Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cell's Breakout ❯ Missing Links ( Chapter 10 )

Warning!: The rating on this fiction is currently a PG-13 rating, mostly for language. It may, as a result of further foul language and extreme graphic violence in later chapters, be moved up to a R rating. So please, this story is for the mature (preferably ages 15 and up). If you cannot take the contents of this fiction, or if you have any problems with it whatsoever-take it up with me, KASH, the author-not the FF.net staff. Thank you, and have a nice day.

Author's Note: 'ello all you happy peoples! I've finally done it! I've gotten my ass back to work on CB! For now I'm trying to revise through the earlier chapters, adding in new scenes and clue-ins and whatnot. I will be doing them out of order, obviously. I felt as though it'd be easier to tackle the chapters I thought didn't need quite as much work first. ^_~ And now--copyrights! All original characters, or references from any character from Dragon Ball Z are copyright Akira Toriyama. Kitsurubami, and Aramao who appear as "guest stars" for this chapter are copyright their respective owners (who I can't remember at the moment, but it isn't me!). Cyris, Laura, Dora, Sita, and other un-recognizable characters you see in the text are copyright of me, KASH. Take, and die. *holds up her spatula threateningly*

~KASH

The glass shards sparkled in the fading light, gleaming orange and gold, flickering, twirling, falling slowly to the gray, concrete ground.

It was almost like time, for that instant had stopped, as the glass fell around her, flew with her through the still air, shimmering in the sunset glow.

No... I have to RUN!

Toes scrapping the pavement, the rubber from her sole grinding roughly, she forcefully swerved herself around to face the length of the sidewalk, which seemed to stretch on for miles without end. She brought her other foot down, and with a burst of adrenaline, she broke into a mad, scrambling run.

Run run run Run RUN RUN!!

Almost clawing at the air for speed, she hastened her pace, everything passing by in a blur.

Have to get away...Have to get away from everything!

She quickly bent her knee, and sprang off the ground, into the air, soaring high above the streets. Higher and higher she continued to soar, above the stores, dwindling over the buildings and skyscrapers of the congested city.

And suddenly, abruptly, she vanished.

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Slowly the rain streaked down the car window, like veins upon skin of glass, streams of clear blood, flowing along across the dark backdrop of the speeding highway, and the black pitch skyline.

Another bored sigh escaped the child's lips. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably, her back stiff from sitting for so long.

"Aunt Laura..." Cyris whined, turning around to face her aunt. "Are we gonna stop soon? I'm sick of sitting..."

"Yes, yes Cyris," her aunt spoke, still staring out the front window over her steering wheel, driving the car further into the ominous black storm. "There should be a place to stop soon... I think we're almost to Briston..."

Cyris cocked her head slightly, and blinked at her Aunt Laura. "You think? Laura, don't you know where you're going?"

"Hey hey! Who's the one driving here?" Laura retorted, sounding a bit agitated, though her main focus still seemed to be on the densely packed highway.

"You are...?"

"Yeah, so when you're sixteen and you get a driver's license you can judge my driving all you want, right?" she finished snippily, leaning back into her seat.

Cyris sighed. Obviously the many hours they were on the road was beginning to grind on Laura's nerves as well.

Adjusting her seat-belt, the girl reached forward to the dashboard and flicked on the radio. The green luminous lights and lettering flickered on, and the radio cracked, full of static. Cyris was just about to change the station, when some incomprehensible jabber managed to etch it's way through the shattered signal.

"Zzrrt-entirely empty, Phil. All that seems to be a remnant sign of anyone being here would be-zzzzzt-cht-and other loose garments lying all-zrrrcht-streets."

Laura's head jerked, and turned her hazel eyes toward the radio. "Hold on, keep it here..."

Cyris recoiled her hand, and leaned away from the dashboard, into her seat, a somewhat disgruntled look about her.

"Recent sightings report that the creature-zzzkrr-cht-heading southwest, along Routes 47-zrrrrrcht-nearing Sok-zzzzrt."

"Shit, c'mon, say it again!" Laura said nervously, glaring at the radio, then back to the road before her.

"Mar-zzzzrt-tsu, and Makuto Towns are advised to begin evac-zzrrrtt-procedures immediately. I repeat: The cre-zzzrrrtt-chk-ing southwest, along Routes 47, 56, and 93, near Sokatsu Villa. Maroo, Scatsu, and Makuto Towns are advised to evacuate immediately."

