Disclaimer: If you ever find yourself in a place like this, run.

Lost

By Icka! M. Chif

Ryouga was lost. Again.

His surroundings were unusual, to say the least. It almost reminded him of the time that he'd found himself in the Iron Works. Only this was darker, and there was a lot more flame to it.

And the smell. Blarg. It was worse than the inside of 'The International House of Pork'. Scorched flesh intermingled with the smell of rotten eggs. There was something else, much worse than the rotten eggs, that he couldn't identify.

And he still had no idea why he was carrying a small hand basket.

He trudged on, hoping to find someone to ask for directions. There was nobody, just the sound of mournful screams and shouts of pain. It was starting to get on his nerves.

After an indeterminable amount of time, Ryouga had had enough. He threw down the hand basket, took a deep breath and roared to the heavens; "WHERE THE HELL AM I *NOW* ?!?"

A small voice politely cleared its throat behind him. Ryouga spun to see a small, strange red creature with horns, a spiked tail and bat-like wings. It spoke.

"Funny you should mention that..."

Fin.

Don’tcha just love that Ryouga just seems to end up in the strangest places? Comments, quierys and other strange places he’s been, please send to icka_IMP@hotmail.com. Thanks!