Chapter 5: Matrimony without blessings and vows.

Daten city, January 9, 2015, Friday 12:02pm

In a chapel somewhere in daten city, it seemed as though a couple was just about to get married. There was a woman whose face was covered with a silk white veil wearing a matching bridal dressed monogramed with small roses going across the edges of the dress. The man, wearing an expensive black tuxedo, his face was unrecognizable at the time, but judging by the looks the friends of the bride were giving, he was quite handsome.

"We are gathered here today, to join these two lovers in holy matrimony." The priest began as he turned to the bride in the beautiful dress. "DO you, Ms. Lady, take Mr. Husband, to love and to hold, through sickness and in health, till death does you part?" The priest asked.

"I do." the veiled woman replied simply as she kept her eyes on Mr. Husband.

"And do you, Mr. Husband, take MS. Lady, to love and to hold through sickness in health, till death does you part? The priest asked as he turned to Mr. Husband.

"You bet your ass I do." Mr. Husband quickly responded

"Then with the power vested in me, if there are no objections, I now pronounce you man and wife, you may now kiss the bride." The priest said as he closed the book.

"Hold on their priest man" Mr. Husband had stopped the priest as he turned to the crowd. "This is such a special moment that it would seem selfish that only me and my new wife here would remember this lovely event forever, so why not have everyone here remember today?" Mr. Husband asked with his arms raised.

The audience in the chapel gave claps of encouragement to Mr. Husband's enthusiasm. Of course, they thought by remembering the event forever, they thought Mr. Husband meant a group photo; unfortunately that was not the case….

"Did you hear that dear? They all think it's a splendid idea, you always did have such away with words." The now Mrs. Wife swooned.

"Thank you my dear, Mr. Husband smiled as he turned back to the crowd. "And thank you everyone for feeling the same way, it's not often that I come across such willing faces, so now, if your all prepared, let's begin to savor this moment."

Mr. Husband grinned from ear to ear as a mysterious aura had begun to surround him and Mrs. Wife.

Everyone including the priest was a bit confused of what was going on. Though one random Joe who knew what was happening, raised from his seat and shouted…

"Those people are ghosts!" he shouted as little black clouds of mist had appeared over the bride and groom's shoulders. A pair of slit magma colored eyes had peered through Mrs. Lady's veil.

The priest had fell on his backside and quickly tried to rush for the door, as did everyone else. But all the exits to the main chapel were closed as shadows began to surround the room. The trapped citizens tried to claw their way out through the doors and windows, but they only succeeded in wasting energy.

"Don't be scared everyone, this way we can always see each other wed over and over again, not to mention the price of renting out the chapel will drop substantially." Mrs. Lady added with a smile.

Of course this didn't make anyone feel better.

"Now, join us as we treasure this moment forever, by reliving it again and again and again…. IN THE AFTER LIFE!" Mr. Husband laughed as his voice quickly became distorted. He and Mrs. Lady had gone through a transformation to reveal their true form.

Outside the locked doors of the church, only screams of pain and terror could be heard as the innocent citizens were surely being devoured.

(the following day…)

Daten city, January 10, 2015, Saturday 1:23pm

The city seemed to be a much dark and denser color than usual. The buildings and the sky had an odd shading color on them. The buildings and streets had lost all of the bright dingy color it once had before with the sky being the only thing with a trace of deep blue and black left to color it. The city had looked like the setting for a war zone. A single jet plane could be seen flying through the sky. But as the plane came closer to the moon, it exploded with an audible kaboom.

(KABOOOOOM)

The people of the city screamed as they pointed to yet another giant monster. It seemed to be a naked mummy. Bandages were wrapped around its head with a glowing green eye sticking out between the bandages. It wore nothing else except two bandages making an x mark on its crotch. It was wielding what seemed to be large, long and red scissors that could kill 30 citizens in one sweep. But before the beast could come up and steal a single soul, a familiar pair of heroes was quickly approaching the scene in their pink see through. The pink jeep had knocked the mummy giant to the floor with a large thud.

As the see through had come to a screeching halt, a nearby street lamp revealed it was the anarchy sisters who floored the monstrosity. Panty was wearing a sleeveless open half jacket with white shorts. She wore white pearls around her legs. Stocking was still wearing her usual gothic outfit with the exception of a black hair band instead of the usual bow.

"I don't see no ghost." Panty said as she tilted her shades upwards.

"Who you goanna call mother bitches." Stocking questioned, keeping her shades on.

Big pink and bold letters appeared saying,

'PANTY 2 STOCKING IN

The layout had quickly changed to a large stadium. Seats filled to the nosebleed sections with lights shining everywhere. On the grand stage, both panty and stocking were hanging from the arms of what seemed to be muscular backup singers, wearing nothing but a bra, a pair of panties, and shoes, with the exception of stocking's stockings.

SEX AND THE DATEN CITY'

The words were slashed too pieces as it transitioned to stocking and panty rising in the air, killing the large mummy monster from earlier, leaving nothing but smoke left. But as they took time to do a victory pose, the tower behind them had grew arms with the multiple lights shining from the top, turning into eyes.

COMING THIS WINTER!

"What the fuck is this?!" Garter shouted in irritation. Apparently he wasn't one of the fans of the new movie the sisters had made.

It's been three days ever since the destruction of daten city's school, and it was going to take some time for it to rebuild. In the meantime the sisters seemed to have made their names famous by going in to the movie industry. Panty of course did more than just movies, ranging from clothes model to the cover girl of magazines.

But garter belt didn't seem to be too positive about their choice of hobby.

"What the fuck does it look like? It's our new movie, and don't even try begging for a part cause I've checked and we don't need a part for a rageaholic priest, someone's already got that part locked up." panty replied as one of the paparazzi were painting her nails.

"Hey where the fuck is my pudding?" Stocking called. In a matter of seconds another fan had appeared delivering a pudding cup to stocking.

"I don't give two shits about your new movie; you two are angels, protectors of the city, a shining beacon of light to penetrate the darkness." Garter went on about what an angel was supposed to be.

"I could use some good penetration right about now." panty smirked.

"Real professional" Stocking commented.

"My point being, instead of doing any of these things, you spend your time exposing, fondling, and consuming all the live long day, only living by your own rules, an example being blowing up an entire school!"

"Hey they ran for it in time, besides we can't always be working our fingers to the bone, we need time to pamper ourselves." Panty replied as she leaned back on the couch revealing some cleavage for the cameras.

"The whore's right, we may be angels but having to work all the time is a fucking snore fest." Stocking added as she took another spoonful of pudding. She shivered from delight of the sweetness right after.

Garter had let out a heavy sigh. "I at least hope you haven't moved your influence on the rookie, where the fuck is he anyway?"

Back in the guest room, sleeves was currently on a laptop he had 'acquired'. He was wearing a black tank top with blue boxers. He was currently watching the promo for the anarchy sister's new movie.

"Seriously? There making a whole movie? I hope those theaters have absorbent tissues nearby…." Sleeves said to himself as he closed the window with the movie promo and opened another one. It seemed as though he was busy selling stuff online, and right now one of the items he were selling was a used toothbrush from the sister's bathroom.

"If I'm going to be living here for a while, there's no harm in making a little get by money." Sleeves smirked as he marked the price up on the toothbrush. He had set the price for 75 dollars.

In only a few seconds, bidders appeared like pimples and began bidding higher and higher for the used bathroom accessory.

"Shit… up to $200already? There are some sick people in this town, but who am I to judge? As long as I get paid I've no reason to argue." Sleeves smiled as he quickly sold the brush to the highest bidder. "Now for the next item on the list… WOAH!" sleeves had trailed off as the floor beneath his bed had opened.

Sending him straight down to the main floor and in between the two angels

"Agh, what the fuck is it now… hey, what's with the camera's in here?" Sleeves asked, noticing the crowd that was surrounding panty and stocking.

"Well good morning greenhorn, you weren't jacking off to my pictures on the internet were you?" Panty asked as she looked at sleeves attire.

"What? of course not, I was just selling some… old knickknacks for cash." Sleeves said as he quickly shut the laptop.

But when he had looked up, a reporter was already in his face.

"What's this? Another tenant in the house of the angels, are you perhaps an obsessed stalker?" The male interview asked.

"What? Hell no I'm…." but sleeves was cut off as a camerawoman had got in his face next. "Are you perhaps a long lost distant relative visiting from far away?" Asked the camerawoman.

"God no, where are you even getting this stuff?" sleeves snapped

"Wait a minute… are you the angels secret boy toy?!" Asked an excitable cloths stylist

"WHAT? B-boy toy?!" Sleeves exclaimed with his face turning red.

"Oh my gosh, that's it isn't it?! No wonder our dear angels have been able to do so much without getting tired, they must have had someone energizing them all this time!" the stylist exclaimed as the cameras all began to flash on sleeves.

"Wait a minute, that's not true at all! Sleeves had turned to the angels who seemed to be enjoying his torment. Go ahead; tell them that it's not true." Sleeves demanded as he folded his arms waiting for their response. But the response they gave was different then the response he wanted to hear.

"Actually you couldn't be further from the truth; this guy right here is our personal fuck doll." Said panty, causing most of the paparazzi to gasp in shock

"WHAT? But that's-"sleeves began trying to defend himself.

"Completely true, although panty hogs him most of the time, he really knows how to work someone over in bed; I still have lash marks from last night." Added stocking.

"Say what now?!" Sleeves questioned again. The paparazzi were in an uproar. "The tabloids are going to have a field day with this!" Exclaimed one of the photographers

"What the hell are you two doing?! That's it, of the premises now!" Sleeves shouted as the crowd was kicked out of the front door. Sleeves held his head down in shame as he held the doors closed.

"My whole reputation, trashed before it even had a chance to live." Sleeves sighed.

"If you all are quite done, heaven has blessed us with another clue about a ghost we have to take out." Garter said as he took out a piece of paper that was sticking out of chuck's mouth.

The letters B and g were on the paper.

"Bride and groom, that means wedding." Garter explained. Panty didn't seem to care that much, but the subject interested stocking for obvious reasons. "Wedding? That means wedding cake right? Finally a ghost I'll be glad to put down." Stocking smiled as her mouth was already drooling just thinking about the layered treats.

"There will be cake, but that's not the real issue here." Garter said as he brought up a white projection screen, showing different kinds of wedding ceremonies, all of which had bodies littering the chairs of the areas.

"We have reports of murders taking place in one wedding after another, waiting for the perfect moment right after the couple say I do before they kill them and all those who attended the ceremony, The holy matrimony of two souls sharing their lives together is an important moment, for someone to prey upon people during that special time in their lives is a vicious and damnable act, this is obviously the work of a ghost." Garter explained.

But the sisters seemed to be busy talking amongst themselves to hear all the details. "What kind of cake do you think they have at weddings, I hope they have some of those double laced chocolate cupcakes." Stockings asked as a thought bubble appeared over her head, filled with different kind of tooth rotting treats.

"I don't really care, about that; I wonder what kind of treats the groom has." Panty replied. "Don't you ever get enough protein?" Stocking asked.

"Hell no, it's good for your body, isn't that right garter?" Panty asked turning back to garterbelt.

"SHUT UP! First of all why do you think I'd know the answer to that? secondly the more time you waste on plastering yourselves like butter on a pan to every point of the city, more and more souls are being lost to the damned, and when an angry mob comes up to my doorstep, they'll have they'll have their town celebrities to blame! So if you want to prevent such a scenario from happening, I suggest you get off your lazy asses and do your job!" Garter shouted. He was able to at least drill the image into panty and stocking's head. "Ugh, fine, if it'll stop you from having a shit storm then we'll go, let's go stocking." Panty said as she and her sister headed out.

"There better be sweets there." Stocking muttered. Before they left out the door, panty had kicked a nearby basket of laundry over to sleeve. The basket ended up on his head.

"Yo greenhorn, you're not going anywhere soon are ya, handle our laundry while were out." Panty smiled as she waved goodbye.

"Do your laundry?!" Sleeves questioned as he rose out of the pile with a few undergarments still on his head.

"Would you? We kind of have somewhere to be tonight so please don't burn anything." Stocking added as she left the church.

"Why those little arrogant pieces of…." Sleeves steamed as his face turned red. But as he got up he still noticed that someone's panties were on his face, and judging by the smell, they were 'very' used.

"Dear lord!" Sleeves shouted as he quickly tossed it off.

A while later, the angels were dashing through town in the see through, somehow managing to smile for camera's while going at an alarming high speed.

"You think we were a little hard on the new guy?" stocking asked as she turned a corner. "Oh please, if he had the balls to do something he'd have done it already, why do you care anyway, don't tell me you feel sorry for the shit stain?" panty asked as she was flipping through a magazine.

"Of course not, I just don't want this to be a thing where it ends up biting us in the ass, no telling when he'll try to show us up." stocking replied

"Him, show us up? Now that's a laugh, the sucker can't even get around town by himself, how the hell is he going to show us up?" Panty laughed as she tossed the magazine.

In the rear view mirror of the see through, something was approaching the angels. It seemed to be a motorcycle. The bike had an hour glass like frame with silver armored plating. The armor protecting the front wheel resembled a cheetah's head. It looked as if the head was going to devour the front wheel completely. The dashboard between the two handlebars had doubled as a touch screen, allowing it's rider to check the status of the vehicle. The headlight and the light at the back of the bike were designed to leave a neon like light trail during night time. The tires of the bike were designed to blend into the pavement.

On both sides of the bike, near the driver's seat were added armored plating, almost as if there was something hidden under them. "What is that?" Stocking asked as she caught sight of the incoming vehicle in the rear view mirror.

Panty had heard the sound of another engine approaching and decided to look for herself. As she turned around to see, she saw the expensive looking vehicle and a rider atop it wearing a silver horned helmet. As the bike had rode past the angels hummer in slow motion, they could see I was the greenhorn who was just passing them and giving them the finger before speeding ahead

"You were saying?" Stocking asked sarcastically

About a half our later at a large 3 story house that could pass for a mansion, there was a truck outside the house. On the truck there was a picture of a toad on a Lilly pad wearing a white tuxedo and a top hat. Under the image were the words,

'Lilly toad's marriage service'

"There you go madams, everything is set for your wedding, and all in 30 minutes or less like promised.

In the backyard of the medium sized manor, two women and a man stood in the back. The man had pale skin and was wearing a green bowler hat with a colorful polka dotted suit and tie with plain green pin striped pants and black suede shoes.

The first woman had chest naught hair and was wearing a plain spaghetti strap dress. The laces along with the top and bottom of the dress were a dark blue while the middle of the dress was light blue. She was wearing white heels similar to the ones panty was wearing in the movie promo.

The second woman was considerably larger than the first woman. She had light dark brown hair, silver earrings and trashy red lipstick. She wore a button up red long sleeved jacket with a one piece black dress underneath and grey pumps.

"Oh thank you sir, this wedding couldn't look anymore fabulous." The skinny woman thanked. The backyard was set up like a classic wedding, despite the affair being held in a backyard, it looked classy all the same. A white flower laced carpet was laid out leading to the end where the priest, the bride and the groom would usually stand, or in this case the bride's.

On opposite sides of the backyard were tables about half the length of the yard. On the table to the left was where the presents would be placed, and on the table to the right were sweets still enclosed inn their cases, saved for the main event. In the middle of the yard was an ice sculpture fashioned to look like a Cerberus with cider, whine, and jinn pouring out from the three mouths of the sculpture and into the fountain below it.

"You won't find this kind of service in an ordinary chapel, and make sure to tell all your good friends about my service!" the man smiled as he gave the robust woman his card. "Oh you're very good at your work, but I don't think your job is quite done yet." the thin woman smiled as she edged closer to the wedding planner.

"There must be something else we could do to compensate you for your services." The robust woman smiled as she undid a button from her jacket. But at that moment, sleeves had ridden into the backyard, digging up both the beautifully laced carpet and some of the ground. "HOLD IT!" Sleeves yelled as the bike had come to a screeching halt.

"Oh great, competition, listen kid if you're here trying to sell something your too late, as you can see, I've already set up shop here." The wedding planner pointed out.

"Relax, I'm not here to cut into your business, I just want to ask a few questions. " Sleeve began as he took of his helmet. "There has been a rash of murders in town lately, all of them occurring at weddings, since you're a wedding planner, you've set up a lot of weddings in your career, I was wondering if you'd have any clue about the situation."

"You're suspecting me of mass murder?! I am nothing but an honest business man delivering my services to the people who wish to share their lives together. All I know is that every wedding I plan, the turnout is bigger every time, but that's all I know." the man explained

"The turnout is bigger every time? The hell does that…." But before sleeves could even finish that sentence, panty and stocking had crashed into the backyard, tearing a clean hole in the mansion, hitting the wedding planner's truck and him all in one shot. The man had lain mangled, but still alive on the ground with a few scattered finger foods on the ground.

"Found him!" panty said as the hummer came to a stop.

"Oh great, the pros have arrived." Sleeves groaned as he rolled his eyes.

"A guy in a tux with small ordure's, Are you sure that's him? Stocking asked, unsure

"That's the fucker were looking for, isn't that right asshole?" panty had quickly drew backlace and held it to the man's head. "Tell me, do you feel lucky punk? Well do ya? Do ya?" Panty questioned as she held the gun closer to the man's head.

"That may not be him." said stocking. Panty had pulled the trigger. But nothing happened… she shot at him a few more times to make sure, but they all bounced off the wedding planner with a clang.

("So angelic weapons really don't work on humans.., I wonder what kind of effect one have on another angel…") Sleeve thought to himself

"I don't think it's him…" panty said finally getting it.

"Really, that's some amazing deduction power there." Sleeve said sarcastically as he did a slow clap.

"Oh greenhorn it's you, the hell are you doing here?" Stocking asked uninterested.

"Believe it or not, searching for clues about the ghost, or at least I was…., judging from your position, I can already guess where this situation is headed so I'm going to take off." Sleeves waved off as he got back on his bike.

"Hold on, so you're the jerk who flipped us off?" stocking questioned a bit ticked.

"Maybe, maybe not, what's your point?" Sleeves asked nonchalantly.

"So you don't do that, people like you should know your place in the world, those who don't are likely to get stomped on." Stocking scolded.

But this only made the male angle snicker.

"I'm sorry, I must be hallucinating, are you actually trying to lecture me on respect? Last time I checked that was a foreign word to someone like you." Sleeves replied.

