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Ginga GIRI GIRI! The Universe is in Danger!
By SSJ Heero
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A Mercedes-Benz sped across a highway, boiling hot from the sun bearing down on it all day.
It went through the desert, throwing sand up into the air from beside the road. Its
convertible top was down, keeping its inhabitants from the sun. Inside were Jallopsimon,
driving the thing, and Rantmon, sitting in the passenger seat.

Jallopsimon, gripping the wheel, glanced at Rantmon out of the corner of his eye. "Not to
say this is stupid," he began, "but why are we here, Rantmon?"

Rantmon looked up from his manga titled "Ginga GIRI GIRI!" He looked at Jallopsimon and
replied, "This is a filler episode, and we won't be in the rest of it." And he turned back
to the manga.

"Oh." Jallopsimon just continued driving, seeing the Luxor hotel come into view far ahead.

Rantmon muttered to himself, "'Cause the author thinks we're not important enough. Damn
him."

"Well, where do you wanna go?" asked Jallopsimon as he served to avoid a tumbleweed that
tumbled upon the road.

Rantmon replied without looking up, "Take me to MGM Grand. I hear they have the best buffet
ever."

"Acknowledged," said Jallopsimon as he took back the road. He looked in the rear-view
mirror and saw the tumbleweed get crushed by a big rig on the opposite side of the road.
Jallopsimon sweatdropped at that.

"Stop being so formal," commanded Rantmon. "This is a freaking vacation for us."

"Fine, R-mon."

"Good. You're learning."

Smoke from the passing truck billowed down into the Benz. Jallopsimon glanced up at it and
swore. The smog fell upon the two, who coughed and hacked and eventually escaped the
poisonous smog laid upon the road. "Now I know why SSJ hates Las Vegas," muttered Rantmon.

Jallopsimon nodded, still coughing. "Uh huh." And they continued down the road, seeing
Luxor fast approaching.

---- Chapter 17: Mafia Mayhem ----

To get the ball rolling, as Rantmon and Jallopsimon dropped a ball upon a roulette table of
the MGM Grand, our heroes dropped their mouths upon the grassy field. TM stood before the
rest, staying calm and suppressed as he held up a single piece of paper before them all. It
was still, then. Not a wind breathed, not a sound called, not a single thing could be
sensed but the sound of their breathing.

Finally, SSJ broke the silence, "This... This can't be happening!"

Amiko had her face twisted in horror. She grabbed her hair and screamed, "THIS SIMPLY CAN'T
BE!"

The DDT screamed in terror, "The horror... THE HORROR!"

"My God," Cindy said to round out the cast. "THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!"

Yet, with a nod, TM said on the contrary of their hopes, "Sorry, but it's all true."

The author can't blame them, really, for upon the paper was a long list of letters,
numbers, symbols, and the like and right upon the bottom of the page, with a bold red
circle surrounding it, was a single number: ZERO.

"WE ARE OUT OF MONEY?!" the four besides TM yelled in unison.

"Correct," TM calmly replied, much unexpected considering he was the most materialistic.

"HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!" SSJ demanded.

Before TM could answer, Amiko added, "Last chapter, we had several quadrillion dollars!"

Before TM could finish uttering a reply, Cindy grabbed his shoulders. "What did you do?!"
she yelled. And with her hands on TM's shoulders, she yelled once more, "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

DDT shoved Cindy out and took his turn grabbing TM's shirt. "FIX IT! FIX IT NOW!" he
commanded.

Finally, TM cracked and yelled, "Stop it!" The rest all stopped yelling and interrupting
TM. DDT let go of TM's shirt and they all stood before him, straightening his T-shirt. TM
finally had a chance to explain, "Now, I'm sure you all are perplexed on how we got into
this, but there is a very simple explanation..."

Everyone blinked. There seemed to be no possible explanation for losing that much money
that fast... Until TM finally yelled as loud as humanly possible, "YOU ALL USED UP ALL OF
MY FREAKING MONEY!"

"Oh," everyone said blankly, not even considering what he said.

TM continued his angry screaming, "See that pile of junk you bought?!" He pointed to a
rather large pile of weapons, items, and various other accessories lying in a gigantic
mountain just beside the road, standing upon a cart that the group had been dragging.

They were all silent for a bit before Amiko said, "It's not junk..."

"Well, it was bought with my money!" said TM. "All of it! Not to mention the super gun
polishing kit Cindy insisted on buying."

Cindy was there, polishing one of her guns when she heard TM mention her name. "Hey, it's
not useless!" she pointed out.

TM fumed at their very poor grasp of the situation. "You guys don't get it!" he screamed.
"Do you know the implications about this? We bought a lot of things on credit! Sooner or
later, a bill will come and then..."

Too late. A cloud formed overhead, shadowing the area. From it, a single piece of paper
floated down to the group, which TM snatched out of the air. There was a long silence.
Finally, TM crumpled the note and muttered, "Too late. The credit card company has already
acted."

"What, five seconds after you used it?" SSJ muttered with sarcasm. TM nodded. SSJ just
sighed. Everyone looked at SSJ, seeing as he was the only one able to do anything about
this crisis. SSJ got an idea, "Then, I'll sell out GGG."

Amiko scoffed the notion, "Who in his right mind would bother using GGG as an advertising
tool?!"

***

Meanwhile, at Las Vegas, Rantmon and Jallopsimon was shooting up the craps tables of the
MGM GRAND, dressed in ARMANI suits, ROLEX watches, and carrying all their winnings in a
nice box coated with BEHR paint. Rantmon threw the plastic MGM Grand dice and was overjoyed
when it landed on a four and a three. He raised his hands in victory, "OH, YEAH! I WON THE
JACKPOT!"

Jallopsimon waved Japanese fans beside Rantmon. "Rah," he enthusiastically cheered.

***

So, as the group passed through the grasslands and entered an industrial city, they were
met with a group of men dressed in ALFANI black and white suits. One stepped up with TOMMY
HILFIGER sunglasses shining in the sunlight. "The debt needs to be repaid," he said coldly.

The group exchanged glances. "Has the money come yet?" Cindy asked SSJ. SSJ shook his head.
"What should we do, then?"

SSJ turned to the group of men, standing in a line and blocking entrance into the town. He
muttered, "Huddle, guys." They came together, and the others listened intently as he
whispered, "We need a diversion..." With that, they rubbed their chins, thinking of an idea.

Suddenly, TM tensed up and threw his glance at the sky above the group of men. He yelled at
the top of his lungs, "LOOK! A DIVERSION!" The other four facefaulted as the men suddenly
looked up in surprise. They saw, quite painfully, the sun, and were only saved by the said
TOMMY HILFIGER sunglasses. They rubbed their eyes and groaned in pain before they saw that
the five had escaped. They groaned again.

***

"It seems we managed to escape," SSJ pointed out from a MOTEL 6 room in the town. There
they all were, sitting upon chairs and beds from WICKES' FURNITURE and SIT N' SLEEP. They
all were panting from exhaustion, for they indeed ran a great distance in a short time.

DDT laughed and yelled with pride, "Those fools will never find out we managed to SNEAK
INTO THE TOWN THEY THOUGHT WE ESCAPED FROM!"

The four were surprised at DDT's boldness, then, as expected, someone heard his voice. The
men in black suits appeared on the street and looked up through their open window. "Found
'em, sir!" one announced to another.

The five suddenly were silent... The men in black suits disappeared from the window's
view... Finally, SSJ cracked and screamed, "DAMN YOU, DDT!" SSJ leapt upon the unprepared
DDT and proceeded pummeling him as the others sighed.

From there, the black suited men burst through the cheap wooden door. They raised GLOCKS at
the five, quite unprecedented for creditors. The five froze, and the men handcuffed them
all. As they were dragged away, Amiko turned to Cindy and muttered, "This sucks. Why are we
treated so badly just because this is a self-insertion fic?!"

Cindy rationalized, "It's because if this fic had us being perfect, like every other
self-insertion fic, we'd have zero readers."

"WE ALREADY HAVE ZERO READERS!" Amiko kindly pointed out amidst the confused men.

She was silenced then as a man shoved her along. "Move along, you crazy freaks!" he
commanded as he shoved her through the doorway. Amiko twitched. Cindy and TM quickly dashed
up to Amiko and held her back as she screamed, yelled, kicked, and threatened the man with
his life.

As the five disappeared down the MOTEL 6 corridor, the man stood in the doorway, scratching
his head. He had a sweatdrop on his head as he muttered, "These people scare me."

The five were taken outside of the motel, and before them was a VOLKSWAGON van. They were
piled into a car and driven elsewhere, throwing exhaust from SHELL gasoline into the sky...

***

The vehicle traveled down the streets, through the nameless city. Buildings and towers
passed by. A TACO BELL restaurant passed by, and on the other side, the van passed a BURGER
KING. It was at this time that Amiko felt her cheek stiff and cold, and her eyes slowly
opened. She slowly pulled herself up as she muttered, "Ugh... Where are we?"

Amiko looked around to see the others just fine and dandy. TM played poker with DDT using
BICYCLE playing cards. Cindy sat in the corner, still asleep. SSJ rested on the side of the
van, also sleeping. Amiko yawned and stretched, causing TM and DDT look for one second at
Amiko, then return to their game. She satirically said, "Gee. You two are happy to see me."

"Yeah, we sure are," TM said with feeling.

DDT didn't even pay attention as he slammed down his cards. "I got a four of a kind, JACK
ASS!" he yelled at TM. TM stared at it with a gaping mouth. DDT then reached forward and
took all the bets that lay between the two. TM just stared at the cards, and finally he
swore, "BITCH!"

As DDT pulled the stack of chips towards him, suddenly, the van shook, and the stack came
tumbling down. The noise of raining plastic filled the back of the VOLKSWAGEN, waking up
SSJ and Cindy from their sleep. As the chips rolled everywhere, DDT realized the reason why
the van shook: it had stopped moving.

SSJ had yawned as DDT dawned upon that realization, "We finally stopped?"

Cindy stretched from her painful nap. "Yay."

Light was thrown into the dim space. The back doors had open, sending a few chips falling
out and rolling away. A man in a black ALFANI suit faced them and announced, "Okay now, you
kids."

They were all then taken from the van, and there they saw the shining windows of a tall
office building. They saw a sign just outside the building: MASTERCARD. SSJ turned to TM.
"Mastercard?!"

"Hey," TM began, "there are some things money can't buy, but with everything else, there's
MASTERCARD." TM nodded at the screen, as if hinting something.

DDT rubbed his chin. "That sounded familiar," he thought aloud, but none of them could tell
how that line sounded familiar. So, they were led towards the front doors of the building,
their weapons taken away by nervous creditors. As they approached, there came a soft sound
tap just before DDT. DDT paused and looked at the ground, where a small rock rolled along
the ground. DDT looked up at the roof of the MASTERCARD building, and there was Devimon and
Mokona atop the six-floor-building, keeping hidden from the black-suited men.

He was shoved by the man that greeted them out of the van. "Move along!" the man commanded.

DDT discreetly glanced at the roof of the building. He then turned to the man, "Can I have
one minute outside? I'm a little claustrophobic. I mean..." He started huffing and
wheezing, acting as he said, "I could hardly breathe in the van! You know I could have
died?!"

The man just sighed and nearly pulled his hair out. "Fine!" he yelled at DDT to keep him
quiet. The man headed for the front doors and muttered, "Damn kids these days..."

That left DDT alone, no longer huffing or wheezing. DDT then seriously turned to Devimon.
With what he could do with his handcuffed hands, he motioned a message. Subtitles appeared
at the bottom of the screen: "Go get money... Get help... Help my friends..."

Devimon yelled from atop the roof, uncaring about stealth or subtlety, "You want me to
smack a donkey with a fish while crushing Mokona's head in a tin can?!"

DDT slapped his forehead, still finding it difficult with the handcuffs. He yelled back,
"No! I WANT YOU TO GET US MONEY AND HELP SO WE CAN HELP MY FRIENDS!"

"Oh."

The front doors of the MASTERCARD building burst open, and there was the man. "Time's up,
kid!" he announced as if nothing had happened. "I don't know what in the Hell you were
yelling, but stop that. People are working here, you know." DDT nearly facefaulted.

***

Devimon and Mokona walked through the streets of the city, through the metal jungle. They
reached the city limits, where a different jungle awaited them, chock full of trees and
wildlife. Mokona looked about the area, finding it strange that they were heading out of
the city for help. Devimon, however, seemed to know where he was headed, looking around for
clues upon the trees.

Mokona turned to the digimon. "Puupu PUU puuUUpu PuUU?" he asked. ("Where are we going to
get help?!")

Devimon was silent for a bit. He then answered quite surprisingly, "PuuPu puuUpu." ("I
dunno.")

"PuUUuuu pUUu?" ("You can speak Mokona?")

"Of course I can." Devimon clawed through a branch in the path, sending it splintering
around the area. A cape of leaves fell from the side of their path, and there in the middle
of the jungle was a single, beat up shack. Mokona looked at the shack, and suddenly, upon
looking back at the path, he realized that they were deep into the forest.

"PuuUpu puuuu pU?" ("Where is this place?")

Devimon spoke in English this time, "This is... The mafia."

Mokona suddenly squeaked excitedly, "PUuupu?! PuPuu PUUUp?!" ("Mario? That fat plumber?")

Devimon snapped and glared at Mokona. "PU! PUUU PUUPUPuuUUU!" ("NO! THE MAFIA!")

"Pu." ("Oh.")

Devimon turned back to the shack. He suddenly was filled with memories. "It has been a long
time... Let's go."

"PuuuUUUU!" ("Hai!") Mokona squeaked with a salute.

***

Mokona and Devimon soon enough stood before an aging old man, dressed in a nice GAP suit.
Mokona looked around the area, where a rather small mafia gang sat in the shadows along the
walls and under the second-floor balconies. The old mafia leader spoke, "Why if it isn't my
old pal, Devimon... Never thought I'd see you again since the time you left... Ehr..." He
struggled to remember something, but alas, Alzheimer's was getting to him. "Why did he
leave again, Vicente?" he asked as he turned to his right-hand man.

Vicente wasn't as polite as he screamed quite rudely, "WHAT'RE YOU, LORD ROBERTO?! STUPID?!
DEVIMON NEARLY DESTROYED OUR ENTIRE BUSINESS BY 'ACCIDENTALLY' DESTROYING A PILLAR THAT
SENT OUR ENTIRE HIDEOUT TO COLLAPSE!" Underlings left and right suddenly dashed at Vicente,
restrained him, and dragged him away, kicking and screaming.

