Prologue

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Notes: This story line is the harem version of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. There is something to note about this particular story arc ... it might never go past the prologue. Why? I just can't think of stories for them to tell. That, and this prologue was actually a school assignment.

This makes more sense if you just read it straight through without trying to figure out who's talking when.

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"How much longer?"

"I'm bored."

"Are we goin' straight ta Halle, or are we stoppin' ta stare at all the stupid fields?"

"Whine, whine, whine, complain, complain, complain ... "

"He's doin' that twitchy thing again."

"Did I ask you?!"

"No, but ya get my opinion anyway."

"Scoot over, you're hogging the seat."

"I'm hogging the seat?! Look at demon-boy and all the space he has!"

"That's 'cause he's a pervert, now scoot over."

"Who's a pervert?"

"XELLOS!!!"

"I'm not a pervert, I'm a fruitcake."

"Whatever, just keep away from me."

"You don't like me ... ?"

"Yeah, I like ya dead, now back off."

" -- any piece of writing designed to make it's readers feel critical -- "

"Jeez, do ya have ta read out loud?"

"I'm trying to educate you morons in fine literature."

"Reading the textbook or the dictionary is not fine literature."

"No wonder your suitcase was so heavy ... you're carting all that junk around."

Just because you four are Neanderthals doesn't mean I am."

"I'm not a Neanderthal, I'm a classy, well-groomed, exquisite work of art."

"You're a fruitcake."

"Man ... get away from me."

"But you're so soft ... "

"Let go of me! Ack! Pervert!"

Smack

"Owie, that really hurt ... "

"Yeah right."

"Well it did."

"Go pout on your own side of the line."

"Oh, you mean like this?"

"Get back on your own side!"

"Which side? This side or this side?"

"That one, you moron!"

"I'm confused, will you show me?"

"NO!"

"But ... "

Smack

Can't you people go anywhere without fighting, it's a short trip."

"Short?! We've been in this car for a hour!"

"And we still have four more to go!"

"SHORT?!?!"

"Okay, fine, not so short, but you guys could still try to get along."

"Tell him to stay on his own side."

"Keep him away from us."

"I'd rather get along with Rezo!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh! Keep it away!"

"There is no god."

SmackBangCrashSwerveSquealHonk

"Okay, now we won't have any more trouble."

"You tied us up."

"Evil!"

"No, practical."

"Oh, how?"

"Because, now we're gonna entertain each other."

Smirk

"Really?"

"I didn't know she was like that ... "

"Oh man, get him away from me."

"You wouldn't."

"Dear Goddess, the sickness is spreading."

Smack

"Stop grinning like that you pervert, jeez, you people are sick. Ya hear me? Sick. Besides, that's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

"I meant we're gonna tell each other stories to pass the time and keep from killing each other. The one with the best story gets to do whatever he or she wants for a whole day."

"I have a bad feeling about this."

"Okay, to start this out, I'll introduce all of us."

"Why?"

"'Cause."

"'Cause why?"

"'Cause I said so, that's why. So cope."

"She's lost it."

"Great, we gotta listen to her babble in our boredom."

"Pass me a gun."

"Shut up and let me rant."

"Whatever."

First is Suboshi
Young he is, merely fifteen
Blond haired, blue eyed
Sweet innocence, the picture of youthful joy
Yet a past far older than his years
A twin he is, his brother dead
Vengeance given, in his stead
His trademark weapon, a telekinetic gift
"Yo-yo's of Doom", dragon strings, the ryuuseisuu ...
Many have fallen
Small children, murders, those in his path
For devotion, for love, for blood
Love for his family, his friends
His life he'd give, death he'd impart
Devoted protector
Then death, it ends
A return, to a Temple of Chance
A fight, a new friend, a new power,
Innocence returned, the smiles, the love ...
Another chance.

"I don't see the poetry in this."

"You don't have to see it, you just have to listen to it."

"Can we go now?"

"Where? We're on the autobahn going 100+."

"Doh."

"Anyway, as I was saying ... "

"Make it stop, please make it stop ... "

Next is Duo
Maxwell by last name, the place of his raising
An orphanage, with a Catholic religion
Long hair, brown, a braid to his waist
That offsets his smile and the violet in his eyes
Quite young, only fifteen
Yet death he rides, death he serves, death he is
A pilot, a killer, a technical genius
Knowledge of weapons, his special touch
A sickle in combat, a gun at his side
War he serves, a necessity
Yet a service he loathes, since he knows the pain
Torn from him is the home, the friends, his life ...
Vengeance and violence, for justice ...
That gleam in his eyes
Carefully hidden under happiness
Under friendship and bubbling love of life
The trickster's smile, bright and sunny ...
Hiding the hatred of war,
Hiding the psychotic killer.

