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From: Gamlain <gamlain@pop.softhome.net>
To: ffml@ffml.fanfic.com <ffml@ffml.fanfic.com>
Date: Sunday, March 22, 1998 11:25 PM
Subject: [FFML] Youma Blues 8

Work and projects and it just keeps getting worse...
Youma blues 8 is (obviously) delayed somewhat.  It's also somewhat bigger
than most of it's predicessors, to compensate.  Hopefully I can get 9 & 10
(the last two Jadeite days eppisodes) done before April rolls around, so I
can meet my deadline for Guns of the Dark Kingdom (the end of april).
A repost of youma blues 1-7 will be coming out soonish.
Youma blues: Jadeite days
Will go to Rec.arts.anime.creative as soon as 10 (Tennitively titled: What
to do when your boss becomes a paperweight) is finalized.

Kit: Welcome to a FFML MST, courtesy of Kitiara Hashiba, demi-goddess in
training! Today she is joined by Kento Rei Faun of Ronin Warriors...
Kento: Stop referring to yourself in the third person.
Kit: Shut UP, Kento.  I was doing an introduction. 'Scuse me for trying to
be professional.
Kento: You're a fifteen year old sitting at a computer, attempting to create
something that could even COMPARE to the wonders that are Crow and Tom Servo
of Mystery Science Theater 3000.
Kit: Oh.  Uhh... we were *supposed* to be in a movie theater.  Where did it
go...
Kento: *sigh*
Kit: Oh, yeah! JEANNIE! (Jeannie pops in)
Jeannie: What is your wish... uh oh...
Kit: (sternly) What did you do with the theater, Jeannie?
Jeannie: Well, Master said he wanted to go to the movies...
Kit: *Jeannie...* (Jeannie does her trademark blink, and the theater
materializes around Kitiara and Kento. Jeannie vanishes.)
Kento: Cool! You mean... you can have her get you whatever you want?
Kit: Pretty slick, ne?  One time I asked for Ryoga... he didn't even seem
alarmed that he was suddenly tranpsorted here.... must be that whole "lost"
thing... Anyhow, enough preamble, on with the show!

Youma blues 8:

Technomancy 101

Kento: Technomancy? Is that anything like "necromancy"?
Kit: Actually, I think it's a play on words... a pun of "necromancy"...
Kento: like "Cat Fancy"... or "Bill and Nancy" or...

Okay, so I was considering joining up with the youma underground.
You may be wondering why.

Kento: Not really, but go ahead.

Answer's simple: I've seen how Beryl runs her kingdom.  I'll be honest -
I don't really care that B wants to kill the senshi - revenge, jealousy and
hate are

Kit: "B"? Is that like... slang for something? Yo, whaddup, K?

motives I understand well enough, even if I don't advocate them - but her
organizational skills leave lots to be desired, and I firmly believe that
when you
rule a nation you have a responsibility to it's people to see that they
live at least
as well as they can.
Beryl never saw things that way.  She considered everything in the Dark
Kingdom her property - to do with as she wills.  And frequently she willed
that
some of the people there die - just because.  Sure, she called it a

Kit: It's a "Dark Kingdom".  I don't think anyone's expecting love and
sunshine--
Kento: ... lollipops, and rainbows, everything...

'testing' but
really, it's just her form of amusement.

Kit: Woo hoo! Reminds me of the French Revolution... that Madame Defarge was
one scary bi--
Kento: (smacks Kitiara upside the head) Don't *ever* mistake "A Tale of Two
Cities" for reality.

Personally, that makes me furious.  Even if you own a thing, you have a
responsibility to keep it in good shape, if only to get the best use out of
it - and
Beryl couldn't even be bothered to do that.  She just used the mass of the
youma as toys. For example - the entire system of humanics being in

controll
Kit: What's a "controll"?
Kento: I dunno.  A troll that's been convicted of something?

was instigated, I think, just so she could amuse herself by watching the
backstabing amongst the uppercrust.
Of course, Beryl (with Mettilla backing her) was so godawful powerful

Kento: Mettilla? Ain't that that little girl who has telekinetic powers...
Kit: That's Matilda.
Kento: That band where one of the members put a nail thru his lip?
Kit: That's Metallica.
Kento: I'm so confused!

that she didn't really NEED an army - without mage's or senshi to oppose

her,

the governments of earth would have lasted maybe two days, tops - but she
*did* form one - so she should have taken care of it.
Instead she purposefully bred corruption, bureaucracy, and political
infighting on a level I've not seen outside the US congress.    For
evidence I put
up the fact that over half the positions in the command ranks of the army

