Out of the first pod strode Gerald Tarrant, the man of too many names, titles, aliases, and clothing for that matter. Out of the second pod hopped an extremely exited figure. She bore a resemblence to Agony, exept for the fact that she was dressed as a ninja. When Gerald saw Agony, dressed as a ninja with her hair tied loosely back in a long braid and singing "White Strawberries" at the top of her lungs, he tried to hide his face.
   "Agony..." he grumbled, "please tell me you are planning on changing out of that ridiculous ninja-costume before anybody sees us, right?" he was positive she was. Tears suddenly began welling up in Agony's eyes.
   "But... but... Tarrant-sama... ::sniffsniff:: don't you like the ninja outfit?" Agony asked hopefully.

 
-The infamous Maxwell Duo with the shadows of the forest in the background. Gerald is about to cast coldfire with Agony watching dressed like a ninja behind him.

   "What? Even if I did like the ninja outfit, you'd still have to change it! You just look... look..."
   "Like a ninja?" Agony gleefully sang.
   "Yes! Like a ninja! Oh, nevermind... wear the stupid ninja costume if you must!"
   "Yay! I get to wear the ninja outfit!
   "Why me...." Gerald asked himeslf. Agony suddenly began rustling through her baggage.
   "How silly of me! I knew you'd be jealous! But don't worry, I brought a ninja outfit for you too! Tee-hee!" Agony sang. The Hunter hid under his cape. A degrading position for him, but not as degrading as being seen with Agony dressed as a ninja giving him a ninja outfit. Soon it would all be over. Hopefully.
   "Well, we had better set up camp!" procalimed Gerald, lifting his hand so that his arm was parallel to the ground, spread his fingers apart, and coldfire lept fourth from his palm and ignited in a kawaii fireplace Agony had prepaired.
   "Ano... Tarrant-sama?" Agony quietly murmered.
   "What is it now? Can't you see I'm busy?!?!?" Gerald shouted, beginning to get sick of Agony.
   "Well... it's just that, we're already late... shouldn't we be going to the cathedral right away?" Agony slowly whispered.
   "Oh, hahaha! Is that all? Of course not!" Gerald replied, waving his hand back arrogantly, as he began to try unsuccesfully to pitch the tent.
   "No?" Agony questioned skeptically.
  "No." Gerald assured her. "Evidently after reaching lightspeed the time in the capsules slowed whilist time outside continued normally, so we should be a good week early!" He continued, as he tried to hide the pain the tent pegs induced on his hand when he missed the fabric of the tent with a cheesy smile.
   "Oh... yea, of course! So does that mean we get to party in your infamous mori no aku (森の悪)?" Agony sang happily.
   "Absolutely not!" Gerald exclaimed frightfully. "I remember the last time I let you stay in the Forest! You made a complete mess!"
   "Demo... demo... I don't want to live in that stupid tent!" Agony whined, pointing to the tent which was barely standing and now being coated in Gerald's blood.
   "WOULD YOU HELP ME ALREADY?!?!?" Gerald screamed, grabbing Agony by the shoulders and shaking her violently.
   "Well che, you never asked!" Agony muttered. The tent proceeded to collapse in on itself and Gerald had a nervous breakdown. "Does this mean we do get to stay in the mori no aku?"
 
   Pacing in front of the show's stage was the Patriarch. "They're late! They said specifically that they would come early! What's taking them?!?" as he had his inner crisis, numerous people began to leave. "Wait! Stop! Cease! Desist!" The Patriarch screamed after them. "I... uh... I'm gonna tap dance for the sponsors!" He frantically after the disgruntled customers.
   "Alright!" was the renound cry as the customers began to pile back into the courtyard.

                              On to Chapter II