You know, it's really a wonder nobody's done something like this yet. I mean, it's really rather obvious, when you think about it. There's been various hints and all in some fics, but that mainly involved the Kyuubi.
Not here. Nope. Where's the fun in that?
Alright, she admitted to herself.
Again.
Things _could_ get worse. In fact, they did.
The first time she'd thought that, the annoying pest of an angel had shown up.
No common sense at all, enough 'good will' to give her permanent cavities, the works.
And not only was the little twerp still alive, she was actually ... fitting in. As scary as that was.
That, in retrospect, should have been a hint right there.
Then came the pig. The vampire. The ... ugh ... _humans_ ... how disgusting.
Still, things weren't totally hopeless. The interruptions had resulted in a strangely loyal bunch of retainers ... she was almost aghast to realize that she counted herself among their number.
Memories, schmemorier, he was _still_ managing to mess with her head.
In and of itself, though, things hadn't been too bad. Or at least she'd gotten used to the flow of them.
The familar sounds echoed in the castle's corridor, giving advanced notice of those approaching ... and grating oh so terribly on her fragile hearing.
About the only two redeeming qualities the newest ... addition ... had were that he wasn't an angel or a human ... well, not entirely ... and that he was less a fighter and more a force of nature once he let said nature take its course.
Sadly, this wasn't enough to offset the rest ...
And *shudder* the Prince actually _liked_ him. Or hated him. Or ... well, to tell the truth, once she'd gotten over the initial irritation the arrival of this latest buttsore caused, she'd realized he and the Prince had a lot in common ...
Whereupon they proceeded to display that 'Like draws to like' was not true at all.
The arguments, the shouting, the occasional explosion ... if they weren't both guys she'd have had them pegged for an old married couple.
*Urk*
Right. _That_ mental image had to go. It had to go now! It had to be hunted down and shot, repeatedly.
The arguing voices came closer, and she proceeded to try hard to clense her mind ... by virtue of introducing her head to the table she'd been sitting at.
They were at _that_ particular arguement again, and bickering like children all the while ...
Etna winced, extracted her industrial strength earplugs from the pouch at her belt, and tried to ignore their ineffectiveness as two voices rose over the din of the eatery, heralding doom to any and all foodstuffs in the vicinity as they declared:
"Overlord!"
"No! Hokage!"
"Overlord!"
"Hokage!"
"Overlord! Overlord! Overlord!"
"Hokage! Hokage! Ho..."
And so it went. Another day in the Netherworld.
Kami have mercy on their eardrums.
Whaaaaat?!
It fits.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
Not here. Nope. Where's the fun in that?
Alright, she admitted to herself.
Again.
Things _could_ get worse. In fact, they did.
The first time she'd thought that, the annoying pest of an angel had shown up.
No common sense at all, enough 'good will' to give her permanent cavities, the works.
And not only was the little twerp still alive, she was actually ... fitting in. As scary as that was.
That, in retrospect, should have been a hint right there.
Then came the pig. The vampire. The ... ugh ... _humans_ ... how disgusting.
Still, things weren't totally hopeless. The interruptions had resulted in a strangely loyal bunch of retainers ... she was almost aghast to realize that she counted herself among their number.
Memories, schmemorier, he was _still_ managing to mess with her head.
In and of itself, though, things hadn't been too bad. Or at least she'd gotten used to the flow of them.
The familar sounds echoed in the castle's corridor, giving advanced notice of those approaching ... and grating oh so terribly on her fragile hearing.
About the only two redeeming qualities the newest ... addition ... had were that he wasn't an angel or a human ... well, not entirely ... and that he was less a fighter and more a force of nature once he let said nature take its course.
Sadly, this wasn't enough to offset the rest ...
And *shudder* the Prince actually _liked_ him. Or hated him. Or ... well, to tell the truth, once she'd gotten over the initial irritation the arrival of this latest buttsore caused, she'd realized he and the Prince had a lot in common ...
Whereupon they proceeded to display that 'Like draws to like' was not true at all.
The arguments, the shouting, the occasional explosion ... if they weren't both guys she'd have had them pegged for an old married couple.
*Urk*
Right. _That_ mental image had to go. It had to go now! It had to be hunted down and shot, repeatedly.
The arguing voices came closer, and she proceeded to try hard to clense her mind ... by virtue of introducing her head to the table she'd been sitting at.
They were at _that_ particular arguement again, and bickering like children all the while ...
Etna winced, extracted her industrial strength earplugs from the pouch at her belt, and tried to ignore their ineffectiveness as two voices rose over the din of the eatery, heralding doom to any and all foodstuffs in the vicinity as they declared:
"Overlord!"
"No! Hokage!"
"Overlord!"
"Hokage!"
"Overlord! Overlord! Overlord!"
"Hokage! Hokage! Ho..."
And so it went. Another day in the Netherworld.
Kami have mercy on their eardrums.
Whaaaaat?!
It fits.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm