Trope: Hula and Luaus

Time: After the One Year Setback of the World's Destruction; The Evil Douji Club's Vacation to Hawaii, United States

Characters: Mizho and Parasse

Mizho couldn't help but feel like she had been tricked- some stupid trick that would end in someone's life being ripped out of them- but still a stupid trick. The horrible realization she was having though was that she had fallen for it.

In front of her lied an ocean full of half-naked people, jumping up and down in the waves, chasing each other, and in general being unconscious idiotic tourists. On the beach lied mounts of obese Americans who would only die drama-less deaths of heart disease.

Intertwined in these mounts of fat lied weak girls, ranging from a flat chested eight year old in a bikini to sixty year old cougars. All of them hoped that some equally idiotic, horny male figure would provide them self-worth by calling their chests and asses 'fine'. They hoped that said male figure also has a large penis and a small amount of stomach fat.

She loathed all of them.

"Remind me. Who said what that convinced me to go along with this, and why did I agree?" she asked partly to herself and partly to Paresse, who actually seemed comfortable on the beach towel in his claimed area of sand.

Paresse opened his eyes slightly and stared at the deep blue sky with clouds drifting over. "Something about…volcanoes," he said slowly. "You seemed interested."

"How did I get to the beach instead of hiking to see the volcano?" she challenged.

Paresse's eyes drifted to where his master was standing with her arms crossed in a bikini. He has boobs, he remarked to himself, amazed. Uh, that is still weird to see him as a teenage girl.

He sighed. "Fussa was going hiking. You preferred the beach."

She was silent for a moment and then said, "Oh, yeah. Now I remember. He's a creep. If he didn't have a douji I would have tortured him to death a long time ago for flirting with me."

Paresse yawned and started drifting off to sleep again. Mizho glanced down at her douji. His short, blonde hair was curving multiple ways from not wearing a hat. Somewhere he picked up an oversized white, long sleeved t-shirt and solid black swimming trunks.

An idea suddenly occurred to Mizho. It was an immature idea. If she was still Dubois it would be called unreasonable and childish. Then again, he was a fifteen year old girl; also, he always was a tad crazy. It was the only way to get some excitement today.

…

The next time Paresse woke up he was neck-deep in sand. He laid for a moment wondering what could have happened and what this would even be exactly until he saw the sign. A cardboard sign had the words 'Severed head' written in flowing, black marker with an arrow pointed at him. It was held up by Popsicle sticks.

"I think it looks great," Mizho's voice pointed out from behind him. Paresse leaned back and had an upside-down view of Mizho sucking on a banana Popsicle in a lawn chair.

Paresse felt the need to ask something like 'Why?' or 'How old do you have to be to find this funny?'. It might even have been appropriate to point out that he wasn't comfortable with teenage boys seeing the outline of her- whatever humans call it. If he was still physically a he, you would see the outline of his penis. Instead, it was a curvy whatever, and it made him feel like stabbing anyone who looked at it. Then he would bleach his eyes.

He turned away from the upside-down view of his master and tried to wiggle out of the sand his was stuck in, but then he decided against it. It was actually relaxing, encased in warm sand. Also, he didn't want to give Mizho the satisfaction of his escape attempt.

So Paresse and Mizho spent their vacation in Hawaii, each enjoying it in their own way. Mizho discovered that eating popsicles and watching little kids be afraid of Paresse's 'severed head' was a good way of passing time.

Paresse discovered that, despite the noise and inappropriate dress styles, a beach was a good place to relax at.