The 10 Dramatic (Not Really) Deaths of Marco.

By: Rena Kuroyama

Anime: Shaman King

Summary: The Title is self-explanatory. Sorry for all the Marco-fans, but I just can't take a liking to him…This is a challenged fan fic by Rain Meganime. Rated T for major violence and some MAJOR Oc & Ooc-ness!

Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King or Marco would've died and Lyserg wouldn't of have joined the X-Laws. Also, I do not own the certain book from Naruto, either…

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Chapter 1: The Betrayal

Marco sat alone in his room, reading a book (more commonly known as Make-out Paradise), while the others were in the X-Laws building doing whatever. The intercom conveniently located in his room cackled.

"Marco-san, please report to the meeting hall as soon as possible…" Jeanne's voice spoke, alerting the X-Law.

"Right away, Jeanne-sama." He put the Make-out Paradise away and walked into the deserted hall. Hmmm…the building looks ghastly without the others rushing by…I wonder where they're at? He thought as he headed to the Meeting hall, or the Church next door. He turned around as a shrill giggling emerged from behind the stairway, "Who's there?" He asked, readying his gun. The giggling stopped, and Marco caught a glimpse of white turned the corner. He followed the shadow until it led him to the church. He opened the door and entered.

"Welcome, Marco-san." Jeanne said from her Iron Maiden. The tired Shaman bowed.

"I am sorry I was late, Jeanne-sama. I have been alarmed of an intruder in the building." He looked up to see the other X-Laws standing in front of the Iron Maiden, like a shield. He noticed Meene's absence.

"Hey, where's Meene-san?" He asked, hoping that the shadow wasn't who he was thinking it was.

"Right here!" Meene came running with an oven mitt, "I forgot that I left the cookies in the oven…" She looked down sadly. Marco sent his all-famous death glare at her and proceeded to sit down, only to be cut off by Venster.

"Do not bother, this meeting will be quick." He said, smiling. Marco groaned and pushed his glasses up. He heard the sound of a gun being cocked.

"Zerual, go!" Lyserg whispered, shooting his oversoul at the older Shaman. Marco noticed this and attempted to counter the attack, only to have his gun destroyed and his arm injured badly.

"What was that for?" He cried, clutching at his bleeding arm. He glared at the others, who stared back at him, "Jeanne-sama?"

"Sorry Marco-san, but it turned out that no one really likes you, and I assumed that your presence here will disrupt our…peace." Jeanne closed her ruby red eyes. The others quickly oversouled their angels with their guns, ready to battle.

"No," Marco turned to run, but was stopped by a thick rope tied around his ankle, "When did this come on here?" He panicked at the situation. Meene giggled.

"I didn't really leave the cookies in the oven…" She said, then aimed at the man.

"Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" Marco screamed, then all was quiet.

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Rena: Oh man, a really crappy chapter. I promise more humors in the later chapters. I'll let Ren do the preview of the next chapter.

Ren: (Mumbling) In the next chapter, called Laughing Fit, Marco is on a walk when a…guest shows up. Can I go home now? (Glare)

Rena: Sure, thanks for your help! (Wave)

Love and Peace in the Shaman-Only World-

Rena Kuroyama