AN: Finally, even more randomness!
Disclaimer: This fanfiction is not to be taken seriously; doing so may damage your brain and/or sanity.
ADVENTURES IN THE AFTERLIFE PART III
by MapleRose
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"Here, try this one."
"Hmm?" Natarle looked up from her juice, still pondering over what had happened with Commander La Flaga and his father.
"It's good," the blue-haired woman sitting beside her winked.
Natarle examined at the glass of beverage placed before her suspiciously.
The woman laughed, "Don't worry, it's not poisoned or anything."
That made Natarle even more suspicious. She looked from the drink to the woman, then back to the drink again.
The woman sighed, "Just try it, you can't die anymore anyway."
Natarle stared at her. Well, she had a point.
Shrugging, she took a gulp from the glass…
…and started coughing and sputtering at the bitterness and sting of the alcohol as it shot up her head.
"Are, are you okay?" the woman asked, concerned.
"Yeah," she managed between coughs.
"I'm sorry," the woman apologized sheepishly. "You don't drink much?"
Natarle shook her head slowly. She never got used to the taste of alcohol.
"Hmm," the woman looked thoughtful, "You should start getting used to it then." She grinned at Natarle almost devilishly.
"N-No thanks," she shook her head.
"Aww, come on," the blue-haired woman, who had yet to introduce herself, beckoned for the bartender and whispered something. A moment later, another glass of something was placed before Natarle.
"Try this one, it's much milder," the woman smiled. Then at Natarle's wary look, she added, "I promise."
Carefully, Natarle took a tiny sip. It wasn't bad. It was kind of sweet, and fruity, and she could hardly taste any alcohol. Smiling, she drank some more.
"See, told you," the woman smiled smugly. "I'm Aisha by the way," she extended a hand, which the other woman took with a smile.
"Natarle Badgiruel."
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"Hey you, you're Hibiki right?"
The doctor felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned, and found himself face to face with an angry man.
"Er, maybe," he answered slowly and cautiously. "Who wants to know?"
The other man ignored him. "You're Kira Yamato's father?"
"Er, maybe." Hibiki was starting to feel as if something bad was about to happen to him.
"Are you Kira's father or not?" the man got even angrier and came closer to Hikibi, almost yelling into his face.
"Yes yes I am," he answered quickly.
The angry man back off a bit, before he started yelling again.
"Your son! He, he," the man huffed, as if trying to find the right word, "He defiled my daughter!"
Hibiki raised an eyebrow. "Your daughter? And who might that be?"
"Fllay Allstar."
Fllay…Fllay…Hibiki thought to himself, trying to remember if or where he had heard of the name before. Ah yes! He remembered the red-haired girl that he saw Kira with.
"My son, er, 'defiled' her?"
"Yes!" George Allstar's face was as red as Fllay's hair.
Hibiki rolled his eyes, remembering what he'd saw on TV. "If I remember correctly, it was your daughter who 'defiled' my son." Then at Allstar's confusion, he explained flatly, "It was your daughter who wanted to sleep with my son. In fact, I should be angry with you for your daughter 'defiling' my son."
Allstar stared at him like he was crazy.
Hibiki sighed deeply. "Geeze, doesn't anybody watch TV?! I saw what happened."
Allstar looked like he was about to be sick.
"Did you drink too much?" asked Hibiki, chuckling to himself.
Allstar glared, face red as a tomato.
"Relax," Hibiki patted Allstar's shoulder in understanding, "I know it's hard to accept, but the fact is, your daughter has grown up. Besides," he started to leave, "At least she got some action before she died. And be glad that the Ultimate Coordinator chose her."
George Allstar could only stare at the other man.
With a laugh and a wave, Hibiki left, leaving the stunned Allstar standing there.
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"Woo!! Kill! Die die die!!" a crazed Clotho cried out as his hands moved daftly over the controls of the arcade game. He was having fun in this place. There were endless video games for him to play, and they were much more fun than his handheld one.
Orga rolled his eyes, "Shut up, would ya, I'm trying to read."
"No," Clotho snarled back without taking his eyes off the screen. Orga rolled his eyes again.
"Hey Shani, give me your music," Orga leaned towards the green-haired boy and reached for his headphones. "It'll drown out his annoying screams."
Shani hugged the earphones to his ears protectively and growled, giving Orga the evil eye.
"You know, you should turn down your music," Orga commented thoughtfully, though he doubt Shani could hear him through the loud blast of heavy metal, "You're gonna blow out your eardrums." Then he suddenly had a revelation. "Maybe that's why you can't hear what I yell at you when we were fighting!"
Shani ignored him and bobbed his head to the music, eyes glazed over.
Orga sighed and tried to go back to reading, but found he couldn't concentrate over Clotho's cries of victory.
"Yeah! High score!"
"Okay okay, we get it, you don't have to yell."
Clotho tore his gaze from the screen to look at Orga with a disgusted look.
"Why are you reading, of all things? Are you trying to pretend to be smart or something?"
"Pretend?" Orga was offended. "Ugh, you're just stupid."
He got up to leave the room, but to his surprise, Clotho quickly went to the doorway and blocked his way.
"Get out of my way you moron."
"You're the moron," Clotho retorted. "If you go out there, Azrael will find you, and then he's gonna make you tell him where we are, and then, then he might punish us or something!"
Clotho looked genuinely scared for a moment. Orga sighed and went back to the couch.
"Whatever," he rolled his eyes. He seemed to have developed a habit of doing that. "But keep it down would ya, I'm getting a headache."
