Mystery Fusion # 24

	Disclaimer: Check the author's notes.
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heh

	The dust of the seemingly eternal waste drifted across 
the parched 
and thirsty earth, swirling in gusting eddies away from a 
pair of 
figures. The first, a man, large in stature, hair loose 
and flowing 
to just past his shoulders, sunglasses hiding his eyes 
and lending 
him a nearly expressionless gaze. His trench coat ruffled 
slightly 
in the errant breeze, parting the material and revealing 
the large 
cylindrical weapon in his hand, the end still glowing and 
warm, 
stray vapors and mists boiling off of it.

you know... at first I thought it was bolt crank... and 
then you made that reference to Riff and Torg... n.n;;;

	The other, not human by any stretch, though quite large, 
much like a 
humanoid dragon, exaggerated and jagged claws laying limp 
against 
the ground as its death rattle sounded, one good eye 
slowly rolling 
to peer at the man. Beneath the creature, feeding the 
thirsty soil, 
dark ichor seeped out of a messy and circular bore that 
lanced 
through the entire creature's torso.

oh no... not... not the dragon Aylee... Dragon Aylee was 
one of the cooler Aylees around... granted, the current 
Aylee is a nasty peice of work... evil too... n.n;;;

	"You are the last?" it hissed, voice heavy and gurgling 
with more of 
the same ichor flooding its throat.

	"Yeah," he said after a moment, lowering his head to 
gaze at the 
creature, then crouching lower to look at it more 
closely. "I guess so."

	"Even... even the... why you? Why me?"

you don't mean... but Bun Bun _CAN'T_ die... Bun Bun is 
forever... Bun Bun is eternal... oooh... Bun Bun as the 
eternal champion...

And I wonder where Torg's soul went after he died... he is 
wanted by the dimension of pain... and he might go to 
heaven... but he and Riff did traffic with demons... 
slayed one or two as well... n.n;;;

	One of the man's hands instinctively, reached towards a 
pocket of the 
coat, but that hand dropped, and he shook his head. "Me? 
I got 
lucky. Screwed up. One experiment gone wrong, gave me 
what I have now."

blinks... you don't mean... you can't mean... Riff is... 
immortal now...

	"And I?" the creature insisted, coughing weakly.

	"I don't know," he admitted after a moment. "Alien, I 
guess. You just 
might have lived this long anyway. I know I got lucky. It 
was the 
nanites. In part. Maybe you, too."

nanites... I'm getting a really bad feeling now...

	"You finally got me," the draconian beast managed. "You 
always wanted 
to. Why?"

	"You killed them," he said simply. "I always said you 
would, and you 
did."

oh no... you didn't... argh!!! Aylee!

	"Not... not on purpose," the creature protested. "Was... 
accident."

	"Yeah, well," the man trailed off, sighing. "Why were 
you here, anyway?"

	"Learn," the creature gasped. "To learn. About humans."

blinks... but I thought that Aylee ended up on Torg and 
Riff's world because of Riff's blunder with his invention 
while trying to get rid of Bun Bun?

Unless of course...you meant her reason for being on that 
ship in the first place...

<snip>

	"Goodbye, Aylee," he responded, rising to his feet. "But 
it's Bolt 
Crank, now. And I guess I got a lot to do." He smirked, 
adjusting 
his sunglasses. "And a lot of notes to take."

*thud*

bastard...

baka...

that's cruel and mean... teasing us like that.... we do 
not like that... Chases Brian with the rest of the 
Princess Princess fan club... and Aylee fan club and the 
Bun Bun henchmen/women/mini lop club...

	With that, the man turned, striding away purposefully 
across the 
wastes that had lain for hundreds of years, undisturbed, 
though in 
his youth, they were different lands entirely...

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	Author's Notes:

	Who am I kidding? No one's going to get this one.

I did _get_ it...

	Bolt Crank is from Eatman, which is owned by Viz in the 
US.
	Sluggy Freelance belongs to Pete Abrams.

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my U.S. education,
is the source of blame.

Yours,
Bombadil aka Ciara Nami, baka mazoku of the RE II saga...

"You know... there is a reason why they considered it a 
curse to live in interesting times..."
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