"I know a concept that involves having your ass kicked." Stocking snarled as she got in sleeves face. Sleeves had done the same and the two began an intense staring contest, both seemed to try to set the other on fire from their gaze.

Though before things could escalate, sleeves took a deep breath and moved away.

"Screw you; I don't have time to be picking fights." Sleeves had put his helmet on and boarded his bike again. He quickly blasted through another table then a fence into another yard before he got back onto the main road.

"Who the hell does he think he is?" Stocking huffed as she was still feeling steamed. But as she turned around to her sister, she had a look plastered on her face that suggested something was up.

"The fuck is you smiling about?" Stocking growled, annoyed by panty's cheeky smile.

"Oh nothing" She said innocently. Though she had mistakenly pulled her trigger again, hitting the man she was on top on with another bullet. Although it did no real damage

"Oops."

Later on that day, sleeves was still riding through the streets of daten city, still looking for any clues to the recent killings during the weddings.

Though previously he's had no luck as of late, anyone he would ask would tell him that everyone entered the chapel, and everyone left, they experience no sights of killings or ghosts for that matter. Which was odd, seeing as garter told him people have been disappearing during the weddings. Someone had to be wrong, but he was sure it couldn't have been garterbelt.

But then what exactly was going on? These questions and more continued to buzz in his head as he tried to keep his mind focused on the job and not about jamming his foot twelve leagues up stockings…

But he quickly stopped his train of thought as he had come to a red light.

"Damn, red light…" Sleeves sighed as he stopped his bike and rested his chin on the dashboard.

"Man what a pain, I thought finding and killing these ghosts were supposed to be easy, so much for a cushy job, i swear I'm going to… well maybe I shouldn't swear under these circumstances." Sleeves thought as he waited for the streetlight to turn green again.

But as he was waiting for the signal to change, he could hear someone vaguely familiar calling his name.

"Hey! Douchebag from the bus!" A girl called out happily. Sleeves turned to see it was the same girl he met on the bus that day when he first took a trip to the daten city high school. She was still wearing the same Girl Scout uniform with a satchel around her waist containing what he assumed to be cookies. The only thing different about her was she was wearing some expensive looking emerald earrings.

"Bitch from the backseat, what are you doing here?" Sleeves replied. The girl scout seemed to be out of breath, by the looks of it she was previously running from something.

"It's a good thing you showed up, I need a getaway driver and fast!" the girl demanded as she sprang up.

"A getaway driver? The hell would I be a…" Sleeves tried to ask. But he was cut off by the sound of an angry old man.

"OY! THERE"S THE LITTLE PUP THAT STOLE ME VALUBALES!" an old man shouted as two goons standing beside him started shooting at them. They only seemed to have single handed pistols.

"Shit! Come on already move it!" The girl hurried as she forcibly climbed onto the back of the seat. "H-hey get off!" sleeves demanded as he was about to pull the girl off the bike himself. But the gun shots had begun to come closer.

"Fuck, fine, but don't blame me if you fall off!" sleeves had reluctantly started the bike again and speeded off with the thieving girl scout in tow.

"Don't let that bitch get away! Go after them!" The old man shouted,

He and his two goons soon dawned a couple of low-riders, each one painted with a dog's head on the hood of the vehicle.

Sleeves and the Girl Scout were a good distance away from the hoodlums pursuing them so they had some time to talk.

"Whew, that was a close one, thanks for the rescue back there." The scout thanked.

"Mind explaining the fuck that was about?" Sleeves questioned, ignoring the girl's gratitude. "Oh that? I just lifted something for that excuse for a pimp because he thought he could miss out on his payments, and now he thinks he can kill me off just because I'm collecting compensation." The Girl Scout went on.

"What kind of girl scout are you?" Sleeves questioned a bit surprised.

"Oh, a special kind you might say~" The girl scout smiled as she used one of her hans to move sneak down sleeves torso, but he didn't fail to notice.

"Hey hey hey! Hands above the waist, in case you haven't realized I don't have time to fuck around." (Hell even if I wanted to fuck I couldn't…) sleeves muttered under his breath.

"Ah what's the matter, are you trying to save yourself or something?" The Girl Scout asked playfully.

"That's none of your business, just tell me where I need to drop you off so I can get back to work." sleeves demanded as he turned a corner. But as soon as he passed by a nearby alley way, the three goons gunning for the Girl Scout had caught up to them and began firing at will.

"Dammit! It thought we already lost these guys!" Sleeves growled annoyed at the pursuing goons. It was obvious that he was an angel and bullets couldn't hurt him, but there was a non-angel on board, plus some of the bullets could but a serious dent in his new ride, and he didn't really want to spend time buffing out bullet holes.

"Oh darn it, just when I was having fun." The purple haired Girl Scout frowned as she had reached into her satchel and pulled out a 12 gauge shotgun.

She had turned around on the bike seat so she was facing the opposite direction of sleeves. "Keep her steady!" the Girl Scout called out as she aimed at the three cars.

As they continued to move down the narrow street, the Girl Scout had fired once, hitting one of the tires of one of the goon's cars. With one of the wheels lowered, the car couldn't function properly and had bean to spin out of control. the car had narrowly missed the second goons car and had crashed into a nearby glass window emporium, not only having to own up to millions of dollars, but possibly getting him an eternity's worth of bad luck in the process.

"Boom! One down, two to go." She smiled as she quickly reloaded her gun.

"Why am I even indulging this? I could have been back at the church by now, instead I'm the getaway driver for some random girl I just me.." Sleeves had trailed off as his gaze was instantly focused on the weird emerald earrings the girl was wearing.

"What the hell?" everything had begun to move slower as sleeves began to become mesmerized by the odd accessories.

As every sound began to fade, the earrings begun to slowly swing left to right light a pendulum. Soon sleeves could start hearing faint voices.

"Shit…what's going on….?

Sleeves continued to try to shake the odd feeling off, but it seemed to be pointless to do so.

"Just keep it straight attie and I'll send these guys to their grave." A girl's voice called out.

"What….?" before sleeves knew it, his surroundings had changed in an instant.

He didn't know where he was, but it was obvious he wasn't in Daten city anymore.

There were buildings almost everywhere you turned. There was hardly any sight of the slightest bit of vegetation in the mysterious city. The skyscrapers of homes and business buildings alike had pierced the clouds. If you tried to look up at the sky, it would look like the buildings were slowly closing in on you.

"What is this, where the hell am I?" Sleeves questioned as he quickly looked left to right. When he had looked down, he had noticed that he wasn't on the supped up bike he had got from a mechanic, but a regular black motor cycle. There seemed to be various smudges on the bike, but it was hard to tell since the smudges blended in with the vehicles color.

"Attie, I told you to keep it steady!" A voice commanded. By the sound of it the voice had belonged to the Girl Scout from earlier.

"Who the fuck is you to give order…?" Sleeves began to snap, but as he turned around it wasn't the Girl Scout who was on the back of the bike, but it looked like someone similar to her.

The only difference was that she was wearing a snake like mask that made her eyes look slit diamond shaped, almost like a real snakes eyes. She was wearing a purple camouflage jumpsuit that hugged her body, especially around the curves. The front of the jumpsuit was unzipped just enough to playfully show a bit of cleavage, revealing that there's a purple shaded top underneath. From the waist down to the left foot was the image of a snake's devouring hearts.

"Well someone's a bit testy today, save it for after were safe and sound." The mysterious girl smiled playfully as she shot another round at the remaining two cars that were chasing them.

"who the..SHIT!" Sleeves didn't have much time to think about the situation as a sharp turn had come up. It was a close call and the bike had got scratched on the nearby wall, but he was able to make the sharp turn.

"Ok, spill it, what the fuck is going on?!" Sleeves demanded. "What's going on? Where making a getaway from our latest heist idiot, now unless you want to be road pizza, stay focused and get us the fuck out of here!" The girl demanded as she continued to fire. Though all of them missed, failing to hit the intended target

"Easier said than done…" sleeves thought as he made another turn and headed towards a draw bridge. The water below the bridge seemed to be so crystal clear that you could see your own reflection in it.

But you wouldn't be able to see the moonlit sky, just the crowded buildings and a small glimpse of the moon. Though by the looks of it the draw bridge was slowly rising as a boat carrying the towns trash moved underneath it.

"Guess I'm jumping the bridge…" sleeves thought as he sped up. but while he was distracted, he didn't see the stray bullet fired from the head goon's golden gun coming at them. The bullet had just missed the mysterious 'Girl Scout' and grazed his arm, and it actually hurt.

"ACK! What the fuck?!" sleeve growled as he winced at the small wound. "Attie are you alright?!" The girl asked worried

"Why do you keep calling me Attie?" Sleeves growled annoyed.

"More importantly, why did that bullet hurt, I thought angels aren't supposed to be hurt by earthly weapons, I'm defiantly putting a complaint in the box to the head when this is over."

Sleeves had ignored the pain for the time being and had continued to charge for the bridge.

While they were heading up the slowly ascending bridge, the mysterious companion had managed to land a headshot on the second car, only leaving one left. But instead of reloading the gun with a normal 12 gauge, she had put special marked ammo inside the gun.

"Now for the cue de gra." The snake masked girl smirked as she had begun to took aim as the two had ascended into the air.

