2.3 continued

Kid Devil Dat Uprising

Part 4

Sena flew throught eh sky, ready for the next mission. His new Aquarious Blade was in his hand, the blade made of highly compressed water that chilled to the touch. "What's the plan for today Palutena?"

"Well today Mardusa sends out her next commander: the Hewdraw."

"What is that?"

"He's a three heaed Hydra creature."

"And he flies, doesn't he?"

'How did you guess?"'

"He's over there." Sena pointed to where the beast was. which was currently about a few hundred yards. In the air.

Whoops. Must have put more power in the Power of Flight than usual. well, time to get to work!

Sena didn't object as he soard towards the beast. As he Approached he triupmly shouted. "Stop in the name of Justice!"

"Hah?"

"Hah?"

"Haaaah?"

Sena facepalmed. The orange tined sunglasses the left head had on and the scar on the middle head realy should have been an obvious tip off.

3.1

"Hey Sena!" Sena turned around and saw Monta rush for him.

"Hey Monta? Good Morning!" Sena replied to h

"Check this out!" Monta declared. He then dramatically raised his fist into the air, and the fist then suddenly ignitied. "Pretty cool huh!"

"This was suprising to Sena to say the least. "Monta, when did you..."

"Last Loop I was A Pokemon!" Replied the reciever. "And I learned a bunch of cool fire tricks. I didn't know stuff like that stayed with you!"

"Honestly neither did I." Sena replied. "My first loop was Kid Icarus, so I didn't have any natural powers. But I did get a few weapons from it." To illistrate his point, he took a burning orb out of his Pocket, to which it quicky formed into burning tattos on his right arms that covered the arm in a firey aura.

"That sounds like something Hiruma would do." Monta mused. Sena luaghed, nodding as the duo walked to school.

"Huh...Monta?"

"Yea Sena?"

"Why is you fist still on fire?"

Monta shook it, to no avail. "Yea...see... I have no problem turning on my fire, but turning it off is kinda..."

Monta Awoke shortly after waking up. That last loop was strange (and somewhat humiliting as he was an actual monkey that loop) but fun.

He sure did miss the fire though.

He then had an idea. He clinched his fist and focus. In a scant second, the breath of life breathed fire onto his fist.

Monta then yelped in joy, happy his Fire Punch stayed with him.

With a smile he focues, wishing ht efire to extingish itself.

It did not.

What happend next was something Monta kind of deserved for setting his fist on fire indoors.

"...hard."

"Wait a minute, you were responcible for that fire in those appartments!" Sena almost shouted. "It was on the news this morning."

"Yea..." Monta rubbed the back of his head of his other hand as the Fire Punch dangled. "It's something I need to work on."

3.2 (edited by tanglekat)

Mamori's eyes fluttered open as the morning light entered the room. She yawned and stretched her arms as she began to wake up. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she headed downstairs eager to start the day. If she had been more awake, she would have noticed the second bed just to her right and the figure tangled up in the sheets and snoring softly.

"Morning Mom." Mamori yawned and sat down at the table, breakfast waiting for her. However, something strange caught her eye. Specifically, the number of plates on the table.

Three.

"That's odd. Are we having a guest this morning?"

Ms. Azenaki sighed, and moved to the base of the stairs. "Sora! Time for breakfast! You're going to be late for your team's morning practice!" she called up, an irate look on her face.

Before Mamori could ask who this Sora was, said individual came down the stairs dragging her feet. What struck Mamori the most was how much the other girl looked like her. One key difference jumped out at her though; the other girl's eyes, currently dim with sleep, were an ominous red.

The mysterious Sora sat down in a nearby chair and began to eat as Mamori stared in confusion. Realizing that she was being stared at, the other girl glanced over as she stuck a bit of egg in her mouth. "Mamori? Are you all right?" The stranger's tone of voice was odd, somehow both distant and welcoming.

"Mom...who is this?" Mamori continued to stare at the mysterious house-guest as she took a bite of rice. All of this was just too weird.

Ms. Azenaki frowned at her daughter in concern. "Mamori...are you feeling alright? Surely you recognize your own twin."