(and

hence, the youma most encountered by the senshi, interestingly) were there
only
because of rampant favoritism, nepotism, and patrimony.
And don't even get me started on how she treated the children of the
lower class youma.   By that point I'd already murdered people for less
that she
did to them.
It was that point that I meditated on as I made my decision, and tried to
throw off the spies Cat had sicked on me.
To no avail, of course, but that was okay.  I was only going to magic
practice.
I intended to pump Nephrite for as much telepathic magic as I could,

Kit: *Pump* Nephrite?  A little graphic, ne?
Kento: I didn't think this was a lemon...

because while Jadeite had gone back to Juban to carry out his latest

scheme-

the cruise ship thing - I had another problem.

Kit: The inability to use commas?

Miss Mizuno had tried to hack into my school records and, while I had
planted sufficient back-trail records in other data-bases, I still needed

hard

evidence of Sora's existence in the form of people who remembered him -
Mercury, I felt, would be through in checking me out (which ment calling
'home', once she got the other records and broke my encryption.  Don't tell

me

you think she couldn't, with that computer of hers..).

Kento: I think she couldn't.
Kit: Don't be dissin' Mercury, Kento.

Of course, by this time I'd run away from the senshi often enough that
they were all familiar with my youma form - and it was getting devilishly
hard to
recharge my reserves without running into them, unless I teleported

somewhere

far away. I was already teleporting at least twice a day as it is, hence

the

recharging I was doing - and going dark-kingdomwards and back is *HARD*.

Kit: Again with the graphic references.
Kento: You sure this ain't a lemon?

They seemed to be getting better and better at tracking me - If I'd acted
as two
dimensionaly villainous as most of the youma Jadeite sponsored, I'd have

been
Kento: And now a word from our sponsor... Jadiete, Beryl's first general!
Now on sale for only 10.99!

dusted for sure, but instead, I tended to the 'smash and grab' technique.
Get there. Gather energy *fast*.  If senshi show up, TELEPORT.
Never hit the same place twice.
I timed things: The senshi could show up in Juban in around 5-10
minutes, in Japan in about 20-30.
If they didn't 'happen' (Oh, thank you, Sestuna-chan.) to be there at
the beginning.

Kit: Sestuna?
Kento: Tuna? Where?
Kit: *sigh*

Twice I ran into Tuxedo Kamen and very nearly bit it - He's much more
impatient than they are - doesn't do speeches for one thing.
By this point I think they were *very* tired of me - especially since I
made less of a target than Jadeite, and succeeded more often.
I really needed a new source of energy.   I had a few ideas, but they'd
have to wait...

Kento: Try No-Doz caffeine pills.  Perks me right up!
Kit: I think the last thing we want is the narrator to end up like
Cornholio.
Kento: *grins maniacally* I can see it now... I am Youma-holio! I need
energy for my bunghole! Are you threatening me?

Meanwhile, I'm being stalked in both worlds, and forced to sleep in the
dark kingdom three days a week.
And I hated sleeping there, because of the dreams.

Kit: Laying off the crack might help.

In my dreams I'd see the dark kingdom as it was in the time of the
millenniums, a shining place, a center - one of two - of trade and culture,
the lord-gem of the Jewels of earth, Atlantis and Mu.

Kento: Mu? Aren't those those blue thingies from Chrono Trigger? (Kitiara
rolls her eyes)

It was so...it can't be described;  The magic of the place - an entire
island crafted and sculpted by the power of it's mage-kings - was

incredible;

Mercury may have produced the greatest scientists, Venus the greatest

artists,

Mars the wisest seers, and Jupiter the strongest warriors;  Saturn mastered
death, Neptune may have mastered the earth,  Unranus the waves, and cold,

Kit: Uranus, waves? Isn't Haruka's power earth based (World Shaking!) and
Michiru's power water (Deep Submerge!) based?
Kento: My anus doesn't wave!
Kit: *sigh*

lonely Pluto mastered time itself - but it was Atlantis that mastered

Magic.

