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

Disclaimer: The writing and title of this chapter took place some months before. The posting was determined by the bi-weekly schedule I am trying to keep. It is only by coincidence it's posting has fallen on the same week as the incident in Ottowa a couple days before and should not be construed as an attempt on my part for publicity for my story or personal gain.

My heart goes out to Corporal Cirillo, the victim of this cowardly attack and his family.

Canada, may she ever be our friendly neighbor to the north. God bless her.

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In Gods' Good Time

by

C V Ford


Chapter 16: Oh Canada


"Yo ... DUUUDE!"

Duffy looked up from the lawn tractor he was working on, noticing TK, arms folded, leaning on the garage doorways' edge.

"Hey, TK ... What's up man!"

The blindfolded "man of mystery", crooked smile on his face, jumped into a half crouch, both indexes pointing at the gaijin.

"Someone ta' sees ya' ... "

"Oh? What's Yuri want?"

"Not Yurippe bro ... Newbie!"

Jack puzzled for a moment as to why a new arrival would want to see him.

"Don't see why a-"

"American ... Like you. She wants to make speaks at ya'."

"American? ... SHE!?"

"Waitin' in the cafeteria."

!?

"Mission accomplished! Gotta go ... Sees ya!"

Ordinarily Jack, or anyone else for that matter, would have been amazed to get a "coherent" conversation of any kind out of TK. He didn't even use any rock related catch phrases!

But THIS! Another American? HERE?

Almost noon, Jack hastily clocked out a few minutes earlier and fast walked to the cafeteria building.

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"Yup! There he goes," said Hinata.

Yuri, Takamatsu, Hinata and Noda watched from the back third floor window across the hall from Safe and Sound.

"And anxious," Takamatsu replied.

"I'm hoping Duffy didn't start a trend," Yuri stated. "One foreigner, albeit a friendly one, causes enough concern. But two ...?"

"Uh ... There goes the neighborhood?" Takamatsu grinned.

"Not quite but ... Hey!"

"What's wrong?"

"He just waved at us!"

"Oh come on Yurippe," Hinata laughed. "Everyone knows you're up here in 'the nest' all the time keeping an eye on everybody and every thing. Some of us give you a wave from time to time."

"If anything," speculated Takamatsu, "the new circumstances might be telling him he's going to be in for more observation."

"I think we'll just keep it casual for now ... maybe."

"Well," Hinata said. "There's always Shiina."

"I wonder how he's going to react when he sees her ..."

"I think," Takamatsu proclaimed, "he's going to be very surprised."

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"Hey Duffy-san!" Fujimaki called across the Second Entrance Bridge. "Yuri's got all the guys lookin' for ya'. Someone to-"

"I know!" Jack answered hurrying along. "Thanks!"

"Yeah, good luck!" Oyama added.

"Good luck? Why would anyone wish me that about something like this?" Duffy thought. "New student, needs coordinating ... as she's American ... would probably feel more comfortable if a fellow countryman clued her in. That or maybe the Battlefront doesn't take in foreigners ...or ... I sure could do with news from home."

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Entering the building, turning into the main dining area, he was brought up short. He could see this was not a student awaiting. All the way across the room, seated at his usual table with her back to him, she was engaged in animated conversation with what seemed the entire female contingent of the SSS with a few of the regulars crowding in as well.

Dark hugging skirt, red vest over white longsleeves, topped by a long shock of brilliant red hair.

Definitely not student uniform. Teacher ...?

"Should have spruced up before running here," he thought. "Well ... Too late for that now ..."

So focused on their conversation, not one of the "mob" noticed his approach. He was at least glad to see she wasn't being treated like the pariah he was on his arrival. He was within only a few paces when the usually observant Yusa, opposite the newcomer, finally noticed him. Several others tracked her gaze, the rest quickly following suit.

A hush fell over the gathering as it occured to the recent arrival something new was being added to the conversation. She slowly turned in her seat staring up into the face of the American.

Duffy was brought up short a second time as his gaze was met with the greenest pair of eyes he had ever beheld before or since.

"My ... God!" He inwardly exclaimed. "She's ..."

She was a beauty at that. Long Nordic face, high cheek bones and forehead, semi-full lips framed by the aforementioned brilliant mane of red. A few freckles under the eyes adding to the charm. The countenance topping a wonderfully statuesque frame.

He also noted the look of concern on the lovely face, in spite of the smile. Understandable considering what she must have gone through to have arrived here.

In a lame attempt to relieve the tension and break the ice, Jack put on his best faux Bogart.

"Pardon me," he intoned. "But could you help a fellow American down on his luck?"

The vision rose. Trying to effect a businesslike manner, she extended her hand.

"I ... I'm Rachel O'Hara," she stammered slightly. "You must be ... uh ... Mr. Duffy.

To her and the onlookers surprise, Jack took her hand firmly in both of his putting on his best smile.

"Just call me Jack."

A giggle rose through the girl pack as a slight blush appeared on Rachels' face. Though she was informed about him, she didn't expect such friendliness from the start.

"Uh ... ," she looked at the crowd then back. "Alright ... Jack! ... And actually ... I'm from Toronto."

"Oops!"

"Though I think I fell into one heck of a Looney Toon ..."

"Well," thought Duffy, "she got the joke anyway." (1)

"I think," speculated Iwasawa giving a knowing gaze to one and all, "these two have some things to go over. Let's go!"

"I still got some things I wanna' ask! There's-"

"I still got some things I wanna' ask!" Yui declared. "There's-"

"Later kid," said Hisako as she collared the hyperactive one. "Come on!"

"But I-"

With a protesting Yui, the group filed/drifted away from the table leaving the two alone.

"I've ... a lot of questions ... and ... well ..."

"As I've a lot to ask you!" Duffy exclaimed. "Please! ... Sit back down ... take a seat!"

He strode around the table sitting opposite.

"I really don't know where to begin ... neither do you I'll bet ... I-," a frown crossed the mans' face. "Hold on a sec."

Rachels' eyes widened as Jack launched off his chair and proceeded to gaze intently about the cafeteria. Her jaw dropped as well in his ducking down and peering under the table.

"Just ... WHAT ... are you ..."

"Not trying to be fresh or check you out further or anything," he partly lied. "But ... There's a certain someone I'm always on the lookout for-"

"What!?"

He got up, scanning the large room again.

"Little game we play ... Called 'Stalk the Gaijin'."

"Stalk the-?"

"Ah! ... here we go!"

The sound of laughter from many feminine voices had Rachel follow the mans' gaze to the cafeteria entrance.

Though not laughing, Shiina at least smiled as she waved, leaving with the rest.

"What was THAT ... about?" Rachel inquired turning back as Jack waved back and reseated himself.

"And who was THAT girl? I don't remember seeing her before."

"Weren't supposed to."

"Weren't supposed-"

"She's very good at what she does."

"Which is?"

"I'm sure they filled you in on the ins and outs of this place ... as far as it goes."

"Uh ... Yes. They ... Ms. Nakamura ... and that OTHER ... very strange girl."

"Tiny, white hair ... Talks in a sweet monotone and only answers direct questions?"

"Yes. Ms. Tachibana."

"Yeah. They call her Angel or ... THE ANGEL."

About to ask further, she hesitated ...  Yes ... the ANGEL.

"So ... Canadian ... eh?'

"Eh?" Smiling in response. "I don't do ... 'eh'."

"Oh?"

"That was corrected in college. Minored in English."

"Your major?"

"History ... It's what I do. I'm a teacher."

"I'm something of a history buff myself, uh ... ," Duffy paused, gazing at her.

"Is ... something wrong?." Look of concern.

"You're ... you're the first white face I've seen in months (A good looking one at that!). Just ... Can't get over it. Was beginning to think I'd never see that again."

Eyes narrowing, her face darkened somewhat.

"Racist are we?"

"But lov-a-ble ... ," Duffy replied, leaning forward, folding hands, putting on the CHEESIEST smile he could. "I mean ... I'm tapering off. Why ... I haven't burned a cross in ... Hmmm ... Come to think of it. I havent burned any since I came here."

He looked past Rachel and scanned the students about the cafeteria.

"Probably be wasted on them."