Roberto looked to his right-hand man. He seemed to be on edge about something... Roberto
turned back to Devimon, "I'm sorry for that outburst Devimon... Vicente hasn't been making
much sense lately. What is it you need?"

"Ten trillion dollars," answered Devimon.

Roberto rubbed his old, pasty chin, were a thinning beard was. "Now that's a little high..."

Devimon pulled out a shining watch out of nowhere. He offered, "I'll give you my platinum
watch now and pay back ten trillion soon."

Roberto smiled. "Excellent," he replied with a cruel tone.

***

Meanwhile, back at the office, the man who had led the Five out of the van suddenly
realized he was a little lighter. He looked through his pockets, suddenly realizing he lost
something. "Hey!" he blurted, trying to find his precious item. "Where's my platinum
watch?!"

***

"So, will you lend us the money?" Devimon asked, still facing Roberto.

"Anything for an old pal," Roberto replied. Roberto nodded to the surprised mafia members,
who quickly left to amass that amount of money. Soon after, Devimon and Mokona were met
with two large bags- no seriously, they were larger than both- and they left. The mafia
members returned to their posts in the shadows as Roberto sat within his chair across from
the shut doors. Thirty minutes passed with everyone in their places... "HEY WAIT!" Roberto
suddenly yelled as he realized something. "THAT THING VICENTE SAID ABOUT DEVIMON NEARLY
DESTROYING OUR BUSINESS MEANT SOMETHING!"

***

The mafia quickly moved and raced after the two through the forests, forced to drag the two
large bags. But they heard it. They looked in the sky and saw a flare burst and shower
light upon the trees. Mokona suddenly realized it. "PPuu UUp!" ("Come on!") he yelled as
he dragged the bags forward. Devimon followed, realizing what the mafia was doing. They
went deeper into the woods, a little ways from the city.

Time passed. As the day dwindled into sunset, the sky blazing with reds and oranges, Mokona
and Devimon weren't having the best of times. Indeed, the terrain was filled with branches
and brambles and various other things in the way, along with the fact that the woods grew
on rather uneven, mountainous terrain, making them constantly go uphill and downhill with
seemingly no pattern. And it didn't take long, after the detour, for Mokona to scream at
Devimon, "PuPUUuPPuu PuPpUUUU?!" ("HOW COULD YOU GET US LOST?!")

"YOU WERE LEADING!" Devimon snapped back.

Mokona thought the idea impossible, "PuPPUUUpUuu!" ("Impossible!") See what I mean?

Devimon just threw down the bags of money and yelled, "Stupid white piece of flab! Shut up
or I'll eat your intestines!"

An aggravation vein appeared on Mokona. Devimon suddenly was taken aback to see Mokona grow
a mile taller, which, by the way, didn't help keep their location secret from the mafia.
"PUU!" echoed through the trees.

Devimon sweatdropped and weakly smiled. "...Or I'll just leave you alone..."

"Ppu PuuU!" ("Damn straight!") Devimon then sighed at his luck as Mokona shrunk to normal
size.

***

Meanwhile, our heroes were in major trouble. These creditors weren't just taking them to
repossess their stuff. No, thanks to SSJ and his plot holes, they were hidden quite safely
elsewhere and unable to be repossessed. It was a puzzling case, indeed, and there was not
much that could be done...

...Except one. The five were tied to chairs with armed lawyers just behind them, just in
case. Before them was one man, standing before a big-screen SONY television with a DDOLBY
DIGITAL 5.1 surround sound system surrounding the chairs.

It seemed to be entertainment, except for one thing: a single NEON GENESIS EVANGELION DVD
sat atop the television: the second one. Everyone turned white, realizing what would
happen. The man before them pressed the buttons on his remote control to his APEX DVD
player, and the eighth episode came up. As Asuka spoke in English, a terrifying sound wave
tore through the area.

The five screamed in pain as Asuka continued speaking. What unspeakable horror was
befalling them!

***

Mokona and Devimon needed to speed up, lest they wanted to have their friends' minds
completely wiped out. Mokona flew up and looked up at the sun. Calculating its position in
relation to the trees, Mokona became excited. Their detour had apparently thrown the mafia
members off their tail. Mokona excitedly called, "Pu PUU puUppUU!" ("We're almost to the
town!")

Devimon looked around. He looked at the trees and the shadows and the area. "Yeah..." But
then, the camera pulled out to reveal a climb up a very, very, VERY tall mountain in order
to reach the town. It towered above them, with seemingly no end to its height. Though
Devimon was a mere speck, his voice echoed through the area, "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"

Mokona, quite light-heartedly, flapped his wings and floated above the trees. "PuPPuu
PUuPPUUU?" he asked Devimon. ("Why not fly?")

