Fan Fiction / Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Yamato Gun IV ❯ Yamato Gun IV: Fallen Omake ( Chapter 12 )

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A lone figure walks out from nowhere, and--um...figure? Walk out... moshi moshi?

Ahem.

"Wha? Oh, ri-right, right. I'm coming... I-I'm coming..."

The speaker walks out from nowhere, and turns to face the reader. "What the hell...?" She asks of the sudden crashing sound. "You kick someone through a window, Mako?" She looks at wherever she came from.

"Not me, Ami." Makoto replies. "Fourth wall, probably."

"...Yeah, probably." Ami turns again to the reader. "You'll forgive my inability to concentrate, we all had a wake-and-bake afterparty that ended about fifteen minutes ago, and nobody told us we were going to do an omake section. Blah..." After shaking her head, as if to get the cobwebs out, she continues on. "Anyways, to the serious stuff before we get to the outtakes. This first section is a rewrite of chapter 5's Tourniquet, up to the time I fall asleep. I guess the writer wasn't happy with the first version, but why he didn't replace that one with this is anyone's guess."

Because he wrote this after I finished Fallen, and the sudden style switch would stick out like a bangaa in a field of bengalaas. "Oh." Ami said flatly. "Whatever, let's get this omake on the road."

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Fine Again

I watch the wall clock shift to read 12:30 AM, as I sit on the bed in this unfamiliar room and contemplate the path my life has taken in the last week.

My best friend, and fellow warrior, has fallen to an alien disease brought on by a piece of technology made in one dimension and contracted via a copy of myself from another. The second me is now in the brig, but can't- or won't- tell anyone why she would do such a thing. In bringing her in, I almost ended her life. And now, I'm starting to contemplate ending mine. In a sense, we are our own worst enemies. My demise, or that of any one of my closest friends, can come from ourselves, or at least a convincing replica.

I want to lash out at something, but a part of my mind keeps stopping me by asking At what? Nothing I can access right now will help, as I'm not allowed out of my quarters until dawn. No, it's just 0600 hours, I remind myself. There's no sunrise in space, especially when you're 42,000 light- years from home.

But... There is an alternative, in the other direction. Instead of taking out agression at something physically, I can dissipate agression mentally without physically expending any energy. My mind can't keep the image of Makoto, on the hospital bed, without a care, despite everything going on around her... I need that right now. I need to feel as if everything is alright, that everything will be okay, even if it does shield the truth from my eyes temporarily. I want to know what being stoned is like. But still, the rational part of me holds back, reminding me that it is illegal, and nobody who knows me in their right mind would understand or approve of it.

A large pang of sadness suddenly hits me, as I realize I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place (A stone? some cynical part of my mind puns). If I don't, I have no reprieve from these events, and the emotions that go with it. If I do, nobody will understand my reasons, and, paranoid as it may sound, I'm worried I may end up ostracized because of it.

But I can't just sit here and drive myself crazy wondering what if, can I? What good will that serve? I know that if I don't start feeling better soon, I'll end up without sleep for the rest of the night, and then how productive will I be tomorrow?

I can't stand it any longer. Either I fall asleep somewhere around the ozone layer (if this was still Earth), get a good night's sleep and feel better about myself in the morning, or be a worried, sleep-deprived wreck. To hell with legality. To hell with acceptance.

Standing, I walk over to the glowing indent in the wall that is the replicator, mentally going over a list of components I'll need. "I would like... a Sherlock Holmes-style pipe, filled with one point five grams of the strongest strain of marijuana in your database... with a stand," I add as I realize I'll probably need to set it down at some point, "...A torch lighter... A glass of ginger ale..." Anything else? "And an incense burner with a couple of sticks of incense, please."

The computer makes a blip with a sour note, a sound I assume means some sort of error. "The materials you requested are too large to fit in the replicator window at once."

"Alright then... hmm... start with the incense burner, sticks and lighter, and then replicate the rest. Will that work?"

"Affirmative."

The computer replies as the incense and burner, and pyrotechnic device appear. I pick them up and walk over to the bed again, putting the stand on the bedside table and placing a stick in it. I flip open the torch lighter, press the button, and hold it to the top of the stick. It catches and burns, and I take the lighter away and set it down beside the holder. After a few seconds, I blow out the small flame, and the tip glows and starts to smoke. A faint buzzing noise reaches my ears and I turn to the replicator window in time to see the rest of the materials I requested materializing.

I go and pick them up, then replace myself on the bed where I was. I set the stand down on the table and examine the contents of the pipe, the beautiful colour green that it is...

My hands start to shake as the green reminds me of Makoto, and how it's her elemental, not to mention favorite, colour. Another pang of sadness tears at me, almost bringing me to tears. I have the treatment, right here, in my hands.

One last time, my moral side pleads with the rest of me to throw the pipe away, to rethink my situation, but it's too late. If I've come this far, I won't stop here.

