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[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

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Ginga GIRI GIRI! The Universe is in Danger!
By SSJ Heero (http://animenext.knorf.net)
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---- Chapter 100: Back to Square One ----

The streets of a certain city of a certain state of a certain United States were noisy,
cars coming and going in whichever direction. It wasn't as noisy as the streets of
Solarice, though. It was difficult to be that noisy. But it wasn't silent and still,
either. The blue sky was blurred by the air pollution. It wasn't nearly as blue as the
countryside of Middle Earth, no doubt. But, it was home.

It was a fine Friday afternoon when a boy stepped away from a fast food restaurant and
began his long trek down the streets toward his home. His heavy backpack hung from both
shoulders and he had his textbooks tucked under his arm- with words such as "PREKALKULUS"
and "ENGLISH" being written on the paper covers.

With his free hand, he scratched the back of his neck and yawned, one eye shut, and he
continued down the street. He suddenly heard the shrill call of a car horn. He turned and
saw a car stop on the curb right next to him. "Hey, Khanh!" called the driver.

The boy, Khanh, apparently, looked at the driver with narrow, apathetic eyes. He saw that
it was a friend of his, a girl he knew from high school. He recognized her pitch black hair
and dark brown eyes. "Yo, Anne," he greeted back with a wave.

"You going home?" she asked. Khanh nodded. She smiled and said, "I'll take you home, then!"
The boy didn't need to be told twice before he threw his stuff into the back seat and sat
in the passenger's seat.

After shutting the door and attaching the seat belt, he heard Anne ask, "Are you going to
tomorrow's dance?"

Khanh just looked out the side of the car and answered, "Nah... Ain't got a date."

"What?!" she shouted in shock. "Everyone you asked said no?!" Khanh pointed back to the
road so that she'll keep her eyes forward.

"It's not that," he replied. "I didn't feel like going. Tomorrow's a big day for me."

Anne was silent after she heard that. 'Big day...?' she thought to herself. "What do you
mean by that? What's going to happen?"

Khanh smiled. "Lots of stuff. It's a personal thing." Anne said nothing more, for she
pulled up to the boy's house, then. "Later, Anne," Khanh said to her.

She nodded. "Yeah, bye!" And she drove away.

Khanh watched her turn past the corner and then stepped towards his home. 'Yeah...' he
thought silently to himself. 'Tomorrow's the big day.' He looked down at his watch. The
date on it was May 4. He remembered what he had been called for eight months straight: SSJ
Heero.

***

It was during that day when a certain girl sat in her apartment, reading manga by the
window. Light poured through the glass as the curtains were pulled apart to the far sides
of each window. She turned the pages, reading good old action between Dark and Satoshi [1]
for a good while. She looked at the clock. It was 2:30.

She sighed and shut the book, setting it down on the counter and getting to her feet. She
stretched out in her shorts and T-shirt, and she heard her sister call, "Amiko! Come on and
help me with the laundry!" Amiko saw her older sister emerging from the corner with a
basket of clothes. Amiko opened the door and lead her down the stairs towards the public
laundry room below.

As she turned on the laundry machine and let the water come down, she heard her sister ask
"You're going tomorrow?"

Amiko nodded. "Yep!" she cheerfully replied. "It's been a while since I've seen those guys."

Her sister smiled. "You heard of FFXII being released soon?" asked Amiko's sister. She
noticed Amiko's instant excitement and almost sweatdropped. "You want it?"

Amiko instantly replied, "Yes! The main character looks so cute!"

Her sister smiled as she put the detergent into the water. "Alright, we'll chip in and get
it." Amiko grinned with excitement as she put the old T-shirts and pants into the washing
machine.

***

The sun beat down in a different state of the certain United States. As the temperature
soared above three digits, one boy sat upon a water cooler, staring at the sky above and
trying as hard as possible to keep cool with a fan. He sat on a water cooler upon his front
lawn, which he surprisingly noticed WASN'T on fire. His aqua eyes were almost dry, and his
throat was sore from the heat. He looked around him and saw no one. He picked up an empty
glass of water, and concentrating hard on it; water came from out of the air and filled the
glass. He downed it in one gulp, but his throat was still dry. The boy just sighed.

