Author: Terryll Preston PM
A Sa Moorai is looking for the greatest treasures any woman can know: Booze, Gambling and...Women! But when she happens upon a little girl who is being manhandled by some strangely robed priest, she leaps to her defense...and ends up regretting it!Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure - Chapters: 2 - Words: 12,240 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 04-25-06 - Published: 05-19-05 - id: 1916750
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A shadow-covered hand can be seen snapping it's fingers to the beat of Morning Musume's "Otome no Shinrigaku (A Girls' Psychology)". After four snaps, the hand disappears and is replace by the lower portion of a young girl's face. The lips of her mouth curve into a smile as she says, "I love rock 'n roll" in tune with the song. Then they too vanish into the shadows as the beat of the music changes and becomes faster. Suddenly, seven slashes of light cut irregular lines into the shadows one after the other. The darkness falls away with a quick drum roll like paper to reveal a barefoot young girl dressed in a brightly colored yukata with the left flap of it raised and tucked into her obi sash to bear her left leg up to the thigh and the right-hand side of it pulled off her shoulder to hang at her waist. At her side is a scabbarded katana. Standing there for a second or two, she looks up at the camera and smiles. She then starts to dance to the music, twisting her body this way and that. This keeps up until the scene hits a transition point with another quick drum roll. The image of the teenage girl quickly fades out and is replaced by a little girl around the age of ten in a knee-length kimono who is already dancing to the music when she appears. She flashes a two-fingered peace sign as the music drum rolls signal another scene transition. An older woman wearing a short mid-thigh kimono replaces the little girl; a loose-fitting scarf around her neck, shin and forearm guards, waraji sandals and a wakizashi strapped to her back. She's in the process of doing some old school break-dancing and then switches to an almost Egyptian robot dance before the drum roll comes and the scene changes. A man replaces her image in his late forties sitting on the ground with a sake saucer held firmly in his hands. When the camera centers on him, he just stares up at it with firm, piercing eyes and goes back to what he was doing; the bright red kanji for the words 'He Can't Dance!' flashing above his head as the drum roll hits again along with a 'YEAH!' and the scene switches back to the first teenaged girl. She is still dancing, doing a number of current dance moves with a huge smile on her face – seemingly unaware of all the shadows popping up all around her in tune with the music's low drum roll. Soon she is surrounded by these shadows, but the girl continues to dance. When the song hits another drum roll, the shadows around her can be seen drawing silvery-blade swords from their hidden sheathes. Right then, the camera closes in on the girl's eye as a glint of light flashes through it and the tempo and beat of the song speeds up. The shadows rush the girl as she draws her katana and begins slicing through each of the figures that approach her, all in tune with the music. After killing the first few, the girl pauses long enough to shake her behind (with a camera close up of the act) when the songs says 'Shake Up, Shake Hip', then returns to carving up the remaining shadows as the song winds down to it's conclusion. When she finishes, the girl is standing in the middle of the dead bodies surrounding her; back turned to the camera with one hand on her katana and the other on her sheathe. As the song nears its end, she resheathes her katana by twirling it three times and then sliding it into the scabbard samurai style. As the music finishes, she just stands there without moving, facing away from the camera. When the very last drum roll for the song hits, the girl turns her head to look toward the camera with a huge, goofy grin plastered across her face and then raises her empty hand to flash a two-fingered peace sign. She then closes her eyes and slightly cocks her head to the right in a look of total innocence as the song comes to an end and the screen goes black. Her image is replaced by the bright white kanji for "slash/DANCE fUtUrE" and then it too disappears.
This anime opening was done to the way cool tune of Morning Musume's "Otome no Shinrigaku" (A Girl's Psychology) from their (CHURCH BELL RINGING) awesome Second Morning CD!
The dark-haired girl lying haphazardly across the pile of loose straw didn't move.
Her slender mouth twitched only slightly as she wiggled her small nose once and rolled over onto her side.
"You can't rest your ass here! Not in my barn!! Now, get the (BLEEP) up!!!"
The youth's head turned slowly toward the grumpy, old farmer standing over her. For a moment, she just eyed the elderly man lazily with a cold expression – those dark eyes weighing and measuring – then yawned and returned her head back to its original position. Moving an uncovered arm from her side, the girl reached down to scratch her exposed hip as she mumbled something that was barely coherent to the older man hovering over her. A cross-shaped vein pulsed dangerously on the farmer's temple, those wrinkle-surrounded eyes narrowing as his twitching mouth became a straight line barely containing his anger.