"Now Duo is starting to scare me."

"What, he didn't already?"

"Man, he's like Xellos."

"Can't you people be quiet?!"

Zelgadis is the leader
Not official, but fear and respect hold sway
A peacekeeper unless mad
The tragic hero, cursed
Whose only goal is to find a cure ...
Swordsman and Shamanist
Smart and Swift
He is strong, but the strength is also pain
Pain from the past, the wrong choice
Power and transformation
A chimera now, demon, golem, and human
Blue skinned, pointed ears, purple metallic hair, ice blue eyes
Fast, strong, skin like stone, magic that easily gathers in the hand
Yet the price ...
To be alone forever ...
Quiet and cold
Ice covers his heart
Disillusioned and bitter
So young, yet so world wise
Merely 17, and always alone
Your ivory cape flaps in the wind, Zel
The straight man

SmileSnicker

"Straight?"

"Quiet, Xellos, or I'll gag you."

I know how you think
"Who can love a man made of stone?"
But perhaps you've found a friend ...

"Oooookkkaaaayyy ... "

"Are you done?"

"Quiet, these two go together."

"Kinda like those two."

"Comere so I can hurt ya."

"How? You're tied up."

"Why do ya think I was born with teeth?"

"Kinky."

Smack

"Shut up, you pervert, you're ruining the flow of words."

In Valgarv, fiery temper
Flashing claws, blue-black wings, golden eyes, green hair that blows in the wind
Last of your kind, clanless and alone
All wiped away by the Gold
Last Ancient Dragon, yet not pure
Through your death, your rebirth
Now half-breed, part demon
Natures in question, spirits in conflict
Tortured forever ...
Ex-terrorist, noble blood
Demon General, follower of Garv
You believe in nothing ...
Nothing, except the pain
Your only purpose ... .
Cleansing the world
Forever alone ...
And psychotic to the end

"Now this is gonna get kinda dark ... "

"I thought it already was."

"Why am I not surprised."

"Yeah, we're talking about Xellos here."

And last, there is Xellos
Eternal smile, closed violet eyes, framed by short, straight violet hair
Your staff, with blood red stone, eternally by your side
You are the fruitcake and the destroyer
A killer, a murderer, entirely evil, completely soulless
Hiding behind a mask of pleasant smiles
Eternal smile that changes to darkness
Smiling eyes that open into hell
Not even human, you stalk
Completely the demon
Perfect demon
Pain is pleasure to you
Giving and receiving
Yet you always smile, always joke, always play
Until the prey becomes the catch
And the play becomes torture
Yet you are moronically cheerful, the happy priest
Pleasant, helpful, the traveler
Ulterior motives, his watchword
Troublemaker, his middle name
Travelling Trickster Priest
The world is your goal
All you desire your end
The Golds are dead by your hand
With all those in your way
Happily smiling, friendly, courteous, the perfect gentleman
Beauty of form, that hides the beast
That which lurks within you can never be appeased
The darkness in your heart merely waits
Love has no meaning,
Only desire, male or female
All are the same in the end
The same in your embrace
The same in death
And still you smile ...

"O.O ... Creepy ... "

"O.O ... I'm scared ... "

"O.O ... Eep ... "

"That was eerily accurate."

Smile

"Thanks."

"I think you've gotten into my head a little too much."

"Is it just me, or do these things get longer as you go?"

"I think I kinda got into the rhythm."

"Ah."

"Are we done yet?"

"No."

"Well, who's left?"

"Me."

"Oh boy."

And the speaker is Steph
Not much to say on the only girl
Save that Ifni's Avatar is the only worker of Chaos and Order
By Her hand she deals the cards and rolls the dice
Temple of Chance, of Ifni
Power contained,
Yet a priestess to the end
School and home, the average child ...
The end.

"Two of the lines ended with the same word."

"Picky, picky, picky ... I'm not perfect, you know."

"So ... are you done?"

"Yes."

"Can we go?"

"No."

"Why?"

"'Cause now it's story time."

"Darn."

"This could be worse."

"How?"

"I don't know."

"It's better than boredom ... "

"True."

"Okay, tell us the stories."

Sarcasm

"Yeah, we're just dyin' to here 'em."

"Alright ... who goes first?"

Silence

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