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Aishiteru Means I Love You	By : MelissaMaxwell Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 5298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lexington opened the door to the exam room to find Staghart sitting on one of the exam tables, sucking on a lollipop. "Oh, hello, Lex!" he said cheerfully. "Look! The doctor gave me a nice lolly!" He licked it suggestively. "Would you like to lick my lolly, Lex?"
"Uh, no thank you." Lex took a seat next to him. He noticed that the hasty field dressing he had given his lover was replaced by a more professional one of sterile gauze. "How are you feeling?"
"Well, I'm really glad you're here, Lex!" said Amp. "I need you to help me find my legs."
"What?"
"My legs. They're about this long." Amp held his hands far apart. "Covered in white fur and have hooves at the end. Very distinctive. Hope I find them soon."
"Um...they're right here." Lex patted Amp's thigh.
"Oh.../there/ they are!" laughed Amp. "Had me worried a minute." He nibbled on his lollipop. "Ooh, made it to the Tootsie Rolls!" He chewed on them a bit. "What happened to your shoulder?" Lex's shoulder had been dislocated by the hammer blow. Chiyo set and bandaged it for him.
"Uh, it's nothing." Lex said. /He must be high./ Lex thought. /He doesn't seem to remember seeing a gargoyle die for us less than an hour ago. Well, he's probably happier that way./ "Amp? What did the doctor give you?"
Amp chewed on the Tootsie Roll he bit off the stick. "He shaved my fur." he said sadly.
"Only a little." Lex figured Kimura probably had to shave a bit of fur off to do the stitches.
"It's gonna itch like hell when it grows back. Then he stuck me with a needle fulla...uh...covanane, or something. I wished you were there, Lex. I'm such a baby with needles."
Lex took Amp's hand. "Hey, I'm here now." he said comfortingly. "He give you anything else?"
"Just these pretty little pills." Amp giggled. "He said I had a hump on my lead."
"You mean a lump on your head?"
"That's what I said, ittin't is? I still got it?"
Lex looked at the back of Amp's head. There was a very noticeable swelling. "Yeah. Does it hurt?"
"No. I don't really...really feel...any...." Amp yawned and shook his head. "Whoa! What just happened?"
"You just yawned."
"Oh. I must be tired then." He yawned again. "Whoa. Everything's all...fuzzy and...floaty. Is this what...feelin'....sleepy's like?"
"Yeah." Lex remembered the doctor's warning. "Amp? Amp, maybe we should, uh, go for a walk or something."
"Too tired." Amp said hollowly. "How...how do humans deal....with feeling like this...ev...every night?" His speech was interrupted with yawns.
"Come on, Amp." Lex pulled him to his feet. "A little walk around the room to pep you up." /Maybe I can find him some coffee or something./
"I'm so tired...." Amp mumbled as he stumbled about, leaning on Lex.
"Well, try talking about something to get your mind off it."
Amp smiled at him. "We could talk about how sexy you look wearing nothing but hakama."

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Chiyo finished taping up the dressing on Angela's wound. Broadway opened one eye, unable to watch the procedure that had just been performed on his beloved, but willing to hold her hand and comfort her through it. "How are you feeling?" Broadway asked.
"It didn't really hurt." she said. "The Novocain shot hurt more than the actual stitches did." Angela poked at her injured arm. "Funny. I can barely feel it at all."
Chiyo opened a glass jar. "Okashi?" she offered. "Ah! Gomen!" she quickly put the jar back on the shelf when she realized that the jar was full of dog biscuits. She presented another one full of gumdrops.
"No, thank you." said Angela. Chiyo motioned the jar at her, insisting she take one. "Well, alright." Angela took a gumdrop.
"Ah, I'll have one." Broadway nibbled away at a gumdrop. Chiyo offered one to Shinju, who was sitting nearby with her head bandaged up. Shinju was about to reach for one when Dr. Kimura opened the door and said something in rapid Japanese to Chiyo.
"Hai!" Chiyo put aside the jar and quickly ran out of the room. Shinju looked horrified as she completely forgot all about the gumdrops.
"Shinju?" Broadway put a hand on her shoulder. "What is it?"