School was out for the weekend, no one was coming around, and there was no one to go to.
That's what happens when you move some three hundred miles from your friends. But the boy
sighed and made another glass of water. He suddenly heard someone call, "Chris!" The boy
turned and saw his mother standing in the doorway. "Did you mow the lawn?"

Chris pointed to the lawn all around him. "I finished a while ago," he answered.

His mother scratched her head. She turned and muttered, "Funny, I didn't hear him take out
the lawn mower..."

Chris took another sip of water. He realized he probably should have done that instead of
cutting the grass with blades of water. It would have been less conspicuous, at that,
anyway. But it was just so annoying to drag it out and do an hour-long job that he could do
in five minutes.

He suddenly remembered something. He called, "Mom! What day is today?"

There was a short pause. "It's the fourth! Why?"

"No reason!" he called back. But there was a reason. He sighed and muttered, "I should tell
them that I'll be going back to that old city for a bit, huh?" He had forgotten to tell his
parents of them.

He suddenly heard beeping. Chris looked up and saw a car stopped on his curb, with a girl
in the driver's seat. Chris recognized her. "Oh, Sandy!" he called as the window nearest to
him slid down.

"Hey, Chris!" Sandy called. "Want to go to the mall?"

Chris grinned and replied, "Just wait!" He dashed back inside with the water cooler, and
yelled at the house of where he was going. He opened the car door and leapt inside. He
slammed it down as the car drove away.

'I'll tell them tonight,' thought Chris. 'It'll be the same as the past two years...'

***

Back in that certain city of a certain state, yadda yadda yadda, the mall was unbelievably
full. People from all over the city, and from other cities, stepped through the wide
walkways lined with shops, buying precious consumer products in the name of capitalism and
consumerism. Groups of girls giggled as they walked between stores and groups of guys
stared at the groups of girls, occasionally stepping up to greet them.

"Hey, look there!" one guy told his friends. The group of teens turned and looked at a
group of girls rounding the corner.

"Haha!" laughed one of the girls. "That looks good on you, Cindy!"

Cindy Hoa was smiling as she walked with the group of girls. The girls suddenly called,
"Ew, those guys are staring at us!" Cindy looked at the group, all of them dressed in
baggy, sagging pants, and shirts about three sizes too large. Cindy sighed to herself as
she saw the group approaching hers.

"Let's keep going," she asked her friends, and they all stepped forward.

It all broke down when one of the guys called, "Hey!" They stopped, and Cindy sighed. The
girls turned towards the boys, who just called, "Where are you going?"

Cindy answered, "Shopping." She turned to shove her friends forward.

The boys called from behind, "Oh, come on, don't you want to hang out?"

"No," Cindy flatly replied, keeping a close eye on them. She looked at their eyes and
followed their line of vision. Let's just say they weren't looking at her face. She
continued down the line of shops, and was surprised to look back and see the boys
following, calling after them.

"What's the problem, Cindy?" asked her friend. Cindy looked at the other girl. "Come on,
they're just guys! Let's have fun!" Cindy just sighed and gave up. The groups met and began
talking.

'Geez, try and do a favor and this happens,' thought Cindy to herself.

"Oh, Cindy?" she heard someone call from behind her.

Cindy turned and looked inside a store, where the voice had come from. She saw a familiar
face waiting at the counter. "Van!" she replied with surprise, pointing at him. She was
surprised to see Van in a uniform matching the colors of the shop. Van grinned and pointed
back. Cindy stepped away from her friends and towards Van. "You work here?"

Van sarcastically replied, "No, I just sit behind the counter for fun."

Cindy glared at Van. "We haven't seen each other for a while and you sass me when we meet
again?" Van said nothing back to that. Cindy just asked, "Why are you working here?"

"To make money," answered Van.

Something in Cindy broke at that point. "Quit with the obvious answers!" Cindy yelled back
angrily. Van blinked. "Why at this place?" Cindy looked about the store, seeing candy in
every box and wrapping.

"Well, it gives free food, for one," Van answered. "And for two, the pay is actually pretty
good compared to other places."

"Ah," Cindy uttered. She then turned back to her friends, who were still talking with the
group of boys.

"Those guys hitting on you, huh?" asked Van.

"Yeah," Cindy affirmed. "It's annoying. Those guys are way below my league."

Van looked at Cindy with narrow eyes. "You can't have high expectations for guys here,"
muttered Van.

Cindy snapped back, "Well, they should at least not be so... So... Moronic!"

Van smiled at that. They were silent for a bit, watching Cindy's friends chat with the
group of boys for what seemed to be hours. "You going tomorrow?" Cindy asked out of the
blue.

"Of course," answered Van. "Why not?"

"Don't give me sass," Cindy said with a glare. She stepped towards her friends and said,
"Well, see you tomorrow!" Van nodded, and Cindy and her friends disappeared from view. Van
took off his hat and scratched his head, sighing as he continued watching the shop. Geez,
it was a slow day.

***

A car came to a stop at a certain high school of a certain city, blah blah. The door opened
and from it stepped Davis Matthews, sighing at the prospect of his after school study
session. He looked upon his run down school, practically falling apart at the seams. Moss
and mildew crowded every corner and crevice, and the stench from the farm it had could be
smelt for miles. Seriously, who puts farmland in the middle of the city?!

He just sighed and stepped towards the gates. Doing poorly in precalculus classes wasn't
even his fault- the teacher wasn't able to teach in any way, shape, or form. He actually
felt like he got dumber from attending her classes. It didn't matter, though, whose fault
was whose, for he still needed to study in order to pass the class.

He sighed and locked his car, stepping towards the building. He thought about derivatives
and antiderivatives and all kinds of nonsense that hurt his brain to remember. It all
started blurring together after a while, and made it even more difficult to work on
problems.

He hated school.

Davis stepped through the halls and headed for his class, walking up stairs and opening one
of the doors on the second floor. He saw people already inside, doing homework and
discussing whatever questions they had. He took his seat and took out his notebook and
pencil, and taking out his text book, he went to work.

He heard people talking about various things. The year was almost over. They were going to
go on vacation. All the usual stuff that teens talk about. Someone asked for the date.
Someone replied, "It's the fourth."

Davis stopped scratching his paper with his pencil. He suddenly remembered what was
happening tomorrow. He sighed and shut his book. A smile came to his face. Tomorrow was
going to be a fun day. He suddenly forgot how much school sucked.

Not for long. When he opened the book again and did a problem at random from his
assignment, he found it completely impossible to do with his knowledge. He almost threw his
book out of the window in rage.

***

"Hey, Newcomer," called a man dressed in a uniform with the logo of In N' Out printed on
it. The newcomer turned around, black hair and light brown eyes showing clearly. His
ponytail was tied together, away from the register he was working. The name tag on his
chest read, "Kensou Mishima".

"Yes, manager?" replied the newcomer, who wiped his hands on his apron.

"It's your job to take out the trash now," said the man. "You know how to do that, right?"
The newcomer nodded, and the man left.

The newcomer sighed and stepped away from the front of the restaurant. The lunch rush had
ended just then, and others could handle the rest of the customers. He sighed and replaced
the trash bags in the various wastebaskets, and he dragged the filled bags out to the
dumpster in the back.

Looking at the sky, he sighed. He sort of missed the sky of Terra... But then again, it had
been his choice to come to Earth. His choice alone. He dragged the bags along, thinking to
himself, 'I wonder how everyone else's doing...'

Kensou looked at his watch. He was surprised to see the date. It had crept up faster than
he had expected. 'Ah... Tomorrow's the day again...' He smiled and tossed the bags into the
dumpster. Without another thought, he returned to the building to continue his work.

***

The day came and went, and the new Saturday passed with the Seven excited. It was their
meeting day. It was the day they set aside every year since they had returned from Terra.
It was the anniversary of the day where they reemerged after disappearing for eight months.
From their many homes and apartments, they came to one point. From all over, they arrived
at the beach, where the cool ocean breeze filled their hearts.