The moon may even have mastered the power of the stars themselves
with their silver crystal, but they could still never match the royalty of
Atlantis in
the art of enchantment.
And in my dreams I saw it destroyed.  Saw the corruption, the
darkness, as Beryl and her sorcerers called up first the seven, and then
Mettilla

Kento: Isn't Mettilla--
Kit: Shut up.  I'm sure that the author means Metallia, not Matilda or
Metallica.  Get over it.

herself...saw all the skill and mastery snuffed out, turned into crude

hatred,

clumsy revenge...
Once, Atlantis had been the moon's chosen..the night jewel, to
Ameratsu's land of the sun, but Beryl wanted more...her jellousy of the

light
Kento: J-E-L-L-O...
Kit: It's alive!

destroyed everything beautiful about the kingdom...I know, because I was
there, in dreams.    Ironic, that today it is the moon that is remembered
as the
enchanted amongst the millenniums, and Atlantis the force of darkness,
though it
was the Moon's sky that was first black..
But as bad as those dreams were, there were others that were worse.
I never clearly remembered them - always they would fade as I awoke,
but I recall that they were terrible, nightmares of loss and blood, a
shattered city
of crystal and a woman dying in my arms as I wondered weather she was a
friend or foe....
I didn't understand what they were, but I knew they were more than
mere dreams.
Now?  Now I know.   Which was memory..and which foretelling,
which was mine....and which a projection from the land itself.
I wish I didn't

Elsewhere my aggravation was being shared...

Kento: Aggravation? Is that some sort of pie?
Kit: No...

"Luna, Usagi, please be quiet! I'm trying to think!"  Ami Mizuno isn't
usually the shouting type, but just this once, she made an exception.
Having the
girl voted 'most bubleheaded on campus' two years running in the room while

Kento: What is this "buble" of which is spoken of?
Kit: And how can someone have a buble for a head?

she tried to do things with her mother's computer that were illegal in most
modern nations - at least, illegal if you didn't work for the nation in
question -
was probably a mistake.
In fact she only had them here to give her advance warning if her mother
was coming home, because the mercury computer wasn't very cross compatible
with earth networks, and she was forced to use her mother's laptop as a
'terminal' for it to steal records with.
The fact that the records she was trying to steal belonged to someone
who she found cute, intelligent, smart and generally fun to be around
didn't help.

Kit: He, like, sounds, like, like a total hunk! *laughs very valley-girlish*
Kento: AAH! Don't DO that!

The fact that he already had a girlfreind didn't bother her one bit.   She

Kento: Of course it didn't bother her.  Why the hell would it? (Kit smacks
him upside the head with parts 1-7)

was absolutely certain it didn't.
It was mostly the possibility that he might turn out to be a villain that
bothered her.  In order to check and make sure that he wasn't (or rather,

in

order to prove to Rei that he couldn't be, never mind her own doubts) she

was

busily trying to acquire his records, and question his family.
The minions of the dark kingdom, after all, wouldn't have earth
family...she hoped.  Anyway, she'd managed to get all his school records,

but

his national records were American, and hence, required her to hack into

U.S.

government databases.  The fact that such an action essentially constituted

an

act of war, or at the very least espionage and terrorism, had crossed her
mind,
but she wasn't going to let that bother her..at least until she was

finished.

Regardless, if Usagi and Luna didn't stop arguing she was going to do
something she'd regret.

Kit: What? Yell at them again? Whine and throw little rabbit punches?
Kento: (perks up) What? Is Ryo here?

But that was her problem.
My return to Juban was somewhat complicated: I had a visitor, before I
could leave.
Unfortunately for me, my last encounter with Sinhalite had pushed the
other humanic a bit to far.
Now he wanted revenge.   He was going to get it, to.

Kit: Gonna get it to who?

It was, I have to admit, a bang up ambush - Sinhalite came out of the

Kento: Bang up?  And this ISN'T a lemon?
Kit: That's "knocked up".
Kento: oh.

shadows just as I was entering the remnants of the building I knew as the
other
jump point for earth wards, but didn't yet know as the Altlantean Magisters
tower..more over, he came out of the shadows beyond the candlelight near

the

door, timed just right so that I was almost nightblind, but something, some
instinctive warning impulse, prompted me to dodge.
To this day I'm not sure what warned me.
If something hadn't, I'd be dead right now; Catlin (ever the ruthless
mundanist) maintains that I must have heard him coming, but however I did
it, I
mostly avoided the energy bolt he threw at me.
Mostly.
The bit that clipped me was still almost enough to kill me, more than
enough to send me flying;  I think I landed fifty feet from the door, but
I'm not
sure; I mostly remember the impulse to move, a dangerous seeming shadow,
and then an explosion of pain as I was smashed into the rotten muck where I
landed.

