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Feb 23, 1995, 8:38:58 PM2/23/95
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Chapter Thirteen
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All four guys walked back to Twister and Yasuro's apartment as the
one they had been in was a bad reminder to what had happened. Morio and Hito
had cleaned up and changed clothes so that they would not mark up the furniture
with soot. Both were sheepishly sitting on a couch. Yasuro was
contemplating the pair from his chair at the computer and Twister leaned
on a wall, looking slightly amused by the two hentai's discomfort.
He spoke up. "Get more than what you were looking for?"
Morio jumped a little. "Ah...I guess you could say that." Morio was
trying to decide on what to say next as Hito looked down at his hands folded
together on his lap.
Yasuro addressed the two with some heat, "_Why_ did you decide to bug
us anyway?"
Mumbling, Hito said, "Morio thought you two were hiding something and
thought it was about that red-haired girl."
"Well, you found out _something_, all right. Not what you
expected, but you found something." Twister had to chuckle at the two's
predictable behavior. "If you _do_ attempt spying again, I'd try to avoid
the possibility of something blowing the system. I know better than to
ask you not to give up on it and since finding out that I can sense bugs
you won't try _us_ again." Turning his head to Yasuro, Twister waved a
hand at the seated pair, "Ease up on them. We should have known they
would try _something_ after seeing that red-haired girl."
With some relief, Morio saw Yasuro reluctantly nod in agreement.
"Thanks, Twister. But do you know _why_ she was here?" Hito looked up in
eager anticipation.
Prepared for this, Twister had a story ready, filled with half-truths.
"Maybe to confuse Natsumi." Seeing questioning gazes Twister explained, "Well,
since you know I can do a few psionic tricks I might as well tell you some
more stuff which I think you should know about." He paused to take a breath
and continued, "Natsumi and the red-headed girl can use magic, apparently, from
what I've discovered." Seeing Morio and Hito's disbelieving faces, Twister
nodded and went on. "It's true. Now what's going on is that Natsumi was
shown up a bit by the red-head in some way and is _really_ mad now.
Natsumi had challenged the red-head to some sort of magical contest and
lost, resulting in the state you received her in. You seeing her here was
likely an attempt to trick Natsumi by some method." He didn't
mention that Natsumi hadn't even _met_ the 'red-head' at the
time. Thoughtfully, Twister added. "Oh, by the way. I'd recommend
burning any 'souvenirs' if you took anything from Natsumi. She might
trace them and you might not like what would happen next."
The duo turned pale and Hito rushed out of the room in a _big_ hurry.
Recovering some color, Morio asked, "How did you find out all this?
This isn't exactly well-known information, I gather."
"Nabiki's roommate is in the same magic class and when she heard
Natsumi was after me... Well, she decided to tell us everything that had
happened." To himself, Twister added, *I'd better tell Yuriko and Nabiki
later about this, in case Morio looks for them and asks them anything.*
Digesting this information, Morio sighed. "Ah, well. Sorry about the
eavesdropping you two, but we just _had_ to know." He smiled then. "At least
we know where to get rapid transport if we need it."
Yasuro snorted in amusement and Twister chuckled as Morio waved
good-bye and started to leave. Before he left, however, he turned with a
fairly serious look on his face. "Oh, before I go... Thanks, Twister, for
fixing our ears. I don't know what we would have done then."
Looking a little embarrassed, Twister replied, "No problem. It was
_partially_ my fault anyway." He raised an eyebrow. "Not by _much_, but a
_little_ of it."
Morio grinned at that and left.
Waiting a few seconds to make sure Morio had gone, Twister sighed
deeply in relief and sagged a bit. Yasuro smiled at him from the chair.
"Quick thinking in explaining away the 'girl'." He chuckled.
Standing up straight, Twister just shook his head in resignation.
"Yeah. Great. Now _those_ two know _half_ of it. At least it was the better of
the halves." He yawned. "It's gotten late and I need to sleep. Night."
Yasuro echoed Twister as the latter left to go into his room and
collapsed onto his bed.

