Thursday, May 29, 2014

In Gods' Good Time: Chapter Five of an Angel Beats Fan Fiction Story

In God's Good Time: Chapter Five of an Angel Beats Fan Fiction Story


C V Ford

Chapter 5: One Step Beyond the Outer Limits of the Twilight Zone

As Battlefront members filtered in, Yuri sat at the desk examining Takayamas' supplied printout. On either side, Hinata and Takamatsu reading over her shoulder.

"Wow! I knew this guy was old but ... 1954? He's gotta be in his 60s! I thought late 20s, early 30s."

"Keep in mind Yuri," Hinata interjected. "Some of us were in our early 20s before coming here ... college or workforce. Cha was even married, remember?"

"It MIGHT be something of a stretch for a much older person to arrive younger," Takamatsu speculated, "but not inconsistent."

"Uh ... Why THIS guy?" Asked Oyama from a center couch.

"And why non-Asian? ... An American at that!" Noda asked from across the room.

Glances went their way. Good questions.

"Let's see ...," Yuri continued. "James B. Duffy, age 62 (Geez!), born August 8, 1954, Mt. Vernon, Ohayo-"

"That's Ohio," Takamatsu corrected, "-OUCH!"

"I knew that," Yuri replied giving a sharp kick to the ankle. "August ... 8 ... what's ... oh ..."

Her face darkened somewhat on noting the date then she went on, "race Caucasian, height 5'9", hair grey to dk brown, eyes hazel ... weight ... This photo's misleading. This guy's nowhere this old looking-"

"Maybe he doesn't photograph well ..."

Yuri looked at Oyama with a disapproving look. Desk and distance in the way so a boot to the head was out. She looked back at the sheet.

"Previous residence, 24 Darlington Blvd., Westerville, Ohay- ... Ohio. Previous occupation, Building and Grounds Maintenance, Otterbein College, Westerville, Ohio. No military experience."

"Says here," Hinata chimed in. "Hobbies include reading, history, shortwave radio listening, hunting, fishing, hiking, movie collecting, shooting sports."

"Hunting, fishing, hiking ... shooting sports," Takamatsu emphasized.

"Might mean trouble Yuri," cautioned Hinata.

"Or a help," countered Yuri.


"In any event," Takamatsu continued, "help or hindrance, he should be starting off as 'naked' as we did."

"Go on," prodded Yuri.

"Though he seems to be taking investigative action he also seems somewhat confused. It's obvious he's just as much in the dark as any of us were on getting here."

"You'd think Angel would have tried to contact him by now," Yuri thought aloud. "Why hasn't she?"

"Maybe it's because he's moving around so much?"

The three looked up at Oyama.

"You actually DO have a brain!" The Battlefront leader exclaimed. "Very good! Don't try too hard though."

Oyama didn't know wether to be pleased or chagrined so kept quiet.

"He certainly HAS been on the move. Whenever we have seen him, he's been taking notes, observing. Asking questions ... or trying to, " Hinata stated.

"Since the NPCs are purposefully vague, and the word out to our own people and the non-aligned to avoid him," Takamatsu paused, "then there's our own native insularity in regard to foreigners ..."

Yusa, who had been quiet all this time said, "the only ones I've seen trying to talk with him was Sakaki and a couple of the other girls."


"They hadn't gotten the word yet but Matsushita called them over and clued them in."

"Why not actually talk to him?" Oyama again. "I mean, he's confused ... yet probably knows someone's watching yet avoiding him. He hasn't tried talking with US yet ... maybe we should try first."

Everyone in the room stared at the diminutive one as if he pulled a mortal faux pas. He got more nervous than usual.

"I ... I mean ... We all know how scared and confused each of us were when we got here ... Hinata had trouble deciding wether I was real or not ..."

"I know. I still have my doubts about you-OW!"

As Yuri still was not close enough to whack Oyama, Hinatas' ankle would do.

"All the same," she thought, "he does have a point."

"Maybe it WAS a mistake to hold off," Yuri speculated. "At the moment we have something else to attend to before deciding on this guy."

"Meaning ... our meal ticket situation?" Hinata asked.

"Meaning exactly that ... He would have to come at such an inconvenient time ..."

An uttered "No god, no buddhas, no angels" was heard as Shiina, Matsushita, and Fujimaki entered.

"Good news!" Exclaimed Matsushita. "Shiina got the goods on the gaijin."

"She tracked him where he lives!" Fujimaki chimed in.

"Where exactly?" Yuri asked.

"Residential apartments, building 4," Shiina answered. "Spotted him crossing the south creek bridge and followed him back to the apartments."

"What was he doing?"

"Looking around, taking notes  ... was really intent on staying inside the forests' edge ... like he didn't want to be seen."

"Probably looking for a nonexistent main entrance or any road out," speculated Takamatsu.

"He even climbed that metal tower back of the dorms. Had ... ," the ninja pointed to an object on the desk, "... one of those things ... only smaller."

"Binoculars?" Yuri glanced at the 57 mm pair on the desk. "Notepads, pens, etc. can be gotten here easily enough but ... binoculars?"

"He couldn't have arrived with those," said Hinata. "If He's to be working for Building and Grounds he must have gotten them from that department."

"That has to be it," said Yuri, others nodding in agreement. "None of us got here with anything but empty pockets. In school uniform at that.

"You did a great job Shiina," Yuri continued. "We know a little more about him than before. He may have pulled a fast one on you though-"

"Oh!?" The ninja girls' face darkened. She KNEW she had been utmost in concealing herself. She was more than certain he didn't see her trailing him.

"He knows something's going on. Maybe thinks it's us, someone anyway. How did you see him enter Res. 4. Did he use a key card?"

"Key card? One of those ... Oh! No he ... Another worker was using his and he went in as the door was opened. Damn! ... He knew I was following!"

"Possibly not," said Takamatsu. "The way he's been acting, he probably did it as a precaution ... a routine he's figuring out."

"It says here," the Battlefront leader held up the hacked personnel papers, "he lives in Res. 2."

"You were right Shiina," Fujimaki suppressed a sheepish grin as he said it. "We did just miss him. If Matsushita and I'd been a little quicker getting there we'd might have seen him go in Res. 2"

Shiina only glared.

"All the same," declared Yuri, "you did good."

"So," said Matsushita. "What DO we do about him? Try to talk to him, or-"

"Something else!" Noda took an enthused practice swing with his halberd for emphasis.