Taking a deep breath, I pick up the lighter again. I put the mouthpiece in my mouth, and suddenly a mental picture of me as Sherlick Holmes, one that looks almost like a deformed caricature, manifests itself in my mind's eye... as one last-ditch effort to stop me by my moral side, Makoto appears in the same mental picture as Watson, and in a thick british accent, asks "Ami... why would you do such a thing?"

"Elementary, my dear Mako." I reply, raising the pipe in the air as a toast, only half-realizing that I'm speaking out loud. "To join you."

I press the button on the lighter and hold the invisible flame to the bowl of the pipe before the hallucination Mako can reply, and inhale sharply. Instantly a searing heat and irritation hits my throat, and I quickly take the pipe away, coughing, and put it back on its stand.

Thirty seconds pass, and the coughing fit dies down enough for me to take a large drink of the ginger ale, trying desperately to quell the blaze. It works, a little, but I'm still coughing every so often. This is the best it's going to get without waiting about a half an hour... My mind conjectures. I take the pipe again, and with a deep breath put the mouthpiece in my mouth. The second hit produces the same result. I end up in another severe coughing fit, but it doesn't last as long, and I get it under control a little easier.

As I'm in the middle of drinking the ginger ale this time, however, I notice something. An odd feeling has started to creep into my perception. Is it the feeling of being high? It's too faint to tell now.

I take hit after hit, each making me cough, but each diminishing in length and severity. And all the while, this strange feeling gets stronger and stronger... I must be high now. The bowl is nothing but ash, and I'm finding it increasingly hard to concentrate, even though it's been 5 or 6 minutes since I took the last hit. Of course, I realize, the transfer of chemical is going to take a while. I'm probably feeling two or three hits before the last now... my eyes go wide. So I'm going to end up two or three hits' worth higher. Every time I seem to hit a plateau, I wonder if I'm going to stop ascending, and every time as if in response I keep going. My muscles don't want to act. My brain is in overdrive, turning my mind's eye into a strobelike series of images. This must be what Shinji has to put up with on Neon Genesis Evangelion. I think to myself. Poor shinji... I'd go insane, seeing this all the time. Just when I'm stoned would barely be enough to handle...

The thought isn't completely, well, thought yet before I realize its meaning. When I'm stoned... It assumes that I'll continue on, and that this isn't just some one-time thing. Well, why not? In for a penny, in for a dollar, as Minako would say? And to my moral sense's chagrin, I agree with the not-quite-controlled thought. Although in for a pound would fit better. My mind puns, making me laugh out loud. God, I haven't felt this carefree in ages.

In a decidedly rhetorical tone, my mind asks me Isn't that what you wanted?

Yes, I reply. Mission accomplished.

The pipe is on its stand, the lighter beside it, the incense has burned itself out, and the ginger ale is empty. Nothing to take care of, then... I blink, and then realize how dehydrated my eyes feel. I walk, unsteadily, to the replicator again. "Computer, is there any StarCraft eq- equivalent of Visine in your databasss...e?" I attempt to ask.

The computer, apparently, can understand Stoned, and replies "Affirmative. It is known as the White formula, named after Jack White, its creator."

"Thank you. Rep-replicator, I'd like a hypospray of, um..." Come on, brain, think, you only heard the name five seconds ago, you couldn't have forgotten it already... damn it, it's gone. "...of whatever the com- computer said. Please."

A hypospray appears, and I pick it up. Pointing it at my left eye, I try not to blink as I press the trigger. The spray instantly makes my eye feel better. After the right eye clears, I blink a few times, then sigh contentedly. Everything's fine again.

A tidal wave of tiredness hits me without warning and I let out a huge yawn. I look at the clock, one last time. 12:42. 12 minutes since this began. Not the longest time to change one's outlook on life, is it?

I walk back to the bed, put the hypospray on the table where I could find room, lift up the covers and slide into the bed, and then let myself fall back from a sitting position, not realizing that it will trigger a headrush. It hits me, and keeps going, and soon most if not all thought leaves me as the headrush spreads and consumes my entire conciousness for a few seconds. I shudder involuntarily, and my breath catches in my throat. When it leaves me, the first coherent thought I can make is What... the hell... was that?

Despite being the biggest single shock to the system I may have ever had, it felt really good at the same time. I'm going to have to think hard one day about how to describe it.

Assuming I remember, as my eyes close of their own accord and I start to drift off. I'll remember. I think. I'll end up doing that again some time... maybe for field research as to how to describe it. I add with a small smirk, all the physical activity I can muster, and then before I know it I'm asleep.

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This time, Makoto walks out from seemingly nowhere, and is on cue this time... "I read that!" Ami says from outside the margins of the fic, and she can shout at the narrator until she's hoarse for all he cares.

