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 us 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! Nevertheless, I am posting it now, so..um-yes, thank you for your review! Review the other chapters! Moreover, 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!
With Ren at their side, Hao knew that the Crusade would be invincible, and was not worried about the outcome any longer. The time was now to act, it was either now or never, and Ann must be stopped!!!
Moreover, with the weight of Yoh, Anna, and Hana off of his back (literally), Hao could relax…
Wait.
"What the hell?! Yoh?!" Hao screamed hysterically, running around in redundant circles and tracing a pattern in the tiled floor.
Behind Hao, stood a cheerful looking Yoh, Anna, and Hana, all smiling and waving happily…true, Anna's smile was a bit dangerous looking, and her wave appeared to be little more than a fist, but it was apparent that they were all safe and happy…
In addition to that…
It appeared as though all three had gone to Disneyland.
Hao rolled onto the floor, fainted, and the Hanagumi carried him to the Fried Cheese Stand on the stage to get a bit of rest and to lower his brain power a considerable bit by means of a talk with the ever-vegetating Horohoro.
The occupants of the Idol building were all but ready to leave and forget the finals, leaving the contest unfinished, and Jeanne, Lyserg, and Marco enraged and bloodthirsty, however, with the help of Faust, or, Fred Astaire, somehow the show stayed under control and the finals wer eto play out as they should.
"Now we need a NEWER host, all Horo-whatever does is vegetate, and Mari doesn't like it. Mari gets BORED when people vegetate…Mari's bored! Mari's bored!
Mari's incesscant whining nearly drove Macchi to tears of frustration, and a quick slap from Kanna remedied their trifle of a quibble.
"So…who is going to host…? Do you have any ideas…Kanna?" asked Macchi, tediously balancing a pencil on her upper lip and focusing all of her attention on it.
Kanna looked slightly troubled, "Only one…"
"Mari wants to know who it is." said, Mari, of course, holding Chuck tightly.
"Well.." said Kanna with a sigh, "Ren Hung."
Mari and Macchi burst into uncontrollable laughter, pointing rudely at Ren, who, incidentally, had taken it upon himself to be the host nonetheless.
"Hi. My name is Ren Hung. I am singer. I am good singer. But I no know nothingk about music. So, I no Shaman King Idol, I just Ren….But today, I am Ren the Host, so enjoy….Okay, guys?"
The audience obviously loved Ren, the first host they had actually liked, and clapped until their hands turned a painful bright crimson.
"Now, we have our first singer in the Finals! And I am so totally dokidy doki doki excited, (A/N: LOL ) aren't you guys? Her name is Jeanne, and she says she enjoys torturing people, drinking lemonade, and watching the Toys R Us people urinate inside of their pants! Here she is---de nexto Madonna…Iron Maiden Jeanne!!!!" yelled Ren Hung excitedly.
Jeanne stepped out from behind the rich blue velvet curtains, this time dressed in a flashy red candy taffeta gown, shaking her hips all the way out to the stage.
And surprisingly…So did Hao!
Dressed in a shimmering light blue suit, also shaking his hips all the way while he flittered to the stage, was a sunny Hao-Sama, dancing just as Jeanne was, and both of their voices sounded as sweet as melted popsickles.
Until the competition began.
Anything you can do I can do better
I can do anything better than you
No you can't
Yes I can
No you can't
Yes I can
NO you can't
YES I can
NOOO YOOUUUU CAAAAN'T!!!!
YES I CAAAANNNNN!!!!!
Anything you can do I can do better
I can do anything better than you
No you can't
Yes I can
No you can't
Yes I can
NO you can't
YES I can
NOOO YOOUUUU CAAAAN'T!!!!
YES I CAAAANNNN!!!!!
Anything you can do I can do better…
I can do anything better than you!
Apparently, the two were trying to outdo the other, and got into a rather rough brawl, scratching, and poking, and pulling at hair.
"OOH! CATFIGHT!" squealed Yoh, summarily being slapped by Anna.
"I can do anything better than you!" screamed Hao viciously.
"NO you can't!" growled Jeanne evilly.
"YES I can!" he replied.
"NO you can't!"
"YES I can!"
"NO YOU CAN'T!"
"YES I CAN!"
"NO YOU CAN'T!"
"YES I CAN!!!!"
The two were ushered to the back by Anna with an iron fist, still arguing, but thus solving the stage problem and allowing the next and last group to compete.
"And now…we have the Yaoi Dynamic Duo---Marco and Lyserg!! Yaaaaay!! Yaaay! YAAAAY!" screamed Ren excitedly THREE times.
With a flash of blinding light, Marco and Lyserg appeared on the scene, in sparkling white tuxedos and wearin roguish, drunken grins upon their handsome, tipsy faces.
to the tune of Barney
I'll drink you
You'll drink me
We're a drunken family
With a swift eight-pine
And a beer from me to you
Won't you say
You'll sponsor too?
True the song was short, but VERY drunk, and VERY sweet…The audience could not decide between a catfight or a drunken sentiment of yaoi love, and so left the vote open to ANYONE who could make up their mind.
Suddenly, the REAL Simon Cowell moseyed on over to the stage, and exclaimed, "The WINNER IS MEEEE!!!"
Everyone agreed, Jeanne and Hao fought, and Marco and Lyserg learned the art of the Drunken Fist from Jean from Lunar 2 ETB…
Meanwhile, a certain magician/Fred Astaire/necromancer/doctor with his favorite authoress and his beloved wife, surfed the skies on a magical Yoshi egg emblazoned with the letters: FRANK SINATRA…
"Ah, a truly wonderful ending, was it not?" sighed Faust contentedly, brushing his hair.
"Yes, it all turned out so happily….I love happy endings…" said Eliza, smiling tearfully.
"Oh, you guys…" said the Authoress, "You are the best!" she was nearly crying from the sentimental ending herself, and was wiping away tears and dutifully handing tissues to Eliza as she was sobbing rivers of joy for Marco and Lyserg's proclaimations of drunken love.
Suddenly, the three saw a 4Kids executive having a relaxing vacation within a brightly colored hot air balloon.
Faust flew over to it, holding both Eliza and the Authoress' hands tightly, and popped the balloon with a needle.
The balloon sputtered and went flying wildly, throwing the 4Kids executive 2237829178936247843, 27189467486235752902, 372493285048695768756897204395890475894375894758940, 5745894375897, and 5843 feet to the ground with an EXTREMELY satisfying crunching sound.
"TEAM 4KIDS IS BLASTING OFF AGAIN!!!!" he cried in horror as Faust, Eliza, and the Authoress watched the tranquil sun set on the rosy horizon, giggling and drinking Italian Sodas.
fin
A/N: So, did you enjoy it, praytell? I do hope you did! This is the end, and sorry about how I portrayed Jeanne, she is one of my favorite characters, and I just like poking fun at all of them, and it was surely an opportunity I could not miss…
Please do not hurt me, I am but a crappy Authoress.
Well, that, I'm afraid, is that, and this was the last chapter, if you want a sequel I could make one, and remember, whoever answers my question that I posted a couple of chapters backs gets to make me write whatever type of story they want!
Well…except lemons and FaustXanyone-but-Eliza. It is just a rule of mine for myself which I must uphold, and…(10 hours later…) yes, umm-that is it! More fics coming soon!
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