Subject: [FFML] Re: [FanFic][SM] Nuke 'Em 'Till They Glow!! Ch.10 P.2 (17/?!?!)
From: "DB Sommer" <sommer@3rdm.net>
Date: 3/6/2002, 11:10 AM
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Finally finished with my rough draft, which grew to nearly twice the length
that I had in mind. So I'll do a little more C+C before going to the arduous
task of revision:

Raye shook her head. "No. Not since he got hit by that guy
last night."

"That's funny, I thought I saw him after the fight, in the
hospital. You were there. You saw him, didn't you?"

Raye didn't respond.

"Didn't you?!"

Raye: It depends on what you mean by 'see.' If you mean it in the sense that
we had sex, then yes, I did see him.

He didn't have time to pick up a 'Get Well' card because he
would have to be getting to Professor Kuno's poetry class pretty
soon, but he hoped a visit would be enough. The sign out front said
that visitors' hours were not until the afternoon, but the
receptionist didn't say anything when he asked to go in, so it most
likely would not be a problem.

Sure it won't.



"Can't you hear me?" Darien pressed, putting out a hand to
lightly touch her arm.

*Whoosh* Darien's hand passed right through Amy's arm. He
drew back and gasped in shock. "What--?!"

Oops. Looks like he was hit so hard he ended up in the afterlife. :)



CHIBA MAMORU?

Darien blinked hard when he heard the voice, then spun around
to see an eight-foot tall skeleton in a hooded black robe stride
toward him, brandishing a very long-handled scythe with a gleaming
silver blade. Despite all the fluorescent track-lighting, darkness
seemed to permeate the area around him.

SORRY I'M LATE.

Darien let out a girly whimper and passed out.

Whoops. Looks like Tux-Boy didn't make it this time. Poor weenie. :)


"What do you mean, 'I'm dead?!'"

I AM HERE TO COLLECT YOUR SOUL. KNOWING THAT, THE REST SHOULD
BE OBVIOUS.

Mamoru: But what if I don't like Hell? I'm going to have to come back.


He was dead.

He was DEAD.

He was DEADER than dead.

Wouldn't that be 'Alive'? :)



"No!" Darien shouted back. "It was horrible, creepy, and I
don't like how I died!"

Death paused in consideration of the man's statement.

WHAT KIND OF DEATH WOULD YOU LIKE?

Darien: Old age, and quite some time from now.



WOULD YOU PREFER IT IF YOU WERE TAKEN UP INTO VALHALLA BY A
FLIGHT OF VALKYRIES INSTEAD?

Darien nodded and shouted, "Yes! I just might!" He paused,
realizing what he just said. "No, wait! I mean--"

THAT CAN BE ARRANGED.

*Dahn-dahn-dah-dah-daaah-daah!*Dahn-da-da-duln-duhn!*

Well, he did ask for it.


Behind the women, a pair of huge, ghostly, half-plane half-
robots cruised down the large hallway.

The women started singing in a very high pitch and the robots
fired up their engines.

Both groups of Valkyries roared toward the dead man.


Cute.



"ArbyFish," Darien mouthed. There were some things that
simply could not be forgotten, no matter how much effort one puts
into it.

Too true.

"He... looked different than I imagined."

"Ta YEW 'E would," Arby replied, crossing his front flippers
while he fluttered over to perch on top of the man's head. "Th'
Almoigh'y Great Green Arkleseizure's presence iz not ta be unda'esta'
ma'ed."

"Almighty... Great... Green... ARKLESEIZURE?!"

Of course. Isn't that the almighty Tux-Boy wanted? :)



"But I didn't understand _anything_ he said, Arby."

"Oye did."

And in the end, that's all that really mattered.



"--n' yew can get revoived the day that'chew can stop being
a shrew-monger n' defeat the real tough guy that killedja."

Ohh. That's not a good sign.


*Wink*Wink*Wink* Arby blinked a couple of times, an amazing
task, considering that he barely ever used his eyelids. He tilted
his head. "Ey, wot'chew just say?"

"Oye..." Darien grimaced and threw up his arms. "Oh, great!
Now you've got ME doing it!"

Arby looked pleased. "Gotcha speakin' roight _propa'_ now,
Oye doez."