The old man reached down angrily toward the wayward young vagrant who had decided to make the pile of hay her makeshift bed for the previous night. However, he found himself stopping short when he realized very quickly that there was something sharp and pointed poking itself quite casually into the side of his abdomen. After feeling that, he found it real easy not to move any other part of his body. A large sweatdrop appeared on the left side of his head and hung there, almost as if it were afraid to fall.
"Look gramps," the girl beneath him uttered in a raspy voice, seemingly unaware that she had a sword in her hand, which was jabbing the old farmer in the side. "Very long night…too much sake…you do the math…"
The old man just stood there, thin knees knocking together as he gulped twice then spoke out in an almost forgiving voice. "I…I didn't…I didn't know…please…please forgive an old fool like me…"
He felt the sharpness that had been poking him in the side lessen then disappear. And once it did, both he and the drop of sweat that had been hanging on his head fell heavily to the ground. Reaching down to his abdomen, he pressed both hands around the spot where that girl's sword had been moments before. Would she have really killed him? What was a vagrant girl doing with a sword? And why did she have to choose his barn out of the other six that lined the damn road? Just who in the hell was that girl laying on the hay? And what was he going to do about her?
It was then that the answer to his last question walked into the barn. All five of them.
"This is the last (TRAIN HORN) barn that the bitch can be in!"
"Yeah, we've already checked the other six!"
"I swear that that little cow is gonna pay for what she did to us!"
"Yeah, I can't believe that we were stupid enough to let her swindle us outta everything that we owned! I mean, all of our sake, food and money…gone, just like that! Ya know, I don't think we should ever dice with her again. She's just too good! And how about what she did to give us the slip in the first place? I mean, how embarrassing was it to think that that scarecrow was really her? Didn't we just look like idiots trying to waddle our way outta that muddy bog? I mean, seriously, how stupid did we look?"
The other four men had stopped dead in their tracks, turning to look at the one who had just spoken and apparently didn't want to shut up. When he saw them all gaping at him, the shaggy-haired man quickly closed his mouth. Large sweatdrops appeared on the sides of all of their faces after he did. For long moment, they just stood there…staring at each other. The crickets chirping in the background of the early morning grew louder as silence reigned over the interior of the barn. Nothing was moving or stirring. Nothing.
"Man, shut the (LOUD CHIRPING CRICKET) up," one of the men said finally. "We wouldn't even be in this mess if you hadn't (RECORD SCRATCH) (RINGING BELLS) up! Or did you forget…"
"ALrighty boyz," the slim, teenaged girl in front of the group of five drunken men yelled out in a slurred voice of her own. "PLASHE yourz best…uh…heh…I mean plashe yourz betz! Call 'um, evenz OR oddz!!!"
The other men before the giggling girl looked on stupidly as she fumbled slightly with the two bone carved dice until she got them tucked between her fingers. Once they were there, she held her arm out to her side as she groped drunkenly for the wooden cup sitting in front of her. It took her about three tries before one of the men finally snorted out a curse and grabbed it up for her.
"Yoush stoopid (CAR HORN)! Heres!"
He threw the cup into her lap as she swayed from side to side. Grinning like an idiot, the dark-haired girl slapped an empty hand down hard on her bare thigh and flashed the man a wink.
"THANKS yooooouuuuuu," she hollered out loudly. "Ands now…"
With an adeptness that the five drunk men in front her didn't even have time to notice, the slender girl dressed in a dirty-looking gi top – and not much else – took up the cup, flipped it in the air once, caught it and tossed the dice into it without batting an eye. Slamming the cup opening first onto the hard ground, she held her lithe hand tightly around it while she regarded the wavering men before her. She smiled at them all broadly, then took a long look at the pile food, money, slim sake bottles and clothing that sat between them all.
"ALS-righty," she pronounced as she reached up with a free hand to pull her gi top partially off her shoulder, revealing the pale, supple flesh beneath. "I's thinks ish times toooooo ups the ante!!! Everythin' youz gots left agains' my lil' ol' gi top!!! I's don' thinks I's gots anythin' on un'erneath!!! Sooooooo…whacha says, boyz???"
The five men in front of her all looked at one another with a filthy gleam in their eyes. They had, afterall, won the last nine tosses. It was the reason why the silly girl before them was only wearing her gi top now. For the past forty minutes, they had been calling every dice throw right and getting the poor hapless vagrant closer and closer to being naked. And now, they were only ONE dice toss away from achieving their goal. But the problem was, they didn't need another dice toss to get what they wanted. She was half-naked, out in the middle of the forest with five men who were bigger than she was; not to mention that she was so drunk, she couldn't even sit straight! Why risk the loss when it was a no-brainer that they'd get what they were after anyway? Nope, they would just all decide not to take the bet. Yep, it was as simple as that. They were going to just refuse the –
"We'll'z takes it," one of the men announced merrily. "EVENZ!!!!"
The other four surrounding him fell backwards to the ground in unison, arms and legs in the air twitching slightly.
The girl only giggled as she lifted up the wooden cup. Odds. And suddenly the girl with her hair in a ponytail, and tresses of the long ebon locks next to her temple twisted up into three dangling braids, was up on her bare feet as if she hadn't been drinking any sake at all; quickly piling all the betted items into a moderately-sized burlap sack she had been sitting on.
"Wellyouknowhowitgoeswinsomelosesometimeformetogetgoingplacestogoyadayada," the girl rambled on senselessly as she continued to shove her winnings into the bag with increasing speed. When she had finished, the thin young woman in only a gi top hoisted the very full sack of belongings onto her shoulder and saluted the men with an empty hand. "Well, I hope you had as much fun as I did! Gotta go! Bye!!"
And with that, and a wink, she was gone.
bAcK tO tHe
"Dude," the man responsible for the group's dilemma said lowly. "I said I was sorry."
"WELL SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT!!!!" the other man screamed as his eyes lowered into slits, mouth widened to reveal two rows of perfectly proportioned fangs and his head growing to twice its normal size. "NOTHING CUTS IT UNTIL WE FIND THE (SCREECHING CAR TIRES) GIRL WHO SCREW'D US!!!! NOW LOOK FOR HER SORRY ASS!!!!"
But before any of the five men could move, the old farmer who had been trying to get the girl out of his barn crawled over to them on his hands and knees.
"You say," he began with a shaky voice. "You say you're looking for a girl? Well, there's one right over there! Sleeping on that pile of hay…MY pile of hay!!! I don't care if it's the one you're looking for or not…JUST GET RID OF HER!!!!"
The man who had been shouting out the orders to search the barn pushed a big hand atop the elderly man's head, shoving him down to look over and toward the pile of hay with a half-dressed girl sprawled out across the top of it. And lying beside her, a featureless burlap sack stuffed almost to bursting with assorted items that once belonged to he and his men. His face darkened and dozens of small cross-shaped veins popped up all over the top of his head. It WAS the little bitch that had outwitted him and his men last night. He roughly shoved the old farmer aside and rushed past him, motioning to his men as he did. Unsheathing his blade, he stalked toward the sleeping girl with a wicked grin on his lips; behind him, his men followed closely.
"YOU LITTLE (HAMMER STRIKING AN ANVIL) TRAMP," he screamed out as he hefted the wide blade of his sword above him, preparing to bring it crashing down on the girl lying on the hay pile. His face was twisted into a crazed expression that promised violence. "YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN (FOGHORN) DO WHAT YOU (CRASHING CARS) DID TO US AND JUST WALK AWAY FROM IT LIKE NOTHING (LOUD EXPLOSION) HAPPENED? WELL GUESS AGAIN, YOU LITTLE (AIRPLANE FLYING OVERHEAD)!!!"
To his rear, the other four men just stood there with their mouths hanging open; their eyes long since turned into little black dots of confusion.
One of them spoke out, "Uh boss, I thought we were just gonna get our stuff back and smack the little bitch around some. You know, remind her that she's just a vagrant."
"Yeah," another chimed in. "I was thinkin' the same thing too."
A third voiced out his concern as well.
"They're right boss, we didn't sign on to kill no little girl who can't defend herself. Let's just grab our stuff get the hell outta here."
The fourth man said nothing. Afterall, he had been the one who had gotten them all into this mess to begin with.
In front of them, their boss stood as rigid as a statue; that wide blade still poised above his head.
"So," he began in a very quiet voice. "You think that we should just let this little bitch get away with what she's done and leave? Just grab our (TUGBOAT WHISTLE) and go?"
The four men behind him nodded their heads vigorously in unison.
"Yeah boss," three of them replied together, the fourth keeping his mouth shut.
Swinging around quickly, the boss of the group grew twice his normal size as fire erupted all around him.