"We do NOTHING ... for now," the leader declared sternly looking at Noda then scanning the room."... except what we've been doing-"

"But Yurippe!"

"... Keep observing, have little to do with him as possible ... for the time being. We've other fish to fry for the moment."

"The meal ticket situation again," Takamatsu stated.

"Exactly. One thing at a time. After tomorrow nights' operation ... THEN we decide about Duffy-san."


Jack stayed in the rest of the day. He checked and loaded the rest of the handguns, the 870 with #6 and placed them in various accessable places in the apartment.

Searching for more info, he checked out the blogs on the school website. A quick look through several showed them to be rather bland in the goings on of the school. He had little to no interest in the hopes, dreams, and aspirations of teenagers.

One strangely titled blog did however catch his attention: Christ of the Front's Diary. There were quite a few photos of students wearing the "off" uniform. If these were indeed of those watching him, the blog would prove to be useful.

And useful it did. He immediately recognized several from the pictures. A few from the cafeteria but definitely two of the three seen outside his apartment building. He couldn't find any of the girl who was with them.

"Matsushita, Fujimaki ...," he made his list, "... hmmm ... Yusa the ponytails kid, and ... This ... Yuri Nakamura ... Ring leader?

"I dub thee ... THE DRAGON LADY!" He declared aloud and chuckled wryly to himself. He was a little too young to have really remembered Terry and the Pirates.

The printer rattled off as many of the blog pics he thought would be useful. Study the faces ... Friend or foe?

"CHRIST? ... of the Fronts' Diary?" Duffy pondered. This Takayama kid was rather full of himself about his computer skills but probably definitely good enough. Calling himself ... Christ?

"Yeah ... well ... Whatever you say  ...  "Hey-Seus."

From what he could gather from the blog text, browser translator helping somewhat, the kids seemed to have some kind of beef with ... God (?) ... and a certain "fellow" student. The allusions to death and afterlife were perplexing, creepy and unintelligible. He was beginning to think the Battlefront to be a cult of "emoness" of some kind.

"Great!" He thought. "Just ... Great! Trapped One Step Beyond the Outer Limits of the Twilight Zone with a pack of possibly mentally ill, delusional kids scoping me out ..."

Almost mid-night, Jack shut down his machine and did something he hadn't done in quite a long time.

He prayed ... Long and hard.

To be continued ...


"The Dragon Lady" was a somewhat less than lawful protagonist/antagonist in the old comic strip, Terry and the Pirates by Milton Caniff (Who also did Steve Canyon and the more adult oriented Cannon and original Sally Forth.). "Dragon Lady" later came into American slang in reference to any assertive/capable Asian woman.

Storyline and original characters (only) copyright © 5-1-14 C V Ford

Go to chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 6.

Go to C V Fords profile page and anime fan fiction stories list at fanfiction dot net here.

Go to Jays' Tee Vee blog main page here.

Disclaimer: The preceding is a NON-PROFIT work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only. I make no claim to ownership of the names/characters, places, & events mentioned in this work that are the intellectual properties of others. They are the sole properties of their respective owners. Please, by all means support the owners of such properties in the purchase & enjoyment of their works.

Monday, May 26, 2014

Just a Few Things Godzilla

'Bout fell outta' my chair when I first saw this. Would have laughed even more
if it wasn't so dang true. For lotsa' things Godzilla, go to Armand Vaquers' blog
Armands' Rancho Del Cielo. That's where I got this 'un.

Just a Few Things Godzilla

Was in Wal-Mart yesterday. Seems someone is trying to cash in on Legendarys' recent Godzilla release by issuing Godzilla King of the Monsters on disc.

Saw it on the shelf and examined. No company logo/label. My guess is it probably ISN'T the Criterion Collection release. THEY WOULD LET YOU KNOW it's from them. They also wouldn't say it's a 1966 release of an American 'redo' of a 1964 original ... Right on the box. Seems to be ahead about ten years. Doubly laughable when you notice the official copyright statement just below saying the original is copyrighted by Toho from 1954.

As stated in an earlier post, I'm not gonna' take in Legendarys' Godzilla flick. If I'm paying for a movie ticket, I want my moneys' worth. Less than ten minutes of the "Big G" out of 123 minutes just ain't worth it to me.

Here's a lobby poster of the original Japanese release:

This graphic is much bigger than it appears. Right click and open in new tab.

Armands Rancho del Cielo blog here.

Wikipedia article on Gojira, the original 1954 Japanese release here.

Wikipedia article on the 1956 American re-edit release, Godzilla King of the Monsters here. Starring Steve Martin as Raymond Burr ... uh ... Or is it the other way around?

Go to Jays' Tee Vee blog main page here. It there's a buncha' articles under this 'un, yer already there ...

Thursday, May 22, 2014

In Gods' Good Time: Chapter Four of an Angel Beats Fan Fiction Story

"It stands to reason," she thought, "if he's ... uh ... 'supposed ' to
be here, that he'd have a place in the staff/faculty apartments."

In Gods' Good Time


C V Ford

Chapter 4: Friend or Faux?

The man left the cafeteria building, recrossed the second entrance bridge for Class B. He mentally noted to stay out of the line of sight of Class B, particularly the old principals' office. As it was, he had new business there and entered through the back.

"And hi there again," he greeted the receptionist who made no sign of previous recognition.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes you can. Would you mind if I use a photocopier?" He felt better, more optimistic, as he started to get a definite course of action in motion. "I'll be more than happy to pay for the copies."

"Oh, no charge." A cheerful answer. "Just follow me back here."

Taking the school mapchart from the envelope, several copies rattled off. Sitting at a vacant desk he unpocketed a red pen and started writing.

"Let's see ... (Circled Bs "west" wing.) Old principals' office. Possible observation point. Friend or foe?"

Looking up while doing his charts, he noticed one of the girl students' "off" uniforms beyond the reception area counter.

"So it begins," he thought.

Passing the young lady and leaving out the back, he ducked into the stand of trees across the "road" next to the pool building. He wasn't going to go back to the apartment the way he came. No sense letting a possible adversary easily trace you.

Out of the trees and in his apartment he rechecked his gun safes' inventory. His pride and joy, a Rock Island Armory match grade M1 Garand rifle lay racked next to the Remington 870 12 guage and the old Remington 912 .22 LR bolt action. His handguns included the Colt auto and mini-revolver he was now carrying . The other two were a smaller Colt 1991 Officers' Model .45 and a Ruger Standard Auto skinny barrel .22 LR.

