Happy Ever After...?
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"There are no happy endings because nothing ever ends."
Peter S. Beagle, "The Last Unicorn"
An El Hazard(OVA)/AMG crossover
By Barry Cadwgan (bcadwgan@fl.net.au)
Ah! My Goddess and the people introduced to us in that story are
property of Kosuke Fujishima
The Magnificent World of El-Hazard, and people both native and foreign
to it, were created by Hiroki Hayashi and Ryoe Tsukimura.
I merely like them enough to want to craft stories around them.
Fullsome thanks to my prereaders and others who helped make this a
better story. TJ, Jussi, Richard, Skywise, Stargazer, Josh, Doug.
Matthew Lewis, Dave Eddy, Bob Schroeck, T.H. Tiger, Chris Angel, Mr
Griffin, Gamlain, Bastet's Chosen, Matthew Campbell, Kevin Wible, John
Conner. Keener, Ash, Brendan, Jon Farber, Slayer Next, Henry J. Cobb,
April, Radler, Dave Row..
Hmmm there's rather a lot of you isn't there, but I said names would go
up in lights ^_-
Hope it's worthwhile!
Many stories begin with something going wrong.. this is not one of them.
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Present day, Morning, Earth, Tokyo.
Makoto Mizuhara lay on his futon with his eyes shut, listening to the
birds greet the sun.
He turned his head slightly, opening his eyes to watch the sunlight
filter into his small room..
Makoto thought back over the last few months.. He'd finally managed to
get his life back to something like normality. He'd finished school,
the coaching Fujisawa-sensei had run him through in El Hazard in the
time it had taken to construct the gate he had used to rejoin Ifurita
had helped there.
He finally decided to get up, completed his morning ablutions and headed
down to breakfast.
He had brought enough gold back with him to buy a small, two bedroom
flat and make some discreet investments, storing the bulk away.
Makoto stopped at the foot of the stairs, simply looking for a moment.
A woman sat casually on the floor mat looking out at some birds in the
small back garden. Her legs curled up underneath her, hair simply tied
back in an azure waterfall down the back of her dressing gown, she was
more beautiful than most other women in a ball gown.
The beauty of a well crafted blade, which was appropriate given what she
was.
A blade whose a razor edge had cut straight to his heart.
Ifurita.
The most powerful of the Demon-gods of El Hazard. An android
super-weapon created by a lost civilisation.
Ancient, vastly powerful, slayer of armies and destroyer of cities.
Crippled in body by the long ages she had slept, and in soul by memories
of war and destruction.
Feeling his gaze, Ifurita turned, a smile blossoming on her pale face
"Good morning Makoto.."
"Good morning Ifurita." His smile answered hers, sun to her moon.
"You're early.. I haven't started on your breakfast yet."
"Today's a big day. I wanted to make an early start."
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School! Makoto snorted as he finished breakfast and rose to help her
wash up. Still it had to be done.. he could not have returned to
El-Hazard, although he had made friendships that he would treasure for
the rest of his life.. he could not return.
He could not return because _she_ could not return. Too much blood had
been spilt for her to live peacefully there.. too much blood and too
many terrible memories.
A clean break.
A fresh start. She had earned it. Ten thousand years of slavery, then
ten thousand years of longing. She had paid and paid and paid.
"I could fly you there.. it would be much safer and faster than that."
"No.. No fl.." he answered
Ifurita smiled, interrupting Makoto "I remember. No flying when there's
anybody looking, no energy bolts, no.."
He put his hands on her shoulders, prelude to an embrace.. "A quiet
life."
"Yes" The hope was plain in her voice as she enjoyed their closeness. "A
quiet life."
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Makoto Mizuhara and Ifurita 'Robinson' got on his motorcycle and headed
off for his first day at Nekomi Institute of Technology.
She deserved a chance.
They deserved a chance..
..A chance to live happily ever after.
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PART 1
FIRST IMPRESSIONS
Ifurita, in black leggings and long sleeved shirt and enveloped in a
large red jacket, sat on a blanket with her small rucksack at her feet.
She basked in the thin April sunlight, unaffected by the cool breeze
blowing over the green outside the university administration building.
She was watching the young humans mill around the booths of the various
clubs and societies. Makoto was out there, she was tracking him..
feeling his heartbeat.. hearing his tread.
She had been alone for so long she had difficulty coping with crowds.
Despite his memories, she had not been ready for it. Makoto had noticed
her tension. She was reacting to everything, everyone.. jitteringly
overloaded with potential threats until finally he'd taken her to the
park, away from the crowd, before she reacted the way she was designed.
"Concentrate on me. Ignore all of them.. Only act if someone actually
does something, and for kami-sama's sake don't kill anyone." He had
said.
Then they'd sat and he'd held her until the shivering stopped.
And so she was content to simply sit and watch the world go by for a
little while.
It was all so 'normal', or so her borrowed memories said.
