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           DRUNKARD'S WALK V / OH! MY BROTHER! BOOK II:
            ANOTHER DIVINE MESS YOU'VE GOTTEN ME INTO

           by Robert M. Schroeck and Christopher Angel





5.  In Which Things Come From Hell In A Hand Basket


What does it mean to be human?  To be human is to be aware,
always, even if only unconsciously, of one's flaws...  and to try
and transcend them, always, in one way or another.  This is how
we are unlike the monsters who call themselves gods.
-- Tendo Kasumi, in "Together Again 1996" by Chris Davies

No more games, I'm gonna change
What you call rage
Tear this motherfucking roof off
Like two dogs caged
I was playing in the beginning
The mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out
And booed off stage
-- Eminem, "Lose Yourself"



Asgard, Tuesday, May 20, 1997, 7:24 AM Tokyo Time

"Damnit, Thor, this isn't funny!"

Chris paced the width of Bilskirnir, Thor's hall, whilst the
deity in question was busy laughing himself sick.  "That's what
you think.  Skuld?  With a servitor?  Shakespeare couldn't write
a comedy like that."

"That's my point!" Chris yelled, throwing his hands up.  "I love
her, really I do, and she's a good kid, but can you imagine her
with a *minion*?  This leads to all sort of scary bad things,
usually ending with a mob, pitchforks, and torches."

Thor reached for a pitcher on the longtable and refilled his
tankard, then took a long drink.  "There's not much you can do,
Chris -- our little sister has brought this on herself.  And now
that the girl *knows* about the greater world, through the
actions of another mortal yet, she can't even be declared a
nonbeliever.  Someone has to take responsibility for the mortal
and for what she may do."

With a groan, Chris collapsed into a chair and buried his face in
his hands.  "Man, I don't even like Megumi, but even she doesn't
deserve to be drafted into this."  He sighed.  "Isn't there
anything else we can do?"

Thor scratched at his beard and thought for a while.  "I suppose
we could ask around.  One of the Eastern or really ancient
pantheons may have something else they use other than servitors
and soldiers, but I wouldn't expect too much.

"Yeah, well, thanks.  Even if you don't find anything, I
appreciate the help."

"I'm not a busy guy, and feasting and wenching does get old after
a while."

A chuckle came from Chris as he watched one of the serving girls
walk by.  He jerked a thumb in her direction.  "With scenery like
that, I can't imagine it'd ever get old."

Thor looked at the girl, noted her buxom figure, and then rolled
his eyes.  "Go on, get out of here.  It's too early in the
morning for your attempts at guy talk."

With a laugh, Chris stood.  "Yeah, I better get going before
something *else* sets that guy off."

"Touchy, is he?" Thor asked.

"You wouldn't believe it, sometimes I think he's the second
coming of Modi."

                              * * *

Tarikihonganji Temple Complex, Tuesday, May 20, 1997, 1:46 PM

Megumi slipped as quietly as she could into Skuld's workshop.
She had planned this out very carefully so that no one was
around: Keiichi, Belldandy and the jerk were all at classes, Doug
was on an interview for a job, and Urd... well, she didn't know
where Urd was, but there was work to do in Skuld's shop, so she
could pretty much guarantee that Urd would be somewhere --
anywhere -- else.  Megumi herself had blown off her own classes
this afternoon to take advantage of this opportunity.

She paused just past the threshold to take a long, quiet breath.
Then she boldly called, "Skuld-sama."

The micrometer Skuld had been holding clattered on the steel
floor of the forge area as the little goddess whirled around, her
eyes widening at the unexpected manner in which Megumi had
addressed her.  "Megumi?"

"Skuld-sama," Megumi repeated, dropping to one knee and bowing
her head.  "I have come to a decision.  Will you take me as your
Soldier?"

Skuld's mouth worked soundlessly for a few moments.  "S-soldier?"
she finally managed.  "No!"

Megumi looked up.  "Aw, c'mon."

Skuld crouched down to pick up the micrometer, never taking her
eyes off Megumi.  "You have *no* idea what you're asking for."

"On the contrary," Megumi replied, defiantly glaring at the
younger girl, "I know *exactly* what I'm asking for."

"No, you *don't*!" Skuld all but shrieked, the micrometer now
clenched in her small hand forgotten and creaking slightly in her
grip.  "You don't!  You're asking to be my *slave*!  No, you're
asking to be my *weapon*!  I don't want a weapon!"  She turned
and hurled the micrometer across the workshop.  It struck the
supernaturally-hard ceramic face of the shop's furnace and
shattered.

Uncaring, Skuld turned back, seized Megumi by the upper arms and
hauled her to her feet with a strength out of proportion to her
tiny frame.  Her eyes sought out those of the mortal girl.
"Every cycle I have to grow up and lead the Valkyrie.  *Every*
cycle!  Each and every one of them is a weapon, and they *all*
answer to me.  I have *enough* weapons!  I don't want any more!"

"Skuld..." Megumi whispered.

"Why?" the smaller girl demanded.  "Why do you want to do that to
yourself?"  Something in her voice -- Megumi couldn't tell
exactly what -- changed as she added, "Tell me true, Megumi!"

The intensity in Skuld's eyes seemed to take control of her, and
Megumi found a preternatural calm coming over her.  "I want to be
able to protect myself from Mara," she said in a small, quiet
voice.  "I want to be able to fight back.  To attack her."

"Don't be stupid!" Skuld spat.  "A Soldier is no match for a
demon, especially not a demon first class like Mara!"  She spun
and stalked a few steps away.

Released from whatever power had momentarily taken hold of her,
Megumi clenched her fists.  "Then what the hell am I supposed to
do?  Just let her get at me any time she wants?"

"No!"  Skuld spun back to face her.  "You don't need to be a
Soldier for that!  Just swear *service* and you'll be under my
protection."

Megumi scowled.  "The protection of a thirteen-year-old girl?"

Skuld scowled back at her with an almost physical intensity.
"No," she snarled, "the protection of a *goddess*.  You forget
already *Who* I am in the larger order of things, Megumi.  Swear
simple service to me, and you become *mine*.  If Mara attacks
you, it will be as though she attacked *me* -- and if she attacks
*me*, she attacks *all* of us -- Urd, Oneesan, Niichan, *and* me.
You will be protected from her by the threat of overwhelming
retaliation.  You don't need to turn yourself into a *weapon* to
be protected."

There was a long pause.  "But I *want* to," Megumi finally said
in a quiet, almost abashed tone.  "I want that power, so I can
feel like I make *some* kind of difference."

Skuld's expression softened.  "Oh, Megumi...  you *do* make a
difference.  That's the most amazing and infuriating thing about
you mortal creatures -- every little thing you do changes the
universe!  Why do you think we gods are so obsessed with you?
You each have an ability to unravel and reweave destiny that
rivals *anything* my sisters and I can do!"

"Free will," Megumi whispered as comprehension dawned.

Skuld nodded.  "Free will.  It's bad enough that you're being
forced to give up some by being sworn to me, but I won't let you
give up any more than you have to!"  She clenched her hands into
fists, planted them firmly on her hips and declared, "I will
*not* make you a Solder.  So you have a choice:  Servitor, or
getting your memory wiped."  She took on an imperious air as she
eyed the mortal girl.  "What's it going to be?"

Megumi sighed and wrapped her arms around herself as she stared
at the floor.  What choice did she have?  Sure, she could go back
to the life she'd had before Doug and his motorcycle blasted
through the temple doorway, and she'd never miss a thing.  But
the very idea made her stomach clench painfully.  There really
was only one choice -- and a restored ignorance would not protect
her from Mara.

"Servitor," she whispered.  She looked up.  "When do we do this?
*How* do we do this?"

"When?" Skuld echoed.  "Now, if you want."

Megumi nodded once, briskly.  "Yeah, get it over and done with."

Skuld studied her for a long moment.  "Okay, then."

Straightening up from her almost hunched posture, Megumi unfolded
her arms and let them hang at her sides.  "How do we do this?"
she asked again.  "Is there some kind of ceremony?"

Skuld took Megumi's right hand in both of hers.  "No," she said,
shaking her head.  "I just ask you three times if you wish to
enter my service, and you say 'yes' each time."  She smiled.
"That's it, more or less."

Megumi closed her eyes and drew a deep breath.  "Sounds easy
enough."

"It is."

As she stood there with her eyes closed, Megumi felt her heart
begin to race.  *In just a few moments, everything will change.
I'll never be the same again.*

"Are you ready?"  Skuld's voice had suddenly changed again --
still that of a girl, but with a power, authority, and most of
all an *age* completely out of keeping with the thirteen-year-old
Megumi had come to know.  It was a voice she had heard only twice
before, both times in irritation or even anger, and she snapped
her eyes open in near-panic before she realized that *this* time
it was gentle, even amused.

She stared in mixed wonder and terror at the girl, and realized
that something immense and ancient, wise and powerful, now looked
out from behind her eyes.  "Maiden," Megumi whispered, and she
unconsciously dropped back to her knees.  Her mind tried to
encompass the idea of a being that was both aeons old and yet a
child, and failed.

"Morisato Megumi," Skuld/Maiden -- still holding her hand --
intoned formally.  "I offer you a place as My servant in the 
mortal world.  In exchange I will empower you to do My bidding, 
and you will receive My guidance and protection."  Somehow, Skuld 
seemed to loom over her.  "Do you of your free will wish to enter 
My service, to act as My hand and My voice when I so require?"

Still caught in the girl's ancient/young eyes, the strange
phrasing barely registered to Megumi's mind.  "Yes," she
murmured.  "I do."

Skuld's eyes refused to release hers, even as her hands still
held Megumi's own.  "Do you accept Me as your Mistress, to serve
and obey Me?"  The voice seemed to bore into her like some
burrowing creature, seeking something buried deep within her.

"I do," Megumi responded, her voice louder and more certain.

The grip on her right hand tightened.  "Do you swear yourself to
Me, for now and for evermore?"

With a sudden and complete confidence, Megumi declared, "I do."
Her voice seemed to echo around her as though she were in a great
hall rather than the small workshop.

"Morisato Megumi," Skuld/Maiden announced, "I accept your
petition and bind you into My service.  So mote it be."  Before
Megumi could respond, a sensation like a great switch being
thrown filled her, sending vibrations through her body and
striking her mute with surprise.

Then Skuld lifted Megumi's hand to her lips and kissed the inside
of her wrist, right over the vein that pulsed there with her
racing heart.  There was a moment of searing, burning cold when
Skuld's lips touched her skin -- too long for comfort, too short
for pain -- and then it was over.  Skuld released her hand, and
Megumi numbly let it drop down to her side.

"And now," Skuld said, still with the voice of the Maiden,
"Payment for your service."  She pressed her fingertips to
Megumi's breastbone.

"Payment...?" Megumi managed to squeak before a star exploded in
her chest.  A flood of energy roared through her, filling her up
from toes to fingertips until she thought she would burst at the
seams with it.  As it threatened to erupt through her very pores,
her eyes shut and her mouth opened in a silent cry, and her back
arched involuntarily.  Then the torrent of power calmed and
seemed to sink into her very bones.

It left her alert, invigorated, filled with a frantic nervous
energy -- she wanted to leap up and pace, dash out the door,
climb a tree, *something*.  She felt *alive*, more alive than she
had ever felt before.  Even her senses seemed sharper -- colors
brighter, sounds clearer, textures, scents, everything just a
little bit *more* than before.  She tilted her head when she
realized that she could now hear something like a distant
orchestra, playing a tune that was maddeningly familiar.

"I have given you a small measure of Celestial energies, the
better to serve Me," the Maiden explained.

"Energies?"  Megumi turned attention back to Skuld.  Something
seemed ... different about her.  Something like little glimmers
of orange-golden light seemed to flicker around her and along the
surface of her skin.

Skuld/Maiden nodded.  "These are the same energies that make up
the human soul, so you could say that I have simply ... made your
soul bigger than it was."  She smiled.  "You will find it has
improved you in many ways.  The music I am sure you are hearing,
by the way, is the Symphony -- the music made by the Universe
itself.  You can perceive it now because of My gift.  The
Symphony will reveal many secrets to you, once you learn to
listen to it correctly."

"Wow," Megumi breathed.

"Serve Me well, Morisato Megumi," the Maiden said, and then Skuld
was herself again.  The golden glints of light vanished, as did
the sense of ancient Presence.  Nothing alien looked out of the
girl's eyes now.  "I think," Skuld said softly in her own voice,
"I think I'm going to go have a bit of a lie-down now."  She made
her way to the door, not quite staggering but clearly a little
unsteady on her feet, before turning back to Megumi once more.

"You may want to take a little time to get used to the... changes
in yourself, Megumi," Skuld said.  "I'll tell Belldandy that you
might want to stay over tonight."

Megumi nodded.  "Okay.  Thank you... Mistress."

Skuld winced.  "Don't call me that.  Just call me by my name."

"Right," Megumi replied.  "Either way...  thanks."

Skuld gave her a weak smile.  "You're welcome."  She started
through the door, then stopped and looked back again.  "And cheer
up -- now you get to play with the really *cool* toys."

Megumi chuckled.  "Sounds fun."

"It is," Skuld agreed, then slipped through the door and out into
the yard.

For several minutes Megumi stood there, staring at the door of
the workshop and rubbing the wrist Skuld had kissed, running her
fingertips over the raised golden lines that formed the outline
of a stylized hammer.

                              * * *

Tuesday, May 20, 1997, 2:21 PM

Belldandy was still laughing her musical laugh when Keiichi,
smiling somewhat more than fondly at her, pushed open the temple
gates.  Stepping aside, he held the gate wide and allowed Bell to
enter before him, then followed, shutting it behind them.

Across the yard, they spied Megumi, simply sitting on the engawa
in the warm Spring sun.  She was leaning back with her arms
supporting her, and her head thrown back so that her hair hung
down loosely behind her neck.  As the two of them drew closer,
they could see that her eyes were closed and that she had a
broad, almost ecstatic smile on her face.

