Chuck: Ne! sits up I'm just gonna keep this short and sweet. Here's the
next chappy. -
Note: (This chapter is rated DS, for Drunk Spirits)
Chapter 4 The Flight to the Dessert/ Truth Through the Sakai
It took about half an hour to get on the plane, what with convincing Tamara and Mannoko to let them borrow the plane. They had gotten the plane on condition that they wouldn't damage it. So now, 5 hours later, after four food fights, and game of kamikaze with Horo and Shizuka, they were all now seated and awaiting the desert.
Angelic Manta had finally left his body, letting Manta regain consciousness.
"How ya feeling, Manta?"
"Just tired."
Yoh giggled, then sat Manta in his lap. "Your angel form is pretty cool."
"Sou kaa?"
The spirit ball mode of the angel suddenly appeared in front of Manta. "Arigatou, Manta. If not for you lending your body to me, I might've never saw the light of day again."
Manta laughed sheepishly. "It's okay. Seeing how I'm your reincarnation, I guess it was sorta my duty to let you, huh?"
"Well, maybe?"
Yoh smiled, then took the small angel and sat him in his lap. "It's good to see you two get along well." All was silent for a moment, when Yoh suddenly looked up. "Hey! Angel Manta?"
"Aa?"
"Why don't we call you P.M?"
"P.M?" The ghost cocked an eyebrow.
"Ya! For Past Manta."
P.M's face of blue light became stained with pink. "Well, if you wish, Yoh-kun. Uh, I gotta go!" The blushing ghost floated to the back of the plane, where the other ghosts awaited him.
P.M was suddenly grabbed and slammed into the wall, now out of ghost- ball mode. "Nani!?!" He looked upon the green ghost in confusion. "What do you want?"
"So you're an angel, huh!?!"
"Yeah."
"So I guess that makes you better then me, huh!?!"
"Well, I don't know you, but yes."
Tokageroh was about to punch the angel, when he suddenly felt a hand grip his shoulder. "Eh?" It was Amidamaru.
"Tokageroh, I hate to admit, but everyone's better then you."
P.M smiled, happy he shared the thought.
"Tokageroh, leave him alone," Mosuke ordered lazily, holding a bottle of wine.
P.M smiled as Tokageroh released him, then cocked an eyebrow. "Why do you all have alcohol?"
Mosuke grinned. "Come sit my friend, and I shall show you a world in which you've never seen."
An hour later, the spirits all sat laughing, then effects of alcohol still in effect.
Bason laughed. "I love dresses!"
"Koro koro ko kororo!" The small ainu spirit giggled, finishing her sentence with a hiccup.
Tokageroh grinned. "Oh yeah, Kory? Well I love faucets!"
"Amidamaru, my love. We must share our feelings for one another. We must be free!!!" Mosuke suddenly jumped up and began screaming. "WE MUST BE FREE!!!" The blacksmith suddenly jumped up, ripped clothes off and ran to the shamans.
Screams were heard from the front of the plane, then Amidamaru laughed, and looked to P.M. "I love shiny things."
P.M began to laugh, then wrapped his arm around the samurai. "Sonny boy, back in my day we didn't need shiny things. All we needed was a sword and wings, coarse that was the style at the time."
Amidamaru grinned. "I love underwear!"
P.M spat up some wine, then grinned. "You know what I love? I love your partner!"
Amidamaru giggled a little, then suddenly blinked, becoming sober. "What?"
"I love your Yoh. He's, how you say, hot! I mean, if King Hao was the way Yoh is, I can see why Yulin betrayed us."
Amidamaru stared, then quickly went into a tape recorder and began recording Manta's confessions, which continued for half an hour.
"Hao-sama! Hao-sama wake up!" The small African boy continued to dig as he was occasionally carried by the wind. "Hao-sama, can you hear me!?!"
"Opacho . . . I can't breath . . ."
"Don't worry, Hao-sama! I'll get you out of there!" Opacho suddenly became a shrew and began digging furiously, until he spotted Hao's hair. "Hao-sama!" After a few more minutes, Opacho began shaking Hao. "Hao-sama? Hao-sama!?!"
Hao's silver eyes slowly opened. "Opacho?"
"Hao-sama!" The small boy wrapped his arms around Hao. "Daijoubu?"
"Aa . . . I think." Hao tried to stand, then suddenly held his chest and dropped to his knees.
"Hao-sama!?!"
