Reading MGNT I and the prologue to MGNT II will help _some_ of this make
sense.  }:>



   The shadows gathered around the throne of the great Dark King.  The
entire room was cloaked in darkness, casting a pall over the scene.

   Scraping and clanking could be heard from the shadowy corners of the
room.  Soul piercing groans of the dead rang out like the ticks of a
clock from the netherworld.  The whole room seemed to creak, the ill
light playing oddly against the moving floor.

   The Dark King sat on his throne and thought about revenge, death, and
the all-embracing darkness.  The darkness that caressed his soul like a
lover.  The darkness that was his friend.  The darkness... oh, who was
he kidding.

   "Who's idea was it ta put the fuse box under the floor?!" the Dark
King asked.  "I tell ya, heads will roll when I find out.  Heads will
roll!"


                    Magical Girls Nightmare Team II
                         by Pyae, the Dark Elf

                               Chapter 1:
                       Explanations Not Included

                                  ***

   Pre-dawn in Tokyo.

   The intricate, aesthetically pleasing, thought-inspiring patterns of
a Japanese rock garden, invisible in the blackness.

   The sound of dozens of tiny feet, scampering across the ground and
sand.  Rocks are moved and sand is smoothed.

   The sounds depart, the dozens of tiny feet with them.

   Dawn comes, revealing the changed patterns.  Less complex and less
stimulating, but overall... happier.

                                  ***

   "Mallet?  Check.  Bombs?  Check.  Spiritual wards, ribbons for oni
horns, holy water?  Check."

   Skuld stuffed a few more items into a nearly overflowing backpack,
leaving out the debugging mallet.

   "Never ask yourself how things could get worse.  The question is:
what haven't I prepared for?"  Skuld glanced around her room in the
temple once more.

   "Should I take Banpei along?"  Skuld thought about it for a minute
before deciding that the robot would probably attract too much
attention.  *Probably,* she glumly thought.

   "Ah!  The Anti-Pervert Gun.  Don't want to forget that."

   "You weren't planning on using that on Keiichi, were you?" Urd asked
as she slid open the door to Skuld's room.

   "Hmph!  If it works on one pervert, it'll work on all of them."
Skuld closed the backpack and pressed a button on one of the shoulder
straps.  The backpack compressed itself to the size of a small napsack.

   "Someday you'll change your mind about guys.  I just want to be there
when it happens," Urd commented with a sly smile.

   Skuld snorted as she put her mallet in place and swung the backpack
onto her shoulder.  She exited her room and passed the grinning Urd.

   She entered the temple's dining room, where Keiichi and Belldandy
were calmly eating breakfast.

   Noticing the backpack, Keiichi asked, "Going somewhere, Skuld?"

   "I'm on a mission from Kami-sama.  _If_ it's any of your business,
Keiichi."  Skuld favored Keiichi with a glare.  He went back to eating
his breakfast.

   Skuld stomped into the kitchen.

   Urd set down at the table, a quirky smile still on her face.

   Skuld's head popped back through the door.  "Don't even _think_ about
doing anything to Big Sister while I'm gone, Keiichi."  She disappeared
into the kitchen again.

   Keiichi looked at Belldandy, then at Urd.  "Is there something going
on that I should know about?"

   "No."

   Hearing the two sisters in an eerie unison gave him a feeling of
empending doom.  Something with which he had become quite familiar.

                                  ***

   Hikaru Gosunkugi turned the page of the grimoire and continued the
chant.  Candle wax continued to drip on the carpet and only a slight
breeze made its way passed the closed curtains of his open window.  The
pentagram that was traced on the carpet of his floor remained coal
black.

   Sweat ran into his eyes, causing him to blink.  He stumbled over a
few more words before he had to stop chanting altogether.  After quickly
wiping his eyes, Hikaru looked nervously at the pentagram.  Several
seconds passed and he began to relax.

   With bright flare of light, a chicken jumped out of the pentagram,
raced across the room, and jumped out of the window.

   Hikaru blinked and rubbed his eyes, trying to decide whether he had
seen a chicken or... something else.

   He didn't have much of an opportunity for just then a 1954
Studebaker, carrying several grotesque something elses, jumped out of
the pentagram, drove across the room, and through the window.  Or
rather, the wall where the window had been.

   Hikaru slowly slid the ancient tome under his dresser.

