Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon Ball XG ❯ Deadly Hyjinx ( Chapter 13 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Toni the Mink 
Finally, the start of the next saga...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.22.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 223 | Status: Work In Progress
Finally, the start of the next saga...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.22.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 223 | Status: Work In Progress
DRAGONBALL XG
ENERJAK SAGA
"Deadly Hijinx"
By: Toni Ferraro
o o o
o o o
Dragonball and all other related indicia are copyrighted (c) Akira Toriyama and/or TOEI Animation
Zurosu, Icalla, Junior, Pants, and "background characters" are owned by (c) Me, Minkgirl. XD
"Dragonball New Beginnings", Akira, Kumo, and Mizu are owned by (c) Kyle Lewin, AKA KyLewin
Enerjak is officially (c) Ken Penders at Archie Comics (ever read "Knuckles the Echidna"? That's where I got inspired for the character)
Zayde and "Arnax" is owned by (c) JoSav
o o o
o o o
What a better way to see off the school year by studying a topic about the ancient ruins of a legendary tribal kingdom!
Nobody in Satan Elementary's 5th grade class seemed to think this one bit. Their teacher, Miss Nozawa, sensed their lack of enthusiasm and decided a week before school let out to take them on a 2-hour trip to the north to the Kingdom of Arnax, an ancient city which a thousand years ago was left in destruction.
"Borrrrring!" a child mumbled as he stepped off the bus and followed his classmates to the entrance of the main building.
"Really!" another boy muttered as he followed his friend, "I mean, if this place died all those years back, what good is it now?"
"Children!" Miss Nozawa shrieked, "Silence! This is a heartfelt story of how a young man saved the world from an evil warlord! Now please, you MUST pay attention, this will all be on the test!"
"Why do we gotta take a test on the last day of school?" Kumo sighed, joining the two boys, "This stinks! All the other classes have parties!"
"Tell me about it," one of the boys responded.
"Hey, Kumo! Remember me?"
The reddish-brown haired quarter-saiyan turned to see a young woman jog towards him, wearing a cap with large purple horns sticking out, and a bright smile on her face. Kumo returned the smile. "Miss Marron!" he chimed, "I didn't know you worked here!"
"I started here about two years ago as a tourist guide," Marron responded, tapping her fake horns, "It's good to see you! I take it your family is well?"
Kumo nodded, as a tall man approached the class, clearing his throat. He too wore a cap that looked as if large purple horns were sticking out of his black spiky hair. "Attention, everyone!" he called, "Please gather around. The tour of the kingdom will be starting soon!"
The class huddled close together. Kumo looked up at Marron to say his goodbyes, when he noticed a longing look on her face. "Marron..." he caught her attention, "Who IS that guy?"
"Oh..!" Marron smiled, "His name's Zayde. He's worked here longer than anyone else here. Funny how he doesn't look real old though..."
"Is he your boyfriend?"
Marron's cheeks went bright red. "Er... no, just my co-worker!" Kumo went to say something else, but the blonde ushered him towards his friends, "Hurry up, your class is leaving without you! Enjoy the field trip!"
Zayde led the class through the wasteland of the ruined city, while explaining its history. The kingdom looked completely destroyed. It was dark, musty, depressing, nothing was in tact, and not a single building was in one piece. "What a dump..." one of Kumo's friends, Chaz, murmured.
"Yeah," groaned the other boy, Uke, "Why don't they just bulldoze the place over and make it something cool like an amusement park or an arcade city?"
Zayde turned and scowled at the boys, "For your information," he sneered, "The official owner of this land has yet to renounce his right over it."
"Who's the rightful owner?" asked a girl.
"Legend has it the prince still has official rule over the kingdom, despite its destruction."
"But it's been a thousand years!" called another boy in the class, "Wouldn't this prince be dead?"
Miss Nozawa squealed, "Ohhh it's so wonderful that you children has a yearning for learning!"