"Right..." Makoto says, and don't ask, please. "Not asking, then. Moving on, we've got... what do we have..." Makoto looks down the page to remind herself of what's next. "...Oh yeah, right. We have another chapter of Fallen. This one is an epilogue chapter, one that Theories fans are going to think very familiar... It's called Soulfire, named for a song by 12 Stones. The lead singer of the band, Paul McCoy, appeared with Evanescence in Bring Me to Life. Enjoy!"

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Epilogue: Soulfire

"You set my soul on fire, you take me so much higher, higher
again...thank you for it all..."

"When'd you wake up?" I ask Mako as she starts packing a bowl for the both of us at her apartment.

"I think it was when the Hyperion crashed. I remember coming out of the Imaginary world, when I could read my Dali'd watch..."

"'Dali'd'? What do you mean?"

"You know The Persistence of Memory, by Salvidor Dali? Melting clocks and all that?" I nod yes. "Like that, solid, but looking like it's dripping down my wrist."

"Ah."

"So I finally figure the time out to be about 10:00, then everything fades to black, and I wake up, maybe 9:30, freezing, with a big gash in the side of the hull. Missed my head by this much." Mako stops what she's doing and holds her hands apart about half a foot.

"Ooh." I say, wincing.

"Yeah. Anyway, I get outside to get my bearings, suppose we're on Braxis because of all the snow, and see that other ship in the distance. Who was that, anyway?"

"That was the Caesar, captained by the late Emperor Arcturus Mengsk, mastermind of this twisted little plot."

"Really... Anyway, I put two and two together, figured it shot Hyperion II down, and decided to exact my revenge with some Jupiter Thunder."

"But nobody told you of the upgrades."

"Exactly, and suddenly I've got this sword that looks like it belonged to Thor, so one part of me's trying to figure out what attack to call while the other's wondering why I've got this thing. Something to do with the eye colouring, I imagine."

"Yeah. They're related, but nobody seems to know what's causing it. All we know is it has something to do with being in the StarCraft universe."

"Right. What's with the voice thing, too?"

"Same nous ne saions quoi-- if I translated that correctly-- kind of deal."

"Oh, for--" She doesn't bother finishing the second half of that sentence. "So who's starting off this Sherlock?"

"Whoever. You want to?"

"Nah, I'm full of THC myself. You go ahead." She hands me the pipe.

"Alright, thanks." I say, taking the pipe, grabbing the lighter from her coffee table, and sparking the bowl.

In the middle of hitting the thing something clicks in Mako's mind. "How'd you get started, if you didn't end up in the vegetable patch like me?"

I hold up a hand to pantomime 'wait'. "Right. Sorry."

I pass her the pipe, inhaling a second time. She takes it, relights the bowl, and takes a hit herself. She starts coughing after about five seconds, and I try not to laugh as she nearly hacks up a lung. "Jees, that's rough stuff-" She's able to get out before starting up another coughing fit.

She downs about a quarter of her bottle of ginger ale and is able to quell her coughing before I exhale. "How come you're not coughing?"

"I don't have virgin lungs like you?" I suggest.

"True."

"Yeah, as to your original question. It was about five hours before you came and saved me. I couldn't sleep, all this curiosity about weed circlinig my brain like a cloud of smoke, and so I replicate myself some to get rid of it."

"Doesn't seem like you."

"I wasn't me. Like I said to Rei at the time..." I almost trail off as I start my ascent, but stop myself from forgetting what I was talking about. "...uh, 'Being myself hurt too much'."

"...I don't follow."

"Oh, right, you don't know why you had to save me in the first place..." Something clicks in my brain. "Why'd you have to ask how I got started? I told you, when we met up in the Imaginary universe."

"Yeah, well...I remember very little about that time. You have to understand that whether I felt or not I was stoned out of my mind, and anyway everything was like a dream to me. So I forgot pretty much everything you told me."

"Ah...what was the question?" I ask, as concentrating on her answer made me forget the original query.

"God, you're wrecked already. You were explaining why you attempted to kill yourself."

"Oh, right...right." I repeat, my tone turning more dark. "I ended up posessed by the Confusion card at some point between the time I replicated that bowl and the time I..." I trail off, not wanting to complete that sentence, instead waving a hand in the air as if to say 'you know the rest'. "It made me feel so guilty for letting you get attacked... it rationalized that by making me think it was because I was late getting to your place."

"And still being stoned, you were in no condition to argue."

I sigh heavily. "Yeah."

Mako notices my sudden lapse into depression and decides to change the subject. "Hey, shoot, we forgot the rest of this bowl."

"Oh yeah!" I reply, the last minute completely forgotten.

Mako picks up the pipe from where she put it down on the coffee table. "Your hit."

I spark the bowl again, take another hit, and pass the pipe to Makoto. While she's taking a hit, I attempt to speak while inhaling and say "Normal air helps."