"I think they'd know who to go to if you did." Duffys' friendly sarcasm put her back at ease.

"This may be crude and I don't mean to be, but ... considering how one gets here, would it bother you telling me how you uh ... ?"

He could instantly see it did bother her.

Hands on table, she looked down with a deep sigh.

"I'm sorry, it's ... uh ... I ... I shouldn't have asked that."

"No ... It's all right ... I-"

"So much has been thrown at you in such a short time. Should have known better."

"This is definitely going to take some getting used to," she replied slowly.

"If there's any-"

"But," she looked up abruptly giving Duffy a slight start. "Like it as not ... I'm in it. Have to make the best of it. No sense giving up and ... 'dying' ... "

She looked past Duffy at no where in particular. "As if you could ... "

"And you'd only come back."

"Does that really ... I mean ... Have you ...?"

"No, not me. Dying once was enough. I'm not part of this little dispute of theirs and they seem to respect that."

"Well then ... How did you ... "

"I think it was heart attack or something. Was taking in a movie I'd just gotten. Chest started hurting and the next thing I know ... I'm here. Quite a shocker when I looked out the window."

"It was the same with me. I woke up and-"

"Hmmm," Duffy thought aloud. "You've been here ... how long so far?"

"Almost two days counting today."

"I think I would have seen you before now."

"I was in my apartment, trying to sort things out when there was a knock on the door."

"The Tachibana kid I take it?"

"Yes. With no one to reach on the phone, I was desperate for some ... ANY information."

"I know the feeling."

"So we're talking ... At least I was mostly."

"That Tachibana isn't much of a conversationalist to be sure."

"No," Rachel replied, "no ... she's certainly not."

"I took my time venturing out. It was almost one when I did. Stuck mostly to Admin ... Class Building B. That's where the Yusa girl found me. Brought me to that 'headquarters' of theirs.

"So there ... " a long hesitation as she asked, " ... really IS a war of some kind ... going on ... happening ... here ... ?"

To be continued ...

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1. 8 Ball Bunny (Warner Brothers, 1950.) was a Bugs Bunny theatrical cartoon short directed by Chuck Jones. In it, Bugs, out of the goodness of his heart, helps out a voiceless show business penguin by taking him to the south pole in the belief the bird belongs there only to find he was born in captivity. Along the way, the two run into Humphrey Bogart several times who reprises his role from the film, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (Warner Brothers, 1948.), with a riff on his line about being a fellow American in need of help. The director/producer of the film, John Huston, played the "mark" to the begging Bogart.

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Canadian National Anthem, O Canada (instrumental) here.

Canadian National Anthem, O Canada (English) here.

Canadian National Anthem, O Canada (Francais) here.

Wikipedia article on 8 Ball Bunny here.

In Gods' Good Time chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15.

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STOP....END....TERMINATE

STOP....END....TERMINATE

by

Weatherly Hardy

I do not care if you are a giggling fanboy of Hizzoner Mr. Obama, or if you are his most ardent foe; the President and his court of jesters are making dreadful decisions, deadly decisions, decisions that could truly decimate (and MORE) the population of these United States.

When I was in, oh, the sixth grade, we learned about the typhoid epidemic, and about the protocols that public health officials developed to track down Patient Zero, and then, all the potential exposed persons. Included in those protocols was quarantine. Later, "The Readers Digest" titillated its readers by detailing the selfsame methods used to track down those with syphilis and gonorrhea in attempts to deal with the incipient epidemic of STDs in the '60s and '70s. Point: we have a disease of frightening virulence being treated like a head cold. There is no effort being made to limit incoming travelers from Ebola hot zones. The CDC head his own self said "The right of return (via air travel-ed.) is more important than preventing disease.". Our borders are perilously porous, and should an outbreak reach Central America, there will be a flood of Ebola victims coming north to the cornucopia of medical wonders. I do not think that the President's feel-good whistling past the graveyard will prevent National Guard units and state militias setting up machine guns on the border facing south, and producing scenes that make Walking Dead and World War Z look like a Disney movie. "War on Ebola"? That will be the warfare, unless we can miniaturise submarines ad SEALS to fight the virus hand-to-hand.

I call on Congress, and upon the President to cease giving a deadly virus civil rights, end air travel to and from hot zones like Liberia, and seal our borders. Mr. Kerry has said "We NEED open borders. We NEED unimpeded air travel (from Liberia, Sierra Leone, etc. -ed.)". Why? WHY? Why are these things needed? What purpose is served by these conditions? This putative need is not axiomatic; it is merely a step toward, a precursor to...what?

Is the "what" worth an epidemic entering, being imported into our country, an epidemic which makes you bleed from every orifice? Does Mr. Obama wish to see his daughters bleed out before his eyes? Does he and his followers wish to see mass exsanguination of his fans and foes alike?
Viruses are a-political; they just wish to use you as a vast reproductive organ. If our leaders do not begin treating this disease like a disease instead of as a privileged minority, well, we will be screwed.

Royally.

Article copyright © 10-14-14 Weatherly Hardy. Originally posted on Aardvarks' Plumbline blog.


Disclaimer: Illustrations and the following links/opinions were added by Jay Agan. Yes, The Andromeda Strain book/film is science fiction. However it is no less relevant.

The Andromeda Strain trailers here and here. This is the original 1971 production NOT the mini series. For all I know, the mini series has space aliens and PC crap messages about peaceful co-existence with microbes and viruses.

Wikipedia articles on The Andromeda Strain book here and 1971 film here.

Full Metal Panic Fumoffu anime, episode 12, 5th Period Hotspot (Japanese with English subtitles.) here. Obama ... er ... Ebola is mentioned and they handle the situation better than the CDC ... at first.

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

In Gods' Good Time

by

C V Ford


Chapter 15: A Snake In Eden


"Please! Naoi-san! I ... I didn't mean to, I-"

The loud smack of a back hand impacting on an anxious face echoed across the top of Class C. The target automatically slumped to the roof, it being part of the drill he had been through many times before. Naoi-san was having one of his periodic fits of rage and the NPC, in his limited way, realized it best to "take it" and let it pass.

The student council Vice President pushed up on the bill of his cap as he, leering crookedly, looked down on the cowering figure. What had originally been a tasteless chore in maintaining balance while stranded in this "in between" had slowly morphed into the deepest of pleasures. He now more than understood why bullies took such satisfaction. That feeling of power over others ...

"Whether you meant it or not matters little if at all. What does matter is you're here, I'm here ...

"AND WITH THAT!"

The antagonist raised his right foot, about to send a stomping, forward kick into the hapless target. It enraged him as he saw the boy raise his arm in protection. Then again, Naoi would have been enraged if the kid didn't. Whether they took it like the stupified cattle they were or put up resistance, the bully would never be pleased. Their very existence pissed him off to no end and that HE ... GOD! ... had to put up with it. At least, for the moment, he'd be compensated.

The kick never came.

Ayato Naoi gagged as his collar "punched"  his adams apple on being yanked abruptly and violently back, almost falling in the rearward stumble. A rough hand spun him around then grabbed the front of his collar, jerking him forward ... Into the eyes of a very hostile looking foreigner.

Duffy turned to the would-be victim sprawled on the roofs' tarmac.

"Get outta' here kid," the man commanded. "Me 'n the veep here's got things to discuss."

The now relieved victim struggled up. Dashing to the door, the 'droid' took a quick last look and ducked inside.

"Y'know ... ," Jack noted the NPCs' exit and turned his gaze back to the momentarily subdued student Vice President. "I've had my eye on you off and on for the past few weeks. It's a pretty good act you put on ... making like one of the walking dead 'n all. I see you going through the motions, almost no variation in your routine ... almost. And that's what gave you away. You know ... little things ... like your not eating the same thing every Tuesday at lunch ... that sorta' thing-"

"Why ... why would you-"

Hand tightened on the collar, choking off Naois' utterance.

"Quiet! ... You had your say while knocking that kid around. As for my watching you, nothing personal ... til now. Just something I do to pass the time while working. You'd be surprised how many zombies here that really aren't. Everybody here has their own way of coping with this wierd set-up. Some, like you, try to pass themselves off as part of the scenery. Up til now, you were just one of the 'fake outs' I happened to notice and nothing more.

