Shaman King Fan Fiction ❯ The Shaman King Fanfiction of Unmentionable Horror ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter One:

 

Lyserg stood on a dark hill, where the wind howled with a lonesome echo. His eyes were sad, and his whole body felt sad, too. The strong winds stung his ears and whistled a melancholy tune. There was a grating thought in his mind, and right now he couldn't fathom pushing it away. Lyserg's eyes flickered in pain and a sick, rolling sensation went through his stomach.

 

Below him was a field, the long grass swaying and dancing in thick ripples. The thick slab of rock he stood on was so high, so high above the dark, cold earth. Jumping could end his pain; make that sick rolling vanish instantly. Lyserg almost smiled at the scene playing in his head. His body would make a soft *whump* as it hit the ground. Small puffs of dust swirled around him.

 

It was a shame that the jump wouldn't kill him. Throwing his head back to the darkened, stormy sky, he decided to tell it his source of pain. The boy almost doubled over at the rolling in the pit of his stomach. Throwing his mind to the pain, Lyserg's voice dropped to a low whisper.

 

The wind ruffled his hair lovingly as he confided to the sky.

 

“I have a wedgie.”

 

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It was a freakin' bright and sunny day. Everyone sat on a big football field like a bunch of hippies, `cept they weren't. Horohoro was hogging all the damn food and Ren was hogging all the damn milk. The others had given up on eating and were either sitting on the grass or playing football with Manta.

 

No, seriously, they were playing football with Manta.

 

Manta was the football. Idiot.

 

Yoh had been hitting a bong earlier (he does look stoned…) and simply though Anna had bought a talking football. That's like…uhh…like, awesome, dude! Kororo was almost having a seizure, those people were so mean!

 

Two girls, a blonde and a brunette, were hiding under the bleachers, spying on the group with funky binoculars. The brunette girl waved a cup of yogurt and grinned.

 

Anyways, Faust was sitting with Eliza (no dah!) and those damn floaty hearts were getting in his eyes. “Eliza, you're so beautiful!” He touched her forehead. “You can't even see the bullet hole where those bastards shot you!” Ozzy Osbourne wandered by, but nobody noticed. Using a spoon, the brunette flung a piece of delicious instant tiramisu at the back of the Prince of F--king Darkness. “BUBBLESSSSSSS!” Ozzy shrieked and ran away. Yoh looked up. “Who was that?”

 

He held Manta upside-down and kicked off very nicely. Head first.

 

The brunette was giving the blonde five dollars. The blonde grudgingly put on a little nurse uniform. Her “I'm Pleasant!” shirt fluttered to the ground. A little gel and make-up made it complete.

 

Horohoro lay bleeding on the ground. He had chugged some of Ren's milk. Ren had pulled off the pokey part of his hair and stabbed the blue-haired boy with it. His hair was actually a weapon that no one must know about.

 

Kororo was passed out in shock from football. Yoh and Ryu sat on the ground rolling blunts. Anna was bribing cops; a driver had seen them and called. Manta was in the I.C.U. Amidamaru was eating a box of delicious instant tiramisu he picked up off the ground. A ketchup bottle rolled out from under the bleachers.

 

Suddenly, a girl who looked like Eliza stumbled onto the field. Her clothes were blood-soaked, but smelled oddly of tomato. The girl stumbled past Yoh, who was trying on someone's stilettos. Past Anna, who was braiding a very stoned Ryu's hair all pretty. Past Ren, who was pasting pictures from this month's issue of “Field and Stream” into Horohoro's hair. She stood in front of Faust and screamed, “Oh my god, I am a girl who looks like Eliza and is injured!”

 

Faust ripped his shirt open and struck a heroic pose. He was wearing a 70's-style solid gold medallion.

“This is a job for…FAUST VIII!!!”

 

The brunette fainted in shock.