Jack tried the phone again, first dialing 9 and alternating tries on 1 bringing only the same result. The dial tone ceased when trying to get out.

Before turning on his portable radio, a thought occured to him. Wasn't Japan on 220 volt system as opposed to North American 120? Convenient the lights and appliances worked without damage.

Looking it up in an electricians manual, he found Japan depended on a 100 volt system, thus his equipment marginally safe. Even so, Jack dug out a variable transformer and set it to "step up" 120, first plugging his radios' cord in then the trans to the wall.

Turning on the radio on, he tuned up and down the dial both AM/FM finding almost ... nothing. Only a simulcast on both of what he assumed to be the schools' low power station on 89.7 and 1300 greeted his ears. Nothing else ... not even static could be heard but a steady hydrogen hiss.

In the "toy room"  He pulled out an old Sangean ATS-803A shortwave reciever. Unreeling,  stringing up a portable wire antenna he plugged in the jack. After transferring the variable transformer, he fired the radio up for a quick up and down tune.

Being daytime, he tried tuning above 10 mhz, 31 to 10 meters, only to get the same result. WWV/WWVH (10, 15, and 20 mg.) and CHU (Canada, 14.670 and 7.850 mg.) time hack stations missing. Looking up Japans' time hack, JJY, as well as BPM (China) and BSF (Taiwan) he noted they used the same 10 mg frequency, they also absent. Ham, international broadcast, utility, and military bands dead silent. He knew, when the sun went down, everything below 10 mhz would be the same.

A quick scan with a frequency counter revealed almost nothing but for a six frequency trunked system in the 403-495 mhz range possibly for the schools' building and grounds staff and PA system.

TV of course, nothing at all.

Not taking a risk with his computer, he repeated the procedure with the transformer. Machine on, he clicked the browser and it automatically went to the schools' webpage. The address having a suffix. Checking the browsers' internet options he found it to be set as his home page.

"Certainly DON'T remember doing that!" Exclaiming to himself.

Being the obstinate type, he entered Google, Yahoo and other search engine addys in the hopes of gaining some control. None appeared. Not even 404 error messages. Any other addys the same: No Drudge Report, Amazon, NY Times, Columbus Dispatch, Kino Video, Criterion Collection, Fan Fiction dot net, Classic Horror Film Board ... nothing.

For the heck of it, he entered the addy to his own blog ... again ... nothing.

Returning back to the academys' web page, he studied it, using the browsers' translator to decifer the three alphabet lingo. A non-wealth of sterile, generic info indicating nothing substantial about the schools' location. Graphics, charts, lists of student organizations, clubs, events but nothing useful in determining what, and where he was.

A list of school supported blogs came up as he checked the time, about noon. He bookmarked, making a mental note to come back to that list.

Checking over his residential building first (Three floors, identical to five others.), he hastily drew up floor plans with as much detail as possible: Access, laundry room, utility closets, etc.

He then did a leisurely counter clockwise circuit of the whole school grounds in the hopes of finding an entrance leading to a road ... to somewhere. Before doing so, he further equipped himself with a pair of 25 mm binoculars.

The campus resided on a long, "southward" slope. Once past the gym, it wouldn't be long before he would be within eyeshot of Class B. He kept inside the edge of the woods bordering the grounds to avoid observation.


"Oh ... come on!" Yuri yelled into the radio. "He couldn't have just disappeared!"

"Sorry," Yusa answered. "Hisako just saw him leave Class B and duck into the woods a few minutes ago. We've no idea where-"

Yuri was then hit with a thought. "Yusa ... hold it. Got an idea, call you back."

"An idea?" Takamatsu asked.

"Yes! They saw him with a staff lanyard ID around his neck, right? Check residential housing!"

"Resi - yeah right!"

"It stands to reason if he's ... uh ... 'supposed' to be here, that he'd have a place in the staff/faculty apartments."

"Of course," Takamatsu picked up. "Any newly arrived students automatically have a dorm room. If he's a staffer why should it be any different? If he is one that is."

"The ID around his neck means SOMETHING," Yuri said. "It's worth a try. Though ... He'd be the first non-NPC staffer we'd know of ... And a foreigner at that."

A new thought hit her. Turning to a young man lounging on a mid floor couch, "hey ... Hinata!"


"Get in touch with Takeyama. We can use him right now." She handed him the phone.

Hinata reared up from the cushions. "Him!? What for? Little geek's got a God complex a mile wide-"

"And inches deep. Big ego means big effort. Have him access school personnel files. If this guy's an employee, there'll have to be info on him.

"Should have thought of this before ...


It was as he thought it might and hoped it wouldn't. Except for a couple gravel access trails leading nowhere, there were no roads leading out. Asphalt was a closed circuit. Only traffic was the very occasional grounds maintenance vehicle. After going the length of the campus' south boundary he headed "north". Along the forests' edge and past the ball field, he briefly exposed himself by dashing across the south creek bridge. Past Class C and the dorms, he came upon a gravel access trail leading to the highest point on the grounds. At the end of which stood the cel/radio tower.

He noted the extra antennae. Probably the AM/FM station, PA and utilities. ALL the cel horns, reflectors and repeater antennae "pointing" INTO the campus.

Hating heights, he climbed any way. Didn't need to get to the very top. Once clear of the trees he scanned in all directions with the 25 mm.

Other than the campus, it was nothing but forest on all points of the compass. If this was Japan, it was pretty well deserted. More like southeast Ohio or western Pennsylvania. No built up areas to be seen. A government preserve of some kind? A ...


Shiina picked up on him the moment he started crossing the south creek bridge and had been shadowing since. He seemed easy enough to track.

After word got out on his disappearance she picked what she thought a likely spot atop Class C, waited, perservearance paying off. Running back to Yuri was out, so she stalked in the shadows watching the strange target who had appeared in their midst.


Hitting the ground, Jack then sat at the towers' base in speculation.

"Place has to be supplied somehow. No roads in or out, no airfield or helipad ... playing fields, parks could double for that but ..."

It was getting on in the afternoon, the shadows would be long soon.