Kit: And I certainly remember a learning about run-ons in grammar school,
and how some people just stick in thousands of commas, instead of ending the
sentence like they should, and then deciding to add a few semi-colons for
variety, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times--
Kento: Again with the "Tale of Two Cities".

I certainly don't remember 'flying'.  I sat there for a whole eternity

that
Kit: That's the marijuana talking.  I'm sure you said it was for medicinal
purposes.

Catlin insists wasn't more than a breath or two, while Sinhalite recovered
from
the effort of the bolt, and I tried to reestablish a firm hold on
consciousness.
He got better first.
The next thing I clearly recall from the incident (aside from some rather
pointless but interesting phantasms I would later recognize as
Precognition), is
Sinhalite hauling me up by the lapels of my jacket.
"Well? Any last words?"  His voice came to me as if from a great
distance - I was still to dazed to fight back effectively, and he knew it.
"Hm. It seems mute.  Perhaps the human is simply frozen in terror at
having confronted a true youma?"  He slapped me - and damn, but that hurt -
and continued, "It certainly doesn't do a very good job of impersonating

one."

That's it, I thought..Sinhalite...keep talking just a bit longer, and I'll

be

able to show you frozen in terror..
Even though I was dazed I was recovering fast; Already my thoughts
were semi-intelegible...

Kento: Gibbles? Where?

"Hey.  Sin." I choked, "Something, to...say.."  He leaned in to listen to
my 'last words'.
Big mistake.
"GET LOST!"  The scream I let out was accompanied by a blast of raw
force that caught him square in the stomach - if I'd had more time to
recover it
might actually have killed him.
As it was it just bought me time to throw myself away from my original
landing place before Sinhalite retaliated with an energy blast that stirred
up an
enormous amount of the heavy, rotten dust that composed the majority of the
dark kingdom's soil, as well as splattering the wet muck I'd landed in
everywhere.
"Ha. Sinny, you missed!" I needed to find my sword, and fast - I didn't
have energy to waste on this idiot - I was cutting it close in the energy
department if I wanted to get home as it was...
Another explosion reduced the wall I'd been hiding behind to rubble,
and I had to move -fast-.  Sinhalite was keeping me on the defensive, which
was bad - because he was stronger than I was in the magical department, and
(more telling) had more energy at his disposal.
I did manage to get my blade(by tripping on it) while I used the still
settling dust and smoke as cover but decided that in my present condition

that

discretion would be the better part of valor, and that heading home had
priority
over tussling with rage-boy.
I'd just made it to the d-point - Um, maybe I haven't explained about
that yet.
The D-points are the places where the dark kingdom is 'close' to Terrra

Kento: Terrrrrrra.
Kit: Terrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrra.

- sorry, earth - and teleporting to and from the Dk is possible.
Not necessarily easy, just possible.  The best one is Beryl's throne
room, but, for obvious reasons, I don't use it.
Anyway, I'd just gotten there, and was preparing to jump when I
detected a Very Bad Thing (tm).
Sinhalite was sitting on my jump point.
Smiling like the cat that got the proverbial cream.
"I don't suppose," I muttered, as I brought my sword up to guard, "that
we could talk about this like rational adults?"
He just grinned and attacked me with one of his crystal swords.  All
things considered I was just glad he'd run out of energy by throwing those
overkill scale fire bolts - he was still enough better than me that my edge

in

speed only served to keep me alive, but he was fresher, less hurt and more
concerned with wearing me down than defending.
There was hope though.   Through the ruined doorways and windows
that lined the magisters tower, I spotted a suspiciously Catlinite shaped
shadow
sneaking towards the door, but only when Sinhalite had his back to the
openings..and that was enough to give me a plan.
I didn't need to win, after all.
I just needed to keep from dying to soon.

Kento: To Soun? Since when was this a Ranma fic?

Sinhalite kept me on the defensive, but I was happy to stay there - I like
having all my limbs intact, thank you - and tried to maneuver him to where

his
Kit: Why the heck would you? Being dismembered is fun.

back was to the wall, figuring he'd never let me.
He didn't, of course, and wound up with his back to the door.   This
turned out to be a mistake on my part: I now had *my* back to the wall, and
couldn't dodge or parry nearly as effectively in the cramped tower interior
as I
had been able to in the doorway.
That cost me a dozen or so shallow cuts before Catlinite slid in the door
like a wraith and stabbed Sinny in the back.
Cat knifed him in the back twice, but he teleported before the third
blow landed.  She scowled at my scorched, slashed, and generally not great

Kit: cute, intelligent, smart and generally fun to be around...

condition and growled, "We seem to have bad luck with this one."
I moaned from where I'd sunk to my knees, and then forced myself up
and snarled "If we sit here yaking all day, he'll be back with

Kento: Is yaking like raking?
Kit: Probably some weird youma ritual.
Kento: oh.

reinforcements.
Want that?" In a possible parody of her voice.
To make a long story short, we left there and retreated to my place to
talk and attend to wounds.

