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*GASP!*
My god, it's some plot related stuff! But first, one more Azumanga Daioh-inspired scene.


[setting: the soup kitchen]

Brass: You know, I just noticed something about this food.

Koe: What's that? Nothing bad, right?

Brass: Well, no, it's all very good... there's sashimi, there's udon, there's rice and there's all these different vegetables, but-- where's the meat?

Koe: *laughs*

Brass: Nan ya?

Koe: It's a Friday in Lent, silly!

Brass: Lent? ÂÂ

Koe: Yes, Lent! It's forty days before Easter... you don't eat meat on Fridays during Lent, and usually you give up something as a sort of sacrifice until Easter comes along. In my case, I gave up reading manga.

Brass: ...you are frickin' crazy, you know that? You're giving up manga and meat. Sweet, precious meat! You know how much that goes for in my part of town?

Koe: Well, not everybody has to do it. It's like Kosher is for the Jewish, except with more exceptions. For example... how old are you?

Brass: Five hundred.

Koe: *blink* Uh. Okay, that exception doesn't apply to you.

Brass: I damn well don't need any exceptions. I don't subscribe to your religion!

Koe: ...point.

*And with that, it's time to get serious!*

---

[setting: a rooftop overlooking the city]

*Perched on a ledge is a familiar figure, chuckling to himself...*

Choirmaster: Ah, what a great city. So many people to terrorize, and if I run into trouble, I can just move on to some other part of it! I love infinity! XD

Voice: Enjoy what you can for now. It's going to be the last pleasure you ever feel.

Choirmaster: *turning* Who..?

*He turns to face a pile of golden goo, which rises and coalesces into the familiar form of Hikaru.*

Hikaru: *glares*

Choirmaster: *relaxing* Ah, you. I remember you. You're that... plaything the Demiurge picked up for her son when he was little. What was it you were called, again? Hikari?

Hikaru: Hikaru.

Choirmaster: Right. Look, dear, why don't you just run along before somebody gets hurt?

Hikaru: I'm afraid you underestimate me.

Choirmaster: Really. What's a little shrimp like you going to do?

Hikaru: I'm here to send you to your final rest. Never again will you terrorize this world...

Choirmaster: *smirking* Oh really... *draws his sword* Well, then, let's see you handle this!

*He leaps at Hikaru and begins slashing at it in a frenzy. Hikaru does not move, however, and is promptly cut up into a thousand pieces.*

Choirmaster: *panting* ...heh. That was way too easy.

Hikaru: Indeed it was.

Choirmaster: *eyes widening* Huh?

*The bloody pieces begin to shimmer, then fly together into one big lump. It suddenly blows up in a giant golden bubble, which reforms into the shape of a giant snake-like dragon with purple and white feathers.*

Choirmaster: *staring with shock* You... you...

Hikaru: I am more than a mere 'plaything', you old fool. I am of the Mayu, a once proud and strong race. Swords cannot destroy me. Cut me into a million pieces, scatter them across the globe... and it's nothing to me. I will reform.

Choirmaster: *twitches* Fine, then... I'll just have to... *glances about* ....RUN!

*He leaps across the alleyway, running across the rooftops. But Hikaru simply flaps its wings, flies up overhead, and lands again directly in Choirmaster's path.*

Hikaru: That's not going to work, you know.

Choirmaster: ...shit.

*And Hikaru proceeds to rip into Choirmaster like a piece of tissue paper. I leave this part up to your superior imaginations.*

*Hikaru tosses him to one side, and prepares to deliver the final blow...*

*...when out of nowhere, a giant fireball flies up and hits it at the base of its neck, catching it on fire. Hikaru flails about, screaming in absolute agony, and stumbles over the edge of the alley, melting into goo as it falls and finally splattering across the pavement.*

Choirmaster: ...what?

*A female figure flies down to his side, kneeling. Her face is obscured, but she has long, flowing white hair, and wears a simple housewife's dress. She lifts up his bloodied head and cradles it in her arms on top on her lap.*

Woman: Daijoubu. Daijoubu desu... *she brushes some hair out of his face* ...my Choirmaster.

*He looks up at her, and his eyes widen with perfect, absolute shock and recognition...*

Choirmaster: Okaa-sama...

---

[setting: the church]

*There is a knocking at the church door.*

Emilia: *running to answer it* Hmmmm, hmmm, wonder who it is this time...

*She opens the door, and a half-formed, half-goo Hikaru spills through the door, clutching its shoulder with one formed hand. The parts of it that are formed are severely burned...*

Hikaru: Help... me...

Emilia: *covering her mouth* Oh my God... *runs* Miyu-sama! Koe-san!


...and that's all of it. Whew! Not exactly how I foreshadowed things would go, but eh. Unexpected stuff is good!