DREAM OF LIFE (7271)
Directed
by Karina M.
7270/DoL ©2001 Justin Lo; S. Kinosamew
Little
rattles in the air and leaves prostrate on the ground,
I’m
here and standing on two feet as the world goes around,
Alone,
maybe, because I can’t see anyone,
Thinking,
maybe, because I yearn for fun.
I
smile and all I get back is an empty whistle,
I
laugh and all I get back is a cough-like rustle;
My
life I spend achieving,
But
no one appreciates it and I end up grieving …
Please
love me! I
Promise
I’ll love you back!
It’s
lonely with no one to talk to,
Meow,
And
I want you by my side.
I’ll
congratulate you,
And
I’ll sing with you,
And
I’ll paint the flowers for you,
I
just want you to stay with me
So
I can share my joys with you.
Joy
is nothing when I can only tell it to myself,
I
write it down, store it, and stick it on a shelf.
The
joy wants to unfold into the essence of heaven,
It
wants to bounce around, touching the sisters and brethren,
But
if I can’t speak and share,
I
become disheartened, filled with despair.
I
want to be kind to people, and to be generous,
But
with no one to personally care for, it all seems so superfluous …
Please
love me! I
Promise
I’ll love you back!
It’s
lonely with no one to talk to,
Friend,
And
I want you by my side.
I’ll
help you,
And
I’ll answer you with truth,
And
I’ll write your name ten thousand times
So
I can share my joys with you.
Please
love me! I
Promise
I’ll love you back!
It’s
lonely with no one to talk to,
Love,
And
I want you by my side.
I’ll
hug you,
And
I’ll write for you,
And
I’ll grow up for you,
So
I can share my joys with you.
You
open my eyes up to the world;
You
tell me that the leaves aren’t dead;
They’re
listening,
Listening
to me.
You
tell me that the world will love me
As
much as you do,
And
I believe you,
I
trust you.
Please
love me! It’s
All
that I could ask for.
Maybe
you’re lonely, too.
…
…
I
promise I’ll love you back.
Prelude.
“Ohhh! I’m late, I’m late, I’m late and Gurin’s
gonna smack me silly if I don’t get this antidote to him!” wailed a young woman
as she stomped on the gas pedal of her car as if it’d try a little harder just
to avoid a beating.
The
car’s poor exhaust pipe was already spewing out enough steam, for this was a
water-gas car that ran on hydrogen, and so it decided to just quit for awhile
and let the steam leak out at various other points along the pipe. The woman quickly steered off the highway
and flew onto the ramp. As the
green-light relieved the red-light of the duty of lighting the nighttime sky,
the woman continued along until she came to the hospital, and then she turned
and parked in the first space that she could find that was open; the parking
lot was congested enough full of cars and she couldn’t afford to waste her time
trying to find a better spot.
“Here,
Gurin: the antidote that you asked for,” she said, thrusting her arm forward,
holding a small bag.
“I’m
surprised that you still have your youthful strength. I thought you’d slow the pace when you had your kid.” Gurin laughed a little and drank the small
vial of liquid inside. “Yeah, good as
ever. Thanks.”
“Any
time,” replied the woman.
Outside, a policeman came up to the woman’s car and noticed, to his disgust, that it was parked in the disabled visitors’ spot.
“What
kind of heartless bastard would park here?
I’m gonna get mrmeow for this,” he growled, twirling out his ticket
notebook and writing a ticket for CD2400 ($300). “Let’s see how many times mrmeow’ll dare to infringe the laws of
Catliania and Emily the Great.”
The
woman exited the hospital and returned to her car and noticed a peculiar slip
of paper on her windshield.
“Oh,
my!” she commented when she lifted the paper and saw the fine. “I guess I have to pay up.”
She
drove over to the nearest police station to pay her fine and get it over
with. However, the station was off for
the night, letting the other stations take over, so the woman pulled out a set
of keys and let herself in. She came to
the desk of the manager of fines and wrote a check for the man, leaving a small
note and the ticket. After that, she
giggled a bit and then left, locking the door behind her.
The
next morning, the manager of fines sat down sleepily at his desk having stayed
up all night watching the men’s collegiate basketball championship; who
couldn’t resist watching University of Conodee and University of Newagon at
Catland, rivals for eternity, duke it out?
So he let his coffee cup clatter down and stared at his days’ work.
“Huh?”
he mouthed, looking at the little note.
After all, it isn’t every day that one gets a note with a million
dollars attached and little sorry note that says, “Oops, I guess I broke my own
law. Here’s my payment. Keep the change.
-
Queen
Emily I of Catliania.
“Hwa,
hwa, hwa, Emily-ména. That’s just sad!”
blurted Anna-mié, the Queen’s younger sister who was home from college for
winter break.
“I
know, but it happens. Anyway, enjoying
your time away from the castle?”
“Well,
more cute guys in a smaller area … yeah, yeah, I like it!”
Emily
just laughed and when her gentle waves of giggles ceded, she noticed that the
phone was ringing with great determination.
“Oh,
wait, Anna,” she said as she grabbed the phone.
“Yes? This is Queen Emily. What can I help you with?”
“Hello,
this is Nisuna. I’ve got some strange
news. The Oracle stones are saying that
we must locate and ‘rescue’ a boy by the name of ‘Justin Lo.’”
“And? Isn’t that just King Justin?”
“Well,
here’s the catch: the stones say that we must travel far to reach his world,
and that he is our creator.”
“Huh? That makes no sense whatsoever. Our solar system was born no differently
than any others ….”
“That’s
where you’re wrong, Emily. I’ve known
this for some time. You see, we’re
actually … imaginary characters.”
“Then
how do we go about rescuing him if he’s in the real world?”
“He
has breathed enough life into us that we can go and interact with him actively
now. Other people will see us, but only
he can be affected by us,” said Nisuna.
“Then
what are we waiting for?” asked Emily.
“Actually,
nothing. I’ve got all our stuff over
here. Fifteen years is too long a time
to be apart.”
“Yeah,
I remember 7256. Wild year, huh?”
“You
were a major factor that added to the wildness,” commented Nisuna.
“Let’s
just get going. Who else is coming?”
“Juliya,
Justin, Jessica, Meow-Meow, Meowy, and Sara.”
“What
about Henry and Alice?”
“They’re
busy.”
“O.K.”
“Bye.”
“Hello.”
Meanwhile,
the real Justin Lo was at home, drawing character sketches for his next story,
Dream of Life, Episode 10 of the Catleya Saga.
He felt that it would be the only way for him to defeat his greatest
fears and move on with life. Little did
he know that his friends would soon be visiting him.
The
eight travelers, Nisuna, Emily, Juliya, Justin, Jessica, Meow-Meow, Meowy, and
Sara boarded their cramped spaceship that would take them across thousands of
lightyears to get to Justin.
“Why
just one person?” asked Emily. “Can’t
we save everyone on that planet?”
“No,
we can’t. Remember, we’re imaginary?”
“Oh,
yeah. That’s right.”
“Ooooh,
boy. This is going to fun,” drawled
Nisuna as she flopped onto a makeshift couch, taking up one too many seats.
“Meow! Get off my seat!” shrieked Sara.
Nisuna
crinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue, saying, “But I’m tired! I don’t have to move.”
The
other passengers promptly plugged their ears and rolled their eyes. Fun indeed.
The busy streets of Chapel
Hill were just a tad bit more busy than usual, for eight shady characters sort
of popped through a planar warp and landed on the sidewalk.
A boy eyed the bunch and an
older boy decided that it would be a better use of his eyesight to eye, or
rather ogle, a particular female cat.
Sara looked around nervously, noticing the indecent boy.
Sara hissed and began to
approach the boy but Nisuna motioned her aside, walking up the boy, who had
switched he gaze to the really cute goddess.
Nisuna frowned and swung her conscience-hammer, connecting directly with
the boy’s guilt nerves. He wriggled in
the pain of guilt and apologized profusely to Sara and Nisuna.
“I always get people to
shape up, no?” asked Nisuna, taking her “I’m the goddess of goddesses” pose,
which, strangely enough, when coupled with her wonderful proportions, tended to
make people shape down a lot more than her hammer made people shape up. Oh, well, you try, don’t you, Nisuna …?
The younger boy walked up to
Sara.
“Are you a cat?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you sing like a cat?”
Sara scowled and asked,
“What are you trying to imply about my wonderful voice? I dare you to say that I howl like a boot.”
The boy just blinked, trying
to figure out how boots howled.
“Nevermind,” added Sara when
she couldn’t quite figure out how boots howled, either. “Anyhow, I’m Sara Kinosamew, the cutest and
loveliest cat pop singer you’ll ever meet.
Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too. Um … you’re not much into being humble,
hmm?” the boy asked.
“Considering what I just
said, not really. But I’m not a
complete airhead or anything, so I can back myself up pretty well. And I am damn cute, you have to admit that.”
“Yeah,” the boy said. “Can I get your autograph … or your picture
… or both?” he asked meekly.
“Sure. Let’s get onto that wall so that Justin or
Juliya can use mrmeow’s camera get us both where no other people are in the
way.”
Sara pranced up the ten foot
wall with one leap. The boy just stood
there.
“Maybe this isn’t such a
good idea,” murmured Sara.
She descended and landed silently. By this time, everyone was staring at this
silly cat-girl. What was she trying to
accomplish? This was emphasized by the
fact that Sara was now in the middle of the street. She noticed several cars coming towards her and she started
running on all fours to outrun the cars.
<Fast,> thought the
boy. <She could get the mile in 3
minutes, easily, at that clip. I never
noticed her muscular strength before.
Are all cat-people like that?>
Meow-Meow and Meowy leaned
against the wall and talked to each other as Sara bounced back and forth around
the town.
“Um, Meowy. About her marrying into our family ….”
“It’ll be O.K., Meow-Meow, I
promise. She’s a smart one; she just
pretends to be dumb.”
“She sure likes pretending.”
“Let’s hope so.”
After
subduing Sara with ice cream and bringing the little boy with them for the time
that the boy’s parents were shopping, the group stopped by the forest.
Sara
began to speak, “Sorry about whatever mess I caused. I’ll sing a song for you.”
<Oh,
no. A pop love song,> thought the
boy.
As the music starts, I begin
to dance,
I forget, and I know little
of what I do.
I lose myself
And I feel so great, but at
what cost do I smile?
As green mosses sweep down
the crevices in the wall,
I’ll grab a bunch and let it
trace my body.
It tugs my waist and I’ll
let it dance with me
And I feel so great, but at
what cost do I smile?
Tomorrow I’ll have to work
again,
But every day I work ‘til
dusk.
I’m working for my dream
So that I don’t have to
forget everything just to smile.
When the sun tickles my pale
yet mellow skin,
I feel the little bubbly
feeling and I brush myself with the moss.
And then if I look at the
world all over again and I remember
Then maybe, one day, I can
smile without forgetting.
If fate can be defeated
And destiny defied,
I’ll climb that moss and
stand atop the summit
And I’ll smile … and hope.
“Like it?” asked Sara, putting her microphone back into her right-back pocket of her cut-off denim shorts.
“Yeah. It wasn’t about love?”
“What
made you think it would be?”
“Well
….”
“A
lot of my songs are about love. But
this one I wrote for a movie that had nothing to do with love so I didn’t write
about love. It’s just too bad I never
got to sing it. I sang the opening
theme for that movie, though.”
“If
you didn’t sing it, then it isn’t really yours, is it?”
“But
I wrote it.”
The
boy’s eyes widened. “You wrote the
lyrics?”
“The
song and the lyrics, of course.”
“Wow,
you’re amazing.”
“Thanks.”
<Not
many pop singers can write intelligent songs these days.>
The
eight, after leaving the boy to his parents, headed toward Justin’s house. Along the way, they encountered a homeless
man walking down the street. As could
be expected, Juliya rushed over to him and gave him some money.
“Where
did she get the local currency from?” asked Emily to Justin.
“I
think she brought some gold bracelets to sell,” suspected Justin.
“But
I thought we couldn’t affect anybody except Justin.”
“Maybe
we were wrong, Justin. Maybe the real
Justin made us so real that we could interact as independent beings,” suggested
Emily.
Justin
sat down on a wooden log at the edge of the bike shoulder of the street and
thought.
“Not
many people’d be giving me money these days,” said the man to Juliya.
“Why
not?” she asked, innocently as ever.
<The model girl,> thought Justin.
<Wouldn’t it be wonderful if everyone were as kind as Juliya?>
“People
think that all we do is go and use this money to drink or shit like that.”
“I
guess some people would, though. I’m
trusting that you can do something better than spend this on … shit and
stuff. Right?” asked Juliya.
“Yeah. Thanks,” said the man, continuing his
stroll.
“What
a pitiful world,” said Juliya.
“Apparently, people are giving up on compassion because the other end
fails to do the right thing.”
“Time
for my hammer,” said Nisuna.
Justin
barged into the conversation. “Guys,
forget it for now. I think I’ve gotten
it all straightened out. Look at your
watch.”
Juliya,
Nisuna, and Emily looked at their watches.
Meow-Meow and Meowy looked at their furry arms. Sara tried to find her cell phone in her
shorts, but failed. The three who
actually had watches nodded their heads.
“Time
is stopped,” said Juliya.
“But
how can people move around when time is frozen?” asked Emily.
“This
is a dream. Time is still passing, but
very slowly.” Justin stopped for a
moment and then repeated, “We are in a dream –”
“-
and it’s Justin’s dream. It’ll only be
a few minutes long, but it’ll serve as a month-long rescue and rehab sort of
project,” finished Nisuna. “Let’s get
going then. We don’t have forever.”
Sara
looked over at Juliya’s watch, whose second hand creeped too slowly for
fast-paced Sara to notice. “It sure
does seem like we have forever.”
Jessica,
Juliya and Justin’s 15-year-old daughter, just sat down. <Why am I not speaking as much as I
usually do?> she wondered.
“Where
are we trying to go?” whined Meowy,
shooting a look of contempt at the general direction of his fur. The South isn’t pleasant for furry creatures
that come from a cooler climate.
“Don’t
complain,” said the snow leopard, Meow-meow.
“You have nothing to complain about.
Nothing at all!”
Nisuna
stared a little at her map before lifting her face and aligning the world
around her with the map that she had now memorized. “The house is right over there,” she motioned, swinging her arm
out to point, barely missing Emily’s face.
“Watch
it,” warned Emily.
“Where?”
asked Juliya, who had been caught up in the elegant breeze and the smell of an
exotic countryside.
“There,”
repeated Nisuna; this time, both Nisuna and Juliya pointed toward the house,
and their hands sandwiched Emily, who promptly stomped off towards the
house. “Stupid violent people,” she
muttered, not realizing that cars do not stop for pedestrians very often in the
real world. She heard a screech and she
jerkily leapt twenty feet into the air with ease, landing back down after the
car had passed. The drivers said
nothing and swore to say nothing, because nobody deserved to know about weirdos
who somersaulted like grasshoppers in the middle of the road. Emily was quite frustrated by now, and with
good reason, so she clenched her fists and ran over to the house, pounding the
doorbell until it got sick and quit ringing.
Justin,
being the only one at home, tiptoed down the stairs and looked suspiciously at
the figure standing behind the door. A
smiling queen turned the face him and he nearly fell off the stairs in
surprise. <Emily? What in the world is going on here?> he
thought to himself. <No way, no way,
no way.> He was hesitant to open the
door with to a complete stranger, despite the fact that she had an uncanny
resemblance to his character sketches.
The rest of the group caught up with Emily with relative ease, Juliya
and her family via the sidewalk, Nisuna gliding by air, and the cats racing
through the grass of other peoples’ yards.
Seeing
his most wonderful creation (Juliya) standing out there, he couldn’t deny his
temptation to open the door any longer.
The eight froze, erect, for a few seconds after Justin opened the door.
“How
can I help you?” asked Justin to a lot of familiar faces.
“Ummm
… we’re here to resc …,” began Juliya before she trailed off, realizing the
absurdity of what she was saying. She
was not one to make a fool of herself, being the self-conscious and sensitive
woman that she was. However, Sara was
quite another story.
“We’re
here to take you back to our planet,” she said matter-of-factly.
“So
you’re here to kidnap me?” Justin asked nonchalantly, or at least appearing to
do so.
“Pretty
much,” said Nisuna. “Except it isn’t
quite kidnapping if you want to come, right?”
“But
I can’t go. I have too much work to do
for school,” Justin argued, preparing the shut the door on these strange people.
“Give
us a chance, Justin. We’re really here
to rescue you,” pleaded Nisuna.
Something just clicked at that moment.
Perhaps it was the way Nisuna’s halo started to get tired of sitting up
there and began to glide around while glittering, or maybe it was Juliya’s
sad-puppy face, but in any case, Justin knew that these creatures were
authentic.
“Yes,
I understand. Let me get my stuff, OK?”
said Justin.
“Score!”
cried Jessica, who hugged Justin. “Bro,
you hurry up, OK? We don’t have much
time.”
“Gotcha,”
said Justin, rushing upstairs to grab his stuff. Justin just blew his family and home a kiss goodbye and took his
duffelbag downstairs.
Meowy
simply nodded and led the group out to the streets. Some people scuttled away, some stopped and stared, and some just
whistled on. A tree bent down to talk
to Nisuna, who was right behind Meowy.
“Hi,”
greeted the tree.
Nisuna
was a bit startled, but did not show it at all. “Hi,” she replied. “Do
you need something?”
“Well,
maybe you could get me a cup of water.
I’m downright parched.”
“O.K.,”
accepted Nisuna. She threw a little
sand into the sky and rain came down, watering the tree.
“Thanks,”
said the tree. Nisuna smiled and walked
on, feeling her ego get a little boost.
The
group reached Emily’s spaceship with relative ease, and it had not been touched
by anything but bacteria. Nisuna sent
the bacteria on their way, for it simply would not do to have alien bacteria
killing off the population back home, nor would it do to “sanitize” the area and
cause the god of bacteria great anguish.
“Are
we goin’ or what?” chirped Jessica, who seemed to be back in her normal
mood. Of course, she never let her
problems show; she simply acted nice and cheery like she was expected to.
“Yeah!”
everyone yelled as they hopped in.
Emily took controls and maneuvered a safe escape from the Earth’s
atmosphere. Earth Justin looked around
nervously.
“Looking
for anything?” asked Jessica with a childish look of curiosity.
“Just
making sure I didn’t forget anything,” said Earth Justin. He looked a little stressed, but he knew
that this was normal for him so he didn’t really stress out about it.