Still keeping inside the forests' edge, he made his way past the dorms only to be stopped by the creek gorge. Heading "south" he got out into the open going for the second entrance bridge. Exposed again, he brazened it out, walking in an authoritive manner, clipboard in hand. Except for a pair of staring students, the rest in view acted like the "zombies" Jack hoped for. At least none of the "off" uniforms in evidence. Once across, he shot back into the woods proceeding around the pool building and indoor track field.


As soon as he hit the trees, one of the aforementioned "offs" sprang from the foliage, dashing over the bridge. Shiina had no intention of losing this one.


Employee housing in sight, he decided against heading directly to his building (2). Thinking fast, he spotted a "co-worker" walking to 4. The "droid" ran his key card through the reader. As he opened the door, Jack brushed past with a hurried "sorry" and entered.


"Gotcha!" Shiina exclaimed to herself on seeing the "target" enter Res 4. Leaving concealment, she ran down the side. Yuri would no doubt congratulate her.


Jack wasted no time dashing down the hall and out the other end to Res 2. He quickly swiped his card and entered, Shiina just missing him as she scooted between buildings right after. Up to his third floor living space, he entered and started peering out the windows of the corner apartment. Only half surprised to see a girl in a SSS uniform walking up to a pair of khaki jacketed individuals. One of them the rather large capable looking fellow from the cafeteria encounter. He noted the other ... holding a sheathed sword.


"Looks like you found something Shiina!" Matsushita 5th Dan exclaimed.

"Res 4," a breathless Shiina, bent over, holding her knees. "He's in Residential 4."

"You sure?" Asked Fujimaki.

"Positive. Saw him go in! You just missed him."

"Yuri'll be happy with that."


Jack watched the three head down the pathway back to the campus proper. Confirmed: Someone was curious about him ... possibly hostile.

To be continued ...


Note: Radio savvy readers may notice the JJY time hack station has been off shortwave since the 1970s'. Just thought I'd add it to the story

Storyline and original characters (only) copyright © 5-1-14 C V Ford

In Gods' Good Time chapters 1, 2, 35, 6.

C V Fords' profile page and anime fan fiction list on fanfiction dot net here.

Go to Jays' Tee Vee blog main page here. If there's a buncha'  articles under this 'un, yer already there.

Disclaimer: The preceding is a NON-PROFIT work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only. I make no claim to ownership of the names/characters, places, & events mentioned in this work that are the intellectual properties of others. They are the sole properties of their respective owners. Please, by all means support the owners of such properties in the purchase & enjoyment of their works.

Monday, May 19, 2014

The New Godzilla? Forget It!


The New Godzilla? Forget It!

Guess I won't be seeing the new Godzilla flick after all. Looked at a thread on the Classic Horror Film Board and that was warning enough. I go to CHFB as I find what those "monsterkids" say to be  more reliable than say, some reviewer who goes on and on about the stuff he reads into a movie while at the same time really says nothing about the film itself.

Complaints about the films' unevenness, plot holes, cut aways and defects abounded. Those could be debated and were but the main thing that dissuaded me from going was it being stated that there isn't enough of the title "character" in the film ...

Maybe 7 to 8 minutes worth.

Only about 7 or 8 minutes of "face time" ... in a 123 minute movie? Oh c'mon! If that's the case then forget it.

After ALL those months of hype, only a few minutes of the big guy?

What did the ads say?


What did the posters say?


What did Gareth Edwards say?


What did Warners and Legendary Pictures say?




What does the actual flick have?

... godzilla ...

Lotsa' sizzle with only a bite of steak at the end of the line.

Naw! I'm saving my dough.

Just Sayin' ...

The Godzilla I know and loathe.

Classic Horror Film Board Godzilla 2014 thread here.

Classic Horror Film Board main page here.

Wikipedia article on the 2014 Godzilla flick here.

Wikipedia article on the original 1954 Godzilla film here.

Armands' Rancho del Cielo blog here. If you want lotsa' things Godzilla, this is the place!

Go to Jays' Tee Vee blog main page here. If there's a buncha' articles under this 'un, yer already there.

Friday, May 16, 2014

In Gods' Good Time: Chapter Three of an Angel Beats Fan Fiction Story

Their shoulder patch was interesting ...

In Gods' Good Time: Chapter Three of an Angel Beats Fan Fiction Story


C V Ford

Chapter 3: Battlefront

The "talk" with the cordial but ALSO vague principal of Heavens' Academy proved just as informative. Not ... at ... all.

Jack sat excruciatingly patient through the speech regarding the values of the education of youth and preparation for the future, tedious though it was. His series of questions after only brought puzzled looks with halting, incomplete answers as with Kaji and the receptionist from before. The "bad dub" didn't help either.

And why was the principal sitting at a kids' school desk?

It was all he could do to conduct himself in a cordial manner and after his questions not answered, politely took his leave.

Heading "east" he crossed the Second Entrance Bridge.

"Wonder if the fishing's good."

As he walked, all faculty and most students went to and fro about their affairs taking little notice of him. A few did. Some rather abruptly, hurredly talking in hushed tones as they sped past or away. Further suspicions slowly being confirmed that all was not clear or friendly in this strange place.

Passing the cafeteria and library buildings to his left, infirmary right, he continued on until there was no pavement left. Only trees in front, Class C to the right. Off in the distance to his left, the dorms.

"There has to be an entrance to this place," he pondered, scanning the map. "To a main road ... something ..."

Turning back, he headed for the cafeteria building, a plan forming. First ... coffee.

Entering the expansive place he stopped at the food court. Breakfast was being served up but his only interest was in coffee and his forming plan.

"I'm not sure, but I'm hoping there might be something on this debit," he said as he ran it through the reader. "Is there any way you can tell me how much might be on it?"

A few buttons pressed, the cashier handed an extra slip with the receipt.

"Oh!" Exclaiming to himself. "An advance!"

The card balance looked more than extremely generous but as it was in yen, he'd have to do some calculating.

Taking his coffee, he placed himself at a far corner table wanting his back to the wall and ability to survey all the scene before him. He turned to the clipboard and started scrawling away.

He congratulated himself on the way he conducted things so far. He should have been in a panic and almost was more than once. Caught in an alien environment with more questions than answers, instead of running around in confusion, he was going about in as systematic and organized a way as he could on the spur of the moment. No real answers yet, leaving only observation.

Observe he did. And one observation stood out at that moment.