"WELL," he yelled out, face red with anger. "WE'RE NOT!!! NOT UNTIL WE TEACH THIS LITTLE VAGRANT TRASH WHO RUNS THE HILLS AROUND HERE!!!!"
As his men cowered on the ground before his fury, the boss returned his attention to the sleeping girl. But, she was no longer sleeping. Standing in front of him, rubbing at her eyes innocently, the girl just stared up at the man before her vacantly. Still clad in only her gi top, she looked every bit the dirty street urchin he had figured her to be. At least she was until he saw what she had clutched in her left hand. A sheathed sword with a curved blade.
"Jeez," she mumbled, reaching down and scratching a spot on her thigh just under the hem of her gi with an empty hand. "Can't a girl sleep off a hangover? I mean, c'mon guys I just cheated some losers out of all their crap last night and…oh wait, you guys ARE the losers. Sorry. My bad."
"You," the leader of the group whispered dangerously, face shrouded in shadow. "You're gonna pay for what you did to us, you little bitch."
Behind the both of them, the old farmer rose up from the ground and shouted at the girl.
"And for sleeping in my barn, you little misfit. And for threatening my life with a sword. And for – "
"SHUT HIM UP," the boss thundered at his men.
They wasted no time jumping on top of the old farmer and slapping their hands over his mouth. All of it seemed to amuse the girl standing there, absently scratching at her cheek with a dirty finger.
"Wow," she wondered sarcastically. "Four whole guys to hold down a wrinkly old gran'pa. Let me guess, you graduated from the Academy of Geriatric Beatdowns. No, wait a sec. I got it! It was the School of Dog Piling Old Fogies To Make Them Shutup…right? Huh? Well? Am I right or what?"
The man towering over her smirked as he lifted his sword above his head.
"Ya got quite a mouth on ya, for a (CYMBOLS CRASHING TOGETHER) thief," the boss said in annoyance. "Did ya steal that sword too, ya little piece of gutter trash?"
The girl lowered her head and smiled as she casually placed a thumb under the silver worked hilt guard and said, "And if I did, what are you gonna do about it? Spank me and put in a corner 'til I promise to give it back? Take away my supper? Tell me to 'sit boy'? Feh. If I were you, I wouldn't hold my breath. In fact, if I were you, I'd just crawl back into whatever crap-filled hole you came out of before you really start to piss me off. And trust me, you don't wanna do that."
Chibi Fik gambling with some goons, coyly teasing them with an exposed shoulder as she quickly switches out the real dice with a pair of her own.
The goons are all facefaulted on their sides with large question marks hovering over their heads as Chibi Fik hauls away an oversized bag of belongings with a big, cheesy anime grin on her face.
For a long moment, all of the men in the small barn just gaped at the dirty little girl standing there defiantly; holding a sword of all things like she intended to use it. Then they looked at each other with wide eyes…and started to laugh. All of them, from the old farmer being held down by the four men to the boss himself who was laughing so hard that he had to drop his sword to his side to keep from cutting off his own head with it. The girl just stood there with a 'go to hell' look etched all across her filthy, young face.
"You're…kidding…me…right?" the boss asked as he tried to catch his breath between snorts and laughter. "Am…am I supposed…am I supposed to be worried? Kid, I'm old enough to be your (GLASS SHATTERING) daddy!"
The girl just looked up at guffawing man as her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. A wicked glint flashed through them.
"Yeah," she said lightly, lingering on the word for a few seconds before rushing forward so quickly that she seemed to be at first one place then another in an instant. Pulling back her left leg, she brought it up as hard as she could into the laughing man's crotch. The impact was solid. The result was…more than effective. The boss's eyes rolled up into his head without pause as he doubled over.
"Well, who's your daddy now," she questioned with a very malicious grin of satisfaction as the man in front of her groaned loudly.
Almost immediately afterward, he fell to his knees, dropped his sword to the ground and keeled over onto his side while clutching at his crotch absently. His eyes had turned into two spinning spirals and his mouth was wide with pain and drool. Behind him, his men leapt up from the old farmer and drew their own weapons. Not waiting for their boss to order them to attack the little girl that had wounded him, they all rushed at her as one.
"Fine," she said easily, popping the blade from its sheath with one smooth flick of her thumb. "I'll carve all you fools up into Mugen Stew!"
KicKaSs FiGhT mUsIc!!!