Before either of them could greet her, she spoke.  "Strings," she
said without preamble, lifting her head and opening her eyes to
look at Belldandy.  "Violins mostly, but some basses and I think
a couple of guitars, oddly enough.  It's a lively melody, a
little like a folk dance, but it's got a very faint dark
counterpoint that adds a little poignance and a lot of depth."

Keiichi glanced in puzzlement at Belldandy, and was concerned
when her laugh died and her smile drained away.  "Oh, Megumi --
you didn't," she whispered.  "Not already..."

"Didn't what?" he asked, reaching for Belldandy's hand.  "What
did she do?"

Megumi shifted her weight to her left arm so she could hold up
her right.  Keiichi was stunned to see something that looked like
a cross between a tattoo and a brand on her wrist, in the shape
of a hammer.  "I swore service to Skuld about half an hour ago,
and it came with the package," Megumi announced matter-of-
factly.  She lowered her hand and returned to her two-armed
position, closing her eyes again.  "This is so *cool*.  I could,
like, *sense* you two out on the street."

Keiichi shared a look with Belldandy, then turned back to his
sister.  "*What* came with the package?"

"Symphonic perception," Belldandy replied softly.  "Megumi is now
able to hear the Symphony, the music generated by the Universe
and all within it."

"Yeeeeahhhh."  Eyes still closed, Megumi drew the word out and
let it fade away.  "It's like..."  She visibly struggled for a
description, then gave up and shrugged without lifting her hands,
which had the effect of making her upper body bob up and down.
"It's *very* cool," she repeated.

Keiichi released his grip on Belldandy's hand and knelt in front
of his sister.  "Megumi, you didn't have to do that!" he declared
fervently.  "You knew that Bell-chan and Chris were both looking
for ways around it, so you wouldn't have to get all... mixed up
in this.  Why didn't you wait?"  He looked over his shoulder

Megumi pushed herself upright and opened her eyes once more.  "So
I wouldn't get 'all mixed up in this'?  Like I wasn't already?
Or are you saying that I was better off ignorant while weird shit
happened to me?"  Her tone was low and dangerous.

"Um..."  Keiichi swallowed and looked up at Belldandy.

"We didn't want you feeling as though you had no choice, Megumi-
chan," Belldandy said.

"Right!" he added.  "We didn't want you forced into this against
your will!"

Megumi's mouth twisted into a tiny smile.  "Who says I was
forced?"

Keiichi glanced again between Belldandy and his sister.  "Well,
that angel..."

Megumi shook her head.  "You don't get it, Bro.  I *wanted* this. 
Heck, I wanted *more*, but Skuld wouldn't take me as a Soldier." 
Her smile broadened at the thought.  "She actually threw a fit 
when I asked to be a Soldier."  The smile disappeared and she 
stared into his eyes with a seriousness that he rarely saw in 
her.  "Believe me, Keiichi.  Even if that angel hadn't said I had 
to do this, I would have volunteered as soon as I learned about 
it.  This *is* what I want."

Helplessly, he looked back over his shoulder at Belldandy again.
The goddess was frowning, not in disapproval, but in apparent
thought.

"Are you certain about this, Megumi?" she finally asked.

Megumi thought about it for a moment.  "Yeah, I am.  That it
covers both our butts with your dad is just gravy.  I mean, I'm
disappointed that I don't get to be a Soldier and kick a certain
demonic tush, but if you ask me, this Symphonic Perception thing
almost makes up for it."

She turned her attention to her brother.  Closing her eyes again,
she tilted her head to the side, as though she were straining to
hear some faint sound.  Which, Keiichi realized, she was, in a
way.  "You're a... clarinet?  No... an alto saxophone, big bro.
A soloist, not nearly as loud as Belldandy, but definitely
audible.  Jazzy little tune you've got there, too.  I like the
bit that sounds like a revving engine."  She tilted her head the
other way.  "Oooooh!  You two *harmonize*!"

Belldandy's frown vanished into a small smile, and she reached
out to pat Megumi's shoulder.  "Of course we do, dear."

"It's just so *strange*," Megumi replied, her eyes still closed.
"Your melodies are nothing alike, you wouldn't think they'd go
together at *all*, but they do!  They do!"

"I still don't like this," Keiichi announced as he rose.  "Isn't
there anything we can do?"

Belldandy shook her head.  "Megumi has made her choice, fairly
and honestly.  I'm afraid we must respect that."  She turned back
to Megumi, whose dreamy smile had returned.  "Megumi, there are
other Celestial senses you'll probably develop over time.  If you
have any questions or any problems adjusting to them, please come
see me, all right?"

"Sure," Megumi murmured distractedly.  "Thanks!"

Belldandy turned back to Keiichi.  "I'm going in to check on
Skuld.  Swearing Megumi to herself probably took quite a bit out
of her."

Megumi nodded, her eyes still closed.  "Oh yeah, she looked
pretty wiped when we were done.  Said she was going to lay down
for a bit."  She started tapping the ground with one of her feet.
"Oooh, what's *that* from?"

Belldandy squeezed Keiichi's hand, pecked him on the cheek, and
headed into the house while he stood numbly and watched his
little sister experience the world with a mode of perception he
might never possess or understand.

                              * * *

Tuesday, May 20, 1997, 4:15 PM

The flight from Heaven was always a pain for Chris.  Unlike his
sisters and the majority of other Celestials, who could make the
journey almost instantaneously, for him it required a significant
length of time, as he had to fly there -- a trip of not only
distance, but also from one plane of existence to another.  Due
to that, he tended to try to catch rides as much as he could, and
usually ended up particularly irritated when he couldn't.  It was
a *boring* trip.

Further, after spending a good chunk of his day running around
with Thor grilling every pantheon he could come up with on some
way he could keep Megumi from getting drafted, he was tired,
irritated, and frustrated beyond belief.  Having to explain your
goal to hundreds of gods -- some of whose frames of reference
were absolutely alien -- was bad enough, but having to explain
*why* was a ridiculously involved philosophical argument in the
making.

Thus, Chris was already in a somewhat ill humor when he landed in
the yard of the temple, results or no results.  He paused to gaze
quizzically at Megumi, who was sitting in another section doing
an awfully good impression of meditation.  With a mind to ask, he
dropped out of no-time a few meters behind her.

Only to have Megumi suddenly roll forward, as if she sensed his
presence. She scrambled to her feet and whirled to stare at him
wild eyed.  "What the hell?!  Drums and *synth*?!"

"Okay," Chris drawled, holding up his hands, "calm down, I didn't
mean to..."  He trailed off and slowly lowered his arms, his
expression darkening as her words caught up with him.  "You
didn't.  Please tell me you didn't go and *freaking* swear to
her!  Tyr's Testicles, what the heck were you thinking?"

"I was thinking I didn't want to be a pawn anymore!" she shouted,
slowly stalking toward him.  "I'm thinking I didn't want to be a
tool for that *bitch* every time she wanted to play another game
with my brother!  I'm thinking I deserved to know what was going
on!"

She shouted her last words into Chris's face, and he whirled
away, and began to stalk around aimlessly, muttering to himself
and gesticulating wildly, before storming back up to her.  "Did
you ever *think* that there may have been a bleeding reason we
didn't want you to do this?  That we might have actually been
trying to *protect* you?  While you were just an ordinary mortal
Mara had *rules* about what she could do to you.  She could only
do *little* things to you because you were a non-combatant.  Now,
though..."

"Little?" she shrieked.  "Getting turned into a *car* is
*little*?"

Chris stared at her balefully.  "*Yes*.  Compared to what she's
allowed to do to you now that you've willingly entered the game?
You better believe it!  You're no longer one of the prizes,
you're now part of the opposing team.  You've become a *target*!"

"What do *you* care?  You can't stand me!"

"For Fnord's sake, Megumi, you're probably going to be my sister-
in-law some day!  I may not *like* you a lot of the time, but
damnit, you're family and I *care* about you!"

Megumi stared at him, eyes wide, shock clearly on her face.
"You..."

Chris spun on his foot and stalked toward the house.  "Just don't
talk to me right now."

                              * * *

*Family?  He thinks of me as family?  He cares about me?*  Megumi
stared after Chris as he strode around the corner of the house,
all the anger and frustration he was feeling like a palpable
miasma to her expanded senses.  And that wasn't the only thing
she could sense -- all during his rant, the Symphony kept singing
"Truth! Truth!" to her.

She humphed and crossed her arms.  *I'm *not* going to feel 
guilty about not liking him, I'm not.  It's mutual, I don't 
*have* to like him.*  Megumi tried to stare balefully after him, 
now that he was out of sight.  *Argh!  Now I'm feeling like I 
can't be annoyed at him because of what he said, and I'm annoyed 
at him *because* I can't be annoyed at him.*  "That's what I get 
for arguing with a guy called 'Paradox'," she growled.

"What's that?" a male voice asked from behind her.

Megumi eeped and spun around so quickly it made her a little
dizzy.  Doug Sangnoir stood there, his sport jacket hooked on one
finger and slung over his shoulder, a curious expression on his
face.  "Don't do that!" she squeaked.  "Sneaking up on people and
surprising them!"

Not that she was very angry to see Doug, surprise or no surprise.
Whether in jeans and a T-shirt, or in slacks, dress shirt and
tie, Megumi privately thought that he was *very* easy on the
eyes, even if he *were* more than twice her age to hear him talk.
*If only he weren't married,* she mused, not for the first time.
She tilted her head slightly, and tried to pick out his melody
line in the Symphony.

*Huh.  He's almost as loud as Bell-chan or Chris.  Not a solo
like big bro, either.  Electric guitars, brass, and some kind of
woodwind -- a recorder, maybe?*

Doug shrugged and looked sheepish.  "Sorry.  Didn't realize I was
sneaking up on you.  What was that about paradox?"

"Oh, I just had an argument with the big jerk," Megumi replied
airily as she shifted her perceptions back to the physical.

"Another one?"  Doug's lips quirked into a smile and she rolled
her eyes.

"Yes," she said with no small amount of sarcasm.  "Another one.
He got upset that I swore myself to Skuld this afternoon."

"Ahh."  Doug nodded knowingly.  "I see."

Megumi eyed him suspiciously.  "You're not angry?  The way you
were talking the other night, I'd expect you to be just as
annoyed as he was."

Doug frowned.  "Annoyed?  No.  Not even disappointed."  He
studied her for a moment.  "I think you misunderstood why I gave
you the advice I did.  I didn't want to dissuade you from
entering Skuld's service..."  At her skeptically raised eyebrow
he stopped and then added, "OK, well, maybe I did, a little --
but that wasn't my main reason!  My main reason was to make sure
you were *informed* before you made your choice.  It was *your*
choice, not mine.  And I've no real right to be annoyed or
overjoyed at whatever decision you made."

She searched his eyes.  "So, you're not bothered by the fact that
I'm now Skuld's servitor?"

He shrugged.  "Eh, a little.  But it's not something I can
ethically throw at you.  You made an informed choice.  And Free
Will -- I'm sure you remember that concept!" he added with a
grin, "means you get to choose the option I don't approve of, and
I have no complaints coming."

Megumi found herself nodding in agreement.  "That's a
surprisingly mature reaction."

Doug feigned shock as he pressed a wide-open hand against his
chest.  "Mature?  Moi?  Heaven forefend!"

She giggled.  "If it helps, so far only you and Belldandy have
responded like that."

He dropped the mock shock and straightened his tie with the hand
he had pressed to his chest.  "I suppose I could be in worse
company," he replied.

"Mmm," she agreed, with a nod of her head.

"So, I take it Chris didn't react as well?"

She grimaced.  "No.  He blew his top at me, in fact."

A look of concern entered Doug's eyes.  "Maybe I should check on
him."

"Maybe you should."  Megumi shrugged, then waved in the direction
in which Chris had left.  "He went that way, just a few moments
before you showed up."  *Not going to admit that I'm concerned
too, nope, not at all.*

"Thanks."  Doug stepped around her, then halted and put a hand on
her shoulder.  "You know, if you have any problems with things...
you, know, *coping* with whatever changes you..."  He grimaced.
"Look, you can always talk to me, okay?  I may not have answers,
but I'll always have ideas."

Megumi smiled at him and patted his hand.  "Thanks.  Really."

He smiled back.  "You're welcome."  He drew a deep breath.  "I
really should go check on the big lug now."

"You do that," she said, and turned to watch him trot along the
same path Chris had taken when he stalked off.  To her inner ear,
the guitars and horns of his personal symphony were muting
themselves, and the woodwind was coming to the fore.
Interesting.

"I should get out of here," Megumi muttered to herself, "and give
everyone a chance to cool down."

                              * * *

I found Chris at the far back end of the temple property, between
a couple of the smaller outbuildings, yelling at some birds.  His
voice was oddly muffled -- a side effect of the reinforced wards
that I'd noticed when the traffic noise outside the walls had
been reduced to almost nothing.

Oddly enough, the birds were sitting still for his rant.

As I got close enough to hear him, he said -- shouted, rather --
"You lot satisfied now, or do we need to sacrifice a goat or
something?"

Ah.  The angel he'd mentioned.  For a moment I was tempted to
chuck a stone at one of its host bodies, just to see what would
happen if I beaned a bird in the head.  But I didn't, because
that would have been needlessly cruel to the bird in question.

One of the ravens cawed at him.  It wasn't anything close to
human speech, but I swear there was an almost gloating
satisfaction to its raucous cry.  Chris just stared up at it and
spat, "Good.  Now get the fnord out of here."

"You heard the man," I called out as I approached.  "Beat it.  Or
I might decide to see how many crows I can catch and strangle in
a single afternoon."  The damned bird made a noise annoyingly
like a raspberry before it and its companions flew off.  Their
fading calls sounded suspiciously like someone yelling "Baka!
Baka!"

To hell with avoiding needless cruelty -- I would have given
anything for a pellet gun right then and there.

I yanked my eyes from the ever-more-distant specks that had been
the ravens, and looked over at Chris.  He was standing right next
to the tree trunk, head bowed, pounding his balled fist slowly
against the rough bark.

"Want to talk about it?" I asked.

"No," he snapped without looking up.  Then he abruptly spun and
asked, "You ever get the feeling that everything in your life is
already laid out and you can't change it, that you're being
railroaded from birth to death?"