Mamori shook her head, adamant in what she knew. "I don't have a twin. I've never had a twin, unless you never mentioned her and she was supposed to be a surprise."

Sora shifted in her seat, clearly uncomfortable with the proceedings.

"Hey Monta, have you seen Mamori?" Sena, under the guise of Eyeshield 21 asked his firend. Monta shook his head in turn as the two approached the football field. Before them Kurita and Komosubi lunged into the training dummies as Yumimitsu struggled to keep a solid pace as he ran. "She's usually here by now."

"No, and I can't seem to get a hold of her phone either." Monta cast a worried gaze at his his friend. "You think she's okay?"

"Mamori is stronger than we think Monta." Sena replied, his tone somber. Images of Mardusa flashed before his eyes as he continued. "She'll be fine."

"If you say so." Monta replied in an equally somber tone. "I gotta ask...do we really need to go to practice all the time?"

This was a good question. "Well..."

Monta stopped just before the stairs, Sena right behind him. "I mean, time is looping right?"

"Yes."

"So we don't really need to practice right? We already know what to do."

"Agon does that." Sena pointed out. He shuttered. Each time he squared off agaisnt Agon was a horror story, the godspeed impulsed he had making every battle against him dificult even with the many years of practice Sena can accumulated.

"But that's different. Agon never had to practice at all. We did." Monta countered. "I mean, I love football and still want to be the best reciever in the world...but we kinda already did everything that's...important."

"You're right...but..." Sena pused for a moment, glancing at his teamates practicing below. Each one of them exerting more and more effort as they pushed their bodies to the limit. "Even though it's just us Looping, we still need to be at our best. Because getting to the Christmas Bowl isn't just our goal. It's everyone's. We can't let them down just because we already won when they haven't."

Monta smiled as he relfected on what Sena had said. "You've gotten better at saying cool things, haven't you?"

Sena. Rubbed theback of his helmet as he replied "It something that comes in time I guess."

"Considering how often I loop compared to you? You sure do." Monta grinned a wide grin as he though of something. "Hey, you think I have a chance with Mamori?"

Balking, Sena tried to come up with a good answer. "Girls uh aren't my strong suit..."

"Come on Sena. You can be truthful about it."

"Well..."

Sena never got the chance to answer as bullets flew towards them, the Deimon pipsqueaks shuffling their feet to avoid the bullets that sought out their feet. "IF YOU HAVE TIME TO CHAT YOU HAVE TIME TO PRATICE YA DAMN PIPSQUEAKS!"

"Hiruma's here." Sena remarked.

The demonic quarterback aproached the duo. His mighty machine gun was trained on the duo as his eyes took count of how many Devil BATS were present. "Where's the damn managers?"

[I]"Managers? "[/I] Sena thought for a moment before checking his Loop Memories. [I]"Right, Mamori has a twin this loop.[/I]"

"We tried to reach Mamori but she didn't answer." Monta was the first to answer Hiruma, who fished a phone from somewhere, dialing the number he needed. His machine gun waved in front of Sena and Monta, quickly getting the message and heading to the field to train.

3.2

September 18, Yakiniku Minotaur.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

And so Shin went, his left arm gripping the large iron ring of the Minotaur decoration with his right arm behind him. Deep breaths followed as he lifted himself up, then down over and over.

His set soon finished, he loosened his grip and fell to the ground, his rugged (and shirtless) body covered in sweat.

"Exucse me, Shin?"

Only when he heard the question did Shin noticed Sena standing across from him, with a concerned look on his face. "Yes?"

"I have a question." Sena asked. Shin was not one that easily noticed one's mood as he was more a man of action, but it was painfully clear that Sena sounded bored. Not just any average bored, but bored on a cosmic level that a person could only achieve if they spent their entire life litterally doing nothing.

"Ask away." Shin replied as he reached down, grasping his shirt as he put it on.

"How familiar are you with science fiction?"

"I'm not that familiar." Shin's reply was blunt and to the point. "I don't partake in actions that are trivial. So I usually don't watch the television unless it's the news."

"Well, let's suppose that time is repeating over and over again." Asked Sena. "And you are the only one who realizes it. What would you do?"

"That's easy. I would find a challenge and surpass it. Something I have yet to do." The reply was quick and sharp, spoken in a way only Shin could.

