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Jouji saw the card he pulled out from his deck. Yes, it was his Kuroneko Cat, but he looked... different. Golden marking on his body. Golden eyes instead of green. Then he recalled where he saw the markings in its body from. "Hurry up, kid," called Tayama, "I know you got Kuroneko Cat, so hurry up and call it so I can crush it." Jouji looked at the creatures he still had in his side of the field: his sister's Akaneko Cat and his brother's Shironeko Cat, both DEF 0 due to the effect of the Indestructible Airship Hindenkraft and Elemental HERO Electrum. Also, said cards had Big Bang Shot equipped. At the eyes of his opponent, he was gonna lose the match, specially with the limit of not being able to tribute monsters due to the Mask of Restrict. All Tayama saw, thanks to his computer predictions, was Jouji's defeat. But computers need data from the world and that data can be faulty. "I know you can only play your Kuroneko Cat and its effect won't help you at all," exclaimed Tayama, convinced of his victory, "You can summon it and lose the honorable way like your friends here," he points to Yuka and the girls, all wearing the cheerleader outfits with Tayama Tech logo on it and the controlling visors, "or you can just give up, like the coward you had always been. Admit it, you're just a coward yellow kitten and you'll always be." "I admit it," Jouji says, raising his hand over his duel disk, "I'm a kitten," he heads to put his hand over his deck to forfeit, but suddenly his hand moves to the back of his disk, opening the Core Port of his disk. "And this are my claws! Core Summon: Kuroneko Sky Cat!" Jouji reveals his card, shocking Tayama and his computer experts. The card has the infamous red stripe in the middle and Kuroneko sports the golden markings Yuka's Core Nymph Allair and the other Core Monsters sports. "B-B-But..." Tayama stammers confused, "That's impossible!!! H-H-H-How...?" He looks at his technicians who are just as confused as him. "Just an advice: teach your computer that not all alts are the same," said a smug Jouji This caused one of the technicians facepalm and type, revealing the scan of the deck showed the card. The computer saw the art and, due to the matching pose and base form, it decided it was a regular Kuroneko with alternative art, but the deep scan reveals the card's full face and the scan now got updated: Kuroneko Sky Cat. It was a normal monster card, level 3, 1200/1000, but it had another text: This cat stopped playing around and decided to face his fear of heights. His courage was rewarded with new wings that put him soaring beyond everything else. The worst part for Tayama was its Core Monster effect: "When this card is Core Summoned, banish all cards in all Spell and Trap Zones. At the end of each turn, all face up cards in each the Spell and Trap Zones are sent to the bottom of the deck." Tayama paled at the cards effect, specially when he saw the card's Core Level: 2. Tayama looked at Jouji's field: Akaneko. Shironeko. Two cards, all needed for a level 2 Core to enter. He could only say one thing. "Well, shit..." "You called it! Let's Core!" Jouji's Kuroneko Sky flew into the Core Port faster than light and, soon enough, his body began to glow. He began to get shorter, but also his body filled with markings. His clothing became black fur which began to cover his body. Before they had a chance, Jouji had changed. Black fur. Golden Markings, Black wings where his backpack used to be, big claws in hands and feet. And the grinning feline face. Outside of his deck, he looked like a splitting image of his evolved fave card. Jouji, the Kuroneko Sky Cat. "Okay, I feel like scratching the field. NYA!" A slash in the air and all active spells cards, except for Kitty Playground. Yes, Jouji lost the Buster Rancher that was equiped to his Shironeko, but Tayama lost all of his cards. Not only his trap and his equips, but also the monsters equipped with the Big Bang Shot cards. All, in one flick of a claw, so to call it.

Then, because Vireo was A: approaching her 25th birthday and B: made a lot of the combatant ships in the Navy look like slackers when she flew her ship's flag with decorations, in April of 1946 she is decommissioned, and sent for disposal in February of 1947. What happened to Vireo afterwards is not recorded.