"So here I am, at the other end of the roof working on the air conditioning, when I see you and this other kid arrive and you start giving him a hard way to go-"

"It's not like they're real people or anything! They can't really-"

With a gasp, Naoi felt both hands on his collar, now lifting him up, so much so, the young man stood on his toes.

"I ... said ... shut ... the hell ... UP!

"Real or not ... don't matter ... What is real is ... I ... DON'T ... LIKE ... BULLIES ... Never did. And you sir ... are a bully.

"Now maybe your being such a secret little prick is your way of counter acting  being such an outwardly model student ... maintaining equilibrium so to speak ... so's ya won't disappear 'n all. Then again, it could be you're just a useless punk who gets his jollies beating up on people.

"Either way or whatever ... You better make sure the NEXT time you go pushing someone around, that I'm not within earshot ... 'Cause if I catch you hurting someone again ... real or otherwise ... I'm gonna' ... KICK ...  YOUR ... ASS!

Duffy shoved the diminutive bully away.

"Now git outta' here."

Gaining his balance and backing up a few feet, Naoi faced Duffy. He was always careful about using his 'talent', so far, on only NPCs. He wasn't sure how it would work on his fellow 'genuines'. Without thinking, he decided to try it on the foreigner.

"So ... A sense of justice is it?"

"So," began the Vice President as he lowered his voice in beginning the procedure. "A sense of justice is it? I suppose it fair to say that you may have been a past victim of bullying yourself."

You don't know the half of it, kid.

"And it's been a source of regret you didn't deal with it in a better manner than in the past."

Yeah. Could have handled it better. Should have kicked more ass back then than I did. Hell, half the people who gave me a hard time, I could have taken easily. God, I was such a wimp then!

"Fear, doubt ... and possibly other things ... That feeling of helplessness ... powerless ..."

I know what you mean. Why ... Why am I having trouble focusing? What's this kid-

"Maybe you were in situations beyond your control. Situations caused by those older ... parents ... teachers ... maybe? Authority figures of some kind ..."

Oh yeah ... those bastards ... in that ... place. The drugs ... abuse ... mind games ... the- Wait a sec ... Well HELL!

"What they did ... You'd like to correct that ... wouldn't you? You'd- URK!"

Duffy closed the few feet separating them inhumanly fast and Naoi felt himself being jerked off his feet a second time. The enraged foreigner holding the collar in a viselike grip, their eyes only inches apart.

"So that's it! I was wondering how a runt like you could beat that kid around. He looked like he could mop the floor with you yet you had him begging. I could see you're no martial artist with the way you were gonna' kick him ...

"Power of suggestion ... Yeah ...hypnosis of some kind or other. Gotta' admit. You almost had me kid ..."

The thought of another attempt flashed through Naois' mind but he thought the better of it. The foreigners' hazel eyes bespoke the cold rage seething behind them. Telling him the man had past experience with this kind of power ... An experience that DID NOT AT ALL go well for him. And he was on the verge of taking it out on Naoi!

"How? ... How is it ... you ..."

"Never you mind, kid ... Not important."

The grip tightened.

"What is important is ... I'm on to you."

"!?"

"What's also important is what I'm putting on top of my first warning ... "

The piercing eyes bore deep into those of the student Vice President, DARING him to make another attempt at mesmerisation.

"If you should ever ... EVER! ... try that shit on me again ... If you ever even hint at it ... I ... WILL ... KILL ... YOU ... In the most excriutiating and graphic a manner possible.

"Oh sure. It's true that's only a waste of time here, being what this place is and all ... but that's not all there'd be to it. Oh no. There's also the fun part after.

Naois' eyes widened.

"I'll toss what's left of ya' in a contemplation room and leave you there ... WITH THE DOOR WELDED SHUT!"

"!"

Jack pushed his face even closer to that of the would-be mesmerist, noses almost touching.

"With only your sick little thoughts to keep you company ... FOR-EV-ER!"

Shoving the kid away, he watched as the young man stumbled and fell on his posterior. Duffy leaned forward, his right index finger pointing between the boys' eyes.

"I reiterate ... This is not a threat ... This is not a promise ... It is a WARNING.

"Now git!"

Ayato wasted no time in picking himself up and departing. At the door, he took one last dreading look at the seething figure, its' right hand now at its' side, thumb hooked in the belt.

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Ayato hurried down the stairs as if the very demons of hell were following. Frequently glancing back, the thought of the vengeful angel on the roof at the forefront of his mind.

"How was that gaijin able to fend me off like that!?"

He knew there was the possibility of resistance but, so ... violent. It seemed it was all the American could do to keep from hammering the young man into the buildings' roof. The would-be mesmerist was lucky to get off as lightly as he did and more than knew it.

Yes, it was the first time he actually tried it on a sentient human ... almost succeding.

"Went too far, too fast," he thought. "Must take it slower ... Study more ... refine my technique. He'll pay ... They'll ... ALL pay. Yes ... study ... refine!"

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If the kid was armed, he wondered if Naoi might draw on him and held his stance, watching the young man leave. As it was, Naoi scuttled through and was gone.

He waited over a minute, keeping his eye on the door in case the Vice President returned.

"Heh ... ," calming down. "Too many movies ... westerns ... Yeah ... Too ... many ..."

Knees shaking, his legs wobbled, threatening to collapse out from under.

Staggering, Duffy, with right arm, leaned against an AC unit, other hand to his head.

"Oh God ... headache ... Hurts like hell! Little bastard almost had me."

Slumping down, he turned and sat, his back to the unit. Holding his head with both hands, he softly rocked back and forth in an attempt at willing the pain away.

"Kid's a menace ... Gotta' keep an eye on him ... Can't let my guard down ... Can't let him ... THEM! ... get to me.

"THEM! The bastards! ... Why ... Mommy? ... Daddy? ... why ... Why did you send me there? ... That ... place? ...Why did you let them ... I know I wasn't like the other kids ... I know I was ... different ... but ... What did I do that was ... What did I do to deserve ...

"Oh God ... dear Jesus ... why ... Why did it happen ... to me ... What did I do to deserve it? ... And why am I in THIS place now? Maybe this actually is hell ... IS this hell, Lord? Maybe ... "

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Standing but a few feet away, a silent, stealthy presence watched protectively as the man, now oblivious to his surroundings, coped with his mental as well as physical pain. The apparition reached out, wanting to put a comforting hand on a shoulder but heistated, long practice of being unseen preventing.

Turning, the wraith went over the retaining rails to the roofs' edge and waited. On seeing Naoi making a hasty exit from the building and wending his way in the dorms direction, it slipped over, quickly climbing down.

Yuri had to know.

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After a cautious trip down to Class Cs' top floor, Duffy, legs still unsteady, put his head around the corner and scanned the hall for signs of his new enemy.

"Are you all right?"

Heart in mouth, Jack stiffened then relaxed. No, not Naois' voice in the questioning.

... his eyes beheld the slight, silver-white haired form of the "angelic" one.

Turning, his eyes beheld the slight, silver-white haired form of the "angelic" one.

"Nothing wrong hon, I'm fine."

Kanadae could see the man was sweating, nervous. Blinking once, she inquired further.

"Are you sure? I saw Naoi-san leaving the roof. He seemed quite fearful."

"He oughta' be," Jack replyed ominously. "If he's any smart he'd ... better be."

"Was there a problem with him?"

Duffy sourly chuckled within over the young ladys' understatement. He countered with a question of his own.

"Are you ... ," apprehension building, "working with him ... in any way?"

"Only in matters dealing with student affairs, nothing more."

"You know he's a real person, don't you? Not one of-"

"The non-entities? Yes. Though he has hidden himself quite well."

"I take it then you know of his ability ... what he can do?"

"I am aware of his powers of manipulation and how far he can go. I have taken measures to counter them. It appears you have as well."

The man blinked hard against the now dull ache above and behind his eyes. Yes ... when one realizes what's happening ... is mad enough.

"Just plain cussed meanness hon," was the best he could come up with at the moment."

"If you are all right, then I must go. Business to attend to."

Duffy let her pass, giving her a few seconds before starting off on his own.

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Making his way to his apartment on now steady legs, he entered and immediately went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. Opening it, he grabbed the bottle of aspirin.

