Disclaimer: UY and the characters therein are the property of their
respective owners.

Forward: This story is inspired by the fan fiction �Tribulation�,  by
�Rhonda Schell� which can be found at
http://www.peru.edu/~steadman/fanfiction/fanfic.shtml. Her interpretation of
Ataru, and the reasons why he does what he does are right on in my book. In
fact, I would go as far as to say he himself no longer realizes the extent
of the defenses he has put up to protect himself from a verbally abuses
mother, a practically nonexistent father, a cold, sometimes violent
girlfriend (Shinobu), and no friends (my definition of a friend is rather
strict, the gang of four, don�t meet it.)  The ultimate defense is the
perfect offense, his subconscious mind learned at a tender age. So over the
years, he fine tuned a personality to protect the child inside, constantly
refining, the perfect defense...... the perfectly offensive Ataru Moroboshi.

The Urusei Yatsura FanFic: In Sickness.....  (Rough Draft)      By Damien

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A Dream.

The room resembled a palacious roman bath. In it�s center a giant pool.
Perfectly clear blue water allowed one to see the beautiful artistic murals
that lined the bottom. They were of the Greek and Roman god Dionysus,
surrounded by throngs of women, drinking, laughing, playing in all manners
of undress. The mural perfectly mirrored the scene above the crystal water,
save for Dionysus, in his stead was a rather nondescript young Japanese man,
about 17 years of age. He has an unkempt mane of brown hair. The color of
his eyes are indeterminable as they are squinted, lost in a face consumed by
a twisted grin, or too beady, the color of the iris lost in the blackness of
the pupil. He has the build of a runner, lithe. Wearing the sleeveless garb
of a samurai, he sits in an ornate chair encircled by tables of food and
numerous women, who wish only to please him. His embellished, confident
laugh reverberates off the unseen marble walls drowning out the song of the
muses.


Above it all, on a balcony seemingly hanging in the air, not attached to any
wall, sat a little boy. Physically he was four years of age. He, like the
youth sitting below, has a head of unruly brown hair, but it looks as though
some attempt has been made to tame it. His eyes are innocent and round, a
beautiful light hazel in color. There is no smile on his cherubic face. He
wears a simple T-shirt and jeans and is the master of all he sees. With a
sigh, his eyes traverse the insanity below, occasionally stopping on certain
persons. He looked to four young men, each guarding a door. Megane, Perm,
Kakugari, and Chibi.


He had known the four for almost as long as he knew Shinobu. Childhood
friends. At least they were as close an approximation of friends as he had.
In fact, he would have used the word without reservation, before SHE showed
up. Now they wanted him dead. HER personal guard. Their mission; to keep him
with HER and away from HER at the same time, which may not make sense to
most people, but made perfect sense to the little boy. That fit into his
scheme quite nicely. Although he personally felt intimidated by them, his
other persona had no difficulties whatsoever in dealing with them, or any
other man for that matter. None of them would admit this of course,  but all
they guy�s he knew looked up to his creation. Even Mendou, the man who was
everything Ataru was not. They looked up to his alter ego because he did
things they wanted to but couldn�t or wouldn�t. When he pursued a girl,
flipped a skirt, caressed (caressed, glomped fondled, grabbed ...all depends
on your point of view) a woman, he could sometimes see the subtle and
sometimes not so subtle envy in their eyes. Something stopped them from
acting on their impulses, and he knew what it was....Fear (or morals). The
same fear that prevented him from even talking to a girl, the fear that
paralyzed him. The fear that powered his creation, his ubermensch.
Muuwhaaahaha. The stray thought that he needed counseling popped into his
mind again. He dismissed it and went on with his musings.


There were an uncountable number of females present, but the little boy knew
most were merely decoration, he paid them little mine. Up on his balcony he
felt secure, no one bothered him here. No one. No woman. No need to fear he
told himself. He continued his inspection, stopping at Ran.


Ran was part of the inner circle, women he had contact with on nearly a
daily basis. Women with whom he would have to converse. Those he feared
most. Also, Ran wanted him, and the little boy knew why. He might not be
point man on graduation day, but neither was he blind. He saw her suck the
youth from Megane with but a kiss. He saw the things she was capable of when
angered. He knew exactly how TERRIFYING she could be, but she was down there
and he was safe up here. She could never reach him. His big brother, his
doppelganger, would be sure of that. She was no match for him, kiss or no.
He continued onto Oyuki and Benten.


Oyuki and Benten were HER friends, so it was necessary for him to be able to
deal with them. Oyuki was demure and distant ....on the outside, inside she
was a firebrand. Benten seemed to be all violent, the little boy wondered
idly if there were more to her on the inside. He knew well the need for
outward defenses. They looked to be total opposites,.......but they always
seemed to be together. HHHHmmmmmmm..oh well, it wasn�t his concern either
way. They could never reach him. His eyes continued to wander. Kurma.


Kurma, he ran into infrequently, but considering the topic that would
invariably come up when he did, she too was close at hand. She was very
beautiful, not as beautiful as HER of course, but beautiful. Far too
beautiful for him to even talk to, no less ma...ma... do �you know what�
with. Big Brother could give her what she�s after though, that is if she can
handle the most lecherous being in the universe. Heheheheh...it�ll be a cold
day in hell before she got to him. Shinobu.