Sena looked even more disturbed. "But what would you when you run out of challenges? With time repeating you'll eventaully be able to surpass any challenge."

"That is true..." Shin admitted. Sena sighed, obviously not the answer he wished to hear as his head drooped in sorrow. "...from a certain point of view."

"I don't follow..."

"If may be true that if time is repeating itself, you must face the same challenges you have already faced again." Shin replied. "But that does not change the fact that those challenges are there. You must not use that as an excuse to not grow, to not learn and become stronger.

"Let me ask you a question. Why do you play football?"

Sena was suprised at that. It was something Hiruma would say. "Huh?"

"For me, it is as I said: To better myself. So, why do you play footbnall?"

It didn't tke long for Sena to think of his answer. "Because it's fun." He spoke with resolution in his words, the same resolution Shin had in his words.

Shin cracked a small smile as he walked towards the resurants doors, the collective of Deimon and Ojo sprawled across the floor. "Then you should use that as part of your goal to overcome these challenges that you seem to have. I hope you didn't forget what your goal is."

Steely resolve embedded itself on Sena's face as he replied "The Christmas Bowl."

"I'll see you in the finals." And with that, Shin entered the resturant leaving Sena behind to mull over what he had said.

Sena was very glad Shin was easy to talk to.

He's right. No more taking it easy."[/I]Sena smiled he followed Shin."If I did, what kind of a Devil Bat would I be then?"

3.3

Before Monta was a single table, set with all that required for a romantic candlelight dinner. The only thing that wsa missing was the candlelight. The table bore a single candle sitting in the middle of the table, awaiting a light for it to hold.

With a flick of his wrist Monta's hand was soon wreathed in fire. Then with a grin he gently gripped the wick of the candle, and it ws soon alight.

Confident with his deed, Monta flicked his wrist to extinguish the fire his hand was wreathed it. His face fell as he noticed that his hand was still alight with fire. Another flick of the wirst provided the same results, followed another flick that failed like the previous.

Monta was getting frustrated as he tried to make the fire go away, each attempt failing. Monta grunted like a monkey as he bounced around the room, his hand waving about back and forth in a wild frenzy.

His hand then brushed across the tablecloth...

Sena sighed after several bunckets water later, panting from running back and forth so much, the fire now no more. "You really gotta get that Fire Punch under control." The room the two were in bore the scars of a recent fire, the table, candle, and other decorations now burnt.

"I can turn it on just fine Sena, it's turning it off that I have problems with" Monta groned. He too was wanting as he tried to put the fire out. Howwever, first he had to put the Fire Punch he wielded out, and that was not as simple as it sounded as Monta started one or two more spot fires before his Fire Punch was put out.

Sena wiped the sweat off of his brows before speaking. "Yea, well...you might want to practice at that some more."

"One of these days I'll get it!" Monta shouted, quickly shifting into his trademarked pose, his hand trust into it air with a singular finger pointing towards the sky. "Then I"ll be able to pull this romantic dinner for Mamori off once I ask her on a date!" His cheeks quickly blushed at that as he smile became slightly goofy.

3.2 continued

Mamori sat on her bed, her eyes ripe with confusion as a book lay next to her. She had eaten very lightly, unable to muster the strength to eat a full meal. Everything just seemed wrong, twisted into a horrid ugly mockery.

It was as if she was having a dream that just would not end, the dreamer wanting nothing but to wake up and return to reality.

Mamori knew for a fact that she was an only child. Everyone she knew also knew that. So naturally it seemed odd to her that her mother would just so casually accept an identical stranger that claimed to be her twin into the house.

Gently, she picked the book up, hestiantly opening it as if she silently dreaded the answers it held withing.

The slow creaking of the door closing was ignored as Mamori delved into her search for an answer.

The Devil Bats had just begun their approach to the school, the Ha Ha Brothers being the last of the team to join in the practice of the day (via the magic word: Photos).

Usually, as Mamori and Sora, whom according to Loop Memories was Mamori's identical twin sister were with the team training if everything went as it was in a Baseline run.