Jessica
gleamed and reassured Justin, “It’ll be fine.
We’ve got everything you’d need on this ship and at home.”
“You’re
… my daughter, right?” Earth Justin asked.
“Well,
sorta – I mean you aren’t my dad but my Justin is. I think we should act like siblings, not like parent to daughter,
like, you know.”
Earth
Justin grimaced and probed, “Do you need
to say like, like, that many, like, times?”
“Naw,
I’m just playin’ with you. You know,
what’s it like to be real? Is it …
comfortable, or maybe painful?”
“It’s
OK, I guess, but it isn’t very fun. I
never put much thought to that subject before … but being real is kinda rough
and saddening.”
Jessica
let her head fall a little. “Since
you’re like a brother, do you think I could to talk to you – in private?”
“If
you trust me to that extent,” said Justin, shrugging.
“Yes,
I do; and I’ll call you Bro from now on to get rid of the confusion, ‘K.?”
Jessica
led Justin over to her quarters and gestured for him to sit on a small armchair
next to a TV.
“Um
… I was just wondering what you think I should do,” Jessica began.
“About
what?” interjected Justin.
Jessica
glared a little and then lightened up.
“Silly, if you don’t interupt, I can explain things more clearly. You see, I’ve been having problems lately
with who I am. I’m not like other
people, I’ve realized. And I can’t
stand being myself.”
“Why
not?” asked Bro intently. <She
sounds just like myself,> he thought.
“Well,
it has to do with Mom and Pop, you know.
They’re really nice people – really – but they’re both
overacheivers. They want to push me
beyond my intellectual capabilities.
I’m smart and I get good grades but that isn’t enough for them.”
“Then
tell them to lay off. Have you spoken
to them about this before?”
“They
don’t understand, Justin, because they felt that they had to be pushed that way
when they were little and now they try to push me. It hurts, Brother.”
“You
can cry if you want.”
Jessica
laughed a bit and gave Justin a strange look.
“What made you think I wanted to cry?”
Bro
just sat there pensively, looking to be carefully scanning his thoughts to
piece together a response. “I cried the
last time I talked about feeling the same way you did. It made me feel better.”
“You
go, man! That’s natural, but I don’t
need to cry right now. I just don’t cry
much, at least not externally. But I
don’t know … I don’t feel so good right now.”
“I
think you should let yourself off the hook.
If Justin and Juliya really are pinning you up there, just … take off
your shirt and jump down … no sick things implied.”
“Yeah,
I know what you mean … but how? I ask a
lot out of myself. I want to keep up my
friendships – I’m outgoing even though I am a little geeky and boyish (like
most of the girls Justin comes up with).
It’s hard to balance that with my desire to learn and to be ranked
number one in my class.”
Bro
scratched his head and said, “Study with your friends. It’s the way Justin and Juliya coped with
their mess when they were little. Go
and watch a movie with them over the weekend and focus on your classes during
the weekdays. There are times that you
can sacrifice for friendship, like watching TV or lying there in bed after the
sun reaches its peak.”
“It’s
not easy like that, you know,” muttered Jessica.
“Sheesh,
I know whatcha mean, Sis. I think
that’s part of the reason why you guys came to ‘rescue’ me.”
“Um-hmm,
probably so. Well, don’t tell Mom and
Pop about this, OK?” Jessica implored.
“Sure
thing, Sis,” replied Earth Justin as he left for the main bridge.
Jessica
got up and opened her mouth as if preparing to say something, but she never got
anything out before Justin was long gone.
A
small wimp of a wind fluttered about its business when it was swept aside by
more vicious winds emanating from a particular piece of metal flying through
the wind. The view from the bridge
became clearer and clearer.
“Wow
… you don’t get to see this every day,” commented Earth Justin.
Juliya
walked up to Earth Justin and smiled at him warmly, like a mother. “I just wanted to tell you that you’ll be
staying with us in the palace. You get
room #406, which is on the 4th floor, sixth room as you go down the
corridor from the main left-wing elevator.”
“Sure,”
said Earth Justin.
“Also,
don’t fall for any of the girls on the planet, cuz none of them are real,”
Juliya warned.
“Sure,”
said Earth Justin.
“Here’s
some spending money, so you can go and get comfortable with this place before
we get to work, yes?”
Earth
Justin stared at the lump of $60,000 Conodee Dollars. “What’s the exchange rate?”
“$48
Conodee to one USD, as of last week.
The value’s going up pretty quickly, what with the good economy.”
“OK,
thanks.”
Sara
wandered around as the ship began to land.
A loud screech jolted most people who were wearing seatbelts while it
sent Sara straight into the ceiling, her claws tightly embedded into the metal
frame.
“Don’t
mess up my ship, girl,” said Emily.
Sara
just twitched her nose and jumped back down, pouncing to the window. Little droplets of water were still there
from passing through the clouds. Her
nose ran into the window and she rubbed it a little. “La-la-la,” she hummed as she wiped the window with her paw,
making it even harder to see through.
Emily
concentrated on her landing, straining to ignore Sara. Meow-Meow and Meowy were sound asleep, and
they would occasionally shed a fur and make Earth Justin sneeze. When the ship landed, Meow-Meow and Meowy
were still sound asleep, now snoring.
Earth Justin and Sara were staring out the window, Emily was wiping her
brow, Nisuna was trying to call her sister, Justin and Juliya were hugging each
other, and Jessica had passed out from dizziness.
“Ack,
Sis!” cried Earth Justin when he looked at the seat next to him.
“She’ll
be fine,” said Emily. “It happens a lot
to her. She has a sensitive body.”
“OK,”
said Earth Justin as he calmed down.
“Could
you carry her to the car?” asked Emily.
“Probably
not,” said Earth Justin as he proceeded to put his arms below Jessica’s
shoulders and knees. She was
surprisingly light, though she did not seem to be very slim – rather, she was
of average size. Earth Justin didn’t
complain one bit, though, and he still struggled a bit, for his strength was
quite insufficient.
“You
should try learning some martial arts,” said Sara. “Meow-meow-type, of course.
Cats are the masters of all forms of fighting!” The cat grinned and crossed her arms.
“Ookay,”
said Justin, “maybe when I have time this weekend or something I can study
under you.”
Sara
smiled and ran away, leaving the remaining eight to find their cars. When Juliya, Justin, and Jessica found their
car, they waved to Earth Justin. Earth
Justin gave quick goodbyes to the others, knowing that this would only be
temporary. The four J’s got into their
car and left for home.
“So,
what am I supposed to do here?” asked Earth Justin.
“Well,
Bro, I think that you’re supposed to release yourself from certain bonds that
lock you from the outside world, like your bond to this world, for instance,”
explained Jessica.
“I
am not leaving this world behind!”
growled Earth Justin.
Jessica
cringed and said, “Well, if that is so, maybe you need to find another solution
before we make you forget about this place.
But that’s definitely not it.”
“What
else is there, Jessie?”
“Well,
you must also defeat your greatest enemies: your negative emotions.”
“Yeah,
right,” said Earth Justin.
Jessica
made a serious face and asked, “You do consider them your worst enemies, yes?”
Earth
Justin just sighed and looked down, as if that would let him see into himself
more clearly.
“You
have a boyfriend?” asked Earth Justin spontaneously.
“Nope,
no way; there’s no way I could ever have a boyfriend … not ever.”
“Why
such a strong denial?”
“All
the guys I like … they’re like me … not ready to give up time for a
relationship. Like you, I guess.”
“Oh,
well, somebody’ll notice you when the time is right, and don’t you turn that
guy down just because you gotta study or somethin’, OK?”
“Yeah,”
said Jessica, shaking hands with Earth Justin.
“Where
do you guys want to eat?” inquired Catleyan Justin from the driver’s seat.
“Anywhere’s fine,” said Earth Justin.
“Yeah,
what he said,” said Jessica.
“You
bored?” asked Jessica. “I have a CD
player and stuff if you want to use them.”
“Nah,
I’m fine.”
Earth
Justin looked out the window at the beautiful world around him. Everything settled into exactly the right
place, a pristine landscape, built by his own imagination. Where was this?
“OK,
we’re home!” exclaimed Jessica as the group marched into the palace.
“Ah,
Jessica, do you need anything?” asked an administrator.
“Hmm? I don’t believe so … thank you, though. How are the finances working out?”
“Very
well, Jessica. Would you like to look
over the current calculations?”
“You
can leave that to Mom and Dad. I’m
gonna show Bro over here the town, OK?
Good look on the treasury.”
“Yes,
Jessica,” said the administrator as the two bowed to each other. Jessica grabbed Earth Justin’s hand and led
him to his room (#406 for those of you who forgot).
“You
get ready, Bro. I’ll wait for you
downstairs in the reception room,” said Jessica hurriedly. She ran down the hall and disappeared down
the stairs. Earth Justin threw his bags
into his room and slumped down onto his bed.
<I’m
really tired,> thought Earth Justin, <but I don’t want to make Jessica
wait too long. Maybe I’ll take a short
na-.>
Justin
went down with face in the comforter, snoring away. Jessica, meanwhile, was busy watching the latest episode of
Nisuna mew Norime, so she didn’t give Justin’s lateness any second
thought. Soon, dusk came and Justin was
still fast asleep, drooling all over the silken comforter. Nisuna stepped in to take a peek and had the
courtesy to lift his head and wipe up the yicky mess.
<Just
a little kid,> thought Nisuna as she flew out of the room.
Jessica
walked over to the kitchen to watch her mom cook dinner.
“Jessie! Weren’t you supposed to show Justin around
town?”
“Ohh!”
shouted Jessica, realizing that she had forgotten all about Justin. “Well it’s his fault for not coming
down. He must be pooped, so I’ll wait
till tomorrow.”
“Whatever
you say, Jessie.”
Jessica
rushed upstairs, calling out Justin’s name as she did so. <I hope he’s alright. It’s not like him to take his time … at
least that’s what I think.>
“Bro!”
called Jessica.
Nisuna
decided to take matters into her own hands and broke into Justin’s room, shaking
the young boy.
“Hey,
dude, wake up!” she said, her halo lighting the room.
“Umf
… too bright … turn it off, turn it off,” groaned Justin, still half-asleep.
“Wish
I could, but you’ll have to put up with it.
After all, it is part of me.”
“Huh?”
said Justin, puzzled.
“Sleepyhead,”
muttered Jessica as she saw that Justin was perfectly fine, albeit a little red
in the eyes and completely out of control of his mouth. “Let him rest, Nisuna.”
“Yeah,”
said Justin, falling down. Nisuna’s
grip on his hair made falling down a little painful. “Yeeouch, you idiot! What
are you doing?!”
Jessica
looked at Nisuna and deadpanned, “So much for respect for a goddess, right?”
“Hmph,
I guess I’ll just stoop down to his level, then,” said Nisuna with a wicked smirk. She began to tickle Justin until he was
laughing uncontrollably, forcing Nisuna and Jessica to fall down, giggling
hysterically. Jessica, fortunately,
landed on soft rug; Nisuna, unfortunately, whipped her head right into the
local chair.
“Sheesh,
Nisuna, you could be a little more subtle about waking me up.”
“One’d
think I didn’t even try,” said Nisuna, rubbing her head after colliding with
the chair.
“You
OK, Nisuna?” asked Jessica.
“As
good as ever – I’m resilient, you know; if I could take on five swordsmen plus
the Head-Demoness of the Underworld, I’m sure I could take on a chair.”
“Whatever
you say, Nisuna,” stated Jessica, poking Nisuna on the head out of impulse.
“Ow
ow ow ow. Hey, I didn’t give you
permission to touch my head! It hurts …
damn,” cursed Nisuna, noticing a little bleed of white energy.
“Need
a Band-aid?” suggested Justin.
“Yes,
please,” replied Nisuna. Justin reached
into his duffel bag and removed a small bandage.
“Here,”
said Justin.
“Thanks
… ow ow ow ow,” spat Nisuna.
Jessica
and Justin left to go eat downstairs while Nisuna tried to exit via the sky
except that the ceiling was in the way.
The makeshift siblings heard a crash followed by some cursing from a
familiar Queen of the Heavens who had just made contact with a chair earlier.
That
evening, Earth Justin ate rather quietly, which was quite in contrast with the
restlessness within himself. He was
dying to explore the world, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask Jessica to
show him the sights and sounds of the city at night. Jessica spared Earth Justin the trouble of asking when she
finished dinner early and announced that she was going to take Earth Justin
over to the mall. Of course, he was a
tiny bit worried – and only this a fraction of a percent of the total
worriedness that he had originally felt upon embarking on this trip. This miniscule hesitation, though missed by
Jessica and her parents, signified the fact that Earth Justin really hated
shopping; of all things to do in the city, he’d save shopping for ‘tomorrow.’
Well,
Earth Justin just tagged along because he couldn’t afford to infuriate his
newfound sister. They left and were
immediately face-to-face with the center of the bright night-time city. People and cats rushed about, transactions
were made in various languages; the signs in the city were bilingual by law,
for whether or not the nation was of humans, it always had to have its signs
readable by the cat population of the world.
Jessica
led Justin without touching him, for she feared that others could misunderstand
their relationship or something of that sort.
Justin understood and acted in accordance. The mall was not far away, and Justin soaked in the glory of the
sky and the stars which were barely visible.
“You
look like you want to stall here for a bit,” noticed Jessica. Justin just straightened up with wide eyes
and shook his head, earning a strange face from Jessica as she brushed the
subject aside.
The
two entered the large mall largely unnoticed by the population there, and only
a few people actually recognized their princess for she dressed like another
citizen – no crown, no extravagance – just a sleeveless T-shirt with the latest
abstract art feature from the museum on it and glossy-looking gym shorts. This was quite customary of this day and
age, for the superequality amendment by Emily made a year back, adopted by the
Catleyan United Nations board, advocated equality for all in public and
demanded equality for all in legal and governmental situations. The law was the same – for animals, plants,
gods, and anything else that could register to be a citizen. Observed by all, it was obvious that the
royalty and supernatural forces would just have to take it in stride, and to
tell the truth, Jessica couldn’t stand wearing the royal garment anyhow; unlike
in Newaegun, where it had long been tradition for women to wear loose pants, it
was from Gonosan, and that from Aegunese, tradition for women to have to wear
very awkward-fitting dresses and scarf-shawls.
So,
very few people took notice of Jessica and Justin as they entered the
perplexingly-designed conglomeration of buildings which were pasted together
with aerial walkways (the ground, of course, was pure road. Even the trees had to live on the
buildings). Jessica led Justin to a
store, and Justin shuddered.
“Oh,
cut it out,” scowled Jessica. “I’m
taking you to check out our electronic technology, not some clothes, OK?”
“Oh,
phew,” said Justin, relieved and a bit embarrassed. Jessica hit him lightly on the shoulder and led on. “Ow,” said Justin halfheartedly.
“That
didn’t hurt, you wimp,” said Jessica.
“I
was saying that for my shirt!” protested Justin.
Jessica
stared at Justin and at his shirt and said, “You’re as weird as I am.”
The
two arrived at ‘Electronic Mastery, your one stop for Sasika’s blessings,’
Sasika being the wily goddess of modern technology and cell phones.
“What
a strange way to put it,” said Justin while Jessica, who was used to such
casual religious tie-ins, just shrugged.
Justin
nearly fainted when he saw the 65,536 bit game consoles, and the petabyte hard
drives.
“What
year is it again?”
“For
us it’s 7271, but that doesn’t mean much because our year 0 wasn’t like yours –
ours marks the end of the old regime of the humans and the beginning of cat
domination. So, our modern history
essentially starts with the year 0 while yours starts with 3000 or so BC. We’re not that far ahead of you – we’re on
the equivalent of maybe 2200 AD for you, except we’ve figured a more important
things out. For instance, we’re
perfectly stable now in economy and population – 0% growth worldwide and an
equal rate of inflation and wage increase.
And we have a system of checks and balances between the natunata and the
gods, so morality is ensured. So, even
though we are only two centuries ahead, we’re millenia ahead in terms of
advancement of ‘perfection,’ if you could call it that.”
“I
see. Well, do you have any suggestions
on what we do here?”
“Get
a computer for your room, maybe,” said Jessica. “Or you could play some demo games; doesn’t matter to me. If you get hungry just get me – I’ll be over
there – the food court’s out the store, to your right, and down a long way.”
“OK,
I’ll see you later then.”
Jessica
skipped over to the magazine section to try and figure out how to best upgrade
her computer, but she had scarcely opened the cover when a loud snarl from
behind her startled her into dropping the magazine on the ground, ripping it.
“Here,”
she said in a daze, throwing some money at the cashier to pay for the damaged
magazine. The cashier danced around to
catch the coinage and managed to halt a split before it could do something
discomforting to her miniskirt.
<That girl is crazy,> the cashier thought before throwing the
money into the cash register’s drawer, which was hungry for money – why else
would it open its mouth and stick out its tongue so far?
“Hey,
girl, you forgot your change and your receipt!” the cashier said, starting to
chase Jessica. After all, if she didn’t
follow the girl, Nisuna might whack her on the head and that would be
unpleasant indeed.
Justin
noticed the two and started to chase them, not realizing that he had not let go
of the video game controller and was now nearly breaking the plastic case that
enclosed the console.
“You
idiot! Drop the controller before you
cost me another $300. That dang thing
keeps getting smashed about!”
Justin
let go as commanded but still had a game in his hand which he had neglected to
put down when he started to play the demos.
Now, Jessica was following some creature, followed by a cashier, Justin,
and a worker, all running like madpeople.
The
monster was, in actuality, simply the personification of the emotion of anger,
represented by a monster and a girl who rode it. It rampaged around, wreaking havoc on the poor civilians who
tried to deter it. They threw umbrellas
and smoothies at it, but it simply ate all these items up. Jessica called the police with her phone and
waited in a narrow corridor. The
cashier, Justin, and the worker squeezed in next to her.
Nisuna
descended from the heavens to try and get the disturbed spirits out of there,
but they were of extraordinary strength and Nisuna realized that she could not
handle these spirits on her own. Even
Faxu warned Nisuna that by approaching the creatures, she’d essentially be
screwed (of course, Faxu used more offensive synonyms, but one is expected to
censor the Head-Demoness).
The
monster noticed Jessica and Justin and began to approach their hideout.
“Quickly! Into this door!” directed Jessica, flinging
open a door for the other three to go in.
They shut the door and soon heard shots being fired.
“The
situation is under control,” reported a man with a deep voice that shook a bit
when he fired his submachine gun. “It’s
a biggie, for sure. Think we should
call the gods to help us?”