Diagonally, several tables over, about three tables of students were more than obvious in checking him out, twin tail blonde among them. Furtive glances on their part told him it to be a mix of curiosity, puzzlement ... and some more than palpable hostility. Quick remarks and questions passing about amid the triple takes and stares.

A significant detail stood out. The uniforms they wore were different from the majority of the student body at large.

The girls wore the long sleeved, blue skirted ensemble he noticed before with the trio in Class A. The men wore the same colors as the girls of the main body. Black pants instead of skirts of course, with the khaki jackets being darker and of a masculine cut.

Their shoulder patch was interesting. All he could make out at that distance was the runic three Ss.

"Das SSS?" He mused. "At least the girls colors are ... uh ... 'patriotic'. Visiting students from another school ... elitist clique?"

"Excuse me ..." A voice from his right brought him abruptly out of his observation.

Duffy cursed himself inwardly. "Caught off guard again Jack .... Wake up!"

Looking up, he couldn't help but make out the details of the young lady before him. She had to be almost as tall as he was. Very long , luxuriant black hair framing an oval face sporting a thin nose and ... grey eyes. If it weren't for the shape of the eyes and high cheekbones she would almost pass for caucasian. She also wore the uniform of the bunch he was observing/being observed by.

"Ye ... ss?"

"My friends and I were wondering," she nodded to a couple other similarly clad girls standing a few feet away. "Are you from America?"

He was about to counter with wether or not she was from Hokkaido when the biggest of the young men from the table gathering called out urgently.

"Sakaki! ... Girls! ... Over here!" Indicating for them to get there right away.

"So sorry to have bothered you," accompanied by a hasty, nervous bow and left for the group.

He had only read about the Ainu/Utari. Weren't many left. Other than photos he never thought he'd ever see one up close.

"Well ... this is Japan ... isn't it?" Considering the circumstances, there was no surety in that.

To be continued ...

Storyline and original characters (only) copyright © 5-1-14 C V Ford


Go to chapters 12, 45, 6.

Go to C V Fords profile page and anime fanfiction stories list here.

Go to Jays' Tee Vee blog main page here.

Disclaimer: The preceding is a NON-PROFIT work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only. I make no claim to ownership of the names/characters, places, & events mentioned in this work that are the intellectual properties of others. They are the sole properties of their respective owners. Please, by all means support the owners of such properties in the purchase & enjoyment of their works.

Friday, May 9, 2014

In Gods' Good Time: Chapter Two of an Angel Beats Fan Fiction Story

Yuri quickly stepped back from the window,
The foreigner was looking straight at her!

In Gods' Good Time: Chapter Two of an Angel Beats Fan Fiction Story


C V Ford

Chapter 2: Into the Matrix

Passing out into the light, Jack noticed the girls exclamations of concern to one another.

"Well," he thought. "'Secret's out ... can't be helped. Couldn't stay holed up in the apartment for a week, could I?"

He sauntered over past the steps looking "southward" on the lower campus. Field houses, athletic field, ball park, soccer field, tennis courts ... It was a big place.

"If I'm stuck here there's a lot of reconnoitering to do. Gonna' take some time. Definitely more than a week and I've NO intention of being here THAT long. Next plane out for me."

He turned to Class B.

"Might as well see the dean ... er ... principal. He'll know what's going on. Get him to let me use the phone ... Or at least give me some numbers to call around here ... Nearest U.S. Consulate'd be good ..."

Walking towards B, he scanned the structure. Large parking lot, no vehicles ... Odd. Yet professionally dressed folks as well as students entering/leaving, most heading to A and what he assumed Class C across the bridge.

Glancing up and down he noticed something strange with one of the third story windows in the extended "west" wing. Someone watching him? Binoculars?


Yuri quickly stepped back. The foriegner was looking straight at her!

"Noda! Get away from the window!"

"Wha ...?"

"Get back! Get in the shadows!"

The young man complied.

"Did he see me?" She asked herself. "And could he ... No! Couldn't be HIM. Not ... GOD! Not even Asian let alone Japanese. Why would a European be here, an old one at that? Has to be at least 30 ... European ... Might be worse ... American? Oh ... God!"

"No ... not God," she said aloud.

"God?" Noda looked pale. "You don't think ...

"No! Definitely NOT Him!"

 "So ... who ... think he's coming up here?"

"Has to. At least half the arrivals go to admin first thing for answers."

 "Heading for this building all right!"

"He could read the directory, come up and ... Noda! Get ready!"

The young man dashed across the room. Snatching up the halberd, he proceeded to the door.

"Noda! Don't!"

The axman stumbled to a halt, confused look on his face.

"The trap's for HIM not you. I swear! If you didn't accompany me around half the time you'd be clobbered a lot more often! If-"

"Other than Angel, I haven't been hit by anything in over a month!"

"Let's keep it that way!"

"I can get him on the way up-" he started to suggest.

"No ... We let him come to us. When he tries to open the door the trap will do the rest. When he recovers, we question him."

Checking her waistband, she felt the comforting bulk of the Beretta 92 copy snugged in. Opening a desk drawer, she pulled out an identical spare and checked the chamber. She wasn't one to trust the indicator and wanted to be more than ready.


Jack checked the wall directory. Principles' office, third floor, all the way to the "west" end as the floor plan showed. The very room he thought he might have been observed from.

He approached the main counter, smaller cubicles behind, an attendant waiting.

Showing her his lanyard ID he spoke, "I'm new here and need to see the principal. Would you happen to know what his hours are?"

"He's usually here before nine AM and after five PM. His office is over there," she said pointing to the staff room door at the back of the admin area.

"Oh? Floor plan says it's on third floor."

"Used to be. He moved here for easier accessability for student body and faculty."

"What's the old office used for now?"

"Nothing really .... I think it may be for storage ..."

"I ... see ... "

The man glanced up at the ceiling.  "A place still listed as an office ... but not in use or storage ... someone with binocs ..."

"If there's anything else ..."

"Uh ... Not right now but maybe in a little bit. The principal in right now?"

"Oh yes," the attendant replied. "Saw him go in a half hour ago ... Shall I let him know you're here?"

Thinking a moment, Jack said, "something I have to do first."

A fast walk out the area he turned to the counter. "Be right back."

"I'll be here if you need me."

Being cautious, he took to the stairs. Elevator would be obvious. More than suspicion had set in. Kids "panic" on seeing him, someone watching from a distance (?) ... From a "misplaced" office at that ...