Clutching the bared blade in her right hand, the girl dodged the first strike against her quickly as she used the sheath of her sword to smack the second attacker running up to meet her hard in the knee. He went down in a heap in front of her. Not wasting any motion, the girl leapt up onto his back, then jumped off and directed a sidekick to the assailant who had slashed out at her first. The kick caught the man in his jaw and sent him spinning off to her left. Landing nimbly, she parried away another strike aimed at her while jumping up to avoid a slash bound for her legs. Coming to rest momentarily on the flat of the sword's wide blade with the tips of her toes, the girl leapt off with the grace and ease of a dancer. Thrown off its course, the sharp edge of the blade cleaved through the leg of the other man who had just tried to attack the girl only seconds before. Blood splashed across the hay-covered floor of the barn as the man fell down and clutched futilely at the stump where his leg used to be. Using her newfound momentum, she twisted her body in the air, bringing the sword down in a slashing arc toward the back of the man who had just crippled his partner as she descended to the floor. The curved blade of her sword struck the confused man in the shoulder, nearly slicing all the way through. He howled in pain as he dropped his own blade, fell to his knees and grabbed at the ruined shoulder; doing what he could to hold his arm in place to keep it from hanging grotesquely at his side. The blood flowing freely from his injury stained the hay in sickening crimson for the second time in as many minutes.
Landing effortlessly behind the wounded man, she lashed out with a brutal back kick that caught him hard in the rear of his head with the heel of her foot. He went down without another word. The girl smiled smugly to herself as she lowered her leg to the ground easily. Scanning the area briefly, she immediately noticed that the two she had knocked down earlier in the fight had begun to stir. Smile widening, she ran toward the one she had used as a catapult only moments before. He was still trying to push himself up from the ground. Not giving him any more time to do so, she hopped over him. As she did, she tossed her sheath aside and wrapped both hands around the hilt of her sword, then shoved it down ruthlessly into the back of the man's neck as hard as she could. He died instantly with hardly a gurgle escaping his lips. Using pure arm strength to push her limber body up, she balanced herself vertically by holding the hilt of the sword that was embedded in man's neck and the wooden, hay-covered floor beneath his dead body. She held herself suspended upside-down for a few seconds, just until the other man rose to his full height and turned to face her. When he did, she purposely allowed her body to fall toward him. By the time he saw what she was doing; it was already too late. Opening her legs swiftly, she wrapped them around the man's head when they hit his shoulders. Dropping his sword, he instinctively grabbed at them with his hands and tried to pry them off. The girl only tightened the hold by locking her ankles together and squeezing even harder, using the man's ceaseless struggling to help her work the curved-bladed sword out of its place in his dead companion.
"Let…let…me…go…please," he wheezed and gasped, still trying in vain to pry off her legs.
The girl only smiled at him playfully.
"Oh come on," she said sweetly, finally freeing her sword from the corpse. "You know that you've been wanting my legs wrapped around your head. Ever since the moment you met me. Now stop whining and enjoy the ride. Oh yeah, if you got a second, could you hold this for me?"
The man didn't even have time to scream as she brought the curved blade of her sword crashing down on his head. The warm blood from the weapon's impact sprayed lightly across her legs and thighs as he crumpled to the ground in an untidy heap of dead flesh and bone. Pulling the blade of her sword from what was left of the man's head, the girl unwrapped her legs from around his neck and stood up. Surveying the carnage she had reaped upon four of the five men from last night, the girl nonchalantly walked over to where she had dropped her sheath and bent down to retrieve it. Rising, she pulled the sword before her and then slashed it in a downward arc. The blood on the blade flew off and splashed onto the wet and sticky hay of the barn floor. Twirling it once, she brought the dull edge of it to rest against her thumb; running it along the calloused flesh until there was no more blade left to guide. She then resheathed her sword the way she had been taught by her father. Once finished, she cast cold eyes upon the leader of the men who had attacked her. He was still on the floor, groaning in pain from the kick to the groin she had dealt him. Striding over to him, she placed a blood-covered foot on his head and casually leaned an arm on her filthy thigh.
KiLl ThE mUsIc!!!
"Before I go," she began, regarding him carelessly. "Two answers. No, I'm not gonna kill you. And no, you wouldn't have stood a ghost in the shell of a chance against me even if I hadn't cheap-shotted you. You guys just had no skill. Oh, I don't suppose you'd know the name of a good pawnshop anywhere around here? What? I can't hear you…you're mumbling again. Oh well, I suppose I'll just have to find one on my own. Jeez, I hope it's not too far away though. I mean, I really need to take a bath. I'm freaking filthy!"