Zayde smiled himself. "I was just getting to that, actually..." he spoke, "One thousand years ago, the Arnax Kingdom ruled peacefully in this small rural city. The monarchy had a group of warlords, one of them being a sorcerer known as Enerjak, the head of the warlords. He was trusted by the royal Arnaxian family, not knowing that he was planning a revolt, until that fateful day, when the traitor usurped the King and Queen, slaying them, and stealing the Arnaxian Staff, a royal artifact of the family's with immense power, to steal the rule of the small kingdom. However, which so much power, he deemed this city unworthy of ruling over, and left it in ashes, his goal set on the entire world...
"There was, however, one thing he overlooked... the Prince of Arnax had survived the attacks, and grabbed a second royal artifact.... a golden canister. Before Enejak could unleash his evil upon the world, the prince had managed to summon the spell that would trap his body in the earth and seal his soul away..." It was at this point Zayde had led the 5th graders to the border of the kingdom, and showing everyone a tall, pointy mountain. "This is Mt. Fate," he continued, "The tomb of Enerjak. Legend has it that his body presided here for centuries, without a soul to inhabit it." He turned and led the children and teacher through the city once more as he continued to speak, "The spell the prince used had given him immortality... but only at the cost of the Keeper of Enerjak's soul. So long as his soul remained in contempt, the prince was doomed to live eternally, watching over it, seeing that his soul would forever remain imprisoned."
"What's so bad about that?" Chaz said, causing Uke to snicker.
"Yeah!" said Uke, "Oooo was then destined to live forever, how TERRIBLE!!!"
Zayde scowled at the boys, "For your information," he sneered, "It was said that living for an unamountable time drove the prince insane, never getting the chance to die peacefully. They say he still wanders the Earth. Because of this, that's why the ruins of Arnax Kingdom have not been removed. Now if you will all kindly follow me into the museum...."
The tall man had led them back to the entrance hall, where the museum was also held. Inside, he brought them to a small pit area behind a velvet rope. Down the pit on a rocky stand sat a small, golden canister with red, blue, and green gems imprinted in it. "This is, according to history, what remains of Enerjak's life force. An entire millennium trapped inside this magical incantainment. As long as Enerjak's soul is imprisoned, the Prince shall continue to live. But with Enerjak's own immortality, the Prince is doomed to live forever, destined to protect the only two remaining artifacts salvaged from the destruction... this golden canister," he motioned upwards to a hole on the wall, covered by a sheet of glass. Inside was a tall, thin, golden rod with more gems encrusted in it, "The Arnaxian Staff. This staff is known to hold immense powers that only the royal bloodline is capable of using. Enerjak saw a way through this, however, and used whatever magic he knew of to convince the staff of royal blood, and thus wasted no time in using it to his own sick advantages, most notably, using it to grant himself immortality. No matter what anyone did to try and stop him, Enerjak could not be injured, much less killed. The only royal bloodline left alive, the prince was forced to use the canister to seal his only doom of imprisonment, at the cost of ever dying."
"Man, this prince dude has issues if he thinks living is such a bad thing..." whispered Chaz.
"Talk about emo!" chortled Uke.
Zayde must have had excellent hearing, and glared at the two boys. "I'd really appreciate it if you three would SHUT UP already!"
Kumo blinked, after hearing "Three". "Hey, I didn't say anything!!!"
"You know what they say about rotten apples..." Zayde turned to the rest of the class, "Thank you for taking the time to learn about this forgotten kingdom. It has been my lifelong work to make history here known."
"What ever happened to this prince?" asked a girl, "You said he lives forever. Does that mean he's still alive? Where is he?"
Zayde smirked. "Who knows?"
The class scattered around the museum to look at other things, such as models of once Arnaxian villagers and bios written on the wall. Only Kumo, Chaz, and Uke hung around on the velvet rope where the canister and staff were being held. "Man!" Kumo groaned, "It seems like every time I hang out with you guys, I get in trouble somehow!"
"Don't blame us!" said Chaz, "You're the one that wanted to be our friend!"
