late grandmother Nagaiwakai hadn't been tapped into by her parents. While there had been some embezzlement, a very irate family court judge acting on the prompting of the Imperial Palace had the funds restored to where they should have been. Even better, an internal investigation was launched against the Tomobiki police box and its supervisor, Tariko's maternal uncle Yamaguchi Keisuke; with that underway, there was no hope for Kinshō or her husband Muchi to force Yumoa Reigi to get "their" money back from accounts held by their son-turned-daughter or anyone Tariko had properly authorized to access them.
That would be quite the interesting confrontation scene if the yūjo — Tariko had long known of her birth mother's reckless promiscuity back when she was a high school student in the early 1990s, worlds worse than anything "Ataru" ever did — ever found out she was once again POOR!
Too bad...
"Oh!"
All three boys perked before they looked over...
...then their eyes widened on seeing the pretty teenager nearby. She had long, wavy brown hair partially held down by a silver hairband, tied in a high ponytail that reached to her waist. Eyes the same shade as Rose Potter's peeked out of an artistic oval face, they behind reading bifocals. She was well-shaped for someone of around eighteen, her body currently covered in stylish clothing though she had a white school jersey tied around her waist, that bearing the black SWW on the chest indicating she was a student at the School Without Walls located on the campus of George Washington University to the west of the White House. Naturally, she had a large book bag slung over her shoulder. "Afternoon," Ataru greeted her with a friendly smile as his companions waved at her. "Just got out of the library?"
She blinked several times as a lost look crossed her face for a moment. "Moroboshi...Ataru...?"
A surprised look crossed his face before he looked around conspiratorially. "Are you sure?" he hissed as Soa and Wuke snickered. "I mean, this doesn't look like Tomobiki or any other place in Japan."
The lost look on her face remained in place as her head tilted slightly. "You are the Great Evil...!" she stated, the initial emotion she felt on confronting the most famous teenager on Earth today in Washington of all places fading, replaced by an almost-robotic forced calm.
Hearing that, Ataru's friends gazed at the woman's exposed ears, which were round as Terrans would have it and not tapered as members of the race that worshipped Ataru's "wife" as a living goddess possessed. The boys then stood, moving to stand closer to the woman as their noses flared, instantly detecting a strong mineral-like tincture in the air around her, just barely masked by the perfume she wore. After a quick glance around to ensure the few passers by didn't take notice of this and assume the wrong thing, Ataru nodded to the south of east. "We're staying at the Holiday Inn on C Street," he then declared. "Room 469. Ask for Tom." With that, he waved as he headed off, his friends following...
Watching as the man she had been brainwashed into seeing as a living devil walk away from her, Samantha Applegate blinked as the information acquired by her masters about the man flooded her mind. Instantly, a tonne of discrepancies came up. The way he was walking; it wasn't the strange prance he used in the Holy City since the Tag Race. Atop that, his being in America of all places when by all rights he should be on the planet Uru was something that just didn't compute. To say anything of his companions; neither the slender effeminate blond with the sky blue eyes or the very effeminate raven-haired boy with the dark eyes were known to ANY observer now based in the Holy City.
And...
Huh?
WHAT...?!
Samantha's jaw dropped to the sidewalk as she watched Ataru wrap his arms around his friends' necks, then he drew the blond in to give him a very passionate kiss. As the native of Georgetown goggled in disbelief at such an erotic act being done to another MAN by the Great Evil, Ataru then surprised her more by kissing the brunette in the same manner. He's not GAY! a part of her mind railed at something so sensual; it was known that despite his propensity to chase girls to get names and phone numbers for dates, Moroboshi Ataru was actually quite shy when it came to expressing such intimacies with anyone, especially his former girlfriend Miyake Shinobu or the living goddess he was now engaged to marry...
Jolting as deeply-set mental commands instantly kicked in, Samantha then headed off in the wake of the living abnormality now at least ten metres ahead of her. The hierarchy of the Church of Lum had gone to panic stations when the tragic news of what befell the Goddess on Friday evening Washington time got to Phentax Two. As the Army of Lum went to full war alert, all cultural observers on Earth and other planets were ordered to be on the lookout for ANYTHING that could explain how it was possible that an entire BUILDING the size of the great dome of the Capitol was CRUSHED down on the heads of the Goddess and all her Holy Company, with the Great Evil somehow escaping totally unharmed.