Morio entered his slightly blasted apartment to see Hito cutting the
bra they had taken from an unconscious Natsumi into little pieces. He was
burning each small section carefully.
"Well, considering everything that happened, I think we came out
fairly okay." Morio mused out loud.
Hito raised his head and stopped burning pieces to stare at Morio
incredulously. "Okay? We almost lose our hearing, might possibly be targeted
by an angry junior witch, and _I_," Hito pointed towards his blasted room,
"lost a pretty expensive electronics setup." He shook his head, "I think
going after that particular red-head is a bad idea, Morio."
"Hmm. I'm tempted to give up too." Morio paused, and then grinned,
"But not without one last try." Hito groaned as Morio resolutely went on.
"Not when we've finally tracked her to her classroom. I've got _just_
the trick to try too. It's subtle and invisible."
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Hito was puzzled.
Walking over to a personal storage container, Morio started searching
for something while he explained to Hito. "A few years ago, me and another
friend of mine, a fellow hentai, started talking and came up with this
idea. He was interested in biology, female mainly, and was explaining how
animals of either sex attracted each other by means of a complex chemicals
called 'pheromones'. These aromatic scents are an irresistible lure for most
species that use them."
Now Hito was getting interested, "And what did you two do?"
Morio's voice smirked though the deep hole he was digging through the
objects of the container. "I asked him if it were possible to create something
like that for humans. He thought about it, and said it was likely. With that
positive thought, I attempted to create something to attract the female of
_our_ species, with help from my friend, of course. After many failures, we
finally got a _very_ nice chemical scent that worked _quite_ nicely. It didn't
last long in the air, but while it did we were irresistible. Only a few
unforeseen complications made us stop."
"Which were?" Hito was fascinated by the story.
"_Every_ girl within scent range flocked towards us. A pleasant thought
but _very_ uncomfortable in reality. Also, when the scent wore off after a
half-hour, the girls came back to their senses in various unclothed states and
deduced, quite correctly, that _we_ had done something to them. It was a
little painful. Thirdly, there were their _boyfriends_ and other males who
were a little annoyed by our stunt. After two tests, we decided not to use the
scent again unless we were desperate, and _very_ sure it was safe."
Fear forgotten, Hito was now excited by this idea. "This stuff sounds
great!" His expression clouded, "But how can we prevent those bad things you
mentioned from happening?"
An exclamation of discovery announced the finding of the sought-after
item and Morio pulled himself out to brandish a vial of a clear liquid with a
cheerful chuckle.
"Careful planning, my dear Hito! Careful planning!"

"Ah! Not a bad day to end the week, I must say." Twister sighed
happily after she and Yuriko got out of the magic course the next day.
Her companion giggled.
"You're just happy Natsumi hasn't bothered you all day."
"Yes, that did put me in a good mood, even though I worry about what
she's planning _next_...as I'm _sure_ she is." Twister sighed as they walked
down a hallway.
Something caught Yuriko's attention just then. "Is that guy signaling
_us_?"
Twister followed her gaze and spotted Hito in a doorway, trying
to be subtle about catching their attention. She sighed and started leading
the two of them towards Hito. "I think so. Remember that pair of guys I
mentioned before class today?"
Comprehension was starting to show in Yuriko's eyes as they stopped
in front of the doorway the nervous Hito was standing in. He started to
talk to Twister.
"Uh, hi. My name's Hito. I don't know if you remember me, but I
was one of the guys who took that other girl to the nurse's office two
days ago."
Pretending to recall, Twister smiled at him, "Oh, right! I remember
now! Why did you call us over, and so nervously?"
"Um. It's something we found out about that girl." Hito quickly scanned
the hallway as if looking out for somebody. "Could we talk in the room? My
friend is in here too. We don't want anybody listening in to our conversation."
Twister and Yuriko looked at each other and shrugged. With a little
bit of worry about what could be bothering Hito, Twister said, "Sure. You
might as well come in too, Yuriko."
With some relief, Hito fully opened the door and let the two girls into
the empty classroom. Cautiously, he locked the door so they wouldn't be
disturbed. While he was facing the door, Hito quickly opened a small capsule
and applied the contents on his face and neck. Putting the capsule away,
he turned around to look at the girls again. The starting reactions that the
girls were beginning to display brought credence to Morio's claims about the
chemical which Morio had applied to himself a few minutes ago to let the scent
fill the room. Hito smiled at the two cameras that they had brought, with
the expectation that both rolls of film would be used up.
Smiling, Morio started the conversation, "Ah. Thanks for
coming in. The reason we wanted to talk is that we learned a few...things
about that girl we carried to the nurse."
"What things would that be?" Twister questioned as she looked around
the classroom with a puzzling feeling of restlessness. Also, there was
this funny odor in the room that she couldn't remember ever smelling
before in her life. It wasn't unpleasant, it was just...odd. Yuriko
looked just as restless too, increasing her puzzlement.
Waving his hand carelessly, Morio answered her query, "Oh, that she
has some abilities that might make it hard for us if she found out that _we_
carried her. After all, she might have some odd notions about what we did
during the trip." He smiled as saw the scent starting to take effect.
Interrupting suddenly, Yuriko spoke with an intent look at a smiling,
but now nervous again Hito, "Do you find it _hot_ in here, Itazuka?" She was
starting to pick at the blouse she was wearing with her fingers and licking
her lips slightly.
"Uh...just a little, Yuriko. Do you guys find it hot?" Morio's face
was starting to captivate Twister as she indeed noticed that it _did_ seem
rather warm in the room. That odd smell was _really_ noticeable now. She lowered
her gaze to Morio's torso. *Hm. I wonder what he would look like with that
shirt off...*
_That_ thought brought her crashing suddenly to her senses.
*_What_ am I _thinking_?!? Why am I feeling this strange attraction for
Morio? Yuriko is also acting strange towards _Hito_. Is it something in
the room?* The answer flashed though her mind, *That _smell_! It _must_
be some sort of chemical, and just _who_ is very good at that sort of thing?
Morio.* A bit of anger fought off the effects of the chemical, buying some
time to act on the knowledge. *Well, gentlemen, I think we've had enough
of _attraction_. Let's try _repulsion_ now...* Yuriko was making motions to
remove her blouse so Morio and Hito's attention was all on the starting
striptease act when Twister whispered out a rhyme.