“Nah,
don’t do that. They don’t need to be
bothered on trivial matters like this.
There’s nobody near those two monsters, right? I’ll throw a bomb to send it flying.”
Jessica
started to sweat and decided to try and find a way out the back of the room
that she had entered. The room turned
out to be a restroom, namely, the women’s restroom. One woman was combing her hair and screeched when she saw Justin
and the worker standing there, breathing quickly and sporadically in terror.
“Shut
up!” Jessica said with as loud a whisper as she could manage. “There’re two big monsters out there.”
“Oh,”
said the woman offhandedly. “That’s no
big deal,” she said as she strolled elegantly toward the door.
“Two
fuckin’ big spirits from Hell!” screamed Jessica, trying to convince the woman
not to commit suicide.
“Yeesh,
young lady, clean up your mouth. It’s
as dirty as the air in here.”
“Yeah,
it does smell like crap in here,” said Jessica with a cute girly smile, holding
her nose.
The
woman shook her head and bounced to the ceiling when she heard a bloodcurdling
roar from right outside the bathroom.
“I … think … I’ll … take my time … my curls aren’t exactly right, you
know. Yeah, that’s it … so I’ll just …
stay here!” she stammered, taking out her comb. Justin and the worker were searching furiously for somewhere to
hide – from the potentially angry women in the bathroom rather than the
monster.
“You
guys, calm down. It’s an emergency, so
no one cares. Besides, didn’t you
know? All the bathrooms are unisex in
this mall. Pretty controversial but
superequality, right?”
“Oh,”
said Justin.
“Yeah, that’s right,”
remembered the worker. “I knew
that. It’s just that most of the people
in here are women.”
“Sir,” said Jessica in
monotone, “there was only one person in here before us, and that was that woman
who was combing her hair. That doesn’t
count as being ‘most.’”
“Still a majority, I say,”
breathed the worker, looking proud.
“One ta zero in favor of the women.
I say we blast through that wall over there.” The worker pointed at a random spot on the far wall.
“Give it a shot,” said the
woman, leaning against the sink, inadvertantly soaking her jacket which went
with the rest of her suit.
The worker rammed the wall
with all his strength but only a tile from the ceiling fell. The plop was enough to make the worker happy
and he said, “See? It is possible.”
Jessica just walked up to
the wall and cried some strange incantation of sorts before slamming her fist
into the wall, a ball of cool blue and pale yellow energy ripping the wall
apart, revealing …
…
the food court!
“I’m
starving,” said Justin and the worker in unison. The cashier remembered her purpose and stuck out her hands at
Jessica, one with the change, the other with the receipt.
“Oh,
thanks! You went through a lot of
trouble to give this to me, huh?” she said, looking at the objects now in her
hand, but the cashier had fled, running and tripping as she went.
Justin
and the worker tried to buy out the food from the fastfood restaurant that was
right in front of their faces, but Jessica grabbed Justin and the woman with
the comb grabbed the worker by the collar and the poor starving men were left
whining as the women threw them across to safety.
<Men!>
thought Jessica. <Cute and
completely useless.>
Justin
and worker had enough grace to get up and run blindly in opposite directions,
both headed for a wall of sorts. Justin
banged into a wood panel and bruised himself while the worker ran through a
plastic boundary between the mall corridor and a store and landed on a
styrofoam figure meant to advertise clothes.
Jessica
nodded and the two women split up to check on the local idiots. Justin was fine and hugged Jessica,
whispering to her that she was the best sister that he ever had. The worker mumbled something about
hamburgers and got hit by the woman’s purse.
The four now began to flee, and the storeowner of the clothes store, too
startled by the orange tendrils of the monster to care about what had occurred
at his store, fled with his employees.
The mall was in chaos and people’s wails and clicking feet were
interspersed with short rounds of gun fire.
However, guns did little to stop the monster. Jessica and company met up with a hundred other people who were
pounding on the dead end of the mall to try and escape.
“Do
that cool magic thingy again,” said the worker.
“It’s
called a martial arts energy (or chi) blast, man,” Jessica corrected. She attacked the wall and it fell to its
knees. “Let’s get out!”
The
group immediately regretted listening to Jessica, because the monster had grown
so large that it now engulfed the entire parking lot and was closing in on the
people. They rushed back inside to be met
by another tendril of the monster. The
woman atop the monster cackled maniacally, just like villains were supposed to,
but she had the eyes of a deeply troubled soul trying to find a job that would
serve as penance.
“Why
do you hate us?” asked Justin.
The
monsters just growled; the scene was interrupted by several gods and goddesses
dressed in police uniforms.
“At
your service!” they said.
They
started attacking with energy, trying to send the monster back home. A large phoenix landed near the people and
about a dozen were able to escape.
Jessica’s party and a few other people remained for the second
ride. The monster was unbelievably
strong and was able to nick a few of the gods, but it was not strong enough to
seriously damage any of them. What was
soon realized, though, was that it was getting stronger.
Justin
wondered to himself, <Was I brought here to be rescued, or to rescue these
people?> He sat down and closed his
eyes, meditating.
“Justin,
you OK?” asked Jessica with great concern, the wind blowing her parted bangs
into her eyes to cover her teary eyes that had not yet begun to leak.
“Shhh
… we’ll be fine,” he said. He felt
within his spirit for anger and found it greater than ever.
“I
love my parents. I love my
brother. I love my friends. I love my sister. I love my goddess. I love
my comrades. I love the planet,” he
said.
The
worker gave a little laugh. <Quite a
bit simpler than Jessica’s spell, huh?>
However, the declaration of opposite strength caused the angry monster to
recoil a bit, giving the gods enough time to knock it a hundred miles away
where it would stay, bordering between unconsciousness and consciousness.
“How’d
you do that?” asked a police-god, one of the officers in charge of taking care
of the life of the planet.
“I
think that it’s part of me. It must be
related somehow to hate and anger within me, so I fought it with my purest
love, which can only be expressed as love.
Too bad, though, because I don’t think this’ll be enough next time
around. Jessica, Sara, maybe Nisuna if
you’re around here somewhere … Meowy, Meow-Meow, Juliya and Justin … Emily …
teach me the Art. I will need its focus
and techniques to defeat these monsters,” said Earth Justin.
“Then
let’s get going, Bro,” beckoned Jessica.
“OK,
Justin, first lesson,” said Meowy, master of cat-style fighting. “Sit down and look at that rock.”
“Oh
– sure,” said Justin as he sat down stared at the rock.
“At
first, this may seem silly, but you must focus on that rock. Now, tell it to turn green.”
Justin
looked at the rock and told it to turn green, but it was adamant on staying
gray.
“It’s
still gray,” said Justin, looking up at Meowy.
“You
aren’t doing it the right way. Try
again – there are no rules in here, just like in Type I and Type II nonexistences. This is a dream, so all you have to do is
contact its energy. In real life, it
would take a master’s concentration, but you should be able to do it if you try
hard enough.”
Justin
tried again and again, but he couldn’t do it since his focus wasn’t right.
“Justin,”
said Sara, leaping down from her perch in the tree above, sporting a silver
floral gi and a tight band around her hair, “it’s like music. You can feel it – you are in touch with not
only yourself but every point of energy in all three planes. It’s just there.”
“Or,
Justin,” butted in Nisuna, dressed like a muse, “you can think of the feeling
when you are writing poetry with your heart or when you draw a picture of the
beauty of nature or of … me … you know what I’m trying to say so don’t look at
me like that. Those are all forms of
the Art. If you can recreate that
power, you can use the energy. However,
nobody can tell you how to do it because you must use your own personal
way. Maybe music’s the way, maybe it
isn’t.”
Justin
hummed a little tune and quickly switched to another song. He repeated this process until he came to
his violin solo – Saint-Saën’s Third Violin Concerto. The first measure was enough to fuel his spirit and he unleashed
a bright red beam that flung the rock a few hundred feet into the distance,
landing with a dusty ‘oof.’
“Oo,”
said Justin, wiping his sweaty forehead.
“It moved.”
“Yay!”
cried the girls. Meowy just nodded.
Justin
spent the rest of the day trying to focus different types of energy – love,
anger, sadness, emptiness. Later that
day, Nisuna came to visit Justin.
She
spoke evenly, “Don’t waste your time preparing moves that you won’t need. As you don’t fight fire with fire, don’t
fight anger with anger. To defeat anger
or hatred, use love, and to defeat sadness, use happiness.”
“What’s
a happy beam?” asked Justin.
“It
isn’t an attack, unlike the love beam, which is essentially an attack in the
form of defense of something beloved which softens the opponent. A happy attack utilizes kindness to turn the
enemy to your side. You’ll understand
later. Just be cautious not to attack a
sad fiend with a depression blast, because its energy could increase the enemy’s
strength.”
“I
see.”
“We
should work on your agility and endurance.
Let’s see you run a mile; I’ll run with you.”
“No
cheating with your wings,” said Justin.
“What
makes you think I would?” asked Nisuna with an innocent gesture of the
eyebrows.
The
two took off, but Nisuna was obviously in top condition, and she was at the
finish line before Justin was even half-way to the end.
“Too
slow, man. The enemy is quick and
capable. Don’t underestimate the enemy
by assuming that raw strength is all that matters. Spar with me for a moment,” Nisuna said when Justin wheezed over
to the finish line.
Nisuna
enveloped the world in darkness and forced Justin to sense his foe. Justin did not complain and simply set to
work, trying to hear footsteps. He
threw a few punches forward to scout the area and then attempted to back flip
to dodge what sounded like a strong horizontal swipe. Being clumsy, though, he fell and hit a branch, which Nisuna
mistook for a rock. She quickly
restored light and rushed to Justin’s side, though Justin thought that he was
still to spar. Making sure that he was
not caught off guard, he flipped onto the tree and held himself away from
gravity. Then, he used a twirl kick on
the unprepared Nisuna, knocking her back.
The break her fall, she opened her wings and landed softly on a
riverbed.
“Um
… stop for a moment. Good job not
leaving yourself vulnerable, but I meant to check if you were OK.”
“Oh,
sorry,” Justin said, turning a little red.
For
the rest of daylight, Nisuna corrected as many of Justin’s flaws as she
could. She oftentimes grew frustrated,
but she had, long ago, learned how to calm herself. Night came and Nisuna offered to spar before bedtime; Justin
agreed.
The
two just stood there for at least five minutes, listening to the bugs wriggle
out of their nests to chirp to their loves and to orchestrate the slow waltz of
the stars. The moons were bright and
looked to cross each other at about 8,80 (with ten hours in a day and a hundred
minutes in an hour). Nisuna swam
through the air to achieve her balanced battle stance; she would keep her focus
but would pull her punches and move more slowly to allow for Justin to have
practice on a reasonable level.
Justin
leapt up to attack with a feint-punch kick but Nisuna sidestepped to avoid this
and threw a counterattack of her own.
Noticing the sudden rustle of Nisuna’s sloppily-rolled-up sleeve, he
lifted an arm to block but had it severely bruised in the process.
<Eep,>
thought Nisuna, <guess he’s weaker than I thought.> She decided to lighten up a bit and jumped
over to the nearest tree-branch, a few meters up.
Justin
considered throwing an energy ball but realized that the luminescent quality of
such an attack would easily reveal his position and reconsidered. Not knowing Nisuna’s current position, he
stood his ground, hands shaking in anticipation of a coming assault. However, Nisuna was simply biding her time,
knowing that Justin would have to either attack or would fall asleep.
Justin
heard the wind start to blow in his direction and decided to leap over to a
large meadow near the forest. He moved
at least thirty meters away to be able to take advantage of the wind. Nisuna followed him, wondering what he was
up to.
Justin
waited the for the wind to blow again and tried to feel how the wind was being
bent by objects around him. The wind showed
a large “dent” about the size of a human coming from Justin’s front left. Twirling about, the wind changed direction
and Justin jumped into it just when it gathered enough strength to disturb
Nisuna’s hearing with its whistling.
Nisuna noticed Justin only when he was at point blank range, and he let
loose a weak stunner blast which lit Nisuna’s shirt for a little bit. Justin quickly aimed his hand at her neck
and she yielded, smiling.
“You’re
getting better,” she said as she picked him up and flew him over to the palace
where he was staying. He noticed
Jessica on the roof, starbathing or something like that in her pajamas. Justin waved at Jessica to get Nisuna to release
him there.
“Thanks
for the training and the ride,” said Justin.
“No
problem,” said Nisuna, vanishing from the real world.
“Justin,”
said Jessica softly. “You were gone for
a long time; I got a little worried.
Next time, tell me you’re going to be out late dating a goddess and I’ll
understand.”
“I
wasn’t dating her!” Justin exclaimed defensively.
Jessica
walked up to Justin and poked him in the shoulder. “Too sensitive. It isn’t
a bad thing, what I just said, you know?
Many girls would kill to date a god, heh, and Nisuna really likes you,
doesn’t she?”
“Not
that way,” said Justin, “at least I hope not.”
“I
was just joking, Justin! C’mon, lighten
up a bit. Nisuna’d never tell anybody,
but she still loves Takunan. She will
never give up on him, even when she does marry a guardian god and have the
first child of the new generation, where guardian and ruler-class gods will
have no distinction.”
“But
he died thousands of years ago, didn’t he?”
“Love
leaves behind its barbed whip, Justin – its tail is dangerous. That’s why Mom told you not to fall for any
girls here.”
“Yeah,
I get it. But there isn’t much tail to
worry about if you haven’t even fallen in love yet!”
“Do
you think the stars are pretty tonight?” asked Jessica.
“Yeah,
they look nice,” responded Justin.
“Think one of them’s mine?”
“Nope
– your star’s waaaay too dim and small.”
Jessica
breathed rhythmically, her chest expanding and deflating with each breath, a
sure sign of liveliness. Justin watched
its quiet push-ups and was mesmerized by how it seemed to have a life on its
own; he didn’t realize that there were other organs in the female chest other
than the lungs that a girl could be very sensitive about.
“It
ain’t right to look at your sister like that, you know?” Jessica said.
“Oh,
sorry, I wasn’t doing anything, you know, I was just … watching your lungs and
stuff … yeah.”
Jessica
decided to minimize efforts and just hit Justin with a weak slap. “Pervert,” she whispered.
“I
am not a pervert! Why do you keep
giving me such a hard time about these petty things?!” Justin yelled, snapping
a bit internally.
Jessica
was alarmed and held Justin’s shoulders.
“Are you OK? I’m sorry, I’m
sorry, OK? I didn’t mean any harm; I
didn’t know you’d care that much. I
know you weren’t being a pervert, I know you don’t have a girlfriend, I was
just … I guess I screwed up. I hope my
prayer tonight can get me off the hook.”
“What
do you mean?” asked Justin. “You’re not
guilty of anything at all.”
“It’s
against the teachings of Aizifa to say mean things, even if they are a joke,
unless they are explicitly declared jokes beforehand. I’m sorry, I guess I sounded a little serious. I guess you think I’m an idiot just like my
parents now, right? Maybe I just am an
idiot, I just don’t want to accept it because I am an idiot.”
“Sis,
don’t say that about yourself. You’re a
very smart girl who just needs to have the mood a little lighter sometimes
because your life is so serious. It
isn’t your fault – I know how you feel.
If you wanna laugh the night away, I can prompt you.”
“Oh,
yeah?”
“Well,
here goes … and this is a joke.”
“You’d
better not be teasing me!” said Jessica, her straight face not holding very
well.
“Hah,
you think I …”
~Fade
to black~
“Jab,
jab, feint, counter, flip. Yes, you're
getting it!” exclaimed Meowy and Catleyan Justin while watching Earth Justin
practice with Meow-Meow.
The
two finished and bowed to each other; then, Earth Justin got out of the
training hall and ran straight for the shower, dripping sweat as he went. Jessica noticed these drips and followed
him, preparing to tell him to wipe them up.
She followed him to the bathroom and noticed that it was the bathroom
and didn’t think twice about it.
“Jessica,
you aren’t going to enter that, are you?” asked Meowy.
“Oh
… oh, my! That’s the bathroom, right?”
“Yup,”
said Meowy. “And somebody’s in there.”
“Oops.”
“Whatever,
Jessica. Wait for your brother out
here; I’ll tell him to hurry up.”
Jessica
turned her back on the door and slid down to the ground, crossing her legs.
“HURRY
UP!” Meowy shouted from where he was.
“YAAAAAHHH!!” A loud bang followed by a splash was heard.
“Justin!”
shrieked Jessica. “Bro, wait up, don’t
worry and don’t you dare pass out!”
Jessica barged into the bathroom and saw exactly what she suspected – a
figure in the shower, image blurred by the shower door of modesty, fallen over.
“Can
you hear me?” asked Jessica. Justin
failed to respond and Jessica began to get dizzy from the stress. She debated whether or not to open the door
and check on Justin, but it wasn’t much of a debate. If he wasn’t helped, he could be drinking water while
unconscious, or he could be bleeding to death.
She flung the door open and found Justin quite out of it; she called
Meowy to get Justin to save herself some embarrassment, but Meowy had gone to
get the doctor and was nowhere to be seen.
Jessica grumbled and picked up Justin in the same way he had picked her
up at the beginning of his stay. She blushed
a bit and decided to throw some towels around Justin; she carried him out to
the sofa and laid some blankets on top of his towels. She noticed a small red stain on one of the pillows and almost
went berserk thinking that it could have been the head, which would mean almost
instantaneous death.
Jessica
tried to find the wound and found a scrape on the back and a small cut on the
backside of the head. “You’ll be fine,”
she said urgently.
Meowy
was leaping down the hallway to get back to Jessica; a doctor was struggling to
keep up.
“There
you are!” cried Meowy. “Is Justin alright?”
“He
should be fine,” said Jessica softly.
“Only small injuries, really.”
Justin
regained his senses a few minutes or so later, but he felt too weak to get up
or even to lift his eyelids to see what was going on. He could feel a warm arm bandaging his back and his head, but it
meant nothing to him at the time.
Suddenly,
he felt a light hammer-whack and suddenly had the urge to apologize to Jessica
for this whole mess.
“I’m
really sorry, Jessica, I didn’t mean to cause you so much trouble,” he blurted
from out of the blue.
Jessica
was startled but managed to squeak, “Oh, it’s nothing at all.”
Nisuna
hit Justin again, because she felt that he hadn’t repented for all his slip-ups
from his stay. Sweeps of guilt hit him
again and again.
“Sorry
that I exploded last night; I didn’t mean to hurt you any more than I already
had.”