She gives me the thumbs-up as she finishes hitting the pipe, inhaling again afterwards and lasting about fifteen seconds this time before coughing up her other lung. I lose my hit laughing at the cartoonish mental picture of that, a la the Itchy and Scratchy cartoons on The Simpsons. She follows suit, and for a good thirty seconds we kill ourselves laughing.

"Hee hee hmm hmm hmm hmm... hmm... what was I laughing at?" Mako asks me.

"Uh... er... damn, I know this." I think hard for a little bit. "Not sure. I think I started laughing, and not to be outdone you started."

"Oh." Five seconds pass. "What were you laughing at, then?"

"Ooh. Um. I know this one too." Mako chortles at this. "Oh, right. I imagined what you would look like coughing up a lung as if you were in the Itchy and Scratchy cartoons on The Simpsons."

Mako looks at me like I've grown a second head. "Riiight."

"Right what?" I ask, as the last minute gets wiped from my memory. Stupid mental power outage.

"Um...Sorry. Just lost it."

"You've lost it, alright."

"Oh, thanks." She replies. "Like you're any different."

"I don't think anyone's all there, for that matter."

"True, true."

Um... what were we talking about?

We lapse into a stoned silence for a while, just sort of basking in the feeling of being high. Kinda reminds me of the Imaginary universe and its long pauses in the conversations Mako and I had. "That explains it."

"Explains what?" Mako asks confusedly.

"Why there were so many lapses in the conversations you and I had in the Imaginary universe."

Mako blinks. "What?"

Oh, right. She can't remember much of that. "Sorry. You and I had one or two conversations where there'd be a break in the talking for about thirty seconds or so. Like just now."

"Oh."

Another long silence passes. "Just like that."

"Mmm." About five seconds pass. "Pizza."

For whatever reason, this is uproariously funny. "Wha-ha-hat?" I manage to get out as we commit suicide through laughter once again.

"I don't kno-ho-ho hee hee hee ha ha... sounded fitting at the time-- " Mako finds this so funny now that she can't even laugh, her face frozen in a huge grin, and she ends up on her side on the free cushion of the couch.

A good three minutes pass before either of us can stop laughing. "What was so funny?" Mako asks from her resting spot on her side.

"Something random." I say, trying hard to remember the origin of our laughing fit.

Something cartoony pops up in my mind, half-hidden by the fog around my concious thought. "A cartoon of some sort. I think."

Mako snorts at that. "What?" I ask.

"I'm just thinking that this must be what Wil E. Coyote feels like when an anvil is dropped on him." She says, getting up and resting her head on the back of her couch.

"So we're not just stoned, we're anviled?"

"I guess." Mako says, and from the tone of her voice I can tell she's trying her hardest not to laugh again.

This reminds me of the clone Senshi. "That must be it."

"Must be what?"

"Hmm? Oh, how 'Anviled' got coined."

"Oh."

Another long silence. This sends my brain down the Imaginary road, and I start humming it. "What song is that?" Mako asks.

"Imaginary, by Evanescence."

"Ah." another five seconds pass. "Why'd you start humming it?"

"The long silence. Reminded me of the Imaginary universe."

"And how do we know it's called that?"

"Shall I list it alphabetically or just throw it out there? Uh, 1, it matches the song, and 2, we both started saying it and it fit."

Mako blinks in confusion. "Matches the song?"

I sing the chorus. "'In my field of paper flowers, and candy clouds of lullaby...I lie inside myself for hours, and watch my purple sky fly over me...'"

"That makes even less sense."

"Yeah, and this is going to fry your brain even further. The whole mess is based on the album."

"It's what?"

"Yeah. In order, to boot, save for Bring Me to Life."

"You'd think that'd be the most logical one. Being the biggest single."

"Yeah, that and the one to describe the general plot."

"That too."

"So how'd my getting permastoned equate?"

"Pretty well." I sing the chorus from Everybody's fool. "'Never was and never will be, you don't know how you've betrayed me, and somehow you've got everybody fooled...' Kind of like the thing with Ami Two."

"Pretty close." Three seconds pass before she starts laughing again.

"What?" I say, wondering what set her off this time.

"Sorry. I'm just thinking about Ami Two's reaction when she realized I wasn't her Mako, and again when I told her that just because I returned the kiss doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it."

"What reaction was that?"

"She blushed so hard I was worried she'd pass out."

"That makes sense. I'd do the same thing if I was her."

"You are her."

"I'd like to remind you that attempting to kill you, or at the very least incapacitate you for two weeks, is the very, very last thing I'd do."

"Yeah. Wonder why it was one of the first things she did."

"Dunno. Raynor said he had a lead on that, but I haven't heard from him about it since."

"Mmm." Something else clicks in her mind. "I wonder how close to their universe we are."