They came bearing greetings and food. They had traveled from all over just to be there for
one day. There were smiles passed around and stories of the year being told. A bonfire was
started and fireworks were set off. SSJ, Amiko, TM, Cindy, Van, Davis, and Kensou looked to
the sky as the fireworks lit it up, sending bright colors of red, blue, and yellow into the
clouds. The sky was alit with every color of the rainbow.

This was where they had returned. They looked ahead at their futures; up in the sky were
their hopes and aspirations. Behind them was the story of another world. Behind them was a
world far behind them. Behind them was the ugly and beautiful adventure, traveled with
friends and suffered together. It all was left behind.

The gate of fate was firmly shut.

And a new gate lay open before them.

---- Epilogue: May 5th, 2004 ----

"Dear Diary,

Today was the anniversary of their leaving. Today, three years ago, the most inspiring
heroes ever seen in the history of Terra returned to their own world. Fireworks, confetti,
and all were shot to remember the contributions those six gave to Terra. It was almost
surreal, seeing the faces of all the citizens smiling.

Kino is in better health than ever. The operation on his ears restored his hearing, and he
no longer needs the aids to listen to the old tapes we had of Yuki. He has been more
cheerful than ever, and the stress of being president seemed to have been lifted off of his
shoulders.

The Hokuten makes occasional visits to the Tower, but it is far and much in between. Every
time they visit, they seem to be on a new, exciting mission. They had returned here today,
but when I asked, they had already got a mission to find a sacred spatula. I doubt they
succeeded.

The many citizens that my friends had captured have adapted again to being in their normal
roles. Relena Peacecraft does her job at the Earthsphere with stunning precision, as
always. I hear of a Himura Kenshin being famous down in Japan. The world seems to not have
lost its rhythm at all, even if those six aren't here.

The people, though, have been wondering Kensou Mishima's whereabouts. I told Kino to just
explain he had left with the others, but Kino had been adamant about keeping it quiet. I
don't know why. I don't understand politics, after all.

I hope they are doing alright. I hope Amiko is successful at her ventures, and I hope Cindy
and Davis do well in their classes. Doubly for TM. I hope Van had become a bit friendlier.
I hope SSJ was able to find someone better than me, of course. And I hope Kensou fitted
into Earth. It'd be too much of a shame for them to end up poorly.

Oh, it looks like Kino is calling for me. Good bye for now.

- Momo Yamatani"

---- THE END ----

--- And now, back to the introduction... ---

There was much cheering and rejoicing. The giant IMAX screen turned black and the credits
rolled. TM, Amiko, and SSJ stretched in their seats, feeling as if they hadn't moved for
years.

It was then that the door to the theatre opened and Cindy, Davis, Van, and Kensou stepped
in. Cindy saw the other three and said, "Sorry guys! We came a little late! Did we miss
anything?"

"'A little late?!'" TM yelled back. "You missed the whole friggin' thing!"

Cindy looked up at the screen. She snapped her fingers and muttered with a fake tone,
"Darn!"

"Quit acting!" yelled SSJ. Cindy was silent and pouted at SSJ. "How can you just miss this?
It took like a month to finish! And how did you all come at the same time like that?!"

Cindy, Van, Davis, and Kensou exchanged glances.

Kensou replied, "It was luck." SSJ threw popcorn at him. And the boy was slapped upside the
head by Amiko.

Amiko just said, "Well, it's no problem! Let's go home!" SSJ and TM didn't need to be told
to do that. They got up and left the theatre.

The theatre became silent. Suddenly, from the floor, the narrator sat up, despite being
shot by SSJ through the face. He turned towards the camera, revealing the hole in his head,
closing as if it was liquid metal. [2] "You're one thousand years too early to defeat me-"

A plot hole opened under the narrator. Without another word, the narrator disappeared and
the hole closed. And the theatre became still, once more.
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Author's Notes:

[1] Dark and Satoshi are characters from the manga DNAngel.

[2] Think the T-1000 from Terminator 2. Laugh. LAUGH, I SAY.