Before another word could be spoken, Laura suddenly twisted the steering wheel, and the tiny Saturn swerved and spun wildly through the lanes of heavy traffic.

Cyris let out a shocked cry, and almost as sudden as Laura's stunt, the car had made it to the furthest lane on the other side of the road.

"What the Hell are you doing?!" Cyris hollered, glaring angrily up at her aunt.

"Shit, shit, shit...." Laura chanted under her breath, looming over the steering wheel, pushing her foot down harder on the gas, riding the car up to the bumper of the van in front of them.

Normally with an outburst like that, on Cyris's part, she would've been grounded for a week. But it seemed as though her aunt hadn't fully noticed.

"Aunt Laura?" Cyris said questioningly, lowering her brows.

Then, for a split instant, the corner of Cyris's eye caught the text of a sign as it passed hastily by her window...

Route 56

An ominous, chilling dread crept silently through her veins, her blood running cold, and the hair prickled up on the back of her neck.

"W...we're on Route 56..."

Quickly, with an eerily instinctive sense, Cyris's eyes snapped toward the front window, and suddenly time stopped.

A tall, elongated figure was frozen in place, its length stretching across the windshield. Skinny, covered in a sort of dark green armor, including an odd, sharply pointed headcrest, splotched with spots of black all over its body. Three toed, almost talon-like feet, large green fanned out wings attached to its back, and a long, outstretched tail with a sharp, thin needle at the end. A curved, orange beak in the center of its face, angled into a sinister grin, and cold, cruel, piercing pink eyes, the pupils slit vertically, similar to that of a cat's.

Their maniacal stare sent chills up and down her body, like millions of sharp needles were sticking into her light flesh.

They were so cold...So lifeless...

So hollow... And yet so filled with malice...

And just as abruptly, time reestablished itself, and the creature's green blur flashed past the front window as fast as lightening.

Cyris had only a moment to draw a breath into her lungs, before a tremendous shock wave ripped through the air, sending a roar of wind to crack loudly in her ears, and the tiny Saturn was blasted backward, spinning wildly along the slippery road.

Laura's hands grasped at the steering wheel wildly, jerking it every which-way, attempting to regain control.

She was screaming; Cyris was screaming; the world passed by behind the windows as blotches of color-unrecognizable-swirling and twisting.

Suddenly, there was a harsh bump on the underneath side of the car, and forcefully the Saturn came to a jerky stop.

Cyris was having difficulty getting her breath, her heart rate already past catching up to.

But it wasn't just from the car going out of control-it was that...that thing...

Absolute terror chilled the marrow in her bones, feeling cold all over.

That thing would be coming for them...

"S...s-son of a bitch..." Laura panted. "What the Hell was that?" She jerked up her head, looking frantically around them.

"Hah, these pitiful humans."

Cyris's breath caught in the back of her throat.

What was that...? A voice...inside my head...?

"So easily disoriented, by a feeble blast like that. Ha! It is to laugh."

The car began to lightly shake, the steering wheel vibrating beneath Laura's fingers. Slowly, the woman lowered her eyes down onto her niece in the seat next to her.

Cyris was trembling, almost twitching. Her head was drooped down, hunched forward in the seat. Her hazel eyes were wide, her pupils shrunken down to mere specks. A shaky, cracked breath shook from her throat, her teeth chattering loudly.

"...Cyris? Are you-"

"I shall make light work of them..."

"DRIVE!!" Cyris hollered out, lurching forward as she screamed out her command.

Laura instinctively thrust her foot down onto the gas. A loud screech of rubber, and the old car thrust forward, zooming hurriedly down the road.

Not even five seconds had passed by, before a gigantic oil tanker flipped across their path, spewing gasoline and glass and metal through the air, thundering as it rolled.

Laura swerved the wheel, avoiding the tanker, and the car spun wildly off the road, and nose first into a ditch.

They were stuck.

"Shit! Oh shit!" Laura said frantically, stamping her foot on the gas pedal, causing the engine to whine. "C'mon damn it, c'mon!"

But now Cyris could see... It was playing in front of her eyes...almost like she was there that very moment...