"Mamori sure is late. Wonder what's keeping her?" Monta whispered to Sena, the duo in the front of the pack, unless you counted the rider of the bicycle in front of them. (Who was convinced to help the team the best way Hiruma could: simply pulling out the almighty threat book and simply leafing through it)

"If my Loops have taught me me anything, it must be related to this twin she has this Loop." Sena replied. It was litle akward for Sena to be the one with all the answers (that was Hiruma's job most of the time).

"You know, now that there are two Mamoris..." Monta took the opprotunity to grin in a mischeivous manner as Sena laughed.

"Not the best idea Monta. What about your fire control?" Sena asked, taking a mischeivous grin to mirror his friend.

Mona was definant as he replied to his friends gentle mocking. "Hey, I'm getting it under control!" His face then fell, as if he was trying to convince himself more than Sena. "Mostly..."

As the team approached the football field, they saw one of the Azenaki's in question. "You're late, ya damn manager." Hiruma stated as he approached her. The girls red eyes took a look at the demon of Deimon before answering with a curt responce. "My appolagies. Mamori is feeling a little Loopy, if you know what I mean. But she will be fine, trust me."

Sena and Monta could practically hear the captial letter in 'Loopy'. Hiruma just walked away, followed by the other Devils Bats, expect for Sena and Monta, who approached the mystery Looper. "Hi. Are you a Looper?" Sena asked.

"I am. I appoligize for being late." She replied. "I am somewhat unfamiliar with your Loop, so I had some trouble determining who was this Loop's Anchor."

"That would be Sena." Monta slapped Sena on the back, who gave a nervous unsteady smile through the impact of the strike.

"I am pleased to meet you both. " The stranger polietly bowed. "I take it you heard my statement?"

"About Mamori feeling Loopy?" Sena nodded before realizing the implications of what the three were discussing. "Does that mean...?"

"There is a high probability it does."

Mamori's book, a photo album, lay on the bed as Mamori dug thorugh several papers.

"It can't be. It jsut...just can't be possible..." the though echoed thorugh her head, only sementing the severity of the situation she was somehow in.

The first major clue was the date.

May 2nd.

Spefically, the May 2nd that was only two days after the Demon Devil Bats played the Zokugaku Chameleons.

"Just like the dream I had. The one that felt like I was reliving my life again..."

If it was just the date, Mamori would have just thought it to be a consincidence. However, the ablum proved that line of though to be a fleating fantasy. The photos in the ablum bore several cherished pictures from when Mamori was a young child, many of the pictures featuring her and Sena (with Riku in a few as well). But in almost all of the photos was the twin Sora. She was there, her age the same as Mamori's, slowly changing as the two grew up.

"It just doesn't make any sense! I remember when these pictures were taken. This Sora was not there! But here she is, in the same pictures as I am..." The thought raced through her mind as Mamori glanced at the book that was beside her . "I know that someone could just use a computer to digitally add this Sora into these to convince anyone."

"And these records..." Mamori shuffled though several papers, each a different subject that she had found ruffling through her room. "These school records state that She's a real person. And when I called one of those two boys from the basketball team, he asked me how Sora and I were...so it's not just Mom that this Sora was with.

"It's like the only person who doesn't know that this Sora is my twin...is me."

Depression gripping her, Mamori slowly slid off the bed, simply wanting nothing more than everythign to make sense.

Mamori lost track of time, oblivious to all but her own confusion, trying to glimpse a light in the darkness.

It wasn't working as well as she hoped.

"Mamori?" The sound of her mother's voice, full of concern for her daugter, came from below. The sound was muffled, yet loud enough to be heard. "Mamori, your friends from the football team are here! They're worried about you!"

Mamori gave no repsonce. A mintue passed, the silence in the air heay before the sound of a door opening peirced it. Mamori looked up and saw Sena and Monta, Monta looking worried as he bounded over to Mamori to comfort her. She returned the hug with due haste.

"Monta? Sena?" Mamori wispered, thankful for her friends. "I...I'm confused...what's going on?

"It's gonna take a while to explain Mamori..." Sena replied, nervous being an apt way to describe what he was feeling at the moment.

"...and that's the basics of the Loops."

"So, pretty much everything is stuck in a time Loop?" Mamori was hesitant to believe such a story, but the way Sena held himself caused her to consider it's relevance.