“Sorry
that I stereotyped you and thought that you were going to take me clothes
shopping.”
“Sorry
that I called you guys kidnappers.”
“Sorry
that I carried you a bit awkwardly when you fainted.”
“Sorry
that I accidentally dropped the soap in the bathroom.”
“Sorry
that I didn’t rush you out to safety and shield you during that incident at the
mall.”
“Sorry
that I’m such an idiot, Jessica, just forgive me!”
Jessica
was shocked by the onslaught of apologies and, for a moment, couldn’t react to
them. “Stop, Justin! Have you gone mad? Did the bathtub fray your neurons or something?”
“It’s
Nisuna! [To Nisuna:] Why the hell are
you messing with me like this?! This is
way overboard! I already said
sorry! No, no, no!” he shouted,
clutching his head with his hands.
Jessica caught him as he collapsed onto the ground in tears of pain and
guilt.
“It’s
OK, Justin,” whispered Jessica, mentally reproaching Nisuna. Nisuna immediately retracted her arm and
flew away.
“Ack,”
coughed Justin as he began to vomit; Jessica barely dodged the vile
liquid. “Doctor!”
The
doctor quickly pulled out a bowl to handle the mess, and she checked Justin’s
temperature. He was heavily sweating and
seemed to have a fever. “Are you sick?”
“Not
in the normal way. I think my internal
stability is breaking down. Maybe this
is a sign that it is time to face my emotions,” reasoned Justin.
“I
understand,” said the doctor, “but I am no psychologist, so I would not know
what exactly is wrong with you. All I
can say is that I hope that you get better.”
“Thank
you,” said Justin. “Where’s Nisuna, by
the way?”
“Probably
at some shoreline sniffling or something,” said Jessica crossly.
“Why
are you so pissed off?” asked Justin.
“That
girl … overstepping her bounds like that – she’s gonna drive you to suicide or
something if she keeps that up! She
needs to know when to stop; you shouldn’t have to feel guilty so much … you
know … you shouldn’t have to feel guilty about messing up once in awhile, about
feeling natural desires, about every little thing!”
“It’s
OK,” said Justin. “It’s her job.”
Jessica
looked at Justin and he returned the gaze weakly with as definitive a smile as
he could make.
“Let’s
go and see her,” said Justin. “I can’t
stand the thought of her crying into the sea because of this, especially
because she is such a good goddess.”
“Good
goddess …,” said Jessica, dripping irony.
“She’s
a good girl, let’s not antagonize her for a minor slip up and make her feel
guilty, cuz that’d be doing the same thing she did to us. Judge her by the Aizuna; she perhaps harmed
me, but she has been keeping me from getting hurt.”
“Don’t
think I’m ignorant to your random bouts of depression and occasional thoughts
on self-destruction. I’m like you … I’m
part of you, remember? I’m your
imaginary buddy here, and I know what you think. Remember our first conversation on that airship?”
“Yeah,”
said Justin, remembering the brief chat.
“She’s
been hurting you for a long time. Go
and give her a piece of your mind.”
“She’s
hurt enough as it is. I’m going to
apologize, whether you like it or not.”
“It
isn’t her that’s talking, is it?”
“No,
it isn’t. I have a conscience apart
from Nisuna, you know.” Justin jumped
out the window and landed on the grass, making a small whoosh before leaping
off toward Nisuna.
“Silly
guy … the shore is at least a hundred miles from here,” said Jessica to
herself. “Mom, Dad?” she called. “I’m going to go and get Justin, OK?”
“Just be back as soon as
possible, Jessie.”
Jessica
met up with Justin at a crossroads; he was somewhat tired and completely aloof.
“Bro,
you’re on a wild goose chase. You may
know that Nisuna is near the sea, but she could be anywhere; plus the shore is
a hundred miles from here.”
“Wha?”
exclaimed Justin. “How am I supposed to
get there, then?”
“Use
a ship,” said Jessica as she whistled for Emily who had been following the two.
Meanwhile,
Nisuna had long since quit crying and was now readying her mind and spirit to
fight, for she had resolved to take care of the anger spirits herself to regain
Justin’s trust and love. She felt that
she had betrayed her creator and that he no longer cared for her, as the Heavens
had ceased to care for her true love, who was mercilessly murdered by the gods
seven and a half thousand years earlier.
She
drew her staff-wand and planted it into the ground to gather light energy to
fight the spirits with; this action attracted the attention of the spirits, who
began to close in on the lone figure on the beach.
“Hey,
long time no see,” said Emily, smacking Justin on the back. “Welcome aboard; need anything?”
“Not
really.”
A
cheery voice came from behind.
“La-la-la?” it sang.
<Sara?>
wondered Justin.
Sara
faced Justin and pointed backwards with her thumb, almost as a hitchhiker
would, but obviously pointing at something.
“Mawy there has something to say to you, I think.”
“Meowy?”
“Yah,
Mawy,” said Sara as she yawned.
Justin
walked prudently to the meeting room, wondering what was wrong.
“I’ve
been tracking the spirits,” began Meowy, “and they seem to be heading for the
coastline.”
“Nisuna?”
asked Justin.
“Exactly
what I’ve been suspecting. We have to
be prepared for anything; Nisuna may not know that she is great danger, even if
she is a High Goddess, because she has little experience, unlike Shennchusko
for instance, who’s been around for 200 million years and knows quite a bit
about fighting spirits. She’s young and
hasty at times, wise as she may seem.”
“What
about Juliya and Justin?” asked Justin.
“We’ve
contacted them and they should be docking with us momentarily.”
“And
Meow-Meow?”
“Maw-Maw
is back there,” said Meowy, looking back and earning a wave from a fuzzy paw.
“What’s
with you cats’ pronunciations of ‘Meow?’”
“We’re
tired of saying ‘Meow’ so we say ‘Maw’ for now,” stated Meowy.
Justin
blinked and bit and left, thinking about the imminent clash. <Will I win? Do I really die if I lose this battle?>
<Yes,
you do,> came a floaty voice. <You’ll
go mad. But there is nothing to worry
about, because if you believe, then you will win.>
<Who
are you?> Justin asked.
<Why,
I’m the fish next to you!> came the same voice.
Justin
pivoted to search for fish and found a big rainbow trout sitting in a chair,
smiling.
“Nice
t’meetcha, huh?” said the fish. The
fish let the rainbow flow around, each scale changing color every few seconds.
“You’re
… Shennchusko right?”
“Yeah,”
said the fish as she transformed into a middle-aged woman with purple-blue hair. “Don’t think that we’ll just be sitting
around watching you fight. Everybody’ll
help you, at least on this first battle.”
“There’ll
be another battle? Tell me – I know you
know – you’re the goddess of destiny!”
“Well,
there’s a 69% chance that you’ll have to fight a second battle right after the
first one.”
“What
about the chance that I win the first battle?”
“I
can’t calculate that for you because your faith is foreign to me. Not your faith in God, but your faith in
what is,” said Shennchusko, flipping her hands up and raising her shoulders as
to say ‘too bad.’
“Oh,
well. I think we’ll be fine.”
“That’s
the spirit. Unfortunately, Nisuna in
quite a crunch right now. Poor idiot, I
must say. She’s trying to beat it
herself so that no one else has to get involved. She knows that thousands will die if they try to fight it, but
she might die, too.”
“Argh,”
said Justin, his own conscience filling him with genuine guilt. “Let’s hurry up, then.”
“Good
idea,” said Catleyan Justin and Juliya from behind. “Everybody ready?”
“I
need to distribute the weapons,” said Emily.
“Just hold up, everybody, I’ll get them in just a sec.”
Meowy
waved her off. “Don’t bother to get up;
I’ll get them.” He grabbed a large
package from an overhead compartment and opened it. This revealed eight weapons, one for each member of the party.
“Normal
citizens won’t be involved, will they?” asked Earth Justin.
“Only
top soldiers will be allowed to participate.
We want only a winning team, and quantity isn’t quality.”
“RPG-like?”
asked Earth Justin.
“Sorta,
but everyone’ll be there and you don’t need to give out instructions. We all know what to do, but only you can
tame the beasts. The spirits will be
drawn to you, so we will divert it but you’ll have to hurry up or we’d be dead
meows,” said Meowy.
“You
mean dead maws?” corrected Earth Justin.
“Shut
up,” said Meowy. “Just grab your
weapon.” He threw a multi-bladed
sword-rod to Earth Justin.
“You
hit stuff with it,” described Meowy.
Meowy
handed out the rest of the weapons: a throwing knife with a small bit of spirit
within it to bind it to its good user for Jessica, a long blade for Juliya, a
normal-sized sword for Justin, a gun for Emily, a rod for Meow-Meow, a lance
for Sara, and a spear for Meowy.
“These
are tools for delivering the blasts, but are useless in contact with the
spirits if not charged. Do you
understand?” verified Meowy.
“Yes,”
said everyone in various intonations.
The
spaceship hurtled along its path to the coastline where Nisuna was still
fooling around with some rituals and her little wand.
“Spirits
of Natu and Nata, sense my presence and aid me in battle!” she yelled into the
wind. Natu and Nata were sprawled on
their bellies, used to being the world and nothing else. They managed a small grunt before their
spirits returned to Catleya where they belonged.
“Oh,
well, it was worth a shot,” said Nisuna with resignation. “It looks like Catleya’s too busy protecting
itself from harm to take the offensive.
I hope I don’t screw this up because more than my honor is at stake
here.”
She
drew her wand out of the sand and let it start absorbing energy – it radiated a
seafoam green aura and turned the beach into an impressionist’s dream. Large red tendrils shot out from the
horizon, tugging the giant spirit with it.
Nisuna
hurled several streams of energy at the spirit, causing some of its tendrils to
double back, throbbing in pain.
However, the body was undaunted and it rose up as a column and many
heads budded out of its one, all rushing towards the goddess, who dodged with
relative ease. The spirit drew on its
own anger to bind its heads back into one long body and instead grow thousands
of arm-like branches to overtake Nisuna.
Taking to the air, she could only dodge the branches as they inched
closer to her.
Though
her prowess was world-renowned, the creature was far too strong, and it seized
Nisuna’s frail body in one swipe, bringing her into its heart where the second
spirit was sitting, a hatred so deep that the spirit glowed the emotion. Nisuna transformed her body into a strange
monster, hoping to be able to slither out of the prison, but the second spirit
caught her leg and drew her in.
“Loser,”
said the spirit, clenching her teeth in anger, not even able to form a
malicious smile.
Nisuna
recalled a proverb and recited, “A hidden desire is a greatest weakness.”
The
spirit looked puzzled and flashed a quick cameo of her sharp teeth before
lunging toward Nisuna, who was cornered within the larger red spirit.
“What
is your motive, miss?” asked Nisuna respectfully.
The
spirit’s attack faltered for a moment, and she had scarcely enough time to
scream before she was knocked aside by Emily’s starship.
“Grab
the ladder!” cried Juliya as she flung down a really long piece of string.
“You
call this a ladder?” screamed Nisuna over the roar of the engine.
“Just
hold on and we’ll be outta here as soon as possible!” instructed Juliya.
Nisuna
just flew up into the starship, leaving Juliya to smack to her head in shame.
“Well,”
Nisuna said, brushing off her off-white shirt and shorts, “thanks.”
“Nice
to see you again … and alive,” said Earth Justin.
The
ship landed a few hundred meters from the large spirit’s center and commenced a
foot-assault on the enormous blob.
“Emily,
Nisuna, Meow-Meow, and Catleyan Justin, you attack its left side; Juliya,
Meowy, Jessica, and Sara, you attack its right side. Earth Justin, you do your stuff; we’ll be available for back-up
if you need it,” said Shennchusko.
“Where
exactly are you gods going to be?” asked Jessica.
Shennchusko
pointed at the sky and said, “We’ll be attacking from above to distract it and
stuff be we aren’t strong enough to face it; you have been endowed with amazing
supernatural strengths by the world, so use them. We will also be trying to get everyone to keep their spirits in
the realm of the goodness and to be at peace with the world. Only then can you succeed. This monster is more than just Justin’s
hatred; it is also the hatred of every inhabitant in this world.”
“Can’t
I fight with Justin?” implored Juliya.
“Sweetie,”
cooed Shennchusko before changing her voice, “of course you can! The love you and Justin generate when in
close proximity could kill that spirit before anyone else could! Who’ll switch with Juliya?”
“I
will,” volunteered Emily. Juliya and
Catleyan Justin were blushing their faces away and looked to be doing so for a
long time until Emily and Nisuna pushed them together. They gently kissed each other before
everyone departed from the ship.
The
larger spirit choked the land below it, causing a large crack and a big black
line streaked across the beach. One of
its arms grabbed the smaller spirit and the two combined into a large beast
with many tentacles and legs.
“Ror?”
it said in a light voice as a warm-up to, “ROOOOOAAAARRR!!!”
Everyone’s
hair was blown back a bit, and Nisuna’s meticulous style was slightly ragged
up, which wouldn’t have been so bad save for the fact that her bangs, without
being lifted in their usual fashion, could completely block her view. She knocked her bangs upward with a slight
jolt of her wand and discovered a cheap form of hairspray.
Emily
took aim and fired rapidly at the red monster’s tentacles near its heart to
open a path for Justin to take. Jessica
caught on with the plan and threw her knife at the ground so that it bounced up
and hacked of several tentacles before returning safely to her hand. With shrieks of confidence, Sara and Meowy
launched a double-cat attack to hinder the monster’s ability to see. Noticing aches in his right side, the spirit
spun ninety degrees and started the flood the area with its cytoplasmic fluid
to trap the four fighters. Earth Justin
took this opportunity to leap up and try out his new weapon.
Focusing
on his love of the four rightside fighters in peril, he spun the twin-bladed
bouquet-sword and sliced at the creature, which bellowed in confusion as its
antithesis energy entered it and swirled around in its blood. “For my world and my life!” shouted Justin
before he drilled the sword into the monster’s head. The spirit was merely irritated and knocked Justin down; he was
caught by Juliya, who cradled him until his eyes opened again and he scrambled
out of her arms. On the other side, the
monster’s left (as in our right), Justin was checking on Juliya while Nisuna
was following the gods’ instructions to forget about the tentacles and attack
directly into the innards of the creature, where the source of its power lay,
feeding on hatred in the world.
The
gods began a campaign around the world to get people to genuinely get along
better, for that would be the only way to save the world, but there was still
great hatred of the aliens who had attacked continuously during modern times,
disrupting the peace that the post-technological age was supposed to
bring. People unknowingly and
unwillingly continued to fuel a large hatred of the Ifuexians, commonly known
as the “Badguylanders” for their lack of order and moral. Unbeknownst to our characters in Catleya,
the “Goodguyland,” something was stirring in Ifuexia which could help the
heroes in Catleya.
Historically,
the Ifuexians had been nothing but pure trouble for the Catleyans, considering
their direct involvement in corruption, robbery, war, and so on down the list
of evils that could be committed. As
would be expected, they were soon stereotyped as dark lords as evil as the
demons, which was as untrue about the Ifuexians as was an equal statement
concerning the demons. Just as the
demons were known to occasionally perform a nice deed, such as when Faxu
rescued Nisuna at the end of the Holy-Human Wars, the Ifuexians were willing to
accept change for the better. It was
the influence of the corrupt government and the untamed greed that turned their
society into the mess that it was in at this point of time.
“You
must pull out, now!” shouted Shennchusko from the gods’ sniping post in the
sky. “There is a strange source of
energy that is feeding this monster so that it can regenerate far too
quickly. We must resolve this problem
quickly, but in the meantime, you should pull out and let us hold it at
bay. You go and find out the energy
source and take it out; don’t worry about us.”
Earth
Justin nodded at the others and raced back to the ship, constantly looking
around the make sure that his colleagues were fine and that the monster was not
following; it was indeed stationary.
“Who
do the people hate?” wondered Justin aloud.
As if on cue, a small spaceship hurtled out of the sky and made contact
with a mountain, shaking the rocks and awakening a few trees.
“Huh?”
said Justin. “Let’s go and see what
that was all about.”
Jessica
was not convinced that that course of action would work. “Bro, we have little time here, so, no
offense, but we can’t waste our time exploring alien spaceships.”
“I
have a feeling that this was not just a coincidence. The ship must be important in some way, and, perhaps, may even
lead us to find out source of hatred.”
Emily
believed in Justin and landed her ship next to the smoldering piece of space
junk.
“How
could anybody’ve survived that kind of impact?
Must’ve been in a rush.”
A
small knock on the door made everyone take a deep breath. Justin walked towards the door, weapon in
hand, with the other eight ready for action.
He opened the door and revealed a young woman who instantly started to
shiver in fear.
“What’s
wrong?” asked Justin, but he was pushed aside by Emily, who was apparently
trying to do much more than just blast poor woman’s head off.
“Emily,
calm down! What’s gotten into you?”
asked Justin, but Emily would not respond.
She held the gun at the woman’s head and everybody else simply froze. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered.
Only
Jessica stuck up for Justin at first, but Juliya was quick to agree with a
peaceful resolution. However, their
expressions were far from being the same.
Jessica’s eyes held innocent thoughts, and her thoughts were that Emily
must’ve gone mad. Juliya’s eyes held an
air of experience, and her thoughts were centered on forgiveness.
“Let
her go, Emily,” said Juliya with great force.
“It does no good if she is dead, especially with that monster feeding
off of your hatred at this very moment.”
Emily
did not move, nor did she even appear to be listening to Juliya’s advice.
“What’s
going on?” demanded Earth Justin.
“Dude,”
said Meowy, “she’s the stupid queen of Ifuexia. Only surviving child of the royal family after Intergalactic War
II, commonly known as the Final War.”
“Um,
everybody?” said the supposed queen, who looked more like a troubled college
student than the symbol for evil, for the first time, catching everyone’s
attention and having the gun nuzzle her hair a little more affectionately.
“What
are your final words?” asked Emily, face red with rage.
“I
… uh … came here for your help,” said the queen.
“Pretty
sucky final words, if you ask me,” spat Emily.
“I
guess you could kill me if you wanted to, if it would calm down your hearts,
though I’d really appreciate it if you’d put that gun down.”
“Emily,
give it up,” pleaded Juliya. “Your mom
was killed by her mom, and they’re both in their graves now, so let it be. Ninoma here hasn’t committed any
atrocities.”
Emily
finally let her guard down and relctantly let Queen Ninoma into the ship.
“What
makes you think that we’d want to support your treachery?” asked Emily.