Devimon spat back, "I would IF I WASN'T CARRYING ALL THE MONEY! YOU CHANGE INTO SOMETHING
AND HELP ME OVER!"

"PU?!" ("Me?!") Mokona scoffed. "Puppu PUuuU?! PUPUPUPUPUPUPU!!!" ("Help you?!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!") Devimon just cracked and tossed the bags straight at Mokona in a fit of
rage. "PUPUPUPU-" And he was suddenly interrupted as he was knocked out by the flying bags.

Devimon suddenly was filled with terror as Mokona fell smack into the dirt. "ACK!" he
uttered. "This can't be good! CINDY'LL KILL ME!" He dashed at Mokona and the money bags.

And then a voice was suddenly heard, "COME ON, MEN! HE STOLE OUR MONEY!" It was Roberto,
voice echoing through the area. Devimon just picked up the money bags and shoved Mokona
inside it. He dashed away- away from the treeline and up the mountain.

***

The mafia moved through the forest, searching for signs of Devimon and Mokona. It wasn't so
hard, considering trails made by the giant bags of money were clearly carved into the
ground. There was Roberto, walking behind a wall of men as they looked down on a path
carved by what seemed to have been a bag of money.

Roberto growled, "THOSE DAMNED THEIVES STOLE OUR MONEY! CARLOS!"

One of the men replied, "Yes?"

"Find them and bring 'em back here!"

"YES, SIR!" he yelled back as he broke away from the group and headed after the trail. He
ran off, into the maze of trees and after Devimon... An explosion tore through the area
some time later, and through the foliage and treetops, Carlos flew back and landed just
before Roberto, burnt to a crisp.

Roberto slapped his forehead. He turned to another underling, "FINE THEN! RICARDO!"

"Here," replied Ricardo from behind him.

"KILL THEM NOW!" Roberto yelled.

"Sure." Ricardo walked ahead, planning to get a shortcut through to trees... And suddenly,
his screams filled the area. Roberto and his crew stepped forward, not knowing what to
expect. And then, through the trees, there suddenly was a random cliff just in the forest,
and there was Ricardo, tumbling down the painful, rocky crags. The others could only
imagine his pain.

Finally, Roberto had enough. His eyes were twitching. "DAMN IT ALL! JASON!"

Another man nodded from beside him, "Yes, Roberto?"

"GO NOW!"

***

The sun disappeared behind the mountain, throwing the woods into shadows. There, out of
the foliage and near the top of the mountain, smoke rose from the trees. There was a
campfire, with Devimon and an unconscious Mokona around it. Two bags of money lay just
behind Devimon, who looked at the giant bump upon Mokona's head. He sighed, quite scared
about his fate. "If I go back like this, Cindy'll surely kill me and send my carcass to a
Devimon meat processing center."

Suddenly, the leaves shook and tumbled from the trees. Devimon looked aside, and there was
Jason, sweating from the long trek after Devimon. It was amazing, even when carrying two
bags of money, he made it up that far. He panted, "Finally... Found... you all..."

But Devimon just picked up a rock and tossed it straight between Jason's eyes. SMACK! Jason
was knocked back, lost his balance, and tumbled down the mountain and off the very, very,
VERY tall mountain's cliffs. His screams echoed through the area, "AAAAAAHHH-" SPLAT!

"Good riddance to idiots," Devimon muttered as he floated above the trees using his wiry
wings.

***

"Seems like Jason failed as well," said someone beside Roberto. There was Vicente, composed
and calm, despite the echoes of their comrade's screams.

Roberto swore. It was just one person! He couldn't have been that difficult to catch! "DAMN
IT ALL!" he yelled. He inhaled, and exhaled slowly, thinking over a plan. "I guess we must
use people who don't suck!" he announced.

Vicente froze, realizing what he was implying. "You don't mean..."

"YES! SEND IN 'THEM!'"

Vicente put his hands over his mouth. "Oh God..."

***

Devimon sat there in the glow of the campfire, listening as the darkness filled the area.
The sun now completely set, leaving the campfire as the only source of light. Suddenly, he
heard something in the air. "Oh God, no," he muttered as he realized what it was...

Rumbling filled the area. Devimon stood up, knowing what was coming. He just sighed, "I
didn't think they'd use them so early," and turned towards the wall of trees nearest to the
source of the sound. Indiscernible voices called through the area, followed by an ever
loudening rumble.

"OH GREAT GOD, NO!" Devimon screamed as his fears were confirmed. Leaves fell from the
branches as they shook from figures leaping off them. The figures tumbled, flipped, and
leapt into position, scaring Devimon. They were what he wanted to run into the least... The
Zombie Cheerleaders!

"WOO!" cheered the group of undead girls, green faced with lots of skin shown. (Their skins
were constantly falling off, though, not quite sending a positive message at Devimon.) They
continued to speed around Devimon, tumbling and flipping as he stood there in terror.