"I'd imagine pretty close, besides the obvious evillity of the other universe." A small part of my mind reminds me that it was my clone that kissed her, and had feelings for her in the first place, and wonders idly if that's the road her mind's going down also.

Her raised eyebrow and mischevious grin speaks volumes. "Spiritual link or not, I can hear that thought from here." I say as I lean in to kiss her.

She returns the kiss with equal passion, and soon our tongues are wrestling for dominance. Unconciously, I slip my arms around her neck, and she does so around my waist. A good minute passes before we break for air. "W...wow." I manage breathlessly, our foreheads resting against each other.

"Yeah." She returns, and takes my hand, getting up.

"Where are we going?"

"On the off chance this goes any further, we're going to need a little more room than this little couch."

The effect of the words hit me and I blush slightly. "Ah."

"Just like the other Ami, you are." She says as I get up.

"Oh, be quiet, you." I kiss her again, one hand going around her waist and the other around her neck, and I'm surprised by the force I crush her to me with.

Another minute passes before we break again. "You know, that's probably the most fun I've had shutting up."

"Keep it up and we won't even make it to the bed."

"Mmm, probably not. Better get going then."

We walk to her bedroom, hand in hand, partly out of love and partly to keep each other's balance. When we get there, I turn around and flop down on her bed. "I never thought walking could be so tiring." I say, staring at the ceiling. Or I would be, if my eyes weren't closed.

"We're too stoned to bother moving, remember?" She replies.

"Actually, I don't remember. I'm stoned..." As a second double- entendre, I add "...Remember?"

"I'll 'stoned' you, you--" she starts as she half-pounces on top of me, startling the bejesus out of me.

"Darn it, I was this close to the secret to happiness, I'll have you know!" I joke as my semi-trance is broken.

"We found it, remember? It's green and orange and smokable."

I stare up at her, noticing how red her eyes are. "You may have a point."

"Thank you." Makoto's voice takes on the eloquent air of an announcer. "We now return you to our regularly scheduled love scene."

We kiss again. We find each other's hands, and Mako pins them above my head. This continues for, oh, 10 minutes or so, both of us content to just lie there and kiss the living hell out of each other. that is, until my hands slip out of hers and of their own accord cup her breasts through her blouse. She lets out a small "mmm..." at that, and returns the favour, which produced a far more severe response from me. I involuntarily tilt my head back so far I end up breaking the kiss, and my eyes roll back in my head, only to discover this temporarily makes me go up about fifty times higher than I was. I attempt to curl myself into a ball, the sudden jettison into the exosphere too much for me. Which doesn't work very well with Makoto on top of me. After a good fifteen seconds I finally relax again. "What the heck was that? Did you have an orgasm?"

"I-I don't know." I say, my mind still shattered, my eyelids barely able to stay above slits. "I think if your head's tilted up like that, and your eyes are back in your head, you go way up for a little while..."

"Weird. Seemed like you enjoyed it, though."

"Hell yeah." I breathe. "Sorry for that little interruption." I reply with a smirk as I kiss Mako again.

Some time later, we simultaneously go for each other's blouses. When I'm done unbottoning hers she tilts her arms back so I can take it off, but I stop when the sleeves are just above the elbows, effectively immobilizing her. "Hey, that's not fair!" She says.

"All's fair in love and war." I quote as I move to her neck.

She sighs at this attention. "Mmm...I guess I can let it slide..."

"I thought so."

I didn't notice it, but I let go of the blouse at some point and she wriggled free of it. "A-ha!" She says triumphantly as she traps both my arms in one of hers.

I'm going to pay for that one. I think. Another part of my brain thinks If this is me paying her...I'd sure like to see her paying me.

Her free hand undoes the front clasp of my bra and slides the cups off my breasts, then, still keeping my arms immobilized (I never realized how long her arms are before this), moves down and takes a nipple in her mouth.

This prompts another head-jerk back, and another skyrocket. "You're a bit prone to those, aren't you?" She asks me before continuing on.

"I...I guess so..." My mind hasn't even recovered from the first one, let alone the second. I'm surprised I can still speak.

Mako moves to my other breast, prompting pretty much the same response, but she doesn't stop to say anything this time, so I end up with what seems like a large current passing through me. Fitting metaphor, Some still-coherent faction of my brain observes, considering the person that's doing this to me.

She keeps up this delightful torture for a little while longer before asking "Now, are you going to be good?"

I'm so incoherent at this point, my brain swimming in adrenaline and endorphins and THC and god knows how many hormones, that I can only nod. "Good." She lets my arms go, and they end up limp to either side, hanging off the side of the bed.

Mako leaves a trail of kisses down my stomach, only stopping to tease my navel with her tongue, and again once she gets to the top edge of my skirt. She pulls down both skirt and panties, and I blush at the thought of what I'm about to go through.

