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The band gets in a plane crash on their way to Italy. They somehow survive (surprised?) and make their way to a tiny village on the coast, where they meet up with Amalie. Somehow, she's become some kind of... governer or something...

Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.20.2005 | Pages: 10 | Words: 6.3K | Visits: 146 | Status: Completed

A/N: Wooh! Another update! The time just flies by, huh?

Reviews!

To Kryptic teh Foxie: I didn't know you could get hyper on Tic Tacs . . . I eat them all the time and I don't get hyper. And thanks for saying I did a good job!

To Prince Izzy1: Glad you thought so!

To Guest/Chaos rock!: Yeah, they would, but they're magical Chao! They don't get affected when they eat dirt! I'm so lame . . . And yes, I know for a fact that was a short chapter. You don't have to rub it in on me! (laughs) I would put this “Sango” person in, but I have no earthly idea who she is. And she seems too serious . . . To be put in this fic, that is.

Enjoy the chapter!

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Chapter 12: LOST II: Part Seven of the Pointless Adventures!

(A/N: Credit for this chapter goes to Prince Izzy1 for thinking of the main storyline. Thanks, Prince!)

“WE'RE GONNA DIE!” shouted Skippy as he watched the ocean get closer and closer. “WE'RE GONNA DIE!”

The other Chao tried to scream, but couldn't due to the fact that they still had their oxygen masks on.

Perhaps I should tell you just what was going on, eh? Well, it's really simple. The band was required to tour in Rome, Italy, and was currently on a private jet heading that way. It just so happens that the jet had run out of fuel . . . Yes, pilots are quite stupid that way.

Anyway, the band and the pilot were now speeding towards the Tyrrhenian Sea, with Skippy screaming his head off and the others just trying to stay calm.

Except for Julia, for she too had managed to get her oxygen mask off and was now displaying her vocal talents.

Without a sign of warning, the plane hit the Tyrrhenian and bobbed up and down in the water.

Raven pulled her mask off.

“Follow me!” she said as she got up out of her seat, pulled the cushion off, and headed towards the emergency exit. The other Chao followed suit, getting out of their seats and taking their cushions with them.

The four opened their door and plunged into the water below, just before the plain managed to fully sink into the water.

“Well,” said Neil as he watched the plane fully submerge. “What do we do now?”

“Don't know . . .” said Julia. “Wait . . . Wasn't the pilot still in there?”

The four Chao floated there, the hot sun gleaming down on them.

Finally, it happened.

“OH SIT, SON!”

(A/N: If you're too stupid enough to get that, put an “H” in between the “S” and the “I”.)

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“You sure you don't have your cell phone?” asked Julia.

“Positive,” said Raven as she sighed. “At least Ima and Kryptic are going on another flight . . . They would be in the same situation as us.”

“How long have we been here, anyway?” asked Neil.

“About an hour . . .”

The four Chao continued to sit there, not knowing what else to do.

“Well, shouldn't we try to do something?” asked Skippy. “I mean, there may be a chance that we're real close to Italy.”

“Don't know,” said Raven. “Do we even know which direction Italy is?”

The four Chao sat there, again not knowing what to think.

“Wouldn't the tide bring us to the shore?” asked Julia.

“We could end up in Sicily, though,” said Raven, matter-of-factly.

“WHO CARES?” asked Neil. “AT LEAST IT'S SOMEWHERE!”

“Good point.”

The four Chao, again, floated there.

“Should we . . . get moving?” asked Julia.

“Fine by me.”

The four Chao then began kicking their feet in the direction that the tide seemed to be going, hoping that they would be easily taken somewhere.

Neil, quite enjoying himself, began to sing a song. To be precise, it was “The Song Remains the Same” by Led Zeppelin.

(A/N: You can hear a clip of this song by going to w w w dot ledzeppelin dot com slash site underscore flash slash fs underscore discography dot html. Take the period off the end of the address and you got it! Now, on the left, click the album “Houses of the Holy”. There, click on “The Song Remains the Same” and shake what your mama gave ya!)

“I had a dream

Crazy dream

Anything I wanted to know

Any place I needed to go.

Hear my song

People won't you listen now?

Sing along

You don't know what you're missing now

Any little song that you know

Everything that's small has to grow

And it has to grow!

California sunlight

Sweet Calcutta rain

Honolulu star bright

The song remains the same

Sing out Hare Hare

Dance the Hoochie Koo

City lights are oh, so bright

As we go sliding . . . sliding . . . sliding through”

The four Chao continued to petal for awhile, and then Raven broke the silence.

“And . . . that song really has nothing to do with the situation we're in.”

