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H: Yo!
R: Hey! J, you do the special stuff.
J: Fine. We want to thank all the people who submitted OCs. There are a few of our own and a few our friends decided needed to be in there. So, yeah. Lets start.
Disclaimer: Don't own much.
Kelso jumped just as blast hit him. What the hell was with his job? He had been sent on a mission to southern France to investigate some mysterious disappearances around a small village. Turns out an akuma had been killing the villagers, and now it was trying to kill him. The bells on the black and white jester hat he wore on his crazy midnight blue hair rung, and his ice blue eyes searched for the akuma again. It was late night in the forest, the worst time to be fighting. He smiled when he finally spotted it.
"Okay, that note has been a pain to reach but I think I can get it by now." He said and put his flute to his lips. A shrill high note pierced the air. The second the sound waves hit the level 1 akuma it exploded, but before it shot another blast. The blast missed Kelso, and the boy thought he was in the clear. However, it did hit an unstable rock pile, and it was strong enough to throw them in the air. He managed to dodge most of them, but he didn't notice the foot long rock that was flying toward him at a ridiculously fast speed.
He began to notice the sound behind him and turned. "What the-" His eyes widened and he couldn't move. "Shit!" The rock hit his head full speed and he cried out. Kelso fell to the ground with his flute in his hand, blood gushing from the gash and large bruise on his head. His jester's hat lay a few feet away, having been knocked off his head.
An hour later and finder was sent out to find the exorcist. He was shocked find the small teenager lying on the ground, unconscious and suffering from massive blood loss. He quickly phoned his group before the picking up the boy's hat and then putting the boy on his back. "Okay, let's get you some help." The finder didn't remember running so fast in his life.
H: Yeah I know some people already read this, but we don't really care.
R: See, you're finally succumbing to my philosophy.
H: Goth kid.
R: Cheerleader.
J: HEY! You're both goth, and so am I. So shut up. Anyway, this story should be awesome.