It has been noted throughout history that power and wisdom do not necessarily go hand in hand.
Apparently, neither do good judgement and shuffleboard.
"Ha! Take that Omega!"
The tall raven-haired youth grimaced slightly as he stared down at the board, casting a suspicious glance over at his ivory-tressed companion. She just smirked back at him in that impish way she always did, infuriatingly irritating yet wholly innocent at the same time.
Omega moved to spit out a retort, but faltered, as a sudden wind caught a few strands up from her snow-white mane, setting the pale locks to dancing playfully about her face. Omega stared for a moment, entranced by the sight, before catching himself and lowering his eyes back down to the board. 'Gods', he thought, 'does she even know the effect that she has on me?' Some part of him, a small corner of his mind, suggested that she probably knew quite well.
Sighing ruefully, Omega gave the argument up for lost and immediately slumped his shoulders, adopting an expression of carefully contrived despair. It wouldn't do to disappoint his audience, after all.
"Oh woe is me," he moaned pitifully, striking a hopelessly melodramatic pose, "I've been defeated. Struck down in the prime of my life! Defeated in all my awe-inspiring-"
"Omega!"
Omega coughed and looked back at his furiously glaring companion. "Oh, all right, fine. You win."
"I win?! I win!! Yippee! Yippee! I win! I win!!"
Omega couldn't help but chuckle as the girl's attitude performed a complete about-face, lapsing from irritated impatience to boundless joy in the space of a heartbeat. Watching helplessly as the she continued to dance and caper about the deck, he was once again overwhelmed by the simple carefree charm that seemed to radiate from her in palatable waves.
Omega smiled. It was true.
She was a saint.
She was a goddess.
She was...giving him the red-eye.
Omega blinked.
"Bidaa!!"
Staring at her in disbelief, he quickly pulled himself back under control and assumed an injured expression. "Honestly, Alpha! The least you could do is try to be a gracious winner! You're older than I am, for crying out loud! It's no wonder that the others never take you seriously! The least you could do is try and act your own age!!"
"You're just a sore loser," she teased, sticking out her tongue then assuming a mock pout, "and besides, you're the one who should be ashamed. Bringing up a woman's age like that! I mean, really! It's very rude!"
Sighing regretfully, Omega shrugged and resigned himself to the fact that ethereal and omnipotent though he may be, he still wouldn't ever understand her.
"Fine, fine," he sighed, waving the matter off, "You won fair and square. Now who are you going to pick to be the new champion? That was the wager, was it not?"
"Of course," she replied simply, "and so I will choose. But, you know what..." she trailed off a small mysterious smile crossing her face.
"What?" Omega asked slowly, his curiosity mildly peaked.
"I want to have a little fun with this universe before we move on. And all those well-known hero types are always so terribly boring."
Omega tensed slightly, growing reasonably alarmed at the direction of the conversation, "So what then, Alpha? You can't just pluck someone off the street, you know!"
"Of course not," she snorted, dismissing his argument, "and I have no intention to. I just want to find someone who'll stir things up a little bit. Make the universe more interesting. Maybe that way, they won't find the job so incredibly monotonous. Don't tell me that you didn't think it was at times, too."
"Well..." Omega trailed off, unable to come up with a good defense. Truth be told, defending the universe was a fairly boring job most of the time. Everytime a minor threat popped up, someone else often took care of it, and as for the major threats, they were usually few and far between.
"Don't worry," she assured him, waving off his half-hearted protest, "I'll stay within the boundaries of the job specifications. Believe me, everyone I've picked is perfectly capable. Everything's under control."
...
Famous last words people, famous last words.
Omega could only look on in horror as she reached out and picked:
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