I raised a single eyebrow.  "I'm the house guest of the Fates,
and their counterparts in at least one other universe have
outright admitted to forcing me down their desired path.  So I
think that's a rather silly question."  I studied him closely.
"Are you talking about Megumi?  Or yourself?"

"I'm talking about everybody, but mainly me," he growled.  Then
he looked up and grimaced.  "Well, yeah, Megumi, too.  I've got
the sneaking suspicion that she got set up by the Big Guy, that
she never really had the chance to say no to this."

I thought back to what Belldandy had said to me about doing her
best to ensure Megumi's right to decide was respected, and
wondered if he were right.  "You think?"

Chris nodded grimly.  "Thor and I just spent the entire day going
from one end of Heaven to the other, talking to anyone who might
have an idea how to get her out of this with both her freedom and
her memory intact.  And I don't mean just *human* gods," he added
with sudden vehemence.  "We talked to a few deities so alien that
they didn't know what we were when we walked up to them!"  He
frowned and brooded for a few moments.

"And...?" I prompted.

"We found an out for her," he said so softly I almost didn't hear
it.

"You did?"

He nodded.  "It was a precedent, something a god for a species of
blue goopy things from some galaxy on the ass-end of the universe
got away with.  Closest thing in human terms is, well, kind of a
cross between a priestess and an intern.  Don't ask me to explain
it, but it would have given Megumi at least twenty years like she
was, at the end of which she could have just said, 'no thanks, I
don't want to be a lesser divine critter' and walked away, no
harm no foul."

My eyebrows shot up.  "Sweet deal."

He nodded.  "You better believe it."  He reached into a pocket,
pulled out a wad of multicolored paper, and waved it in front of
me.  "There's even a *standard form* for it!  With blanks for
god, pantheon and applicant species yet!"

I suppressed the sudden desire to grab the wad and see what
Heaven's paperwork looked like.  "But after all that, when you
got back Megumi had already gone ahead and done the deed."

"Yes!" he snapped.  He glared at the form and with a little
*whumpf!* it suddenly went up in a burst of flame, as if it had
been a ball of flash paper and his eyes a match.  I raised an
eyebrow at his unexpected, almost instinctive, use of magic.

Oddly, the smoke smelled of lavender.

"So you think God -- Big-G God, the Lord of Hosts, Harold be his
name -- somehow manipulated things to rob Megumi of her free
will?" I asked.

"Ha!" he barked scornfully.  "What free will?  Free will doesn't
exist."

I raised an eyebrow.  "I beg your pardon?  You care to explain
that little ex cathedra pronouncement?"

"You want an explanation?" he asked, turning the force of his
full attention upon me for the first time since I'd caught up
with him.  "You really want an explanation?"

"Sure," I said with a wave of my hand.  "Indulge me."

"Okay then."  Chris gave a smirk that was almost pure evil before
he took on a blatant parody of a lecturing academic.  "Let's
start with the standard definition of God, shall we?  He's said
to be infinite, right?  God's omnipotent -- He can do anything.
He's omnipresent -- He is everywhere.  He's omniscient -- He
knows everything.  Agreed?"

"All right," I said.  "I don't actually believe all of that,
having met too many gods, but for the sake of this argument, I'll
agree to those base assumptions."

"Good.  Now, if you look at it a specific way, all of those are
aspects of each other, but that's an argument that I could go
into another day," he blithely overrode my burgeoning attempt to
interrupt.  "Now, if we accept that somehow, someway, the Old Boy
created the universe, and we accept that He's omniscient and
omnipotent, then we have to accept that there's no free will."

"That's a lot of ifs, you know.  'If I had steak, I could have
steak and eggs, if I had eggs.'  Not the strongest foundation for
an argument, I hope you realize," I pointed out.  I thought for a
moment.  "Okay, knowing what I know about the way gods operate,
yeah, I can buy that they can spawn universes.  But, omnipotence
isn't needed to create a universe -- depending on how you like
your quantum mechanics served up, *Brownian motion* can create
new universes.  If you're a bit more rigorous about your 'many
worlds' theory, then you'll need at least a kick-ass particle
collider.  But nothing near omnipotence."  I smirked back at him.
"Besides, omniscience in a 3-space is a party trick, if you live
in more than four dimensions."

He frowned, and I held up a hand.  "But!" I quickly interjected
to forestall his reaction.  "But, like I said, I'll grant you all
those axioms.  Omnipotent, omniscient, creator of worlds.  Okay,
there it is, right there on the package.  Now how the hell do you
conclude that those attributes have to add up to no free will?"
My demand must have caught the attention of Urd, who wandered
over to listen.

"Simple.  If His Nibs is that powerful, and that knowledgeable,
then he *has* to know how it all ends out.  He knows
*everything*, which means at the moment of creation, He *knew*
that if He created the universe, or universes, in a specific way,
exactly how everything would end up.  Thus, free will can't
happen, since as part and parcel of Himself creating the
universe, He would have set the value of every quark, electron,
or whatever that is what causes your brain to make whatever
decision it does."

I shook my head.  "That doesn't follow at all.  First, you're
postulating a completely Newtonian style universe there.  But the
universe *isn't* Newtonian.  It's governed by things like quantum
mechanics, which is probabilistic -- based on the averages of
random events -- and Chaos, which is based in complex feedback
loops that rely on those random events.

"Second, you're making the unwarranted assumption that the
ability to create implies the ability to extrapolate all future
behaviors of the creation."  I grinned at him.  "Any competent
computer programmer will tell you that's complete bunk.  It is
amazingly easy to create a system so complex that its behavior is
unpredictable while still being completely deterministic.  In
which case," I grinned again, "free will may be a bug, not a
feature."

"Wrong, wrong, and wrong again.  Primus, you've made a
fundamental assumption here -- that because quantum mechanics are
probabilistic to *our* limited understanding, that it's also
probabilistic to a being so far beyond us as to make the human-
to-amoeba comparison a massive understatement.  We don't
understand all the factors that affect behavior in a quantum
realm.  A three-Omni being -- and heh, nice term there -- would.
Secondus, any competent computer programmer will *also* tell you
that *any* system that is completely deterministic is also
completely predictable given enough computing power to calculate
the outcome.  The problem, of course, being that it's often too
computationally expensive to do so -- and the cost goes up by
exponential factors.  In that case as well, a truly three-Omni
being would have enough *intellectual* computing power to predict
the outcome of the system.  Thus," Chris waved his hand
dismissively.  "I say bah.  He clearly wanted them to *think*..."

"Are you suggesting free will is not just an illusion, but an
active *deception*, then?" I asked.  I frowned, trying to
reconcile this with Belldandy's assurances about Megumi's free
will and her oath to me.  There had to be an error in his
reasoning -- well, above and beyond the "three-Omni" assumption.
Omnipotence and omniscience I can easily extrapolate from higher
orders of dimensionality -- but it doesn't make me a "real" god
if I can mess with a one-space as it moves across a sheet of
paper while following its time arrow, or see the entire pattern
it draws in the process.  It was the creator aspect that I quite
honestly was not willing to concede in the real world, though I'd
already surrendered that point for the purpose of this
discussion.

Damn.  Kierkegaard had covered this kind of thing, I knew it.
But I'd put off reading him even though Maggie had encouraged me
to give him a try.  Now I was regretting it.  And philosophy
wasn't my strong point; I wasn't going to recreate Kierkegaard's
lifework with just a couple minutes' frantic cogitation.

"Okay, that's enough of this, 'Niichan," Urd demanded,
interrupting my chain of thought.  "Stop messing with Doug's
head."

I turned to her, frowning.  "Messing with my head?  He's just
screwing with me?"

Urd made an indelicate snort.  "It's a philosophical argument
that's been going around for centuries -- one of the better works
on it is by Hobbes.  It's a variant of the old 'Can God create a
rock He cannot lift?' question, redone as 'Did God limit his
omniscience to allow free will?'  The answer to it is a bit
simpler though, since no one really agrees on a solution to the
former."

"Which is?"

Chris answered me, a slightly sour expression on his face.
"Faith.  To resolve it, you have to have *faith* in God that He
did give you free will, and that He doesn't know how you're going
to choose.  Or, if you want, His Nibs is really a Four-Omni being
-- the fourth being Absolute Goodness."

"And you don't like that?" I asked him incredulously.

"Chris is a skeptic," Urd laughed.  "He doesn't like fuzzy
answers like that."

I scowled at her.  "'Riiiiight.  What's a cubit?'," I quoted, and
got an honest chuckle in response.  I turned my focus to Chris
again.  "You're a *god*.  How can you be a skeptic?"

"Concentration," Chris said primly, and walked back into the
temple with a vaguely offended expression on his face.

I stared at his retreating back for a moment, and then turned
back to Urd.  "Shouldn't that get him docked divine brownie
points or something for being disloyal?"

"Oh, Father is very fond of 'Niichan," she said breezily.  "He
cuts Chris a lot of slack because of it."  The she gave me a wink
and a saucy grin and followed her brother.

When they were both out of sight, I looked up at the sky.  "I
suppose you're expecting me to say something pithy and insightful
now."  I looked back down at the temple.  "Fuck that.  You're all
nuts."

I headed off to the house myself, then stopped after a few steps
and looked back up.

"Except for Belldandy, of course."

                              * * *

Nekomi Ginza, Tuesday, May 20, 1997, 6:52 PM

*I probably should have waited until I was a little more used to
the Symphony before going out in public.*

Megumi grimaced briefly as the flood of individual themes and
leitmotifs washed over her and all but overloaded her still-new
Celestial senses.  From moment to moment different melodic lines
would surface out of the oceanic gestalt of the Symphony and
demand her attention before they were whisked away and drowned
out by others.  At times it got so overwhelming that she had to
find a place to sit down and wait it out before she could force
herself to attend to the material world enough to continue on her
way.  *Hell, enough to *walk* without bumping into people.*

*Cool, yes,* she thought, remembering her initial reactions, *but
*real* hard on the concentration.*  Unconsciously she wrapped her
fingers around the edge of the bench onto which she'd collapsed a
minute or so before, her grip so tight that she was almost
denting the painted wood.  As the pedestrians around her
approached and receded, an instrument would surface out of the
Symphony -- a trumpet, or a glockenspiel, or even a kazoo -- peal
forth an incredibly beautiful melody, then fade away again into
the great mass of harmony that now underlaid everything for her.

*Oh, yeah, trying to make my way down a crowded street was really
*bad* idea.*  In spite of herself, though, she laughed softly.
Bad was relative.  The experience was... transcendent.  That was
a word she'd never used before, not for real.  She rolled it
around in her head a bit.  Transcendent.  Yes, exactly.  The idea
that this kind of beauty lurked, hidden, under the surface of
what she had laughably called "reality" just a day earlier was
overwhelming and illuminating at the same time.  It was a whole
new level of existence, and it pushed *her* to a whole new level
as well.  And Belldandy had hinted that this was just the
*beginning,* that there were even more modes of perception that
she couldn't even *guess* at.  Modes that she'd probably acquire.

Megumi shook her head in disbelief.  *It's like, since Doug got
here, every time I turn around the world gets bigger.*  She
thought of Mara and shuddered.  *And a little scarier.*

A sudden discordant shriek cut across the flowing harmonies of
the Symphony, propelling Megumi off the bench, onto her feet and
almost into the street.  "Aaah!" she yelped before clamping her
mouth shut and gritting her teeth.  *What the hell...?*  Whatever
it was, it was as welcome as a chainsaw during a string quartet.

She spun around, searching the crowd flowing past her in both
directions, trying desperately to match Celestial "sounds" to
individuals.  For a few moments, she feared it was hopeless.
There were too many, and it was all too new to her.  But just as
the painful, grating howl started to soften around the edges,
Megumi saw her -- a cloud of blonde hair, half a head above most
of the crowd -- and saw red.

"Mara," she hissed to herself and took off after her before she
could think about it.

Megumi trailed along behind the demon for several blocks, trying
*not* to look like an unskilled private detective pursuing his
quarry.  She was certain that every move she made, though, was
shouting out "I'm following her!" to everyone around her.  It was
only slightly reassuring that despite her fears no one actually
seemed to notice what she was doing.  It just made her half-
suspect that everyone was politely ignoring how obvious she was,
before she mentally kicked herself for being stupid.

Following Mara, even when the crowd obscured her, was almost
trivially easy thanks to her ability to hear the violent, angry
themes she emitted over the Symphony.  Megumi found that she
didn't even have to look in the demon's direction; all she had to
do was follow the nerve-jangling Celestial screech.

Even if she hadn't had the Symphony to guide her, though, Megumi
would have had no problem tracking Mara through the crowds --
between her voluminous blonde curls and the skin-tight red
leather dress she wore, Mara was spectacularly easy to spot.  And
then there was the trail of trouble she left behind her...  It
seemed like she couldn't walk three meters without shoving
someone, or poking something, or just waving her hand -- and when
she did, an argument started, or something broke, or once, even,
there was a horrifying screech of tires in the street.

*And no one even *looks* at her!* Megumi fumed, then blinked.  *A
tall blonde gaijin in red leather causing trouble everywhere she
goes, and no one notices her?  It's like she's invisible.  But
*I* can see her...*  Realization struck her suddenly.  *And I can
do something about all the trouble she's making.*

Never taking her eyes off the back of the demon's head, Megumi
wracked her brains for what little she'd learned about Mara's
weaknesses from Keiichi, Chris and the goddesses over the past
couple of weeks.

Two blocks down, on the other side of the road, a certain shop
with which she was familiar came into view, and Megumi grinned.

                              * * *

It wasn't her normal practice, but -- Mara reflected with a
malicious little grin -- there was no better way for a demon
first class to relax than simply walking among the animals and
personally adding just a little more misery to their short,
pointless, dirty little lives.  And it took so little effort to
reap such great crops of personal satisfaction!