"P-p-please! Don't kill me! I don't wanna die!"

The smile on his curved beak spread further, his eyes thinning. He took another step forward, letting out a squeak.

The trucker stumbled over the unattached bumper of his tanker, and hastily scrambled back to his feet.

Skreeket skreeket

Frantically, the trucker began to flee away, across the debris and wreckage from his vehicle.

Skeeeeket-shrett

In a flash, he'd jumped high into the air, fanning his green wings outward. His tail swerved forward, and, tip aimed, began to race toward its target.

With a stomach-lurching sound, the stinger hit its mark, between the poor man's shoulder blades.

And then the scream-a scream of pure agony-echoed, shattered through her mind-deafening.

Cyris let out a shrill, ear-piercing scream, seemingly loud enough to shatter the glass of the windows around them.

"Hm?" His head snapped up. His pink, slit eyes shot a glance over his shoulder, and were drawn toward a blue Saturn off the road, laying in a ditch.

Cyris continued to scream, louder and louder, her voice becoming horse.

Quickly, Laura clamped her hands over her niece's mouth, cutting off her cries, and forcefully yanked her over into her seat, hugging her against her chest.

"Shh, shh," Laura whispered sternly, but soothingly, her hands still closed tightly over the child's mouth.

Cyris was shivering; short gasps slipped out her lips. Hot tears trickled down her cheeks, and ran over Laura's hands.

His eyes still focused onto the small car, he yanked his long tail out of the clothes and other remnants of his victim, turning fully around.

And slowly, almost cautiously, he began to make his way toward the old blue car. The smirk again came to his lips, his eyes alight with the craving for another kill.

"Hah! Yeeess...soon you will be at my grasp, and become a part of-"

He blinked, and swerved his head to face the sky to the far east.

"...Piccolo..."

He narrowed his cat-like eyes in agitation. "Hmph. Does that idiotic Namek actually think he'll catch me?"

The monster turned, his tail twisting and curling around behind him, with a certain anxiousness.

"Well, he is seeming to do a spiteful job at preoccupying me from my tasks," he sneered. "I suppose my time is done here..."

That being said, he fanned out his green splotched wings, and, with a loud buzz, speedily flew off into the dark, cloudy sky.

Cautiously, Laura released her hold on her frightened niece, putting her hands around her small shoulders.

Cyris drew a deep, shaky breath into her lungs, wiping her tears away from under her eyes.

"Cyris, what happened?" Laura questioned, placing a hand on her green and black streaked hair. "Are you OK hon?"

Cyris's lip quivered. "I saw..."

Quickly the memories of the truck driver came to her. His frantic flee away from the monster that had pursued him, and killed him...

It killed him...

Laura cocked her head slightly. "What did you see?"

"...Nothing," Cyris answered blandly. "It was nothing. I just got creeped out, that's all."

Laura curled her lip, lowering her eyelids. "You're a terrible liar, you know. You got that much from me-I can tell."

Her young niece groaned, a little agitated. "Fuh, Laura. Really, it was noth-"

Again, like when the creature had appeared across the windshield, that weird sense suddenly kicked in. She could sense someone's aura...someone's approaching presence. No, there were two of them, coming from the east...

And they were coming straight this way.

Laura blinked. "Cyris?"

Abruptly, Cyris wrestled out of her aunt's grip, and before Laura could recover her senses enough, the girl kicked open the door across from her, and scrambled out of the car.

With a burst of adrenaline she didn't even realize she had, Cyris hastily ran-half climbing in a few places because it was quite steep-up the hillside. She hoisted herself up and over the guardrail, and went out into the middle of the silent highway, where she stopped.

Panting, she searched the skyline over, almost frantically.

Then, her sharp eyes caught sight of two large, white streaks zooming through the sky overhead-perfectly visible due to the hazy, black sky above them.

She watched them keenly as they flew high overhead her.

Slowly, absently, as she stared at the longer of the two, one simple word slipped past her lips.

"Piccolo...?"

Before she had any time to think about what she'd just said, the two streams of white picked up speed, and in a flash they had disappeared into the horizon.

"Wha... W-wait!!" Cyris called, running after them a few steps. "Come back! We need...help down here..." Her words trailed off, and were swept silently away with the pouring rain.