"Yeah Kumo!" muttered Uke, "You don't wanna be lame, d'ya?"
"No of course not!" Kumo turned and stared down at the artifacts. "Hey... do you really think there's someone trapped in that canister?"
The two boys turned around and faced the artifact themselves. "What, are ya kidding??" said Chaz, "There's no soul in that 'cookie jar'! It's just some dumb story that people talk about to get money out of them. Like Santa Claus and Christmas!"
"Santa's not real?!" Uke cried.
Chaz slapped him upside the head, then turned to Kumo. "Hey, wanna see if there really is some guy in that little jar?"
Kumo blinked. "What do you mean? Are you saying we go down and open it up?"
"Like, duh!"
"But someone will see us! And I'm tired of getting into trouble because of you!"
"Okay, fine, look," said Chaz, "Let's just grab it and take it home with us, then no one will see."
"They'll see us down there grabbing it!"
Chaz sneered. "Wassa' matter, Kumo? Too scared?? Chicken!!"
"Yeah!" Uke laughed, and immediately began making chicken noises while flapping his arms.
Kumo waved his arms up and down wildly. "I am not a chicken!!! We just can't because they'll definitely see us!" He pointed to Marron, who was reading a bio about the queen of Arnax to a bunch of girls, and Zayde glancing around himself as if guarding the entire building.
"You're just a wuss... I'll do it!" Chaz jumped up and began climbing over, but Kumo grabbed his shirt and pulled him back. "What??" he shouted, "Killjoy!!! you wanna be cool or not??"
"Just... just let me distract Marron and Zayde at least."
"Okay, fine, hurry up!!"
Kumo raced over to where Marron was standing. The girls were just skipping off, and he tugged her shirt. "Miss Marron?"
"Hi Kumo, what is it?"
Kumo smirked slightly. "Do you like Zayde?"
Marron's smile slightly faded, and her cheeks went red once more. "Well... oh, like it isn't obvious..." She looked up at the man, who continued his cool stance, eyeing Chaz and Uke coldly as they stood there, whistling innocently, then turning his head and scolding some kids poking at a model of a villager. Marron sighed, "He's not always a jerk. He's just really into his job. I heard he was the one that organized the entire attraction here..." She looked down to her feet, "But, he doesn't even know I'm alive, much less like me back..."
Kumo grinned. "Don't give up!" he chimed, "I'll help! Hold on, I'll go get him!" And with that, he turned and raced off to the tall man. "Mr. Zayde! Mr. Zayde!"
Zayde glared down. "What is it, kid?"
The boy pointed to the blonde, "Marron wants to talk to you."
Zayde sighed and looked away, "I don't have the time right now."
"What're ya doin? Looking at people? How busy is that?" Kumo tugged at the man's hand, "C'mon, it'll only take a minute! It's really important! Come on, pretty pretty please??"
Zayde groaned and stepped from his stature, "Fine, fine, I'm going, knock it off..."
Marron was rather surprised to see the tall man walk towards her, and couldn't keep herself from blushing. "Oh... hello, Zayde. How are you?"
"What's this about, Marron? That kid over there said it was important."
'Oh crap!' Marron thought. She was going to have to say something intellectual now. "I.... like your hat!"
Zayde scowled. "THAT'S what you called me over here for??" He turned, but Marron grabbed his shoulder.
"Wait Zayde, don't go!" Marron cried, "Give me a chance to really talk to you for once!"
"I told you, I don't have the time!"
"I know this place means a lot to you, but you seriously need something outside of it!"
"Like what, a girlfriend? I told you before, Marron, there can never be anything between us! I have a crucial duty!"
"Of what?? Looking after some dumb objects??"
Zayde bared his teeth. "You just don't understand!!!"
As they continued to argue, Kumo snuck back to Chaz and Uke. "Okay, they're not looking, go do it already!"
Chaz and Uke smirked. "Ohh no," said Chaz, "This is all you, Kumo buddy!"