“I know . . .” said Neil, almost solemn. “I know . . .”

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“I SEE A SHORELINE!” shouted Julia as she pointed ahead.

The other three stared in disbelief . . . Indeed, a shoreline was right in front of them!

. . . Or . . . actually . . . still miles off. BUT THERE WAS A SHORELINE!

“Just several more miles!” said Neil, happily as he began to pick up the pace.

“Yay . . .” said Raven, tiredly. “I'm so excited . . . Are you excited, `cause . . . I'm sure excited . . .”

Raven then fell asleep, and, had it not been for Julia, almost fell off her cushion and into the water.

“I'll pull her . . .” she mumbled, a little angry about the situation she was in.

“We need motivation,” said Skippy as he struggled to kick his cushion. “I know that the shore isn't that far off, but we're not properly motivated, and that means that we're not going as fast as we can. We just need something to get us to move faster . . .”

It was then that the Chao could hear a swirling noise behind them, and they could feel themselves getting pulled behind. They looked over their shoulder and gasped in shock.

A WATERSPOUT WAS HEADING RIGHT TOWARDS THEM!

“KICK! KICK!” shouted Skippy, now moving faster than it was before.

The Chao were too slow, however, and were sucked right into the thing.

“HANG ON!” shouted Neil.

“TO WHAT?” asked Julia.

As soon as it had come, the spout disappeared, sending the four Chao to an unknown destination.

Luckily, and because the author is getting bored with this chapter, the shore they were heading towards.

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Julia opened her eyes quickly and spit seaweed out of her mouth.

“Disgusting . . .” she mumbled. She looked over to see that her friends were all right, even though there were thousands of fish flopping around them.

“Where are we, anyway?”

Just then, something hit her on the head.

Julia looked up to see a small girl of about five, poorly clothed and clutching a stick. The stick must've been what had just poked Julia.

“Uh . . .” said Julia, not knowing what to think. “Hello.”

“Chi, o che cosa, siete?” asked the girl.

Italian? Were they in Italy?

“Uh . . .” Julia got up and made motions with their hands, much like Ayame had in Paris. “We . . . are from . . . America . . . and we . . . were stranded . . . in the ocean . . . Can you . . . help . . . us?”

The girl just stood there, confused. She then turned around and left.

“Uh . . .”

Julia then looked over to see her friend coming around.

“Where are we?” asked Raven.

“Apparently some Italian place,” said Julia. “A little girl just spoke it.”

“That would explain something,” said Skippy. “What should we do?”

“Maybe one of the villagers knows English?” asked Neil.

“Nah,” said Julia. “If they did, the girl would've been able to at least recognize it. She just left us here to rot.”

“Well I'm taking a look around,” said Raven as she got up. “If any of you want to follow, that's fine.”

Skippy shrugged and followed Raven. The other two, who didn't know what else to do, followed as well.

About a block down the village streets, Julia recognized the same girl, holding the hand of some black-cloaked person.

“Who do you think that is?” asked Neil as he noticed the girl point to them.

“Maybe it's the mayor,” said Raven. “Or the Elder.”

The black figure made its way over to the four, who just stood there. The person finally reached them, grabbed the hood of her cloak and pulled it down to reveal . . .

“AMALIE?” asked the band in disbelief.

Amalie fwapped Skippy.

“IDIOT!” she shouted. “EVERYBODY KNOWS YOU DON'T FLY A PRIVATE JET OVER AN OCEAN!”

Amalie then fwapped Julia.

“AND YOU! . . . Well, I just don't like you . . .”

“Where are we, Amalie?” asked Raven.

“Somewhere . . .” she responded, looking around the village as well. “I just got here not too long ago. A couple of days, to be precise. They thought I was cool and made me their supreme ruler!”

She then clapped her hands twice. Two Italian men appeared behind her.

“GONZO! GUIDO! PREPARI UN POSTO PER I NOSTRI OSPITI!”

The two men saluted and ran away.

“They're getting a place ready for you now,” said Amalie, putting her hood back on her head. “Follow me.”

(A/N: To translate anymore Italian, go to w w w dot dictionary dot com. Then, click on “Translator” and do “Italian to English”.)

The four Chao shrugged and followed Amalie throughout the village, watching the villagers do normal villager things. After about half a mile or so, they came across a large log cabin, furnished with mahogany and some happy, pretty stuff.

“Wow . . .” said the four Chao in amazement as they entered the building.

“This is where you'll stay,” said Amalie as she motioned to several rooms left and right. “Make yourselves at home.”

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“GONZO!” shouted Raven from her throne as she clapped her hands twice.