He looked down at the two tablets, quickly adding a third, then, slumping in the barcalounger, rubbed his temples against the receding ache.

"That ... Damn kid. Almost had me ... DID have me. DAMN! I thought I'd forgotten that ... hell. Put it outta' my mind best I could. Little bastard brought those things back ... In freakin' living color! Man, I don't wanna' remember that hell ... that ... place ... Little scumbag brought it all ... back!"

A real enemy this time. Maybe. If the punk tried to cause trouble later, he'd know what to do.

For a start, he reached for the phone.

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Phone to her ear, Yuri alternately switched her vision from the ceiling to the ninja seated on the other side of the desk. It was but only a half hour between when Shiina informed her and Duffys' call.

"Anything more you can tell me of him?"

"Only what I said before ... That he's been masquerading as an NPC and that there's something strange about him," Yuri explained. "I've given orders to casually observe and have as little contact as possible."

"Well I TOLD you what's strange about him."

"That you did," the Front leader replied. "We only had a vague idea of what he could do. For all we know, you're the first non-NPC he's tried it on."

"Like I said, it didn't go well for him ... or me. You watch it around that guy, y'hear?"

"Thanks for the heads up."

"Another thing."

"Oh?"

"I ran into Tachibana right after."

"Really ..."

"Seems she knows about him, probably more than you or I. Except for student business, she says she's not working with him and is leery of him too."

"That's good to know."

"Hey, one wild card at a time, right?"

"You got it!" Yuri exclaimed. "Again, thanks for the info."

"No prob, talk to ya' later."

The Front leader set the phones' reciever in its' cradle and looked over at Shiina.

"Anything to add?"

"As I said before," the ninja began in reiteration, "I spotted Naoi and the NPC from the library roof and Duffy-san moving up on them. I got over just as the gaijin started on Naoi."

"And it looked like Naoi was getting the better of him?"

"I was about to jump in when ... He rallied ... exploded."

"He was that mad, right?"

"Yes. And Naoi frightend. He was quick to leave."

The ninja girl glanced downward for a moment then back up.

"After Naoi left, Duffy-san looked like he was in terrible pain. Was on the ground holding his head. I stayed awhile longer ... made sure he was alright and that Naoi had left the area ... Then came straight here."

Yuri felt Shiina might be leaving something out but couldn't put a finger on it.

"You really like that old foreigner, don't you?"

"I respect him, nothing more."

Looking into the burgundy eyes of the tracker, the Front leader could tell it was so.

xxxxx

Shiina WAS holding out, having made no mention of what she overheard while Duffy had been talking to himself. As it was always Yuris' policy of any personal info be submitted by the person him/herself, Shiina felt she was in no betrayal by with-holding.

Leaving the office, Shiina thought on what she overheard Duffy say in his anguish.

Everyone here was broken in some way. Having dark corners in their minds they would as soon not see illuminated. The way the man carried on to himself proved how heavy the burden he carried. And the weight ... HEAVY. She hoped he would find a way to lighten it.

As for her, one of the ways she found to ease her own came in with several others as she was leaving.

A sidelong glance at the group held no significance to them but for one.

The significance being: Tonight. Again! You. Me. Usual place. Not neccessarily ... the usual.

To the "object of her affections" it was: Be there ... OR ELSE!

xxxxx

It was the alternate night of a jog instead of a brisk walk and Duffy had no intention of varying his routine. The discovery of a possible adversary was not going to deterr him. He decided if Naoi made another psychic move on him, he'd forego the excriutiating torture he proclaimed before and just put the kid "on ice" by incarcerating him in a contemplation room ... After, of course, a 1050 feet per second, cranial injection of 230 grains semi-jacketed hollow point.

To say Jack was furious, was an understatement. He, however, decided on playing it smart, kool and not let it get the better of him. Maybe he would catch that kid bullying others. Maybe that bullying would be a trap to sucker him in. Would others be in on it with the little Svengali?

Unlike Yuri, he had no compunction about shooting anyone, NPC or human, who might assist the kid. A human shield, willing or otherwise, was still a weapon that had to be taken out. None of that Blackhawk Down krap for him!

Passing by the gym building, he was brought up short.

A rear door was ajar. He distincly remembered having locked it earlier in the day.

Though off duty, Jack still carried his work radio.

"83 to 85."

"Go ahead," voice of the co-worker NPC, Kaji in response.

"Just noticed the northeast rear door to the gym is open ... Gonna' check it out inside."

"Probably one of the kids. Making a note of it, 85 clear."

He doubted it had anything to do with Naoi. He was sure it was too soon for any possible retaliation and the gym just wasn't the student Vice Pres' thing.

"Probably Takamatsu working out," he thought. The young mans' extra 'phys ed' after closing was one of the things Duffy purposely overlooked in regard to the kids. "Have to talk to him about such carelessness."

Nevertheless, Jack drew the Officers' Model Colt from its holster before entering.

Walking past the locker rooms, he glanced into the weight room. Lights off and no Takamatsu to be seen. Duffy proceeded to the gym proper. Might as well see if everything else was in order. Making a circuit of the vast space he came upon an open storage room door by the stage. The one with an HVAC unit toward the back.

Backtracking a distance, Duffy plugged in the earpiece to his radio.

"83 to 85," he whispered.

"Go ahead."

"Probably nothing but I also found the door to storage room 4 open. Gonna' check it out."

"Noted. 85 clear."

Quietly walking up, Jack quickly reached around, snapping on the storage room light. A rustling sound came from the behind the HVAC unit.

He wasn't about to just rush in. Back to the wall and off to the side he held the pistol at his side, pointed down. Though a thin possibility it MIGHT be Naoi, he wasn't going to take the risk of pointing a gun at an innocent.

Something on the floor caught his eye while taking a quick glance in. A mechanical wind up toy of a cat. He'd seen several tucked away in there before and thinking none of it, put the minor anomoly out of his mind.

"Okay ... Whoever it is ... Come on out ... Not gonna' hurt ya ... Just you're not supposed to be here after hours."

"Uh ... Duffy-san?" A male voice in response.

"... Yeah?"

A young man slowly sidled out from behind the HVAC, embarrassed look on his face, followed by an equally flustered ... Eri Shiina(!?), both hastily buttoning, straightening out their ruffled clothing.

"Oh ... Geez! ... Uh ... Sorry kids." Quickly holstering the Colt, Jack turned and beat a hasty retreat. " ... um ... Thought it was ... something else ... uh ... Carry on! ... I guess ..."

xxxxx

The two would-be lovers stood stock still, not making a move as they heard the receding footsteps of the American. Breaking out of her stupefaction first, the ninja girl quickly moved to the door. Noting Duffys' exit from the gym, she softly closed it while snapping the light switch.

She was on the young guy so breathtakingly fast, he could only feel her approach. Feminine arms coiled about him in a constrictors' embrace, preventing movement.

"Guess I ... forgot to ... close the ... door?" His nervousness evident.

"Idiot! ... Moron!" Exclaiming low and breathlessly. "This is just so ...!"

Still holding him in irresistible enfoldment, she sank her teeth into a shoulder, expressing her displeasure at their mutual ineptness and hormones still very much in play.

xxxxx

"83 to 85 ... Just checked the Gym. Nothing unusual. Someone left a door open, nothing more."

"85 to 83, got that and noted."

Duffy continued with his jog around the grounds perimeter.

"Looks like Japan wins THAT one," he mused putting one step after another. "Though having successfully snuck up on Shiina ... That's gotta' be a first!"

He wasn't naive as to the things going on with young people. After all, he was one himself once.

Once? But a few months before, he was pushing retirement age and ... now? He now had the body of one still in his youth in as fantastic and weird a setting as any in science fiction.

A couple times before, he inadvertently rousted young folk engaged in "fun 'n games" while making his rounds on duty. It never occurred to him to run across "seldom seen Shiina" ... C7? And with ... THAT guy? Of all people, he never would have expected her to have any thoughts toward HIM.

Snapping out of his mirthful surmising, his thoughts turned back to Naoi. Another snake in Eden.

Eden? That required an Eve and, for him, there was none.

