Happosai stared for a moment at the small boulder before him. Small brass bowl with his blood mixed with cherry blossoms, check. Tall green candle, lit, check. Incense, check. One (sniff) pair of undergarments worn by a priestess, burnt (another sniff and a tear) as an offering.
That last really tore him up. That was his very favorite, soft and care-free, just like the girl it had come from. What fun he'd had... ah, well, it was for the best of causes. He just hoped his heir was suitably grateful!
He bent down to the plate of salt at his feet and drew a medium-sized circle around the altar. There, that was that.
Carefully checking the surrounding area for anyone else -- didn't want any interruptions, after all -- he pulled the battered scroll out from his gi and started the proper chant.
"... galwaf ar fy cythraul ap addoldy tros deisebwr, caniatu fy awyddfryd!"
And then, he waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Just as he was about to try again, the air above the makeshift altar rippled, then split. A long, shapely leg extended out from the hole, which was followed by an equally shapely woman. Well, if you disregarded the curly horns on her head, or the fleshy purple tail swaying behind her, but those really only added an exotic hint to her already attractive appearance. Happosai had to wipe the drool from his mouth as he looked up at her, and he found his hands twitching almost involuntarily to, err... "sample the merchandise", as one might say. Later, later.
The skimpily-dressed green-haired woman licked her lips and looked around.
"Down here, toots!"
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Carrera's day had started out fairly dull. There hadn't been a summons in well over a year, and Mercedes had taken that one. And, judging from her smug attitude ever since, she'd had a grand time. And she absolutely refused to even talk about it!
But then the familiar tingling started, and she'd eagerly headed for the transport room to answer the call. Merc was busy talking with the boss, so she'd get this one.
She waited impatiently for the portal to open, and then stepped through as soon as it was big enough for her.
She balanced on the altar -- a rock -- and looked around. A forest, springtime... ah, nice fresh air. But where was the summoner? She didn't see anyone. But portals didn't open on their own -- someone had to correctly perform the ritual, make an adequate sacrifice, and all that.
"Down here, toots!"
Her gaze traveled down... and down... until it landed on him, and she involuntarily wrinkled her nose. Ewww! It was a midget, and looked like he was about three years from croaking. She HATED old men. They lacked... vitality, and weren't usually as easy to lead around by the crotch, so the tasks they set were much harder and less fun. And she'd been so eager to answer the summons. If she had dawdled a bit, Mercedes might've taken the call.
"Well, let's get this over with," she muttered, pitching her voice too low for the wrinkled midget in front of her to hear. Didn't want to piss him off, after all.
"Yes? What do you want?"
A bit snappish, but she felt that, her disappointment considered, it was the best that could be expected. She mustered the effort to flash a seductive smile and waited for the task. Probably the little bastard can't get it up and expects her to cure him, or maybe he wanted her to enact some elaborate revenge on someone else for some imagined slight. Why couldn't it be a nice yummy YOUNG guy wanting to get laid or something? Something FUN for a change!
The midget cleared his throat, drawing her attention away from her inner ranting and back to his face.
"I want you to..."
Here it came. Judging from his leering, he probably wanted a cure for his impotence, or obvious size problems. Yippee.
"... seduce my heir."
Carerra blinked. "What?"
"I said, I wanted to find my heir and seduce him. The boy's libido needs a jump-start."
Well, this was different. She blinked again as he jumped up to perch on her shoulder and handed her a rumpled photo.
"This is him."
She looked at the picture. He was... a bit young... but looked to be in excellent shape. And rather handsome, at that.
In a few years, he'd be quite the catch, she thought. Well, this wasn't so bad after all!
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