Heh


"Level TEN did you say? I'm surprised you even lasted long
enough to take that hit. Most people simply burn up if they get too
close to one--like, within eight miles' distance."

Heh. That would be problematic.


*WHINNIEEE!* The horselike creature let out a high-pitched
winnie, then reared back, almost throwing Tuxedo Mask off, then
dove forward, the Gates of Hades wide open to receive them.

Kull the Conqueror shook his head and rolled his eyes. "What
a gullible kid he's turned out to be." He looked at the Chinese
Valkyrie standing next to him. "He doesn't take after my side of
the family, that's for sure."

The woman smiled playfully at her disembodied husband. "Oh?"

Heh



The Sayajin blinked. "So you want to try and defeat ME?"

Darian: Do you have anything better to do?

Kakkorotto: No. But you dont' stand a chance.

Darian: I have a really evil idea that's sure to piss far more people than
me.

Kakkorotto: Yes?

Darian: Let me win. I've been set up to lose by the powers above. They don't
want me to go back because it would be a waste of their energy. So if things
go wrong and I win, it'll piss all of them off, and you enjoy pissing people
off, don't you?

Kakkorotto: True. Your plan has merit. Also when people hear you've won,
they'll think I've gone soft and will come after me, thinking me weakened.
And then I'll get to beat the hell out of them and say and mock them for
being even 'weaker' than you.



Tuxedo Mask clenched his teeth. "I mean it!"

"Okay," Kakkorotto said, taking several deep breaths to help
himself calm down, "sure. I'll fight you." Something occurred to him.
"Hey, if you beat me and get to live again for it, does that mean I
get to live again if _I_ beat _you_?"

Tuxedo: Nope. Only works one way.



"Fleas?!" Tuxedo Mask exclaimed, instantly starting to feel
itchy. He dropped down and rolled around, frantically trying to
stop the fleas from doing their work. In the process, all of
Kakkorotto's super-speed punches and kicks missed him.

You're an evil man, Oliver.


"N' that's 'ow ya does it," Arby finished his explanation.

"The badger...? The mushroom and the alcophobic marmoset?"

Why not?

Dust scattered every which way and several horned demons and
scantily clad demonesses stood off on the sidelines to watch.

"WAY TO GO, KAKKIE!" Mara cheered, glad to see some retribution
against the jerk that had stolen her laundry.

Heh



Ten seconds later, Arby hauled Tuxedo Mask out of the man-
shaped hole and tossed him to the side of it. "There ya go!"

The demons booed. A shower of fire and brimstone followed.

They seem to be growing more restless.



Tuxedo Mask actually started to believe the things he had been
hearing. "That's right... I've never been able to do anything good,
even though I got good grades in college, it was a Poli-Sci degree..

Ewww. No wonder he's useless. :)
.


Tuxedo Mask examined the weapon he had been given. It was a
plain axe, with little decoration.

The best kind. One built for use instead of ornamentaion.


*BOOM-BOOM-WHACK!*
*BOOM-BOOM-WHACK!*

Kull turned toward Darien and said, "Okay, kid, we're gonna
sing you a little song to get you going."

Just plain evil.



"It means," Arby said, "Tuxy n' Bruce get ta go back ta Earth
n' live out'cha short loives there," he turned to the Sayajin, "n'
yew n' Oye get ta spend the rest of eta'ni'ey tage'thah!"

"WHAT?!" Kakkorotto cried, raising his arms in shock.

Hehehehe. Some reward.


Darien wrapped the white sheet around his waist and stumbled
out of the basement, muttering, "Hope I get it right last time. Last
time I went looking, I found Sailor Moon. Heh, who cares about _that_
girl?"

^_^



The man in the white coat coughed as he realized that the stiff
had just walked out. With eyes wide in shock, he whispered to
himself, "I've never lost a patient before..."

First time for everything.


---

To be continued...

Okay, so does anybody want this section included in the actual
NETTG storyline?

Sure. It was long and fun enough to fit in.

Cute. Dragged a bit in the middle with the fight, but aside from that it
worked fine. Have to get to more of this later. Off to eat, then work. Ciao.

D.B. Sommer




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