She still wasn't sure what normal was, especially as it applied to her..
but she was certain she would have fun finding out.
Fun.. non-productive activity, not related to any Mission Objective.
Purely for personal enjoyment, to feel 'good'. It was strange, this
'freedom'.
Freedom. Of the gifts her Makoto had given her, she was not sure which
she valued more, her freedom, or the awakening that had lead her to
_want_ her freedom
Awakening without freedom had been torture.. freedom without emotion
would have lead to stagnation. A pointless, purposeless existence.
Her freedom.. What was her Mission Objective now? She did not know and
the thought at once exhilarated and terrified her, but she knew she
would enjoy finding out, with Makoto, and there was so much to....
Her musing was interrupted by a pair of shadows.
"Hello pretty lady."
She glanced up. She had classified all humans as default friendly
neutrals and dismissed them from her consideration.
"Mind if we join you?"
She favoured them with a basilisk stare. "yes." and as they made to sit
".. I mind."
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Makoto shouldered through the thronging students.. Chorus line club..
Super strings study group.. Manga club.. Women's Volleyball club.. Art
club.. 'Babes galore' was right, but he was already well and truly
'involved'. A smile passed across his face. After Shayla Shayla and
Nanami chasing after him.. No, he'd had enough of that. He was a one
woman man.
Sayoko shot a second glance as she saw something familiar in a young man
who was walking past.
..Laundry lovers club? _Grave robber's_ Club. Makoto stopped and
stared for a moment before moving on.
NIT Four Wheels club.. he flicked a glance over the bunny suited girls
signing people up and kept right on walking. Loud music, and louder
exhortations from some idiots with megaphones. Tacky.
NIT Motor Club.. A lot like their competition. Brashly loud, but a lot
less 'professional' looking, and somehow friendlier, a _real_ club,
messy, fun and _alive_.
On impulse, he walked over to say hello.
The woman, a tanned platinum blond in something bright and tight, lazily
looked him over, her lips curving into a dangerous smile. It was a
species of smile he'd seen before. Ignoring her with an effort and
seeing the smile curdle slightly out of the corner of his eye, he
concentrated on the man in biker leathers and studs
Ootaki and Urd, who had been holding the fort while the others ate their
lunch, looked over the newcomer. A young man, black hair and brown
eyes, slightly built and to Urd's experienced eye, attractive but not
overwhelming.. but with a quiet maturity and self assurance well beyond
his years. An _interesting_ specimen. Urd's green eyes sparkled in
anticipation.
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Ifurita was standing, hands clenched, two ..boys for want of a better
word, standing separated enough that she couldn't glare at both
simultaneously. Makoto could see the indecision in her posture. And if
she didn't know what to do....
"You! What are you doing here!" Makoto barked as he strode up,
catching the nearest one with his eyes. Ifurita shot him a look of
relief.
"What's it to.. " the closer boy trailed off and he took a step back as
he saw the look in the young man's eyes. An unflinching look of quiet
self confidence. In the years on El Hazard, Makoto had been faced with
many dangers and had come through These two were nothing compared to
Bugrom warriors or Phantom Tribe assassins.
Ifurita concentrated her glare on the other who flinched at her
undivided attention.
"I think you'd better leave." Makoto's tone was flat.
They took the hint.
"See, I didn't hurt them." Ifurita seemed almost amazed "I didn't have
to hurt them. It's strange though, they didn't know me.. didn't fear
me. Here I am not remembered as a bogey to frighten children. Here I
am.. ordinary." A wistful smile touched her face.
"Never _ordinary_." Makoto replied with a loving look as he gathered up
the blanket and small rucksack. He linked arms with her "Come on, I
have a few people I want you to meet."
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Urd felt a warm inner glow as she watched the NIT Motor Club's two
newest recruits walk away. Such an unusual pair. The man so
ordinary.. reminding her of another very 'ordinary' young man. And the
woman.. some sort of artificial being, she thought, a sense of great age
and a blood stained past combined with a surprising innocence.
She could almost _see_ the chemistry fizzing between them.
<Ah! Love!> she thought.
But she was _sure_ they could use a little help....
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Skuld, running ahead of Belldandy, Keichi and Megumi with a triple
decked ice cream cone in each hand took one look at Ifurita walking past
and her eyeballs nearly _exploded_.
"kawaii.... kawaii mecha.... " the pint sized goddess whispered as her
eyes filled with tears of joy, turning to follow the demon-god with her
gaze.
"Now then Skuld-chan, it's not polite to stare like that. " chided
Belldandy, coming up behind her.
Skuld turned to her sister. "Sorry oneesama. But.. but.. she's so
KAWAII!!"
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Ifurita whispered to her companion "Did you notice how that little girl
was staring at me? Is there something wrong with the.."
Makoto smiled reassuringly "I'm sure it's your striking good looks."
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The next day, Makoto and Ifurita arrived at the NIT MC headquarters.