Whoever had done THAT had earned them the wrath of the Most Faithful.
And they would PAY!
The Holiday Inn Washington Capitol on C Street SW at the corner of 6th Street SW (750 metres west of southwest from Capitol Hill), an hour later...
A polite knock echoed at the door to Room 469 overlooking the tree-lined boulevard that fronted the headquarters complex of the Department of Education. "Come in! The door's unlocked!" Ataru called out from his place beside the window, looking over.
The door opened to reveal the lovely Terran-turned-Avalonian — the "weight" of her soul in her life aura indicated such to the man destined when he was child to become the Trickster of the Show and had been pre-Gifted — who he just met on the National Mall. A neutral look was on her face as she closed the door, then locked it. Smiling knowingly at that act, Ataru then blinked as she reached into her book bag to draw out something similar to a Glock 17 pistol with a well-shaped targeting laser under the barrel. "A Lawgiver?" he asked as he sipped a can of Coke while she aimed it his way. "That's being rather reckless. If it goes off, the bolt will punch through the window and rip into the building across the street. You can guarantee the FBI and a few other agencies will definitely take interest in that..."
"Shut up!" she snapped as she leaned herself into her weapon to make she wouldn't be affected by recoil if she fired. "Sit down on the bed! You've got some answers to give me, devil!"
"Oh, sorry!" he declared as he moved to sit on one of the two double beds in the room. "Didn't mean to offend you. May I at least have the name of such a lovely bioroid who has good taste in weapons?"
Silence.
More silence.
Still more silence.
Then...
"How do you know that?" she then squeaked out, her arms shuddering.
Ataru smiled as he calmly stood up, walking over to click on the safety of the pulse-particle pistol she had in her hand. "You're an Avalonian, but were born Terran," he declared. "I assume you were some accident victim that some kind observer from Phentax Two 'took pity on' and helped get you a body-swap. However, knowing how much the rimrae umale on that planet always treat your kind, you were mentally sublimed to whatever 'faith du jour' your master or mistress acknowledges as his or her own." He tried not to sneer the Yizibajohei term for "copycat same" as he thought about those lunatics. "Of course, learning that fool Ōgi now thinks of me as a 'great evil' because I won't kiss the boots of his so-called 'goddess' — when it's as clear as mud in a ballroom that he just wants Lum for himself — didn't impress me. Much less the other version of me. You must know of that incident when we were split apart into twins. On the eleventh of November just past?" He hummed in anticipation.
She blinked before lowering her weapon. As Ataru took it out of her hand to place on the dresser where the television was located, she blinked several times. "How do you know all these things?" she then asked, still in a neutral voice even if she didn't lunge over to take back the Lawgiver he removed from her hands. "The Goddess has done all she could to keep you ignorant of matters beyond Earth."
"Ah!" he trilled out. "Tell me something. How many observation stations were in and around Nishitōkyō before Lum came to live with our birth parents after she LIED about our being 'married' to her?" As her eyes flared, he made a "no-no" gesture with his index finger. "Don't lie about that, Miss Applegate." She blinked on hearing him address her by name, then remembered her name was on her sweatshirt. "We know the difference between what happens when one tags an Oni's horns in a tag race and what happens when one does that beyond a tag race. It should be quite logical to you: She is not married to us by her people's customs...and on our TRUE home planet, the whole concept of marriage went by the wayside even among the Nameless two sagas ago after the Show got started in earnest."
A look of HORROR crossed her face for a moment as memories that had been force-fed into her after her body swap flooded her mind before that melted into a neutral stare. "You're Yizibajohei...?"
"We are," he stated. "Until the eleventh of November, we were one whole being named Tariko Katabarbe, adopted daughter of the late Ayone Katabarbe and would-be adopted daughter of the late Haroga'a Hame'e, the twenty-seventh Tuyuki of the Great Show of Life." As her eyes went wide again on hearing the battle name of the infamous Trickster of the Show, he smirked. "Yes, we were born Moroboshi Ataru to Moroboshi Muchi and Yamaguchi Kinshō in Wakkanai back in '95, but as far as we're both concerned — both Onē-san and I — they're just the very greedy genetic donors. They have NO right to dictate anything to either of us, not to mention try to marry us off to anyone just to give them a better life for themselves. And since Onē-san is now Gifted to be the new Tuyuki, you can guess what will happen to those who've pissed her off. And it's a GROWING hit list!" As she began to tremble, he tenderly smiled as he touched her neck. "You're not on it, Miss Applegate."
