AN: Here it is, part 2 with more randomness. It's much shorter than part 1, but I like how the scenes turned out. Thanks for the reviews!
note1: This is SEED-only, which means that it's ignores everything from Destiny, so there. That's why Mwu's here. (I dunno, I might do a scene that pokes fun at Destiny, if I feel like it.)
note2: Miguel is voiced by T.M. Revolution, the singer who sang many songs for SEED and Destiny, such as Invoke, Meteor, Zips, Ignited, and Vestige.
ADVENTURES IN THE AFTERLIFE PART II
by MapleRose
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"Son? Is that you?"
Mwu stiffened at that voice. He turned around and groaned inwardly. He didn't feel like talking to this man, ever.
"What are you doing here?"
Mwu raised his eyebrow. "Isn't it obvious?"
The other man stared at him momentarily, before smacking his forehead.
"Great, just great. The clone's dead, and you're dead too! Now who's gonna pass down the Flaga genes!?"
Mwu's left eye twitched.
Al da Flaga sighed and rambled on, almost to himself. "I knew I should've left a few more copies of myself while I still had the chance! Now I can't be cloned anymore, 'cause that idiot Hibiki says he doesn't have his equipment here! And I'm too old to have kids the normal way now."
"…" for once, Mwu didn't know what to say. He was too stunned by his father's stupidity. He didn't bother explaining that since this is the Afterlife, and that only the dead can be here, no new life could be produced anyway.
"Uh, have you seen mother?" he finally managed to say, looking for an excuse to get away from this man.
"Pfffttt, her?" Al waved his hand in dismissal, "Haven't seen her since the day we got here. And good riddance!"
Mwu had to suppress the sudden urge to punch him.
"Oh wait!" As Mwu was about to leave, his father spoke up, as if he suddenly remembered something. Mwu groaned inwardly again.
"I remember seeing you with that pretty woman on Earth," he winked, "Nice catch by the way. That's my boy!"
Mwu's eye twitched again.
"So," Al leaned closer and whispered, "Did ja leave an heir?"
"…" Mwu didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he stared at this moron who unfortunately was his father.
Just then, Natarle Badgiruel had to choose this moment to walk by them. She stopped as she spotted Mwu.
"Commander? You're here too?" she exclaimed, surprised.
Mwu almost groaned outwardly. It wasn't because he didn't want to talk to her. He just didn't want to talk to her when his father was still around.
Sure enough, Al da Flaga noticed her. "So, you know my son?"
Son? Then that means…
Natarle straightened immediately and saluted. "Lieutenant Commander Natarle Badgiruel. I uh, used to work with your son."
Neither of them noticed Mwu palming his face. Oh great…
"Hmm…" Al eyed the woman before him. Badgiruel... that name sounded a vaguely familiar…Then it struck him, she was from that family who had a nice military legacy, and not to mention pretty wealthy too. He eyed her up and down. Well, not too bad, could be better, but whatever, she'll do.
"So," Al da Flaga grinned at Natarle, "How would you like to help pass down the Flaga genes?"
"Uh, what?" Natarle looked both surprised and confused.
"Hey old man," Mwu's voice interrupted just as Al da Flaga was about to explain what he meant.
"Yeah?"
He turned just in time to see his son's fist connect with his jaw.
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"Tolle, stop singing!" the green-haired pianist complained as he banged his hands on the piano in frustration. "Let Miguel sing, please! Before the whole bar gets mad at us again, and throw us out. Again."
But Tolle wasn't listening. He gripped the microphone possessively and belted out an off-key chorus.
Nicol grimaced as he held his hands to his ears. "Please!" he shouted.
In the time that they've been here, Nicol and Tolle had become good friends. Tolle was easygoing and fun to be around. But when he gets a little drunk…he can be really annoying.
The sudden feedback from the microphone caused Nicol to squeeze his eyes shut. He heard noises of a struggle, and then Tolle's annoyed voice.
"Hey, let go!"
"You let go!" Miguel's equally annoyed voice answered. "Leave the singing to the professionals, got that?"
"I am a professional."
"Yeah, a professional asshole."
Nicol sighed. Those two always seemed to be at each other's throats, kind of reminded him of Yzak and Athrun. But in reality, he knew that they were friends. Well, more or less.
He stood up from his piano and walked over to the other boys, where they were fighting over the microphone. There was a lot of feedback as it swung from one teen to the other, and Nicol felt sorry for his poor ears. He stole a glance at their audience—which consisted of three people at the moment, since Tolle had scared the rest away—and they were grimacing too.
Nicol sighed again. He felt sorry for those three poor souls, and wondered faintly why they were still sitting there.
"Miguel, Tolle, stop it!" he grabbed the microphone away from both of them.
"Hey! That's mine!" they both cried as they reached for it.
"No, it belongs to the bar," the green-haired boy rolled his eyes.