“My
head advisor is trying to assassinate me because the people are slaughtering
each other in my name. They’ve been
committing crimes with my name, and he considers me a threat to public security,
though his crew is just as subversive and amoral. I need someone to help me restore stability to our land … it has
been too long. Believe me, I’ve mourned
for all the people my parents killed, and I have just as much a right to hate
you as you have to hate me. You guys
were the ones who killed all my siblings, including my big sister, who was the
most innocent lady ever born to our family.
She tried to call my other brothers and sisters in but she got blown up
with the same bomb that blew the rest of my family up. And you blasted my mom until she died and
did the same to my dad. Do you think
that I do not have feelings, too? But
the past is the past and I am willing to forgive everyone because I’ve seen the
carnage of war and I don’t want it to ever ravage the galaxies again. Please, I entreat you,” spoke Ninoma.
The
nine paused in thought and Nisuna felt that it was her turn to say something.
“Ninoma, I will forgive you in
the name of Aizifa. My teachings say
that forgiveness should be given where it is deserved. Without a doubt, you are honest in your
words, for I can see through your thoughts and they are pretty much pure.”
“Thank
you.”
“Can’t I at least punch you?”
asked Emily.
“Just
don’t kill me,” said Ninoma mock-seriously.
Emily gave a weak hit to Ninoma’s chest and then bowed.
“Let’s
get to business, shall we?” Emily said, returning to her normal, upbeat mood.
“Yeah,
let’s,” said Ninoma with a smile.
The
table was pretty big and was pretty bored (not to be confused with it being
boring). It just had to sit there all
day and be a table, one of the most mundane jobs ever invented for a piece of
metal.
“I
know how to stop the monster,” said Earth Justin.
“Well,
no duh, we all knew that the moment Emily blew up at me,” said Ninoma.
“We
did?” asked Jessica. Ninoma just
chuckled uncomfortably and gave a cute smile.
“Maybe
if we can get Ifuexia a new start, people will finally begin the true peace of
this new era in history where things have finally settled down,” offered Earth
Justin. “We must hurry, lest the gods
will be … uh … dead.”
“That
monster’s quite a doozy,” commented Ninoma.
“I’ll help you fight him.”
“No,”
said Emily. “You have a queendom to
rule, and you should focus on that.”
Everybody
started to laugh.
“What’s wrong?” asked Emily.
“Nothing,”
said Earth Justin as he looked at the clock: 5,50 – just after noon.
The
peace talks were going violently, with brawls breaking out every few minutes,
even over the most minor of things.
“Sir!”
saluted a soldier to the head advisor of Ifuexia, Mr. Goov. “We have reports that Ninoma has defected to
our traditional enemies! We must seize
this opportunity to show the public that you are the one made to rule!”
“Then
get to work,” ordered Goov. Goov
strutted around his, or rather Ninoma’s, palace in his extravagant garb. <I am goood,> he thought.
“Now,
as I was saying,” started Goov, “I am sure that we can come to an agreement –
your citizen representative group and my administration. We will allow you your rights but I must be
allowed to be king if that is to be assured.
Ninoma is out of the picture; I now proclaim myself legitimate heir to
the throne, for she has fled to some scum Catleyan location to seek refuge.”
“I
see. I have no objections to your rule,
given that we do not end up in the same sort of mess as under King Urujius and
Queen ‘Slimy Salamander,’” said the representative.
“Very
well,” said Goov. “That will be
honored.”
“That
will not cut it, Sir Goov; you must sign this contract which binds you by law.”
Goov
grumbled but grudgingly signed his name at the bottom of the contract.
“Ninoma,
are you sure we can get there in time?” asked Jessica for the fourth time.
“Yes,”
replied Ninoma simply, restraining frustration because it could ruin her chances
of regaining the Ifuexian throne.
Emily
fidgeted with the controls, because the incredible speed meant less
maneuverability and more big rocks to dodge per minute.
“Hey,
Emily,” said Nisuna casually.
“What? Can’t you see I’m busy?” Emily groaned irritably.
“Don’t
mess up,” advised Nisuna.
“Do
you want me to hurt you?!” said Emily.
“Well, thanks for the advice, anyway.
It’s as good as any I’ve heard lately.
Of course, now I’m going start sweating and my hand’ll slip, but that’s
all in good fun, right?”
“Exactly,”
answered Nisuna as she went back to pacing around.
“You’re
bored,” said Ninoma.
“Yeah.”
“So
am I.”
Nisuna
just dropped to the ground, nearly asleep.
“Sis?”
called Justin.
“What?”
“You
think I’ll ever wake up in the morning?”
Jessica
looked puzzled and said, “What do you mean?
Like you’ll die?”
“I
mean like I’ll never escape this dream.
Like I’ll never want to or something.”
Jessica
looked at Justin sternly. “There’s
nothing for you here, Bro, you need to find your place in your world, not in
mine. We’ll all miss you, but we
understand. Did you have anything else
you wanted to talk about?”
“Yeah,
but it’s … sorta private.”
“You
can trust me,” said Jessica.
“But
…,” hesitated Justin.
“Listen
to me, Bro! You don’t open up then
you’re stuck like a crab for the rest of your life. If you keep your secrets to yourself, you’ll go crazy. What is it?”
Justin
closed his eyes and started his rant.
“I am sick of feeling obligated to do things. I don’t want to do a project for a change. I don’t want to study. I want to be myself and have my own time to
write and stuff.”
“Hah,
I feel like we’ve had this conversation already.”
“We
probably have, but I need to say more.
I feel lonely a lot, but I am afraid to open up. Tell me what I told you when we had this
conversation last time.”
“Yeah,
that’s right!” chirped Jessica. “About
my friends and my parents? You said –“
“Don’t
tell me that I said it. Say it in your
own words.”
“Be
who you are, Bro. You don’t need to do
everything that other people tell you to do.
Be good and that’s enough to let God know that you care about His
teachings. Study but don’t get so used
to living your life in work that you forget how to play. Have fun; God won’t mind,” said Jessica.
“Aren’t
you an Aizifalianist – lots of gods and all?” asked Justin.
“Silly,
that’s all the same to me. Nisuna and
all the other gods put together, they are symbols of God in a way. They’re your way of handling religion
because you are a scientist. This is
your world, and you put it together. I
may not be Christian or even monotheistic, but you can sense something there,
in the universe. The spirit of the
world, do you understand? Maybe you can
achieve peace by coming to terms with the world.”
Justin
was a bit peeved at this. “I don’t want
to be dependent on God for guidance.”
Jessica
shrugged and continued, “You don’t have to be.
I am happy and I don’t bug Nisuna every day for help. If you can find your own way, be my guest
and follow it!”
“What
has this got to do with friends and studying?” asked Justin, becoming confused
once again.
“I
know what you seek,” said Jessica quietly.
“You want to know the meaning of life, and I know it.”
“What?! Then tell me!” said Justin.
“Don’t
be so hasty, Justin. I cannot speak it,
but I can describe the path for you.
Close your eyes and fall into yourself.”
“OK,”
said Justin.
“Now,
look around. What do you see?”
“Kind
faces, a beautiful fountain … but it’s so foggy I can’t see much else,”
admitted Justin.
“What
color is the fog?” asked Jessica.
“It’s
red and purple,” said Justin.
“Then
you are not at peace with yourself nor the world. It looks like I’m gonna hafta leave you at this cliffhanger till
we go and beat up those spirits that are eating at this world.”
“Thanks
anyway.”
“No
prob, Bro; you can always talk to me if you need help, though it’d be much
better if you could talk to some of your real friends. Just know this: a feeling of perfect sense
will touch you when you stumble upon the meaning of life. Love people and you’re halfway there.”
Justin
shook Jessica’s hand and went back to the crew.
“How’re
we doing?” asked Jessica.
“We’re
almost there,” said Ninoma, drooling.
“Ewww,”
said Sara.
“Oh,
sorry!” said Ninoma. She quickly wiped
up the mess and straightened herself out.
Sara
bounced over to Emily’s side.
“Ya
think we’re being played with?” asked Sara , cocking her head towards Emily to
check her facial response.
“Yeah,
that’s what I think, too,” said Sara.
“What?”
asked Emily.
Sara
said, “This is the only thing we can do.”
Ifuexia
was officially under the rule of King Goov, and the first thing he did was
award the citizen representative group governmental positions to secure public
support. His agenda was less than
spotless, though; among his plans were an attack on Catleya for resources, the
execution of many people to strike obedience into the people, and many more bad
things (of course!).
Suddenly,
a large ship appeared in the skies.
“Ah! Just like the old times,” shouted Emily with
glee. “Action and adventure, here we
come!”
“Hey,
watch it,” said Ninoma. “There’s a big
twist this time, and that’s me.”
“Oh? You’re completely at our mercy, Ms. Ninoma,
so it’s just too bad if you don’t want to come with us.”
“Just
be quiet,” scowled Ninoma. She scanned
the view and pointed to a castle.
“That’s
my home.”
“OK,
then let’s head there,” said Emily.
“Eeeeek!”
screamed Sara.
“What,
see a mouse?” asked Meowy.
Sara
fumed a bit and said, “No! Like,
Ninoma, you got a bathroom in your house?”
“What’s
wrong with the one on this ship?” asked Emily.
“It’s
clogged and there isn’t any plumbing device!” said Sara.
“Oops,”
said Justin. The others just looked at
him with disappointment hanging in their eyes.
“Just
piss out the window, Sara,” said Emily.
“Unlike
some uncultured people here, I don’t
pee on people’s heads and cars. I am a
cat and I’m proud of it!” said Sara, holding up a fist before starting to dance
around in a frenzied state of having to go to the bathroom.
Justin
rushed to the bathroom to try and unclog it by flushing the toilet. Catleyan Justin smiled as he remember
previous bathroom experiences and Juliya looked at Catleyan Justin with
suspicion. “What’re you thinking
about?” asked Juliya.
“Nothing,
just people getting flushed down toilets.”
“What
is it with you people and toilets?!” screamed Ninoma, thoroughly
disgusted. Jessica had told her about
the bathroom incident at the mall, and she still remembered being a little girl
and entering the bathroom to see a shoe of one of the royal guards.
Catleyan
Justin just smiled when Justin made the announcement that he was being attacked
by the toilet water. Ninoma gagged and
stormed over to the window just in case she heard anything else about toilets.
Justin
rushed in and said, “Hey, guys! Um …
everything’s under control except that it is not recommended that you open the
bathroom door anytime soon. And Sara,
here’s a milk jug if you need it. Just
go over to your quarters and pretend you’re reading a book.”
Ninoma
vomited out the window at the mention of the word toilet.
“Yick!”
shouted one of Goov’s guards when the stomach acid hit the pavement.
“What
is it?” asked Goov.
“It’s
barf.”
“Oh,
no! We’re done for!” shouted Goov as he
ordered his army to prepare for a war.
“Just
like old times,” said Emily with a big grin.
Nisuna handed Ninoma a towel and went to chat with Justin and Juliya
about stocks and universal currency.
Ninoma rushed to the control panel and swerved the ship to dodge
incoming fire. With a quick swipe of
her hand, she was able to land the ship safely in a field near the castle.
“We
have to get out quickly,” she said. The
rest of the passengers nodded and escaped from the ship, crawling on their
bellies over to the forest.
The
moment the ten slipped into the forest, Goov and his troops arrived at the
ship. He ordered the people to search
the ship and to burn down the forest.
“Listen
to me,” said Nisuna to the forest. “You
will be under attack, so prepare for the worst.”
She
tried to get some rain to fall but the clouds were stubborn and held out. Fire began to consume the outer edges of the
forest, and many trees held the aliens to be responsible. Other trees immediately recognized Nisuna
and stood up to the fire, sacrificing themselves to slow the spread of the burn
so that the goddess could escape. In
any case, the trees were quite angry and it wasn’t long before a large red
tentacle grew out of the forest.
“Aaaahhh!”
screamed Goov’s guards as they were consumed, one by one, by the demonic spirit
that had entered the planet. Dead
trees’ spirits joined the monster and began to attack.
Ninoma
was getting an overdose of madness.
“You people are being helped by your enemy so that you can defeat your
enemy?”
“Just
hang in there, Ms. Rationalist. We can
defy logic and reason,” said Emily.
Ninoma
muttered, “Well, thanks a lot.”
Meowy
and Meow-Meow were way ahead of everyone else, racing through the forest as if
it were a highway. Sara was not far
behind them, though her lack of physical training left her a bit weaker than
the two veterans. The slowpoke people
were tripping over tree roots and burning their adrenaline like the fire was
burning the forest right behind them.
“Don’t
you wish you were a cat?” asked Justin.
“Yeah,”
said Jessica.
Nisuna
realized that they couldn’t keep up the pace because of fatigue problems, so
she concentrated on changing her body, hoping that she could do it in time; the
farther the creature from the current form, the harder it would be to rearrange
the DNA and energy.
“Hurry!”
cried Ninoma as Nisuna sat down and started to meditate. Suddenly, her body scattered into stray
energy before regrouping into a large dragon.
“Hop
on my body and not my wings and let’s fly out of here.”
Nisuna
flapped her four large wings methodically and was able to reach two hundred
kilometers an hour (much slower than a lot of normal birds when they dive, but
a dragon is not a small bird). She
spotted the three cats ahead, who were running at about eighty kilometers an
hour without tiring. She dove down to
try and catch them but they were not prepared and missed on the first dive.
“The
fire is far behind us,” noticed Ninoma, relieved.
“Celebrate
tomorrow,” said Emily, “because we still have a lot of work to do.”
Nisuna
did a loop in the air and crouched into the forest once again; this time, the
three cats were able to hop on and cling to the shiny scales. The goddess took them over to the edge of
Puresiu, capital of Ifuexia, and then turned back into her given form (a human
with a tail and two angel-wings).
“We
need to find proof of Goov’s masquerade before we can convince the citizens to
support Ninoma. After all, her only
followers right now consist of a group of citizens who are advocating a new war
on Catleya for revenge,” said Nisuna.
Meowy
nodded and added, “The people are faced with a biased decision here – to
support either Ninoma or Goov, but Goov’s propoganda and Ninoma’s insane
followers are causing a popular leaning toward Goov.”
“If
only Big Sister was here, she would be queen and she could convince the people,
in her gentle tone, that revenge isn’t the right way,” said Ninoma, tearing a
bit.
“But
what about Goov? What exactly is he
planning to do? Doesn’t he want
revenge, too?” asked Sara.
Ninoma
said, “Of course he does; we all do.
Right now he’s telling the people to restrain themselves, but the
slightest mistake on Catleya’s part will trigger all-out war. I can sense it; in fact, I can almost
guarantee that he’ll set up one false step on some obscure trade route for the
Catleyans so that he gets his excuse at exactly the right time. People’ll go mad and fight in the name of
Goov and Ifuexia.”
“So
all of these idiots are just the same,” said Emily.
“We’re
not idiots,” rebutted Ninoma softly.
“Good,
that’s what I want to hear,” said Emily.
“Then we have a chance. Let’s
raid the palace at night and try to sabotage some plan files that clearly show
Goov’s setup for a war. You guys, be
smart and don’t be dumb. It’s stupid to
be an idiot.”
Justin
and Juliya went over to a table and set some markers onto it.
“So,
there’s Goov and Ninoma. The people are
divided into pacifists, who follow Goov, and warmongers, who pretend to follow
Ninoma. We incriminate Goov and convert
the pacifists and Ninoma’s the queen, except that the original followers will
be angry. How do we subdue this
imminent revolution?” asked Juliya.
“Maybe
a formal apology is in order.
Unfortunately, that’s not enough.
Maybe Ninoma can pull it off, especially if she’s got the same parents
as her supposedly ideal sister,” said Justin.
Ninoma
stepped into the planning room and said, “I’m definitely not as smart as my
sister, but I know what I have to do.”
“What?”
asked Juliya and Justin.
“I
have to get married to the minority party leader – leader of the ones who are
supposedly under my name, not the ones who are currently in Goov’s government,”
said Ninoma with resolve.
“What
if you hate him?” asked Sara.
“That’s
too bad,” said Ninoma simply. “There’s
a responsibility to the country that a queen has.”
“I
just don’t want to see it come to this.
Queen Emily, King Justin, King Meow-Meow, King Meowy, Goddess Natuna –
heck, even me – we’re all married or engaged to people who we have personally
loved; close friends,” said Sara.
“I
guess it’s just punishment for my sins,” said Ninoma. “I’m sure I can find happiness even without a happy marriage.”
Nisuna
frowned and said, “You’re not thinking of divorce or extramarital activities,
are you?”
“No,
not really. I mean more like if I see
joy in my people, I can find happiness.
I know that divorce and stuff are against your teachings, and I honor
that, though I am not an Aizifalianist,” said Ninoma.
Justin
interjected, “How come, if Nisuna is a real, breathing goddess, not everyone is
an Aizifalianist in this universe?”
“Only
about 57% of the people on Catleya are Aizifalianists,” said Nisuna. “I don’t understand what you are trying to
say, though.”
“Well,
if the object of religion is true, then can’t there only be one concluding
religion from it?”
“That’s
where you’re wrong, Justin. It’s all
about the interpretation; there has always only been one object of
religion. There are plenty of religions
on Catleya and in the universe, and they’re all acceptable to me given that they
are … good. You believe in God,
right? Who is to say that there isn’t
just one God, that there are many like me and Sasika and so on? I respect your religion, Christianity, and
people respect mine. I am perfectly
content with that,” said Nisuna while staring out the window.
“Why
can’t you just go in like a bacterium and then transform into a goddess when
you sneak past security?” asked Earth Justin.
“Bacteria
don’t live very long, Justin,” said Nisuna.
“I will, however, try to use my skills to infiltrate the base. I will impersonate one of the guards, who’ll
be conviently knocked out and captured in this ship for the time being; we have
to minimize casualties or we’ll be the bad guys and that wouldn’t be good at
all. I should be able to get the information
by myself, but I’ll give you a call if things start to get rough. Thinking about it, it should be near
impossible for them to shoot me, but they aren’t what I’m afraid of. I’m afraid of that big red blob that’s
roaming around.”
“Let’s
start,” said Ninoma.
The
group’s tent was situated in a hole in the cliff near the royal palace. A dark figure could be seen escaping from
it, but it soon vanished.
<No
one suspects chipmunks, I hope,> thought Nisuna as she scampered down the
steep incline towards a guard. She sat
down at the foot of one of the guards, who was still looking at the cliff for
the shady figure with her binoculars.
In a great flash, an exact copy of the guard appeared in front of her,
and she was too surprised to say anything before the clone covered her mouth
and dragged her over to the cave.