She chuckled to herself as she idly waved a finger at a child's
toy robot.  It shattered in his hands, and as the boy began
crying his mother angrily berated him for breaking the plaything.
*I'll never get tired of seeing a child's smile turn to tears, or
watching an optimistic spirit get crushed by the mindless cruelty
of the world.  It gives me such a warm feeling to know that I
make a *real* difference in people's lives!*

*I just feel so fulfi...*  Mara never completed the thought
because at that moment something large, square and brown collided
with her, knocking her to the ground with unexpected force.  "Ow!
Fuck!" she growled as she rolled onto her back.  Directly
overhead was the bottom of a large cardboard box, and off to one
side of the box was a pair of clearly feminine legs tapering down
to white ankle socks and sneakers.  Two sets of delicate
fingertips maintained a precarious grip on opposite edges of the
box's bottom.

Somewhere around where Mara presumed a head would be, a female
voice muttered, "The hell?  What did I run into?  There's nothing
here!  Oh... uh-oh."  The box shifted and bulged, and as Mara's
eyes widened, an ominous rip appeared in the brown paper tape
sealing its bottom flaps.  "Oh no!" the anonymous female squealed
as the rip shot from one side of the box to another.

Several dozen plaster tanuki statues took advantage of this
moment to escape their confinement and rain down upon Mara.  With
the impact of each of the good luck tokens, the demon gave a
grunt of pain.  As they piled up over her body, she clenched her
teeth, squeezed her eyes tight, and suppressed a scream of mixed
fury and outrage.

"Oh my, oh no!" the mortal blathered on.  Mara kept her eyes shut
-- perhaps if she didn't see the damned things, they wouldn't
affect her as strongly.  She didn't actually believe that, but
not seeing what was happening would help her maintain what little
dignity she had left.  At least the girl couldn't see her -- she
could be thankful for that.

Until the blithering girl stepped on her hand, *twice*, while
trying to gather up the statuettes.  And then dropped the tanuki
again in the process, hitting several places on a humanoid body
that were still rather sensitive even *if* that body were a
celestial vessel instead of being naturally-grown.  Despite her
best efforts, Mara emitted squeaks of pain at the impacts as all
the while the girl kept muttering things like, "Oh, no, they
can't be damaged, don't let them be damaged, he'll *kill* me!"

Mara growled in frustration.  Until the fool girl gathered up
those damned tanuki statues, she was stuck here, flat on her
back, in the middle of the sidewalk, frozen in place by the holy
energy the blessed figurines emitted.

The girl stepped on her hand a *third* time, and this time Mara
cried out as all the mortal's weight came down upon it and
*stayed*.  Mara's eyes snapped open to see the back of the girl's
head as she straightened up from a crouch to her full height, and
then bowed to the elderly shopkeeper who had come out to
investigate the commotion.

Every motion of her body ground the girl's heel further into the
back of Mara's hand.  Her physical Vessel couldn't actually be
damaged by such a minor assault on it, but it still hurt like
hell, and Mara began imagining the horrors she would inflict on
the girl in retribution for this indignity.  She glared at the
back of the girl's head, as if the force of her gaze would start
the process early.

*That's odd.  She looks kind of familiar.*

"Excuse me, sir," Mara realized she was saying to the shopkeeper.
"I need to run back to the shop over there," she gestured but
Mara paid no attention to the direction indicated, "and get a new
box.  Would you please watch my tanuki for just a minute and make
sure no one steals them?"

"Certainly, child," the old man replied affably as Mara fumed.

"Thank you!  I'll be right back!"  The girl bowed again, then
turned on her heel -- the one still planted firmly on the back of
Mara's hand.  The demon gave up and howled at the pain as the
girl pushed off and ran down the street.

"Hurry, you bitch, so I can kill you when you get back!" Mara
screamed into the uncaring sky as dozens of tanuki stared
placidly at her.

                              * * *

Megumi ducked around a corner and dashed along one of the narrow
side streets that joined the main roads of the shopping district.
As soon as she was sure she was out of Mara's hearing, she fell
back against the side of a building and laughed herself silly.

When her laughter finally faded into gentle chuckles, Megumi
pushed herself to her feet and continued down the street at a
much more relaxed pace.  "Well, that's a good start," she
murmured to herself, a smile gracing her face.  So she wasn't a
Soldier.  She'd just proven that she could still get a little
revenge on Mara.  And boy, had it felt good.  Even if she *had*
had to spend all of her latest handout from the parents to do it.

She mused on just how much harder it might have been; apparently
the Celestial infusion Skuld had given her had done more than
just give her the ability to hear the Symphony -- the box of
tanuki figurines had to have weighed at least fifty or sixty
kilograms, but she'd had no problems at all lifting it.  Keeping
it from falling apart until the right time, yeah, that had been
tricky.  Actually carrying it and running into Mara with it, not
so much.

Strength like that could come in pretty handy.

With a pensive but sly smile, Megumi wondered what else about
herself might have been "improved" as well.

                              * * *

Tuesday, May 20, 1997, 7:28 PM

Swearing a blue streak, Mara stormed into the apartment she was
using as her base in Nekomi.  She slammed the door behind her so
hard that a pair of framed pictures on the walls to either side
of it shook and fell, their glass shattering and scattering over
the floor.

She didn't give it a second thought.  It was a furnished
apartment -- it wasn't like they were *hers*.

The damned girl had run off and never returned.  The old man had
watched the tanuki as he'd promised -- and discouraged *anyone*
from touching them for almost half an hour before he gave up and
gathered them himself.  And although he had incidentally freed
Mara from their influence in the process, she had cursed him and
his shop as soon as she was able, because the stupid ditz who'd
trapped her there had run off and never come back to take her
punishment.

...who'd trapped her...

*Trapped!*

"Dammit!" Mara screamed.  "The bitch set me up!"

And with that realization came another.

"That was Morisato's *sister*!"

Mara whirled, a savage snarl on her lips, and made a sharp,
violent gesture at the telephone, which obediently shot into her
hand.  She punched in an improbably long sequence of digits, each
thrust of her finger barely controlled enough to avoid damaging
the buttons.  Holding the receiver to her ear, she waited, fuming
and swearing under her breath, until it was answered.

"Garnash?" she growled into the receiver.  "Mara.  I want a
wardbreaker, and I want it *yesterday*."

                              * * *

Wednesday, May 21, 1997, 3:38 PM

I kicked off my shoes at the door and stuffed them in the cubby
that now had my name on it -- thanks to Urd, surprisingly enough.
Standing up straight, I yanked off my tie and drooped my way to
my room where I dumped it, my jacket, and the plastic portfolio
I'd bought to carry my resumes.  Then I stumbled into the
bathroom to splash cold water on my face.

That done, I felt somewhat refreshed and almost human, and I went
in search of company.  This I found in the person of Belldandy,
who was in the kitchen -- as she often was at this time of day.
I'd known she was there almost from the moment I'd entered the
house; she was softly singing to herself, although I couldn't
make out the words until I stuck my head in the door to see if I
would be in the way or not.

Luck was with me -- whatever dinner was tonight, it had not taken
over the kitchen to the point that my presence would interfere.
"Good afternoon!" I announced myself, a bit more brightly than I
actually felt.

Belldandy turned and smiled.  "Doug!  Good afternoon!"  She held
a large bowl in the crook of one arm and was slowly beating its
thick brown contents with a whisk held in the opposite hand.  The
greased and floured cake pans on the countertop gave away what
she was making.  "How did your job search go today?"

I shrugged, then sat down at the table which served as work
surface, informal dining and family meeting space.  "I had an
interview just after lunch with a Dr. Morozumi over at the NIT
robotics lab.  It was pretty grueling, but I think I might have a
chance -- he seemed reasonably impressed with me."

"Oh, that's wonderful!  Best of luck to you on it!" she declared.

"Thanks," I said with a slightly tired sigh.

Belldandy smiled reassuringly at me, then turned her attention
back to the cake batter.  She wasn't ignoring me -- the moment I
said something the conversation would be up and running again as
if there hadn't been a pause -- it was just a natural,
comfortable break in the flow.  And in that break, she began to
sing again.

It was, I believe, the first time I'd ever heard her soft singing
from close enough to make out the words, and I wasn't too
surprised to discover that they were entirely improvised.  It was
little more than a recap of the recipe turned into a song, almost
as though she were reminding herself of every step, but done so
in a way that didn't sound trite or childish.

You hear something like that done on a television show or in a
movie, and sometimes you want to cringe, because they try to make
it "real", but all they succeed at is "bad".  Well, this was
real, but it was a delight to hear, as though somehow she were
channeling all the pleasure she got from cooking for her siblings
and Keiichi into the song.  It felt like there was a faint trace
of magic in her song as well, and it made me think of all the
myths around the world which blended music and creation.  I
briefly wondered what it might do for my metatalent if someone
were to accompany her on some instrument.

As she finished beating and began to pour the batter into the
pans, I said, "You have a lovely voice."

"Thank you," she replied as she used a rubber spatula to scrape
every last bit of the rich brown batter out of the bowl.  "I get
a lot of practice -- many of the major magicks my sisters and I
work are focused through music."  She shot me a crinkle-eyed
smile.  "Not quite like yours are, of course."  Satisfied the
bowl was now perfectly empty, she set it down, then handed me the
spatula and the whisk.

"Huh.  I'd like to see that someday," I said as I accepted the
utensils and began licking chocolatey goodness off them.

Gently shaking the cake pans to level their contents, Belldandy
shrugged.  "You'd certainly be welcome to observe.  We don't do
that kind of casting very often, but perhaps something will come
up soon."

I nodded.  "Thanks."  I pursued a particularly recalcitrant drop
of batter around the wires of the whisk for a few moments before
I added, "So, do you know anything, well, pop, rock, that kind of
thing?"

Belldandy turned toward me with a mischievous glint in her eyes
and smiled.  "<Twenty-twenty-twenty-four hours to go,>" she sang
in English without preamble.

        "<I wanna be sedated
         Nothing to do, nowhere to go, oh...
         I wanna be sedated.>"

I burst out in delighted laughter, and I would have clapped if I
hadn't had a chocolate-coated kitchen implement in each hand at
the time.  "I would *never* have figured you for a Ramones fan."

As she turned back to the cake pans and carried them over to the
oven, she said, "Oh, I enjoy quite a lot of different kinds of
music."

Huh.  "Do you know any Metallica?" I asked, not sure if I were
genuinely curious or just making trouble.

Bell closed the oven, set the timer, and then laid a forefinger
to her chin as she thought about it.  "I don't think so."

I grinned.  "I know a few songs of theirs you might like which I
could teach you."

She smiled at me.  "I think I'd like that."

So I did.

                              * * *

By the time we were done with that, having sung the afternoon
away together, I was helping her make dinner.

Which is to say, she was letting me help much in the same way
that a mother lets her five-year-old help -- I was given tasks of
little danger or importance and kept out of the way of the grown-
up cooking.  I recognized it for what it was -- a polite but
territorial chef who nevertheless was enjoying my company and was
appreciative of my *willingness* to help, without actually
wanting to *indulge* it -- and I took no offense.

I also took advantage of the time to pump her for information on
Mara.  From the questions that Belldandy would answer, I got a
lot of data to consider, enough to start doing a first
approximation of a tactical evaluation.  Stuff like recent
history, behavioral traits (and boy, was the flirt I'd met *not*
what she usually was like), known magical abilities, and the
tactics she'd used the last few times they'd clashed.

As a side bonus, I also got a complete breakdown of the strange
categorization the Celestials used in that universe -- the "First
Class, Unlimited", "Second Class, Limited" stuff.  I noticed but
did not comment upon its almost perfect resemblance to the
Japanese system for drivers' licenses, and I wondered if whoever
were responsible for implementing it had been having just a
little too much fun that day.  Maybe one too many flagons at the
meadhall before going back to the desk after lunch...  Or would
that be bowls of ambrosia?  I'm not sure -- I never did get a
definite answer as to who in which pantheon or pantheons had set
up the classification system.  Or *why,* come to think of it...

But I digress.  I got a fair amount of information on Mara, with
most of it focusing on their mutual history after Belldandy
responded to Keiichi's wish -- particularly Mara's activities
during that time, at least the ones they knew of.

I did notice, though, that while there were broad hints that Mara
and the goddesses had known each other for quite a while before
that point, Belldandy proved more than a little reticent to cover
the topic.  After several of my verbal probes into the area were
deftly deflected, I studied the back of her head for a few
moments.

"Is there something you're not telling me, Belldandy?" I asked
quietly as she quickly and deftly sliced vegetables.  "Something
about Mara you don't want me to know?"

I didn't mention her oath to me, but I didn't have to.

Belldandy didn't turn around, nor did she hesitate.  "Yes," she
replied in a voice as soft as my own.

I took a moment to think it through before I asked, "Does it
affect how I might defend myself or others against her?"

She stopped chopping, but still did not turn around.  She tilted
her head to the right, rippling her long, long hair all the way
down to her calves.  I counted five before she finally said, "Not
that I can see, no."

I nodded to myself.  Fair enough.

"Then I don't need to know it," I said.

She let out a long breath, and started slicing again.  A moment
later, she said, "Thank you."

I smiled.  "You're welcome."

                              * * *

Nekomi Institute of Technology campus, Friday, May 23, 1997,
12:35 PM

As I've mentioned already, the job search did not produce
immediate results -- a fact that I tried not to let get me down,
with mixed success.  Belldandy apparently noticed, though, and
the next thing I knew, I had a regular lunch date.  Either
together with Keiichi, or just by herself when his class schedule
wouldn't allow it, Belldandy (basket in hand) would inevitably
find me along about noontime every day that I went out on
interviews.  Next thing I'd know, I'd have a goddess' arm looped
through mine, and I'd be led -- gently but firmly -- to an ideal
spot for a picnic, no matter where we were.  Somehow, there was
always at least a small plaza with a table handy, or a perfectly-
sized patch of grass that got sun at just the right time.

Not long afterward a tablecloth or blanket would be adorned with
a small but veritable banquet.  As time went by and Belldandy
grew better acquainted with my preferences, the selection evolved
and mutated, but no matter what she laid out, it was, well,
excellent.

And it didn't take me long to notice that on those days during
which my job search had been or was about to be particularly
frustrating, the selection was always strongly biased in favor of
those favorites and comfort foods of mine that she'd discovered.
It made me wonder at times just how close a watch the three
goddesses were keeping on me.  But I also realized that despite
whatever they could foresee, they were also pointedly *not*
interfering.

