Shaman King Fan Fiction ❯ The Shaman King Fanfiction of Unmentionable Horror ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter Five:

 

Lyserg sat with his face buried in his hands. When he lifted his head, two crystal tears slid down his cheek, leaving a small, wet trail behind them. But no matter how hard he cried, it would never redeem the blade he held.

 

He was tainted, the blade was tainted, he could never be forgiven. Lyserg stared at the streak of light reflected on the smooth surface. He dropped his head and let another sob escape his tired body. “Too much, it's too much…” he moaned, dropping the knife on the cold tiled floor.

 

Still, he knew he had to do this. For himself, for lots of things. Footsteps echoed in the hall. If he didn't act quickly, there would be dire consequences. Grabbing the knife, he did his work swiftly and silently. He stood back to see what he had done.

 

Slowly, his actions dawned upon him. Lyserg had promised himself he would never do this. It pained him; it made some small part of his body sore with self-loathing.

 

And so, he ran. He ran away from the room, away from the place, out to some place, or any place where he could be alone to mourn his actions.

 

Tears slid freely down his face now, reminding him of what he had done. Lyserg does not like chopping onions.

 

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Ren was sitting, content. He sat in a freakin' nice chair with some tea, Mr. T, and a magazine. He was sitting on Mr. T's lap, drinking the tea and listening to Mr. T read him the latest issue of Cosmo. They were just getting to “7 New Ways to Please Your Man” when Jun stormed in. Ren shrieked.

 

The blonde had given the brunette an ID bracelet, some mittens, and a bag lunch. The brunette was going to mail the pictures at the post office across the street. As she skipped along the sidewalk, she said, “Hi, Fausty…” Fausty vonWhatTheFun waved.

 

As Ren shrieked, he grabbed the pokey. When they were young, Jun had wailed over not getting to wear the pokey. Now she was back to steal it! “Ren, don't be mackin' on my man no mo'! We through, T-Dawg, we through!” She stormed back out.

 

It had begun to rain. The only noises near the hospital were the cars' tires and the fall of rain. Then the steady “click-click” of heels against the wet pavement. The doors slid open slowly. The figure slowly shook out their umbrella. The receptionist stared. They stepped up to the desk. “Excuse me, where may I find patient 5730?”

 

The woman riffled through files. “Wait…visiting hours are 11-5 on Sunday. It's 3, but today is Tuesday.” The visitor's voice grew upset and they slammed their hands on the desk. “Please! It's…very urgent.” The woman gave them the number of Manta's room. As the elevator doors closed, the nurse shook her head. “I'll swear on a hamster that it was a dream!”

 

The brunette hit the blonde. While she was out, the blonde had spent all of their funding at the Golden Corral.

 

A bubble of sexy blue light glowed around Manta's door. Many beautiful girls were grouped around it. The visitor asked a girl, “What's going on here?” The girl replied, “ There's a shield around this door. We're all Mary-Sues with amazing Shamanic power, but the Great and Fabulous Yaoi Shield cannot be broken. Only the Chosen One may pass.”

 

Slowly the visitor wove between gorgeous girls with pretty or amazing spirits. They stepped up to the sexy blue light. With ease, they entered the light and into the room.

 

“The Chosen One has been found. Only this one may penetrate (Haha! Sexual innuendo!) The Yaoi Shield. Now die!” The brunette began slaughtering Mary-Sues. She was there on a F.R.E.A.K. mission.

 

Anyway, the visitor stood near Yoh. I mean, the whole reason for the Yaoi Shield was to save Yoh. The visitor clenched their fist. Ryo slowly looked up, his eyes spilling tears that landed on his soft, feminine hand.

 

“It's been a while…Pimp Daddy Yoh!”

 

A/N- Yup. Ryo is the visitor. I'm really funky from those pills right now. Oh various deities, this story is starting to get a plot! I mean, I always had the idea of the plot, but now I see it coming! On behalf of the blonde, I would like to note that she does not like the Golden Corral. I wish I had a friend named Fausty vonWhatTheFun. I'm going to go shower and watch Lion King now. Yes, a Yaoi Shield. F.R.E.A.K. is my anti-Mary-Sue campaign.