Pulling her foot away from the boss's head, the girl returned to the pile of hay that she'd been using as a bed. Bending over, she grabbed up the burlap sack and hefted it onto her shoulder. That done, she made her way over to the barn door. Behind her, the boss continued to moan in obvious pain. She only smiled.
"Wait," a frail, reed-like voice called out.
She recognized it as that of the old farmer. With everything that had happened, she'd completely forgotten about him. Stopping just short of the open barn door, she turned to face the elderly man.
"Yeah gramps," she asked innocently, closing her eyes and cocking her head to the left. "What is it?"
The old man gulped three times before finally rattling off his question.
"Uh…j-just who in the HELL are you? What in the hell are you?"
Raising the hilt of her sheathed sword to her mouth, she just grinned and blew on it like it was the smoking barrel of a gun.
"The name's Fik Shin and I'm just a humble Sa Moo-rai, sir."
E n D o F i C h I k A r T e
The mellow and haunting opening chords from Ayumi Hamasaki's "Seasons" start and the camera fades in on a simple green field littered with dozen upon dozens of sunflowers. Within the field, four people are lying on the ground and staring up into the sky. They are all laid out in various positions, eyes lost in deep thought. The camera then fades out of focus only to refocus and clear up on the aged face of Ishida Funk. He has a long piece of grass hanging from his pursed lips. Slowly, an image of a younger him clad all in white and standing rigidly in a line of other similarly dressed men superimposes itself over his face. The image pans away from him to reveal a woman and a child standing next to the far wall of the courtyard, proud expressions on their faces. The camera then returns to him as he gives them a quick grin, then resumes his attentive stance as the apparent captain of his unit comes out to stand before them. A parting shot reveals that the sun is high in the sky and the sakura trees are beginning to bloom. Both the image and Ishida Funk fade out and are replaced by the young, determined face of Konikada Kouri. She is staring up into the sky with wide eyes as an image superimposes itself over her face. In it, she is sitting under a sakura tree as the petals are slowly raining down because of the cool wind. Another girl comes up to join her and takes a seat beside her. They speak for a moment, and then they both blush slightly as they touch hands. For a moment, they just gaze at each other. Then, both her and the girl lean toward each other as the image and Konikada Kouri fade out. She is replaced by the innocent face of Rsui, who is eating a stick of sweet dumplings as she looks toward the sky like everyone else. An image of a cold, snowy night overlays itself above her face. Within, she can be seen shivering as she tries to keep warm at the mouth of a small alley. A stranger shrouded in shadows walks up and gazed down at her, and then offers her a hand. Rsui looks up cautiously for a moment then takes the offered hand. Rsui and the image both fade out to be replaced by sleeping face of Fik Shin. Her mouth is hanging open with drool slowly oozing out. Slowly, an image of her crying as a white-clad man is dragged away superimposes itself over her. The man's face cannot be seen, nor can the woman's who seems to be holding her back from chasing after the man. The younger Fik screams after them, hitting at the arms holding her back. But soon, the shadowy men disappear and suddenly so does the woman holding her back. She is left standing there all alone under a sakura tree where the petals are in full bloom, tears running down her cheeks endlessly. Both Fik and the image fade away slowly to reveal the group as a whole up and now walking through the field of sunflowers toward the setting sun as the song reaches its conclusion. There is a quick flash of the all four of their faces as the song slowly diminishes then the screen fades into darkness as the words "An End But Not The End" slowly appear. They remain there until the screen goes completely black.
This anime ending was done to the beautiful and melodic music of Ayumi Hamasaki's "Seasons" from her season CD.
"Hey everyone, it's me Fik! Oh come on, don't look at me like that. You knew that I was more than just you're average girl when you started to the read this! So don't act like you're scared of me! I'm really a nice gal, once you get to know me! Anyways, coming up in the next karte of slash/DANCE fUtUrE, I'm off to the beautiful countryside – after a hot bath and a place to pawn this junk for some quick shin-kane, of course – for some rest and –
"Who the hell are you?!"
"You know, it's not polite to swear."
"Answer my question."
"I'm Rsui, and I'll be in the next chapter to put some balance and wholesomeness in your life!"
"Great, they're teaming me up with a pint-sized Buddhist Monk."
"Don't worry Fik, we'll get along great together! Just you'll see!!!"
"Only if you're breaded and baked…"
"Be There Or Be Here…
…But Be Somewhere!!!"