I appreciated that, insofar as the paranoia that still lurked in
the back of my mind allowed me.  The fact that a perfect job
*hadn't* appeared the first day, or even the first week, did a
lot to assure me that I was proceeding entirely on my own merits,
and not getting an unwanted and unfair divine hand.

It made finally finding a position that much sweeter than it
would have been had they decided to "help" me.

So it was that I was in a brilliantly good mood that Friday late
in May when I stepped out of the front door to the Engineering
Quadrangle to find that my usual lunch partners had already set
up a picnic on the lawn in front of the building.  I waved to
them, then jogged over to join them.

I toed off my loafers and stepped onto the blanket, dropping to
my knees and clasping Keiichi's shoulder briefly as I said hello.
Belldandy turned one of her brilliant smiles on me and giggled as
I half-bowed over her hand and kissed it with a gallantry that
was somewhere between half-past mock and a quarter to serious.

Keiichi was openly chuckling by the time I straightened up.
"With that kind of greeting," he said, "you *must* have good
news."

"Do you think so, Keiichi?" Belldandy asked him, then turned to 
me and clasped her hands under her chin, her eyes opening wide 
and shining to match her smile.  "Did you find something, Doug? 
I do hope so!"

I grinned silently for a few moments, but then relented.  "Good
news I have," I said.  "Morozumi-sensei called me back for a
second interview, which is always a good sign.  But even better,
when we were done he flat out offered me a job as his new lab
assistant.  It doesn't pay a *lot*, but it's enough to let me
contribute meaningfully to the household finances.  *And* it's in
my field of expertise, to boot."  I settled myself in a little
more on the blanket.  "Even better, I start immediately."

Keiichi looked up from where he'd been salivating over the food
Belldandy was setting out.  "Immediately?" he asked.

I nodded.  "Yup.  As soon as I'm done here with you and lunch, I
head back into the lab and go right to work."  I chuckled.  "He's
apparently rather short-handed."

Belldandy clapped her hands.  "I'm so happy for you."

"Yeah," Keiichi added.  "That's really good news."

"And I have you to thank, Keiichi -- you and Skuld," I continued.
"If you hadn't suggested checking the admin building for extra
listings, I'd've never found it.  And without Skuld's paperwork I
never would have gotten it."  I smiled thoughtfully.  "If there
were a Norse or Asatru temple nearby, I'd go and make an offering
in thanks, but since there aren't, I guess I'll just have to hug
the stuffings out of her when I get back to the temple tonight."

Keiichi's eyebrows shot up.  "She'll complain if you try that."

"Yeah, probably," I agreed.  "Which is what'll make it fun to
do."

Both of them chuckled at that, and as Belldandy started serving
lunch, I added, "It's so close to perfect that I am, of course,
naturally suspicious that certain lovely ladies of my
acquaintance did something magical to make it turn out that way,
but I am too happy about it to make a fuss.  Or even inquire
closely."  Although I was pretty sure by this point that it was
not the case, I was not above doing a little teasing.  I took the
bento that Belldandy handed me, and looked her directly in the
eye as I said, "Thank you."

She blushed, smiled, and looked away.

                              * * *

Tarikihonganji Temple Complex, Friday, May 23, 1997, 7:25 PM

"No, I can't, sorry," Keiichi replied regretfully.  "The sempais
need me at the clubhouse tonight."  His voice was filled with
obvious resignation.

He stood in the temple yard with Chris and Doug, and glanced
anxiously over his shoulder at the gate.  Inside the house behind
them, Belldandy was cleaning up from a dinner that had included
Megumi.  From what he understood, the goddesses and his sister
were planning on some kind of private talk, during which Chris
and Doug had planned to go out and celebrate Doug's new job.

Chris rolled his eyes.  "What do Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber
need you to do this time?  MacGyver up a formula one racer from
paper towel rolls?  Clean the work bays with a toothbrush?"

"Cut down the mightiest tree on the campus with a herring?" Doug
added, garnering a deeply puzzled look from Keiichi and an
annoyed one from Chris.  Doug simply grinned insouciantly.

Keiichi shrugged.  "They never tell me until the last moment," he
sighed.

"You've got to stop this, man."  Chris pointed a finger at
Keiichi's face; having gotten used to the Canadian and his habits
over the previous year, Keiichi didn't flinch or frown at what to
a native Japanese was at the very least an impolite gesture.
"Every time you pull off the impossible for them, they up the
ante.  They're going to get you killed."

"I am what I am," Keiichi said with a lopsided grin.  "I must be
true to my nature, as Belldandy says."

Doug clapped him on the shoulder.  "You're a better man than I
am, Hunka Tin.  Me, I'd've strung them up by their ears after one
too many of those stunts.  Then again, that's being true to *my*
nature."  He looked thoughtful.  "You know, I *could* do that for
you right now, if you'd like.  So you can come on out with us,
that is."  He cheerfully ignored the glare that Chris shot him.

Keiichi couldn't tell if Doug were joking or not.  He quickly
shook his head and waved his hands rapidly in front of himself.
"Oh, no, no thanks. That's okay.  It's really not a problem."

"Oh well."  Doug suddenly put his hands on Keiichi's shoulders,
spun him around to face the gate, and gave him a gentle push.
"You go have fun then."

"Don't stay out too late," Chris added with a sudden burst of
mischievousness.

"And call so we know where you are."

"And don't spend too much."

"And don't leave with anyone we don't know."

"And don't drink anything that anyone you don't know gives you."

"And don't drive with anybody who looks like they might be
drunk."

"And don't..."  Laughing, Keiichi dashed out the gate before he
could hear any more of the mock-parental litany.

Back in the yard, Doug shared a grin with Chris.  "Nicely done."

"Thank you."

"I didn't think you had it in you," Doug continued with a smirk.

Chris pulled himself to his full height in simulated offense.
"I, sir, am a wild party.  I happen to be a pretty relaxed and
funny guy when I'm not busy reacting to Captain Jumps-to-
Conclusions."

Doug winced and cringed.  "Ow.  I guess I deserve that."  He
straightened.  "So, relaxed and funny guy, do you know any good
places we can celebrate?"

Chris nodded.  "Follow me."

                              * * *

"...and then suddenly I just *knew* -- I had to turn it just
*so*, and then say *these* words, and then twist it like *so*,
and turn it like *so*, and say *those* words."  Chris shrugged,
then took a long swig from his beer.  "The scales leveled out,
and Mara started swearing a blue streak.  Keiichi came back to
his senses, and we got everything cleared up right away."

"Huh."  I shook my head, and took a good pull on my soda.  "And
you still don't know who it was who told you?"

"Nope," Chris leaned his chair back on two legs as he took on a
speculative look.  "No one's talked at least, and believe me, I
accused just about everyone whose spheres include magic, might
relate to magic, or even hint at magic.  I even badgered the poor
sod who watches over *stage* magicians, just on the off chance."
He made a sort of "oh well" gesture with both hands.  "I'm sure
someone's pulling a fast one on me, probably the Boss himself,
but hey, I'm not arguing with the results."

I nodded and drank more cola.  "I still can't believe I can take
Mara out with *disco music*."   I shook my head again, but this
time with a grin.  "Next time I run into her while I've got my
helmet, I know exactly what I'm going to do."

Chris looked dubious and a little pitying.  "You've got disco in
that thing?"  He paused.  "My sympathies."

"Disco, blues, jazz, rock, classical -- you name it.  Just like
Sister Mary Ocarina."  I grinned wider at the confusion on his
face.

"Sister Mary say what?"

I made a dismissive gesture.  "Extremely obscure less-than-pop
culture reference.  Don't worry about it."

"If you say so."  He brought his chair back down to all four legs
and looked at his watch.  "Ten o'clock," he announced.  "You may
not have to work tomorrow, but *I* have early classes to slack
through.  And speaking of your work, congrats again."

"Thanks," I said, and lifted my soda up to him in something
halfway between a toast and a salute.  I waited until he clinked
his mug against it, and then drained it dry.  "Time to call it a
night, then."

Chris drained his beer in one sustained gulp, and went to slam
the glass mug down on the tabletop, only catching himself at the
last moment.  "Damn," he said, and then burped slightly.  "Excuse
me!"  He lifted the mug again and studied it.  "I've really got
to stop drinking with Thor.  This stuff is like *water* to me
now."

                              * * *

Tarikihonganji Temple Complex, Friday, May 23, 1997, 10:27 PM

In their rush to get back out the front door of the house, Doug
and Chris both tried to go through it at the same time, got
wedged in it together, backed up, tried to go through it at the
same time *again*, and got stuck again.

Feminine laughter echoed down the hall behind them.

Growling at each other, they twisted sideways so that Chris
spilled out the door onto the engawa, while Doug fell backwards
onto the hallway floor.  He immediately launched himself
headfirst through the door, did a forward roll, and came to a
stop seated on the edge of the wooden walkway.

On the other side of the stone block that served as the step up
to the house, Chris was settling himself down as well.  "That
was..." he muttered, more to himself than to Doug.

Doug heard him anyway.  "Disturbing?  Scary?  Something Man was
not Meant to See?" he offered.

"No," Chris snapped, glaring half-heartedly at the older man.
"Something I didn't want to get caught up in.  At all."

Without looking at him, Doug nodded and shuddered theatrically.
"Agreed."

                              * * *

As Keiichi pulled into the temple grounds at close to eleven PM,
he spied Doug and Chris sitting together on the engawa, a little
to one side of the main entrance.  From what he could tell, they
were apparently engrossed in a conversation.  He parked his bike,
dismounted, and strolled over.

As he got closer, he realized that he could hear shrieks of
feminine laughter from inside the house.  Both men, he noticed,
were looking at him and wearing bemused smiles.  "You don't want
to go in there," Doug said before Keiichi could greet them.

Keiichi stopped with one foot on the step.  "I don't?"

A throaty squeal that sounded suspiciously like Urd drifted out
into the yard, and the two men traded glances.  "No," Chris
replied.  "You don't."

Keiichi gave the entrance a dubious look.  "Why not?"

"The Fates," Doug intoned dramatically, "are having a pillow
fight."

One foot still on the step, Keiichi goggled at him.

"And when the Fates have a pillow fight, mortals *die*," Chris
concluded in an ominous rasp.

"Really?"  In spite of himself, Keiichi felt his eyes go wide.
Then he fell over backwards when a down-filled, queen-sized,
medium-firm ComfortSoft flew through the door and smacked him
square in the face.

They watched him lie there for a moment.  Then Doug grinned and
said, "Nah.  But it sounds good, doesn't it?"

Keiichi removed the pillow from his face, slowly rose to a
sitting position, and considered glaring at their guest.

"Oh, dear!"  Belldandy appeared at the door, a stricken look upon
her face.  Megumi peered out from behind her, one hand over her
mouth obviously smothering giggles, the other holding a pillow by
a corner.  "I'm *so* sorry, Keiichi!  I didn't mean to hit you
with that!"

As she helped him to his feet, Chris stood up and stretched.
"Okay, that's it.  You four have been enjoying yourselves for the
last half-hour or so and that's *more* than long enough.  I'm
exercising big-brother privilege -- it's time for bed for all of
you."

"You're not *my* big brother," Megumi said defiantly.

Chris stared down at her tiny form from his full six-foot-plus
height. "I'm a brother, and I'm big.  That's good enough for
*me*."  His expression softened.  "Look, guys, fun is fun, but
I've got *classes* tomorrow morning!"

"And *I* have big-brother privilege over you, Megumi," Keiichi
interjected quietly but with a gentle good humor.  He had one
hand in Belldandy's and the other still clutched the errant
pillow.  "C'mon, it's late."

Megumi deflated, then snorted and smiled.  "Yeah, I guess you're
right."

"Of course he's right," Doug offered from his seat on the engawa.
"It's the word of god, after all."

Megumi growled playfully and hit him in the face with the pillow
she still carried.

                              * * *

Sunday, May 25, 1997, 9:43 AM

I suppose that Skuld's workshop was bespelled so that it would be
reasonably comfortable to work in no matter the weather outside.
That's just a guess, not a declaration; my magesight was -- and
still is -- too crude for me to identify specific spell effects;
all I could tell was that the shed was thoroughly warded and
enchanted.  And having seen her furnace and forge appear from a
simple wooden wall and floor, I knew that already *without*
taking the time to see if it glowed on the magical level.

In any case, the point was moot -- with the shed door open, the
late May morning was the perfect temperature for light labor,
which was (fortunately) what we were doing.  The forging of the
new frame components had been finished a few days earlier, and
after a day or so of careful welding, it now sat completely
assembled on a stand in the middle of the floor.  Skuld had
cobbled the stand together from handy chunks of scrap steel -- it
didn't need to do much more than hold the cycle steady at a
comfortable height to work at, but it did it well.

The sunlight streaming through the open doors set the bronze-hued
metal all a-sparkle, and bathed Skuld's raven hair, turning it
into a gleaming sable halo.  Accompanying the torrent of light
was a fresh spring breeze, which somehow combined with the scents
of oil and hot metal to produce an improbably pleasant blend,
like an exotic perfume intended for a gas station attendant.

The task before us that morning was installing (and in some cases
*re*-installing) the various cables and lines and wiring that ran
the length of the bike.  As per our agreement, Skuld was once
again hard at work, although by this point I think that the
promise I'd forced out of her was no longer her primary
motivation -- the excitement of the project, especially in the
wake of the ideas she and Megumi had come up with, had taken hold
of her and was now driving her.

Chris and I were both there, freshly showered after a morning
kenjutsu lesson.  Our role thus far had mostly been watching
Skuld's energetic work, but occasionally we'd provided an extra
hand or two for particularly complex or recalcitrant parts of the
job.

Megumi was also present, but was not directly involved in the
work on the floor -- Skuld had her at the back of the shop
fabricating some parts.  I hadn't paid attention to what she was
supposed to be making, but she was working at the metal lathe on
and off. There was some kind of aural dampening field around the
machine so while she had on heavy ear protectors (along with
shatterproof goggles), only the faintest droning whine reached us
where we sat in the middle of the floor ten feet away.