"Me?!" Kumo gasped, "Why me??"
"Well, you're right, someone will see Uke or me if we go down. You're the big Budokai winner, they won't see a thing!"
"Yeah man!" chimed Uke, "Come on, go for it!"
"But, uhh--" Kumo stuttered, staring nervously down at the canister.
"Hurry while they're not looking!"
"Come on man, do it!!"
"Dooo it! Dooo it! Dooo it! Dooo it! Dooo it!"
Shaking all over the place, and finally caving into peer pressure, Kumo leaped nimbly over the velvet rope, landed in the small pit, swiped the canister, then jumped right back out... all in a blink of an eye.
"Doo-- HUH?!" Chaz and Uke gawked at the golden canister that Kumo held in his hands, seemingly out of nowhere. "Whoa... that was quick!"
"I've had it! No more! This conversation is over!!!"
The trio snapped their heads over to see Zayde was turning away while still barking at Marron, who looked rather upset. "GAH!" Kumo cried, "He's coming back! What do I do with this?? What do I do, what do I do?!"
Uke twisted around, "Quick, put it in my backpack! Hurry!"
Kumo and Chaz quickly shoved the canister away, then stood shoulder to shoulder to hide that the canister was missing, just as Zayde walked by them. He stopped briefly and glared over at Kumo, who grinned sheepishly along with the other two, then he huffed and continued on. The boys let out a sigh of relief. "That was a close one..."
"Children, school's almost over, hurry, it's time to go so we can be dismissed on time!" Miss Nozawa's voice rung out. The three boys quickly made a beeline towards the exit.
"Good idea... let's get outta here!"
As they walked towards the bus, Kumo constantly checked over his shoulder while sweating bullets. "I don't like this idea..." he muttered, "I don't like this at all..."
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A/N: I apologize, I honest to God apologize... it's hard to promote a "NON-Mary-Sue" fanfic but have to feature fancharacters almost everywhere....
FUN FACT: The names of Kumo's friends, "Chaz and Uke", when put together ("chazuke") is Japanese for "a bowl of rice with hot tea and flavorings poured over it". *hugs her Japanese Dictionary*
ENERJAK SAGA
"Deadly Hijinx"
By: Toni Ferraro
o o o
o o o
Dragonball and all other related indicia are copyrighted (c) Akira Toriyama and/or TOEI Animation
Zurosu, Icalla, Junior, Pants, and "background characters" are owned by (c) Me, Minkgirl. XD
"Dragonball New Beginnings", Akira, Kumo, and Mizu are owned by (c) Kyle Lewin, AKA KyLewin
Enerjak is officially (c) Ken Penders at Archie Comics (ever read "Knuckles the Echidna"? That's where I got inspired for the character)
Zayde and "Arnax" is owned by (c) JoSav
o o o
o o o
What a better way to see off the school year by studying a topic about the ancient ruins of a legendary tribal kingdom!
Nobody in Satan Elementary's 5th grade class seemed to think this one bit. Their teacher, Miss Nozawa, sensed their lack of enthusiasm and decided a week before school let out to take them on a 2-hour trip to the north to the Kingdom of Arnax, an ancient city which a thousand years ago was left in destruction.
"Borrrrring!" a child mumbled as he stepped off the bus and followed his classmates to the entrance of the main building.
"Really!" another boy muttered as he followed his friend, "I mean, if this place died all those years back, what good is it now?"
"Children!" Miss Nozawa shrieked, "Silence! This is a heartfelt story of how a young man saved the world from an evil warlord! Now please, you MUST pay attention, this will all be on the test!"
"Why do we gotta take a test on the last day of school?" Kumo sighed, joining the two boys, "This stinks! All the other classes have parties!"
"Tell me about it," one of the boys responded.
"Hey, Kumo! Remember me?"
The reddish-brown haired quarter-saiyan turned to see a young woman jog towards him, wearing a cap with large purple horns sticking out, and a bright smile on her face. Kumo returned the smile. "Miss Marron!" he chimed, "I didn't know you worked here!"