"The emotion love has been abused,
So let another now be accused,
Hate to love and love to hate,
Change effects upon this bait."

Almost immediately after the spell was finished, Yuriko froze halfway
in the act of taking off her blouse. Looking at Hito with revulsion now, she
quickly jerked the garment back into place and stared with loathing at the
disappointed Hito.
Twister was not immune to the new affects of the scent and regarded
the startled Morio with some contempt. "So, you're too helpless to defend
_yourselves_, huh?"
"N-no," Morio started backing up from the angrily advancing Twister,
totally confused, "We just thought..."
"Hah! That's a surprise!" The herding Twister was attempting on Morio
was successful and he now stood by a totally frightened Hito, who was
paralyzed with fear from the truly _unnerving_ look of obvious hatred
given by the normally cheerful Yuriko.
Barely keeping herself in check, Twister smiled a most wicked smile
and raised her hands, "Shall we _try_ some of those abilities you mentioned?
Hmmmmm?" That last was a cruel purr.
Hito broke out of his fear, unlocked the door, and both he and Morio
ran in a panic outside.
Lowering her hands with a malicious chuckle, Twister turned to the
still furious Yuriko. "We'd better get out of this room before we _really_
do something. That scent lure I changed is _potent_ stuff, even reversed."
That brought Yuriko back, reluctantly, from her fury. "You mean
it was a _chemical_ that made me feel that...other way _first_ and now
_this_ way?" She looked ready to murder the two fled hentai.
Dragging Yuriko out of the room, Twister nodded, "Yup. I had to reverse
it quick before I went under too. My resistance is understandable, but I
_still_ almost fell for it. Like I said, potent stuff."
Once out of the scent-filled room, Yuriko immediately started to become
her old self again. She blushed, "Did I really start to...?"
Smiling, Twister nodded, "Darn near came close myself. Born male or
not, that stuff sure has an effect on the female body." She smiled at a
commotion at the far end of the hallway. "They must have put it on
_themselves_ and since I _reversed_ its _very_ strong effect..." She smirked.
Yuriko put a hand to her mouth as she started laughing, "You don't
mean..." Sounds of anguish echoed down the hallway.
"Uh, huh. Until that stuff wears off, every female within sniffing
range of them is going to want to pound the stuffing out of them." Considering
for a minute, Twister nodded to herself. "I'd better leave and try to see if
they have more of that stuff in their apartment. That is _not_ a good thing
for _those_ two to have."
Blushing again, Yuriko fiercely nodded her head. "_No_. Definitely
not." She sighed, "Nabiki isn't going to believe this."
"She should, and if she doesn't, we can give _her_ a whiff." Twister
paused at that thought, "Gah. That might be good or bad. I'm not sure. Oh,
well. Gotta run." She waved good-bye at a freshly giggling Yuriko and left
quickly.