Thus ended the career of one of the USN's most decorated auxiliaries. Ironically in all this, Vireo never actually managed to get around to sweeping a single mine like she was designed to. Instead, she did everything else an auxiliary ship might be called upon to do, up to and including serving as a floating drydock (for small landing craft at Sansapor, by hauling them onto her deck with her towing gear).

She had the peaceful, confident, and incorruptible air of one whose conscience was unburdened and whose heart was pure. In her case, this was because she had no conscience to burden, and her heart was pure evil.

Assaulting the palace of the single most-heavily-guarded man in the country is hard enough without all the dice voting for the comedy option along the way.

Elva found herself falling, damn those bastards cutting the floor out from under her. She then found herself suddenly clasped in someone's arms. She looked up and saw his face - he was handsome, possibly to a level of a fabled prince, skin pale but not unhealthily so, bright blue eyes almost seeming to glimmer in the night, black hair long and unkempt, a beanie hat resting on his head.

She then analyzed the rest of him she could see. She felt that he was thin, but strongly built, his hands...oh.

...Of course he was a lecher. Just her luck.

One of his hands rested on her posterior, the other clasping her right breast. "Hey girlfriend, I guess it was pretty convenient I flew in like I did. My name's Wolfang, glad to be your savior baby~"

Elva deadpanned, "Can you put me down now?" I swear this guy's worse than Jonahs is with Eva...

He let her down and she contemplated due to the way his hands slid over her as she got down that she should hit him somehow. But definitely later, when they weren't facing Edric Maynes' goon squad of psychos.

The thing looked like nothing so much as a giant, mutilated fly. A pair of faceted, reflective eyes stared unblinking above a ribbed, black hose that contracted obscenely with each wheezing inhalation. It balanced on a pair of oddly-jointed legs, the bottom portion of which folded at about a quarter of its length when the creature walked. It wore a knee-length garment of some unidentafiable material, something like a robe, but with lapels....

"Everyone assumes it was gang-related. But, he was a model student, law-abiding citizen, only been living in town for a few months, the kid was pretty much the guy to be elected 'Least Likely To Be Shot By Gangsters' by the school yearbook. Has to be something else."

Axel looked around, searching for any sign of an intruder, then put the chakrams away and held Xion by the shoulders. “What happened, Xion? You can tell me.”

“I…” Xion looked at the bed. “It wasn’t real… I don’t want to bother you if it wasn’t real…”

“Did you have a bad dream?”

She blinked. “How did you…”

“I’ve had a few. I know what they look like.” Axel hugged her. “Listen, it’s not real, but it feels real, and that’s why it’s scary. You can always tell me about the things that scare you.”

She buried her head in his chest. “Can you make me not afraid?”

“I don’t know, but I can try.”

She practically latched onto Axel. “I’m afraid of getting dusked.”

“That will never happen. I’ll make sure it never happens. I’d be willing to give my life to make sure it didn’t happen. Always remember that.”

“I’m afraid of loud noises.”

“It’s just sound. The noises can’t hurt you. And even if they could, they’d have to go through me.”

“Ever since Arendelle, I’ve been afraid of the cold.”

“I’ll always keep you warm.”

Xion was crying now, but at the same time, she was starting to feel better. “I’m afraid of failing.”

“One failure isn’t going to ruin everything. Just get up and keep moving.”

“I’m afraid of being alone.”

“You’ll never be alone, not forever. That’s because I’m always here.”

“I’m afraid of the things I don’t know.”

“Everyone is. But do you know what the things you don’t know are scared of?”

“What?”

“Me. Because if they dare to hurt you, then they’ll have to talk to me, which will really suck for them.”

Xion ran out of tears. She was feeling a lot better, but she still had one more thing. “And now I’m afraid of sleeping.”

“Don’t be. You can sleep.” He hugged her tight. “Because I’m here.”

Xion could feel her body getting heavy, random thoughts hijacking her brain, just the way she always felt falling asleep. “I know I’m a Nobody… but I still love you.”