Not to mention he and his apartment transported in less than a few hours intact to ... where? Japan?

And the ... Fountain of Youth ... for lack of a better "term". No ... this was beyond irregular and the fantastic. It was ...

Walking down one side of the hall he made special note of doorways and recesses. Arriving at the office door, he gave it the once over. Nothing suspicious, typical heavy wooden door, the kind one would expect in an older building of this type. He stood to the side, about to knock and enter.


Yuri crouched behind the desk, two handing the Beretta. It then occurred to her to have gotten something heavier out of the closet. The trap should do it. Noda stood by with the halberd ready to spring.

Footsteps echoed from the hall getting nearer. Stopping ... paused for a seeming eternity ... then leaving.


The halberd wielder looked to Yuri, a puzzled frown on his face.

"CAREFULLY ... open the door but don't step out. Take a look."

He did so only to see the back of a figure turning the corner to the stairs. Noda let the door close and turned to Yuri.

"Only saw his back. He's heading down."

Yuri grabbed the radio.

"Yes! Yuri?"

"Spread the word. This guy's gotta' be watched ..."


Rounding the corner to the steps Jack spun around for a quick look-see back. The office door was just closing shut. Someone WAS there ... waiting.

"Could be nothing," he thought, "could be anything. Well ... later."

He proceeded down the stairs in total ignorance of how close he came to dying a second time.


"Hello again," smiling.

"Would you like to see the principal now?"

"In a little bit ... Uh ... could I ask a favor of you?"

"Oh of course."

"I was wondering if I could make a few calls."

"Why certainly," pointing to the phone on the counter.

"Thank you very much."

Picking up the reciever he asked, "do I need to dial 9 to get out or is it another number?"

"To ... uh ... get out?"

"Yes. I need to get an outside line. Also, do you have an area code directory (Preferably in ENGLISH!)? I ... need to get in touch with the nearest U.S. Consulate."

"Outside line? Area code ... what ... U.S.  ... Consulate?"

"Yes ..."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean sir. Outside ... line?"

"Yes. I would like to make a call or calls outside school grounds."

"This phone only connects inside the school-"

"Where IS a phone I could call out with?" It was starting to get like his discussion with Kaji. Vague with a capital vague. Before she could answer he decided on a new tack.

"Where's the main gate?"

The receptionist had an even more perplexed look. "Uh ... gate?"

"Yes ... GATE!" Jack brought himself up short, trying to compose himself. It would do no good to 'lose it'. "I would like to leave the school grounds, make a phone call ... Uh ... What's the name of the town the school is in?"

"There's no ... uh ... town, only the school."

"Is there a town or city nearby?"

"There is only ... the school ..."

"I think I'd like to see the principal now."

The more than puzzled receptionist led Duffy to the staff room where he was ushered in to what became an even more perplexing discussion.

To be continued ...

Storyline and original characters (only) copyright © 5-1-14 C V Ford


Go to Chapters 13, 45, 6.

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Disclaimer: The preceding is a NON-PROFIT work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only. I make no claim to ownership of the names/characters, places, & events mentioned in this work that are the intellectual properties of others. They are the sole properties of their respective owners. Please, by all means support the owners of such properties in the purchase & enjoyment of their works.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Neon Genesis Evangelion: I HATE YOU, DAD!

Yeah, that's Shinji alright.

Neon Genesis Evangelion: I HATE YOU, DAD!

When you think about it, maybe ol' Shinji wasn't getting such a bad deal on the face of it. Of course, Gendo isn't the type to just give things away and the strings attatched were literally apocalyptic.

Guess it all depends on how ya' look at it.

Seems Rei doesn't seem all that happy either ...

You Tube rendition of the first illustration here.

For more of the above kind of Evangelion humor 'n other kool stuff, go to the Escapist Magazine website here.

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Thursday, May 1, 2014

In Gods' Good Time: Chapter One of an Angel Beats Fan Fiction Story


In Gods' Good Time: Chapter One of an Angel Beats Fan Fiction Story


C V Ford

Even with 30 years and and as many pounds gone, he still didn't fit the demographic. He wasn't the right age. He wasn't even Asian let alone Japanese! What and where was this place? Why was he here ... AND WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THOSE CRAZY KIDS WITH THE GUNS!?


Prologue: Alright ... Good Night ...

Submitted For Your Approval ...

Another days' work over, Jack Duffy trudged to the mailbox outside his apartment house door. No bills or anything else, he proceeded, pausing  only to look back at the old Ford parked out front. Seeing the vehicles' lights were STILL off , he cursed inwardly over his mild obsessive/compulsive affliction. Past the washing machine and up to #3, moving slowly through the dark.

"Gonna' have to replace that bulb," he thought. "Landlord doesn't seem to want to."

Fumbling in the gloom, he unlocked the door and stumbling in, kicked over something small in the dark. Something making a cardboard sound. Could it be ... ?

Setting down his satchel and hitting the light switch, he exulted, "yes!"

His neighbor across the hall must have moved the package from outside and put it at his door. He'd have to thank him.

Picking it up, he smiled. His birthday present to himself had arrived a couple days earlier than expected. Package torn open, he was quite pleased with what met his eyes. Three anime, including Evangelion 4.44 and Kiss Me Deadly, the 1955 Mike Hammer film he made a special point to have. Yeah! Micky Spillane and anime. Quite a combo. Va va voom Mikey! Pow!

Throwing a hasty meal and a Coke together, he sat for a viewing. In no mood for watching anime at that moment, he settled on the older black and white movie instead. Disc popped in the machine he started chewing on chicken and rice as the film played.

Kiss Me Deadly was one of the weirder filme noir. Ralph Meeker as Mike Hammer, two fisted PI hot on the trail of vengeance and "the great whatsit". Whatever the "thing" was, he would find it ... Everyone else to die in trying.

It had been a fairly long day and though Jack, not one to doze off in the middle of a flick, did so.

Nodding off he felt a brief, sharp pain in his chest ... and ... "slept".


As if someone had shaken him, he suddenly came awake. A quick glance around assured he was the only one there. Glancing at the screen, he noted he had hardly slept at all. The scene of Hammers' mechanic friend, Nick, removing a sizable pipe bomb from his '54 'Vette still going ... yet ... sunlight poured in through the blinds. Daytime?