She stared off into the dark skyline, giving an almost disappointed sigh.

"Cyris Ellena McCoy!!"

Cyris whipped around, and saw her aunt stomping up the hillside, a furious look on her face.

"...Uh-oh.."

Immediately her angry gaze fell upon her young, now completely drenched niece in the middle of the road. "Cyris!! What the Hell are you doing?!"

Cyris blinked at her, cocking her head to the side. "Huh? I...uh..."

What was she doing out here? She hadn't given any thought to why she'd suddenly raced out here-it was just...instinct, maybe?

Heh, it was worth a shot...

"Umn, I, er...I dunno..." Cyris replied meekly, lowering her eyes away from her approaching aunt.

So much for instinct...

Laura, now sopping wet as well, sloshed up to her niece, glowering down at her. "Look at you! You're soaked! C'mon, get back into the car before you get sick!"

With that, Laura turned, and began to trudge back to her tiny car in the ditch, expecting her niece to follow.

Quickly, Cyris took a few steps, but stopped again, and absently looked back at the black horizon.

"...Piccolo..."

"CYRIS!!!"

Cyris jumped in her spot, and scurried off of the highway and back to the car.

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"Damn this stupid rain."

With numb, chilled fingers, Cyris brushed back a few strands of wet green-black hair from her brown eyes. She flexed her fingers some after doing so, her knuckles white.

Though, she shrugged it off, and continued onward on her desolate journey.

Cyris had been traveling for a good four hours now. The Sun had begun set on her while she'd sneaked back into her aunt's apartment to gather some of her things, and by this point had already set long ago.

The sky was almost pure black, the stars hidden from view by the bulbous, dark rain clouds overhead, which poured down more than enough water than what was worth.

Cyris scowled.

"Man, this is taking way too long-traveling on foot," she said grumpily, her sneakers sloshing through the wet grass along the highway, her soles wheezing out water with every step. "Flying would be a heckuva lot easier..."

She stopped for a moment, contemplating on that thought.

"Come to think of it, why aren't I flying?" She looked up to the sky as she asked her question, and was given an answer when a rather large water droplet splashed into her eye.

"Riiiiiight, cuz it's raining," she grumbled, wiping the water away from her eye.

That's the reason she'd stopped, after all. Flying in a heavy rainstorm such as this was no fun-only slowed you down, and it was hard enough to see through it while you were on the ground.

Not to mention that if static built up you'd be a perfect lightening rod...

Cyris growled underneath her breath, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder. "Stupid, damned, bothersome, idiotic, weak rain..."

She blinked. "What am I saying?! Fricken rain!! That's what I'm supposed to say--fricken rain!"

Adjusting the backpack strap on her shoulder, and grumbling further about her strange new vocabulary, Cyris began to stomp her way through the tall, wet grass.

A few strands of wet, clumped hair fell out of place, and into her eyes.

"Damn hair," Cyris growled. She stopped again, and lifted up her head to brush the strands away.

Then, the corner of Cyris's eye caught the text of a sign as she looked up, and she froze, her eyes instantly gluing to it.

Route 56

She continued to stare at the sign, her head cocking slightly to the side. For some reason...that sign seemed distantly familiar...

Suddenly, abruptly, a rush of images flashed in front of her eyes...

A tall, elongated figure was frozen in place, its length stretching across the windshield. Skinny, covered in a sort of dark green armor, including an odd, sharply pointed headcrest, splotched with spots of black all over its body.

Cyris had only a moment to draw a breath into her lungs, before a tremendous shock wave ripped through the air, sending a roar of wind to crack loudly in her ears, and the tiny Saturn was blasted backward, spinning wildly along the slippery road.

She was screaming; Cyris was screaming; the world passed by behind the windows as blotches of color-unrecognizable-swirling and twisting.

Three toed, almost talon-like feet, large green fanned out wings attached to its back, and a long, outstretched tail with a sharp, thin needle at the end. A curved, orange beak in the center of its face, angled into a sinister grin...

Cyris's lip quivered. "I saw..."

Laura cocked her head slightly. "What did you see?"

"...Nothing," Cyris answered blandly. "It was nothing."

...And cold, cruel, piercing pink eyes, the pupils slit vertically, similar to that of a cat's.

Their maniacal stare sent chills up and down her body, like millions of sharp needles were sticking into her light flesh.