Gonzo appeared in front of her and bowed.

“Fetch me lemonade!”

Gonzo stood there, obviously confused and unable to interpret what Raven had just said.

Raven sighed.

“Fetcheso . . . meso . . . lemonado . . .” she said, trying to make her statement sound Italian.

Gonzo stood there, now more confused than before.

Raven sighed in frustration. “At ease . . .”

Raven got up to get her lemonade, leaving poor Gonzo to try to interpret that last statement.

“Stupid Italian people,” she grumbled as she walked down the wooden hallways. “Not knowing stupid English and acting like a bunch of . . . stupids.”

Raven reached the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of lemon juice and a jar of sugar.

“Make me make my own stupid lemonade . . .”

Raven grabbed the top of the lemon juice bottle and tried her hardest to twist the cap off.

“OOF!” she shouted as she lost her grip and caused herself to fall on her rump.

“Stupid lemon bottles, making me . . . stupid . . .”

Raven grasped the cap again and tried to pull it off . . . once again.

This time, however, the lemon bottle flew out of Raven's hands and into the air.

“Woops . . .” muttered Raven as she watched the lemon juice get closer and closer to the hard floor.

CRACK!

Raven didn't notice a drop of juice headed right towards her face . . .

Actually, she did, just a little too late.

Raven inhaled to gasp, and . . .

“AAAAAAAAAAH!” she shouted. “IT WENT UP MY NOSE! IT BURNS!”

Raven immediately tried her best to blow the acidic juice out of her nostril, only to have it go down her trachea.

For the lesser intelligent people that don't know the body, that's your windpipe.

“AAAAAH!” she shouted. “IT'S BURNING MY LUNGS!”

Fortunately for Raven, Gonzo had snapped out of his trance and ran to the kitchen.

“Uomo dell'OH . . .” said Gonzo quietly. He then left the room, leaving Raven to suffer her burning lung.

After about a couple of minutes, Amalie ran into the room with Gonzo behind her.

Amalie just stood there and stared, not knowing what to think.

“I could just . . . laugh at her,” she said quietly. “I mean, there's nothing that we can really do.”

Amalie turned to Gonzo, who just stood there, waiting to be bossed around.

“Or . . . I could do some kind of ridiculous punishment . . .”

Amalie turned back to Raven, who was trying to cough the acidic juice back up.

“Yeah . . . I think that's what I'll do . . .”

Amalie tried to look shocked.

“EVILDOER!” she shouted as she pointed an accusing finger to Raven. Raven stopped and looked at Amalie, confused.

The other members of the band walked into the room.

“What's going on?” asked Skippy as he saw Amalie pointing.

“You're friend has upset the Lemon Spirits!” she said, now speaking to Skippy. “SHE MUST BE BANNED!”

“Banned?” asked Julia, a little taken aback. “Do Lemon Spirits even exist?”

“YES!” shouted Amalie in return. “Don't they, Gonzo?”

Gonzo just shrugged.

“That's not fair!” shouted Neil. “If Raven has to be banned, we'll leave, too!”

Ooh . . . thought Amalie. Not bad.

“Fine!” shouted Amalie. “Of course, you must follow the banning rules. The village says that if a person must be banned, then we give them . . . uh . . .” Amalie didn't think she had to go this far . . .

“Yes?” asked Skippy, a little suspicious.

“A . . . complimentary breath mint!”

Amalie reached into her pocket and took out a pack of mints.

“Mints?” asked Neil, a little confused. “How would mints help us?”

“They . . . keep your breath fresh!”

The three just stood there. Gonzo just stood there, too.

“How about . . .” said Neil, “you can keep your breath mints, and you fly us to a place where the people speak English?”

“NO!” shouted Amalie. “YOU DARE DEFY THE VILLAGE'S CUSTOMS?”

“Yeah.”

Amalie stood there. She had just heard the answer she had not expected.

“Follow me,” she grumbled as she turned around to leave.

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“Good to be home!” said Julia as she stepped into the airport.

“Yep!” said Neil. “And we got a souvenir!”

Raven and Skippy grunted as they pulled Gonzo out of the plane, who was looking around at the airport with fascinated eyes.

“Well, Gonzo?” asked Raven as she looked up at the Italian man. “What do you think? This is America.”

Gonzo sat there. Then, unexpectedly, he got up, screamed, and ran away.

“Well . . .” said Skippy as they Chao watched the Italian man disappear. “I guess we don't get free service anymore.”

The other Chao nodded.

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These chapters get harder and harder to write! I must not be interested anymore . . . I think I'm going to stop the fic around Chapter 18. I already know how I'm going to end it . . .

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