There certainly wasn't one among the ersatz, NPC staffers. And he wouldn't even consider any of the students, real or not. That was just wrong.

No, not Eden.

Hell? In a way ... yes.

He had no idea "Eve" was soon to arrive ...

To be continued ...

xxxxx

In Gods' Good Time Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14.

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Yui Ikari: Anti-Christ

Yui Ikari: Anti-Christ


Was wandering around Google Image Search when I happened upon these demotivationals on Deviantart by Slyboyseth.

Yes ... Often wondered about that 'un. Daughter of a SEELE member. Did a secret thesis/study on exploiting info in "the apocrypha of the Dead Sea Scrolls" that SEELE latched onto. Had such a "love" of humanity that she wanted to help one and all by "advancing" it, so to speak.

Of course, not really knowing where "it" was going and that mankind, in effect, would be wiped out.

Ah yes ... altruists.

Don't do me any favors, lady.

Just sayin' ...


By the way ... "The anti-Christ" does NOT appear in the Book of Revelation (It is "the beast".). While is does appear in some newer translations that is only because the translator is either a lazy twit or has an agenda of some kind. That's what happens when rapture bunnies have had too many slices of peanut butter and anchovie pizza while reading Tim LaHaye fantasies.

Just sayin' THAT too ...


Anime: If I Had A Bajillion Bucks here.

Beyond Wrong and Wonderful: A Neon Genesis/Azumanga Daioh Crossover Fan Fiction Story here.

Neon Genesis Evangelion: OOOO! Goodies In the Mail! here.

Thoughts On The Evangelion Cast of Characters here.


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

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

by

C V Ford
                                                                             

Chapter 14: Doing Business


Looking at his watch he said, "still some time 'fore Angel comes looking to hustle people off to class."

"Best we get back to 'Safe and Sound' Yurippe."

"In a minute." Yuri turned from Noda back to Duffy. "Y'know, I had no idea I'd be talking so much theology of any kind with anyone today or any day. Least of all you."

"Neither did I. The Purgatory remark was only a conversation starter."

"Or a conversion starter," the Front leader returned a knowing grin. "So what was it you DID want to talk about?"

Jack reached into the fanny pack, drawing out some metal objects with a couple sheets of paper.

"Wondering if we could discuss business."

"Business ..."

"Yes."

"As in ... " Her eyes widened slightly as they fell on the articles in Duffys' hand.

"I figure you don't really need ALL those meal tickets you uh ... aquire on your raids. Your school accounts should cover meals. My guess is they're going to someone else."

"Someone ... else?"

"Your group combined couldn't possibly eat all that food, not even with Matsushita. I understand he can be pretty carnivorous."

"Yeah," laughed Noda. "You gotta watch your hands around him when he's eating!"

"And that someone else would be ... ?"

"The ones' procuring your guns 'n ammo."

Yuri kept herself deadpan inscrutible.

"I've noticed from time to time, folks in work coveralls who don't seem to be part of the regular maintenance staff. No lanyard ID or anything ... Mostly see 'em along with that Saitou fellow in cafeteria or food court. Except for that one bearded, older looking gentleman, they seem to be a bit on the young side to be staff. They take great pains to avoid Angel too. My guess is they're the ones making your goodies.

"As you know, my job requires me being all over the grounds. In several places, I've found trap doors over shafts leading down to passages below. The one under the gym stage for instance. Sometimes I hear the sound of machinery coming from below.

"Having seen that mallet trap of yours in action, I've no doubt there may be other nasties ready to spring below. Not wanting to get clobbered ... well ... I know where I'm not welcome. Mama didn't raise no fools ..."

"You mentioned something about business."

"Yes. I've found as I'm sure you already have, that one can make things or rather parts of things from the very dirt this place stands on. Though I've been experimenting at my place, I know I have a long way to go.

"In the meantime, I want to keep in practice. Which means I'll be expending some ammo. As I'm not a chemist or metalurgist, I was wondering if we could work out some trade.

"While I'm being paid reasonably well, there's little opportunity to spend it aside from the more expensive cafeteria dishes. If possible, maybe Takayama could work out funds transfer, or perhaps I could just pay you off in meal tickets ... Could take a little pressure off in regard to those raids you pull."

Yuri took a quick glance at Noda, the campus, then back to Duffy.

"I'll ... see what I can do. Can't promise anything though. As for that ...," She pointed at the objects Jack held.

He handed the things and paper to the Battlefront leader.

"These are examples of what I'm looking for with the specs. Prices I've estimated are based on American retail calculated in yen according to the exchange rate I last remember. I've added extra for any difference. Of course inform me before going ahead."

Yuri briefly examined the sheet and objects before pocketing them. Cha would know more about it and maybe shed more light on Duffy-san.

"I'll call in a day or so and let you know one way or the other."

xxxxx

"Honest Yurippe. I keep telling you ... He knows a lot more about that religion of his than I ever have. I learned more about it in that talk we ... you ... had yesterday than in all the times my aunt was uh ... " Noda turned to a figure seated across the desk from Yuri. "What's that word again?"

"Evangelizing."

Yuri Swiveled in the desk chair toward the answerer.

Yuri swiveled in the desk chair toward the answerer. "What do you make of it?"

"When my wife and I searched for that 'perfect world', we ran across all sorts of beliefs. This one's unique in its' uh ... exclusivity... yet ... inclusiveness."

"?"

"No reincarnation. Only one way to God, heaven ... nirvana, whatever. Dependence on a personal God who takes an active interest in you as an individual (Romans 8:28). They're compelled, at least the observant ones, by what their uh ... Bible ...  says to tell any and everyone of their beliefs (Mark 16:15, 2nd Timothy 4:2). Open to all and nothing passive about it. As it's seemingly based on non-violence I MIGHT doubt Angel's in on it in any way. May not have anything to do with the god we're up against ..."

"Well ... It really is a weird religion this Christianity thing. I swear ... At one point I thought he was trying to get Noda and I to disappear ... obliterated ... If we ... How'd he say it ... get saved? Yeah ... the 'salvation thing' he mentioned." (John 3:16, See also footnote 3 in Chapter 13.)

"Yeah ... 'getting saved' is what some of them call it. Others say 'born again'."

"'Born again'?"

"Being a changed person," explained Cha. (John 3:7 and 2nd Corinthians 5:17)

"I didn't quite exactly get what one would be 'getting saved' from. What exactly-"

"From being forever tormented in hell ... with the devil ... demons ... or something ... With no chance of getting out ... Separated from God for eternity ... I think ... ." (Matt 10:28, 1st John 5:18, 2nd Peter 2:4) (1)

"Darn it Noda! There you go again! You keep saying you don't know much about it then you come up with something like that."

"Honest Yuri! Just little bits 'n pieces from what I heard ... The way relatives put it ... In one ear 'n out the other."

"Be nice if you remembered more."

The halberd wielder only shrugged in reply.

"But then," the Front leader turned back to Cha. "You seem to know quite a lot about it yourself."

"Not really much more than Noda here. You could always talk further with Duffy-san about it, " suggested Cha.

"Hmm ... I don't know ..."

"There's some litturature in the library along with copies of that Bible of theirs."

"Well ... It's too weird for me," said Yuri. "I ... we ... have enough of the spiritual dealing with Angel and this place."

"Speaking of which," Cha interjected. "You think he's possibly working with Angel in SOME way? It'd really be strange dealing with him as he proposed if that's the case."

"No, not really. The only times any of us see him with Angel are incidental ... they don't talk much. Says he finds her strange and difficult to talk with."

"Hey! Maybe he could get her uh ... 'saved' and she'd get obliterated."

"Big help Noda," said Yuri as she eyed him with that goofy smile on his face. As he was on the desks' side opposite, he was out of slug range.

"All the same, you think it's wise to do business with him? We are talking munitions after all."

"I've some doubt but ... yes. As you as well as he said: They're told in that book of theirs to spread the word on their beliefs (Matt 28:19, Mark 16:15, ) It's probably not out any motivation to help Angel though I've already told everyone here to be on guard about him talking religion. That and he stated ... emphatically I might add ... He doesn't believe this place has any spiritual/theological basis ... that is ... none that he knows of.