He was trying to comfort her, she could tell that much. What to say? She wasn't quite sure how to explain what was happening in Japanese. (Damn her loathing of science.) Explaining in her broken English would be impossible. She pointed her finger like a gun. "A gun?" Broadway correctly guessed. Shinju made punching moves with her fists. "Fighting over the gun?" Broadway guessed. Shinju brought her hand in gun shape to her torso and shouted "Don!" Broadway looked confused. "Do we know anyone named Don?"
"I think that's how they say 'Bang' over here." Angela suggested.
"Chiyo-Chan..." said Shinju. "She go...Yuri...." Shinju cupped both hands over her mouth and nose and imitated heavy breathing.
Angela and Broadway looked at each other. What was Shinju trying to say? "Um....Darth Vader?" Broadway asked. Shinju stared at him coldly. Angela gave him a light slap on the shoulder.
"Oisha-San Kimura...Yuri...." Shinju picked up one of the tongue depressors and mimicked using sawing motions with it.
"He's going out for Popsicles?" Broadway guessed. Shinju shook her head, recognizing the word 'Popsicles'. She grabbed her head when she realized moving it hurt. Then, she got another idea for a pantomime. She poked Broadway in the center of the chest while making buzzing noises. "Uh...OK, I'm lost."
"It looks like she's playing that game," said Angela. "The one with that man with the glowing red nose. Operation?" Shinju nodded and pointed at Angela. "Operation?" Angela repeated. "Is that what you're trying to say?"
"Oh, I get it!" Broadway smiled as he finally put it all together. "She's trying to tell us that Yuri got shot and needs an operation!" His smile quickly became a frown. "That's...not good." he realized.
"Oh, I'm sure the Kimura's will be able to help her." said Angela. She got off the table. "In the meantime, we got Quarrymen to fight."
"Angela! You can't!" Broadway protested. "You're hurt."
"It's my off arm anyway and the Novocain is starting to wear off." she said. "Shinju should probably stay. Chiyo said it was just a flesh wound, but she lost a lot of blood."
"So did you!"
"Head wounds bleed more. I'm fine." Angela walked to the door.
"You can't even glide with that hole in your wing!"
"I don't intend to glide, I intend to fight."
"I'm coming with you." he said, knowing it was pointless to argue with her once her mind was made up. Angela smiled and nodded before she walked out the door. Broadway paused to look Shinju's way. He pointed in the direction Angela had just departed and twirled a finger around his ear while making a funny face. "She's crazy!" he wanted to tell her.
Shinju cocked an eyebrow. Why did Burodawei-San want to make a phone call?

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Wallace awoke in a war zone. Everything was fire, shouts, gunshots, bestial roars, sparking hammers and flying bodies. A Sparking hammer nearly landed on him. "I'm on your side, idiot!" he snapped at the Quarryman who had been careless enough to drop it while swinging.
"Sorry, Rev!" The Quarryman tried to retrieve it, only to be swooped down on by a gargoyle bearing sai. /Truly, this is Hell./ Walters thought, just before rolling out of the way of another volley of a Malotov cocktail. Walters crouched in the brush, clutching his gun close. This was too dangerous. Twice already he had nearly been injured by friendly fire and his head was throbbing from that blow. A quick check told him that, yes, he was bleeding. The tell tale smell of alcohol told him what had been in the bottle he had been smashed with. Well, of course these demons would have alcohol. What else could be expected of them? He tore his hood for a make-shift bandage and went into the village. He remembered the doctor from his last visit all those years ago. An educated man who stayed up all night with him discussing the Bible. Even prayed with him a few times. Surely such a man would not be in league with demons.
He would have to be cautious. No telling how many of these monsters there were or where they'd be hiding. Walters stayed close to buildings, listening carefully and checking each corner before he turned it. He quickly hid himself behind a corner when he saw two of them coming down the street. One of them reminded Walters of a blue, bloated tick. A parasite that needed to be dashed to bits before it devoured the innocent! The other was most definitely female, an exotic beauty with a delicate, heart-shaped face, sable hair tumbled about in an erotic frame, her torn garment revealing tempting bits of lavender flesh. No! She was a succubus, a tempter of man's baser desires. Worse, she was a potential vessel for the creation of more demons. Perhaps sired by that ugly, fat demon. Walters was reminded of passages from Revelation about demons, dragons and the Whore of Babylon. Walters found himself reciting one such passage.