The last goon following them seemed to be determined as it followed the two up the bridge.

Though as soon as she got a clear shot at the under carriage of the head goon's car, she had took aim and fired. The bullet that was fired had caused the vehicle to explode as it hit an area near the gas tank, causing a chain reaction and making the vehicle explode. As they arrived on the other side of the bridge, sleeve could see the burning wreckage of the car fall onto the trash boat, which was unfortunate because there had seemed to be a lot of flammable stuff on that boat; this had caused another explosion, bigger than the previous one.

Though lit ablaze, the boat had still continued to move down the river.

"(Whistles) I heard about lighting em up, but damn that was ridiculous, sleeve smiled, impressed at the destruction. "You're easily impressed, that was kindergarten stuff compared to what we normally do." The girl smiled.

"What we normally do…?" Sleeve was a bit puzzled as he didn't remember blowing shit up and stealing valuables on a daily bases. But there other things to worry about. "Hey wait a minute, I'm not normally a theif! At least I don't think I am, and what exactly did you steal anyway?" sleeves questioned.

"Not even a good job? Man you're a hard man to please, but that only makes things more fun~" The girl winked as she took out what looked like a jade monkey statue.

The statue looked like a toy monkey with little cymbals except covered in jade. What was really peculiar was that inside the eyes of the jade monkey, it looked like two jewels belonged in there. There was only one jewel in the left eye; it seemed to be a brilliant azure sapphire gem.

"Those goons lifted this thing off us while we weren't looking, luckily we managed to get it back." the girl explained as she held out the artifact.

"Not a very pretty looking piece of work is it?" sleeves asked, slightly disturbed by the statue's annoying grin.

"It may not be pretty, but this is worth a fortune so I'm not complaining. Oh the things I'm going to buy when I pawn this thing off." The mysterious girl gushed as she listed numerous things she could buy after selling the statue.

But sleeve couldn't hear her go on even if he wanted to; he had become mesmerized by the sapphire eye of the monkey statue. When he stared to close into the eye, a mysterious light had shined off the eye gem, blinding sleeve temporarily.

"Gah! Freakin bright…" Sleeve groaned as he shielded his eyes.

It took a while before he was able to see again. As he was getting his vision back, he could hear the voice of the Girl Scout's voice again.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, are you even listening to me?" The voice questioned.

When sleeve's vision finally came back, he seemed to be back in Daten city. It seemed like he was in some kind of alleyway. There were slight tears and numerous bullet holes on his shirt and jacket.

"What the…. What…just happened….?" Sleeve was dumbfounded about what just happened. Was he having a flashback just now? Or was it just an illusion, and exactly why did it start when he stared into the girl's earrings.

"Don't you remember? We just outran a couple of goons trying to shoot us down, though I was surprised that you didn't even flinch when you were getting shot, are you some kind of god or something?" The Girl Scout gushed.

But sleeve ignored her question to check his shoulder. There was indeed a rip only a bullet could make, but there was no kind of wound on his flesh, so what exactly was he feeling when a bullet grazed him?

He decided to dismiss the subject for now an turned his attention to the girl.

"what kind of girl scout uses fire arms?" He asked simply.

"Well people in this city aren't too keen about paying for their cookies, so at times you need a little extra incentive to make a sale or two." She smiled.

"Speaking of which, can I interest you in a box now?" the Girl Scout had pulled out a red and blue box of cookies. Sleeve fell over himself after hearing the girl's offer.

"Seriously, after everything that just happened you're still asking me to buy a box of cookies?" Sleeve sighed.

"Depends, do you think you could survive a bout ten dozen more bullets to the arm then just a couple." The Girl Scout replied smugly. If this was any normal situation with some goon, sleeve would have no problem turning the tables, since bullets aren't supposed to affect angels.

But the girl standing in front of him wasn't ordinary. He didn't know why, but something about her struck him as suspicious, and after what just happened, he figured it was best that he not tempt her to pull any tricks on him. so with a low head, he sighed in defeat as he took out his wallet.

"Give me two boxes of sugar cookies…"

Later that evening, with the whole city searched and coming up with nothing, the three angels decided to head back to the church empty handed…

"WHAT! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT YOU FAILED? WHAT KIND OF POOR EXCUSES FOR ANGELS ARE YOU?!" Garter steamed as he continued to lecture the three. But the anarchy sisters didn't really care and was talking about a matter unrelated to the situation.

Sleeve only faded in an out between shouts as he was still thinking about what happened to day.

"That girl… who is she….?" sleeve thought as he remembered back to the small street chase.

"why the hell am I even indulging this, I could have been back at the church by now, instead I'm playing getaway driver for some girl I just me…huh?"

"When I was blinded by that expensive looking jewelry, I was somewhere different from daten city, not only that, but I could actually get hurt from one of those bullets. Then after the shit died down, one look into that weird blue gem and I'm back in daten city. Is she some kind of demon? No that can't be it, she was packing heat, but it wasn't close enough to be demonic…

Still…,

"GAH!, What the hell?! "

"Attie! Are you alright?!"

But I'm an angel right? Earthly weapons aren't supposed to hurt….

"So just what was that?, How was I in one city and in the next, and why the fuck does she keep calling me attie?"

"(Sighs), man.. This just means I got more junk to deal with…" sleeve had let out a heavy sigh as he began to open one of the boxes of cookies that he bought from the Girl Scout. But before he could even take one bit of the first cookie, stocking had caught the sugary scent.

"YOU! she spoke up as she pointed to the box sleeve was currently holding.

"Where did you get that?" She questioned as her whole arm began to tremble.

"What these? There just sugar cookies got from a girl scout earlier." Sleeve explained as he tried to take a bite out of one of the cookies. But again he was stopped.

"LIAR!" stocking's voiced boomed making sleeve a bit unbalanced for a second.

"Those aren't cheap sugar cookies; those are the fabled Madam fosters double dipped chocolate chip cookies.

"Madam who….?" Sleeve questioned as he finally took the time to inspect the box.

Sure enough it was not sugar cookies he had, but a red and blue box with a monogramed black doily with the letter F on it. On the front of the box was a short and stout old lady that seemed to have lived far longer than any angel or demon could.

She had the classic grey hair with most of it tied up into a bun. She had large black circular glasses and was wearing a green sweater vest with a pale tan top with a purple skirt.

Behind her was a single cookie and on that cookie an oddly built foster home. There were too many odd ins and outs to entirely describe the building, but it looked like ordinary people wouldn't usually live there.

"Those cookies are the hardest to find, you can never have just one, when you eat those cookies in just the right weather it's said to send of jolt of joy and euphoria to every single point of the body." Stocking gushed as she was practically close to creaming from just thinking about the cookies.

Though sleeve, chuck and garter all just sweat dropped as they continued to watch the gothic anarchy sister twist and turn in imaginary pleasure.

"I'm guessing … she really enjoys sweets…." Sleeve chuckled nervously.

"That's putting it mildly, the bitch even has an orgasm if she eats something sweet enough, isn't that right stocking?" Panty asked her sister.

But she was already too lost in her sugary perverted thoughts to hear anyone or anything except herself. Though seeing her like this gave the new angel a somewhat devious idea.

"So… all of that doom gloom and badass goes away when you flash something sweet her way huh? That's going to be very useful later on…." Sleeves smirked as he put the cookie back inside the box.

"Eh, this much sugar will rot my teeth out, you take em.." Sleeve said as he tossed the box of cookies to stocking who quickly caught the box. Stocking practically beamed as she could fell her self-moments away from tearing the box to shreds.

"Hey, you go out and buy her a gift but not me?" Panty pouted

"Sorry, the Girl scout was fresh out of men, can't help ya." Sleeve shrugged.

"OHHHHHH!" Stocking screamed suddenly drawing their attention back to her. Though she wasn't in danger, she was just… really enjoying her cookies…

"OH Madam foster, please more..!" Stocking begged as her legs were clenched, her toes were curled and she was shivering all over.

Sleeve didn't know what to say about this sight. All he could do was stare with a surprised expression, except for chuck who was staring with his jaw on the floor, looking ready to come off.

Stocking didn't seem to care who looked as she was too far gone at the moment. As all they could do was watch, thoughts had started to enter sleeve's head. He had decided to quickly change the subject before things escalated.

"Uh so.. When's dinner?" Sleeve quickly asked turning away

Garterbelt only sighed in annoyance as he didn't have the energy to continue yelling.

"Let's just fucking eat…"

A half hour later, everyone was stuffed with whatever garter had prepared. The lingering smell of food was still in the air, floating above the plates.

"(BURP!) Shit was that good… "Panty sighed

"Your Curry is unreal garter…" Stocking added

"Damn it feels like a century since I've ha quality food." Sleeve chimed in

"Ha ha, that's because its black baby, you won't ever go back."

"So what's for desert? I hope it's chocolate!, for no reason in particular." Stocking asked.

"Well I don't give a shit, so I'm goanna go take one, I'll be in the can if you need me." Panty said as she got up from her seat and headed into a bathroom in an upstairs attic.

"SO there's seriously no desert?" Stocking asked again.

"Do you know how long it to get that curry just right? I had no time to make desert." Garter replied simply as he sucked off his fingers.