That contact kicked in Samantha Applegate's touch-telepathy as mind-probes plunged into his soul to detect if he was lying. Not sensing any mental shields to protect him from her, she scanned his memories to see if what he just said was some sort of hideous lie unleashed by one of the most feared of They Who Must Never Be Named to hurt the Goddess due to some slight; the native of Georgetown knew Redet Lum had NEVER done anything concerning any of the maniacs of the third world of Kaeyu.
As memories that had been suppressed in Ataru for almost eight months flooded her mind for instant analysis, he smiled as he guided the senior student over to one of the beds, sitting her down to make her more comfortable while keeping his hand on her neck to allow Samantha to continue to probe his mind. Thanks to many past encounters Tariko had with Avalonians of all stripes, her effective twin brother knew how erotic such contact was to the bioroid descendants of Sagussa, a world that Tariko (then in her birth form as Moroboshi Ataru) visited just before his sixth birthday in 2001, meeting the Daishi'cha — the "Maidens of the Eternal Voyager" as they were known across the local cluster — who had been literally reborn to give life to a world that was now in far worse shape thank Yiziba had been at the start of the Starvation Times two millennia ago. As Samantha's breathing increased and a flushed look crossed her face, Ataru smiled as he gently reached for one of her hands to allow it to rest on his crotch; he had put on a housecoat with nothing on underneath just for this moment.
Given how much intimate physical contact was a healthy thing for an Avalonian, letting her know that he was willing to enjoy a wonderful pillow scene — his actual first in this body — was just being kind.
And given how much she was becoming aroused by having such contact, she was happy to oblige...
Two hours later...
A groan escaped Samantha as her eyes fluttered open, then she blinked on sensing she was nude in a bed that wasn't her own, a man under the covers nude beside her, his arm gently wrapped around her waist. As she took a moment to consider that, she blinked as the memories she just absorbed from Moroboshi Ataru came back to her, nearly drowning her own mind as the rush of yet another wonderful orgasm flooded her loins. Taking a deep breath as she fought to stabilize her soul from the echoes of such an onslaught, she then looked right to see his peacefully-sleeping face close to her own. Seeing the damp cheeks marking that he had wept on understanding what had happened to her...!
Shaking her head, the private school senior could only breathe out as she relaxed herself, not shifting around too much; Ataru was still operating on Tōkyō time and dawn was just breaking over Japan's capital city if her own time sense was correct. Remembering the day two years ago when she had been pulled out of a fire in her family home despite suffering third-degree burns over most of her body, Samantha then felt rage flood her. With the deaths of her parents in that fire, she was orphaned...but was soon fostered by a man named John Strohl, who ran a chain of coffee shops throughout the nation's capital and who had been happy to give the badly burned teenager a new start on life.
John Strohl had actually been born on Phentax Three as Johnt dai-Strangh, a fifth-generation cultural observer who often seemed more American than Niphentaxian even in private. With full access to non-templated Avalonian bodies, he was happy to allow Samantha to get a new LIFE for herself...though given he was no "heretic" by any stretch of the imagination, he made sure that his "foster child" would be totally loyal to the "one true faith" and its teenage leader, Ōgi ot'ndai-Zkuhsbagh.
Fortunately for Samantha, the man was no pedophile.
Unfortunately, he DID know of the Avalonian need for all forms of intimacy...yet, like many of his race had done over the last century and more, he completely missed the mark on preparing an acceptable "solution" for his pretty bioroid slave, one that wouldn't raise any sort of attention.
Samantha had been on her way back to her house to spend time with her immediate controller — a well-programmed Type 29G intimate companion android built as a Terran-form teenage man on Zeiwan to act as auxiliary observer and slave overseer — to report on her observations about school, friends and society as a whole when she had spotted Ataru and his companions at the National Mall...
Oh, shit...!
"You don't have to see him until eight o'clock. Relax."
Samantha jerked before she looked right to see Ataru now gazing warmly at her. Blinking as it suddenly dawned on her that the mentally-ingrained URGENCY to obey everything that both her "foster father" and her "boyfriend" had always demanded of her over the last two years was GONE from her soul, she then shifted herself to lean against him. "What did you do to me?" she quietly wondered.