"Then there's also the fact he doesn't have any powers or abilities like Angel. He's never made a move against us or displayed any hostility. If he's a threat, he's a very friendly one which might be the possibility. No ... For now ... If anyone's a wild card it would still be Angel."

"I find it interesting he was able to suss out the connection with the Guild and the meal tickets."

"He may not be Japanese, but he's no fool, Cha."

"So ... we go ahead?"

"Yes," Yuri declared. "Would be good to supplement our supply of meal tickets. Be nice every now and then NOT to have to do a raid. Build a reserve ... take some of the pressure off ... plan other operations ... So ... Think you can fill that order?"

"Definitely, With a little tweaking I know we can."

"Oh?"

"I find these cartridges interesting," said the machinist pointing to the objects on the desk. "Take the long one for instance. M1 .30 Ball ... Also known as the 'thirty ought six' ... .30 caliber, adopted by the U.S. military in 1906. The 7.62 millimeter Matsushita uses in his MG3 is a derivative of this.

"From the description Shiina gave me of his rifle, I think he has an M1A1 Garand semi-auto. The kind the Americans used during the War In the Pacific and Korea. Our own JSDF had it for a time after the war.

"And this one," Cha picked up the wider, shorter one. ".45 ACP ... stands for Automatic Colt Pistol. Not like the nine millies some of you have. Shiina also said he has the hammer cocked back all the time. My guess is he carries a Colt/Browning derivative of some kind. Like TKs' Hi-Power it's designed for carry with the hammer back, safety on, so's to have it in a safe but ready condition.

"From what I gather, when it comes to guns ... Duffy-san is strictly traditional old school GI.

"GI?"

"American military slang referring to their equipment. Means 'general issue'. Soon came to mean the men themselves."

"So that's why they were called GIs?"

Both machinist and leader looked over at Noda, Yuri shaking her head.

"So tell him we can fill this in a few days. We're gonna have to up the price to ...," Cha scribbled a figure on one of the sheets, "... this on subsequent orders. We can let this one go on his quote as he's a ... uh ... 'first time customer'."

Let's see," Yuri thought aloud. "From what we know of his comings and goings, he should be at his place in about an hour ... I'll call him then."

xxxxx

It was Friday, three days after Yuri phoned him of the orders' approval. He was only about ten minutes from having gotten back from work when his doorbell rang.

Cautiously moving to the side of the door, pistol in hand, he called out, "who is it?"

"Your special order from the Guild. We deliver!"

After passing a hand over the peep lense and nothing crashing through, he chanced a look-see. In the hallway stood a lone bearded figure Jack had, up to now, known only at a furtive distance. Holding five small boxes and a shallow wooden crate at his feet. Holstering the Colt, he turned the knob.

"Well hi," Jack greeted, slowly opening the door. "Didn't expect it to be filled so soon."

"Just a simple matter of getting to it."

"So come on in," the American invited. "Just set those boxes on the table ... I'll get this ..."

The man placed the five 50 round boxes of .45 ACP on the living room table as Jack lugged in the 1000 round case of .30'06. Setting the case on one of the chairs, he turned to his guest, extending his hand in friendly greeting.

"Jack's the name ... I take it you must be Cha ..."

xxxxx

"He ... invited you in? Just like that?"

"Pardon the pun but he was very open about it. Like he had nothing at all to hide."

"Unless," Yuri speculated, "what he had to hide was already hidden. He didn't act strange or nervous?"

"Not at all. In fact, we talked shop for quite awhile."

"Talked ... 'shop'?"

"Yes. He has a reasonably extensive knowlege of firearms. You know, he actually worked for a time at a gun store/target range."

"Really? His file doesn't say a thing about past work experience."

"Not important here ... He also lent me these."

Cha placed a couple trade paperback sized books on the desk. Yuris' eyes widened slightly as she saw the covers. Picking one up, she leafed through it stopping every so often on seeing something familiar.

"My Romanjis' a bit rusty but I can see what they're about. Think you'll find them useful?"

"They're a couple of Haynes' firearms manuals. 'Exploded' drawings of various guns. Quite a few of them I never worked with. They don't give exact measurement dimensions on parts but I can now at least know what the components look like. With a little tweaking ...

"I find it interesting he opened up to you like that," said Yuri. "Why would that be?"

"Some guys find it easier talking with other guys."

"It's a guy thing Yurippe," quipped Noda.

Yuri decided to ignore the halberd carrying, would-be comedian.

"He didn't mention anything about God or try to ..."

"Not a thing. Though I did notice a few shelves of theological books and a copy of that bible of theirs sitting on the table. Looked kind of strange sitting next to those boxes of .45."

"Anything else about his place?"

"Well, he did show me around. He actually uses a sleeping bag on the floor. Can't use a bed. Says it hurts his back.

"Another thing ..."

"Oh?"

"He certainly likes his movies ..."

To be continued ...

xxxxx

1. See also  Matthew 25:34-40 and 41-46, 1st Peter 5:8, Rev 12:9 and 20:10-15.

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A Couple of Quibcags ...

A Couple of Quibcags ...


So just what exactly is a "quibcag"? Simply put: Quote Illustrated by Cute Anime Girl.

These can be found at Karol Travens' Ex-Army blog.

I fell across this blog while searching for illustrations for my Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya fanfic story, Mr. John Smith Goes To Washington. I pirated about three of them as I thought they were appropriate.

The blog itself is a Libertarian website with a racist tone to it, so if you find that objectionable, I'd advise not going there. If you can get past that, you'll find the site to be witty, insightful (And INCITEFUL!) and bitingly blunt about any subject mentioned as well as critical of the "idealistic" (And UNREALISTIC!) "unicorns and rainbows" version of Libertarianism that has been bandied about for years. You know, if everyone in the world knew about the Libertarian world view, they'd all embrace it and become good little free enterprisers. Even the folks at ISIS/ISIL/ASSHOLE would drop their Islamic silliness and go for the gusto!

Not gonna' happen.

A feature of Mr. Travens' blog is the above mentioned "quibcag", of which a couple (Somewhat related to one another.) I have illustrated below:

Mr. Traven will also quote other writers for his 'cags'.

Maybe, maybe not. If one is not careful, you
could find yourself porn surfing for the rest
of your life.

A bit of irony here. In my aforementioned fanfic wherein I used some of Mr. Travens 'cags', the three white guys in the story "hook up" with the three Asian babes of the Haruhi series ... And we all know what an aggressive little sexpot Yuki Nagato can be!

Yeah ... Right!

Hentai is NOT canon.

Just sayin' ...

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Scooby Doo Meets Azumanga Daioh: Yeah, I'd Watch This.

L-R: Shaggy, Scooby-Doo, Chiyo-chan Mihama, Koyomi "Yomi" Mizuhara,
Ayumu "Osaka" Kasuga, Tomo Takino, Sakaki, Credit: Oku-chan at Deviantart.

Scooby Doo Meets Azumanga Daioh: Yeah, I'd Watch This.


I NEVER was a fan of Scooby-Doo. The repetitive formula (The same dang thing EVERY episode!) was a real turn off. The spin-off, The New Scooby-Doo Movies was even worse, especially the execrable Johnathan Winters episode (With the notable exception of  the "A Game of Pool" episode from The Twilight Zone series, Winters was at his quick minded, ad-lib best outside the confines of a script.).

So it was with some amusement I found the above graphic while cruising the web. If this was for real, I might actually give it a look.


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

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

by

C V Ford

xxxxx


Chapter 13: Revelations


"Really ... and just what is it God's done to straighten things out."

"Hara kiri ... Or, as in your Kanji, seppuku."

"What!?"

"Well ...  Not a ritual suicide so to speak. Rather what Christ went through."

"That crucifixion thing, right?" Yuris' head cocked to one side. "I've seen pictures ... paintings ... Just what IS THAT about?"


"That salvation/redemption thing I mentioned before." (John 3:16)

"Now you lost me."

"Well, back to the beginning. Just before God evicted the first couple from that paradise, he killed two animals, using the skins to cover their nakedness. This was the first time blood was spilled in order to cover sin ... guilt ... shame ... from the sight of God. (Genesis 3:21-24)

"In the centuries after, the Hebrew people, starting with Abraham (Genesis 22) then through Issac, Jacob, later Moses and Joshua, set up a symbolic system of ritual observance in remembrance. This involved the spilling of animal blood for the covering of sin. The type of creature (Cattle, sheep, doves.) was determined by the magnitude of a particular sinful act. The ritual performed was a token gesture on the part of the sinner showing his sincerity.