"Ugh.. Fine, I guess I'll just have to settle this." Stocking said as she took out a layered cake under a glass. Though it was hard to tell from a distance, the cake had seemed to be moving…

Though stocking didn't seem to notice it and hurriedly began to cut a slice off the layered cake. It seemed to have strawberry frosting. But it was hard to tell what flavor it was as the sides of the slice of cake were faded out.

"Where does she even get her sweets from?"

"I've found easier on the mind not to question that kind of shit…" garter replied.

Sleeve shrugged and began to lie back in his seat. But as soon as he looked stockings way again, the cake was defiantly moving.

But stocking couldn't see the moving pastry as she already had her eyes closed as she brought the piece of cake closer to her mouth.

"DON'T EAT THAT!" Sleeve shouted as he quickly summoned his left chakram and tossed it, knocking the spoon out of her hand and into the nearby wall.

"Greenhorn, can I ask you something?" Stocking asked, her eyes now hidden behind her streaked hair.

"Do you have a death wish?" She questioned with a hint of anger in her voice.

"What?" Sleeve asked confused.

"When you try to separate a woman from her sweets, it's like your digging your own grave!" She shouted as she had transformed her stocking into a katana in a blink of an eye. She was in front of sleeve in a matter of seconds.

'SHIT!" sleeve shouted as he quickly ducked, narrowly dodging a swipe from her sword.

"So fast….., guess that's why garter said not to piss em of.." sleeve mumbled.

But he had little time to gather his thoughts as the gothic angel was already coming down on him, prepared to impale him with her blade.

Sleeve had quickly rolled out of the way and used a chair as a makeshift shield. Of course it wouldn't last long, but it was good enough so he could get his point across.

"Will you calm the fuck down?, just look at the thing you were about to eat!" sleeve shouted as he used one of his free hands to point towards the cake in the corner.

When stocking turned around, she saw that the cake had completely lost the illusion of sugary frosting. It's frosting and overall flavor turning a corrosive black and red. A single eye had appeared in front of the top layer of the cake and it sprouted 8 legs.

A large wide evil grin spread across the bottom layer with what seemed to be sugary drool dripping from its mouth

Though all the demonic ghost cake could say was…

"EAT ME!" it continued to shout as it had headed for stocking. But she just stood still as she stood firm in the ghost cakes path.

"Eat ME!" the cake yelled again as it jumped into the air aiming for the sister's mouth. But it was only met with a katana that went straight through its mouth and came out the back of the bottom layer.

The demonic cake had quickly exploded with only a few last words to say.

"What a sour puss…" it mumbled before it exploded into pieces, littering across garter's once clean dining table.

"A ghost in the form of a cake, now don't that beat all?" Garter replied as he took a sip of his drink.

"Maybe it's related to the rumors of mass murders during the weddings?" Sleeves added.

"Whoever this bitch or bastard is, there as good as fucked now, no one messes with my deserts…." Stocking growled as she left the room.

"I'm heading back to my room, NO One disturb me…" Stocking stated as she left the room, leaving the air inside a bit thin.

Sleeves had begun to pick himself up, but he winced in pain a little as he grabbed his right leg. As he looked down, there was a faint cut near his knee.

"What the hell, I didn't even see her touch me…," sleeve was a bit surprised, seeing that the gothic brat had made a flesh wound on his person without him even seeing it coming.

"Damn…" was all the words sleeve could utter as he forced himself to stand up.

As he walked into the nearby hallway, the doorbell had begun ringing.

"When he opened the door, a mailman had quickly poked his head inside and looked left to right, as if he was searching for something. Or more likely someone.

"What is it?"

"Uh I got some mail here, also is panty here?" He quickly asked as he continued to look left to right in the doorway.

"You're going to have to come back later, she's in the can right now. "

"Oh… rats, I knew I should've come at 11:30 like she asked," the mailman sighed disappointed.

"I'm not even going to ask."

"Anyway I was told to deliver these invitations to this address, make sure the angels get them, and tell panty I'm sorry I was late." The mailman waved goodbye as he quickly got on his moped and left the church.

Sleeve had taken the invitations into the living room near the television.

"Yo, we got some mail in here!" but he didn't get a response. Either they were just ignoring him or they were busy in their own affairs. All except for garter who had seemed to have just finished cleaning the dishes

"Who's got mail again?" Garter asked as he walked in the room.

"Don't know, it's some invitations from one of panty's booty calls I assume." Sleeve had taken the envelope with his name on it and began to open it.

As he had opened the envelope, the inside was laced with small streamers and roses monogramed around the text of the letter. At the bottom of the note was the gold Daten city seal of approval.

"Dear Sleeve atoms, we hereby cordially invite you to the party celebrating the unification of Mr. and Mrs. tycoon, please take the time to enjoy the food and the festivities as the main event of the marriage between these two souls take place today, we do so hope you attend, we want as many people as possible to share this beautiful event. The tome of the party goes from 11:30pm to 4:00pm.

Please try to find time in your schedule to make this party.

Sincerely, Mrs. tycoon

"This is bad, Mr and mrs. Tycoon have to be two of the richest people in Daten city, and what's even worse the grand chapel is the largest building in the city next to another one, these two are making themselves a large target, I have no doubt the ghost will try to strike there next, You must go to this party and exterminate the evil spirit's within!"

"What about Panty and stocking, shouldn't we tell them?"

Garter had turned and began stroking his beard again as a look of frustration grew on his face.

"Well we could, but I'd wager their too deep in their own affairs to give a fuck right now, panty is still…." Garter had trailed off as sounds of anguish and other sounds could be heard coming from upstairs.

"AAUGHH! Dam it Garter What Did You Put in the fUCKING Curry?!" panty cried as the sounds coming from the bathroom was enough to cause a slight tremor.

"

I put something a little extra in her curry, so she'll be on that stool for a while. And even if she ever gets up, she'll probably hop on something before worrying about anything else.

"I see… then what about stocking?"

"She's busy doing…, 'something else.' Garter hesitated as he turned away, already having a faint inkling of what was going on in the other angel's room.

Inside stockings room… the lights were on, but they were dimmed down. The curtains were closed, and stocking was wearing a purple strapless bra with a pair of panties with the same color. She was still wearing her signature article of clothing.

A radio was turned on to play an ominous type of music I dare not describe.

On the other side of her bed was the opened box of madam fosters double dipped chocolate chip cookies along with milk inside a glass with a see through suggestive image.

"I've been waiting such a long time for this; please don't make me wait any longer…" Stocking moaned as she carefully removed a single cookie from its box.

"Your body is so beautiful; I'm going to enjoy taking a bite at every single part., but where to start?" She questioned playfully as she started to playfully lick around one of the many chocolate chips on the cookie. Thought the playful licking seemed to be all it took to make the single chocolate chip start to melt.

"Oh? It seems like you're a bit sensitive here, let's expose this area a bit more~"

Stocking cooed as she licked around the single chocolate chip before biting it and slowly pulled it off from the cookie with her teeth. The chocolate chip slowly stretched from the cookie, taking a while before it slowly snapped and the chip became a bit stuck in the gothic angel's teeth.

As she had licked the sustenance from her mouth, she had let out a small sigh before dipping it into the milk.

"I'm about to move a bit lower now…" She whispered as she began to slowly lick the cookie from top to bottom, catching some of the milk that dripped off the chocolate chips of the cookie. As the cookie seemed like it was close to snapping, stocking had begun reaching for something.

"I don't think any of them are coming out anytime soon…" Garter sighed.

"Well, I guess I'll just go on ahead without them, though it's probably better if they didn't come, I'll already have exterminated the thing before they even get there." Sleeve smirked as he rose from his seat.

"I'm glad you're more willing to immediately get on the job, but don't forget that your still a rookie yourself, if you bite off more than you can chew, I'm not coming to save your ass." Garter stated.

"Whatever." Sleeve shrugged as he returned to his room.

"I have a little time before the party starts, so I should probably find a suit to wear." Sleeve had walked near a wall in the guest room and had proceeded to kick the floor once.

Once he did, the single square foot of floor had revealed a hidden hole underneath.

Among some of the stuff in the small hole were about 150 dollar bills in a single stack and the secret document he retrieved from the school just before it started turning into London Bridge.

"Now let's see if there's anything in here that can help." Sleeve had begun flipping through the pages in the file, hoping to find something useful about the previous ghost he was hunting. Unfortunately there didn't seem to be anything in the folder that described the situation or the ghost/ghosts he was hunting.

"Shit… nothing, I hope this file becomes useful for something then just laughs and nosebleeds…" Sleeve sighed as he tossed the folder back in the secret compartment.

"Oh well, better get going." sleeve had pocketed the money wad in his jacket pocket and headed outside.

(Later that night, most of Daten city's population were standing outside a large stately building that seemed to have 5 different exits. The color of the building was a mixture of platinum and black with gargoyles perched on different balconies.

From the top of the building, red banners were hanging from the edge of the roof top. Each banner showing an image of Mr. and Mrs. Tycoon

The windows were large enough to bring a piano through and were made of Plexiglas. The front door was fashioned to look like the gate that would usually lead into a country.

Standing at the gate was an usher. He was there to make sure people on the list got in, but if the person trying to get in didn't look, sound, or smell cool enough, he wouldn't let them pass.