Hao looked up. "Opacho, I don't think I can get up."
"Doshite?"
"I don't know. I just feel really sick." Hao-cringed in pain, then began to fall forward, when he was suddenly caught by someone. "Huh?" He looked up, then stared at the tall man before him. "Who are you?"
The man smiled. "Daijoubu. I'll take care of you."
Hao squinted, then his eyes lit up. "It's you."
The group was sleeping soundly, when Yoh slowly opened his eyes.
Manta looked up. "Doshite?"
"I don't know . . ."
"Are you alright, Manta-san?"
P.M opened his eyes, then frowned at Amidamaru. "That was truly a drink brewed by fiery imps form the depths of hell."
Amidamaru smiled. "Still, it's always interesting to see how it effects people, such as making them admits things." He lifted the tape recorder. "Speaking of admitting things, it looks like you're have more to say then you're letting on."
"Huh?" P.M listened as Amidamaru played back parts of the tape.
"I'd like to oversoul with Yoh in more ways then one. I mean, what he lacks in chest he makes up in hips, and ass. God, I'd like to get a piece of that. Oh yeah."
Amidamaru quickly stopped the tape, then raised an eyebrow while P.M stared in humiliation. "See what I mean?"
Tokageroh grinned. "You said a lot worse then that."
P.M's face became beet red. "I . . . I . . ."
"I think you'd better keep away from the booze when you're thinking about Yoh, eh P.M.S?"
The angel frowned at Tokageroh. "Shut up!"
Amidamaru placed the recorder down, then his expression hardened. "Kidding aside, I'd prefer if you didn't think such things about Yoh-dono. He's still very young."
P.M nodded, then the spirits looked up hearing someone coming.
Ren popped his head in, sniffed, then frowned. "Alright, listen up, ya old drunks! We'll be landing in abour half an hour, so get ready and clean your mess up." He then looked to the right. "And for god's sake, someone PLEASE wake Mosuke up and tell him to put his damn clothes on! Lyserg's had enough traumatic experiences, let alone the striptease from earlier!"
"Hai!"
The spirits hurriedly cleaned up, then went to the front of the plane, where the shamans awaited them. They were all looking out the windows.
Yoh scanned the dessert sand, until his eyes dilated.
Manta looked to him. "Yoh-kun, what's wrong?"
"I can feel him."
"Who?"
"Hao. He's . . . he's alive. We . . . we gotta get down there!" The plane landed, and with that, then group began their search for Hao.
Chuck: Sorry this chapter was so short. I promise the next one will be
MUCH longer. Oh and through the following chapters, Yoh is kinda a
tool, but it 's nothing personal. It' only because he's reincarnated
from King Hao, plus, it helps the story run.
Note: (This chapter is rated DS, for Drunk Spirits)
Chapter 4 The Flight to the Dessert/ Truth Through the Sakai
It took about half an hour to get on the plane, what with convincing Tamara and Mannoko to let them borrow the plane. They had gotten the plane on condition that they wouldn't damage it. So now, 5 hours later, after four food fights, and game of kamikaze with Horo and Shizuka, they were all now seated and awaiting the desert.
Angelic Manta had finally left his body, letting Manta regain consciousness.
"How ya feeling, Manta?"
"Just tired."
Yoh giggled, then sat Manta in his lap. "Your angel form is pretty cool."
"Sou kaa?"
The spirit ball mode of the angel suddenly appeared in front of Manta. "Arigatou, Manta. If not for you lending your body to me, I might've never saw the light of day again."
Manta laughed sheepishly. "It's okay. Seeing how I'm your reincarnation, I guess it was sorta my duty to let you, huh?"
"Well, maybe?"
Yoh smiled, then took the small angel and sat him in his lap. "It's good to see you two get along well." All was silent for a moment, when Yoh suddenly looked up. "Hey! Angel Manta?"
"Aa?"
"Why don't we call you P.M?"
"P.M?" The ghost cocked an eyebrow.
"Ya! For Past Manta."
P.M's face of blue light became stained with pink. "Well, if you wish, Yoh-kun. Uh, I gotta go!" The blushing ghost floated to the back of the plane, where the other ghosts awaited him.
P.M was suddenly grabbed and slammed into the wall, now out of ghost- ball mode. "Nani!?!" He looked upon the green ghost in confusion. "What do you want?"
"So you're an angel, huh!?!"
"Yeah."