   Looking at his wrecked room, he tried to come up with an explanation
for his parents.

   *Let's see, I don't really want to tell them anything about magic or
demons, so... the film I was developing exploded?  No, I used that one
last month.  Hmm...*

   "I had a girl in my room?"

   Hikaru nodded to himself, deciding that while it didn't explain how
he got a girl into his room in the first place, the destroyed wall
certainly was a believable reaction.

                                  ***

   The various persons who have held the dubious title of Guardian of
Time over the years have all had their share of idiosyncrasies.  Setsuna
Meiou was no exception.  The psuedo-mortals who occupy this position are
supposed to watch the various timelines that unfold, shifting events
where and when necessary, making sure that the worst of possibilities do
not come to pass, and directly interfering as little as possible.

   They certainly aren't supposed to keep a couple of alternate worlds
around just for entertainment's sake.

   But hey, a girl's got to have her fun and most soap operas just don't
fit the bill when you've been around for several thousand years.

   Setsuna re-read the note from Kami-sama, involuntarily lifting one
eyebrow.

   Sweeping the Time Staff in an arc, Setsuna sent several fluctuations
of time-space energy out into the timelines.

   The hard part completed, she went to get some popcorn and a cola.

                                  ***

   A lecherous chuckle was followed by a scream of 'Pervert!' and Ataru
Moroboshi found himself embedded in the ground once more.

   "The girls are frisky today!" he noted as he removed himself from the
pavement.

   Ataru began chuckling, but stopped as he heard one of the most
terrifying things in the universe... his 'wife' on patrol.

   "Darling!"

   Ataru dashed into an alley and quickly hid in a garbage can.  Peeking
out, he watched as Lum flew by, still calling out for him.

   "What am I going to do now?" Ataru grumbled as he extracted himself
from what was, luckily, mostly paper refuse.

   A mini-Ataru with horns and a tail, wearing a red skin-tight outfit,
appeared on Ataru's left shoulder.

   "Why don't you go to the mall?  Lum probably won't look there right
away since she knows how much you hate shopping," suggested Ataru-devil.

   An even smaller version of Ataru with wings and a halo, wearing a
white robe, appeared on his right shoulder.

   "You should go back home.  Didn't you hear the agony in her voice?
Lum and your family are worried about you," Ataru-angel said.

   "Don't listen to him!  It's your duty as a member of the male half to
make sure that all girls feel wanted and attractive!"

   Ataru's grin began to widen and Ataru-angel seemed to shudder and
shrink.

   A third figure appeared, sitting on Ataru's head.  This one was a
blond female with a pair of lines on her forehead in a 'V' shape,
wearing a very revealing outfit.

   "Don't listen to either of those idiots.  I've heard that the girls
near Furinkan are even more beautiful than those that go to Tomobiki.
And they are much more tolerant toward... shall we say 'virile' men."

   "Really?" asked Ataru.

   "Sure!  There are men that live near Furinkan whom everyone knows are
some of the biggest lechers in Tokyo, but nobody ever beats them up."

   "Sounds like my kind of place!"  Ataru's mind made up, the miniature
versions of him disappeared.  The female demon remained.

   Ataru bounded down the street toward the Furinkan section of the
Nerima ward.  Marler grinned.  She'd accomplished her orders and she
hadn't even had to lie... much.

                                  ***

   One of the most basic problems with Magic is that it can't be
destroyed.  It can be gathered, used, or just left alone.  The last
option is _almost_ always the wisest.  But it can't be destroyed.  Call
it the Law of Conservation of Magic.  Call it one of the Fundamentals of
the Universe.  Call it what you will, just don't call it Fred; Magic and
its associates tend to be very sensitive.

   Take the Tokyo Tower for instance.

   After being exposed to countless battles involving Magic, the Tokyo
Tower was saturated with residual Magic.  Magic that nobody had ever
bothered to collect or use.  This was one reason why so many events
occurred at the Tokyo Tower.  Magic attracts Magic.  The problem with
being saturated is that the smallest addition, the tiniest bit more, and
_something_ would have to happen.

   With a puff of red smoke, a being appeared on top of Tokyo Tower to
look over the city and watch his handiwork in action.

   A sentience came to life.  A powerful one.  One which could look
through time and see that which had been and that which would come.

   Said sentience would have sweatdropped if its body hadn't been
composed of steel girders.