I glanced over at Skuld, who was on her knees with her head
practically inside the frame of the motorcycle.  A thin bundle of
brightly-colored wires was looped several times around one small
hand, while the other was busily engaged in stuffing the end of
the bundle somewhere deep within the bike.  Turning my head, I
looked at Chris, who took that same moment to lift his eyes from
the wiring harness he was working on and look back at me.

I grinned and waggled my eyebrows mischievously.  His went up a
little, as if to say, "Okay, what are you planning?"  I turned
the grin into flash of a smile, and then shifted my attention
back to Skuld.  She'd been so focused that she'd completely
missed the byplay between us.

I waited a couple minutes, then idly, conversationally, I said,
in English, "You remind me of the girl."  It had to be English,
it wouldn't work in Japanese.

Skuld's head popped up and she looked at me over the top of the
frame.  Her mouth opened and she shot me a curious look, but
before she could ask, Chris did.  "What girl?"

I turned slightly and looked him straight in the eye, wondering
if he'd get the reference.  "The girl with the power."

I saw the light come on, and he grinned at me.  Skuld saw it and
scowled, realizing already that we both had a script and she
didn't.

"What power?" he asked knowingly, and I smiled conspiratorially.

I turned back to Skuld.  "The power of voodoo."

"Hoodoo?" she asked in spite of herself.  As I'd expected she
would, she used English because we were.

"You do."

"Do what?" she demanded, exasperated.

"Remind me of the girl!" Chris and I chorused together.

Skuld stared at us for a long moment.  Then she growled and went
back to work.

I couldn't help it.  I started laughing at the expression of
confused outrage on her face.  Chris joined me, and after a
moment, Skuld herself began snickering.  We didn't get much work
done for the next few minutes, but you know, I don't think any of
us cared.  What was built in those few minutes I think turned out
to be just as important as my bike.

When we had managed to trail off to simple chuckles, Chris turned
to me.  "You, sir, are a very silly person.  I respect that."

I inclined my head with a smile.  "From you, sir, I shall take
that as a compliment of the highest caliber."

"Oh, cut it out, you two!" Skuld groused, only half-seriously.
"I think I liked it better when you were nasty to each other all
the time."

I rolled my eyes melodramatically, which got me a broader grin
from Chris.  "So," I asked, ignoring Skuld's complaint, "which
movie did *you* know that routine from?"

"*Labyrinth,*" he replied.  "Bowie's 'Magic Dance' number."

I nodded.  "Too dangerously musical for me, more's the pity from
what I hear.  *I* got it from the original source -- 'The
Bachelor and the Bobby-soxer'."

Chris nodded.  "You can't go wrong with the classics," he intoned
sagely.

"What are you two *talking* about?" Skuld enquired testily from
the other side of the motorcycle.

"Where the routine we just pulled on you came from," Chris
answered.

"Surely you didn't think we came up with that on the fly, did
you?" I added.

"No, I didn't.  And don't call me 'Shirley'!"  She smirked at us
over the top of the frame.

"Oooh... She's got potential," I said to Chris.

"But she needs training," he replied.

"There're a lot of gods of time, but none for comedy," I
volleyed.

"We can petition to have her reassigned," he offered.

"But only if she can do the job."

"It's a difficult job, but I'm sure she's up to it."

"'Skuld Punchline-maker'.  What do you think?"

"Mm.  Could work."

"You think your boss will go for it?"

"He does like a good joke..."

"Talk about comedy," Skuld groused.  "*You two* sound like a
stand-up team."  She looked like she couldn't decide whether to
laugh or snarl.

I flicked an amused look over at Chris.  "So, who's on first?"

He didn't miss a beat.  "What's on second?"

"I don't know!" I zinged back.

"Third base!" we crowed together, and started laughing.  Skuld
looked disgusted at first, but the laughter was infectious, and
it took only a few seconds before she was giggling with us again.
It was a good, comfortable group laughter, the kind you share
with friends.

It took a minute or so for us to settle back down, with only the
occasional snicker.  Chris, who had laughed perhaps the most of
the three of us when he saw that Skuld had joined the fun, rubbed
his eyes.  "Whoa," he grunted.  "Overdid it some there, I'm a bit
woozy."

Skuld's eyebrows shot up and her smile vanished.  "Woozy,
'Niichan?"

He grimaced, still rubbing.  "Yeaahh... like I just stood up too
fast.  Laughed too hard, I guess.  I..."  He stopped short,
dropped his hand, shook his head, and blinked his eyes several
times as if trying to clear them. "I..." he tried again.  "...I
feel weird."

"Oh, no..." Skuld breathed.

I shot a glance at her.  "'Oh, no'?"

"'S nothing..." Chris continued, his voice slurring slightly.  I
was already turning and reaching for him when he added, "I..."
and his eyes snapped open wide.  I barely had time to catch his
shoulders and keep him from cracking his head on the floor as his
body went stiff and started convulsing violently.  Skuld was
there at his side barely a moment after me.  I laid him down as
gently as I could before the force of his gyrations tore him out
of my hands, and stepped back, helpless in the face of what
looked like a grand mal epileptic seizure.

"Megumi!" Skuld bellowed as she tried to cradle Chris's wildly-
shaking head in her arms.  There was a palpable pulse of power in
her voice.  "Get Belldandy!  Now!"

                              * * *

Megumi most expressly did *not* whistle while she worked under
normal circumstances, but these were *not* normal circumstances.
The precision machining task that Skuld had set her to was both
critical to the rebuild and a challenge to her skills, but she
was meeting it with a glee that she'd only barely felt in
previous projects.  *This, *this* is what it means to serve
Technology,* she realized.  *To build the future with my bare
hands and the tools of a master.*

She glanced over to the center of the shop, where Skuld, Chris
and Doug were seated on the floor, laughing, as they surrounded
the still-skeletal frame of what was going to be the most
advanced motorcycle in the world.

She smiled at that thought.  The most advanced motorcycle in the
world.

And *she* was building it.

Well, part of it.

Still smiling, she turned her attention back to the wave guides
Skuld had asked her to fabricate.  She was still roughing this
one out, but in a minute or two she'd have to pay special
attention to make sure it came out exactly right.

She was intently concentrating on the delicate work at hand when
Skuld's voice suddenly rang in her ears, impossibly cutting right
through the acoustic field, the howl of the lathe, and the
professional-grade ear protectors she wore.

"Megumi!  Get Belldandy!  Now!"

As if Skuld's voice had hooked directly into her nervous system,
Megumi found herself involuntarily spinning away from the lathe,
the cutting tool in her hand sending up a shriek of protest as it
sliced across the once-pristine perfection of the half-formed
wave guide, leaving behind a coiling length of spall and a
hideous gouge.  On its own, one of her hands reached out and
slapped the lathe's huge red emergency shut-off button as the
other ripped off her the hearing protectors.  The next thing she
knew, Megumi found herself dashing around the motorcycle and out
the door. Something had been going on -- out of the corner of her
eye she had seen Chris laying on the floor shaking and writhing --
but she couldn't stop to look, because all that mattered to her
was getting to the house and finding Belldandy.

Once in the sun she sprinted full speed across the yard and flung
herself into the house.  Belldandy was in the kitchen, Megumi
knew it almost instinctively, and she skidded to a halt at the
door.  "Bell!" she gasped.  "Workshop.  Skuld needs you.  Sent
me," she added between heaving, panting breaths.

"Oh my!"  Belldandy laid down the knife she'd had in hand, and 
immediately stepped to Megumi's side.  Graceful, delicate fingers 
gently touched her face.  "You have served your mistress well, 
Megumi," Belldandy whispered. "Rest now."

Exhaustion suddenly flooded her body as Belldandy swept past her,
and Megumi collapsed, clinging desperately to the doorjamb in an
effort to remain vertical.  For the first time since Skuld's
voice had... "grabbed her brain" was the only way she could
describe it -- for the first time since then, she could actually
*think* of something other than finding Belldandy.

*Skuld gave me an order.*  The thought ran through her brain as
she slowly brought her breathing under control.  *And it just...
*took me over*.  I had no choice, I was just... executing her
command.  Automatically.  Until Belldandy released me.*  For the
first time she truly realized what the goddesses and Chris had
meant about losing some of her free will.

Suddenly it didn't seem as though she'd made that great a deal
after all.

                              * * *

Megumi was out of the shop like a shot, and a short eternity of
convulsions later Belldandy showed up, dashing through the door
in a way that somehow blended worried haste and utter graceful
serenity in a single efficient pace.  A panicked-looking Urd was
right behind her, which was fortunate because it took all three
of the goddesses working together to stop -- or at least calm --
Chris's seizures.

I was expecting that they'd tap me to carry the big lug back to
his bed, but I was pleasantly surprised when they levitated him
instead.  I trailed along behind and at the door I met up with
Megumi, now devoid of her ear protectors and goggles.  She looked
a little freaked out and more than a little shaky.  Having felt
the power in Skuld's voice when she'd told the older girl to get
Bell, I figured I had a good idea why she was disturbed.

"Is he going to be okay?" she asked, her eyes following the
floating Canadian down the hallway.

"I don't know.  We'll have to ask the girls."  I offered a 
supporting arm, and wrapped it around her shoulders when she 
accepted.  I was momentarily surprised to realize how tiny she 
really was -- the top of her head barely reached my shoulder. 
Together we continued onwards to Chris's room, arriving just in 
time to see Urd cast a spell that swapped his clothes for sleep 
wear.  (One tiny, snarky corner of my mind was far from surprised 
that Urd had such a spell in her repertoire.)  Then they 
levitated him into the bed and pulled the covers up to his chin.

The goddesses then each took a turn kissing Chris's forehead
before quietly slipping out of the room.  To my utter surprise,
Megumi wriggled out from under my arm and added her own, before
staggering back to reclaim my support.

Before the goddesses closed the door behind them, I got a glance
at his face -- he looked peaceful, like he'd simply fallen asleep.
For all I knew he *was* asleep by now.  I hoped he was.

A few minutes later I was seated at the low table in the dining
room.  Megumi, still shaken from what I could tell, had chosen to
sit on the engawa and after seeing to it that she was okay, I
went back in.  I found the goddesses all in their accustomed
places, with fresh cups of tea in front of them, tea Belldandy
could *not* possibly have had time to prepare.

A fourth was placed at my usual seat.  I nodded at the implicit
invitation and dropped down onto the cushion.  I wrapped my
fingers around the little ceramic cup, letting near-painful heat
of the tea seep into my hands.

"So," I said after a few minutes of the kind of silence you find
in hospital waiting rooms.  "What was *that* all about?"

After a moment's hesitation, and a shared glance between the
sisters, Belldandy told me.

It took her nearly ten minutes.

"You've got to be shitting me," I said when she was done, despite
her oath to me.  "You *can not* be serious."

"We're very serious," Belldandy said gravely.  "This is as things
are, and as they must be."

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed.  "<I'll take your
word for it, Scarlett, ma'am,>" I said in English.  "But trust
me, every time I learn something more about the life and habits
of the gods, it just gets stranger and stranger."

She smiled, a little sadly I thought, even as Urd snickered and
Skuld emitted a brief little giggle.  "If you think so,"
Belldandy said.  "But you must admit, mortals sometimes look
almost as strange to us."

"But most of the time, we don't get the chance to sample your
side of things," I pointed out, involuntarily glancing in the
direction of Chris's room.

"True enough," she replied, nodding.  She paused a moment, then
went on in a softer voice.  "I would ask you to give me your oath
not to speak of this -- to Chris or anyone else -- until it's
complete."

I hardly thought about it before I answered, "I so swear."

It was only because it was Belldandy asking, of course.

                              * * *

Monday, May 26, 1997, 6:14 PM

I'm not sure exactly what the three of them had done to Chris,
but he woke up the next morning completely fine, and completely
unaware that he'd lost an entire day.  I'm not sure how his mind
handled that -- and I didn't question him at all for fear of
messing up whatever delicate balancing act Belldandy and the
others were performing with his mental state.  While he seemed to
acknowledge that there *had* been a Sunday, he didn't seem to
know or want to dwell on what might have happened therein, and
switched immediately and seamlessly to any other topic at hand.

If I hadn't known what was going on, I'd probably have been
furious at what was clearly mental manipulation.  But as
improbable as it seemed, Belldandy had sworn blood-oath to tell
me Truth, so I had to trust her description of the problem and
the needfulness of what they were doing.

But, brother!  What a way to run a railroad!

Accepting the truth of what she told me, and not worrying about
it, those were two different things, though.  I spent the hour or
so between getting home and dinnertime on Monday sitting on the
engawa just turning the whole ferkokter mess over and over in my
head.  Mind you, I wasn't looking for an out to the oath I made
to Belldandy.  I was just trying to find some kind of sense in it
all.

I couldn't find any.

I really hate the word "ineffable".  As far as I'm concerned,
it's the ultimate weasel-word, a cop-out for people who don't
want to explain something, and don't want you to question their
lack of explanation.  The very concept that something is beyond
human understanding offends me in a way that few things or people
ever have.  But it was looking more and more like the only thing
to call the reasoning behind what Chris was going through.

Either that, or Chris's Boss was a 24-karat lunatic.

Or both.

So there I was, on the Group W bench...  Sorry, I mean, there I
was on the engawa, trying not to blow any (more) mental circuit
breakers, and basking in the enticing scents starting to drift
out of the kitchen.  I was just starting to give up on useless
theological speculation for the evening when I heard it.

An Ami-Rachel argument.

About two blocks away and approaching fast, judging from the
volume.

I groaned and dragged my hand down my face.  Chris *so* didn't
need their shit right now, even if he didn't know it.

                              * * *

Rachel and Ami both paused for breath as they pushed open the
gate and stepped into the temple yard.  They glared at each
other, more out of force of habit than for any actual reason, as
the stepped through together almost in lockstep.

Behind them, the gate slammed shut, and the wooden latch fell
into place with its distinctive clatter.

"Do you two do this crap *all* the time?" came an irritated male
voice from behind them.  Rachel yelped in surprise, and Ami spun
about, her fists clenched.