*Ah! I've got you _now_, you half-cyborg demon lord!* Yasuro
gleefully thought to himself as he dodged another volley of missiles from
said game monster. He had finally gotten to the final level in the second
part of Doom at the highest difficulty and was almost dead, but he _knew_
the boss monster would soon be toast. His concentration was minimally
disrupted by Twister's return to the apartment, but that didn't worry him
since Twister obviously knew better than to distract him by speaking.
Suddenly, a final bazooka blast made the boss keel over.
"YES!" The usually calm Yasuro whooped with joy and raised both hands
with the victory sign.
Twister was smiling behind him. "Got him did you? Good job." He
fiddled with a vial filled with a clear liquid.
This caused Yasuro to stop his rejoicing and regard the vial with a
still happy eye. "What's _that_ you've got?"
With a wry tone, Twister answered him, "_This_ was Morio's attempt to
get the red-head on film in a...uh...revealing position." Yasuro's raised
eyebrows prompted further explanation. "I think it's some kind of pheromone
attractant that only works on females. It's...um...rather effective, but
fortunately I was able to smell it for some reason and I countered it's
effects in time." He rubbed the back of his head as he went on, "I didn't
want Morio to keep _this_ stuff around so I 'ported in and sniffed around
their place while opening vials to find the rest of the stuff. I found it,
thankfully."
Whistling in amazement, Yasuro said, "Hard to believe that stuff is
_that_ potent."
"Oh, it _is_," Twister smirked. "I countered it by _reversing_ it's
effects so you'll be able to tell how well it works by the number of injuries
those two have when they stagger back."
Yasuro laughed out loud at that. "Fitting. Nasty, but fitting."
"It was the first thing that came to mind. I didn't realize what would
happen when they left the room after I cast the spell." Twister shrugged as
he glanced at a paper Yasuro had bought that day. His attention was caught
by a photo in the front page of the newspaper. In his startlement, he spoke
out loud as he grabbed the paper. "What the? What's this?"
"Oh, the photo? That's to do with an article about some valuable piece
of art being stolen from a collector's place." Yasuro stood up and looked at
the picture again as Twister read said article. "It sure is a nice work of art.
You'd almost believe that was a real dragon. The only funny thing about the
theft was that _it_ was the only thing taken. Nothing else."
Reading the article, Twister spoke out loud, "It says: 'The object was
made recently by a mysterious artist of remarkable ability. It can be
identified by this picture and by the artist's signature, a tornado-like
image on the right foreleg...'" He stopped reading with a sigh and dropped the
paper. "Well, _that_ confirms it." Twister sighed again and sat down on the
couch contemplating something. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
"What's the matter? It's just some stolen artwork."
"I guess it _is_ nothing." Twister stood up. "I'd better put that
stuff away before the pounded pair return." That said, he went into his room.
Picking up the paper when Twister had left, Yasuro re-read the section
Twister had spoken out loud. *'A tornado-like image'? Tornado...* A sudden
thought struck him. *Or a Twister?? Must be. Now why...?* He chuckled a bit.
*At least I know why it looked so life-like. With that TK of his he likely
didn't _use_ fingers to make it. Much better than any tools I would guess.*
Yasuro gazed off into the distance as he pondered this. *I wonder why he
seemed disturbed. _He_ likely doesn't know either, I bet.* The sounds
of weak groaning outside in the hallway stopped his train of thought and
he grinned as he recognized the voices of Morio and Hito.
*Yes, I guess that stuff _was_ potent.*

In a vast, darkened warehouse, (where else?) black robed figures
were gazing at an object on a pedestal. They were gathered in a circle
around it. One in particular, who had a much finer made robe, was
standing in front of the object in question.
It was the stolen dragon statue that had caused Twister a little
distress before. When he had started this particular statue, Twister had
decided that, since it would be the last he made, _this_ one would be
extra-special, and it showed. The statue practically breathed with life
for all that it was immobile. Scales gleamed when small holes in the
warehouse roof shone sunlight upon them. The entire body seemed ready to
stand up and reign regally over the poor mortals who looked upon it. And
the eyes... You could not look at them for long before fearfully turning
away. Impressive it was and Twister had been _very_ happy with the results.
After examining the statue minutely for ten minutes, the
apparent leader of the group stood up with great satisfaction.
"Perfect! This will do excellently for the ritual! You have done
well, my followers." The robed ones around him hissed with pleasure. "In
one week, the time will be right and we can begin." His gaze traveled
over seven particular robed ones. "Have you selected the Seven yet?"
Six hissing voices replied the affirmative while the seventh stirred
restlessly in worry. The leader noticed this and was angry.
"Why have you not yet!? We _cannot_ delay this!" He shouted this out
as his followers drew back a little in fear.
The seventh robe haltingly replied, "I _had_ ssselected one. Now,
however, sshe sseemss to elude my magical ssight." The voice within the
shadowed hood was nervous as it went on. "Sshe wass perfect! I do not know
what to do now."
Visibly holding back anger, the leader questioned the seventh, "Does
she live with anyone?" A nod. "Did you notice any Power about that one?"
Another nod. "Powerful?" This time a negative response. "Has anyone _else_
visited her home?"
"There wass one who sseemed _very_ powerful, but she did not look
very experienced sso I took no notice of her."
"Idiot! _She_ was likely the one who has given the chosen one
protection from your eyes." Pausing to think, the leader went on. "We
have no time to look for another. We _must_ have her. When the time comes,
_we_ shall go to collect her. No young magic-user will be able to
keep _me_ away from my goal."
A slow, evil laugh oozed out from the leader's hood.

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Darren Steffler a.k.a "Twister"- mail at <umst...@cc.umanitoba.ca>
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