“Change
into these clothes,” said Nisuna, handing the guard a T-shirt and a denim
skirt. “You can go over there and no
one would see you, but if you start a racket, we might have to … damage you.”
The
guard gulped and did as told, changing out of her uniform. In actuality, she was much more comfortable
in the casual clothes than in the tight and itchy uniform.
“Thank
you very much,” said Nisuna as she changed into her disguise. “You can have some baked beans if you want.”
“Of
course,” said the guard as she headed over to the tent. “Hi, everyone. Let’s not get too cruel to the enemy, right?”
Everyone
stared at the guard and she wondered if it would’ve been better to have been
killed on the spot. But then a teenager
handed her a bowl of the best baked beans she had ever tasted and she knew that
she had made the right choice – the choice that she was destined to make.
“Ahhhh,
these are so good,” she said as she sat down.
The T-shirt fit fine because it was a T-shirt, but the skirt was a
little too big. “Does anyone have a
belt?”
“Just
eat more beans and the skirt’ll fit fine,” said Emily as she wiped her mouth
with her sleeve.
The
guard just tugged on the skirt a little and tried to make a makeshift belt out
of onion grass.
“Don’t
kill the grass,” said Emily. “That’ll
piss Nisuna off.”
“Oh,
well then, you seem like you must have an extra belt somewhere because you’re
wearing one right now. Couldn’t spare
one for me, at least until I get my uniform back?” pleaded the guard.
“Pay
me a Conodee dollar for rent,” said Emily offhandedly, holding out her hand in
anticipation of the miniscule amount of cash.
“Sure,”
said the guard reaching into her back pocket and realizing that she wasn’t
wearing her uniform. “Um … that woman
who looked just like me, well, she just took my clothes and my wallet. And my purse is at home. Want some onion grass instead?”
Emily
just threw the belt at the guard; it hit her in the face and she yelped.
“You
don’t have to be that mean to me. I’m
just another worker here.”
She
slid the belt on and continued to eat as the others blew out their concealed
lights and went into the tent.
“So,
what do you think of your job?” asked Juliya.
“It’s
pretty boring. All I do is ask people
to swear allegiance to Goov and to only let authorized personnel through the
gates.”
“What
about Goov?”
“Him? He tried to hit on me once, I think, but
he’s twenty years older than me and at that time, he was still a lowly worker
like me, so I kicked him in the face and he fell into the moat. The only reason why I’m still here is cuz I
hooked him up with his current wife.
They’re a perfect match – both are complete idiots,” said the guard.
Juliya
giggled and continued the conversation as Catleyan Justin, Meowy, and Meow-Meow
prepared their equipment in case of battle.
Jessica had fallen asleep with her weapon in hand in case that she might
be attacked during the night. Sara was
moping around because Meowy had taped her mouth shut with duct tape; she had
been trying to compose a new song a little too loudly and was almost
caught. Earth Justin and Emily were
cleaning up the bean pots (as in they were slurping loudly as they took one pot
each and started to pig out).
“Yrum!”
exclaimed Emily.
“Yarr,”
said Justin, the beans stuck in his braces.
“I carrnn srrm tr grr zerz eens ouamy brarcrs.”
Emily
couldn’t understand a word of what Justin was saying and just shrugged and
resumed eating. If only she knew what
Nisuna was going through ….
<Ack! How can this girl stand having such long
hair?> internally screamed Nisuna as she tried to brush it away from
conquering her entire body. The uniform
was tight and itchy, and it was the most ugly shade of brown that anyone could
think of. Nisuna considered spicing it
up a bit but decided against it.
<After all, if I made myself cute enough, the guys would play catch
the chick and I’d be done for.>
Nisuna
walked as ‘normally’ as possible, taking modest yet inconspicuous steps. She made her way into the heart of the
palace, where the information was sure to be stashed. However, the passwords became harder and harder, and she wished
she had squeezed the passwords out of that guard.
“Guys,
your friend who’s trying to break into the palace is gonna have a hard time
with the passwords,” said the guard.
“Just to get back at Goov for that really embarrassing advance he made
in the park, I would’ve told you the codes if you’d only asked.”
“Well,
what’s been done has been done,” said Emily.
She was trying to wait as long as possible before having to go and
really wash the pot that she was holding down at the river.
“I’m
wondering … how did she become so good at disguises?” asked the guard. She stood up to go to the river to get done
with her bathroom business. At this
moment, Emily decided to go down to the river and wash the pot out. Juliya answered for Emily instead.
“Well,
don’t tell anyone, but she’s a goddess.”
“Ooh,
yeah, sure,” said the guard. “You know
what? I think I’ll go down to the river
to take a piss because I can’t get back into the palace now that I’m wearing
these clothes … by the way, can I keep them?”
“Ask
Nisuna; she’s the one who bought them.”
“How
did she know my size or that I’d be a girl?
Most of the people here are guys; I would’ve bought sweatpants or
something androgynous like that.”
“Like
I said, she’s a goddess.”
The
guard shook her head and left for the river.
At
the river, Ninoma was washing up and getting a drink of water because her
canteen had run out.
“Hey,
Em!” she cried when she saw her adversary going to clean out a large metal pot.
“What,
Ninoma?”
“Wait
up a sec so that I can get fresh water for my canteen, not bean flavored
water.”
Emily
asked with innocent hurt, “What, you didn’t like my beans?”
“That’s
not what I meant!” said Ninoma, a bit shocked.
She finished filling up her canteen and left.
“Emily?”
called a voice from behind.
“What
now?” asked Emily, swearing in her mind that everyone always had to bother
her. “Let
me go to the bathroom before you wash that pot, OK? I think we can agree that’s the best order,” said the guard.
Emily
had the courtesy to leave for a few minutes; when she arrived back, the river
was abandoned. She got to work a bit
upstream and washed her pot out in peace.
Ninoma
bumped into the guard on the way back while drinking from her newly refilled
canteen.
“What
were you doing down there?”
“Oh,
just taking a piss cuz the toilets are off-limits to me now,” said the guard
matter-of-factly.
Ninoma
let out a nerve-wracking scream and dumped the water out of her canteen.
“I
am going to blow up all the toilets in the palace when I get home, I
swear! I think I’ll do that!” screeched
Ninoma.
“It
ain’t the toilets’ fault,” said the guard, checking to make sure her belt was
on properly. Ninoma took this as proof
that she had just drunken toxic water.
She started to pound the guard weakly while the guard stared at her with
a blank expression.
“I’ll
handle this girl; you just go back to the tent, and no wandering, you hear?”
ordered Emily.
“Yes,
ma’am,” the guard said.
“Don’t
ever call me ma’am or Your Highness!” warned Emily.
“Yes,
whatever your name is,” said the guard honestly. She didn’t know what Emily’s name was and didn’t even know that
she was queen of one of the most powerful nations in the galaxies.
Emily
dragged a now-unconscious Ninoma back to the tent compounds.
“Ninoma,”
said Emily.
“Yes?”
“You
refilled your water before the guard went there. You aren’t going to die from contamination.”
“Oh,
phew,” said Ninoma.
Emily
wondered why Ninoma didn’t care about the fact that hundreds of fish peed in
that river every day.
Nisuna
wandered down hall after hall, mentally recording her path so that she could
return easily.
“Halt!”
cried a guard.
“Wha?”
said Nisuna, straightening out like a deer caught in headlights, or more like a
guard caught in a flashlight.
“You
wanna go out with me tomorrow?” asked the guard.
“Huh?”
asked Nisuna, getting a little angry.
“Just
kidding. Actually, I came to tell you
that the hallway that you are proceeding down ends down there. The area beyond it is off-limits,” said the
guard as he pointed the flashlight down to the end of the halls. “You’re a newbie around here, right?” he
asked.
<You
must be new,> thought Nisuna, <because the person I’m impersonating has
been here for at least eight years now.
That’s why I chose her from that roster that I got Sasika to hack into
while on our ship.>
“Y-yeah,
it’s kinda hard. You see, I’m actually
trying to find the bathrooms,” she lied, pretending to have never seen those
women’s rooms scattered everywhere.
“Oh,
actually, I haven’t seen any myself,” said the guard. He had never been in any part of the palace except this hallway,
so he had not seen the bathrooms in the other halls. “You need in to go to the bathroom?”
“Yeah,
that’s it,” said Nisuna, cringing and hopping around like Sara did on the ship
to try and seem realistic enough.
“Whoa,
you go ahead. Here’re the keys; I’ll
open it.” The guard ran down to the end
and opened up the door.
“Thanks,”
said Nisuna, blowing the guard a little kiss to soften him for her planned late
return.
Nisuna
sidestepped until she was sure that the guard could no longer see her, and then
she snuck behind a small palm tree. She
was about to go to the next palm tree when she heard a loud burp. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw
the guard pass through the rotunda that she was in and out into the hallway. Feeling quite lucky, she climb the stairs
and entered the second floor. The main
collection of information would be nearby, she reasoned. She checked each room until she came to a
dead end in the hallway. Another burp
came from downstairs and footsteps could be heard climbing up the stairs. Nisuna panicked and searched around, finding
a small number pad on the right. She
desperately patted all her pockets – the one on her chest, the two in the front
of her pants and the two in the back. In
the right side on the back, she felt an object. She pulled it out and found it to be a wallet. Desperately, she flipped it open and found a
small card. She slid it through the
slot near the pad and was granted access, though the card should likely have
only gotten her past the first few doors because her character, at least according
to how she was stopped, was only a low-level guard. Thanking Ianjisuko and Shennchusko, she ran through the now-open
continuation of the corridor as silently as possible. She ducked into an empty lounge and hid there until the guard
passed her.
Matching
the guard’s footsteps, she followed him through the corridor until he turned
away into his quarters to activate the late-night guard. Nisuna took a left and came to a large glass
door; she could see a library ahead.
<This
must be it,> she thought. She slid
her card through the pad to her right and hoped that it would work. To her surprise, the door opened and she
went in.
“Hi,”
came a voice. “Welcome to the palace
library. May I help you, Ms. Hiwena?”
“Oh!”
cried ‘Ms. Hiwena.’ “I’m simply here
for a good read. It’s been a long week
and I want to relax with some nice ol’ history.”
“Of
course,” said the librarian. “You’re
always welcome here; you’re one of my best members – you check out a lot of
books and always return them on time!”
<So,>
thought Nisuna. <This guard comes
here regularly. Maybe that’s why the
card worked.>
She
looked up to find the nonfiction section and lose the librarian’s eyes. Patiently, she sat down and began to read a
boring book on Ifuexian history.
Occasionally, she’d look up to see what the librarian was doing. The librarian met up with another librarian
and began to chat. Nisuna took this
opportunity to go to the computers in the back of the library.
[Hi,
what is your name?] prompted the computer.
Nisuna
checked the ID and typed in ‘Alina Hiwena.’
[What
is your password?]
The
ID was no help on this, so Nisuna had to flip through the wallet to find a
small wad of paper that had barely legible writing on it. She recognized this as the passwords
sheet. Making sure that no one was
looking, she typed the password in, number by number. It would be ignorant to overlook that fact that a veteran worker
doesn’t just forget a password that has become an identity.
[Welcome,
Ms. Hiwena.]
Nisuna
got the computer to look up confidential plans, many of which were general and
not very bad at all. All of a sudden,
she came across a strange file which was hidden from the guards, for it was
off-limits. It was titled ‘National
Unity.’
“Hey,
are you, by any chance, Queen Ninoma?” asked Alina (the guard).
“Yeah,
I am,” said the diminutive woman.
“Wow! I’ve always wanted to meet you in
person. So, you probably want to retake
the country, right? I worked under you
before the riots started.”
“Well,
it’s nice to meet you, too.”
The
guard smiled and said, “I’ll get another uniform so you can get into your
castle. From there, you can retake the
country.”
The
guard led Ninoma several blocks away from the palace to a large building,
entering it and telling Ninoma to duck out of sight.
“Hello,”
said the guard to a receptionist at the department of local defense.
“Oh,
hi. How may I help you?”
“Well,
you see, I accidentally left my uniform at home, eighty kilometers away,
because I was washing it; I was planning on changing here and getting to my
post, but I was in such a rush I came here dressed like this without my
uniform. You understand that it is
completely unacceptable to wear a T-shirt and a jean skirt this short to work
and I can’t go back home now,” said the guard.
“Did
you leave anything else at home?” asked the receptionist.
“I
don’t think so,” said the guard realistically, checking her pockets.
“Then,
may I see your ID?”
The
guard faked a shocked look and cried disbelievingly, “No way, how could I have
forgotten my ID, too?!” She looked so
pitiful that the receptionist clapped his hands and decided to let her go.
“Name?”
he said after a long pause.
“Oh,
thank you so much! You have saved me
from losing my job! My name is Alina
Hiwena, Class B slash two palace guard.”
“You’re
listed here, so I’ll have your uniform ready in thirty minutes unless you would
like a generic one from over there on that rack. Do you need it custom made or are you in a rush?” asked the
receptionist.
Remebering
how horribly her ‘custom made’ uniform fit, she opted to go and pick out one
herself, trying to picture Ninoma’s size.
Ninoma was short and slim, while she was tall and average in width. The guard gestured toward the rack and the
receptionist nodded; he knew firsthand how horrible the computer records for
sizes were and how the workers always messed up somewhere.
Alina
grabbed a small blouse and matching pants (and the funky little accessories
like a belt, scarf, sunglasses, and bracelet that were necessary for recognition)
for Class B/2 and bagged them, paying the receptionist the fifty thousand
Ifuexian iu (two hundred Ifutian ius to the Conodee dollar) fee. She slipped out and the receptionist
searched his files to see if Alina was single, and if so, whether she was already
dating someone. It was strange that the
Ifuexian technology included a database of pair-ups of workers yet didn’t have
automatic scans of the lands around the palace that would have detected Emily
as she danced with Justin, Juliya ‘not one bit jealous.’
Alina
hopped out and said, “Ta-da! A uniform
for Ms. Ninoma. So, won’t you try it
on?”
“Not
out here,” scowled Ninoma. “You have a
dorm?”
“I
wasn’t lying about living pretty far away; I live in an apartment at least
seventy kilometers from here. We don’t
have cars like on Catleya here.
Despotism has had its toll on the technological development; we are
stuck in time in the industrial age.
What a mess our land has become … I have faith in you, so don’t you be
crowning yourself empress on me or I’ll have to kill you.”
“You
sound serious,” said Ninoma, shivering a bit at the thought of a knife tickling
her throat.
“I
am,” said Alina without any sign of sarcasm or humor.
“How
will I get past the guards?” asked Ninoma.
“Goov
was careless and never deleted your file.
Do you remember your old password?”
Ninoma
nodded vigorously, her hair bouncing up and down.
“Good,
then you’ll be fine. Use your passwords
while if anyone stops you, say that you are Alina Hiwena. Of course, I won’t be taking you to the side
that I normally work on, because everyone would know my face if you went
there. You have to enter from the left
wing, not the right.”
The
two walked back to the tent outside of the palace and Alina went into the tent
to read a magazine while Ninoma changed.
“I’m
ready!” called Ninoma from outside.
Alina shushed her and climbed out of the tent.
Alina
shook her head and corrected Ninoma, “You have to button the very top button of
the blouse even if it chokes you, and you have to wear your pants at your true
waist. Otherwise, they’ll know that
you’re not a regular because the dress code is very strict.”
Ninoma
fixed up her clothes as was told and waited for Alina’s next command.
“Now,
wrap your scarf below your collar – ah, I’ll just do it for you.” Alina whisked the scarf around Ninoma’s neck
and tied a series of intricate knots.
“Finally, slip this bracelet onto your right hand. Now you’re ready to go. Address people as ‘Mr.’ or ‘Ms.’ so-and-so
according to their name tag; yours is on your blouse pocket. That’s all you need to know.”
Alina
bid Ninoma farewell and fell into the tent once more.
“Aha!”
said Nisuna out loud. <Oh, my! Did I just say that out loud?> she
thought. She quickly downloaded the
information to an outdated floppy disk and quit out of what she was doing. Just in case anyone had heard her, she
continued, “I think I know exactly who has that book. I’ll go and get him, that lazy idiot.”
The
librarians were chatting too loudly to listen to Nisuna, anyway. Nisuna pulled what seemed to be an
interesting book and checked it out under Hiwena’s name.
“Thank
you for your business,” said the librarian.
“I hope to see you soon. Perhaps
we can have coffee together again sometime in the Class B lounge?”
“I
will consider your offer; thank you very much,” said Nisuna. She controlled herself, holding back the
urge to bolt out of the building.
<Regular guards are bored and take their time. And they burp a lot.> Nisuna faked a burp and earned a laugh from
the guard who she had been avoiding earlier.
She didn’t sweat it one bit because what she thought was off-limits to
Class B guards was nowhere near off-limits.
“Heyai,
Alina. See you’ve been eating … or have
you been drinking?” he asked.
“Just
ate too quickly, I guess. I have a
stomach ache now,” Nisuna said, groaning.
All this lying was really giving her a pain because goddesses just
simply don’t lie.
“Good,
‘cause I’d be consairned if you took up getting droonk, you know what I
mean. Lots o’ us are succumbing to bad
ol’ beer an’ liqair.”
Nisuna
giggled and said, “I wouldn’t get drunk.”
“Yeah,
raight, like I didn’t see you at that pairty, dancing with all dos guys!” said
the guard with his strange accent.
“Oh,”
said Nisuna while blushing a bit.
“Well,
your shaift ainds soon, raight? See you
tomairroo, oka?”
“Okamew,”
said Nisuna without thinking twice about the language she was speaking in. “I mean ‘yeah.’”
“You
say ‘okamew?’ Must be dat training for
spies or something. Good work on your
Cat Language pronainciaition; they’ll be hairing you in noo time.”
“Heh,
thank you very much,” said Nisuna, bowing at the compliment.
“Nice
and cairteous. Just like a laidy,” said
the guard as he headed down to the lounge.
Nisuna
strolled off towards the exit as if she were at the end of a strenuous
day. She came out into the hallway from
which she had entered.
“Dang,
lady, you sure take a long time to go to the bathroom,” said the guard who had
let her through.
“I
thought you said that area was off-limits!” said Nisuna impatiently.
“For
newbies, at least,” the guard said meekly.
“No
wonder. Those guys must’ve all been
veterans, who I encountered down there.
Well, if you must know, the ladies’ bathrooms always have long lines,”
said Nisuna haughtily.