Then, her sharp eyes caught sight of two large, white streaks zooming through the sky overhead-perfectly visible due to the hazy, black sky above them.

She watched them keenly as they flew high overhead her.

Slowly, absently, as she stared at the longer of the two, one simple word slipped past her lips.

"Piccolo...?"

They were so cold...So lifeless...

So hollow... And yet so filled with malice...

And as quickly as they had come, the images stopped, and were replaced with black-they disappeared from her memory entirely, only a blank space remaining.

Almost like...the memories were being blocked...

Cyris wavered on her feet, blinking profusely. She brought a hand up to her head, and rested it over her ear.

These images weren't the same as the usual ones-the ones of the boy Gohan and Cell. They seemed to be...from her past....

Before the Cell Games...

Cyris suddenly noticed the rain dripping down above her ceased, a darker silhouette casting over her eyes. She jerkily whipped her head around, going halfway into a fighting stance, when she realized it was only an umbrella looming over her.

"Oh, beg my pardon, miss."

Holding the umbrella in delicate fingers stood a woman. A very tall, thin woman, with light lime green hair, curled up above her ears, a brown hair clip at the side. Her clip matched the dazzling amber-brown color of her heavily lashed eyes, which were warm and welcoming.

Cyris cocked her brow, pulling out of her awkward stance. "Umn...do I know you?"

The woman gave a small, caring smile. "I don't believe so, no."

Cyris furrowed her brows further, absently thinning her lips in curiosity.

The woman chuckled. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to seem rude. I just saw you along the side of the road in this terrible rain, and thought I might give you a lift as far as you need to go."

She thinned her eyes slightly, smiling sweetly. "If you'd like."

"Huh," Cyris said, curling back some of her sopping wet hair behind her ear.

A nice, warm car sounded pretty inviting right about now. Her clothes were soaked through and through, even her heavy jacket she had on was completely drenched.

That and this lady seemed pretty nice. She wasn't sure why, but she also seemed kind of familiar to her... Either way, she doubted a mere human like her could give her any trouble.

"Uh, well, if you don't mind your stuff getting wet, I guess..."

"Well good then," she replied. She turned, and walked back to her black civic that was only a few feet away.

"Uh... Is it just me, or am I attracting way too much attention now adays...?" Cyris commented, scratching the back of her head.

With a sigh, Cyris walked back to the car herself, and hopped into the passenger door.

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"Mmm...good chicken..." Goten mumbled, turning over onto his back. One of his leg went askew, and he absently kicked his sleeping brother square in the jaw.

"Get away llamas!!" Gohan screeched, and sat up with a start, looking around frantically. After he realized he was still only in his bedroom, and not being attacked by rabid llamas, he looked down to his younger sibling who was now sprawled out in his lap.

"Ahhh, I love you chick-ken...n..." Goten said in his sleep, putting his hand in Gohan's face, and grinned broadly. "Hee hee…."

Gohan lowered his eyelids halfway, sighing. Gently, he rolled Goten out of his lap, and back onto his own mat on the floor.

The half-saiyan yawned, lying back into his nice warm sheets. He closed his eyes, ready to drift back into slumber....

When a loud KNOCK KNOCK quickly came to his sensitive ears.

Again he bolted back upright, his eyes wide open. He listened silently, with held breath for the sound to return. But when it didn't return, he only sighed, and laid back down.

KNOCK KNOCK

Gohan's eye cracked open, the corner of his mouth twitching. This time he only dismissed the noise, and rolled over onto his side with an irritable groan.

He was just falling back to sleep, when...

KNOCK KNOCK

A great twitch went up Gohan's spine, and he flung his sheets off of him and clear across the room.

"All right, all right! I'm coming!" he said, fuming, and stomped his way out of the room and downstairs.

"Tsk… I'm beginning to think that no one's going to answer at this rate…" complained one of the two tired, wet police officers waiting outside House 439, East District. She curled back come of her now sopping wet blond hair from in front of her eyes, and gave an agitated sigh.

"Yeah…It seems that way," her partner muttered, lowering his large, box-shaped eyebrows below his yellow-framed tinted glasses. "We've been out here for almost a half an hour in this storm on this blasted doorstep. …Maybe we should give up for now and come back later. We could go get some hot coffee and some of that spicy curry bread…?"