Waking up was a pain.  Not a 'hey, you need to cut back on the karate
moves' type pain, but more of a 'Hey, you: You might be dead' type pain.

The
Kit: Again, that's the drugs.  It's called "withdrawal".

half a dozen alarms going off at once on my computer system as my records
were broken into didn't help.
I'd set up 'watchdog' programs to keep track of my records, and
somebody had tripped one of them, so it was time to get up and get hacking
already.
I threw myself out of bed with a curse (vaguely noting that Catlinite was
nowhere in the house..) and hit the keys.
It helped that the records in question were actually 'mine' - or more
properly, they belonged to the 'me' native to this reality. (The occurrence

of

such a person - an exact duplicate of myself, pre youmization - was more
than a
little startling.  I hadn't ever contacted the guy, simply because, well,
what would
I say?  'Hi I'm an alternate you who's now a demon who finds you absolutely
useless' doesn't cut it...)  Anyway, the point is that the records were

Kento: You could send him a Hallmark.

already
protected by the U.S. security programs, to which I'd added my own counter
measures....
Unfortunately those hadn't proved to be enough.  Someone had broken
through all the defense walls and was summarily steeling them.

Kit: With what?  I have yet to see steel that can be implemented in
cyberspace.

Given the ease they'd done so with, I could make a couple of guesses
as to which hacker had done so - that little bitty compact has some

*serious*

processing power to it.
"Shit.  Damn. Gonna die, Mercury has my files, they've found me out
and I don't have my other id even half set up yet...I'm gonna die...Okay,

calm

down....idea, idea, how can I stall her....um...It won't take her long to
crack my
encryption with that thing...shit.." I had to gasp for breath by that point
- I was
hyperventilating - and stepped back, trying to calm myself.

Kit: That's it, steady breathing.  Hee hee hoo. Hee hee hoo.
Kento: What the hell was that?
Kit: Lamaz.

"Okay. Okay. There has to be something..if I could get them out of her
hands for a few days...but how to do that...okay. My computer..no way can I
hack her.  Not sufficient. Computer talk is basically just symbolic idea
transfer...the telepathy spells work by transporting one person's idea's to
another.  Maybe if I modified those spells I can get into her computer..."
Obviously by the 'dumb' factor of the idea, my calming routine hadn't

worked

much.
"Now lets try this..."  It took me five tries, actually, and quite a bit

of

cached energy, to change the telepathy spell to work on computers...I
attribute
my success more to desperation than anything else...and by the time I did,
Mercury was downloading the last of my files.

The way I do it, telepathically induced cyberspace looks very strange -
imagine, if you will, a computer of limitless power, capable of running

every

program on your computer simultaneously.
Cyberspace (well, a modern cyberspace) looks a little like that - a big
(or rather, most of the time, *Small*, a pc only has so much storage)black
zone
littered with all the programs you have - every .Gif, every .jpg, every
.txt file,
and every executable, all active at the same time, just as they would look
normally - on a screen sized to what you're used to.
The size of the 'black space' indicates how much storage there is in the
computer you are 'in'.  Moving programs are 'active' - and they tend to

jump

around a lot, or hover, if they're just 'sitting' without someone using
them, while
stationary things are 'stored' files
Outside lines are white 'holes' and are (mostly) tiny.
Maybe someday they'll be 'highways' or 'doorways' but for now...lets just

say

that a 28.8 connection is a bit of a squeeze for a human mind.  Hell, even
a T-3
is a squeeze, a 28.8 is torture.   Data comes through those things in
'burps' as
bits of hacked up files arrive, and get fitted back together by other
programs(bloody little rats..).
That being said, Mercury's computer looked nothing at all like it.
Imagine, if you will, a maze carved completely out of ice, guarded by a
legion of razor taloned ice statues.
The entire place was also home to a network of fast moving little lines of
light - Programs, I think.
It was easy enough to get in - I 'just' rode the 'connection' up to the

Kento: *grinning moronically* _Rode_ the _connection_?
Kit: Shut UP, hentai!