"Let's meet them shall we." Makoto said as he pulled open the door to
the clubhouse.
Boxes and parts from all sorts of vehicles were piled and stacked with a
complete disregard for type, size, shape and the laws of physics.
Amongst the debris were seven people. A Large Economy size with a
brushcut, small moustache and muscle shirt, standing with arms folded
talking to Ootaki, who had signed them up yesterday. Another guy in a
grey uniform with some sort of insignia sat crosslegged glowering at
nothing in particular. The woman from the previous day squabbled with
a little girl with long black hair. A third woman, with golden brown
hair and the most glorious blue eyes, smiled at the new arrivals. All
three shared a family resemblance. A slight man with short black hair
sat close to the smiling woman, grinning and waving them over.
The contrast between the four girls was striking. Ifurita did not have
the warm caring beauty of Belldandy, the sultry heat of Urd, or the
cuteness of Skuld. Ifurita, ancient and deadly.. the beauty of a naked
flame, a glacier or a mastercrafted sword. A perilous, inhuman beauty,
armoured in pride and an assurance that there was nothing physical in
this world she need fear.
Tamiya lunged for Makoto, arms outstretched for his customary
'greeting'.
"Welcum to da Club my FrieUUURRRKKK"
A stony faced Ifurita shoved her love back, to land sprawling outside
the door, and grabbed the giant by his belt with one hand, easily
lifting him off the floor, the other hand coming back to strike..
"NO!" shouted Makoto, one arm outstretched in a futile attempt to avert
a tragedy.
Ifurita froze, then lowered Tamiya so his feet touched the ground. He
kept going on his own, falling to his knees. Ifurita stood back and
bowed "My apologies sempai. I misinterpreted your actions. It will not
happen again."
"Sallright.." Tamiya squeaked, his eyes filling with tears of pain. She
had lifted him off the ground very suddenly.. and his pants had bunched
up painfully.
Ifurita had moved over to Makoto who was dusting himself off
"I made a mistake didn't I." she asked softly, her eyes downcast.
"Maybe" Makoto replied, looking at the others, still staring in shocked
surprise, both at the strength Ifurita had displayed and the unthinking,
unhesitating reaction to danger : Attack.
Ifurita turned and seeing the other's reactions, a look of anguish
crossed her face. So alone, it seemed she would always be alone. Who
could blame them for looking askance at a monster like her.
Belldandy quickly came over to reassure the other girl, her soft words
soothing Ifurita's anxiety and incidentally Tamiya's aches.
Ootaki hauled Tamiya up commenting "Y'know, I told you that'd happen
_one_ of these days. Didn't expect a chick to do it though." He turned
to Ifurita "Robinson-san you must work out a lot!"
Makoto sidled over to Keichi "Ah.. is it always like this Sempai?" he
asked quietly
Keichi sweatdropped and scratched the back of his head "Well, actually
this is pretty quiet."
Makoto glanced towards Ifurita, now being fussed over by Belldandy and
looking quite confused.
"Oh." was all he could say.
"I'm Morisato Keiichi, Third year engineering, that's.." Keichi took a
moment to introduce the others present.
"Thank you sempai. My name is Mizuhara Makoto, first year engineering
and.." he lead the other over to Ifurita and Belldandy "..this is
Ifurita Robinson, also first year engineering."
The introductions continued..
"So, Robinson-san, how do you find Ear.. Japan?" asked Belldandy
guilelessly.
"Most.. educational. I learn more every day." replied the Demon-god <I
wonder what those marks on her face represent? They are similar to
those of the priestesses.>
"That's good." Belldandy beamed, then turned to Makoto "And you are
Mizuhara Makoto. It is so good to meet you."
Makoto couldn't help smiling back at her. Somehow, as Ifurita snaked an
arm through his, he felt he had finally come home.
Sitting and watching them, Skuld's eyes glowed with enthusiasm as she
bounced up and down. "I've never seen anything like her before!"
"Shaddup brat." whispered Urd, gazing with equal, if differently
focussed, enthusiasm "Don't put them off!"
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OMAKEE THEATRE!
(Thanks to Jussi for inspiring this)
Makoto and Ifurita, having gotten home after an exhausting day, were
studying the mass of paper the student association have unloaded on
them. She was trying some zero prescription glasses to see if they
softened had on her image (with negligible effect)
Ifurita was reading a list of NIT's clubs. Half way through, peered
over her glasses at Makoto. "Grave robber's club? I did not think that
was socially acceptable."
Makoto looked sheepish, scratching the back of his head. "Umm... Well,
yes, you're right there..."
Ifurita continued, indicating another line with a forefinger "And
this. 'Earth Defence club'? Honestly, Makoto, is this the Nekomi
Institute of Technology or Tomobiki High??"
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Well, now on with Wolf in Crisis and Revenges End... oh, and the next
episode of this ^_-