"No!"
Orga sighed in frustration and threw down his book.
"How about I challenge you to a game. And whoever loses has to be quiet for the rest of the day," he stood up and walked towards an arcade machine.
"Fine," Clotho grinned, games were his specialty after all. "Oh wait," something occurred to him, "When is the day over?"
"Uh," Orga tapped his chin, "I dunno." Were days even defined in the Afterlife?
"Okay, loser has to be quiet for three hours."
"Fine."
They walked over to the OMNI vs ZAFT game and sat down at the controls.
"Haha I'm gonna fight with ZAFT," Clotho laughed with glee as he was about to choose the Providence as his machine.
"Traitor."
"Wait, how about this," Orga suddenly had a brilliant idea, "We have to fight with each other's machines. You fight with the Calamity, and I fight with the Raider."
Clotho looked disgusted. "I'm not fighting with your machine."
"Why, are you chicken?" Orga grinned slyly.
Clotho growled. "No. Let's go."
The boys waited eagerly as the game begin.
"I can't believe I have to be stuck with you two even after I'm dead." Orga took a shot at Clotho, and missed.
"Well excuse me!" Clotho retaliated with a beam cannon.
The two exchanged more shots at each other, both were yelling and screaming with glee. Meanwhile, Shani was still zoned out to his music as he ignored his former teammates.
"This is fun! We should've done this in real life," Clotho cackled.
"…I don't think Azrael would've allowed us to."
"Bah, who cares about what he thinks! I should've just shot at you guys when you got in my way."
Speaking of the devil, the door banged open, and there in the doorway, stood Azrael. But the boys were too wrapped up in the game to notice that he came in.
"Take that!"
"Go to hell!"
"Damn you!"
Azrael observed the boys quietly for a moment, as if he enjoyed watching the game, before he walked over and put a hand on Orga's shoulder.
"Hello boys, having fun?"
"Aaaahhhhh!!!!" Orga jumped, screaming, and a second later, Clotho started screaming as well. Shani however, was still oblivious to Azrael's presence.
Furrowing his eyebrows at the boy zoned out to his music, Azrael walked over and yanked the earphones off the unsuspecting boy.
"Hey!!" Shani snapped out of his daydream and instinctively went to grab his earphones from the intruder. But Azrael held it just out of his reach.
"H-How did you find us?" asked Clotho, pointing a shaking figure at Azrael.
Azrael rolled his eyes. "You guys were so loud that anyone could hear you."
"I told you to shut up!" Orga told Clotho smugly.
"You shut up," Clotho retorted.
"Boys," Azrael called out to get their attention.
"What do you want with us? We're already dead."
Azrael spotted a glint of fear in Clotho's eyes and sighed. "Don't worry, I not here to give you that. I can't find those doctors anyway."
Clotho looked a bit relieved, but he still kept a suspicious eye on Azrael. "Then what do you want?"
"Oh I just want you boys to come out and have some fun with everyone else," Azrael gestured to the door. "And," he grinned slyly, "Have you boys ever tried alcohol?"
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"So, do you like it here?" asked Natarle as she swirled the ice around in her drink.
"Hmm, it's alright once you get used to it," answered Aisha. "Everything here is free, and you don't have to work. But I must admit, it gets quite boring quite quickly," she chuckled, "So we watch the mortals on Earth to ease our boredom."
"How?"
Aisha flipped on the TV sitting at the end of the bar and switched to channel 189753. On the screen was Andrew Waltfeld talking to Martin DaCosta, and DaCosta had a really uncomfortable expression on his face.
Aisha laughed, "Oh that Andy. Sometimes I almost feel sorry for DaCosta-kun."
Aisha turned to Natarle, "Is there someone or somewhere that you'd like to see?"
"Eh, um, not really."
"Are you sure?"
Natarle nodded, and with a shrug, Aisha turned the TV off.
"You can tune into anywhere on Earth with this thing," she explained.
"Er, isn't that...kind of like invading someone's privacy?" Natarle suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable, knowing that when she was alive, somebody might've been watching her.
"Well…" Aisha swirled her drink before taking a gulp. "Sort of, I guess," she smiled sheepishly, "But they don't know that we are, and it's like we're watching over them."
Aisha gave her a pat, "You'll get used to it." Natarle still looked unconvinced and uncomfortable. "…Or you can just not use it."
"So, everything here is free?" Natarle decided to change the subject.
"Yup, everything."
"So, there's no Hell or anything?"
Aisha furrowed her brow, "I, don't think so."
"Oh." Natarle caught a glimpse of Azrael from the corner of her eye. "So even people like him get everything free?" It hardly seemed fair.
Aisha looked over to where she was pointing. "Him? Oh don't worry, this is only his first day. He'll be dragged to some punishment chamber somewhere soon."
"Oh. So you do get judged for what you did on Earth." Aisha nodded. "What kind of punishment do they get?"
The blue-haired woman shrugged. "I have no idea. I've never been informed of that. Something horrible I presume."
Natarle couldn't suppress the smirk at the thought that Azrael probably will be dragged there soon.
AN: Er, this was originally supposed to be the last chapter, but since I have no idea how to end this, and I still have a few more scenes to work out, I think I'll try to end it next chapter. Um, don't think I'll do Destiny though, 'cause I'm not as attached to the characters and thus have no inspiration for random scenes. However, if you want to, you're welcome to write for Destiny. Just notify me somehow so I can go and read it.