He sighed inwardly. Why was he always stuck being the peacemaker? He thought he was relieved of his role of breaking up fights between Yzak and Athrun when he died...
"Miguel, you sing," he handed the blond boy the microphone. Miguel grinned smugly at Tolle, who lunged at him.
"Tolle!" Nicol stopped him mid-lunge. Even though his stature was small, being a Coordinator, Nicol was stronger than he looked. "Can you go gather an audience? Please?" He pushed him towards the exit of the stage and towards the crowd.
Grumbling, Tolle disappeared into the crowd.
Nicol sighed. Maybe he should get a drum set or something and teach Tolle to play it. At least he'd feel useful. Then he glanced back to his piano and made a face. Drums and piano…He made a face again and wondered if Tolle would be willing to learn the violin instead.
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Natarle was a bit shaken as Mwu towed her wordlessly away from Al da Flaga.
D-Did he just…
"Um, Commander?" she spoke up, a bit timidly. She'd never pictured the Commander as the violent type, yet…
Mwu finally stopped, after they've distanced themselves from his idiot father.
"I've always wanted to do that," he muttered to himself with a satisfied smile.
"Pardon?"
He turned to her, sighed and grinned sheepishly, "Sorry you had to see that."
She looked away, blushing from slight embarrassment and perhaps something else. "Uh, it's all right."
Mwu sighed audibly again. "Yeah, my old man is a moron, just ignore him and walk away if you ever run into him again."
"Er okay, sure…"
The two fell into silence, before Natarle cleared her throat and spoke up.
"I uh, I guess I'm a bit surprised to see you here."
He shrugged. "To be honest, I'm a bit surprised to see you here too." He remembered seeing escape pods came out of the Dominion, and he thought she'd be in there. But that wasn't right, somebody had to be in the bridge to fire that Lohengrin.
Natarle remembered Azrael's shocked expression after that shot failed to destroy the Archangel. She remembered vaguely that it was blocked by something. Oh, so he must've been in that something.
"It, it wasn't me," she told him. "It was Azrael, but I couldn't stop him," she lowered her eyes, "Sorry."
Mwu was a bit surprised at her sudden apology. Then he smiled, "Ah well, it's over now anyway, no point in thinking about what could've been."
She smiled gratefully. "Thanks for protecting the Archangel. I, I'd hate to see it destroyed."
He smiled, nostalgia in his eyes. "Yeah…me too…"
They fell into uncomfortable silence again.
"So," she cleared her throat again, "What was your father talking about? What was he going to ask me?"
Mwu suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Um, that? Never mind about that, just forget it ever happened, okay?" He laughed, almost nervously.
"Um, I'll see you around," he mock-saluted her and left before she could ask any more about her encounter with Al da Flaga.
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"Fllay Allstar!" cried a surprised and indignant voice.
But the girl wasn't listening. After a few drinks, she became a bit…giddy. She had taken off her uniform jacket, leaving on a tank-top and short skirt, and had started dancing on the tables to the beat of Miguel's current song, Invoke. Needless to say, she attracted a lot of attention, especially from the young male (former) soldiers.
"Fllay!" the voice cried out again, but it was all but lost in the cheers and whistles from the crowd around her.
The man sighed and pushed his way towards the table, receiving strange looks from the young men.
"Fllay Allstar!" he slammed his palms down on the table when he reached her, and stared at her angrily. "You come down this instant, you hear me?!"
"Hmm?" Fllay looked down, and a grin spread on her face.
"Papa!"
She took a few steps towards him, and he backed up in surprise. Before he could do anything, she jumped off the table at him. He barely had time to catch her.
After getting over his shock, he cleared his throat as he looked at her in disapproval.
"Fllay, what are you doing here?" he asked sternly.
"I died," she giggled.
He twitched.
"I meant, what were you doing up there?" he pointed to the tables. Then looking at what she was wearing, his brows knitted. "And in that…getup!"
"Dancing," she replied sweetly, oblivious to her father's anger and surprise. "It's fun! Watch me."
She was about to leave and climb onto the table again, but he caught her arm and held her back.
"You're not going back up there young lady!"
Fllay pouted.
George Allstar sniffed at the air, and then stared back at Fllay incredulously. "Have you been drinking?!"
She nodded earnestly, "Yup, those drinks are really good. And, they're free." She grinned.
Her father stared at her, huffing, at a loss for words.
"You're too young to drink!" he finally told her.
She brushed it off. "Nah, there's no drinking age restrictions here, that's what they all tell me."
"But, but," he stuttered.
"Aw Papa!" she pouted again. Then she rolled her eyes. "I'm not a little girl anymore. If I'm old enough to sleep with Kira, I'm old enough to drink."
His eyes and mouth became o-shaped, and he let go of Fllay's arm.
Fllay took this opportunity to climb back onto the table, and waved like she was a star. The audience whistled and whooped.
George Allstar fainted.
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More randomness to come...