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Ren sighed to himself. This was utterly ridiculous. How could she stick him with the damn cat for the whole afternoon! This was just cruel and unusual. He'd much rather be out training, or hanging out with Yoh and Horo. Wait... Did he say Horo? Oh good lord. This was worse than he thought. His thoughts were interrupted shortly.
"REN! Come down here! I have something to show you!" This was Yoh's voice, thank the lord. An excuse to get away. "Bring the cat too!"
Damn. Oh well, he was getting kind of used to it. Even going so far as to let it chase after his tongari. What exactly is the matter with me? He had asked himself this question as he made his way down the hall. Upon reaching his destination, he simply gaped at what he saw.
Every single person who took residence in the inn were staring at him. Some with evil grins, others slightly worried about what he might do to them.
"Pardon me for asking... but, what is going on here!" Ren was a little worried about the way some of them were looking at him. Mostly though, he was worried about the fact that Hao was there. Why was he there? Ren didn't know, and that's what scared him.
With the cool and calm of a natural con-man, Hao walked toward Ren and, with an evil smirk, grabbed him and tossed him into the nearby basement. "Sorry,Ren! But, this is necessary to take care of your problem! Besides..." He looked over at Anna and smiled at her, raising an eyebrow. "How could I refuse a request from someone as beautiful as you?"
SLAP.
As if we never saw that coming... Everyone thought at once.
"You know, you really need to cool down." Anna snarled at him. "I don't care how much you look like Yoh, you could never be like him."
"Awww! Anna, you mean you love me!" Yoh smiled at her and hugged her.
"That might be the case but...that doesn't mean I can't beat the crap out of you for hugging me."
A few seconds later...
Yoh lay in a bloody heap, everyone staring at him wondering if he would be ok.
"Will he be okay?" Manta asked.
Yoh smiled. "She likes me!"
Anna's foot promptly adorned his face and, keeping a calm face, she told him to shut up.
"Anyway, what do we do now? Ren's in the basement..." Hao pointed his thumb in the direction of the door, which was shaking and rattling as Ren tried to break it down to no avail. "The talismans from Jun are in place so Ren can't use his ghost to break out..." A huge explosion, followed by a pained scream and a curse from Ren rang from behind the door. "Pirka's locked in the basement..." A scream of terror arose from the basement. "And they should be noticing the romantic setup, courtesy of Faust in... 3...2...1..."
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS ALL OF THIS!"
"Bingo. And lastly, Horo is locked in the torture chair so he won't interfere..."
Horo rocked back an forth in the chair, which had spikes on the back in order to keep him from trying to move too much screaming out, "LET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE! I'LL KILL HIM! ARRRGGGGGHHH!" At this point, he lost balance and fell over backwards. There was a long silence, followed by something that sounded like a mix between a scream, and a gurgle. Tamao was quick to help Horo back up.
"You need to hold still! I can't get you out, and you'll hurt yourself if you keep doing that!" Tamao worriedly pleaded with Horo. "Your sister will be fine! (I hope) and this will all be over soon!"
"What was that last thing?"
"It will all be over soon."
"No, before that."
"Your sister will be fine."
"No, after that, but before the last part."
"Nothing!" Tamao quickly scurried off.
"Wait! Come back! Noooooooooo!"
"Everything seems to be in order... So now what?" Hao asked, now completely bored.
"Let's go play Dance Dance Revolution!" Chocolove shouted to everyone.
Everyone cheered, and followed him out. Except Horo. Tamao was forced to drag him out behind her.
Meanwhile, in the basement, Ren continued to kick the door angrily. "Let me the hell out of here! I don't want to be locked in here with her! Damn you all!"
"You can give up any time. We aren't going anywhere until we resolve this 'Problem'." Pirka rolled her eyes. "They're hell bent on what they want us to do." She sighed. "You do know why we're down here, right?"
Ren shook his head.
She sighed again. "They want us to get together."
Ren coughed and about choked on his own spit. "ASAKURA! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
"It wasn't my fault!" Yoh screamed back from the DDR room. "But I should be punished for murdering all of these guys in DDR! WHOO!"
"Damn him..." Ren muttered.
"Well, it could be worse." Pirka said. "We could be caught in a fiery burning hell, and locked down here with no way out."
"Yes. Let's be glad THAT isn't the case." Ren rolled his eyes. "Honestly! How can you be so stupid! What are the chances of this thing setting on fire!"
"Point taken. But right now, I'm hungry. Let's eat."
"With all this romantic garbage they have for us to eat!"
"It's not that bad."
"They have champagne, Pirka! CHAMPAGNE!"
"So? It's not like that's too romantic."
"They have expensive Roses as a centerpiece Pirka! EXPENSIVE ROSES!"
"I think it makes a great centerpiece."
"They have balloons that read, 'Ren and Pirka forever', Pirka! BALLOONS!"
"Okay, that is kind of creepy."
"YOU SEE! THEY'RE TRYING TO CONFUSE US PIRKA! Don't let them!" Ren grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "YOU CAN'T LET THEM HYPNOTIZE YOU! GYAGGH!"
SLAP!
Ren tottered back a bit from the force of her slap. "You hit me!"
"Well, duh. You were losing it." She glowered at him. "Now just sit down, shutup, and eat."
"I don't wanna."
"SIT DOWN!"
Ren sat.
"That's better. Now, please pass the champagne."
Ren grumbled and shoved the champagne towards her. "Be glad I'm even putting up with this." He grabbed a piece of bread and began to chew it slowly.
"Chew with your mouth closed." Pirka frowned at him. "That's disgusting."
"What if I don't feel like it?" Ren asked her.
"Then I'll shove this bottle down your throat."
"I'd like to see you try."
A few seconds later...
"Isn't this such a nice dinner, Ren?" Pirka smiled as she chewed some of her food.
"MMPPH! MMPH! MMMMMPPPPHHH!" Ren shook back and forth in the chair that Pirka had tied him too, with a bottle stuck in his mouth.
"I knew you'd agree!" Pirka smiled happily.
Fin of chapter
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Yes. I enjoyed writing this one. Kept the romance to a minimum, and had more time for humor. I'm gonna continue the plan in the next chap. I was told by a certain reviewer to take my time, and worry about quality. So that's what I will do.
On another note... I cannot believe I got more than 50 reviews! This is great! If I get this many reviews now, I can't wait to see what I get for my next fic, which will be a action/romance. Here's the summary.
Yoh, Ren, and Horo are 3 of the most powerful shamans on the planet. Yoh of course is the Shaman King, and Ren and Horo are his closet allies. However, as we all know, every man must have someone to care for and love. Yoh of course, is planning on marrying his fiancee' Anna. Ren, is finding himself becoming more and more interested in Horo's sister, and Horo finds himself becoming infatuated with the Asakura's most loyal student, Tamao. All is well, until word reaches them that a group of powerful shamans are threatening to destroy all of Yoh's friends and family in order to overthrow him and become Shaman Kings themselves. Knowing their duty, Ren, Horo, and Yoh must go and aid their friends in the defeat of this new threat. Unfortunately, doing this means possibly losing their lives, and their loves. Will they survive and return to the ones they care for? Or will they be destroyed, and leave the world to plunge into darkness and despair? Find out in the work of fanfiction, Life or Love.
This story is gonna be friggin huge, friggin awesome, and it'll take friggin FOREVER to finish. So don't expect it to begin publication for a while. Add me to your author alert if you want to hear when it comes out.
Everyone, thanks for the reviews!
Peace, Frank S