She runs her hands up the insides of my legs, and this alone sends a spike of pleasure through me. I spread my legs in anticipation. Halfway up my thighs she slows to a quarter of her pace, making me moan in impatience. Especially since I'm stoned. After what seems like four point two eternities, she finally reaches her destination, prompting my fourth journet into orbit. I moan aloud as my back arches farther than I thought I could go, and another fifteen seconds pass before I come back down somewhat.

If I thought the other bit was a large current, now feels more like a lightning bolt froze as soon as it hit me. Mako's relentless at attacking my clit, suckling it while rolling it around with her tongue. Kami, I feel like I'm about to explode.

And then she takes the "'m about to" away from that sentence when she slips two fingers into me and curls them upwards, producing an almost immediate climax and another head-jerk ultrastonage to boot. So I'm completely wiped out when I come back down, idly reminding myself of the Blair Witch symbol because of the position I'm in. "Man, did it look like you had fun."

I'm physically unable to reply. I can't even so much as nod. My conciousness has been shattered into four hundred and twenty billion pieces. Wait...two hundred and ten billion... I'm starting to come together. Good. I manage a "Mmm."

She moves back up and brings me into a kiss that allows me enough of a rest to piece my mind back together. When it does my strength returns with it, and I roll Mako over. "She returns from the dead." She jokes.

"Thanks for killing me." I return.

"Your turn." She says with a grin only feasable to someone stoned or named Usagi.

"Yes ma'am."

I reach around and attempt to undo Mako's bra clasp with her weight on it. Doesn't work. "Little help?" I ask.

"Yep." She says, and in an impressive feat of strength, does a sit-up with me on top of her.

"How strong are you?" I say as I undo the clasp, and she immediately crashes back down, almost breaking a couple of my fingers.

"Not that strong, apparently." She says. "Sorry about the fingers."

"'S ok. Good reflexes." I say. "Now, where was I..."

I take the bra off of her, and affect the very same response she did with me. "My, that does look like you came from this end." I observe.

"I'm not-not so sure I didn't..." She purrs.

I continue to suckle at her breast, switching every minute or so, and soon I move for the jeans. She lifts her hips so I can easily slide them off of her, and soon she's as nude as I am. My one hand gently strokes and pulls at the other breast while my other moves down, and I tease her clit wit my thumb. She moans aloud, and arches her back under me. That's the reaction I'm looking for... a part of my brain I'm not quite in control of tells me.

I slip two fingers into her like she did with me, and curl them upwards, while continuing to stroke her clit with my thumb. One of Mako's hands holds the back of my neack, the other increasing the pressure I'm putting on her womanhood. At this rate, it can't be long. I think. And I'm right. Not a minute passes before she throws her head back in climax, and goes straight to Jupiter as a result. When she's done, she's really done. I think she blacked out, in fact. I suppose she'll thank me in the morning.

Speaking of, what time is it? I glance at the clock.

What do you know? It's 4:20 AM.

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The third host of the omake walks out from the void and faces the reader. "Yo." Minako greets, holding up a peace sign. "The next section is what we've all been waiting for, the outtakes! Starting in order from earliest in the fic to the very end, it covers practical jokes, screwups in lines, prop malfunctions, special effect goofs, and anything else the writer thought of putting in as an outtake. Warning: Heart attacks due to laughing too much are not the author's responsibility, so read at your own risk... seriously, do we need a joke that stupid?"

Hey, I don't think 'em up, I just paint the picture. Take it up with the author.

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Scene: Arcade, Going Under

The scene is the Crown Arcade. Makoto is waiting for Ami, who said she was going to be there at about 4:30.

Makoto glanced at the clock on the wall as she sipped her drink. The time ticked over to 4:20. "She should be here any time soon..." She said to nobody in particular. "Speak of the devil... Hi, Ami!" she got up, drink in hand, and walked over to meet her blue-haired friend.

"Hi, Makoto!" Ami said.

"How's life treating you today?"

"Same as usual... though it looks like it'll get worse, since it's forecasting rain-"

"Hi, Ami-chan!"

Both Ami and Makoto turned to see Makoto walking through the doors of the arcade.

Again.

She walked over to the two and said "Hi, Makoto, I didn't know you were going to be heee..." before realizing what she was saying and blinking in confusion. "That's me!"

"Uh...Mako Two? You come in at the Shrine." Makoto One said.

"Oh, shoot, wrong senshi..." Makoto Two replied before ducking back out of the arcade.

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Scene: Hyperion II Conference Room, Going Under

"Science Fiction is often the basis for Science Fact." Raynor said, getting up and facing Minako Two. "This won't hurt a bit."

Raynor pointed the Scanner at Minako Two, pressed a few buttons, and accidentally pushed something he wasn't supposed to. The tricorder fired a bullet at Minako, hitting her in the chest. After looking at Raynor with a confused look, she slumped to the ground, lifeless. "Oops." Raynor said sheepishly as all 9 alive Senshi suddenly went pale as a ghost.