“Oh,
yes, I’ve seen those lines with my own eyes,” said the guard. “Well, you be on your way, now.”
Nisuna
thanked the guard and left the building triumphantly. When she got to the tent, she found that Ninoma was missing.
“I
get the evidence and Ninoma runs off to who knows where?!”
“Chill,”
said Alina. “She’s going to try and
retake the castle. I’m trying to find a
potential husband for her.”
“You
mean she’s serious about that marriage thing?” asked Nisuna incredulously.
Alina
turned and raised an eyebrow at Nisuna.
“Aliens,” she said, turning back to her work.
“So
how do you plan on finding a husband with that news magazine?”
“I’m
gonna find the cutest minority party leader here and call him up,” said
Alina. “I’m sure he’d marry his idol,
though I can’t stand the way they treat people. Maybe Ninoma’ll soften him up.”
“Let’s
hope he doesn’t do anything rash,” sighed Nisuna, collapsing onto the ground to
help Alina in her one-dimensional matchmaking.
On
the other side of the tent, Jessica was talking to Earth Justin.
“You
think we’ll have peace after we settle this mess with the monsters and
Ifuexia?” asked Jessica.
“Don’t
worry yourself to sleep every night, Sis, because that’ll only hurt your
body. Rest up and be happy. It’ll all work out, I’m sure of it,” said
Justin.
“Bro,
you’ve come a long way. You don’t
complain about your life anymore, did you realize it? You’re an optimist, now, for Heaven’s sake.”
“I
guess you’re right,” said Justin. “I’m
happy here, and I’m sure I’ll make myself happy back home.”
“I’m
glad to see that you’re on your way to being rescued,” said Jessica. “It’s cold out here; do you want me to get
you a blanket?”
“No,”
said Justin.
“Wanna
have mine?” asked Jessica.
“No,”
said Justin.
“Hey,
hey, don’t be afraid to ask for favors.
People are willing to do them for you as long as you do something in
return. Mercantilism is not the way.”
“Well,
then, could you please get me a blanket?”
“Of
course, Bro,” said Jessica.
Ninoma
was near her chamber on the third floor.
She only had a short distance to go.
Suddenly, guards osmosed in and blocked her way.
“Ma’am,
we can’t let you past here.”
“Why?”
asked Ninoma.
“These
are Goov’s chambers. Set up an
appointment at the front desk first and he’ll see you.”
Ninoma
was shocked that Goov had moved into her room.
“But
…,” she began, trailing off. She
wouldn’t be able to restore herself without her crown and computer, both of
which were in her room. Luckily for
her, ropes came out of the ceiling and familiar figures dropped out of the
ceiling.
“Miss
us?” asked Emily.
Ninoma
nodded and smiled, pulling out her tranquilizer gun. The three cats, Meowy, Meow-Meow, and Sara, hurled light shockers
of energy at the guards to knock them out while the rest of the people pushed
the guards over to the side so that Ninoma could enter.
“Ah,”
came a low, obnoxious voice. “So Ninoma
has returned for revenge, eh? Well, too
late!” bellowed Goov. “The country is
mine, and when I push this button,” he said, pointing at the trademark ‘red
button on a small gray remote,’ “my agents, I mean the ‘Catleyans’ on board
trade ship 458, will have ‘launched a missile’ at the space port of Ifuexia,
triggering Intergalactic War III.
Bwa-Mwa-ha-ha-ha!!!”
“Oh,
please,” said Emily, pushing the stop button on her pocket recorder. “Cut the crap and die.”
“I
will press the button!” said Goov with a deranged grin.
The
heroes stood their ground and waited; Goov took the opportunity to grab Ninoma
as a hostage. Ninoma crumpled into a
heap on the ground next to Goov after he elbowed her in the chest. Goov cackled again and again, his fingers
centimetering toward the red button.
Justin
looked away in fear that guards would be coming, and when he looked back, Goov
was in pain, apparently kicked in the groin by someone. Ninoma was laughing, dismantling the remote
and backing away from Goov. Goov roared
in anger and pain and started to advance on the group, calling his guards.
The
ceiling decided to give way at that moment, revealing a large red tentacle and
a large eyeball staring out of the tentacle.
“Hey,”
said the tentacle of the monster. “I
feel like killing some people today.”
“Yaaahh!”
screamed the ten; Emily quickly struck Goov’s weak points with an energy shock
while he was distracted and then dragged him out as the rest began to
escape. They were near the exit when a
large amorphous blob broke through the concrete wall and blocked their path.
“Hey,
big idiot!” screamed a high voice from another part of the building. The blob shifted position and the group was
able to make it out. “Yeeargh! The anger!” screamed the voice, which
belonged, Ninoma noticed, to Alina Hewina, guard Class B.
“I
have to go back for her!” said Ninoma.
“Argh,
heroics; so clichéd,” said Emily. “But
I guess we have to. Think we’ll die
trying to save a stupid guard?”
“Let’s
not plan on it,” said Earth Justin. The
group prepared for an all-out attack on the monster that represented the spirit
on Catleya. Without hatred driven out
of people’s hearts, though, the monster had an advantage.
“Hang
in there, Alina!” shouted Ninoma.
“We’ll save you.”
“Idiots,
get away from here!” came the voice echoing across the concrete chasm. The palace was crumbling at amazing rates,
but the monster shook off the rocks like a dog shakes off water.
Stubbornly,
Ninoma tried to attack the monster with her knife, but her anger only fed the
monster.
“Ninoma,
you’re only making it stronger. You
have to focus on love,” said Nisuna, now changed into her normal clothes.
The
group launched simultaneous blasts that combined into a whirlwind of energy
from the heart, knocking the beast away.
It staggered a bit on its hundred legs and let loose several tentacles,
sweeping the ground away from underneath the group. Nisuna had no problems because her wings unfolded immediately,
but the other members were clinging for their lives to the edge of the new
cliff.
Earth
Justin, clearly the weakest, seemed ready to drop when his hands started to
bleed from the friction and weight of his own body. He was determined not to die, though, if only to see Sis and the
rest of his family one more time. It
was a strange moment, when time seemed to slow and the monster’s attacks became
a pattern, a recognizable equation that could be solved. Justin flung himself upward with a flick of
the arm and concentrated on his feelings for his family, his extended family,
and he was able to let loose a seismic attack before falling into the crack in
the planet. The monster reeled back as
it gasped for life, dropping Alina, who leapt down into the crack to save
Justin.
Nisuna
dove down also, while others struggled to climb out, watching the monster lose
shape and vaporize. The goddess caught
Justin with a record six hundred kph dive and would’ve missed Alina, who was
preparing for a landing via a blast of downwards energy, if Justin hadn’t
pointed her out. The others stood up at
the edge of the cliff which now bordered a huge crater where the palace had
been but had collapsed. Hundreds of
guards were sprawled everywhere.
Juliya
ran up to one of them and asked, “How many were still in when the palace fell?”
“I
think,” gasped the guard weakly, “about a dozen or so. Do you think you could do something for
them?”
“Other
than a proper funeral? Perhaps Nisuna
will be willing to go and retrieve their bodies, but they are likely to be
mortally wounded.”
“It’s
OK. We had it coming,” said the guard
as he fell asleep in the cool night breeze.
Nisuna
rose from the crater carrying Justin on one side and Alina on the other.
“I
win,” said Nisuna.
Of
the thirteen guards who went down with the palace, seven survived and were in
various states of recovery in the hospital by the next day, claiming to have
been saved by an angel. The rest were
buried in a local cemetary.
“People
of Ifuexia,” said Ninoma, still dressed as a commoner, “our world has fallen to
chaos and hatred, but there is a way out of the cycle. First, we must realize the truth, and the
truth is that Goov was far from planning to keep his promises.”
Nisuna
revealed the plans and recording and showed them off on a large screen to the
audience, which numbered in the tens of thousands. Even skeptics had to acknowledge that the man seen in the
recording (which was video plus audio) was indeed Goov. People, being easily swayed by evidence,
began to favor Ninoma, and after a few days, Ninoma was restored by popular
vote to the office of Queen, which she promptly resigned from, making herself
president of Ifuexia, instead, and appointing people from across the board to serve
as her advisers. As predicted, everyone
was calmed except for the radicals who felt betrayed by her.
Alina
and Nisuna told her who she would have to marry – a young man named Kuvis
Rons. Ninoma proposed to him and he
accepted; the two were married promptly by Nisuna and they went to live in a
little house before they rebuilt the palace.
When the Catleyan group was satisfied that Kuvis was a good man, they
said goodbye to President Ninoma of Ifuexia.
“We’ll likely see you some
time soon,” said Emily. Everyone waved
goodbye and boarded the ship.
With the new democracy,
Ifuexia was able to open up its trade ports and good relations meant that
people in Catleya began to forget the old Badguyland in favor of the new
Ifuexia.
“Um,
hi,” said Ninoma to her new husband.
“What’s your name again?”
Kuvis
nearly fainted on the spot. “It’s
Kuvis, dear.”
“Sorry,”
said Ninoma, looking at the ground embarrassedly. “You wanna go out on a date and so we can get to know each
other?”
“It’s
a bit late for that, isn’t it?” asked Kuvis.
“Perhaps,”
said Ninoma, “but I think we could both use a break. And if you start to try and advise me to go through with a war
….”
“Don’t
worry, honey, I know you want good relations, and we owe them one for beating
up that big monster,” said Kuvis, brushing Ninoma’s hair with the back of his
hand.
“Stop
it! You’re making me uncomfortable,”
said Ninoma, squirming.
“Oh,
don’t worry, I won’t call you honey any more, dear,” said Kuvis, continuing to
brush Ninoma’s hair.
“I
meant stop brushing my hair!” screamed Ninoma, edging to the other end of the
sofa.
“Oh,
honey, you could have just said so!” exclaimed Kuvis.
“Argh,
romantics,” said Ninoma, turning on the TV.
She successfully lost Kuvis when she turned to some wrestling match and
she, as quickly as possible, ran out of the house and screamed very loudly.
“Honey,
you OK?” came a voice.
Our
friends dozed off in the ship on the way back; Emily was chugging down her
tenth cup of coffee to keep herself awake.
“Yoooooou
knoooooow,” yawned Sara, “you shoooooudn’t drink too muuuuuuuuuch coffee
behuuuhuuse it makes you –”
Emily
pushed Sara into the driver’s seat as she went to take care of some business.
“Ack,
I don’t know how to flyyyyyyyyyy this thing,” said Sara as she began to fall
asleep on the wheel. She steered it
clear of all incoming stars for the next lightyear and dropped to the ground.
Earth
Justin woke when the ship began to wobble.
Sara was stirring in her sleep, hitting the joystick in random
directions. Emily rushed in, hands
still dripping wet, and wiped them on her shirt before hopping over to take
control.
“We’ll
be delayed probably thirty minutes at most.
Let’s just get things back under control.” Emily felt herself slipping out of control again and she reached
for some coffee before deciding that that wouldn’t be such a great idea.
Nisuna
got up and said, “I’ll hit you on the head if you fall asleep.”
“Don’t,”
said Justin, causing Nisuna to grimace when she remembered the earlier
incident.
“I’ll
give a pleasant wake-up call if you fall asleep,” said Nisuna.
Emily
managed to take the ship back to Catleya, but there was a visible red blob that
encompassed a quarter of a continent.
“Oh,
my God!” cried Nisuna, covering her mouth as she began to tear at the horrid
sight.
Justin
gave her a funny face and told Emily to dock in Craterland, a desolate desert
where the blob would not venture to.
“Without
its source of energy, that thing can’t get bigger,” said Meow-Meow. He retrieved all the custom-made weapons for
everyone and they hopped into a rented car.
Catleyan Justin was chosen to drive and he pounded the gas pedal as hard
as he could, breaking it off.
“Oh,
well, looks like we have to go the old-fashioned way,” said Nisuna. Justin paid the rental office for the broken
car and the group hopped onto Nisuna-phoenix’s wings. It took four hours but they managed to get within a hundred
kilometers of the beach; the monster spanned ninety-five kilometers in from the
coast and another twenty-five kilometers into the ocean. His many legs and tentacles polluted the
beach and people had long since evacuated from the entire area. Coast City, second largest city in
Justinland, was now a ghost town, with only a few slow packers left in the
city.
“Let’s
go now!” shouted Earth Justin.
The
gods cleared out a path for the group to enter by, leading straight to the head
and heart. The gods, now, were reverted
to their Urimènt forms, balls of light energy, and many leaked golden-white
energy as blood, wounded by the red tentacles.
The tentacles were translucent, looking as ethereal as the gods
themselves except that the tentacles were pretty ugly.
One
ball drifted down in front of Earth Justin, turning into a human with large
bruises and cuts, and a shirt and jeans that were ripped to the point that they
seemed fashionable by modern standards.
The figure lifted her right leg, and Earth Justin couldn’t help but
notice that the blue jeans were dyed red.
“Hey,”
said the goddess, giving a weak smile to cheer him up.
“Shennchusko,
you alright?” asked Nisuna.
“Of
course, now go on and finish the guy off.
He stopped getting bigger probably a day ago, but we are tiring quickly
and we must conserve energy lest we shall run out of our life supply!”
The
group leapt into action, causing relief from Shennchusko, who staggered over to
an inn to take a break (pass out on the floor). Positions were restored: Meow-Meow, Catleyan Justin, Juliya, and
Nisuna hacked at the left side to keep the spirit at bay; Emily, Sara, Meowy,
and Jessica attacked the spirit’s right side.
Together, the groups managed to keep an open channel for Earth Justin.
<I
have to focus now,> thought Earth Justin.
He held out his left fist and let it converse with the air. A gust of wind swept up around his fist and
he quickly grabbed his weapon with his left hand. Energy burst out of the tip of each blade of his sword, connecting
with the spirit and causing him to fly upward.
It rested in the sky, only sending down his tentacles to do his dirty
work.
Earth
Justin tried to attack him again from the ground, but it was futile because the
spirit simply dodged the relatively slow energy. <How do I reach him?!> mentally screamed Justin. He had to do something or the tentacles
would start to ravage a larger radius.
<Believe
in Catleya’s strength,> thought Jessica.
<Natu and Nata are still here.>
Justin
put his hands on the ground, pressing hard on the earth, challenging Natu and
Nata to do something. Catleya
responded by giving him strength and he thanked the planet for its kindness.
Looking
up at anger itself, Justin started to twitch and was overcome by a strange
sensation – wings sprouted from his back and he was able to fly up to meet the
spirit; only the gods followed him, for everyone else was quite incapable of
flying.
Unfortunately,
Justin didn’t see that he was entering a trap until he was completely
surrounded by the tentacles once more.
He closed his eyes for a final attack that would use his entire spirit,
just in case the tentacles were not to stop.
A black ring surrounded him, though, and he opened his eyes when he
could no longer sense the pulsating, bright spirit in front of him. A dark black and purple aurora was held in
place around him, and he could see tentacles trying to enter and falling back,
limp. When the cover was lifted, the
amputated spirit was howling in pain but was still taking injuring the
gods. A finger poked Justin’s shoulders
and he turned around, face to face with a scantily dressed demoness with long,
strangely styled black hair and a small ribbon tied around her horn.
“Hi,”
said the demoness.
“Ahhh! Are you trying to kill me, too?” cried
Justin.
“No,
don’t get all riled about a little demon, hmm?
I’m the one who just saved you.
I suppose I could give you my name.
My name is Faxuda, nice to meet you,” said Faxu.
“Aren’t
you bad?” asked Justin.
“No,
no, little child. I may have been evil,
but I found a calling, so to speak. You
see, demons don’t have to be bad, and they usually aren’t. We care about the world as much as the gods
do, it’s just that we are bound by the powers that be to provide a
counterweight to the gods or else the world will be an unbalanced mess, and
that isn’t pretty. Now quit listening to
my rants because the monster’s right behind you,” spoke Faxu as she stabbed the
tentacle behind Justin with her staff, causing it to evaporate.
“Well,
I owe you one,” said Justin.
He
took a last look at the demoness before turning around, sure that he would
never see her again. Justin regained
his concentration and saw the monster’s weak point; he was distracted by a
strange cage within the spirit. Within
this cage were his eight friends, trapped in the spirit’s heart. Emotions flashing all over Justin’s mind, he
had to isolate the one that meant the most, love, and keep it in place. In a strange fit of power, he spun out a
multi-pronged attack. The spirit
blocked a few of the bolts but was struck in the heart as the remaining bolts
converged. Though not dead yet, the
spirit was struggling to keep afloat.
<Don’t
let it trick you,> thought Nisuna.
The
monster started to torture its prisoners, breaking minor bones and cutting
through skin and clothes. Justin’s
friends’ screams were loud and agonizing.
[Don’t
you hate me?] asked the spirit.
Justin
felt like eating the stupid spirit for what he was doing – first, slow-roast
him while he was still alive, and then cut out his inner organs, piece by
piece. He could feel himself getting
angry and he began to slice towards it in rage. At the last moment, he felt his arm constricted by a light
energy. He looked around at a world
nearly frozen in time, and nobody was holding his hand. Whatever it was, it had saved him from
destroying himself.
<Thank
you.>
Justin
gathered himself together and plunged his sword into the spirit’s collapsing
point at his spiritual center. It
shattered into infinitely small pieces, leaving behind nothing. Justin’s friends began to drop from their
prison, so he swooped down to catch them.
A blinding light came from the skies and Justin felt like was falling,
not flying ….
A
small crater could be seen on the surface of an alien planet. A cold, distant star was high in the sky,
surrounded by two large columns of rigid clouds. Not a single life form could be seen for miles, and the brown
surface was dry and chafed.
“Ugh,
where am I?” asked Justin, getting up from the small impact crater, aching all
over but hardly scratched.
Justin
looked at the body that he was in and nearly fainted when he realized that he
was currently in some female body.
Then, he remembered an old saying – “To be at peace with the world, one
must be at peace with oneself.” He
would have to accept his female side of his spirit, a necessary balance to her
male form and mind.
“It’s
strange out here,” Justin said in a soprano voice. “Hee-hee-hee!” she laughed into the air. The echo took its time to return to the
Asian girl who headed down to the river.
“I guess I’ll be back to normal after a show that I can accept the
attributes of this form.”
She
nearly fell several times because of the different center of balance. The rocks crackled under Justin’s bare feet,
which were calloused from an hour of walking.
“Has
it already been so long?” asked Justin to herself after checking her
watch. “I do not believe this; what am
I supposed to do?” She followed the
river downstream, taking drinks occasionally.
The world was cool and Justin was tired.