A chuckle escaped him. "One benefit of having one's battle doll body prepared by the current Infinity and having been influenced by the current Tuyuki is that I do possess very limited reality warping powers of my own. We've long known how to deal with that stupid 'loyalty lock' thing in your blood." He leaned over to tenderly kiss her, earning him a delighted purr in return. "And for your next act?" As she gaped at him, he winked. "Now that you're free and able to live your own life?"
She blinked before she licked her lips in anticipation. "Again?"
His eyebrow arched, then he smiled. "It will be my pleasure indeed..."
Cheverly in Maryland, close to Cheverly Station on the Washington Metro Orange Line (eleven kilometres east-northeast of the White House), two hours later...
A smiling Samantha Applegate, looking quite refreshed and with a bound in her stride, stepped out of the eastbound car she had taken from the underground station close to the Smithsonian Institution on the south side of the National Mall. She was followed by a lone Japanese man in normal clothing, hands in his pockets as he seemed to be minding his own business. Two normal boys who were clearly comfortable with their sexual orientation walked out of the station hand-in-hand right afterwards.
The four people sat on separate benches by the bus stop that allowed people to connect to the Washington Metro via TheBus service serving Maryland's Prince George's County. Soon enough, the northbound Route 18 came into the turnabout. Samantha and her rather discrete followers boarded the vehicle, which then drove off onto Cheverly Avenue, heading northbound towards the intersection of Landover Road. Samantha run off for the stop at Lombard Street, close to the local American Legion. The Japanese man and the young gay couple who had boarded the bus with her had got off at the stop beforehand, close to the corner of Inwood Street. Once they got onto the sidewalk, Moroboshi Ataru headed north on Cheverly towards Kilmer Street while Soa Nieso and Wuke Tom took Inwood to Parkway Street north towards Kilmer; Samantha approached that street from the north.
They came together at a tree-lined property at the corner of Kilmer and Parkway. People living around them would be hard pressed to note that two years before, the Applegate home had been a smoking ruin, the funeral pyre of Samantha's parents David and Catherine; the house had been restored to full function by a local construction company paid top dollar by Samantha's foster father to give her a sense of continuity in her life. Of course, said property had many defences to prevent the nosy from noting who else lived with the orphaned high school senior; the few times someone saw someone else there, they noted that said person was a slightly older man who acted as an in-home caretaker to allow her to continue to attend school. Naturally, no one in the area could begin to imagine what was really going on there, much less even suspect that actual ALIENS were now involved with their neighbour's life.
Never mind the truth of what had happened to Samantha Applegate...
Since it was just past sunset, very few people looking out onto the property from their own homes would be able to take note of the three young men who had approached the Applegate home from two directions, one fellow walking up to the side door by the garage and an obvious gay couple approaching from the rear, walking across the back lawn to step through the main doors leading to the kitchen.
Once inside the Applegate home, Ataru immediately slipped off his shoes — even if such wasn't a thing on Yiziba these days, he was still well-ingrained when it came to Japanese customs inside a private residence — then he scanned around. His ears were quick to pick up the passionate moans of two people engaged in a very frantic pillow scene in the upstairs bedroom. "Thank the Crystal she did have someone to be with her all this time," he muttered under his breath as he drew out a PAA, placing it on the coffee table in the living room before tapping the crystal on it to project a powerful "notice-me-not" field to encase the whole of the Applegate house. He then waited as Soa and Wuke slipped off their own shoes in the kitchen entranceway before they moved to pull drapes closed to prevent anyone who might sneak up onto the property from looking inside to see what was going on.
With that, all three boys undressed, then shared warm kisses with each other before heading upstairs...
Upstairs...
Samantha gasped in delight as release came, then she collapsed onto the bed as her "overseer" — she pretty much saw him as her "best male friend with benefits" even if he was all machine under his baby-soft skin — moved to warmly kiss the side of her neck while she wrapped her arms around his torso. Inwardly grinning as she yet again thanked the good work technicians in that factory in Zeiwan's capital city of Kutzei did when it came to crafting such an incredible machine as Hank Patterson, she blinked as her empathy picked up the presence of three wonderful friends she met a few hours ago on the National Mall. Grinning as she wondered what Hank's reaction would be to confronting THEM...!
"Samantha!" a voice called out. "What a cute titemam! You'll let us play with him, won't you?!"