Three seconds later Zeratul and Raynor burst out laughing. "What the hell is so funny!" Makoto One asked in a very confused tone.

"The looks on your faces..." Raynor was able to get out, as Minako Two started to laugh and got up.

"Practical joke." She explained.

The Senshi attempted to shoot deathglares while straining to avoid laughing with Raynor and Zeratul.

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Scene: Mars/Venus chasing Mercury Two, Everybody's Fool

She drops down into the metre-or-so hole in between the buildings. Shoot, I'm going headfirst into gravel if I don't do something fast. I try to flip around and land on my feet, but don't quite make it, and end up sliding on my butt the length of the apartment's roof, only stopping when I hit a ledge on the other side. Man, is this going to hurt in the morning.

What the--

On the next building, there's five people there, each holding up score cards. Apparently I've got an eight, eight, seven point five, eight, and a five. "Ooh, and the French judge took major marks off for the bad landing..." Minako says, skidding to a stop beside me about two seconds before the seven of us kill ourselves laughing.

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Scene: Hyperion II Sickbay, My Immortal

The medic sprays the solution in her right eye, and it clears almost instantly. He repeats this with the other eye. "Thanks." I say.

"That's better..." Makoto says, mostly to herself.

"No problem." He says as he finishes making notes on the pad. "Anything happens, you can page us by pressing here." He shows both of us a glowing red square on the pad.

"Will do." I say as he walks over to the next filled bed.

Fifteen seconds pass, then thirty, then a full minute. "Mako? Line?"

"Huh? Oh, shoot... I told you it was a mistake to actually get me stoned..." She says distantly.

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The medic sprays the solution in her right eye, and it clears almost instantly. He repeats this with the other eye. "Thanks." I say.

"That's better..." Makoto says, mostly to herself.

"No problem." He says as he finishes making notes on the pad. "Anything happens, you can page us by pressing here." He shows both of us a glowing red square on the pad.

"Will do." I say as he walks over to the next filled bed.

"Hard to-to believe," Makoto says suddenly, "that sss... omething this-this bad could be so amazing."

"Dyslexics of the world, untie." I quip, setting her laughing off prematurely.

"Strike two..." She says once she calms down. "Shall we wait for the official swing-and-a-miss, or do we move to the asleep scenes so I can burn out this high?"

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Scene: Hyperion II Holodeck, Haunted

I've got something to occupy my time, however-Minako, Rei, Usagi and I are in the holodeck target program, testing the new attacks. "Alright, R- er, Mars, you're up first." Raynor says.

Mars concentrates hard, then reverse-intones "Mars... Fire Dagger!"

Much like my Ice dagger, Mars draws a line in the air with her finger, and it fattens into--

Into a Bic lighter?

Mars stares at the lighter, floating in air, then her expression turns demonic. "Alright, whose idea was this? And why is it always me?"

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"Well, the long-range checks out. What about short-range?" Raynor asks.

"Hmm..." Venus thinks for a second. "Oh, I know." She says.

She twirls the bow around and it seemed to melt into...nothing, as it stays liquid and drips down onto the floor. "Well, that was interesting. Anyone have a towel?" Minako says. "Hey, at least you're not the only one being preyed on by the prop department, Rei."

Raynor's D3 blipped and he pulled it out. "Y'ello?" Raynor said as he flipped it open.

"Yeah, sorry about the chakram malfunction." The prop manager says from the D3. "We had some problems with it before, but we thought we fixed it."

"Malfunction?" Rei says, smoke practically pouring from her ears. "It wasn't a practical joke?"

"Uh... bye." The prop manager hastily ends the conversation as he closes the link.

"Do I have authority to fire him?" Rei asks nobody in particular. "Or do I have to resort to Extra Crispy?"

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Scene: Dream sequence, Tourniquet

I see... something. A box. No, a room. From the top. Like it had a glass ceiling.

I see people. Makoto... and someone I don't recognize right away. She's familiar... Jenni. That's it.

Jenni? Why Jenni? She passed away about a year ago.

Makoto's smoking some marijuana with her. Her face is streaked with tears-She was upset about something?-but she's not upset now. She's coughing. Jenni quickly goes into another room, presumably to get Makoto a drink or something. She comes back and Makoto drinks a bit of the bottle of coke offered to her. Makoto then leans back on the couch she's on, and takes another drink. Her and Jenni start talking, but I can't hear what's being said.

Suddenly, the audio comes back and Jenni asks "Do you have the feeling we're being watched?"

"You too?" Makoto replies.

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Scene: IM conversation, Hello

Ami Mizuno: Lol. I hear that.

Ami Mizuno: Whatever the outcome, I hope it is the "right" thing to do.

Ami Mizuno: Even if it isn't to anyone else.