"I started here about two years ago as a tourist guide," Marron responded, tapping her fake horns, "It's good to see you! I take it your family is well?"
Kumo nodded, as a tall man approached the class, clearing his throat. He too wore a cap that looked as if large purple horns were sticking out of his black spiky hair. "Attention, everyone!" he called, "Please gather around. The tour of the kingdom will be starting soon!"
The class huddled close together. Kumo looked up at Marron to say his goodbyes, when he noticed a longing look on her face. "Marron..." he caught her attention, "Who IS that guy?"
"Oh..!" Marron smiled, "His name's Zayde. He's worked here longer than anyone else here. Funny how he doesn't look real old though..."
"Is he your boyfriend?"
Marron's cheeks went bright red. "Er... no, just my co-worker!" Kumo went to say something else, but the blonde ushered him towards his friends, "Hurry up, your class is leaving without you! Enjoy the field trip!"
Zayde led the class through the wasteland of the ruined city, while explaining its history. The kingdom looked completely destroyed. It was dark, musty, depressing, nothing was in tact, and not a single building was in one piece. "What a dump..." one of Kumo's friends, Chaz, murmured.
"Yeah," groaned the other boy, Uke, "Why don't they just bulldoze the place over and make it something cool like an amusement park or an arcade city?"
Zayde turned and scowled at the boys, "For your information," he sneered, "The official owner of this land has yet to renounce his right over it."
"Who's the rightful owner?" asked a girl.
"Legend has it the prince still has official rule over the kingdom, despite its destruction."
"But it's been a thousand years!" called another boy in the class, "Wouldn't this prince be dead?"
Miss Nozawa squealed, "Ohhh it's so wonderful that you children has a yearning for learning!"
Zayde smiled himself. "I was just getting to that, actually..." he spoke, "One thousand years ago, the Arnax Kingdom ruled peacefully in this small rural city. The monarchy had a group of warlords, one of them being a sorcerer known as Enerjak, the head of the warlords. He was trusted by the royal Arnaxian family, not knowing that he was planning a revolt, until that fateful day, when the traitor usurped the King and Queen, slaying them, and stealing the Arnaxian Staff, a royal artifact of the family's with immense power, to steal the rule of the small kingdom. However, which so much power, he deemed this city unworthy of ruling over, and left it in ashes, his goal set on the entire world...
"There was, however, one thing he overlooked... the Prince of Arnax had survived the attacks, and grabbed a second royal artifact.... a golden canister. Before Enejak could unleash his evil upon the world, the prince had managed to summon the spell that would trap his body in the earth and seal his soul away..." It was at this point Zayde had led the 5th graders to the border of the kingdom, and showing everyone a tall, pointy mountain. "This is Mt. Fate," he continued, "The tomb of Enerjak. Legend has it that his body presided here for centuries, without a soul to inhabit it." He turned and led the children and teacher through the city once more as he continued to speak, "The spell the prince used had given him immortality... but only at the cost of the Keeper of Enerjak's soul. So long as his soul remained in contempt, the prince was doomed to live eternally, watching over it, seeing that his soul would forever remain imprisoned."
"What's so bad about that?" Chaz said, causing Uke to snicker.
"Yeah!" said Uke, "Oooo was then destined to live forever, how TERRIBLE!!!"
Zayde scowled at the boys, "For your information," he sneered, "It was said that living for an unamountable time drove the prince insane, never getting the chance to die peacefully. They say he still wanders the Earth. Because of this, that's why the ruins of Arnax Kingdom have not been removed. Now if you will all kindly follow me into the museum...."