"And they worshiped the dragon," Walters recited as he approached them, training his gun on the two gargoyles. "And they worshiped the dragon which gave power unto the beast: and they worshiped the beast, saying, 'Who is like unto the beast? who is able to make war with him?'" The blue one bared his fangs, eyes glowing white. The female only quirked a quizzical brow at him. "I can answer the question posed by the prophecy!" Walters said proudly. "Me! I will defeat you beasts!"
"All things were made by him;" the female said. "and without him was not any thing made that was made."
"What's this now?" Walters said quizzically, slightly lowering his gun, but keeping his finger on the trigger.
"A passage from John." she replied. "Care to hear a bit of Colossians 1:16? 'All things were created by him, and /for/ him.' Destroy us, and you're depriving your Boss of His prerogative. I suggest you think long and hard about that. Sir."
Walters smiled and took a step forward. "Well played." he complimented her. "However, even the Devil could quote a Psalm for his own purpose. And certainly the Devil could take a pleasing shape. Even if you are most certainly not in God's image, you are quite an attractive temptation." He toyed with a loose lock of her hair, finding it soft and fragrant. He didn't have much time to enjoy it. An enormous blue hand snapped onto his, bruising skin and cracking bones in a slow, painful squeeze. The other hand locked onto the wrist of the hand holding his gun. The pain made Walters drop his weapon as he screamed in agony.
"I don't like guns as a rule." Broadway said, his eyes glowing. "I like them even less when you threaten my mate with one! Touching her was the worst mistake you ever made!" Walters fell to the ground gasping in pain as his arms fell limply to his sides, the hands broken and useless. Broadway picked up the gun and crumpled it like so much paper. "You read the Bible, Angela?" His tone switched to casual as he tossed away the destroyed weapon. "I'm impressed. I looked at it and just felt too intimidated. It makes Shakespeare look like /Hop on Pop/."
"I find parts of it useful." Angela said as she walked away with him.
/Next time, demons..../ Walters told himself. /Next time, I won't be so distracted! Lord, forgive my weakness!/

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Castaway tried to bring his hammer down on Yama only to be parried by his katana. "Step away from my sister, demon!" Castaway demanded.
"You will not come near her!" Yama said as he fought back, his eyes glowing from battle rage. "I forbid it!"
"You dare forbid me, monster?" Castaway struck Yama in the side. Yama was stunned for a moment, but it was a moment long enough for Castaway to raise his hammer, aiming for a head strike. Suddenly, he fell backwards when a bowling ball struck him in the gut, causing him to fall and drop his hammer.
"Never thought I'd spend my wedding day bowling for Quarrymen." said Robyn, huffing with anger and exertion.
"You'd strike your own brother, Robyn?"
"Jason is my only brother!"
"Have it your way!" He spoke into a transistor on his wrist. "Thirty-Sixes, Order Gamma!" The sound of choppers could be heard in the distance, becoming louder. "I did not wish to do this to you sister, but you leave me no choice! Those choppers contain cyanide gas bombs, which they will drop on this town. All gargoyles and gargoyle lovers will be destroyed! So will a few of my Quarrymen, but to make an omelette...."
"Harry!" Robyn screamed.
"On it!" With Matrix providing him with power armor, Dingo was suddenly rocketing into the sky. He wasn't sure if he and Matrix could take on five choppers at once, but damn if he wouldn't try. While he and Matrix neutralized one of the helicopters and several cyanide bombs, a rope ladder extended from a low flying one. Castaway grabbed it.
"Beatrice!" Castaway called out. She turned to him, her mask lost in the fight, to be scooped up in his arms as he made his hasty retreat. "Have a happy honeymoon in Hell, Sister!" Castaway called out as they flew away.
"Johnny," panted Beatrice as the helicopter raised them higher. "You told me you had a plan for anything, but I wasn't quite expecting this."