Behind them, leaning against the wall next to the gate with his
arms crossed and one knee bent to put a booted foot up against
the stone, was Doug Sangnoir.  "I mean, *really,*" he continued.
"It's annoying, tedious, *and* unattractive."  He wearily pushed
off from the wall and stuck his hands in his pockets.  "I mean,
yes, you guys have a bum deal, and yes, it sucks, and yes, you
don't like it."

"What do you *you* know about it, huh?" Ami demanded.

"Yeah!" Rachel added.  They shot each other a momentary nasty
look.

He tilted his head and gave them a look that clearly said, "are
you idiots or what?"  "I know *everything* about it.  None of you
three were all that reticent about telling me, remember?"

Ami unclenched her fists and reached up to rub the back of her
neck.  "Oh, yeah, right."

"Look," Doug said softly, fatigue in his voice suddenly plain.
"Can I give you guys a little advice?"

Ami fixed him with a suspicious look.  "What's that?"

Doug sighed.  "It's suggestions offered by one person to another
in an attempt to be helpful, but that's not important right now.
You told me that you two are stuck until you either give up or
Chris makes a choice, right?"

"Right," Rachel said, trading brief glares with Ami.

"Okay."  He rubbed his eyes.  "Try being, if not friends, at
least *civil* to each other.  From my privileged outsider's point
of view, your mutual sniping just irritates him.  He's not going
to pick either of you if he's irritated at *both* of you, you
know."

"I suppose," Ami grudgingly admitted, and Rachel echoed her.

"But!"  He held up a finger.  "Don't go all the way in the other
direction by trying some stupid sitcom 'who can be nicer'
competition.  That's going to irritate him just as much, because
he's going to see it's exactly the same behavior, only with fake
smiles pasted over it.  Just... treat each other with a little
respect, and try to leave the other person with the dignity you
would like them to leave you with."

"Well, that's all well and good until he decides," Rachel
grumbled.  "Then what good is dignity?"

"It means less pain," Doug said gently.  "It means you at least
won't have to suffer a twist of the knife if you lose.  And maybe
you get to keep two friends afterwards.

"Then again..." he added thoughtfully.  "Tell me, girls, do
either of you know anything about Boolean algebra?"

They shared a glance of mutual puzzlement at the radical change
in subject.  "A little," Rachel admitted.  "From a programming
course I took."

Doug nodded.  "Then you know the difference between XOR and OR,
right?"

"Sure!  XOR is 'exclusive or' -- A or B but not both.  And OR
is..."  Her eyes suddenly widened and she started shaking her
head.  "Oh, no.  Oh, no no no..."

"'Oh no' what?" Ami demanded.  "What's he talking about?"

"No!" Rachel shouted.  "No way!"

Doug shrugged.  "It's possible."

"What is?" Ami asked in growing agitation.

Rachel pointed to her.  "I'm *not* sharing!"

Ami's eyebrows shot up into her hair.  "*What*?" she shrieked.

"There are two different kinds of 'OR' in computer programming,
*and* in language," Doug explained calmly.  "One that allows only
for one alternative or the other, and one that allows for either
alternative -- or *both* together.  From what you've told me of
Belldandy's analysis of the wish, it seems to me that you've got
a simple OR situation here, not an XOR.  You," he pointed at
Rachel, "might be Chris's true love.  Or *you*," he swung his
hand to point at Ami, "might be it.  *Or*," and he raised both
hands to point at the two of them simultaneously, "you *both*
might be his true loves together."

He winced at the resulting dual shriek of outrage, and waited
patiently for the flood of objections and accusations to subside
somewhat.  "Look," he finally said.  "If it *is* both of you,
that doesn't require that you two feel *anything* for one
another, since it's *his* feelings that are the linchpin.  But
wouldn't it be better if you were at least polite to each other?
It would make *him* happier, and presumably, his happiness is
important to you.

"And as far as sharing him is concerned, isn't half a happiness
better than no happiness at all?"

Then he frowned.  "On the other hand, if you want to be *really*
self-centered about it, it's entirely possible that until the
situation is resolved, the two of you are effectively immortal.
And since you both have to be around for that, wouldn't it make
things better for everyone -- not the least *yourselves* -- if
you were on good terms with each other between now and the end of
time?"

                              * * *

They walked off together quietly, both looking to be deep in
thought.  I found that a little surprising -- I would have
thought that surely *someone* must have brought *some* of those
points up to them before, but apparently not.

I wondered what would have happened if I'd mentioned my final
speculation -- that the two of them acted more like squabbling
best friends than rivals who hated each other's guts.

They probably would have killed me.

There's only so much truth the human mind can handle, after all.

Still, whatever that wish *really* did in the long term, it
*would* be better if they were friends -- or at least polite to
each other -- through it all.

In the mean time, I now had at least some hope that they would
stop screeching endlessly at each other.  That was sufficient
payoff for meddling, as far as I was concerned.  Playing the part
of the all-knowing grandfatherly advisor was *so* not my style,
and I intended to do as little of it as possible.  Except, of
course, when it made my life easier or a little more pleasant.

                              * * *

As soon as they were out of sight and earshot of Sangnoir, Rachel
and Ami shared a glance and a nod, and went into a huddle.  Their
conversation was marked by a quiet, serious intensity thoroughly
unlike their usual interactions.

After a brief but furious discussion there was a pause followed
by a round of jan-ken-pow followed by another shared nod, and
then they shook hands.  Had there been an observer nearby, he
would have noted oddly identical expressions of mixed reluctance
and determination on both their faces.

                              * * *

Chris glared at the lawnmower, and went over the checklist in his
mind.  *New spark plug.  Done.  Drain last year's oil and fill
reservoir with new.  Check.  Top off gas tank.  Duh.*  He half-
heartedly kicked one of the large wheels at the back of the
mower, then double-checked the throttle for the fifth time.  "Why
the fnord won't you start?" he growled.

"Oh, Chriiiis..." two familiar voices sang out with a surprising
harmony.  Chris's danger senses pinged and he shot up straight
from where he had been studying the recalcitrant four-stroke
engine.  Spinning in place, he spied Ami and Rachel approaching
him, in perfect step with each other and wearing broad, inviting
smiles.

And not a word of argument between them.  No snide comments, no
snipes, no veiled insults.  Just a pair of smiles aimed at him.

*DANGER, WILL ROBINSON!* a little voice blared at the back of his
brain as Ami latched on to his left arm and Rachel his right.  To
his shock and enjoyment, he found himself pinned firmly between
two sets of generous endowments.

"To..." he started, but his throat was suddenly dry.  He stopped,
swallowed several times, and tried again.  "To what do I owe the
pleasure of your company, ladies?"  He hoped it sounded
nonchalant and relaxed, but to his ears it just seemed incredibly
lame.

"We're asking you out on a date," Rachel breathed into his right
ear.

"You're... what?" he stammered.

"Both of us," Ami murmured into his left.

"At the same time," Rachel clarified.

"We'll go dutch, of course," Ami continued.

"Can't expect you to cover two dates at once."

"So we'll pay our own ways."

"Friday night."

"Dinner at seven."

"Movie at nine."

"We'll come by to pick you up at six-thirty."

"Got it, loverboy?"  Rachel punctuated this with a playful lick
of his ear.

Chris's higher brain functions had already short-circuited; all
he could do was nod and stammer, "S-s-s-sure."

"Great!"  A small hand was laid against his cheek and gently
turned his face to Rachel's.  "We'll see you then."  She kissed
him, softly but with obvious passion.

Another hand laid against the opposite cheek and turned him to
face Ami.  "Dress nice," she said and kissed him with an almost
identical blend of passion and gentleness.

Then, as if they had rehearsed it, they stepped away from him,
turned and walked off -- once again in step with each other,
their hips and derrieres swinging and rolling in perfect,
delightful unison.  A few meters away they stopped, put their
heads together for a moment, giggled, and turned to wave at him.

"Bai-bai!" they chorused, then giggled again before resuming
their slow, deliberate exit around the house.

Chris stood, stunned into silence, until he heard the temple gate
slam shut.  He blinked, took a long breath, and then murmured,
"And I thought they were scary when they were *fighting*."

                              * * *

Out on the sidewalk, as the gate banged shut behind them, Ami
drew a deep breath and risked a glance at Rachel.  Her heart, she
was surprised to note, was pounding as though she'd just finished
the department fitness course.

She found that Rachel was looking at her, wearing an uncertain
expression that Ami was sure mirrored the one on her own face.

"So," she said as a passer-by glared at them and stepped around
the pair.

"So," Rachel echoed.

Nothing else was said for several long seconds.

"We need to decide where we're taking him, you realize."  Ami was
surprised to hear herself speaking.

Rachel nodded slowly.  "Want to discuss it over dinner?  I know a
good ramen place near my dorm."

Ami nodded, and surprised herself further by smiling at her
rival.  "Sounds good.  Let's do it."

Rachel smiled back.  "Cool.  C'mon, it's this way."  Without
thinking about it, the college student grabbed the police
officer's hand, and led her down the street.  Without thinking
about it, the police officer let her.

                              * * *

Friday, May 30, 1997, 6:41 PM

I think I must have forgotten the simple but fulfilling pleasure
that comes from doing what you love at a job you like.

Don't get me wrong.  I have no regrets about being a Warrior.
I'm needed, I'm good at what I do -- one of the best, in fact --
and I like to think that my actions in the Warriors made my home
Earth a better place overall.

But when the battle's over, when the bad guys are dead or locked
up, at the end of the day, I'm not a cop or a soldier or -- god
help me -- a hero.  I'm an engineer.  That's the career I chose
for myself, it's what I studied very hard at a very prestigious
university to learn.  And it's something I love to do.  I love
the thrill of creating something, whether it's a machine or a
program, that fulfills its purpose with efficiency and elegance,
that I can admire when I'm done.  I love solving problems and
turning the solutions into things that other people can use.

Which is why I was coming home a bit late that Friday night.

I'd been almost an hour overtime at Dr. Morozumi's lab, not
because he was a slave driver (although some of the other
assistants called him as much behind his back), but because I was
hip-deep in a challenging robotics problem.  This might be a
surprise, because with the difference in the state of the art
between Homeline and this world you would think that there
wouldn't be a problem Morozumi could throw at me that I didn't
already have an answer to.  You'd be right -- mostly -- but it
wasn't finding the *answer* that was the challenge.  It was
implementing the solution I knew using only local materials and
methods, and *without* letting my touch-enchantment "help" any.
*That* was testing me, pushing me.

And I was enjoying the hell out of it.  So much so that I lost
track of time a little.

Of course, as soon as I saw that it was quarter after six, I shut
down and cleaned up and made a break for the door.  No way was I
going to miss Belldandy's cooking.

Mama Sangnoir's favorite son is *not* stupid.

I skidded to a halt a few blocks away from the temple, though,
when I turned a corner and saw a sight that stopped me cold:
Chris arm-in-arm-in-arm with *both* of his bookends.  And wonder
of wonders, he wasn't trapped in the middle of a fight between
the two of them.  Rachel and Ami were, as far as I could tell at
that distance, being reasonably courteous to each other, and
actually smiled and laughed together once as I watched.

*Holy shit.*  I was truly and honestly stunned.  *They actually
took my advice.*  I'd been hoping they'd at least try to be
friendly, but this was *way* beyond anything I'd expected.  As
the three of them closed the distance between us, I forced the
surprise down and schooled my face into an honestly pleased
expression.  "Chris," I said, nodding a greeting when they got
close enough, "Ladies.  Going out for the evening, I take it?"

Chris turned a smile of mixed confusion and pleasure (leavened
with just the tiniest amount of dread) upon me.  "We are on a
double date," he declared.  "The three of us," he added
unnecessarily.

"Well then, have a good time," I smiled broadly, "and do not
allow me to delay you any further."  I made a broad, sweeping bow
to usher them on their way.

"Thank you, kind sir," Ami said with mock solemnity as they
passed, and then the two girls broke out into giggles.  Ah, young
love.

As I straightened up, I called after them, "Enjoy yourselves!
I'd say don't do anything I wouldn't do, but you're already well
past me on that count."

That got me more giggles and a bark of laughter from Chris as
they continued on down the street.  I stood and watched them for
a few minutes, then turned back towards the temple and dinner,
and took off again, my face threatening to split wide with the
grin I was wearing.

                              * * *

One block west of and three hundred feet above the temple
complex, Mara sat in a rough approximation of seiza and fumed.
"What kind of penny-ante operation is Garnash running?" she
growled into the brisk wind, which would have chilled her had she
been mortal.  As it was, all it did was whip her hair into a
frenzied mass that she tried to ignore as long as it didn't get
into her eyes or mouth.  "*Ten damned days* for a wardbreaker!
They ought to be *stockpiled*!"

They probably were, she realized, but Garnash was a little prick,
liking to play his dominance games.  He was probably sitting
there in his tiny, run-down office in Niflheim, getting off on
giving her a hard time, just because he could.  "That's the
problem with working for Hell," she growled through gritted
teeth.  "Everyone's just looking for a chance to screw everyone
else!"

Including her, to be absolutely honest.  Garnash was only getting
even for the last time she screwed *him* over, which had snagged
Mara her plum assignment on Earth right out of his scaly little
hands.  Of *course* he'd want to screw with her requisitions,
just to make her life harder.

Like it wasn't hard enough.

At least disco had been dead for almost fifteen years now, thank
the Pit.  She was never going to forgive Garnash for *that* one.
Hues Corporation, her ass.  She knew a demon-backed recording act
when she saw one.  Without even leaving Hell, Garnash had managed
to set in motion with one hit song no less than three social
trends that benefitted their side, *and* made her life a misery
for most of a decade.  *Someday...  someday...*

Mara ground her teeth and seethed.  She hated waiting.  She hated
playing politics.  She hated having to fight her way through
Garnash's little vendettas just to get her job done.  It was
killing her inside.  She needed to vent.  Just walking among the
animals and ruining their days wasn't enough any more -- after
her run-in with Morisato's sister it seemed like all the joy had
drained out of it.  She needed something new, something big,
something...

Something like that blasted mage, who was coming down the street.
Coming down the street without so much as a shield spell up and
nary an item of enchantment on him.