The tall man had led them back to the entrance hall, where the museum was also held. Inside, he brought them to a small pit area behind a velvet rope. Down the pit on a rocky stand sat a small, golden canister with red, blue, and green gems imprinted in it. "This is, according to history, what remains of Enerjak's life force. An entire millennium trapped inside this magical incantainment. As long as Enerjak's soul is imprisoned, the Prince shall continue to live. But with Enerjak's own immortality, the Prince is doomed to live forever, destined to protect the only two remaining artifacts salvaged from the destruction... this golden canister," he motioned upwards to a hole on the wall, covered by a sheet of glass. Inside was a tall, thin, golden rod with more gems encrusted in it, "The Arnaxian Staff. This staff is known to hold immense powers that only the royal bloodline is capable of using. Enerjak saw a way through this, however, and used whatever magic he knew of to convince the staff of royal blood, and thus wasted no time in using it to his own sick advantages, most notably, using it to grant himself immortality. No matter what anyone did to try and stop him, Enerjak could not be injured, much less killed. The only royal bloodline left alive, the prince was forced to use the canister to seal his only doom of imprisonment, at the cost of ever dying."
"Man, this prince dude has issues if he thinks living is such a bad thing..." whispered Chaz.
"Talk about emo!" chortled Uke.
Zayde must have had excellent hearing, and glared at the two boys. "I'd really appreciate it if you three would SHUT UP already!"
Kumo blinked, after hearing "Three". "Hey, I didn't say anything!!!"
"You know what they say about rotten apples..." Zayde turned to the rest of the class, "Thank you for taking the time to learn about this forgotten kingdom. It has been my lifelong work to make history here known."
"What ever happened to this prince?" asked a girl, "You said he lives forever. Does that mean he's still alive? Where is he?"
Zayde smirked. "Who knows?"
The class scattered around the museum to look at other things, such as models of once Arnaxian villagers and bios written on the wall. Only Kumo, Chaz, and Uke hung around on the velvet rope where the canister and staff were being held. "Man!" Kumo groaned, "It seems like every time I hang out with you guys, I get in trouble somehow!"
"Don't blame us!" said Chaz, "You're the one that wanted to be our friend!"
"Yeah Kumo!" muttered Uke, "You don't wanna be lame, d'ya?"
"No of course not!" Kumo turned and stared down at the artifacts. "Hey... do you really think there's someone trapped in that canister?"
The two boys turned around and faced the artifact themselves. "What, are ya kidding??" said Chaz, "There's no soul in that 'cookie jar'! It's just some dumb story that people talk about to get money out of them. Like Santa Claus and Christmas!"
"Santa's not real?!" Uke cried.
Chaz slapped him upside the head, then turned to Kumo. "Hey, wanna see if there really is some guy in that little jar?"
Kumo blinked. "What do you mean? Are you saying we go down and open it up?"
"Like, duh!"
"But someone will see us! And I'm tired of getting into trouble because of you!"
"Okay, fine, look," said Chaz, "Let's just grab it and take it home with us, then no one will see."
"They'll see us down there grabbing it!"
Chaz sneered. "Wassa' matter, Kumo? Too scared?? Chicken!!"
"Yeah!" Uke laughed, and immediately began making chicken noises while flapping his arms.
Kumo waved his arms up and down wildly. "I am not a chicken!!! We just can't because they'll definitely see us!" He pointed to Marron, who was reading a bio about the queen of Arnax to a bunch of girls, and Zayde glancing around himself as if guarding the entire building.
"You're just a wuss... I'll do it!" Chaz jumped up and began climbing over, but Kumo grabbed his shirt and pulled him back. "What??" he shouted, "Killjoy!!! you wanna be cool or not??"
"Just... just let me distract Marron and Zayde at least."
"Okay, fine, hurry up!!"
Kumo raced over to where Marron was standing. The girls were just skipping off, and he tugged her shirt. "Miss Marron?"
"Hi Kumo, what is it?"
Kumo smirked slightly. "Do you like Zayde?"
Marron's smile slightly faded, and her cheeks went red once more. "Well... oh, like it isn't obvious..." She looked up at the man, who continued his cool stance, eyeing Chaz and Uke coldly as they stood there, whistling innocently, then turning his head and scolding some kids poking at a model of a villager. Marron sighed, "He's not always a jerk. He's just really into his job. I heard he was the one that organized the entire attraction here..." She looked down to her feet, "But, he doesn't even know I'm alive, much less like me back..."
