Shaman Idol

A/N: I wanted to do a Shaman Idol, like American Idol shamanized! Guess who the judges are? Nheh, and the contestants?

Let's just say that our favorite idol might pop up as well….Ren Hung?

Disclaimer: 'Tis a pity that I do not own Shaman King…

A/N: Yes, Sheo Darren, I did write this in the wee hours of the night on All Soul's Day, I am not lying! But I am posting it now, so..um-yes, thank you for your review! Review the other chapters! And what do you mean it reminds you of your FIRST FIC?!?!?!?!?!?! Are you saying it is bad?! Are you?! / Thank you THE-PIT-MONSTER, again, it would be fun to work on a collaboration project with you, (as if you'd ever want to, I am but a crappy writer…) maybe after this BURDEN is finished, or I could possibly put it off for a while…Nheheheh….And ShiningStarAngel, you were the first to review, and for that you will always have a place within my heart! Okaaaaayies!! Let us begin!

Horohoro began to chant in a rather sinister manner, "UISUSJDNDHAHS, USJSJFNS, USJFNAOJF, UFNSJNFJSNFK, ANN, USUI, BSUIGUISHDJANSUDBHUDIFBYUGYUFRTDTRUYWOJFOIWIWIRHRH!!!!!!!!"

And with the Words of Power being chanted vigourously behind it, the Chicken Bucket regained its energy and swept up Tokageroh Chicken and Manta Chicken within its inner bucket prison…Alas! Another of their dwindling numbers had been kidnaped!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" cried Macchi and Mari in unison, falling to their knees, crestfallen.

Horohoro ceased chanting, and merely said one word…the one word that would destroy the thing they needed most!

The Infirmary!!!!

"No! Kanna!" cried Macchi, eyeing the Infirmary with sadness.

"No! Haoooo-SAMA!!!!!!" cried Opacho, but then was summarily squished by the authoress with a mallet. (he's kawaii, however…he's just so confoundingly annoying!)

"FJIYP!" cried Horohoro with a maniacal, cackling, mocking giggle.

The audience and the auditioners could only watch as the Infirmary was blown into snippets of plaster and tape (A/N: Tape?)

and erupted into a flaming inferno…

Then Horohoro went back to vegetating beside the eternal fried cheese stand.

The studio sat in shocked silence as the Infirmary burnt into gray ash, and the wind swept away the remains of Hao, Kanna, and the vending machine…or so they thought.

The silence went on for agonizing days, until they heard a lovely voice singing on the stage…A person with chocolate brown hair that blew every which way, and was shiny and smooth…It was Hao!

"Hello everyone!" he said with a chipper smile, seeming to ignore the bloodied axe in his hand.

"H-hello…Hao-Sama…" said the audience with a slight chatter of the teeth.

Kanna stepped out behind him, and solemnly announced, "Tamao-chan has quit the workforce, she said her new passion was the open, winding concrete road, the wind at her back, and the machine of the ever-living rebel, James Dean, the holy motorcycle!….Bye, Tamao-chan, we'll all miss ya!" she exclaimed tearfully, and retreated back to the judge's table for moral support by the remaining Hanagumi, who could not control Ashcroft any longer and had not for about the last two chapters and did not notice that he had run off to become a Thai tranvestite.

All in a flash, the contest had dissolved into chaos, and things were running wild, as the Hanagumi and Hao were strategizing to conquer Evil Hillybilly Goddess Queen Ann, and to return Yoh, Anna, and Hana back to their home of Funbari…

"Alright, my lovely army, we need to think of a way to kill Ann, and fast." said Hao intensely, "It's our only hope for my baby brother."

"But you're twins." commented Macchi.

"I'm a ½ second older, so there." said Hao, blowing a rather rude rasberry at Macchi.

"Well, anyway," he said, resuming a businesslike demeanor, "We need to find a way to dismember her, for that is her only weakness…and I know she doesn't like cows, or jello."

"This is gonna be hard." sighed Kanna mournfully.

"Why can't Mari just stick a banana up her---"said Mari, interrupted.

"Pink shoes!" cried a 4Kids executive.

Magically, Faust (or Fred Astaire) came down from the sky, and speared the executive on a giant shishkabob prong along with nearly 30000000 more 4Kids executives, and such….and with that, our magical crusader disappeared with these words, "Pneumoniasillymicrochopichankopis is the scientific name for the common cold." (A/N: It truly is, just to tell you, de gozaru.)

"Why jello, Hao-sama? I'm not trying to be rude, but…what's wrong with it? You've got to be crazy not to like Jell-o." said Macchi thoughtfully, kicking her heels in the air.

"Because, Ann is the source of all evil, and jello is pure goodness, so therefore, it will be her downfall." said Hao sagely.

They paused for a minute to ponder the Ultimate Weapon that could defeat Ann once and for all…Something that could save Yoh, Anna, Hana, Chicken Tokageroh, and Chicken Manta….Something omnipotent and powerful…

Not one idea came.

A very (once again) drunken Lyserg and Marco tottled up to the Judge's Table, singing and brandishing merrily their bottles of rum.

"You know, you guys are loud…It hurts Mari's ears." complained Mari, annoyed.

"We're not loud, we're merry!" slurred Lyserg.

"And they saaaay the mooor the meerrrieer!!!" the two sang together, twirling around.

"Da una vuelta!" shouted Marco as he twirled once around.

"What the hell?" asked Kanna, totally bewildered.

"Ish Spanish me lady…Teh language of de Spaniards!!!!" Lyserg slurred again, falling into Marco's lap.

The two twirled away, leaving both Hao and the Hanagumi to stare confusedly and wonder why they had ever accepted the jobs they had.

Suddenly, Faust, Eliza, and the Authoress rose down upon Donald Trump's hairpiece…

"Ohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho!" they laughed in unison.

"How about a cow made of jello?" suggested Faust cryptically.

"Yes, like the Trojans." hinted Eliza.

"Remember Helen of Troy, praytell?" clued the Authoress.

And, flashing the Hao and the Hanagumi enigmatic smiles, the three rode away on not Donald Trump's hairpiece now, but instead, on a spoon bearing the name, OLLY THE MAGIC BUM.

"Ohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho!" they cried into the midnoon, flying into the clouds once more.

"A cow…made of jello…" pondered Hao… "Eureka! That's it!"

A/N: A cliffhanger…Nice again, is it not? Whilst I write this, I am beginning to feel as if I require a break from it and to start a new fic as well, and finish this later…? Hm, I suppose I will ride this one out, and then move on to some more Faust Fics, and a collection of poetry or something…00;….Oh well, "Everything shall work out!"

PS: Now we all love cows.

Ja Ne

Neko-Neko Faust VIII