Shinobu is the woman all this was for. It had been initially created to deal
with her and ballooned from there. He had known her practically all his life
and she was perhaps the one person in the world who knew him best (although
that was rapidly changing, SHE just would not quit). Shinobu reminded him of
his mother to no end. What I deserve, he would say to himself. So cold, so
violent, but he deserved it, all of it. He was worthless, but somebody had
to punish him, put him in his place as it were. However, his opinion had
begun to change over time, as he watched Shinobu mature. She was not like
his mother. Violent at times, yes, but there were also times  when she was
there for him, when no one else was. He would have to reevaluate her place
here. The final person, he only trusted a glance at less he attract HER
attention.


The woman whose name he dare not mention. The one he was most afraid of, for
SHE could see him. He risked a look at HER. Perfection as far as he could
tell. He didn�t think he could imagine a woman more beautiful, more lovely,
more fair a goddess. Too bad SHE was insane. What else could explain HER
interest in him?? What would a goddess want with the cancer of Tomobiki as
someone had so eloquently put it? When SHE first arrived, he tried his
normal tact, but it was lost in the seriousness of the situation. Before he
knew it, SHE was HUGGING him. TOPLESS no less. ENGAGED....No.....MARRIED SHE
was saying. Then there was electricity, that he actually felt. HE FELT,
through all his barriers against pain, against rejection, it passed through
it all. Big Brother was no protection it seemed. Rejection and Hate he was
well prepared for, against Love he had no defense. Flight his only recourse.
The Hunter Hunted!! Try as he might to discourage HER, to protect HER from
him and the confines of his heart, SHE was undeterred. Crazy. So he let HER
in... a little... threw an occasional bone to HER. Allowed HER to join the
inner circle of his harem. Keep your friends close, your enemies even
closer. It was a dangerous plan, but it was to late for anything else. Oh
how tries to protect his fragile heart from HER. It was getting harder and
harder. SHE was relentless despite Big Brother ignoring her or treating her
like dirt. Sooo beautiful. A princess. He recalled the times he nearly
succeeded in ridding HER of him, and how he cried at the prospect .....was
it too late!!! No, those times had hurt, but Big Brother would have pulled
through, rejection was his thing. Even that time he thought HER and his
�friends� dead by his hand, Big Brother pulled through. No, SHE had not
reached his heart yet, or so he told himself. He spares another look at HER.
The forbidden fruit, Heheheh. The hair, the body, the face, all perfect,
wouldn�t change a thing. But his favorite were those blue-green eyes looking
up at him. Uh Oh. Not again!!


�Uh...there�s no need for you to get up. Heheheh, I�m just a looking around.
Passing through. No one of consequence,� the little boy said to the green
haired young woman who was smiling up at him. She stood up, a knowing look
in her eyes. �Oh you never listen. Hey Stupid, do something,� he yelled to
his protector.


The 17 year old Ataru down below stood from his chair, and took Lum by the
arm. �Hey, don�t bother with that worthless brat. He doesn�t deserve your
attention or anyone else's for that matter. I, on the other hand, am
everything a woman could want.� A blast of lightning floored him.

�Uh oh!!�

�Can I ask you a question?,� the dream Lum asked, looking up at the 4 year
old version of her Darling, a smile on her face.

�NO! Ask him! I don�t know nothin� �, the 4 yr.. old Ataru-chan yelled
pointing to the recovering older one. She spared a glance at Ataru and than
looked back up at Ataru-chan still smiling and shaking her head.

�No, I want to know what my Darling has to say,� Lum replied, her smile
growing bigger.

�So! ASK HIM,� Ataru-chan screamed again pointing to Ataru.

�Okay,� she said as she began floating off the ground toward Ataru-chan. �Do
you love me?� She was looking directly at his eyes, but was still some
distance away.

�Whaaa?! Why are you asking me?!! ASK HIM. ASK HIM!!!�

�Do YOU love me?� She asked pointing to him, she was still coming closer.

Ataru-chan had begun to panic. He couldn�t answer that question and he
couldn�t lie, that was what  big brother Ataru was for. A computer was
manifested out of thin air, along with a microphone. Ataru-chan hit a big
red button on the computer and yelled into the mike. �GUARDS!!! GUARDS, STOP
HER. DON�T LET HER GET ME! DON�T LET HER GET ME!� Sirens blared, and red
lights flared. But Lum continued her slow ascent, smiling.

�Do YOU love ME? Hmmmm, do you? It is simple question,� Lum said.

�Aaaahhhhh.....�

Five very familiar guards burst into action. One carried a sword, the rest
had a very big net. �Morons, your supposed to keep her away from me! STOP
HER!� Ataru-chan commanded. The dream Mendou directed the four guards to
toss the net over the still ascending Lum. They missed, the net entangling
them instead.  Things were way out of hand now. It was just him and HER, but
this was his dream, his mind, his world. The dream Lum had just crested the
balcony, and was about to confront Ataru-chan face to face, when the little
boy gave her a smile and snapped his fingers. Everything went dark.

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I know it needs some work. It is not nearly finished.
Send any type of comments whatsoever. I�ve got a thick skin.
I don�t know any of you well enough, for you to hurt my feelings.



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Blessed are those who go around in circles, for they shall
be known as wheels.

DAMIEN
damien_searight@msn.com