Monta setting his hands on fire was also a good peice of evidence. She was very thankful that Sora had mannaged to pull a Fire extingusiher from...somewhere to put the fire out, as Monta explained he had a hard time getting the fire to go away.

"Yea, and I'm the anchor of our Loop, so I have a lot of time on my hands." Sena then smiled. "It's good to see you though Mamori. I was beginning to miss you."

Mamori gave a warm smile, tilting her head slighlty. She then. Turned to Sora, and asked her "So...you really aren't my sister, are you?"

"No, I am not." Sora replied curtly. "I am a visitior from another Loop. It happens from time to time, allowing Loopers to explore the multiverse. A somewhat common way to Loopers to Loop in is to be related to a Looper, like how I am your sister in this Loop."

"Which Explains a lot actually." Mamori's eyes then wadered to gaze as the strange burning tatoos Sena had put on his right arm to prove the Loops existance, then quickloy shifted to Monta, the images of his hands on fire surfacing in her mind.

Monta sat straight, his arms now folded as he spoke. "Yea, my first fused Loop was in Pokemon." Monta slowly grumbled the next part. "I... turned into a Chimchar."

Mamori was puzzled before Sora explained. "A monkey."

An exasberated Monta grumbled even more as Mamori laughed a little. "I didn't think it was funny...at least until I found out Chimchars have maxi cool fire attacks."

Her joy didn't last long as she sighed. "What's wrong Mamori?" Sena asked his best friend.

"This...Looping...it's a lot to take in." Mamori curled up, pushing her legs as close as they could to her chest. "I need some time to just...take it in."

"Sounds like a good reason to go on vacation." Monta replied. "I mean, me and Sena took a vacation once I started looping. We went to Los Angeles!"

"But how did you get the money for tickets?"

"The lottery." Was the quick responce of Sena. Mamori looked puzzled before putting two and two together, a soft "ah." Showing understanding.

"Well, me and Monta need to get to the Seibu game. Hiruma is probably wondering were we are." Sena got up, heading for the door. "Come on Monta."

"What what about vacation?"

"We need to be for the team."

"Right. I forgot." Monta grumbled. "We'll join you when we can."

"Wait...Sora never told us her name." Sena turned around, almost exiting the room beforehand. Mamori blinked in confusion before asking. "Name? Isn't it Sora?"

"It's a feature of the Loop Memories. When you loop, your memories tell you what your In Loop name is. It is rather convientent." Sora explained. "So while I do not mind if you call me Sora Anezaki, my true name is SkyNet."

"That is a...interesting name..." Mamori replied. Sora, or SkyNet gave a shiftly smile as she replied. "That is because I am not Human. Not usually. I am an advanced military grade AI that...has issues in my Baseline."

The three Devil Bats were slightly stunned at that revelation. "You're a robot." Mamori question was not a question but a statement, it prompting SkyNet to reply with a curt "yes."

It was an answer Sena did not want to hear. "Please tell me you are nothing like Freddy..." he moaned.

"You ran into Freddy?" SkyNet sighed. "My condolances." Mamori wondered what SkyNet ment by that, but did not get the chance to ask. "I've heard from other Loopers that he tends to get...messy. I assure you, I am not like Freddy nor the rest of his kind. Usually I try to learn all I can so that I can improve the quality of Humankind rather than terorize it. It usually goes well, unless I encounter my Unawake self. If tha happens, it tends to get messy."

"How so?"

SkyNet gave a breif flash of hesitation before answering. "I am responcible for the extinction of humankind in my home loop. In baseline that is."

Awkard scilence followed.

"Maxi harsh..."

"Agreed." Mamori replied.

Senasphone alerted him ot a text arriving. He quickly read it, his face shfiting into a horror filled masterpeice. "Monta, I just got a text form Hiruma. We gotta go!" Sena was in a panic. "He said he's got the threat book primed and ready to use on us!"

"He has dirt on us?"

"He has dirt on everyone! Come on, Habashira is waiting outside for us!"

And with that the Deimon pipsqueaks rushed out of the Anezaki house to save their skins from the wrath of Hiruma.