"You aren't mad that I kept this from you?"
"What about the others?"
"They knew this mission would be dangerous when they took it." Castaway said. "If they survive, they're welcome back. If not, they were martyrs to the cause. But I could not make you a martyr, my dear Beatrice. You're much too precious. For you, my dear, are the hope of humanity, the vessel of future generations. If you'll be my bride."
"Oh, Johnny!" She tossed off his hood, clung to him even tighter and kissed him. He held her with one arm, using the other to grasp the rope ladder that carried them over the mountains in the moonlight.
"There's too many of them!" Dingo yelled desperately. Even letting one bomb detonate would be disastrous.
"I could create a dome to cover the entire village." said Matrix. "But I do not think you wish to be dropped from this altitude."
"Let him go, Matrix!" Yama was circling in the air just below them. "I'll catch him!"
"This is gonna suuuuuuuuuuuck!" Dingo yelled as he fell through the air. True to his word, Yama caught Dingo as Matrix stretched his molecules to create a gigantic mirrored dome over the village. Yama landed near the reception area and set Dingo down. Dingo stood up straight and fixed the bow tie that had come loose. He smoothed down his tuxedo and said "Eat yer heart out, James Bond."
"Harry!" Robyn screamed as she ran to him.
"Robyn!" He picked her up in his arms and swung her around before kissing her.

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"Yuri? Yuri...." Kimura said gently as the light green gargoyle started to open her eyes. "Yuri, can you hear me?" She grunted. "How do you feel?"
"Pretty fucked up, to tell the truth."
"Yuri, you're recovering from surgery." Kimura told her. "Then gunshot do you remember?"
"Hai...Shinju...where is Shinju?"
"I'm right here, koshi." Shinju took Yuri's hand. "I'm alright. And you're going to be alright too."
Yuri smiled and squeezed her mate's hand. "Doctor, can I still bear an egg?"
Kimura smiled. "Missed your ovaries by that much." he said, holding his thumb and index finger an inch apart. "In layman's terms, I took out the bullet, stapled you shut and gave you a transfusion." He smiled. "I knew having a few pints of gargoyle blood in the freezer would be a good idea. I'll leave you be." Kimura left the room for the waiting room to see if there were any more injuries. No one was there. Even that Maxwell fellow was gone. He heard someone shouting outside his door, shouting for him.
"Kimura!" yelled the voice. "Tohru Kimura! Let me in! Ika naka seteyo!" There was no knocking, and Kimura was sure he recognized the voice. He opened the door to see a man he had not seen in years and hoped never to see again wearing a Quarryman's robes with the mask tied into a makeshift bandage on his head. His hands hung limply. "Help me, Kimura! Those monsters, they attacked me!"
"Uh, come in, Reverend." He looked at the wrists. "They're broken, alright. Come this way." He led him down the hall, hoping Lexington and Staghart had vacated the exam room. He opened the door to find out they hadn't. In fact, they were both lying back on the exam table, naked, each of them enjoying a Tootsie Pop like it was a post coital cigarette.
"You said do whatever I had to do, Doc." Lex said, gesturing with the lollipop. "By the way, I put the new samples in your freezer."
"What's going on here?" Walters shouldered past the doctor and saw two naked, plainly male gargoyles. The ones from the video. "Jesus help me...." Walters whispered as he fainted away.

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Dingo and Robyn sat on the futon in their room. Dingo touched Robyn's hand. "Sweetheart," he said. "I know this wasn't how you wanted your wedding to be. I know you're upset now, and you've a right to. So...if you wanna, y'know, put off the whole consumation thing, I'll under...." He was cut off as Robyn pounced on him with a searing kiss and practically ripped his tuxedo off.

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A/N: I Am Telgar, you got your wish! Thanks for the inspiration, it broke my writer's block. Couldn't kill Castaway. He's the Big Bad. He has to be able to return. I won't have the confrontation you suggested with the Buddhist monk because Buddhists aren't very big into actively converting people, for one. Everyone is seen as having their own path that they must choose. For another, Ishimura is more Shintoist, and then mostly for the purpose of having something to do on New Year's.
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