Without
any incentive to keep walking, Justin set up camp next to the river, huddling
into a ball to keep herself from freezing to death when the star set. It was
when Justin decided to look up at the stars and try and name some new constellations
that she realized that her wings were still there, hurting when she laid atop
them. Instead, Justin just sat up again
and draped her wings around her body.
<It’s
cold and I’m lonely.>
<It’s
been six days, now, and I’ve had nothing to ingest except water,> thought
Justin. The past day, she had started
to vomit from lack of sustenance. She
came across a small pit and noted that there were strange roots sticking out of
its inner walls. Thinking quickly and
desperately, she first tried to eat them, but they were of no value to her
ailing body, so she instead started to pound them to try and make them
soft. Then, she wrapped them around her
feet, which were in great need of shoes, rubber or root. They turned out to become almost cloth-like
when she worked with them a bit – soft and pliable like cotton, and she began
collecting the readily available roots to make a shirt, which would require her
to pull apart the fibers and put them back together with water.
Justin limped back to the
river, noticing that her body was slowly growing thinner; this seemed good at
first, but she now realized that when her body reached a nice, slim stage,
atrophy could begin. Looking nice was …
nice, but dying from the inside out wasn’t Justin’s idea of fun.
She
was walking during the afternoon when she came across a fish.
“Yippie!”
she cried, clasping her hands together and performing an improv dance that was
far from artful yet not quite as bad as watching a fish stranded on land. Without any second thought, she grabbed the
fish and killed it as painlessly as possible.
While eating the raw flesh, she had an afterthought.
<Is
this what life comes down to?> Of
course, Justin put her own life above the life of the fish, and she wasn’t
about to change her position on that.
It was just a bit depressing that life was death. <Isn’t that in the Aizuna? ‘Life is death, end is beginning, all
dimensions are infinite.’>
Justin
looked at herself in the river after eating the entire fish, except for its
bones and organs other than the meat.
Her bloody hands and mouth disturbed her, so she washed her hands,
knowing that their cleanliness would not mean her innocence. She buried the fish in a small grave and
covered it with rocks. Then, she
continued along her journey, wondering if she had just ingested a fatal virus.
Nightfall
came yet again, the seventh that Justin had witnessed. The sunset never once failed to impress her,
and each day, she’d sit down and watch the sky turn deep colors before shutting
down for the night. Whatever excess fat
she used to have had long since been used up, and one fish a week couldn’t keep
the energy coming in.
“My
body is too frail. My muscles are only
a little stronger than they were when I first arrived here, and I can’t even
fly any more,” remarked Justin as she crashed into the rocks for the
night. <Gwah, it hurts,> she
thought, rubbing her nose.
It
was only on the tenth day, after encountering several more fish and eating all
but one, that Justin came across something special. It was a baby, wrapped in a small square quilt, very bony and
weak.
“Oh!”
cried Justin as she stumbled over to the sleeping form. “You must be starving, poor thing.” Was this what she was supposed to do? Realize her maternal duties even when she
would become a father some day?
Justin’s
female side was composed of his creative and motherly attributes, attributes
that she drew upon often were commonly denied the right to surface – her habit
of hiding and passwording her stories, storing her drawings in obscure
locations, singing only in front of her family, closing her door when playing
her own compositions, and hiding the desire to hold a child. Perhaps it was time that she let herself be
who she was; it was not like dominance of the female side of the spirit
entailed transformation into a woman nor did it mean that Justin would become
female in tastes; on the contrary, when she returned to her normal body, she
would be male forever. The male body
and mind simply was a state of being male in producing children and could not
deny Justin his dreams. Besides, who
was to say that his ‘female’ attributes were not ‘male’ attributes in other
bodies; it was a matter of spiritual sorting.
Justin
decided that while being a girl wasn’t that bad, she really wanted to be
herself again. She took the baby into
her arms and cradled him, whispering, “You’ll be fine, child.”
The
baby’s tear-stained face showed signs of starvation, but Justin had little to
offer. She had no fish with her, and
her body was nowhere near capable of providing milk for the baby. Justin held her head in shame because the
baby would die soon and she would be helpless to aid it.
The
baby awoke with a jolt and began to cry.
He cried through the night, but Justin did not grow impatient. She knew that the baby was going through the
same kind of pain that she was going through.
Instead, she kept humming soft tunes to him that she made up on the spot
using her soul to try and calm him. He
listened for a few brief minutes before continuing to cry.
She
caught a few fish the next day with her bare hands a few rocks. She washed out the meat and gave a small
portion to the baby and ate some the rest herself. The baby kept begging for more, but she knew that until the baby
adjusted to eating, the extra food would either be wasted or make him sick;
plus, food couldn’t be used up in one shot in this desolate world. Discipline was a necessary part of raising a
child. Of course, Justin couldn’t keep
herself completely square in the face of the poor child and she kept a few
pieces of meat tucked away in her pocket for him for later. She fed him a few times that day, giving him
a little more each time. He seemed to
like her, though he still cried a lot.
“Don’t
worry, we’ll be fine,” said Justin as she let the baby cuddle her chest. They mutually warmed each other up, though
the baby’s tears felt like daggers to Justin because they meant suffering. “I love you, child, and maybe that’ll be
enough to get us out.”
“Wawa,”
said the baby.
“What
do you want, little one?” asked Justin, her fingers tangled with the baby’s.
“Wawa
wawa wawawawa.”
Justin
was completely incapable of understanding the baby. It wasn’t soon before the baby started to cry again, and Justin
just got sadder. She had to handle some
unpleasant baby matters, but the work was pretty straightforward because there
were no diapers and no toilet paper, just rock-hole toilets and a constant
water supply.
Justin
could not afford to become impatient because that would be wrong, betraying the
baby. His parents would have to answer
to Justin if she ever found them. The
two traveled, Justin holding the baby in her arms.
“Kuuui?”
asked the baby.
“Hmm?”
“Wawawawa
kuuui.”
Justin
gave a gentle, midrange laugh, a sound that she hadn’t heard for too long. “Can you laugh, Paul?” asked Justin, using
the name she had given to the baby a couple days earlier. Suddenly, she tripped and fell onto the
rocks, managing to keep the baby from touching the floor by rolling into the
river.
“Yaaah!”
yelled Justin as she floated headfirst down the rapid river. “Why didn’t I think of this earlier?”
“Waaaaah! Wawawawa!” yelped the baby in joy. Little water droplets splashed about but it
wasn’t too bad until a relatively large wave washed over the two. The baby began to cry and Justin checked to
make sure that the baby hadn’t inhaled any water. She dried him off with a corner of his quilt, the only remaining
dry cloth.
“Kukuku,”
said Justin.
The
river brought them to a nice plateau many kilometers away from where they
entered, but the quick and easy trip costed a few bumps on the head.
“Owww,”
grumbled Justin.
The
baby went, “Muwuwu wawawa?”
“Yes,
I’m fine,” answered Justin to an imaginary question.
“Wa!” shouted the baby. Justin had five minutes of peace before the baby started to
cry. The girl slapped herself in the
arm for forgetting to go fishing today.
“Wait
here, Paul; I’ll go get some food. Now
stay put, you hear?” Justin shivered
when the wind was made blisteringly bad by the dampness of her clothes. Making sure no one was watching her, she
took off her clothes to laid them where the sun was brightest to let them dry,
going to fish in her boxers and pounded-root undershirt (it provided nice
waterproof insulation). She swiped at
the water, hoping to see a fish fly out.
It took eight swipes to get a midsized fish, which she caught with her
mouth and hands and laid into a root basket.
<Lots of roots, no trees.>
When
she came back to her camp with a basket of fish, she put her dried clothes on
and started the ritual of cleaning out and breaking apart the fish. She sorely missed fruits and vegetables and
wondered whether she and the baby were going to die from a very unbalanced
diet. Raw fish, every day, and Justin
marveled at how foody it tasted every day.
The baby was no longer starving, though it was hungry for a lot of the
time. By now, Justin had realized that
the baby would need almost as much food as she did because it was growing up.
“You
enjoy the fish, OK? I’m going to go and
take a look at our route for tomorrow,” said Justin, not venturing more than
ten meters from the camp in fear that the baby could get hurt or hurt
itself. <You are very attached to
that baby, are you not?> she asked herself.
Night was coming soon and she was forgetting how many days she had been
on the planet.
Justin’s
friends were gathered at a nice feast at Meowy’s castle in Catland, Newagon.
“Where
is Justin?” asked Jessica for the nth time.
“He’s
fine,” said Nisuna, though she had been searching all day and found no trace of
him whatsoever. “He has to face this
task himself. We cannot help him this
time.”
Shennchusko
walked in, dressed as usual (neat jeans and a T-shirt), hands in her pockets.
“I
told him that there’d be a 69% chance that he’d have to fight another battle
because of his instability. I was quite
wrong, you know, and that tarnishes my record.
It was an inevitable event. I
wonder why I couldn’t predict it …,” she said, pulling her hands out to eat.
“He’s
a real person,” said Juliya, hoping that her insight would be helpful.
“Maybe
that makes him unpredictable,” suggested Meowy.
“Meow!”
meowed Meow-Meow.
“Tharrt
warrs rarrndorrm,” commented Shennchusko with her mouth full. Everyone looked at her in surprise. “Oh, sorry!
Excuse me for speaking with my mouth full. Hee-hee-hee!”
Justin
didn’t have much to laugh about. The
baby was sleepy quietly in her lap and she was staring out into space. <What am I supposed to do here?> she
asked herself like she did each night.
When she finally let herself drift off to sleep, the baby climbed onto
her belly and curled up on the soft and warm bed.
When
Justin woke up the next morning, she came across a small bunch of plants. Surprised, she began to run forward, hoping
to find more plants. The trip over a
hill revealed a whole forest that was about five hundred meters across. She spotted a woman on top of a palm tree
and knew at once that that was the spirit that needed to be ‘defeated’ so that
Justin could escape from this dream.
“What
are you doing?” shouted Justin to the woman.
“I’m
trying to jump off this tree!” replied the woman. “Now, please let me be.”
“You
aren’t thinking of suicide, are you?” asked Justin.
“If
you’ve been in this damn desert for a hundred years, you’re bound to want to
just kill yourself.”
Justin
was disappointed in the woman’s response and said, “You want this baby to learn
from you? You want to have him kill
himself after your example before he can even experience the joys of life –
learning and loving?”
“Damn
you, stupid girl. Wait … do you have
wings? Are you an angel?” asked the
woman, terrified and frozen in place.
“Well,
I’m neither an angel nor a girl. I just
happen to look like one at the current point of time.”
The
woman climbed down the tree, deciding to postpone her suicide attempt. Justin noticed that her eyes were faded and
her body was pale, covered in worn out rags that once were a beautiful
robe. Her hair was white from worrying
and her face was wrinkled from depression, a sadness that Justin knew all too
well.
The
woman pointed at the baby and inquired, “Is that your son?”
“No,”
said Justin. “I found him on the river
a few hundred kilometers from here.”
“You
walked that far?! What for, young
lady?” asked the woman.
“To
get out of this place.”
The
woman scoffed, “There isn’t any way out of this place, haven’t you figured that
out yet? This is a prison of the worst
kind. Better to just die now than die
later. Heh, everyone stupid person in
the whole universe is gonna die sometime, anyway. People don’t get better, people only get worse.”
Justin
tried to ignore the woman’s words and shot back, “What about friendship? And happiness?”
“They
all last for only a short time and they’re sooo fake.”
“Got
dumped, eh?” asked Justin.
“A
hundred too many times,” said the woman.
“You going on?”
“I
think I’ll rest here for a bit. The
baby needs some nourishment.”
“You
go on and die or you stay here and die, I couldn’t care less. Actually, I think I know you!”
“Oh?”
questioned Justin.
“Yes,
yes. You are that boy from the real
world, aren’t you? Don’t you realize
that life is so worthless? Look, people
just use you and throw you away just like materials. The world doesn’t need you, it doesn’t need me. If people are smart, they are
depressed. You know you are a
failure. Failures aren’t welcome to
this world, and everyone fails.
Therefore, people aren’t welcome to this world. You know you want to kill yourself – it
takes just one slit of the wrists or the neck,” said the woman, sitting down.
Justin
looked at the woman and absorbed what she had just heard. It reminded her of all of those thoughts
buried in the back of her mind. “I … I
do not agree.” Her voice cracked a bit
and she began to drip tears.
“But
you know you do despite anything you say.
What do you live for?
Knowledge? Why do you need to
know? Pleasure? What value does that have in the end? Money?
That can buy happiness and ignorance.”
“I
guess … I want children of my own,” said Justin.
“But
they’ll die, too. The whole human race
will die out.”
Justin
thought about it and answered, “I am here for a reason.”
“Hah! So God gave you a mission, eh? God doesn’t exist.”
“Whether
He exists or not is irrelevant. I am
here and the spirits are everywhere.
That is reason enough for me to live,” said Justin, wiping her eyes with
her hand.
“Suit
yourself. I’m going to go and try to
kill myself again.”
The
woman headed over to the tree only to be grabbed by the leg by Justin.
“Why,
you -!” exclaimed the woman. Justin
laughed and put the baby down, running away from the woman.
“Don’t
think you can cheer me up,” said the woman solemnly.
“Well,”
said Justin, “I can give you a better reason.
I live because my friends want me to live.”
“How
do you know they care about you?”
“Countless
times, they have backed me up, they have helped me, they have saved me. I owe them at least to live as long as I
can.”
The
woman said, “Maybe you can … help me?”
Justin
picked up the baby and kissed him tenderly on the head. Then, she lifted her wings into the
air. In a flash of light, he was back
to normal, no wings, no female body.
“Yes,
I can help you. I will be your
friend. Try living without
worries. It’s pretty fun, trust
me. Jump in the water and swim, don’t
try to drown yourself. The water will
talk to you if you listen to it.”
The
woman dipped her toe into the water and the water licked it gently.
“Ha!”
laughed the woman, her eyes restoring to a vibrant blue and a light blond hue
spilling all over her hair. She hadn’t
laughed for so long, and it was so heartwarming. “Thank you, whoever you are!”
“You
can call me ‘friend,’” said Justin. He
sat on the edge of the river but the sun was bright so Justin took off his
shirts, happy to be himself again. The
baby jumped around him, apparently not confused about the gender change. “Hey, Paul, you wanna meet your new
babysitter?” He handed the baby to the
woman.
“Aaaahh!”
yelled the woman. “I don’t know how to
handle that baby.”
“Don’t
worry … he’s pretty smart. He can swim,
too. Just hold him and you’ll know what
to do from there,” said Justin.
The
woman held the baby and he laughed on cue.
The woman smiled and the world faded away.
Coda.
Justin appeared just in time
to eat dessert with his imaginary friends at Meowy’s castle.
“Hi!”
he greeted. The woman that appeared
with him bowed and the baby cried, “Wawa!”
“Well,
looks like you made some new friends, huh?” asked Emily.
“Yup,”
verified Justin. He went to get two
more seats – one regular and a high stool.
After he set them next to the table, he sat down and grinned at the
beautiful foods. He ate happily, not
having eating anything but raw fish for the past two weeks.
“You
look tired,” said Jessica. “You OK?”
“Of
course,” said Justin. He scarfed down
his dessert and waited for the others to finish.
“I
guess this is where we say goodbye,” said Jessica. The eight members of Justin’s party were lined up in the
hallway. Earth Justin figured he’d have
to shake their hands.
Sara
eagerly shook Justin’s hand and said, “Good job, kid. ’ you need some lyrics or tunes, call me! I’ll always be home.”
“Thanks. I always admired your voice,” said Justin.
Emily
beamed at Justin and complimented, “You’re one special guy. I’m honored to be your friend. You’ve brought me up from my little years –
remember the little princess in the funny pink dress? Now I’m almost married and I can’t believe that its been so many
years. What’s even more amazing is that
we have so many years still to go!
Enjoy your life, man.”
“You
too.”
Meow-Meow
was next. “Good luck on your years to
come.”
“Thank
you. You’re a good and soft meow-meow.”
Nisuna
wet her lips before saying, “Hey, you’re awesome. I love ya just like I love everyone! Take it for truth cuz I’m a goddess!”
“And
the best one, too! Goodbye, and I offer
great gratitude to my goddess and muse.”
“Cat
food is good,” said Meowy. “Anyway,
have a nice trip home and I hope you have fun.
Don’t forget about us!”
“I
have a stuffed animal to remind me of you forever. Thank you for being here for me.”
Juliya
high-fived Justin, saying, “You have the greatest creative mind that I know
of. Good luck on all your learning and
creative workings! Remember, life is
precious.”
“Thanks;
I’ll remember that.”
“Well,
Justin, it’s been interesting working with myself. I would like to congratulate you for being a real good
partner. See you around,” stated
Catleyan Justin.
“Thank
you. I’ll see you later.”
Finally,
Jessica hugged her brother and said, “I always wanted a really close friend,
and you’ve granted my wish. Thanks,
Bro, for everything you’ve done for me.
I’m happy now. You take care and
be yourself.”
“You’ve
been a great buddy for me, too. Thank
you,” said Justin.
Justin
backed up to the other side of the hall and spoke, “I guess this is it. I … never get to see you guys again.” He choked back tears and glanced around at
everyone.
“Silly,”
said Nisuna. “We’ll always be with you
because we are you! We are the manifestations of various sides
of your personality and your imagination.
You can talk to us at any time, any place. We can always advise you, and we’ll always be your friends. Keep that in your heart. I now send you back to the real world ….”
Justin
woke up and leapt out of bed, realizing that it was ten o’clock on a Sunday
morning.
“Bang,”
said Michael.
“Huh? Oh, good morning,” said Justin. He changed and brushed his teeth. It wasn’t long before he was outside,
looking at the sky. The real world was
just as he had left it.
“Hey,
Justin!” came a cute voice from down the street.
Justin
turned and saw a familiar girl from his Calculus class who had just moved to
Chapel Hill a week ago. She had pretty
short hair that had a single curve that let it poke the middle of her neck and
a small ornament of a dragon that tied a small bundle of hair together in the
back of her head.
“Hey,
I was wondering if I could get your notes for Science class,” said the girl.
“Sure,
I’ll go get them,” said Justin, about-facing to go back to his home.
“You
know, Justin, I’d really appreciate it if I could talk to you while I copied
them … maybe, over at the café downtown?”
Justin
smiled and said, “Of course; I’d love to.”
“Way
to go!” shouted Jessica into Justin’s head.
Justin just gave a small laugh and went to get his stuff.
~ Attacca ~
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