Hank — who had been built to be a slender yet muscular boy of eighteen possessing thoroughly tanned skin, chestnut hair and dark brown eyes — blinked on hearing that odd voice, then he spun to his left...
...before his inner systems nearly suffered a cascade failure as he gaped in awe at three such PERFECT specimens of young manhood, all of them in their birthday suits and clearly ready to join in on the action if their erections said anything. As his mind registered the fact that the man in the centre of the strange group was Moroboshi Ataru of all people — whom Hank had been programmed to hate, though he clearly didn't understand why he had to hate this person — he then blinked as a weird chain of logic began to form within his processors. One that was quickly making more and more sense thanks to his ultra-sharp hearing picking up the sounds of HEARTBEATS echoing from the three newcomers' bodies...
Samantha gasped as Hank leaned down to swamp her with a kiss that nearly sucked all the air out of her lungs. As they pulled apart, Hank nearly broke her spine with a hug as delighted tears flowed down his face. "OH, SAM! THIS IS WONDERFUL! YOU HAVE BROTHERS TO MATE WITH!"
Ataru, Soa and Wuke all fell flat on their faces! "WHAT?!" Samantha screamed out as she moved to shove him clear so she could breathe. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"
"Don't you see?!" her lover answered as he waved over to their new guests. "They have to be male Avalonians!" As the others in the room gaped, he added, "I knew our masters would discover the secret of making male Avalonians! Now you have proper lovers to mate with and even have children with...!"
"Um...excuse me!"
Hank looked left to see a giggling Soa get up, walking over to sit on the bed. "You're reading the script wrong!" the farmer's son then said. "We're not Avalonians. We're Yizibajohei from Nesetimtuto!"
Silence.
More silence.
Still more silence.
Then...
"Then why aren't you fighting?" Hank innocently asked, clearly not frightened by that particular revelation. "Yizibajohei males always engage in what they call 'fight scenes' whenever they confront each other. That's a known fact!" He then blinked. "Why are you here, anyway...?"
By then, both Wuke and Ataru were on their feet and moving to sit on the bed to the opposite side of Soa. "We're not Named. Not yet at least," Ataru stated as he wrapped an arm around Hank's shoulder while he tilted the android's head over so they could gaze into the other person's eyes. "If you wish to know, those like us prefer pillow scenes over fight scenes," he added before kissing Hank hard.
The android squawked before his own intimacy programming when it came to dealing with a male kicked in, then he pulled back from Samantha so he could give his full attention to Ataru. Noting that, Soa and Wuke moved to join in. "Ah, you just got to love a sentient titemam who understands the sanctity of a proper pillow scene!" the raven-haired Wuke meowed as his hand reached down to play with Hank's nexus as his blond best friend kissed the android's nipples. "Now let's have one big pillow scene to give our new friend here all the pillow scene dreams she would ever want!" he meowed.
As the three synthezoids went to work on her android "overseer", Samantha's cheeks reddened to the shade of ripe cherries at the sheer level of PASSION that was now being shown here. Much that she did care for Hank as a person, she had never realized until now that he had been suffering in his own way as she had since they had been assigned together by their "master"; given the artificial nature of the Type 29G companion android's brain, the Terran-turned-Avalonian high school senior's telepathy couldn't scan him. Clearly, Ataru and his intimate friends — she knew that Soa and Wuke had been Tariko Katabarbe's first male lovers, they having popped each other's cherries three years ago in her wood cabin in the mountains above the large village of Kabe-koli — had a much greater understanding of what an android like Hank was really like...and were now more than willing to help him enjoy himself fully for the first time since he had been partnered with Samantha two years ago.
The high schooler then blinked as images started to flash inside her mind. Images of a very lush valley surrounded by what seemed to be an endless desert, where she — yes, this was the memories of a woman; What's happening to me?! Samantha wondered — lived in a more innocent time.
Where said person had been regent crown princess of the most ancient civilization of the World of the Forge, a node of tranquility in an ever-churning sea of despotism as three-quarters of the third world of Kaeyu was plunged into a mad metahuman arms race that made what happened between the Liberty Legion and the Übermenschen Gruppe in World War Two seem like a spring tea party. How someone who understood how to touch the immortal soul of the planet showed her how to empower herself, becoming something that would be seen as a protecting angel over her subjects just as a holocaust worst than anything the Book of Revelations could equal overcame Numyuoleim...