Devimon got into his fighting stance, raising his fists in preparation for attack. 'This'll
be hard,' he thought to himself.

Suddenly, though one cheerleader's foot caught on a twig, and she crashed into the ground.
Another one tripped over the fallen one, and a chain reaction took place until all of them
lay on the ground in a large heap of pain. Devimon sweatdropped. "...Or not."

Devimon stepped to the huge pile, and with one strong kick, sent them all down the
mountain. Their screams filled the air again, and as they went splat all over the ravine
next to Jason, Devimon threw various large-sized boulders at the group. They all yelped in
pain as each one crushed them to tiny bits. The menace was no more.

Devimon clapped his hands together, floating above the tall cliff. "Good riddance."

It was at that point that Mokona opened his eyes. He groaned, "Pupuuu..." ("Ouch...") He
then noticed the surroundings and saw Devimon return from the trees and land at his spot by
the bags of money.

Mokona looked up at Devimon. "You're finally awake?!" Devimon muttered.

Mokona nodded. "Puu." ("Yes.")

"GOOD!" yelled Devimon ecstatically, leaping into the air for joy.

Mokona blinked. It had a sweatdrop growing. "PuPUU puuPUU ppUUuppUU pUUp U?" ("You were
worried about me?!")

"Hell no. I was worried about what Cindy'd do to me if she found you like that."

Mokona sighed. "Pupuuu..." ("Figured...")

Devimon stepped to the bags of money and tossed one at Mokona, who grew in size to catch
the bag. Devimon said, "Well, let's go and give them the money before the rest of the mafia
come to kill us all."

They had wasted too much time. Mokona knew that, realizing the danger his friend was in. He
nodded. "Puu." ("Yes.") Mokona flapped his ears and floated into the sky. Devimon flapped
his wiry wings again and was lifted into the air. And together, they flew over the mountain
and towards the town.

***

The screams that had filled the Mastercard offices for hours suddenly stopped. The
creditors, janitors, lawyers, and employers all knew what had happened. The five were done.
Mokona and Devimon were too late.

In a private room in the office, the five were tied to their seats still, staring at the
ceiling, unable to speak. Asuka's dub voice was too much for even the toughest of them,
made worse with Dolby Surround Sound. They couldn't handle it.

TM could only muster up enough strength to mutter, "Can't... take... anymore..."

The first man's ears peaked at the sound of TM's last syllable. He smiled from ear to ear,
having too much fun in their torment. Being a lawyer does that to you. "WHAT WAS THAT?!" he
mocked. "YOU WANT MORE?!"

Cindy interrupted with her loudest scream ever, "OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NO MORE!"

"So, you DO want more!" Everyone gave another scream of torment. The man reached for his
remote and his fingers closed on the Rewind button...

Suddenly, the doors bursted open, taking out the man who was right by it. There was Mokona
and Devimon, bags slung over their shoulders. The five hardly could have reacted before
Mokona yelled, "PuPUUU PUPUUppUU!" ("STOP! HERE'S THE MONEY!")

Devimon and Mokona simultaneously tossed the bag at the group of lawyers standing behind
the five, knocking them unconscious with the immense weight. The lawyers yelped as they
were knocked away, and Devimon and Mokona quickly worked together to break the handcuffs
bonding their comrades to the chairs. Metal shards clinked along the floor, scattering
everywhere as the five leapt out of their chairs, stretching their stiff joints.

"FINALLY FREE!" SSJ announced. He was joyous over the flirt with death!

"YES!" Amiko cheered as she rubbed her sore wrists.

"I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SURVIVE!" happily screamed TM as he leapt about the room in excitement.

Cindy dashed to Mokona and hugged the large puff. "YAY!" she yelled as she hugged him.
Mokona shrunk, squirming out of Cindy's grip and sitting upon her shoulder instead,
"Puu"-ing ever more.

"THANK YOU, DEVIMON!" DDT screamed as he bowed before his digimon. Devimon could only
imagine what they had gone through.

***

The five, after settling things with the many creditors and lawyers, finally left the
Mastercard building, debts repaid. SSJ turned to the camera and bowed, as if apologizing
for all the product placement. Amiko looked back at SSJ, bowing to no one in particular.
"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Practicing," SSJ quickly improvised. He then turned away from the invisible camera and
followed the rest.

They neared the end of the city, just before a familiar voice shook the city, "FINALLY
FOUND YOU ALL!" It was Vicente, still persistently pursuing Devimon.

Devimon sighed, "They just never give up!" The other five turned to Devimon, realizing
where he got the money. The blood flushed out of their faces as they saw Vicente appear
from outside the city gates.

Vicente saw the five with Devimon. He gritted his teeth and announced, "And since you all
are friends of this freak, I SHALL KILL YOU ALL!" He noticed Amiko and Cindy again. His
face twisted in disgust as he muttered, "Feh. Forget about being saved, girls. You're not
even hot."

