Warning . Shounen-ai. 'Nuff said.
Disclaimer . Oh. Em. Gee. If you're still reading this and think that we claim to own Shaman King, then maybe you have problems. Also, the "Gay Bar" song doesn't belong to us.
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"Camp Happy Pants"
Chapter Six . Oh, Look... a Candy
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"Today," Silva announced to his troop, "we will begin our training. Sure, the hours will be hard and long, and the training vicious, but it'll all be worth it when I -- I mean, WE -- kick Nichrome's butt."
Troop 69 was silent until Yoh asked, ". . . What are we training for again?"
Silva slapped the heel of his hand to his forehead. "The mud pit, of course," he sighed exasperatedly. "The big competition is in two weeks. Nichrome and his troop win every year, but he uses dirty, underhanded methods to beat the other troops -- like that time he put cement mix in the pit. It took us forever to chip Troop Five out of there.
"Okay, then," Silva said with a clap of his hands. "As you all know, it hasn't rained recently, so it's up to us to make our own mud pit. So . . . grab a bucket."
They each picked up a bucket from the stack he pointed to and set to work.
Silva had gotten them up early and dragged them out of bed, over to the mess hall. After breakfast, they assembled between the mud pit and the lake, where they were now.
In order to be able to actually train in the mud pit, they had to make it muddy. Silva's solution was to give them each a plastic bucket and fill the pit with lake water.
Hao grinned at Yoh as they started back to the pit, each holding a bucket of smelly water at arm's length.
"Man, you're hot," he flirted relentlessly. "Let me smother you with my body before you catch on fire." Holding his bucket with one hand, he reached for Yoh's pants.
"Yah!" In an instinctive move to protect his lower regions from his horny brother, Yoh threw the bucket in his hands at Hao, soaking the older twin with the stinky lake water.
"Hey! We have extremely limited resources here! The lake is only so deep! This water can't be wasted on foolishness; it needs to go to the mud pit," Silva fussed. Yoh nodded and sighed, turning to go back to the lake to get more water.
As the group toted bucket between the lake and the mud pit, Horo noticed a small candy wrapped in shiny paper.
"Oh, look. A candy," he said, leaning over to pick it up. As he leaned over, he noticed another shimmering wrapper a foot away. Depositing his bucket near the lake, Horo followed a long trail of candy toward the trees.
"Oh, look. A candy." Lean over, pick it up. "Oh, look. A candy." Lean over, pick it up. "Oh, look. A candy." This went on for thirty or so candies before Horo reached the outskirts of the woods.
"Oh, look," he gasped. "A cookie!" As he leaned down to claim his final prize, a sheet came down over him. Soon after, a large body found a seat on Horo, knocking him out cold.
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"Hey, where did Horo go?" Chocolove asked, looking around the mud pit. On one side sat Yoh, holding his legs tightly to his chest. On the other side sat a soaked, smelly Hao, who was still making sexual motions at Yoh.
"It doesn't matter. If he stays gone, I can have my bed back," Ren grumbled, crossing his arms.
"But what if he's missing like Manta and Lyserg?"
"Hmph. Doesn't matter to me."
At this, Ryu stood and stepped between them.
"That's it, we have to find them. Especially if we're missing three people now," he reasoned.
"We don't need to find them right now. Maybe later. Let's get back to work," Silva argued.
"But if we don't get the rest of our troop back, we'll never beat Troop Eight in the end-of-camp competition," Chocolove sighed. "Horo is one of the most dedicated people here. I'd think you'd want to get him back."
Silva looked over his shoulder slowly, taking in the remaining five members of his sad troop.
"Well, what are we waiting for?! We have a search to begin!" Silva exclaimed. He divided the group into two groups of three -- Ren, Yoh, and Hao and Ryu, Chocolove, and himself -- and they set off.
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Little did they know that as they searched above ground, their troopmates were sitting in a small dirt room somewhere below the camp.
"How long have be been down here?" Manta asked, looking from Horo to Lyserg. Both shrugged, one a little more optimistic than the other.
Silence spread through the room like a marshmallow Peep in the microwave.
"Let's start a war," Horo whispered, adding a slight tune to his words.
"What?" Manta questioned.
"A nuclear war," Horo continued. "At the gar bar! Gay bar! Gay bar!" He shouted the last part, adding emphasis to the word 'bar.'
Lyserg looked at Horo, eyes widening. Horo grinned and stood up.
"You're a superstar! At the gay bar!" he sang loudly, making pointing motions at Lyserg as he continued. "A superstar! At the gar bar!"
Lyserg looked to Manta for help, but, to his dismay, Manta was tapping his foot along with Horo's suggestive lyrics.
"I've got something to put in you. I've got something to put in you. At the --" Horo pointed to Manta, who, on cue, shouted, "Gay bar!"
Realizing what he had said, Manta covered his mouth and stared at Horo, who was singing his heart out.
"At the gay bar! Gay bar! Gay bar!" Lyserg and Manta continued to watch Horo as he sang and danced, adding in a pelvic thrust every few moves.
Suddenly, in the middle of one of Horo's thrusting dance moves, the door slammed open.
"Would you shut up?!" the figure in the doorway shouted.
Horo looked up and gasped.
"Hey! You're --" Before he could finish his statement, the same large body plopped down on Horo, knocking him out again.
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a/n . Geez, we're cheap. We make you wait so long, and that's all we post. Hey, it was a nice stopping point! ^^; Never fear, we are writing as you read this! Or... I think we are.
Anyways, go ahead and take a random guess as to who the kidnappers are. Absolutely nothing to whoever gets it. XD Review, please!