Though despite the rather critical guard at standpoint, everybody managed to get in… well mostly everyone, those were those special few who reeked of unholy smells and had a fairly rotten personality to match Sleeve was already in line and was wearing a white tuxedo with short coat tails. He wore a vest with a darker shade of white with a black dress shirt underneath. He wore matching dress pants with blue stripes going down the sides and white platform shoes.

"Man, talk about a long line, a whole hour waiting to get in to this stupid party," Sleeve groaned as he looked ahead.

The line had finally started to thin out after a while. Though it had seemed like someone was causing trouble at the front of the line, and by the looks of it, it seemed like it was a regular geek trying to sneak in. he was wearing poorly fashioned clothes made to look like cloud from final fantasy.

But there was just so many things wrong with the geek's costume it was more of a challenge not to point out something wrong. What was worse he had a faint orange cloud that followed him. If you stood too close, you'd smell musk and cheese dust.

"I-I'm telling you I got an invitation, come on let me in." The nerd begged as he tried to push his way past the guard.

"Forget it! You're not on the list, so no access and even if you were on the list, there's no way in hell you'd get in dress like that, so beat it!" the guard had kicked the geek once getting him off the ground, then he had kicked the geek again sending him flying and crashing into his own vehicle, Though from the looks of it the vehicle wasn't a pretty sight to begin with in the first place.

"Yeesh, strict dress code policy "sleeve winced as he walked forward.

Finally he was the next to go through. He had first walked in front of the first guard.

"Name?" the guard questioned.

"Sleeve atoms"

The guard had checked the list to see if he was on the list. Sure enough, he was one if the guests on the list.

"Yep, alright go on through." The usher said as he let sleeve into the building.

The inside of the grand chapel was just as amazing on the inside as it was out.

The inside of the building looked as if it could hold an entire major league football game inside.

There were tables lined with expensive looking dishes and pastries alike.

There were two fountains, one of which being the Cerberus like fountain showed earlier, the second fountain fashioned to look like an angel, praying with its wings folded as what seemed to be men surrounding her and trying to pull her down.

At the very top of the chapel was a large skylight with a silver chandelier hanging down from the ceiling.

There were also other chandeliers around the room, but smaller and less extravagant then the one that radiated in the center.

"(Whistles) this place is huge, I hope I don't need a map just to remember where I am." Sleeve had walked around the large ballroom like floor for a minute or two until he finally came across the Cerberus fountain that was serving booze, jinn, and alcohol.

"Man, it's been feels like forever since I had a drink…." Sleeve sighed happily as he took a nearby glass and poured himself some alcohol.

"Down the hatch!" Sleeve cheered as he took a large gulp of the drink.

But as soon as the alcohol entered his throat, it had begun to stink severely, forcing him to quickly spit up the drink.

"SHIT! What kind of bile is this?" sleeves winced as he rubbed his neck that was now sore. "Man that did not taste pleasant, maybe the other drinks will taste better?" sleeve had tried the other alcoholic drinks, but he only got the same result, it left his throat in searing pain every time he tried to ingest an alcoholic drink.

"Dam it; is this with all these drinks? Why isn't everybody else spitting this trash out?" sleeve questioned as he turned around to see everyone else drinking the beverages pouring from the fountains with no problem.

"That can't be, either someone made this stuff to make me blow chunks on purpose or… wait… could it be….?" Sleeve questioned as he flashbacked to before he became an angel.

? : Now that the seal has already been placed, I should probably tell you that you'll be…'restricted' from some privileges…." The white entity explained.

"Restricted? Just what exactly does that mean?' sleeve questioned as he folded his arms.

? : As you probably already have guessed, many people die for various reasons. Drugs, sex, alcohol, mass genocide, the list goes on.

"What's your point?"

? : My point is that most of these things are why people are stuck in hell in the first place. And to serve as a precaution to keep you from going there, that seal holding back your sinful intent will burn you when you try to partake in these vulgar activities…, of course, this all goes down the drain if an angel breaks this seal, but I'm sure you won't have to worry about that for a long time." the entity explained.

"Damn it, that must be it, as long as I got this stupid mark I can't do anything fun… that's just perfect." Sleeve growled as he decided to find something to eat.

As he went further into the large building, he could see a grand stage at the end of the room. It was obvious that it was being set up for the wedding.

"This must be where the vows and promises will be exchanged…." Sleeves said as he gazed at the large stage. It seemed to be over decorated.

"Admiring the beautiful piece of work I see." An old man spoke wearing a purple suit with a green tie had appeared.

"I suppose you could say that." Sleeve replied

"You know I use to build these stages all the time for contest goers, they used it to show the beauty of the odd animal companions they traveled with. Though I wish the stage I built this time was made for a happier occasion.

"Happier occasion? I thought weddings were supposed to be filled with happiness and all the sappy shit." Sleeve asked.

"That may be true for some cases, but i was demanded to build multiple stages for these grand weddings for some time now, and what's worse now my son is marrying his secretary, and the two don't even plan on sharing vows with each other." The old man seethed as he couldn't help but clench his false teeth in anger.

"They… don't plan on sharing vows…?" Sleeve asked a tad surprised.

The man had shaken his head in disappointment.

"Indeed they don't, I believe there just going through this marriage as a way to increase their business image, and the sad part is there not the only ones who tossed away the tradition of sharing vows either, have you heard that there have been multiple weddings occurring recently?" the old man asked .

"Yeah, what's your point?"

"At each of those respective weddings, the bride and groom ignored the tradition of sharing their vows and promises to each other, thinking that wasting time on empty words would only slow them down. I can only imagine that they didn't receive too many blessings." The old man sighed.

"When exactly did this whole thing start?"

"Hmm, well I suppose if there was a starting point for this atrocity, it would have had to start at the time another bride and groom left the world of the living.

"It seemed like it was a normal wedding, friends and family there to greet the lovely couple, but this couple were getting married for all the wrong reasons."

"Sex, money, fame, even fire arms, it seemed as though the couple could very well feign the presence of love and happiness, they didn't know what the sense of the word was, and at their wedding they did the despicable and refused to give any sort of vow and skip straight to the lip locking."

"though it was exactly around this time is when the not so lovely bride and groom was shot in the back of the head, they lied there dead as a stick with the only evidence being mysterious bullets with a black and yellow color scheme, the Daten city police force tried to remove the item, but touching the bullets burned their hand on contact, how the bullet was removed I'm not entirely sure."

"Black and yellow color schemed bullets….?" sleeve mumbled

"Anyway, ever since then mock weddings like that one have been popping up all over this city, I still can't believe that my own son would do such a thing.., i still love him, I have to, but that wench will not receive any blessings from this man." He sighed with disappointment.

"I'm sorry lad, I must be keeping you, tell me, do you have a special girl then you plan to marry one day?" the man smiled.

"….Not... that I know of no…" Sleeve hesitantly answered.

"hmm, that's a shame, if you ever do happen to find that one, be sure you vow to be with that woman always.."

"Uh… yeah…sure…."

With that, the old man had left, leaving sleeve something to think about.

"Empty vows huh…? That sounds familiar somehow…." Sleeve sighed as he stood in that one spot thinking for a while.

"Oh well, it's not for me to worry about, right now I better try to ask Mr. and Mrs. Tycoon a few questions." Sleeve had begun walking around the large estate trying to find the couple that was destined to be wed.

It didn't take long before he saw the two chatting up some of the guests that arrived already. It looked normal at first, but as sleeve saw the pastries near the couple and a few bystanders, some of them looked exactly like the cakes that turned into a moving ghost. And by the looks of it most of the pastries under the glass were squirming, anxious to get out.

"This whole party, it is all a set-up..." sleeve had hurriedly moved through the small crowd and tried to get Mr. and Mrs. Tycoon's attention.

"Mr. and Mrs. Tycoon, you have to listen to me, you're in terrible danger!" He tried to warn. But before he could advance any further, a whole group of men in matching tuxes had formed a straight line, making a wall blocking sleeve from going any further.

"What the.. What's the big idea?!" Sleeve shouted as he pushed one of the men out of the way. But as soon as one of them was pushed aside, another tuxedo man would immediately take its place.

"What the fuck?!"

As sleeve had peered from behind one of them, he saw that another row of tuxedo man were standing on the opposite side, all except for one who was standing by the front door.

"Everyone, our guests of honor has arrived, please welcome Panty and stocking!" the men cheered as stocking had kicked the door open

Stocking was wearing another style of gothic wear. From top to bottom she was dressed in a black dress with a shawl over her shoulders with the same color.

She wore long black gloves on her arms with two jewels on her index finger and her pinkie finger. Most of her hair was tied up into a sizeable bun that looked like a flavor of cotton candy and her bangs were slightly longer than usual as they reached down to her neck

Panty was wearing a white colored dress that looked to be made from goose feathers along with some kind of white fur around her neck. Everybody was nearly at their wits end when they saw the two enter the room.

"Hoya boys, sorry were late, but your two favorite angels are here now!" Panty smiled giving a peace sign while stocking only took out a caramel lollipop and began sucking as they walked down the red carpet. As they walked down the line, fans among fans had begun to pile around them.

And while they began to take in the parties flavors, it had become even harder for sleeve to get past and towards the bride and groom.

"Come on already.. Let me through!" Sleeve struggled as he tried to push a husky type fan out of the way. But to no avail.

