Tuxedo America - Chapter 7 By: The King of Ducks Chapter 7: When Mercenaries Attack... "So you want me to kill Tuxedo Mask?" "Yes," Bloutite replied as he looked the man before him. The youm... human, he had to remind himself, had an all too smug look on his face. But then again the human had a much better track record than any youma to date. "Now let me get this straight, you offer no money, no supplies, no energy, no magic items, and a difficult job with no compensation whatsoever, and I'm supposed to say yes?" Bloutite began to shout a scathing reply about grades and such when he remembered, the human was not a student. "You could always recieve free tuition into the school where I teach." "Considering the record your school has when it comes to fighting the oppostion I'd be inviting suicide to try that. Listen to me Blowhole..." "BLOUTITE!!!!" "Whatever. Anyways I want you to look at me and what I ahve accomplished without giving up my soul to your dark energies or slavering overlords. You offer me a job and a position within your heirarchy when I could easily replace any of you, including your queen, without anything but my own skills and magic. You offer me something I could take anyways, had I the inclination. Now think about this, a freelance consultant is good when? When he is a freelancer only, that's when. Now getting down to your proposal... this is what I want." The stranger removed a list from subspace. "And this is what I feel I may need." Another list came as the stranger waved and a table and chairs appeared in the darkness. "Sit." Bloutite sat and began looking over the list of wants first. A sweatdrop formed over his head, "Fifty cadavers... a tropical island... a guest spot on Xena?" What the hell is this? The stranger looked over and glanced at the list. "Oh, that's my kids letter to Santa." Gesturing again the man pulled another list from subspace. "Yes, this is it." Bloutite took the list and his eyes got really big and he facefaulted. "How am I supposed to get The Offspring to play at your son's birthday? And where am I supposed to get 1000 cadavers?" "Not my problem. Use your magic to trick the band and loot a few morgues around the country." "And this one about the Emperor's sword?" "Oh that. Don't worry too much about it. That is an alternate payment. You see that is the only sword in the set that I am missing. I have Excalibur, the Masamune, the Sword of Truth..." *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Mamoru sat in the front of the auditorium, all fresh to get his first taste of American politics. In front of him the two candidates, George W. Bush and Al Gore Jr. sat quietly as they waited for their cues to begin. Then the lights slowly dimmed and the announcer started. "Welcome to the first Presidential debate of this election year. Before us two men sit, one of which will go on to lead us for four possibly eight years while the other's life will take a decidely different path. Tonight, at Berkeley University we present Al Gore Jr. and George W. Bush." A large amount of appluase began and Mamoru found himself caught up in it. Soon it passed as the masses quieted to hear the words which would decide their voting choices and futures. "My fellow young Americans, who surely must understand the importance of my task here this evening, as it was when I invented the internet, must realize the importance I place upon you..." Gore began his rhetoric which proceeded to place each student in comatose. (With the exception of Mamoru, who was now understand all the Gore "jokes" on the internet.) "So your plan is working like a charm Killian," Bloutite whispered to his mercenary. "Of course it is. Why drain energy in a place where it will be noticed? Granted it is a bit more difficult to usurp the energy from these natural blackholes... but it works. As we speak energy is being drained from people at golf courses, museums, opera's, and plays." "And what about Tuxedo Mask? You haven't forgotten about him have you Killian," Bloutite asked suddenly concerned. "If he does this good of a job SHE might decide to replace me," Bloutite's thoughts whirred like a zephyr. "Oh yeah. Him. Not too worry. I always carry a piece," Killain lifted his overcaot and revealed two Soviet issue AK-47's (with Armor Peircing Ammo), four .50 caliber pistols, and an anti-tank bazooka. "Not too mention Darkflame here," Killian pointed to the rapier he kept next to his chair. "Seems to me like you could take on a small army with all of that," Bloutite said as he wondered how he managed to get past security. "I have. Now quiet down, I want to hear the speech our masked-man has for us." On;y no speech was given. Instead in the auditorium every student was sleeping soundly, leaving only Gore, Bush, and the two dark forces awake. Then Bush took the podium as sleep found Killian and Bloutite as they also fell to the powers of politics. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- "Man I can't believe I fell asleep in there," Mamoru said as he pointed back to the audtorium. "I was looking forward to hearing them speak, why didn't you tell American politics were this boring?" Kelly looked at demurely, "And what did you think it would be? A three ring circus? Sorry we only have tired old men and no killer samurai lords." "No I guess not, but then again I did see you fall asleep as well." Kelly turned bright red, "Well I umm... well... it was boring!" "Indeed." *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Bloutite stood once more in HER office and for once he wished Killian was here. Instead her divine self (was that it this time?) paced back and forth in front of him with that look on her face. The look that said she'd be glad to rip your guts out foot by foot if you breathed wrong. "Well... what do you have to say for yourself on your failure tonight," she asked with eyes gleaming. "Well we did manage to gather tons of energy without interference my... um.... supreme being." "Hmm... you did do that and remembered my title. However Tuxedo Mask and those other clowns are still at large. Your mercenary, the one you suggested, failed to kill any of them and didn't have the decency to die either. Which meant I had to pay him for that energy. You know what happens I when I lose my money don't you?" Bloutite cringed, he knew quite well what happens. "I take it out of your hide!" With that she let into him with a series of whipsmacks, cracks, and snacks. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Mamoru had just entered his dorm room when the phone rang and one of his roommates picked it up. A few startled sounds and incredulous remarks where spoken before Mamoru heard Josh scream: "Speak English damn you!" Mamoru facefaulted. "Oh, I see. Please next time she calls please make sure you are there to take the phone. There are three of us in this room and only one of us speaks Japanese," Josh said as his voice calmed. Then Josh put his hand over the phone and screamed to Mamoru, "Hey loverboy, it's that chick with the wierd hair. You know, whatshername, Osabey or whatever." Mamoru sprinted into the room and fixed Josh with a glare that spoke volumes about an upcoming conversation. Josh tossed Mamoru the phone, turned, and ran out the door. Mamoru just sweatdropped as the claking of keys in the background proved Ryan was oblivious to this whole tirade. It wasn't till after Mamoru set down the reciever that he realized the clacking of computer keys had actually stopped. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- "Foolish human," thought Killian as he drained the last of Ryan's energy and prepared to teleport out. As Killian summoned up the rest of his energy he felt it, the call of a powerful warrior, the one he was contracted to kill. Tuxedo Mask. Killian stepped followed the call and headed towards the phone room. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Mamoru felt it at that same time too, a sinister energy coming closer. A powerful fighter which could wreak havoc on all mankind given a chance and for once he wasn't thinking Rush Limbaugh either. Mamoru, knowing what was going to happen, instantly transformed inot Tuxedo Mask and waited on the windowsill. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Killian entered the room and looked around, cape-boy was no where to be found. "Where is the bastard?" Killian growled out the question. "Looking for me vile fiend?" Quiered a voice from the heavens, (actually from the window.) Killian turned and saw a shillouette from outside the curtain. "Why yes I was pansy. And now you can die," Killian charged forward on the word and jumped towards Tuxedo Mask. Only Tuxedo Mask wasn't there anymore, instead he had jumped straight up to land on the roof of the dorms. "Computers are tools which are meant to be used to increase the knowledge in the world, not to be used for evil. They are the tools which young, unattractive people can meet people without the pain of judgement based on physical appearance and besides it is also the beat place to get pornography. Ahem. For perverting the use of a computer, I, Tuxedo Mask, will punish you!" "Fuck off." Killian replied as he drew out a the hand and a half sowrd which hung on his hip. Killian jumped up, and reached the roof with Tuxedo Mask. "Prepare to die cape-boy." *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Author's notes: Yeah I know. I'm a prick for ending it like this but I like two part villians, besides I think it'll bew interesting to see what the next author does with the fight scene and Setsuna's revelations. Till then... baibai! King of Ducks