Crazy. He didn't recall the disc having a continuous play option, yet the same scene as it was when he fell asleep(?) a moment ago. How ...?

He scanned about again. Everything OK except ... The curtains, door and frames were different.
More new, modern in appearance. This couldn't ...

Moving to a window he drew the blinds and looked out over the daylit landscape ... His jaw dropped.

"My car!? For that matter, where's the street!? ... Where ...



Chapter 1: Incidental Occidental

Still holding the blind cord, Jack backed away from the window, panicing in place. He put no stock in "When you're worried and in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout." No "pinball panic". Stay in place ... get it out of your system ... clear your head ... THINK! In a surprisingly short moment he calmed down and decided on action.

He scanned the outside, alien landscape still there. A paved stretch, not much more than a bike path lay in front of the building. Beyond, a stand of trees and even farther, a set of buildings, more modern than the quaint older section of Westerville, Ohio he resided in.

First the obvious. He tried the phone, dialing one number after the other. Work, police, fire, no result but dead silence after. Looking up he noticed an official looking manila envelope on the living room table. Gingerly opening it he spilled the contents: A lanyard ID card, what looked to be a credit/debit card, a "map" of some kind, something looking like a schedule and ... a letter. Info!

Checking the letter first was a real eye opener. In a few paragraphs he was welcomed to the maintenance staff of a place called ... Heavens' Academy (!?) and if he would be so thoughtful as to peruse the schedule and other materials (The map being that of the school grounds.) within ...

"Don't remember applying," he thought wryly.

The letterhead brought him up sharply. He couldn't read the foriegn print/alphabetics but he knew what type it was. Kanji? Yes. He could at least tell it was of the Japanese type what with the curlyques and "tails" they seemed to prefer. Other "unreadable" script he guessed to be of their two phonetic alphabets. At least the body of the intro was in the "Romanji" thus English. Checking his watch and wall calender against the schedule, he noted he had a few days before reporting to "work". More than plenty of time to clear up this mess and get his sorry butt back home. No way he was going to work for a bunch of foriegners he never met before and certainly not involuntarily. No ... straighten this out and "get the hell outta' Dodge".

Striding over to his satchel near the desk, he opened the bag and drew out the Colt 1991 A-1 .45 ACP. in a nylon "hip hugger" holster. Press-checking the chamber, he put the pistol in "condition one" ("Cocked & locked". Hammer back, safety on as God and John Moses Browning intended.). He looped the holster on his belt, slipping the pistol in. Checking the closet a few feet away, Jack twirled the combination on the small gun safe within. A sigh of relief left him as he noted the rest of his modest collection still there. Going to the "bedroom" closet (As he slept in a sleeping bag in the living room, bed being bad on the back, he used the space for his computers and video collection. His "toy room" as it were.) he opened the fireproof metal "footlocker" seeing the various calibers of ammo present.

Donning a light jacket he moved back to the satchel for a double mag pouch for the .45, placing it in the left pocket. As a last touch he reached in the bag and withdrew the tiny NAA .22 lr mini-revolver, stuffing it in his right jeans pocket. Habits picked up when working at a combination gun store/pistol range some years back. With the Buck lockblade snugged next to his wallet, he felt prep complete.

A thought hit him. Pulling out the wallet, he checked the contents. Along with the eleven dollars in cash (Now DAT be ghetto!) and drivers license, were the usual ancilliary ID: NRA membership card, Ohio concealed carry permit, lottery tix, Wal-Mart gift card, various business cards, old ticket stub to Atlas Shrugged Pt. 3, etc.

"I'm still me at least," declaring to himself as he hitched up his pants. Why were they so loose?

He thought differently about his identity as he checked himself in the bathrooms' full length mirror, getting his second shock of the day.

The man staring back was not him ... or rather, not the same him.

Quickly backing away he hit the sink, sharp pain up his back doing more than a triple take.

"My ... my ... GOD! ... Impossible!"

It was still him. The same James B. Duffy he had known ... Thirty years before.

The hair wasn't even half as gray (He started "looking like a German shepard" in his mid-twenties.). Mouth hanging open in disbelief, he noticed something else and turned to the sink mirror for closer inspection, working fingers and tongue. ALL his teeth were there! No chips or fillings and only a hint of yellow. A perfect set!

Turning back to the full length, he gave himself the once over more than once. Creeping apprehension giving way to amazement. Stepping back he noticed other things. The not so faint back pain of several years was missing. Knees didn't ache and pressures on kidneys and gall bladder gone (No stones?).

He wasn't almost 60 anymore! Almost 30 years and and as many pounds ... gone! Staring back was a physical self he hadn't known since his early thirties.

Jack wasn't sure wether to thank whoever was responsible or go completely Micky Spillane on his posterior ... If he could find him/them.  As it was, he had just been yanked out of his life and into another. As much as he felt it, he had a nagging doubt it wasn't his any more. Would he have wanted to "go back" as good as he felt right now? All the same, he had to find out what was going on.

Grabbing clipboard, notebook, pens, and the "map", he donned the lanyard ID and was about out the door when a thought struck him. Holding the Colt close to his side he went to the side of the door passing the clipboard over the peep lense. No shots fired through or anyone trying to bust in, he unlocked and slowly opened the door. Cautiously peering out, he scanned the hallway.

Instead of a short passage with #2 door opposite, a large long hallway, five doors to the side (His own with the number 30.), greeted his eyes. He glanced back and forth noting the difference between the modern hall in contrast to the archaic, older house interior of his apartment.
Gingerly stepping into the hall he checked his NEW apartment keys already on the ring with his old set. He still had his car keys! He missed that old Ford already. Somehow, he knew it wasn't somewhere outside waiting for him. Someone had gone to a LOT of trouble to mindscrew with him ... Why?

The sound of a door opening prompted him to look over the head of the stairs. A short Asian man in  grey work coveralls ascending. Jack quickly holstered the pistol and adjusted the jacket. No sense in spooking a "fellow worker". Locking the door, he descended the steps, saying "hello" as he passed. The short man glanced at him, smiling with an "ohayo" in return.

Duffy noted the man looked niether surprised nor distressed on seeing him. Showed little emotion.
Out the door, he checked his location with the map. A paved wide path off to the right would take him through a stand of trees to his "time clock" in a small building  behind "Classroom Building A".