Kumo grinned. "Don't give up!" he chimed, "I'll help! Hold on, I'll go get him!" And with that, he turned and raced off to the tall man. "Mr. Zayde! Mr. Zayde!"
Zayde glared down. "What is it, kid?"
The boy pointed to the blonde, "Marron wants to talk to you."
Zayde sighed and looked away, "I don't have the time right now."
"What're ya doin? Looking at people? How busy is that?" Kumo tugged at the man's hand, "C'mon, it'll only take a minute! It's really important! Come on, pretty pretty please??"
Zayde groaned and stepped from his stature, "Fine, fine, I'm going, knock it off..."
Marron was rather surprised to see the tall man walk towards her, and couldn't keep herself from blushing. "Oh... hello, Zayde. How are you?"
"What's this about, Marron? That kid over there said it was important."
'Oh crap!' Marron thought. She was going to have to say something intellectual now. "I.... like your hat!"
Zayde scowled. "THAT'S what you called me over here for??" He turned, but Marron grabbed his shoulder.
"Wait Zayde, don't go!" Marron cried, "Give me a chance to really talk to you for once!"
"I told you, I don't have the time!"
"I know this place means a lot to you, but you seriously need something outside of it!"
"Like what, a girlfriend? I told you before, Marron, there can never be anything between us! I have a crucial duty!"
"Of what?? Looking after some dumb objects??"
Zayde bared his teeth. "You just don't understand!!!"
As they continued to argue, Kumo snuck back to Chaz and Uke. "Okay, they're not looking, go do it already!"
Chaz and Uke smirked. "Ohh no," said Chaz, "This is all you, Kumo buddy!"
"Me?!" Kumo gasped, "Why me??"
"Well, you're right, someone will see Uke or me if we go down. You're the big Budokai winner, they won't see a thing!"
"Yeah man!" chimed Uke, "Come on, go for it!"
"But, uhh--" Kumo stuttered, staring nervously down at the canister.
"Hurry while they're not looking!"
"Come on man, do it!!"
"Dooo it! Dooo it! Dooo it! Dooo it! Dooo it!"
Shaking all over the place, and finally caving into peer pressure, Kumo leaped nimbly over the velvet rope, landed in the small pit, swiped the canister, then jumped right back out... all in a blink of an eye.
"Doo-- HUH?!" Chaz and Uke gawked at the golden canister that Kumo held in his hands, seemingly out of nowhere. "Whoa... that was quick!"
"I've had it! No more! This conversation is over!!!"
The trio snapped their heads over to see Zayde was turning away while still barking at Marron, who looked rather upset. "GAH!" Kumo cried, "He's coming back! What do I do with this?? What do I do, what do I do?!"
Uke twisted around, "Quick, put it in my backpack! Hurry!"
Kumo and Chaz quickly shoved the canister away, then stood shoulder to shoulder to hide that the canister was missing, just as Zayde walked by them. He stopped briefly and glared over at Kumo, who grinned sheepishly along with the other two, then he huffed and continued on. The boys let out a sigh of relief. "That was a close one..."
"Children, school's almost over, hurry, it's time to go so we can be dismissed on time!" Miss Nozawa's voice rung out. The three boys quickly made a beeline towards the exit.
"Good idea... let's get outta here!"
As they walked towards the bus, Kumo constantly checked over his shoulder while sweating bullets. "I don't like this idea..." he muttered, "I don't like this at all..."
ooooooo
ooooooo
A/N: I apologize, I honest to God apologize... it's hard to promote a "NON-Mary-Sue" fanfic but have to feature fancharacters almost everywhere....
FUN FACT: The names of Kumo's friends, "Chaz and Uke", when put together ("chazuke") is Japanese for "a bowl of rice with hot tea and flavorings poured over it". *hugs her Japanese Dictionary*