Pyromaniac #216: Ami, I've never seen you this depressed.

Pyromaniac #216: Are you still feeling guilty about Makoto?

Ami Mizuno: Not exactly.

Ami Mizuno: I met up with her.

Ami Mizuno: Rei? Hello?

Pyromaniac #216 has disconnected

Ami Mizuno: Uh...what?

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As I try to figure out why Rei DCed my communicator beeps at me. "Yo." I greet the person on the other end, and seeing who it is add "What happened?"

"Damn computer crashed." Rei says from the other line. "If it isn't a line screwup, a typo, or a practical joke, it's frigging Windows. I'm restarting as we speak, should be up in another five minutes."

"Told you Apple was more stable."

Rei sticks her tongue out at me. "Stick that in your precious Apple's CD drive." She says before signing off, making me laugh as I hit the button to close this end of the link.

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Scene: Minako's room, Hello

"We're here, Minako." Rei says softly.

"Hey, Ami? My computer crashed." Minako rambles. "Do you have a patch for Windows? Maybe in the closet?"

"What?" I ask confusedly.

Raynor seems to get this stoned ramble more than the rest of us because he immediately turns and...tries to perforate the closet with the sleeper shots, but a loud grinding sound fills the air. "Shit... jammed, and it sounds like a bad one." He diagnoses.

"Great. How long'll it take to fix?" Rei asks.

"Could be five minutes, could be an hour. Depends on how the shots ended up inside the thing."

"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere..." Minako says, sounding to me like she's talking in her sleep.

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Scene: Pseudo-Imaginary universe, My Last Breath

"So what happens now? Do I kill you like I did Ami Two?"

"Do you? I have Raynor's ship exactly where I want it. You kill me, he goes down with me."

"He's going down anyways. Ice dagger." I say, drawing the line to conjure the weapon. "The only difference is whether you die or not."

"I assure you, my intentions are not to die." He pulls... or tries to pull his sword from seemingly nowhere, as the hand movement that is supposed to trigger Hammerspace isn't working for some reason. "Come on, damn it..." It finally works, but strangely ends up point-first, and Mengsk grips it like he would have the handle. "Ahh! Son of a bitch!"

"Shoot, you alright?" I ask, walking up to him and unconjuring the Dagger.

"Not quite, but I'll make it. Soon as it stops bleeding, gimme some liquid bandage and I'll be fine. Not like I'm actually going to do anything with this, anyway." He motions to his sword, on the ground beside him.

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Ami walks out from the void, a coffee cup in her hand. "Me again." She says. "Burning out. I need this." She holds up the mug of steaming liquid to a toast, then takes a sip before continuing. "The last section of this omake is dedicated to injokes, easter eggs, and other secret and/or meaningful things put in the background by the author."

She takes a cue card out of her pocket. "Alright, first... first is that most of the numbers are meaningful somehow. Some of them are pretty obvious if you know of the 4:20 story, explained in Tourniquet-- examples include the time at the beginning of Going Under, as Mako is waiting for me, and the Hyperion II code for the pickup of hazardous materials, code 42. Multiples--like 8:40 PM, when I go to bed in the first scene of Taking Over Me. The second number to watch out for is 216, which is of special importance to the author, as the key code for the O-with-a-line-through-it character ('Ø') on windows computers is Alt0216, and it's kind of a special symbol for him. People with way too much time on their hands could probably do some simple math and find more time and number easter eggs dealing with both these numbers. Oh, and by the way--the lowercase version ('ø'), as well as the uppercase version, is actually a dutch accented letter, and is pronounced as an O and an E squished together. So the protoss profanity 'døk'sha' is pronounced 'doekasha'. Might come in handy if you have linguists over and feel the need to swear."

"Still on the subject of number manipulation, the universe/multiverse number for the clone Senshi is not a set of random numbers, but actually an easter egg message. Basically the message was converted into the number that the letter is in the alphabet, for example A is 1, B is 2, and so on to Z, which is 26. The message is 'Theories,' which is the fanfic universe the Senshi come from, and then a 420 tacked on the end for good measure."

"Then there's the choice of words in some cases. In the beginning, when a communicator went off, nobody said 'hi' or 'hai', but as the fanfic went on that became increasingly frequent. Also, in Tourniquet, as another reference to the clone Senshi's home universe, the Confusion card says that any answer 'my mind' would come up with as to why the Theories universe had to meet up with our own would 'only be a theory'. This was mimiced by Makoto during her explanation of the events at the end of the chapter."

"Well, thanks for reading this little omake section, and may you always hit the bowl on 4:20. Now, if you'll excuse me, I just got an idea..."

Ami walks off, and calls off-margin "Hey, Mako! You up for recreating Soulfire?"

"Done and done..." Makoto replies, and they both laugh at the inadvertant pun as the fanfic goes black.

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Fin