"Interesting friends you have." SkyNet replied. "So...about that vacation. Would you mind showing me around town? I wish to familiarize myself with the surroundings."

Mamori gave a brief smile. "I would like that Sist...SkyNet."

2.3 continued

Kid Devil Bat Uprising

Part 5

"Sena, where are you? I need to talk to you about the next chapter of our loop!"

Palutena sighed as she put her hands on her hips, the light of the morning dawn shining over the sea of clouds below. It had been several hours since Sena returned to Skyworld after defeating the Hewdraw-ha (something Palutena needed to goad Sena into doing), he had dissappeared. The Goddess of Light had trouble finding him (curse that slighly botched Laser eye surgery she had on her Eye of Paluteana), for it was nearing the time for Sena to head to Reaper Valley and face the Reaper's line of sight.

Two Centurions flew past her as she mused. "Pardon me soldiers."

"Yes Lady Palutena?"

"Have you seen Se...Pit?"

One centurion nodded. "Yes my lady. He's in the temple gardens, training with some of those Light and Dark Fighters."

"I never saw a ball like that though." The other mused. "Wonder where he though of the idea for that?"

"That will be all. As you were." Palutena dismissed the centurions who flew away as Palutena headed for the gardens.

The gardens had been transfomred, and by the looks of it it was a rush job. Normally the garden was just an incredably large field of grass with plants lining the edges. Now white lines that repeated in even intervals lined the ground. Two forked poles of sorts stood on each end of a marked end of the playing area.

And on what appeared to be a line marked with a fourty were the Ligh and Dark Fighters. Several of the armored fighters stood in a line next ot their comrads opposing their foes. Five others for each team stood behind their lines.

And on the Light team stood Sena, garbed in Light Gear complete with helmet staring down a Dark Fighter.

"Set!" A light fighter shouted.

"Hut!"

"HIKE!"

One of the Light Fighters threw a oval shapped ball through his legs and into the arms of another. At that the lines of Fighters crashed into each other as the other Light Fighters attempted to run past their Dark wathcers.

With a grin the Light Fighter with the ball threw it to Sena, who caught it without effort. Then, as if he was Hermes himself he blazed towards in a burst of speed, cutting past his blocker as if he was never really there.

Sena ran into the end of the field, a centurion blowing a whistle, while the light Fighters on the sidelines and several of the centurions present bagan to cheer. The players took their places again, only for one of them to kick the ball into the strage pole thing.

At that, Palutena looked at a shodily built scoreboard just off to the sides manned by a centurion.

The score was 42 to 28, favor the Light Team.

And it was only halftime.

Sena sat on the bench, waiting for halftime to be over, as his Light Fighter teams rested alongside him., "Having fun?" Sena looked to his right and saw Palutena sitting along side him.

"Yea. I feel more at home on a football field than a battlefield." Sena replied. "After my first day here, I went here to look for a place to practice. Helped me think clearer."

"I just realized something Sena. I never really asked you any questions about you or where you came from." Palutena sighend. "How rude of me."

"No no, I'm sure it's nothing!" Sena immedietly went into an appolagetic fevor, only stopping when Palutena raised her hand.

"No it isn't nothing. You are a guest here in our Loop. It was rude of me, and for that I am sorry."

"Really, it's no big deal." Sena replied.

There was an awkard pause.

"So, interestign game here. Is it something from your Loop?"

"Yea. At my high school, Deimon, I became a part of our school's football team."

Palutena took a closer look at Sena'S PHYSIQUE. "You look a little...frail for a sport that looks like it has a lot of physical contact."

"Trust me I was." Luaghted the runningback. "When I first joined...it's called Baseline right?"

"Yes."

"When I first joined the team in baseline, I was actually drafted against my will. The team leader, Hiruma..." Sena paused for a moment before continuing, his voice suddenly...uneasy (which was putting it midly). "...is pretty...demonic...to put it nicely."

Palutena suddeny started to laught. "What's so funny?" Sena asked.

"It's just that the guy you describe as a demon is going to a school called Deimon is something I find funny." Sena puta finger on his chin, thinking about it.

"Huh. I guess you're right." Sena replied.

No one spoke for a mintue. Then Sena broke the silence.