A thin, evil smile slowly spread across Mara's face.  He was so
complacent and undefended that he was practically *inviting* an
attack.

It would be terribly bad manners to turn down an invitation, now
wouldn't it?

                              * * *

I was only about ten meters from the temple gate when it
happened.

Back home, the metabiologists call it "class 1 post-natal
acquired precognition".  We in the Warriors just call it a
"danger sense".  Sooner or later everyone on the team develops
one.

And at that moment mine popped up for the first time in a while,
tapped me on the mental shoulder, and said, quite simply, "duck."

Not being in the habit of ignoring my danger sense, I ducked.

Hell, I dropped flat to the ground.

An energy bolt screamed over me, about where my chest had been to
judge by the sound and the heat it radiated.  It hit the wards
around the temple with a sound like a thrown rock hitting a water
tower, and they flared momentarily into visibility, all glowing
white arcs, Norse runes, Enochian characters and binary code.

Somewhere overhead a female voice -- a *familiar* female voice --
swore in a language I didn't know.

*Shit,* I thought even as I rolled onto my back and kippupped in
time to avoid a second bolt sizzling past me.  *It's Mara.*  And
there I was without helmet or armor or *anything* -- just my bare
hands and my oft-maligned wits.

I didn't even consider calling for help.  The muffling effect of
the wards was enough to all but block out nearby traffic noise;
my voice didn't stand a chance.  I was on my own.

"Shit," I repeated out loud.  I tracked the bolts' trajectory
back and spotted her, hovering a good 15 or 20 meters in the air.
I ran a quick tactical evaluation.

Weird.  This was a demon first class, unlimited?  Really?  Had to
be that power-down thing Belldandy had mentioned, because I was
pretty sure I could take this bitch out all by myself.

Right, then.  Time to use some of my time-honored strategies.

"Marie!  Sweetie honey BAY-bee!" I called up, ducking another
bolt as it zorched by.  "You're not still mad about that lunch,
are you?  Honest, I didn't mean to stick you with the check!"

"I'll give you a check!" she shrieked, and rained down a torrent
of smaller energy blasts upon me.  I dodged and rolled, and when
I came back up on my feet again, I realized ruefully that she'd
cleverly herded me away from the temple gate.  I glanced up over
my shoulder at the walls, but that option was closed to me, I
knew -- the wards were keyed to allow entry only through the
gate; trying to vault over them would have zapped me just as
thoroughly as it would have her. Industrial strength magical
protection -- gotta love it, except when it screws your life up.

"Oh, great!  How much?  Because I've got rent due in a couple of
days!"  I couldn't dodge forever, though.  I needed to get her
into hand-to-hand range, then I could beat her down long enough
to dash through the gate.  I quickly scanned the ground for a
rock or something else I could throw.  No dice.  The Japanese
keep their streets too clean.

Dammit.

Double dammit, because she took advantage of my momentary
distraction to lob another levinbolt at me, and this one I didn't
see in time to dodge.  I threw myself back anyway and resisted
the urge to wince at the anticipated pain, and was pleasantly
surprised when it hit my field and simply fizzled out with a
long, low farting whistle, kind of like a deflating balloon.

Mara's eyes grew wide for a moment, and then she shrieked to high
heaven.  She seemed to swirl in place for a moment before hurling
herself down, hands outstretched into claws before her as she
stooped like a hawk at me.

Well, I'd wanted her to get within arm's reach...

Tactical had suggested no real hand-to-hand skills.  Couple that
with what looked like a monumental, almost mindless rage now
consuming her, I realized that what was coming next wasn't going
to be pretty.

Easy, yes, but not pretty.

I batted her hands away from my neck with my left forearm, and
drove my right fist into her face with the combined power of her
momentum and my strength.  I heard and felt a muffled crack just
as I followed up with a full-force palm-thrust into the center of
her chest.  She was still flying, and the rapid one-two
combination to targets well over her center of gravity not only
knocked her backwards, but literally flipped her ass-over-
teakettle a couple times before she plowed shoulders-first into
the sidewalk across the street.

Shaking out my stinging hands, I used all the speed I had to dash
across that street before she could get back up.  I gave myself a
split-second to check out my handiwork -- she had a broken nose,
and it was bleeding out all over her face -- before I delivered
as hard a kick as I could into her ribs.  I felt something snap
under my toes, and she shrieked, this time in pain rather than
anger, as the impact lifted her partly off the ground.

                              * * *

In her lab Urd paused, a beaker in one hand, a pipette in the
other, as an unfamiliar sound reached her ears.  A soft, rhythmic
tapping, gentle at first but slowly growing more insistent, was
coming from... somewhere.

She laid down the implements of her craft, took care to bank the
various burners and capped the more volatile reagents she had
been using.  Then she turned away from the workbench, eyes closed
and head cocked, trying to locate the source of the sound.

It couldn't be any kind of vermin -- they stayed away from the
whole complex at Belldandy's request.  Urd briefly considered the
possibility that an imp like Mara's flunky Senbei might somehow
have gotten in, but with the wards running at a level they had
never seen before, it was a virtual impossibility.

Slowly she crossed to the center of the outbuilding that served
as her lab, and listened carefully, trying to identify the
direction the soft, repetitive "thud, thud" came from.

                              * * *

I'm certain I've mentioned elsewhere how I feel about demons, but
let me just reiterate it so that the hypothetical reader of these
journals can understand.  They're celestial creatures that prey
upon mortal suffering, and who do everything they can to
*increase* that suffering.  They're sadists, predators.  Scum.

I hate them, pure and simple.

Combine that with the stress I was still feeling despite the
recent improvements in my life, and I suppose it would adequately
explain why I'd completely forgotten my plan to run inside the
temple as soon as I'd gotten a momentary respite in the fight.
Instead, I dropped to my knees to straddle Mara's torso, and
began pounding her face in.  Not as hard as I could -- without my
gloves and their polykev plates I could conceivably break my
fingers if I used too much force -- but hard enough that I
smashed her already-broken nose flat, and possibly broken one or
both of her cheekbones.  Her face was already starting to swell,
and blood had smeared all over it, running into her blond curls
and staining them deep crimson-brown.

It was a savage beating I gave her, savage and uncontrolled.  All
my anger, all my frustration, all my fear and hate and despair
welled up out of me and I pounded them all into the demon's face,
one furious blow after another.

"How do you like that?" I grunted between hits.  All the while
she was hissing and spitting at me, sounds of pain but not of
surrender.  "How does it feel to be the victim?"  Flesh smashed
against flesh.  "How does it feel to be the helpless one?"
Again.

She was trying to worm her hands up toward her face.  I brushed
them aside with each strike.  "And here I thought you would be
tough!"  Her hands slid past mine and covered her ears, where a
pair of complicated little earrings hung and jingled merrily with
every one of my blows.  "So much for the fearsome demon first
class!"

And at that moment she screamed as she tore the earrings right
out of the lobes of her ears.

Well, the next thing I knew, a plasma grenade went off in my
face, and sent me flying.  I hit something *hard*, and my sight
blacked out.

When I could see again, a few moments later, I found myself in a
heap at the base of the temple wall, the sidewalk beneath me
swimming and filling my somewhat-blurry vision.  Out of the
corner of my eye I could see a blob of familiar color that could
only be the front gate.  *How nice of her to deliver me right to
the door,* I thought muzzily.

I shook my head a couple times and slowly forced myself to look
up.

On the ground where Mara had been were the earrings, sitting in a
drying puddle of blood.

An almost entirely uninjured Mara floated a meter or so above
them cloaked in fire, the two slashes of red on her forehead
blazing like the heart of a furnace.  Insane rage twisted her
face into something inhuman.  Her shredded earlobes were the only
visible wounds left on her body; they were streaming blood that
sizzled and vanished in little black flames.

Shit.

My mental fuzz burned away under a surge of panic-driven
adrenaline.  Suddenly clear-minded, I ran another tactical on
her.

*Double* shit.

Belldandy had mentioned "limiters" in discussing Chris' little
problem; I realized too late that Mara's earrings had been
limiters, suppressing the full extent of her power.  Now I was
finally, truly, looking upon a demon first class.  Now I saw the
opposition I had been expecting.

Not that I was happy about it, mind you.  The last time I'd faced
an enemy of that power level, I'd been part of an eight-person
dogpile, and I only managed to get one hit in.  Worse, one-
quarter of that dogpile had been Hexe and Shockwave, two of the
most powerful single individuals on Earth at the time.

By myself?  Well, the best I could hope for was to last long
enough for the goddesses to notice what was going on outside
their front door and come to my rescue.

And that was going to be a longshot.

An irreverent part of my mind whispered, *She's going to take you
apart.  This is what you get for not controlling your temper.*

I did not deign to remind that part of my mind that she had
attacked first.  Instead, I hunkered down and set myself to
receive her charge as she screamed and hurled herself at me
again, her hands streaming fire and the ground under her rippling
and cracking from the wake of her passage.

                              * * *

As Urd followed the banging across her shop, it grew louder and
more insistent, leading her to the wooden box of junk Skuld had
brought from Asgard weeks before, still carelessly perched on the
end of her secondary worktable.

She stopped an arm's length away from the box, tilted her head
and eyed it suspiciously.  "Now what's gotten into you?" she
muttered, and reached for it.

With a *crack* the box exploded into a shower of wooden shards
and random flotsam.  Urd flinched back with a wordless cry,
unharmed but more than a little startled.  The agitated banging
had stopped, and bits of junk -- a fractured gem, a broken
cogwheel, a dozen or two other items of random divine kipple --
lay scattered on the floor in a fan-shaped pattern whose narrow
end started below the now-broken box, and whose wide end was
defined by one of the lab's exterior walls.

A wall, Urd realized when she looked up, that now had a neat,
round, 2.5-centimeter-wide hole punched into it.

A sudden foreboding ran through her body like a chill, and she
dashed out into the yard.

                              * * *

CRACK!

Belldandy nearly dropped a saucepan when a sound like a gunshot
went off in her kitchen, followed by a wind that set the pages of
her cookbook frantically fluttering.

                              * * *

CRACK!

Keiichi threw himself backwards as a gust of wind went past and
the seat was torn off his motorcycle.  Eyes wide, he slowly
raised and studied the sheared-off stub of the carbon steel
wrench he held in his hand.

                              * * *

CRACK!

In the temple yard, Skuld yelped as a shockwave knocked her off
her feet.

                              * * *

CRACK!

Megumi dropped the circuit probe and clamped her hands over her
ears as a cannon-shot rang out across the temple yard, vainly
trying to block out the far louder Symphonic reverberations that
assailed her:  drowning out all the other themes around her for a
moment were a dozen voices howling their agony to the skies -- in
perfect, heartbreakingly beautiful harmony.

                              * * *

Just before the stone wall surrounding the temple, it struck the
wards.

They flared white for an instant, then shattered.

                              * * *

It all happened too quickly at the time.  It wasn't until much
later that I slowed all the action down in my mind and figured
out what occurred when.

Mara was coming at me like a meteor -- and I mean that literally.
She'd all but turned into a creature of living flame, barely
humanoid, flying at me again with arms outstretched.  Her face
had warped and distorted into something animalistic, its fanged
maw open like a shark's.

She was little more than a meter from me when there was a crack
like a miniature blast of thunder simultaneous with a sound like
a sledgehammer smashing a boulder.  As what felt like sand and
gravel pelted me from behind, something slapped into the palm of
my hand.  Reflexively, my fingers closed on it -- it felt to be
about the same size and shape as the hilt of my bokuto, and I
squeezed my hand tight around it.  I felt a pulse of energy
ripple through me like a wave of heat.

And then two thoughts rang out in my mind at the same time:

*Mine!*/*Mine!*

One of those thoughts came from me.

One of them didn't.

Almost reflexively, I flicked my eyes down toward my fist.  In it
I was holding a cylinder of wood, warm and smooth, a couple-three
centimeters across and no more than 15 or so centimeters long.  I
barely had time to recognize the tsubo stick from Urd's lab
before there was a sound like a branch breaking.  As if spring-
loaded, those 15 centimeters of wood exploded out into a two-
meter quarterstaff, with my hand at its exact midpoint.  One end
had buried itself in the ground, and the other...

The other had punched into Mara's chest just below her left
breast, and jutted out of her back just under her shoulder.
Unable to stop her headlong flight at me in time, she had
skewered herself on it like a charging cavalryman upon a set
pike.  Her flame-beast form guttered like a candle in a strong
breeze and the fire vanished as her arms dropped limply to her
sides.  Left behind was a blood-soaked blonde whose eyes, wide
with shock, slowly traced the line of the staff from my hand all
the way up to her chest.

She opened her mouth, and a small trickle of blood ran from one
corner.  "Oh," she rasped in a near-whisper, "hell..."

There was a faint sizzling sound, and I looked at the entry
point.  For a moment, I thought I saw something like golden
sparks crackling around the edges of the wound, but I blinked and
they were gone.

Behind me, I heard the gates of the temple burst open with a
rattle, but I paid it no heed.  With a sudden, graceless yank I
pulled the staff up and then out of her body.  Mara, her eyes
still wide, fell to her knees with a cry of pain, and clapped a
hand over the gaping hole in her chest.

I brought the staff up to my eyes and for several seconds studied
its plain, uncapped shaft of pale cream-colored wood, down which
ran rivulets of black blood.  A faint glimmer of orange-golden
light limned the end of the staff and extended thirty centimeters
or more beyond -- a long, flat, pointed shape like a spectral
spearhead.

Interesting.

As the wounded demon at my feet mewled in pain, I shifted my grip
to hold the staff with both hands, aimed the ghostly point back
at Mara, and raised the weapon over my head in order to deliver
the coup-de-grace.

                              * * *

Chris settled into his seat and made himself comfortable.  The
girls' plan for the evening was simple -- dinner and a movie.
Dinner itself was simple -- a small, informal restaurant on the
far side of the street that marked the eastern edge of the NIT
campus.  It was a step up from a ramen joint or a kissaten, but
not so much so that Rachel's share of dinner would strain her
college student's budget.

Rachel and Ami sat on the opposite side of the table from him,
chatting animatedly about the movie choices for the evening.  He
wanted to shake his head in