A/N: This was just a very short ficlet set in this crossoververse, which a friend asked me to write. A much longer ficlet featuring Crawford's misadventures on the Disc will be forthcoming sometime in the future.

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Aya (again)

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Things worked differently in Ankh Morpork.

It was a difficult truth for one Lance Constable Fujimiya to accept, but after several weeks of discovering that acts which would fall firmly into the category of murder back home in Japan were listed as lawful inhumations in the Laws and Ordinances of Ankh Morpork, and that hurling around phrases such as 'Dark Beasts' was liable to offend members of the undead community, he had started to adapt to ebb and flow of life in the Big Wahoonie.

However, there were things that continued to grate against his sense of what was right and just. Things that made him want to reach for his katana and deliver a quick, efficient SHI-NE to the perpetrator.

One of these things took the form of a certain albino, eye-patch wearing, knife-fetishising psychopath who, along with his new many-legged pet luggage, had taken to terrorising Constable Visit each time the unfortunate evangelical Omnian walked passed Miss von Uberwald's Morporkian Coffee House.

Alas, Mr. Vimes had made it clear that you couldn't go around eviscerating members of the public even if they were deranged, psychotic bastards who'd stab you as soon as look at you, unless they were actively trying to resist arrest for crimes committed: and Farfarello had – rather amazingly given his history – yet to break the law(1).

Still, Ran Fujimiya was not a man wholly averse to adaptation and he fast came to the conclusion that when in Morpork one should attempt to think like a Morporkian.

"Constable Dorfl," he said, as he patrolled Peach Pie Street with his fellow Watchman. "I'm told you enjoy religious debate."

"This is true," said the Golem. "I have entered into several disputations with many of the city's key religious figures."

"And these 'disputations', do they take long?"

"Yes. My discussion with the High Priest of Blind Io has been ongoing for almost two years now."

Lance Constable Fujimiya's lips quirked upwards.

"I believe I know a man who would enjoy discussing his religious beliefs with you."

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(1)Though it was generally understood that he had helped a fair few residents of the city commit suicide.