Amiko and Cindy's eyes twitched. What a shallowly stupid thing to say! Amiko's eyes widened
and almost became red as she glared at him. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?!" she demanded.

"ARE YOU SAYING I'M UGLY?!" demanded Cindy, quite self-confident.

Vicente only stuck a finger in his ear and replied, "Feh. I'm not just saying you two're
ugly, but you two're trolls." Cindy and Amiko snapped, leaping upon Vicente to beat,
bludgeoned, and tore him to shreds.

But suddenly, they stopped when a fury of voices called, "Is this a challenge?!"

Suddenly, from every corner of the screen, there were armed mafia men. They held their guns
straight at the five, prepared to fire. Vicente barely managed to crawl away during their
lapse in attention, and Roberto stepped forward from the gates of the town. He clapped his
hands, alerting all of the five towards him. "We have business with only Devimon, but since
your girls' unsatisfactory behavior... I'm afraid we'll have to deal with you."

Thus began a totally one sided battle. It was fifty experienced mafia members against five
kids not even formally trained in fighting!

Poor mafia... No one can stand up against the author and his friends. No one! SSJ slashed
through a great deal of members as bullets missed their mark; they were lousy shots, even
with experience. TM crashed through a group of enemies, tearing through them in classic
samurai fashion. DDT just set plenty aflame as Cindy sent her gun wailing. Amiko rounded it
off with all her bishounen at once.

With all but Vicente and Roberto down, the group exchanged high-fives. "Too E-A-S-Y!" SSJ
spelt out with pride.

"They can't stand up to us!" proclaimed TM.

Amiko just glared at Vicente, "You're next."

"Yeah," Cindy added. "I won't forgive your rudeness."

"Uhh... Guys?" DDT suddenly uttered. The other four turned to him, watching him look past
Vicente and Roberto, at the forest that stretched out beyond them. Sand, smoke, and dust
flew into the air as a faint rumbling was heard. It was like a stampede... Stampede?!

The five were taken aback to see a stampede of more mafia members, dressed in their suits.
SSJ's mouth dropped open. "OH, HOLY CRAP!" he screamed.

"DAMN IT!" TM swore at his luck. Amiko and Cindy just sighed. And soon enough, they were
all surrounded by much more mafia members, close to a thousand men strong. They were
outnumbered, outgunned, and outcheated.

Vicente emerged from the crowd again, proudly facing the five. He smirked at the five,
quite assured of victory. "You shall not be defeating us! Rantmon specifically hired us,
the Resident Idiots Association of America (RIAA) to kill you all!"

Everyone was silent. They put two and two together, connected to dots, crossed the T's and
dotted the I's... They sighed. Amiko muttered, "Figured that the RIAA and Rantmon were
working together."

"Why's it always him?" TM muttered, quite annoyed from hearing "Rantmon" this, "Rantmon"
that, and "Rantmon" whatever.

With the ever tightening ring of mafia members, the five plus Devimon pressed together. SSJ
turned to Amiko and whispered, "Amiko..."

Amiko glanced at SSJ. "Yes?" she whispered back.

SSJ rubbed his chin. "I think you had some move for this... Uh... What was it called?!"

Amiko suddenly had her head grow bigger and yelled at SSJ, "HOW IN THE HELL COULD YOU
FORGET ME?! NOT ONLY AM I THE SANEST HERE, BUT I AM THE MOST IMPORTANT!" Her sudden yells
caught everyone off guard, making the other three quiver with surprise. Her head then
returned to normal size.

SSJ shrugged. "Whatever. I think the move involved you crying..."

"You mean 'Amnesia'?" Amiko asked. SSJ nodded. Amiko just sighed and turned back to the
mafia members. She advised, "Cover your ears."

Every one of the Outlaws did so, quite confusing Vicente and the other mafia members. They
froze in their spots, awaiting something from Amiko, the only one not holding her ears.
They saw her inhale a deep breath, and they saw her hold it for quite some time. And in one
gigantic impact, she let out a scream.

All glass in a fifty mile radius immediately shattered, sending a rain of sharp crystals
falling to the streets and cutting certain members of the mafia. The ground shook from the
immense amplitude of the sound wave. Cars were thrown away from the Amiko, flipping and
tumbling at various men. The ground around Amiko sank a la Dragon Ball Z, sending an
unlucky few members straight into Mihoshi-Amiko's wailing. BAM! They flew through the air,
unable to feel anything else.

SSJ, still gripping his ears tightly, screamed at the top of his lungs, "OKAY, AMIKO!"
Amiko then stopped her accidental assault, surveying the damage among the mafia members.
They were all down and almost out. SSJ just said, "Now, let's escape!"

They all dashed away from the city, Devimon and Mokona flying above as the rest zigzagged
into the trees. They all looked back and saw what was left of the mafia chasing after them,
quite persistent in their chase. (To be more accurate, they hobbled more than they chased,
for they had survived Amiko's great attack.) TM skidded to a stop and yelled over his
shoulder, "I'll take them out!"