"As the ritual would only cover in blood a particular act and being only symbolic, it was only a reminder of what was to come, falling far short of what was really needed." (Hebrews  10:3-4, context Hebrews 10:1-14)

"Kinda like what you said about nothing we can do of ourselves no matter how hard we try?"

"Yes. Like a loan where you're never gonna get enough money to pay it off. All you can do, if at all, is make small payments while the interest piles up. No end to it. All you can do is 'kick the can down the road.' Sorta like the U.S. national debt. Or Japans' for that matter ...

"So what was needed was a one time/for all time settlement. Perfect ... complete, resulting in total removal of guilt for the sin nature hanging over us." (Hebrews 10:14, context Hebrews 10)

"And that would be this Jesus of yours ... right?" Yuris' skepticism more than apparent. "Why's that?"

"The imperfect incomplete can't cover what the perfect complete can. Our sinful nature prevents that. What was needed was that which isn't under that bond. Something totally perfect, without sin." (Hebrews 9:11-15)

"He being the 'son of God' qualified him for it? My aunt talked about him like that."

"You hit the nail on the head, Noda."

"So Jesus wasn't just a man I take it," speculated Yuri. "If he wasn't under this 'sin nature' thing."

"Yuri ... Jesus was ... IS God. (Isaiah 9:6, John 8:58 and 10:30) (1) God coming in the form of man to shoulder the responsibility we ourselves can't (Galatians 1:4). Completely sinless, not under the condition we're in. It was through his death the debt is paid (Colossians 2:13-14). It's through his return from death we'll all live again one day."

"So if Jesus is God ... ," thought Yuri. "Face of the enemy?"

"So he had nothing to answer for? He was completely innocent?"

"It was through His innocence that our guilt could be lifted."

"But if he had nothing to do with the state we're in, WHY did he do it? And if so, why not just 'fix' everything else too?"

"You could say He owed it to himself. What others did with His creation wasn't His fault, but it was

His responsibility to set things right. He still had to fix what is His. The Bible mentions more than once, when there was no higher authority to answer to, He swore on Himself (Hebrews 6:13, Genesis 22:16, Isaiah 45:23). It's not in Gods' character to let things go.

"Then there's the fact ... strange as it may sound to you, God loves and cares about us. Not only in our being part of his creation, but also as individuals ... everyone ... me, Noda here, them." Jack swept his arm out over the grounds. "And you Yuri." (Ephesians 2:4-5, 1st John 4:9-11)

"If God ever did care about me or anyone else for that matter, he wouldn't have-"

"Don't blame God Yuri. Blame those three mutants for turning your life into a living hell. They, as well as everyone else will come individually, face to face before the Lord to be judged (John 5:27-29, Heb 9:27). If they've kept their backs on Him ... they'll get theirs." (Ephesians 5:3-7, Galatians 5:19-21 and 6:8)

"As for everything else getting fixed, Gods' word says that will happen eventually." (Revelation 21:4 and 5)

"So why not NOW ... or right after he got killed and came back? Why do we have to wait ... and why here?"

"Remember what I said about history being a long string of people making bad descisions?"

"Yeah."

"Well ... if we're made in the image of God then we have the ability to figure out the difference between right and wrong. God has written it in the hearts of all of us (Romans 2:12-16). We have the ability to make the right ... or wrong ... decisions. Including living correctly and making the ultimate decision ... that of accepting Christs' atonement personally. It's called free will, Yuri." (Proverbs 16:9 and Revelation 3:20)

"Free will ... as in ..."

"Each individual must make the choice for oneself ... To either accept the fact of the blood payment the Lord made for us personally and live accordingly ... or not. Right now, too many folks have ... are ... making the wrong one decision or are trying to ignore it. One day ... when enough people have made the right choice ... The Lord will return, PHYSICALLY setting things straight. Until then ... well ...

"The way things are now ... simplistically put ... That's the way life is. That's the way it is."

"Yeah ... right!"

"Let me put it this way. And I hope you don't get the impression that I'm trying to trivialize what happened to your brother and sisters explaining this ..."

"OK. Go on." Face darkening again.

"When you were little, did you ever break or steal anything? Like say from a neighbor?"

"Hmmm ... yeah."

"What about you Noda?" Duffy smiled. "BEFORE you came here that is."

"Uh ...," the young man looked aside with a sheepish grin.

"OK ... Now ... who paid the damages?"

"Well ... Mom and Dad of course." Yuri answered, Noda giving a nod.

"Why?"

"Why'd they pay for it? Because there was no way I could. Not even with my allowance."

"You had an allowance Yuri?'

"Oh geez," Yuri thought." Noda's back in dense mode."

"So just as you damaged or stole someones' property so the first couple damaged the world. As your parents monetarily paid for what you did, so God ... Jesus ... paid the perfect penalty." (2nd Corinthians 5:21)

"What about my brother and sisters killers?"

"You were disciplined in some way weren't you?"

"Ye ... ss. So what's this got to do with those three sick bastards? Like you say ... For all I know they're still running loose ... hurting ... Bastards! You-"

"Please ... Again ... I'm not trying to make light of what happened to your family. Just trying to make a point."

Yuri calmed a bit, left hand again gripping the railing.

"I'm also not trying to argue or score talking points. This is about something I'd like everyone to know about. It's important.

"Did it take awhile for your parents to come up with a fitting punishment?"

"About a day or two ... Got grounded ... other things."

"So it's going to take awhile before those three will see justice. The world is full of those who 'got away with it'. And you're right in thinking justice delayed is justice denied ... Those three WILL pay in the end."

"Won't bring my brother and sisters back."

"Though your neighbor was compensated he still had to cope with the damages somehow. Just as you have to with your situation and-"

"The neighbor fixed things with the money he got from my parents, my-"

"You WILL see your brother and sisters again, Yuri. Right now they're safe with the Lord ... happier now than they've ever been. I don't think they'd want you to miss out on what they're experiencing." (1st Thessalonians 4:13-18)

Yuri slowly turned again toward the lower campus both hands now gripping the railing. Noda, on full alert, held tightly to his halberd. For his part Jack kept a mental eye on Noda as he unobtrusively hooked his right thumb in his belt, a preliminary to drawing the .45.

Jack heard the Battlefront leader curse softly. "Damn ... Damn ... this place ... "

"I don't usually tell many people this ... I had two sisters I never met. One before me ... the other after. Both died at birth. They didn't have to go through life ... through that ...  this ... krap. I know it's not the same but I think I have a faint idea how you feel. You at least knew yours. I envy you for that."

Stepping away from the railing, Yuri slowly relaxed. Looking straight at Duffy she remarked, "one would think you're trying to get me to disappear."

"Far from it. Don't like the idea of anyone going into eternity without the salvation Christ offers ... I also don't want anyone saying I didn't tell them about it when it's my time to be judged." (Matthew 25:31-46, 2nd Corinthians 5:10)

"Into eternity ... OKay ... If you know so much about this salvation thing ... " She took a long pause.

"Then ... Why are YOU here?"

"Oh?"

"Why aren't you in Heaven right now with your God?"

Though it seemed his turn to grip the railing, Duffy didn't. A wry non-grin spread across the left side of his face.

"That's something I've given a lot of thought about since I came here. I think I've come up with a couple possible answers."

"Really? ... OKay ... ." Yuri was always looking for some light to be shed on the present situation. Maybe the past half hour wasn't a waste to her after all. Maybe this foreigner might have some insight.

"The first is, if ... that's a big IF...if this 'place' is based supernaturally ... if it's 'valid' though extra-Biblical ... Then God has his hand in this. Maybe I'm being judged right now ... A trial of sorts. Who knows? Maybe this is a version of the 'valley of the shadow' the Bible mentions (Psalm 23:4, context Psalm 23:1-6).