As she drifted off, she could just barely hear Axel whispering in her ear. “Then I love you back.”

"Look, to say it was my fault would be correct, but to say that it was entirely my fault would be going too far Yes, I did have a hand in many of the events that have transpired. The displacement of important objects at the time they were needed, either by accident or by purpose were by my own actions. The assassinations, economic wreckage and the war that has broken out were entirely the fault of others," she paused for a second, "Okay, I did assassinate one person, but that was it."

Aerial torpedoes are directed at one target, and save for a few very rare circumstances are never a threat to another ship.

Destroyer torpedoes, however, are always addressed "To whom it may concern..."

"It appears saying 'I don't fuck; I love', has more of an impact than the other way around these days."

Odin turned off the roast, and sighed, "Well, five or more people took turns making you look like a girl jokes. And it was surprisingly funny. Though one fact that came to light still utterly befuddles me."

Thor looked slightly shocked by this, "You? Finding something funny? Is the world coming to its end or something?" I'm surprised he'd find You Look Like a Girl jokes funny, considering, y'know...

Odin turned around a laptop so Thor could see - a few months ago, a survey was taken. Most Hated Famous People in Recent Events. Thor looked down...further...and there it was Number 6 was Odin, described as Suspected Western Terrorist Leader long held to be responsible for the Dhacryma Incident. Described as cold, malignant, callous / cruel, and unduly sarcastic at the wrong times.

Odin then clicked on number 5, enlarging a picture of Justin Bieber, "I almost make a mountain sized piece of magic rock go nuclear, I am a harsh, unforgiving taskmaster of a boss, and I ruin Matthew's vacation by way of blowing it up, and still this Beaver claims a higher place than me."

Thor stared for a moment and then asked, incredulous, "Are you serious? You're salty Justin Bieber is more hated than you? You realize that's not something to want, right?"

"I am a God of Sight, of Possibility and Probability. I do not get the salty." The platinum haired Magic God then continued after a long pause, "I'm legitimately puzzled. I blow up a collection of ships, I run a syndicate of Norse Themed Super-Mages, I dropped a freaking castle on Hawaii, I tried to cause Yellowstone to erupt..."

Thor gasped, "That was you?"

Odin ignored this and continued his disbelief induced lecture, "I threw a CEO out of a window, I teamed up with a renegade British Princess, and people hate Bieber more because he...does mean things with his car and takes off his clothes in inappropriate moments, and something about his music sucking." Not listening to it though. Not after Parallaxus.

Thor chipped in, "Did you know he did somethin' to Anne Frank's book?"

"He did what?" Odin was legitimately surprised. He deliberately paid as little attention to these celebrity slip ups as possible. Otherwise I'd only be frustrated, confused, and wondering where I put that Mana Accelerator Cannon from that stupid war.

Thor looked up, "He wrote in it that she'd probably be one of his fans or something."

"...They will need to find places in Bieber's body where False Gungnirs aren't sticking out." Odin got up to leave, on the warpath again. He was many things. He was not someone who would bastardize the memory of a hurt and victimized girl with fandom inanity.

Skylar looked at the ensemble in front of him transforming and sighed. All clad in spandex... at least it's what it looks like from this place. He liked the attitude of the black one, but the red on was just too loud. He just could say one thing. "Samba?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!!"

The heroes in front of him were taken aback by his words. "Well, I think they are cute. Specially the green one." Sakura does a phone gesture and winks at the confused green hero.

"Hey, Souji, I think she wants your phone," said the black hero at the still confused green hero, who then looks at the girl with hearts in her eyes and a whip with a heart in the hands surprising the both of them. "Hey, aren't you a bit young for that, young lady?"

"Welcome to my world," replied the jester headed hacker as he looked at his companion and shouted "Bunny, FUCKPLEASE! Can you try to not freak the fuck out of the heroes in our first meeting?!"