Shaman King Fan Fiction ❯ The Shaman King Fanfiction of Unmentionable Horror ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter Seven:

 

Lyserg stood in early mist. Fog hung everywhere and held the world in an early cradle of dawn. In the early light, a million shadows were thrown over everything.

 

He breathed softly. It was often cold in the morning here, in the villa carved into the grand mountainside. His eyes fell across what got him here. Lyserg held a cup from which pale steam rose. He smiled a little; the sun was starting to grow warmer.

 

Now Lyserg contemplated the earth. In this place, it was dark and rich. When he started, the thought of one pale green shoot emerging from the earth was cause for celebration. And now, millions of shoots were over the earth, having grown into long, thick vines.

 

Already the bright orange fruit was growing ripe. In time, it would be the season when money came to him freely. Lyserg took a long chug from the expensive porcelain mug. Smiling, he said, “It's gonna be a good day for pumpkin brewing.”

 

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Mr. T was dead. Ren killed him for cheating at Pretty Pretty Princess. He left the body with two suspicious guys in bright orange and yellow hats.

 

Yoh dried Ryo's tears. They knew they might never find the gem, but they had each other. “We can rebuild what we had,” Yoh said, “Get the bitches back and make the money. You don't have to be a ho. I'll let you help me run the business.” There was a complimentary make-out session, photographed by the brunette.

 

Anna did not witness this. Anna was being held captive by the Mary-Sues. They brainwashed her and gave her a deciduous bag of peanuts.

 

The blonde kicked the ass of the motherboard. Then she used her cool wooden sword to whoop Amidamaru and his cross-dressing ass. The blonde is quite obviously Republican.

 

“There is a way,” the brunette muttered. Ryo looked up, surprised. “What?” The brunette sighed and swallowed cheap tea from a can. “There is a chance that I may find the Diamond. But first you must rebuild, Yoh. Glory leads to love.” With that funky-fresh cryptic massage, the brunette left. She had a session of therapy with a twelve-year-old boy.

 

When Horohoro awoke, he was at Ren's house. Ren has a really freakin' big house. He wandered down several hallways. Out of nowhere, a violin quartet manifested behind him. Before the blue-haired awesome thang, an unmentionable sight stood. Two midget clones of Ozzy Osbourne stood. In unison they said, “Come play with us, you blue-haired f**k! Forever and ever and ever!” Gallons of red Kool-Aid surged down the hallway. As the drink morphed into demonic fangirls, Horohoro shrieked.

 

Yoh unrolled a blue sheet of paper. On it he had the plans to rebuild. “You see, we need to call up the bitches. If they see the bitches, they'll remember. They'll come to see our empire again.” Ryo suddenly frowned. “Wait…it's been a few years. What if they've aged or gone to work for another pimp?” Yoh shook his head. “Them bitches wouldn't work for anyone else. Nobody could ever pay what I paid them.” He smiled brightly. The whole time, Manta was sleeping. He woke up suddenly. He saw Ryo. There was silence. “Honey Whips,” Manta said. “Manta,” Ryo said, staring at his hands.

 

A/N- Whoooo! *Insert perverted French-sounding laugh* I have been told never to use the phrase “funky fresh”. And I like massage over message. *Ahem* I do not know what the hell pumpkin brewing is. Some voice said the phrase in my head while I was showering. The blonde found it hilarious. Do Ryo and Manta have a past? The blonde is, in fact, Republican, though I am a Democrat myself. The best snack ever: vanilla ice cream with a bunch of Rice Krispies on top. And canned tea.