"Hey, if you want to get an autograph from the beautiful protectors of our city then you'll have to wait in line like everyone else." The husky fan spat as he turned back around to see panty and stocking and resumed drooling.

"Tch… dam it…" Sleeve cursed as he was in a bind. He couldn't partake in alcohol, or have any fun, he couldn't confront the married couple yet because of two certain celebrities, all he could do now was sit on his ass and wait for an opening.

And so he did, as time went by, he quietly bided his time. Though he didn't go completely unnoticed, a few girls had sent a wink or two his way giving him the sign that they were interested. Unfortunately he had to turn them down.

Doing anything that might violate his seal will cause him to burn like hell, and he shivers at the thought of how bad it'd burn if he'd try to have 'fun' with the tattoo still on him.

The time had finally chipped away to 2:00pm and the party was still pretty lively. Though the crowded line had cleared somewhat and most of the guests were on the dance floor.

Stocking was still stuffing her face with assorted sweets which may or may not have been poisoned. Though the taste of the sweets she was consuming were somewhat disappointing.

(JTH: Hey, I didn't say all the food at the party were ghosts..)

"Ugh… they call this junk sweet, I can't even get a sugar rush from this shit!" stocking shouted as she flipped the table knocking all of the sweets over. But that table was quickly replaced with another table with the same kind of sweets she just tossed away, making her pout.

Meanwhile panty and another gentleman were just leaving out of a closet room. The elder gentleman looking like his world got rocked while panty had a look of dissatisfaction, again.

"Wow… that was, amazing…" The gentleman sighed as he couldn't even move his own legs right after the experience he just had.

"Yeah whatever…" Panty sighed not really caring while she marked off the number 30 on some kind of list. As she was still looking for what could be considered good game to her, she had noticed her sister was in a foul mood.

"hey stocking, what's got you all steamed?"

"It's these freaking turds on a platter their trying to pass off as baked goods, these things don't even taste like they have any sugar in them at all!" Stocking shouted as she tossed a plate of the pastry at a nearby wall.

"Well if it's any consolation the men here aren't first prize either, can't even go a fucking two minutes… I thought this was going to be fun, but so far this has been a letdown." Panty groaned.

Before stocking tried to force down another fake of a cake, she had noticed their new partner trying to make his way through the dance floor.

"Hey, isn't that greenhorn over there?" Stocking asked

Sleeve was standing on With a good narrow path leading from the dance floor to Mr. and Mrs. Tycoon sitting in decorated chairs.

"Finally…, now to solve this ghost problem so I can go h-AIYAAAHHH!" Sleeve yelped as he quickly jumped at the feel of someone pinching his backside.

"W-who did that?!" sleeve questioned with his face a bit red. As he turned around he saw that it was just panty.

"Just making sure there's something to grab onto~" panty smiled playfully.

"Oh, I probably should have guessed it was you, I see your sister is here too." Sleeve said looking towards stocking who just walked up.

"Sorry but if you have any complaints you want to shoot me with it'll have to wait, I'm in the middle of something…" Sleeve said as he tried to continue walking. But he was stopped yet again.

"Hold it…" Stocking commanded.

"What is it now…?" Sleeve groaned. "No need to get an attitude, I was just curious about something…." Stocking said as she began to move closer to sleeve.

"Curious about what exactly?" sleeve questioned. Stocking had begun to stare at sleeve as if she was expecting him to falter and bend on his knees, willing to bend to her will Just as most of the common men folk did.

Brief didn't really like stocking that much either though, but getting a stare like that from stocking made him uneasy.

"Is this going anywhere or what?" sleeve asked already bored, his expression not changing from before.

"There it is, right there." Stocking stated simply.

"What?"

"Resistance" Stocking spoke bluntly.

'I don't follow…" Sleeve replied.

"I'll cut to the chase, I'm sure you've seen some of our fans that bend to our every beck and call?"

"It's kind of hard not to…" sleeve replied.

"While it is fun having faithful and loyal servants, it sometimes gets awfully dull when they do everything there told, leaves you wanting a taste of something else now and then, but a dog who barks and bites is a refreshing change from the dull routine, a puppy dog who'll roll over, lick your paw, or even cut itself just because you say so is entertaining at first, but if it keeps following orders every time without a second thought, it gets repetitive, boring, and not as fun anymore. Whereas it's far more entertaining to see it rebel and even bite the hand that commands it, seeing that same puppy rebel again and again only makes it that much more fun to turn it into a slave…" Stocking smiled.

Sleeve couldn't help but feel a bit disturbed hearing stocking talk.

"Your point?" Sleeve asked

"Your just like that puppy, no matter how many times a hand may try to force you, it seems like you'd keep rebelling, that's why I'm a little excited to see how long your able to resist.

Sleeve couldn't help but feel a bit disturbed

"I can't say I agree with most of the shit she said just now , but I do agree that it gets a little boring after a while if you don't mix it up sometimes."

" I find that Hard to believe with all the fun you have up to 5 am in the morning." Sleeve replied.

"If you wanted to join you can just ask, besides, you'll need to learn how to play the part." Panty smiled seductively.

Sleeve couldn't help but cough a bit as he wasn't getting enough air to his lungs.

"A-anyway if you're looking for a pet then put chuck on a leash, cause I sure as hell don't need one." Sleeve said as he began to leave. But he had stopped as it looked like the grand wedding was about to take place. It had looked like Mr. Tycoon was about to speak.

Mr. Tycoon had typed the microphone twice before speaking into it.

"Ladies and gentleman, I'm so glad you were all able to make it to this fine event today." Mr. Tycoon smiled as Mrs. Tycoon wrapped her arms around him.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the unification of not only me and Mrs. Tycoon, but everyone that has appeared to witness this special event,"

"As always your always right dear, Mrs. Tycoon smiled as she turned to the audience. Everyone that is here at this ceremony will be remembered in our hearts forever, so, before the grand I do, let us immortalize this single moment in history forever." Mrs. Tycoon laughed as her voice had soon started to become distorted. The whole room had started to become darker as the exits to the grand chapel were being slammed shut by a mysterious force.

"Hey, who turned out all the lights? Asked a common party goer.

"I always love it when you get like this" Mr. Tycoon smiled as he and his wife embraced each other. "Let's all remember this moment, in an never ending ETERNITY!

Mr. Tycoon laughed as he and Mrs. Tycoon began to go through some sort of transformation. Their skin had switched from their normal color to a black and red magma like color. M. tycoon's shoulders had stretched out and expanded at least 2 times their previous length. His body had stretched out and his hands had turned into claws that pointed downwards. His feet had transformed into pointy stubs that he was somehow still able to walk on.

His normal human like eyes were replaced with ones that looked of insanity.

Mrs. Tycoon had gone through a similar transformation as her arms extended by a ridiculous amount. The roses on her dress had slowly begun to peel off and float around her. Her once woman like hands now turned into razor claws. She seemed to be carrying multiple bouquets on her back, but all of them seemed to have what seemed like sticks of dynamite sticking out.

"The only way we'll all be able to remember this special event forever is if we all roam forever in eternity, becoming ghosts is just a simple step towards that eternity, so please hold still and let us release you to paradise!" the ghost bride cackled as the first person she went for was a portly old man who seemed to have trouble just getting off the ground.

By the way things were going, ti seemed like he'd be an easy first meal. But just before Mrs. Tycoon could slash the old man's ass in half, she was stopped by a shiny white chakram. The attack had distracted her long enough for the portly man to escape.

"GAH, Who dares deny someone of paradise?" Mrs. Tycoon hissed

"So you two were the ghosts all along…." Sleeve spoke as he retrieved his chakram. "I take it you two were the ones that tried to get hitch without going through procedure?"

"Yeah so what of it, why make promises that you know you won't keep, it's complete bullshit to waste time with something as silly as vows, it's much more entertaining to get to the main event as soon as possible, but just because we wanted to do that, some punk goes off and kills us, but were going to make sure everyone see's things our way, after they all become ghosts." Mr. tycoon laughed.

"I don't thing forcing your ideals on someone is allowed, whatever the reason, you two are going to pay for what you've done." Sleeve had pointed his right chakram at the ghostly duo as he was ready to take them on."

There were a few murmurs from the crowd. Trying to figure out what was going on.

"Look at those weapons, is he an angel?"

"No those things are completely fake, he's got to be some fan."

"

But before anything started, panty and stocking had walked forward.

"Ok greenhorn, you can put those things away, we can take it from here." Panty smiled as she and her sister stood in front of him.

"what the hell is that supposed to mean?" sleeve scowled a bit insulted

But they ignored his question and looked towards the ghost.

"I should have known that there was a ghost behind this." Stocking had shot a death glare at both ghosts making them jump.

"What you call sweets are a disgrace to the name, I'll take great pleasure in killing you."

"And just who do you little poppets think you are?" Mrs. Tycoon growled

But her question was soon answered by one of the party goers.

"It's panty and stocking! There here to save us!" The man cheered.

"Their clothing when they transform is just divine, I get Goosebumps just thinking about it." A fashion lady swooned.

"I wonder if they're going to do that to destroy these freaks, I better get my camera ready." Said an over excited pervert.

"Transform? What are they talking about?" sleeve questioned not knowing what there were chattering about.