Kitsurubami, the first officer, gave her partner an annoyed glare. "Mr. Amarao! You should try ignoring your stomach and sticking to the assignment! Think about what the chief would say if we ditched our job for curry bread!."

Amarao raised one of his large eyebrows at her absently. "He'd say we should've picked some up for him, too."

Kitsurubami stared at him absently for a moment, her angry expression melting away.

"E…eyebrows…"

"…Huh?"

At that moment, the front door slowly opened. The head of an extremely tired looking seventeen-year-old boy with spiky jet-black hair, large circles under his eyes, and yellow Hamtaro boxers poked out of the small opening. He had a slightly agitated look on his face, and the corner of his mouth was twitching. "H-hullo…?" he said through a yawn, scratching the back of his head.

Kitsurubami straightened, clearing her throat. "Sorry to disturb you so late at night sir… Eh, rather so early in the morning, I suppose," she quickly apologized. "Does Son Gohan live here?"

"Uh....Yeah, he does. I'm Son Gohan."

"Well, we've come to ask you a few questions. May we come in?"

Gohan opened the door wider, and stepped back to allow the two police officers inside out of the pouring rain.

Amarao yanked at the bottom of his sopping wet black jacket and rung out, what seemed like, a cup full of water onto the doormat.

Kitsurubami glared out the corner of her eye at him, but ignored it and looked back to the tired, half-asleep boy. "I am Officer Kitsurubami. This is my partner Mr. Amarao."

"Pleasure," he said, readjusting his bizarre glasses on his nose.

"We're here to ask you a few questions, sir," Kitsurubami continued, pulling a small, folded up piece of paper out of one of her back pockets, and handed it to Gohan. "We just need to know if you've seen or heard anything regarding the whereabouts of this girl within the last twelve hours."

With fumbling fingers, Gohan unfolded the paper, and about dropped it in shock.

The brown, slanted eyes. The green and black streaked hair...

"Cyris..." Gohan said absently.

"Yeah, that's right. Uhh…Cyris McCoy, wasn't it?" Amarao said questioningly, looking to his younger and much prettier fellow. She nodded, and he continued. "She disappeared from her school earlier today, from the Health Clinic. Sightings say that not long after that she was spotted with two acquaintances of hers in Orange Star City, and after some sort of disturbance was seen entering her aunt's apartment only a bit later."

"So…you're saying…that she's run away?" Gohan sputtered, now fully awake at these surprising upbringings.

"Seems that way," Amarao replied, lowering his eyebrows. "There was said to have been a bit of an incident at the school-someone said you were involved. You think you might know anything about where she might be, or any leads?"

Gohan looked up from the creased photo, and stared blankly at him for a couple of seconds. "…Eyebrows."

"Beg your pardon?"

Gohan quickly shook his head. "Uh… Nu-uh, no. Well, she certainly didn't say anything to me about running off anywhere, anyway..."

"Thank you for your time," Kitsurubami said, nodding in return. She turned and opened the door to leave. "Please don't hesitate to notify us if you hear of anything, all right?"

"Oh, and nice boxers, by the way," Amarao commented, giving the tired teen a mischievous smirk, and Kitsurubami stifled a snort before throwing her partner a quick look.

Gohan's cheeks quickly flushed, and with a, "Heh, well....they, uh...aren't mine...Eheh…?", he turned and closed the door.

He stood there for a moment, contemplating on the moment's discussion.

Cyris ran away? But why? Did it have anything to do with what had happened at school? For some reason something didn't feel quite right about all of this.

Especially since Cyris...had mumbled something about saiyans...

Another yawn escaping his lips, and Gohan finally realized how incredibly tired he was. Cracking his neck, he trudged slowly back upstairs.

As soon as the sound of his older brother's footsteps vanished from ear, Goten slowly crept out from around the shelf he'd been hiding behind nearby the front door.

"Cyris...is missing...?"

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Weeeelll…did anyone guess who those two police officers were in that last scene? Didja didja didja? *grins broadly* Those who are fans of FLCL should know! Ehem…but anyhell, there's it for the revised-revised version of Chapter 10! Hope you all enjoyed it. Now, off to edit more of those chapters! *cracks knuckles and sets off to work*

~KASH