Quiet. A glance at his watch told him a few minutes til 8 AM. Coming out of the trees Jack noticed the gym building on his right with building A left. A little more to the left he found the smaller building behind the larger, a twin lidded incinerator next to it. The double garage doors revealed a small pickup, a couple of lawn tractors and a single co-worker greeting him.

"You must be the new guy", accompanied by a small bow.


"Uh ... yeah. Just got here. (Yeah! Right!) Got a few days before reporting in, thought I'd check things out ... Get a 'lay of the land' so to speak."

"Feel free," the thin Asian fellow returned now shaking hands.

As they talked of his future (Fat chance! He was leaving and SOON!) duties, Jack at once noticed something extremely odd. Though he heard Kaji (His name.) speaking English, the mans' lip movements didn't match. Like a bad dub of a foriegn film. Amazement and relief hit him at once. The language hurdle at least was one headache out of the way.

"Guess 'it' only works with the spoken word," he thought. "Can't read the 'squiggles' though."

Kaji went on about his future duties. Not much different than what he was used to at Otterbein College. Grounds keeping, light maintenance, etc. Nice but Jack wanted real info.

"At the risk of showing my ignorance, what kind of school is this and (More importantly!) where is it located?"

"High School, grades 9 - 12. As for where it is ... it's ... ," Kaji looked absently into the distance as if trying to process an esoteric concept that was beyond him. "It's ... always been ... uh ... here ..."

A chill went up Duffys' spine. The guy seemed intelligent enough ... yet ... it was if ... his mind seized up over such a simple question.

"Any questions like that, I guess you can get answers at admin in Class Building B. Offices open before nine."

"Thanks. I'll do that. I've some time left so I'll just look around."

"Good talking with you. Look forward to working with you."

Shaking his head, Jack walked down the side steps of Class A while scrutinizing B. He recognised the type from his viewing of several of the anime in his vid collection. Older, "classical" Japanese school building. "L" shape with "clock tower" at the middle. Must have been the main when the campus first started.

A, a more modern brick and glass structure was actually three parallel buildings of three floors each, joined by enclosed walkways at both sides. In the hopes of acclimating himself (Though hopefully not for long!) and to kill time, he entered A and started checking out the vending machines in the hall.

"At least the ones not in English have 'pitchers' on 'em," he thought. "let's see ... Key Coffee ... what's this slop? At least it's not UCC ... would probably have LCL in it. Good God ... I can joke at a time like this. Bolvic? ... Someone trying to avoid copyright violation? ... Not a Coke in sight ... How ... Barbaric!"

"Oh m' God!"

Drawing himself upright, he turned towards the source of the exclamation.

"This is no time to get lost in thought," inwardly chiding himself. "You're on 'enemy territory'. Look sharp!"

Three girls, in characteristic "sailor fuku" school uniforms gawked at him in amazed dumbfoundedness. Something Jack found most off-putting.

Duffy puzzled, "the guy on the apartment stair and Kaji didn't react like this, why ..."

Composing himself he replied, "Good morning ladies." Glancing at his watch he decided to proceed to his next goal.

"Excuse me," he said walking past. He left the building walking diagonally past the steps leading down to the lower campus for another quick look at Class B.


The three girls watched open mouthed as the foriegner left. Two then looked to the twin poneytailed "blonde" firing off fast questions.

"How did he ...?

"Who ... and what's he ...?

"Hold it!" The 'blonde' exclaimed. "I'm on it!"

She brought her left hand to her ear and deftly pressed the transmit button on the wireless mic headset she always wore.

"Yeah?" Firm voice on the other end.


"Yeah Yusa, what's up?"

"You're not gonna' believe what just walked past us in Class A!"

"Say again?"

"A foreigner ... gaijin! Old one too. He's heading out way past the steps to the athletic field. You can just catch him if you look out the window!"

Yuri Nakamura went to classes as little as possible. She had no intention on "graduating", knowing what that meant, so no point attending. When not planning/executing Front operations, she was content to sit at the center of the "web". That center being the comandeered principles' office to the front and left atop Class B: Unofficially known as Anti-Angel Strategy Headquarters/Safe and Sound.
The only place on campus safe from ... HER. Radio in hand, she took in Yusas' terse report.

"Say what?" That can't ... just a sec ... Noda!? ... What's with you?"

The only other in the office, Noda, at that moment gaping out a side window to the front of Class A, gestulating wildly. So amazed, he had dropped his halberd. Rushing past the deskbound Yuri, he stopped at the front window and resumed his state of agitation.

Yuri also took to the front window, snatching the pair of 57mm binoculars off the desk. Raising it to her eyes, she focused on the out of place dark jacketed figure walking along the wall separating upper from lower campus. It was as Yusa said and Noda agitating.

"How in the world ..."

She took the binocs from her eyes, blinked twice and peered through them again.


To be continued ...

Storyline and original characters (only) copyright © 5-1-14 C V Ford


Note(s) to the reader:

This is my first attempt at a multi chapter fanfic. In fact, it's my first fanfic ever. While working on this the past THREE years, I branched off into short story/one shots. All my 30 plus stories on this site came long after I started this one.

I have 16 chapters done. It may take up to another 16+ to complete. The next five after this one will be posted in weekly intervals. The rest, one every two weeks or so.

I refrained from posting this as I wanted to finish first. Fanfiction dot Net is littered with the corpses of multi chapter stories that will never get done. I hope this won't be one of them.

As the worst stories are the ones not told and rather than "hiding my candle under a bushel", I decided to post it.

This is where you, the readers, come in. Even though everything is pretty much "locked in" up to chapter 16, if you have ANY thoughts or ideas, please PM me with them. I'll give even the more outlandish a read as they might get my gray matter moving again.

Some things to keep in mind.

1. The story is OC centric.

2. The OC will be "shipped" later in the story with another OC more his own age. We're not talking Mr. Kimura here.

3. This is more a drama (With some comedic touches.) than an actioner.

4. The story is a pre-Otanashi one of events before that characters' arrival.

I hope you have as much fun reading this as I of writing it. Until then ...

In Gods' Good Time chapters 23456.

C V Fords' profile page and anime fanfiction stories list at fanfiction dot net here.

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Disclaimer: The preceding is a NON-PROFIT work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only. I make no claim to ownership of the names/characters, places, & events mentioned in this work that are the intellectual properties of others. They are the sole properties of their respective owners. Please, by all means support the owners of such properties in the purchase & enjoyment of their works.