'checkpoint'.
Staying there was another story.  It was guarded by about a dozen of
those 'guardians' - ice statue Mercuries with ten razors for fingers.
They flew, to.  Bad news.  I got through the checkpoint mostly on

Kit: They flew to... where?  To.... Skeet Ulrich....
Kento: Kitiara, you're drooling.
Kit: .... Leonardo DiCaprio.... Christian Bale.... Ryoga Hibiki....
Shinnosuke... Toma Hashiba... Seiji Date...
Kento: oh god.

supprise and extensive use of the 'mind fry' spell I'd cobbled together -
sort of
an 'overwrite with static' thing.  It worked something like a sledgehammer
on the 'golems'.
Finding what I wanted (or rather wanted to remove) theoretically should
have been easy - just look for the most primitive files in the computer.
In practice this proved somewhat difficult.  Comparatively, the
computers I had been in before were broomclosets...compared to a planet.
Yes, you heard right. Mercuries computer has a cyberspace the size of
a planet.  Okay. It's a small planet.  It's still frigg'n huge compared to

us.

I almost immediately got lost.  Then the (if you will pardon the triple
pun) 'ice' closed in.

Kit: Tom Cruise... Ferio... Mousse... Brad Pitt... uh... Skeet Ulrich...

Faced with umpteen zillion guardians, and having totally lost my quarry,
I was up the proverbial creek, so I decided to fall back on youma

tradition:

cause havoc.  Hopefully it would keep the computer busy for at least a few
days cleaning up the mess I made.
Instead of dropping the spell like a sensible person (actually that's kind
of difficult to do...and dangerous too.  The sensory distortion can really
hurt you
when you switch from cyber telepathy to Physical sensing without heading

back

to your body first), I jumped to the top of a Ice wall and charged,

smashing

down as much of the 'maze' as I could.
I eventually did find the cache of files (and well scrambled them with a
hit from my 'mind hammer' spell). Unfortunately, to do so I over stayed my
welcome, and some of the ice caught me in a frost and ice crossfire.  I
immediately dropped the spell.
Of course, by that time they'd already hit me.
I came back to the world in a rage of frost and pain that faded to black
accompanied by Catlinites stunned face...

I next awoke to frigid cold and a fading madness of hallucinations to see
Catlin looking down at me from very close range with a concerned

expression.

"What happened to you?"  She just whispered and pulled me closer to
the 'warm' side of the universe.  (At the time I was to busy shivering to
wonder
how I'd wound up in bed with her, but I certainly noticed.)
"I....Ttttttt...tried to get into Mercuries computer..."  That got her

Kento: How many Mercuries are there? Ami... and who else?
Kit: Mamoru Chiba... Shin Mori... Rajura... Shuten...

attention...
"The Senshi?  They were here? Are you mad, bringing their attention?"
"Nnnn no.  I u-used the mind reading spell to g-go from my stuff to
hers..they were connected..I hh-had to trash hh-er copies of my

files....bbbb-

but hers had ddefenses..I..gggot caught."   There are extremes to which one
can be pushed at which little things like being in bed with the girl of

your

dreams on makes you glad for the warmth.  I was at that point;
Or maybe that's just the time when I started believing I actually had a
chance.  She'd saved my life - obviously, Mercuries computer had been able

to

send a magical attack back along the spell connection...I'd probably have
succumbed to hypothermia if she hadn't intervened.
"You attacked them? You are crazy..."
Of course, I *was* her ride home, so it was strictly within her self
interest to do so...but still, things like that can leave quite an
impression on a guy....
"I won.  That's all that matters..."
...it would probably have made more of an impression if I'd noticed her
(and my)
lack of clothes before falling asleep.

Kento: Just a teeny detail, that.
Kit: Lack of clothes? Did this turn lemony while I was... away?  Wait a
minute... lack of clothes... Skeet... Leo...

But I'd just had a very *short* day, and for some reason I was tired.
next time:
Aoi recharges his reserves while the senshi deal with the aftermath of his
attack
on the Mercury computer - new resources are tapped, and the course of
history begins to
shift in:

Power supply (& demand)

Stay tuned.

Kento: Umm... Kitiara? (he waves his hand in front of the demi-goddess's
face.
Kit: Ryoga... lack of clothes... Skeet... lack of clothes....
Kento: She may be like this for a while... G'night folks!