"I don't think this is the punishment of hell. It's too mild in comparison to the Biblical descriptions of it." (Matthew 13:41-42, 49-50 and 25:41) (2)

"Say if it is hell or this ... what was it? ... Purgatory ... then what?"

"I wasn't what God would have me to be."

The two younger looked at Duffy quizzically.

"I know. From what I told you previous, you'd think I was bucking for sainthood. Heh ... Far from it.

"No ... Though I had this knowledge of God ... Though I knew of his offer of forgiveness and salvation ... I just wouldn't live it."

"How do you mean? After all, if you knew of what this Jesus did for you ... everyone ... why wouldn't you get to Heaven and all?"

"The word of God also teaches that when one is, as they say ... 'saved' ... You're to live in such a way as to be an example to others ... I didn't." (Acts 26:20)

"Hypocrisy?"

"Yes ... in spades. Salvation involves living as God would have you. A thing called repentance. An active turning away from our sin nature ... not letting our baser selves control us. It involves putting our backs on sinful acts while countering every evil thought through prayer, faith and confidence in that God will help you to resist. Through that, one gains strength and the will to live a believers' life (Ezekiel 18:30, Matthew 3:8).

"I haven't. In spite of what I know, I turned from God, living mainly for myself. Indulging in what I could afford and yearning for what I couldn't. This cut me off from Him ... The same mistake done by the first humans ... I did. The one we all do (Galatians 5:19-23).

"The only explanation ... and that's all it is ... not a defense or an excuse ... Is that as a fallible human being, I do what fallible human beings do ... Being fallible. The fault ... the blame are all mine."

"So what's the other explanation?"

"Maybe simpler. Say I'm not dead somehow. Maybe this is a very long and detailed near death experience or waking dream I'm having. For all I know, I could be lying somewhere in a coma hashing out this ... amazing fantasy ... to pass the time. I could think up all sorts of sci-fi scenarios from secret government projects to the pharmacist messing up my prescription.

"The fact the Bible doesn't mention anything like this or a 'purgatory' for that matter, leads me to conclude that this may not be supernatural in any way.

"For me, supernatural or not ... Wether I'm at the steps to the gates of Heaven or something else ... I haven't faced Gods' judgement yet. I have not yet been face to face with Him. I still have a chance ... Both in having acknowledged what He's done for me  ... and living accordingly." (Romans 6:1-6) (3)

"So ... You a praying man?"

A large grin broke across Duffys' face.

"Hon, you and that Brigade of yours-"

Nodas' snickering was cut off sharply  by a soft elbow jab from Yuri.

"-er ... Battlefront ...  are enough to put the fear of God in anybody. When I saw you and your bunch barreling off that entrance bridge the second night I was here ... with all those wonderful toys I might add ... I didn't know what to think. Like I said, it's up in the air as to what I've been dropped into.

"Right after, Angel shows up with her sci-fi weirdness ... I started thinking I was a protagonist in the middle of a bad anime that never ends."

"Yeah ... Too bad we don't have an audience we can knowingly wink at."

Turning in the direction of the lower campus, Duffy held his arms straight out from his sides.

"Hey! ... Anybody!? ... In the audience! ... Yeah, you! ... Mind dropping your popcorn 'n gettin' your sorry posterior up here to the screen n' clue us in as to what's going on?"

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He could be heard below by some passersby. Two of which, Fujimaki and Oyama, looked up.

"Geez! What's the crazy gaijin going on about?" Asked a confused Fujimaki.

"No idea ... Yurippe and Noda seem amused ..."

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The American turned back to his two conversationalists, hands hitting his thighs with a slap.

"Didn't think so ... So much for breaking the fourth wall ..."

"I'm gonna ask the same question for a different reason. Knowing ostensibly why this place exists ... Why ARE you here? You don't have to say anything. A lot in the Battlefront haven't said anything personal about themselves either. It's enough to know they're with us."

"You recruiting?" Smiling.

"No, just curious. It's not like anyone comes here without weight of some kind. You've played it close to the vest, probably for personal reasons. I respect that."
Jack thought but a moment.

"Remember our little discussion? The one after the break-in?" Duffy again smiled at Noda who again looked away. "I said my life had its' ups and downs. Let's just say that when I was a kid, one of those 'downs' I let affect me later in life. Led to some descisions ... regrets I'd soon not go into for the time being."

"Good enough I guess. Don't wanna' talk about it ... I'll take your word for it." This partly confirmed to Yuri that Duffy wasn't here by accident or mystery.

"I'm still flummoxed as to why THIS place. I certainly don't fit the demographic. The only connections I can possibly think of are minor ... I'm a casual student of history and I've some Japanese media in my vid collection. Other than that ..."

To be continued ...

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1. See also Philippians 2:5-11 and Colossians 1:13-17.

2. See also Mark 9:43, 2 Peter 2:4 and Rev 19:20.

3. The proceeding is a repeat of "the Roman road" (Most of the verses are from the Book of Romans.) from after the end of Chapter 12. This pretty much explains the plan of salvation God has provided for the individual.

Romans 3:10-12 - 10) As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one: 11) There is none that understands, there is none that seeks after God. 12) They are all gone out of the way, they are altogether become unprofitable; there is none that does good., no, not one.

Psalms 14:3 - They are all gone aside, they are altogether become filthy: there is none that does good, no, not one.

Romans 3:23 - For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God;
 No one is blameless. If you have trouble wrapping your mind around this, think of it as you would an illness or physical condition. It is a state which we are born under.

Romans 5:12 - Wherefore , as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned:

The how and why we are that way. Adam is the reason we're under the weight of sin and trapped in this deadly cycle of entropy, decay and death.

Romans 5:8 - But God commends his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.

Romans 6:23 - For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Jesus is the way out. The other side of the equation. With our acknowledgement of our sinbound state we can go on to have the Lord correct that.

Romans 10:13 - For whosover shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.

Romans 10:9-10 - 9) That if you shall confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus, and shall believe in your heart that God has raised him from the dead, you shall be saved. 10) For with the heart man believes to righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made to salvation.

This is the how in regard to Jesus. Do these and the cycle has no spiritual claim on you.

Revelation 3:20 - Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.

Jesus is waiting for you to answer. He has been there all along knocking. It could be you just didn't (Or didn't want to.) hear it.

John 3:16 - For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

Of course, it goes without saying, "Go and sin no more". I really stink at this. However, one should always keep going back and asking the Lord for guidance and strength to resist (It's called prayer.).

This is what's known as repentance, an active turning away from giving in to ones' baser instincts and it's an ongoing thing.

For guidance I strongly suggest one get in touch with a strong bible believing pastor/church in your area.

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Again, I would like to thank Pastor Jon Powers, Chaplain of Ohio Wesleyan University, for his input during the writing of Chapters 12 and 13 of In Gods' Good Time.

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Stupid Little Feminist Twit

Stupid Little Feminist Twit


So I'm at work at that cut-rate would be Wal-Mart that shall remain nameless. The night before, I passed a kidney stone. One of those star shaped ones with all the points. A real screamer.

I'm talking to one of my co-workers when I'm RUDELY interrupted by another. An annoying little adolescent just barley in her teens. Seems she was a bit put out about what I had just said.

I had just barely finished mentioning that I had a vague idea of what it was like to give birth when this tin pot Steinem ran over and jumped my case.

"Just what would you know about giving birth!?" She indignantly cried with a leer."Men know nothing about that! Men know nothing about blah blah blah this 'n that" and on and on she went.

Lets see ... Here I am, being berated by a mere slip of a girl who may have just passed menarche about a year or two ago at most, about giving birth. I doubt she had even had any experience at being "experienced" let alone at dropping at least one as the result of such. Of course, you can never tell these days. She was, after all, about the same age Traci Lords started out.

"Well, first of all hon," I started in reply, "I only said I had a vague idea. I made no claim of having first hand knowledge. Now you seem to be a young lady experienced in the ways of the world so maybe you can clue me in."

The would be crusader/PC warrioress drew back her head and stiffened up.

"So tell me ... How difficult was it with your first child and did it get any easier with your second and third?"

The little jerk turned, walking away, muttering something under her breath.

You know the old saying: "Engage brain before putting mouth in gear."

Also: "If you don't like what you overhear, then don't eavesdrop."

Just sayin' ...


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