The others saw him raise his sword into the air, and a red aura burst from him. Amiko,
Cindy, and DDT gasped. He was going to do that attack again!

SSJ was silent, watching TM prepare his new attack. He had never seen it before... When had
TM learned this?! As the mafia approached, TM's red aura flowed to his sword, and he yelled
his attack, "ZERO SLASH!" He slashed horizontally, sending a thin red aura tearing through
the trees and flying straight at the mafia. They never knew what hit them as they were torn
apart by the red blade.

'Zero Slash?' thought SSJ, seeing the power of the devastating attack.

TM stepped back, exhausted from using the little energy he had. He turned to the other
four, but was only stopped when the ground still rumbled. He turned to Amiko, Cindy, and
DDT, looking back at the mafia. He turned as well, and saw that still a lucky few dashed
all the more at them. "Shit," he could only muster enough energy to say.

SSJ stepped before TM, surprising him. TM looked up at SSJ, concentrating hard with his
eyes closed tightly. He saw SSJ's eyes suddenly opened, and a white aura came from him. TM
was taken aback as SSJ drew his own sword and kept it at his side. His white aura flowed
into the blade as well.

"SSJ?!" Amiko yelled. He couldn't have... He did it again?!

SSJ just began, "Thanks TM. Time to see if my ideas are right." SSJ put his right leg
forward, pulling back his blade aimed at the floor to his left. "Mimic!" SSJ then thought
of a name, "WIND SLASH!" SSJ released all the energy he had in a tremendous upward slash,
and a wave tore along the ground straight at the few mafia members left.

The other gasped. It was just like TM's Zero Slash! Only SSJ had improvised. 'He can copy
techniques like this?!' thought TM. 'He couldn't have known how to do it from sight alone!'

SSJ just turned back to the rest. He grinned. "See?!" he proclaimed. "I am a genius!" Cindy
knocked him to the floor to balance out his ego.

TM just looked at SSJ cock-eyed. "Thief!" he accused SSJ.

SSJ was silent there on the floor, looking at TM. He then chuckled, pushing himself off the
dirt and roots. "Look who's talking."

"YOU STOLE MY MOVE!"

"Yeah, so?"

TM tried to rebuke it. He tried to say something else. He tried to make SSJ apologize for
his blatant act of trademark violation! But he had little energy to do anything of the
sort. TM just sighed, "Let's get going." SSJ nodded.

***

People cheered around a certain craps table of the MGM Grand. They cheered around a certain
hooded boy, who yelled, "OH YEAH, BABY! I GOT ANOTHER JACKPOT! CASH ME OUT!" at the dealer
of the table.

The dealer sighed with relief. "Finally." He then shoved a mile-high stack of chips at
Rantmon, who delegated half for Jallopsimon to hold. As the two headed for the cash-out
stand, the dealer just bitterly muttered, "Get out of here. We don't wanna see you again."
The casino had lost too much money due to Rantmon's luck.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll never return!" Rantmon announced, heading along his way. Rantmon and
Jallopsimon headed for the cashier and the two received a trillion dollar bill for their
troubles. They headed for the door, smiling proudly.

"Today was a good day, don't you say, Jallopsimon?" Rantmon nudged Jallopsimon.

Jallopsimon just answered, "I'm sure it was... I'm sure it was..." As they walked past the
crowded craps table towards the exit, some things dropped from Rantmon's sleeves... The
dealer heard it hit the floor and looked down on it. "Huh?" he could only mutter.

He stepped off his chair and bent down, seeing that they were dice... He picked it up, sat
back in his chair, and he noticed something strange... ALL THE SIDES WERE THE SAME! Rantmon
had been cheating! He crushed the dice and turned to Rantmon, walking casually to the door.
"DAMN IT! GET BACK HERE YOU F***ING CHEATER!" he screamed.

Rantmon suddenly froze. He turned back and saw the dealer chase after them. Rantmon then
yelled, "OH SHIT! RUN JALLOPSIMON, RUN!" He dashed forward, away from the dealer who
already called a few guards.

"I'm already ahead of you!" called Jallopsimon, already shoving open the doors.

---- To Be Continued ----

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SSJ: You know what, I don't really know what the Hell the next chapter shall be about.

Amiko: You shall see for yourselves!

TM: So go actually do something instead of waiting for us.

Cindy: Yeah. Get some of this "life" we heard so much about.

DDT: Not to mention "sleep".

(Silence...then they all start laughing.)

SSJ: HAHAH- WHO IN THE HELL HAS A LIFE?!

Amiko: WHAT A CRAZY IDEA!

TM: BWAHAHAHAHA!

Cindy: AND "SLEEP" TOO?!

DDT: THAT'S A RIOT!

(They all walk away laughing into the night...)

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