That threw Tannim's mind into a whirlwind of thoughts that caused
Belldandy to wince.  "Please think a little more quietly," she begged.

Heheh.

The biggest change in his collection was the large set of Skysaber
DVDs.  Roughly pound for pound Undocumented Features took up the
number of Robotech DVDs Tannim had.  The Bet replaced Ranma.  Twisted
Path.  Heart of Sugar.  The list went on.

O_o;;

Now that the situation had calmed down somewhat, Belldandy giggled.
"You're very confusing, but also interesting, aren't you?"

Heh!

"Oh, could I?"  The happy, glee-filled smile lit up the room, and the
young man swore he was blinded for a moment.  He nodded.

Soon Belldandy was cheerfully fragging aliens while playing Halo 2.

*brain crashes to BSOD*

She was really absorbed too; the look of concentration was cute.

"Die, motherfuckers!"

@_@;;

*brain spontaneously explodes, implodes, superplodes, and contraplodes all
at once*

The blush deepened.  "Stop, you're embarrassing me.  Besides," her
blush faded as she sighed.  "No boy would be interested in a girl like
me."

She obviously doesn't understand otaku much.

'Those, BASTARDS!'  "Don't you ever listen to anyone saying anything
like that, ever again!"  Tannim ordered.  "They don't know what the
Heaven they're talking about."

Belldandy smiled with real warmth.  "Thanks Tannim.  I wish I had a
boyfriend as nice as you."

"I wish you did too," he replied sincerely.

Ut-oh.

After the blue lights stopped swirling around, and the beam stopped
shooting, Belldandy slumped to the couch.  DVDs were scattered
throughout the entire apartment.  The young man got up and approached
the Goddess, trying to get a good look at her without actually
touching her.

Oh, go on, cop a feel...

"In essence, you just wished that I would always have a boyfriend of
good quality for the rest of my existence."  Tears began to fall again
as she looked away.

I fail to see the problem here...

"Well, let's face it.  I'm not Tuxedo Mask."  At her blank look, he
continued.  "You're a little bit under the legal age limit."

Bah. Think outside the box. :P

"Yes."  Belldandy looked very chipper compared to just a few moments
ago.  She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.  "I'll see you when I'm
older."

That was...rather anticlimactic.

This also brought Tannim to his next set of troublesome thoughts.  He
was in some sort of reality in which Belldandy was real.  It was quite
possible that the Makoto Kino of the mall was in fact the real Makoto
Kino, and Tannim had a sneaking suspicion that Ranma was alive in well
in Nerima.

Yep, starting to catch on now...

"I don't think we've officially met, by the way.  I'm Tannim, Tannim
Murphy."  He held out a hand to shake.

"Yeah, I know, you're the new hire.  Rick Rockwaller, at your
service."  The boy returned the gesture.  "Bonnie's little brother."

*FACEFAULT* So NOT!

Meanwhile, on Makoto's left, the redhead was pulling out an old-style
police baton.  In a set of clothes that could barely be called decent
her spaghetti-strap top clung tightly to her ample bosom, and her very
tight and short pants left nothing to the imagination.  She gave the
baton an experimental twirl one would expect from an experienced tonfa
user.

Tannim gulped.  "Better tell the old man I'm coming in hot."

In more ways than one! *rimshot*

"You're pretty fast," he muttered.  He glanced up from his position on
the ground.  "Neon pink panties definitely suit you."

Not the smartest of things to say in this situation.

Tannim blinked.  "Bonnie Rockwaller from Kim Possible is leading a
tribe of Amazon Warrior Mallrats?"  It fit.  It really fit, Tannim had
to admit to himself.

No kidding. X_X

"You know my sister?  She hates Kim Possible.  It's originally why she
started the group in the first place.  She wanted to be the villain to
finally defeat that international super-spy teen."  Rick chuckled.
"But she never went farther than conquering the mall."

THAT fits too.

"You there!  Boy!"  A strange voice cried out from behind Tannim.  He
spun around only to be greeted by one of the foulest stenches he could
recall in recent memory.  It was akin to a bucket of rotting fish set
on fire, and then that fire being put out with urine.

I'm glad I decided to wait on dinner until I finished reading this. XP

"You!  Your aura!  You are a Child of Destiny!"

Sure, that's what all the other smelly old hobos say...

Now Tannim was stumped.  Here was someone obviously insane, but it
sounded like it was the kind of insanity that was catching.  He asked
the obvious question: "You know martial arts?"

"Of course not!  Do I look like someone who has any sort of useful
skills?"  The hobo snapped.

*SNRK*

it deep in there, too!  Right under my armpit, so it wouldn't get
lost.  Aha!"  He pulled out the booklet.  It was little more than an
oversized pamphlet, with the words 'Cheater's Guide To Becoming A
Really Powerful Martial Artist.'

Reeks of, among other things, Nadenade Publishing House...

Tannim hadn't noticed the old guy leave, because the stench seemed to
stay behind.  "Gah!  How much can one person reek?"

Depends on how long they've been dead...

After half an hour, the martial arts pamphlet glowed from its position
on the nightstand.

Ut-oh...

"Is this a dream?"  Tannim muttered in shock.

"Yeah, but don't worry, it still hurts.  That's how you know you're
learning."  The maniac grin, as well as the ominous cracking of
knuckles, filled the young man with a sense of dread.

Heheheheheheheheh...

"The hell?  What did I do last night...?"  He weakly tried to sit up,
before giving up and slumping back down.  Every single muscle in his
body felt like a lead weight.  "Damn.  What happened to me?"

Very Fucked-Up Things(TM)...

Hooway! \o.o/


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