But before he knew it, the entire room somehow changed. He was in a room with multiple lights spinning around.. There must have been a disco ball somewhere.

But his attention was drawn to the center stage where panty and stocking stood,, oddly enough with poles near them.

Panty wore a white top with a large frilly skirt and had several hearts adorning her body. She had small white bird-like wings and heels with brown straps that went up to her ankels.

Stocking had worn a similar outfit to her sisters with both of them now having halos over their heads.

"Wait… wait what's going here…?" sleeve asked not quite sure what was going on.

But soon his eyes widen to the size of dinner plates as he started seeing the angels performing a pole dance.

(Cue: Fly away theme)

The angels had begun performing a light strip tease as they moved down to their signature articles of clothing.

Oh pitiful shadows lost in the darkness,

Those who are caught in the crossroads between heaven and earth,

May the power of the fabric of this pure white maiden grant you mercy and send you back to the place from whence you came!

REPENT MOTHER FUCKER!

As their articles of clothing now in hand, they shined with a radiant light as they transformed into their weapons.

The crowd was in an uproar as they got to see that moment up close.

"Angels?!, they've come to ruin our grand wedding." Mrs. Tycoon snarled

"Don't worry love, there's no way these little bitches can stop us now, the numbers are on our side." Mr. Tycoon laughed.

"I think you need to have your eyes checked buddy, there's only two of you here." Stocking commented

"Oh is there?" he asked holding back a laugh.

About half of the guests that arrived at the area were chuckling or giggling for some odd reason.

"Um, did I miss a joke or something…?" Sleeve asked as he turned looking at the ominous guests.

Soon there skin had become magma colored just like Mr. and Mrs. Tycoon. Not only that, but about half of the pastries had begun to move as well, breaking out of the glasses they were under and soon surrounding the three.

"Just how long do you think we've been doing this, we've already convinced a lot of people to turn to our side of thinking, and soon you won't be any different." Mrs. Tycoon giggled as the guests who weren't ghosts in disguise had begun moving to one side of the room.

"Crap.. I really hope I didn't end up fucking a ghost…" Panty groaned with disgust.

"Is that seriously all your worried about?" stocking sighed as she looked back towards sleeve.

"Well greenhorn, you think you can handle this?"

"Whatever, I'll cater to the guests you two can deal with the happy couple." Sleeve said keeping his face forward. Hiding that there was still blood running down his nose

One of the ghost had lunged himself at sleeves, but he had quickly kicked it away, knocking it into the radio and starting the music.

(Bad touch by bloodhound gang)

Sweat, baby, sweat, baby, sex is a texas drought me and you do the kind of stuff that only the prince would sing about."

Sleeves had summoned his chakrams as he got into a battle stance. After avoiding a punch from an airborne pastry ghost, he had blocked one punch and had thrown his right chakram destroying three of them in a row. He had jumped off the face of another demon and got onto a table for higher ground.

"So put your hand down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts. Yes, I'm siskel, yes I'm Ebort and you're getting two thumbs up. "

Meanwhile, the anarchy and the ghostly couple were at each other's throats again. Mrs. Tycoon had tried cutting through stocking's blades with her claws, but all she did was make scratches on her sword. Only a few cuts got in making constant tears in their dresses as they tried to aim for each other's legs or torsos.

"You had enough of two hand touch, you want it rough, you're out of bounds,

Panty was ducking and jumping over and over to avoid Mr. tycoon's attacks, as she continued to dodge she tried firing at the ghost every chance she got, but the male ghost seemed to be quite slippery and hard to hit while moving.

I want you smothered; want you covered like my waffle house hash browns. "

Stockings and Mrs. Tycoon had matched their attacks blow for blow. The only strikes that got past either of their defenses only managed to rip through their clothing showing several parts of their skin. After watching this, dozens of camera clicks could be heard in the audience.

Panty and Mr. Tycoon were busy trying to strike each other while running only to hit everything else in the background instead. Mr. Tycoon had stopped at the buffet table and proceeded to distract the angel by tossing a piece of cake at her. She had fired off another round seconds later; Panty had ducked avoiding both the pastry and charged with her guns ablaze

"Come quicker than fed ex, never reaching apex like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined to make me rise an hour early just like daylight savings time. " (Do it now).

"You and me baby aren't nothin' but mammals so let's do it like they do on the discovery channel. "

(Do it again now.)

"You and me baby aren't nothin' but mammals so let's do it like they do on the discovery channel. "

(Getting' horny now)

During the solo, sleeves had cut through demon after demon whether he delivered the blow himself or had decapitated them by one of his thrown chakrams. Stockings had Mrs. Tycoon in a rather compromising position while she held her blue katana to the demon's neck. Mrs. Tycoon had raised her leg and kicked stockings square in the face allowing her to get a good cut in. However, the slash only stuck the torso revealing a bit of cleavage.

"Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket. "

Mrs. Tycoon had begun to toss multiple bouquets at stocking. At first it didn't seem like a threat and she slashed the flowers apart, but inside the bundle of flowers were hidden bombs. Not being able to dodge it in time, stocking had to take the brunt of the attack. The explosion had sent her flying into various deserts that weren't turned into ghosts, covering her torso, chest and legs in frosting.

"Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only god knows where he stuck it, hieroglyphics? Sleeve had snapped his fingers causing his chakram to detonate and decimating 10 more ghosts. Before a ghost lady could attack him from behind, he used his free charkam and stuck it in her chest before pulling it out just as fast.

"Let me be pacific, I want to be down in your south seas

But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small craft advisory".

As the fight continued, panty and sleeves were now back to back with each other. As panty had peered over her shoulder, she saw that there was a drastic decrease in demons since sleeves had begun his side of the fight.

"Say, you're pretty handy with those things" panty commented.

"Thanks. Got to say, I've only had about three days with these things, and already I'm kicking ass like there's no tomorrow!" Sleeves replied after sending another five demons back to the hell they came from with another toss of his chakram.

"Speaking of ass…" Panty giggled as she had grabbed sleeves' right butt cheek firmly causing him to jump away breaking her hold.

"Seriously?! This isn't really the time for that! Fumed the orange-head angel

"Says you, I'm ready to go anytime. She said with a wink. This had caused sleeves' face to turn as red as a fresh tomato.

"Can we safe this after we kill off these things?" Sleeve asked trying to change the subject.

"Suit yourself. But don't think this counts as repaying your debt to us either." Said panty as the tw

"So if I capsize in your thighs, high tide, B-5, you sunk my battle ship.

Please turn me on I'm Mr. Coffee with an automatic drip."

"Show me yours I'll show you mine "Tool Time". And you'll love it just like lyle.

And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch x-files.

With one toss of both of his chakrams, sleeves had eliminated the last of the horde of ghosts that were summoned by the ghostly duo and saving the party goers. After taking a short rest, sleeves had sought to help out the other angels.

You and me baby aren't nothin' but mammals so let's do it like they do on the discovery channel.

(Do it again now.)

"You and me baby aren't nothin' but mammals so let's do it like they do on the discovery channel."

(Gettin' horny now.)

The final solo verse had played when sleeves had jumped in. Mrs. Tycoon was ready to blow stocking up with another handful of floral explosives, but one of sleeve's chakrams had impaled the detonated bouquets and got them far from stocking before they all exploded at the same time.

While Mrs. Tycoon was still distracted, she didn't see stocking charging for her, allowing her to drive her blade deep down her throat. Shortly after that, the ghost was sliced up into pieces.

"You and me baby aren't nothin' but mammals so let's do it like they do on the discovery channel."

(Do it again now.)

"You and me baby aren't nothin' but mammals so let's do it like they do on the discovery channel."

(Getting' horny now)

While panty was still on the floor, Mr. Tycoon had leaped into the air and stuck his left claw forward, aiming to hit panty right in the chest.

But as he was coming down, he didn't realize he left a vital part open.

"Gotcha.." Panty smirked as she took aim and shot a single pistol right at the ghost's crotch.

"AAAAGH!, dam it… true love… will conquer all!" Mr. Tycoon shouted right before he exploded into pieces.

The angels were rewarded with 5 heavens for their troubles.

"5 heavens? Well at least it's an improvement from the chump change we've been getting." Panty shrugged as she put the coins away.

The crowd had begun going in an uproar again, cheering for the angels.

"See what I tell ya! I told you the angels would save the day!" the man cheered.

"Well it was really nothing but…" sleeve began as he scratched his head sheepishly.

"LET"S HEAR IT FOR PANTY AND STOCKING ANARCHY!" the man cheered along with the rest of the people who survived tonight, making sleeve fall over himself.

"Of course…." Sleeve sighed as he withdrew his weapons.

Even after what transpired, most people seemed eager to finish the party, with their favorite angels as the new centerpiece of the event of course. About 2 hours later, the area was a complete mess, trails of broken glass and left over ghost blobs were still being cleaned up.

"Man, you guys sure did a number on this place…" sleeve commented still looking over the wrecked dance floor.

"It's bound to happen when hunting these bastards, which reminds me, you did a pretty decent job handling those ghosts today, I suppose you may not be completely useless after all." Panty replied.

"Gee, thanks." Sleeve said sarcastically. "Anyway I've had my fill of fun for today so I'm going to turn in, you two do what you want." Sleeve waved as he began heading for the door.

"Aw what's wrong,