...just as the most bloody dictator in Yiziba's history rose in nearby Damgatuto...
Tene lomher'buo, Samantha Julia Applegate...
Shocked gasps escaped all of her current companions as the memories of the life of such a wonderful and caring woman overcame Samantha, burning away whatever feeble links her "master" could possibly still use against her. As a torrent of pure, raw POWER flooded every cell of her body, her inner eye to that which her ancestors on Sagussa called "Te'a" was overwhelmed by the sheer PHYSICAL might of the Atom of the Mind and the Soul, the core of the Primal Atom itself, flooding her...
"Taeim letam...!" the high schooler screamed as the room was inundated by blinding light.
Nesu...TUOR'BO!
Within seconds, the brilliance that marked Samantha's Gifting faded, allowing Ataru and the other boys to blink away the echoes of such light before they focused on the lone woman in the room...
"Okay," Ataru then quipped. "That happened!"
The other boys looked at him, then gazed once more on the Terran-turned-Avalonian-turned-Yizibajohei who was now the newest incarnation of the last princess of Numyuoleim...
Washington, an apartment on F Street NW (seven hundred metres east of the White House), after midnight on Tuesday...
"Good morning, Master...!"
A moan escaped the sickly coffee shop owner as his eyes opened...
...then he screamed in agony as a boot slammed into his crotch, nearly crushing his testicles as the light on his nightstand snapped on, blinding the man known to neighbours as "John Strohl" for a second.
"Time to start talking to me, 'Father'..."
Shuddering in agony at such a vicious blow, he then blinked. "Samantha...?"
"Yes...and no."
His head turned to allow him to gaze on his "foster daughter"...
...then he screamed in horror on seeing that his "robot" slave was dressed in the dark green jumpsuit — of a new, more racy design that fit over her well-shaped body like a virtual skintight glove, leaving her shoulders and arms bare — with the sandy gold boots and belt and the ancient sacred Eye of Eternity symbol on her upper chest denoting she was now the True Noble of the Centre, Tuor'bo ("Princess"), one of the most feared of all of They Who Must Never Be Named...!
What was worse, Samantha's android overseer was standing at the foot of the bed, clearly not bothered by the fact that she was about to deliver a cosmic beat-down on the man born Johnt dai-Strangh.
"As you can see," the transformed high school senior said as she leaned down to glare into his eyes, her knee crushing his privates to make him whimper, "...you're in no position to refuse me, rimrae umale!"
Strohl's mind instantly raced as detail about the battle line born from the last princess of Numyuoleim came to him — Telepathic, clairvoyance, high-level FISS, charisma beyond any measure that could help her make even the Archangel of Mortality listen to her, TWO THOUSAND YEARS of battle knowledge, mostly fought against her old rival who once was the dictator of Damgatuto, the Dark General of the Centre...! — before he whimpered as he felt his bowels about to let go...
"Now," she purred. "Tell me about your OTHER 'foster daughters'. I want to know who they are..."
A scream escaped Strohl as he felt a powerful psionic probe smash into his soul...
The End...For Now!
WRITER'S NOTES
This omake is set right after the events of Regina Magia's omake Seeker.
Translation list and source language: Eta — Red pepper powder (Noukiite); Titemam — Android (literally "machine male") (Yizibajohei); Numyuoleim — Literally "temple of eternal creation", the analogue of Egypt (Yizibajohei); Damgatuto — Literally "Country of the Damga", the analogue of Uganda (Yizibajohei); Te'a — That Which Is Above mortal understanding (Sagussan).
Neyanege Katabarbe (the Preacher) and Oetoka Go'ono (the Extreme Archaist) are both based on heel characters from normalman, the Pope of Pain and the Ultra-Conservative respectively. As noted before, Oetoka's wife Aruka Damasu (Lider) first appeared in Part Thirty-five of Book One.
The euphemism reading the script wrong is normally used when someone has made the wrong conclusion about the situation s/he is facing.
The Senior Year character note: Ōgi ot'ndai-Zkuhsbagh first appeared in "What Price For Love?"
The Type 29G intimate companion android/gynoid was first introduced in Long Way Home.
The Archangel of Mortality was first introduced in Part Four of Book One. The Dark General of the Centre was first seen in Part Twenty-eight of Book One.