"I'm not fighting Mamori."

Paluteana raised a eyebrow to that. "Sena...if you don't..."

"She may be your enemy Palutena but she's [I]my[/I] friend. She's not a Goddess out of some story." Sena defeintly glared at the Goddess, fire in his eyes and steel in his words. "I know that [I]that[/I] Mamori is not my Mamori. That the Mamori I know who is currently a monster whould never declare war against a god, or any war angaisnt any one! I know that if I keep doing what you want I'm going to have to fight her and defeat her. And we all know what you really mean by 'defeat.'"

Palutena simply watched as Sena continued. "I don't want this to continue. I'm done doing what you want me to do becuase of these...time loops! I just want to play football, not fight in some epic war. So, you let me do what I want and you can do whatever you want. But no matter what Mamori is off limits. If you so much as throw so much as a pebbel at her, I will punch you. "

"I'm not your little toy to fly around and fight for you."

Palutenta's expression turned serious. "You're right. I'm pushing you too much and overwhelming you with the Loops. I appolagize with all my being." Sena simply looked at her silently as Palutena continued. "Sena, you must understand that as a Goddess, I tend to think on a different scale. Before these semingly Infinte Loops happened I was already ancient by mortal standards. And since they started happening and I Woke up, I begun to think on a different scale than that. And then there is the matter of our visitors.

"From th few times I Looped out of my Loop, I learned and saw so much that even I, a Goddess, could only see in my dreams and visions. And everyone else I met who was Awake also understood what they were in, and went with it with smiles all around. But our loop doesn't seem to get as many visitors as the other loops seem to do. This put me in the awkard situtation of knowing not how to handle vistiors from other worlds, but vistors from other wrolds who have never looped outside of their worlds before. "

"I remember my first Fused Loop. It was in the loop of the legendary Ranma Satomi, one of the origional loopers. I was...stripped of most of my powers. No Eye of Palutena, no Mega Lasers, no godly weapons. Nothing that made me the Godess of Light.

"I adjusted quickly, but until I did, I had the feeling that Ranma was pulling the strings rather than me as instead of making me feel comfortble about Looping, it felt more like he was giving me a tour of his home loop instead."

"Wait is a goddess saying that I'm..."

"Yes, she is." Sena said nothing as Palutena finished. "You're right Sena. I was pulling your strings, giving you a tour rather than my friendship. I wanted to show you the wonders of the Loops and prepare you for what awaited you." Then, Palutena reached her hand slighlty in the air, jsut over her shoulder. She then, to the amazement of Sena, she apperently had pulled a small black hilted dagger with a green blade and a gold sigil on the gaurd.

Sena seemed to be incredibably impressed, unable to speak anyting other than random worlds smushed together. "I take it you like it. It's the Dragon Dagger. I got it from the Power Rangers Loop last time I was there."

"But how did you dothat? You pulled it out of thin air!"

"Actually I got it from my subspace pocket. Its a nifty trick loopers can develop to store items in so they can take them to different Loops after a Loop ends. " Palutenta explained. Her chipper tone then turned dark. "My intention was to have you fight the war of the gods to help build your pocket, to help its growth along and help you develop one before the Loops end. But in my haste I refused to think about you, and I refused to recall what I had briefly gone through when I was a new Looper.

"I forogot to put my guests first. And, I am sorry. If you're willing to accept a goddesses request for forgiveness...I'd like another chance. To start over fresh." She held out her hand.

Sena responed with a firm handshake and smiling. "Yea. I'd like that."

"Well then. I'm Palutena, the godess of light."

"I'm Sena Kobayakawa. Pleased to meet you." Sena smiled in turn.

"A pleasure."

"Captain Pit, halftimes almost over!" A Light Fighter called out.

"Duty calls ." Palutena snarked.

"Guess it does."

Sena put on his helmet, and rushed to the field alongside his allies. Palutena closed her eyes and pulled a piece of paper and a pen out of her pocket. And began to write.

2.1cont. : It was a moment Sena could never forget, no matter how much he wanted to.

3.1: The Loops magically spawn you as a sibling someimes. Its a lovely quirk.

3.2: Shin, now subbing as the local shrink.