"So I guess that makes you better then me, huh!?!"
"Well, I don't know you, but yes."
Tokageroh was about to punch the angel, when he suddenly felt a hand grip his shoulder. "Eh?" It was Amidamaru.
"Tokageroh, I hate to admit, but everyone's better then you."
P.M smiled, happy he shared the thought.
"Tokageroh, leave him alone," Mosuke ordered lazily, holding a bottle of wine.
P.M smiled as Tokageroh released him, then cocked an eyebrow. "Why do you all have alcohol?"
Mosuke grinned. "Come sit my friend, and I shall show you a world in which you've never seen."
An hour later, the spirits all sat laughing, then effects of alcohol still in effect.
Bason laughed. "I love dresses!"
"Koro koro ko kororo!" The small ainu spirit giggled, finishing her sentence with a hiccup.
Tokageroh grinned. "Oh yeah, Kory? Well I love faucets!"
"Amidamaru, my love. We must share our feelings for one another. We must be free!!!" Mosuke suddenly jumped up and began screaming. "WE MUST BE FREE!!!" The blacksmith suddenly jumped up, ripped clothes off and ran to the shamans.
Screams were heard from the front of the plane, then Amidamaru laughed, and looked to P.M. "I love shiny things."
P.M began to laugh, then wrapped his arm around the samurai. "Sonny boy, back in my day we didn't need shiny things. All we needed was a sword and wings, coarse that was the style at the time."
Amidamaru grinned. "I love underwear!"
P.M spat up some wine, then grinned. "You know what I love? I love your partner!"
Amidamaru giggled a little, then suddenly blinked, becoming sober. "What?"
"I love your Yoh. He's, how you say, hot! I mean, if King Hao was the way Yoh is, I can see why Yulin betrayed us."
Amidamaru stared, then quickly went into a tape recorder and began recording Manta's confessions, which continued for half an hour.
"Hao-sama! Hao-sama wake up!" The small African boy continued to dig as he was occasionally carried by the wind. "Hao-sama, can you hear me!?!"
"Opacho . . . I can't breath . . ."
"Don't worry, Hao-sama! I'll get you out of there!" Opacho suddenly became a shrew and began digging furiously, until he spotted Hao's hair. "Hao-sama!" After a few more minutes, Opacho began shaking Hao. "Hao-sama? Hao-sama!?!"
Hao's silver eyes slowly opened. "Opacho?"
"Hao-sama!" The small boy wrapped his arms around Hao. "Daijoubu?"
"Aa . . . I think." Hao tried to stand, then suddenly held his chest and dropped to his knees.
"Hao-sama!?!"
Hao looked up. "Opacho, I don't think I can get up."
"Doshite?"
"I don't know. I just feel really sick." Hao-cringed in pain, then began to fall forward, when he was suddenly caught by someone. "Huh?" He looked up, then stared at the tall man before him. "Who are you?"
The man smiled. "Daijoubu. I'll take care of you."
Hao squinted, then his eyes lit up. "It's you."
The group was sleeping soundly, when Yoh slowly opened his eyes.
Manta looked up. "Doshite?"
"I don't know . . ."
"Are you alright, Manta-san?"
P.M opened his eyes, then frowned at Amidamaru. "That was truly a drink brewed by fiery imps form the depths of hell."
Amidamaru smiled. "Still, it's always interesting to see how it effects people, such as making them admits things." He lifted the tape recorder. "Speaking of admitting things, it looks like you're have more to say then you're letting on."
"Huh?" P.M listened as Amidamaru played back parts of the tape.
"I'd like to oversoul with Yoh in more ways then one. I mean, what he lacks in chest he makes up in hips, and ass. God, I'd like to get a piece of that. Oh yeah."
Amidamaru quickly stopped the tape, then raised an eyebrow while P.M stared in humiliation. "See what I mean?"
Tokageroh grinned. "You said a lot worse then that."
P.M's face became beet red. "I . . . I . . ."
"I think you'd better keep away from the booze when you're thinking about Yoh, eh P.M.S?"
The angel frowned at Tokageroh. "Shut up!"
Amidamaru placed the recorder down, then his expression hardened. "Kidding aside, I'd prefer if you didn't think such things about Yoh-dono. He's still very young."
P.M nodded, then the spirits looked up hearing someone coming.
Ren popped his head in, sniffed, then frowned. "Alright, listen up, ya old drunks! We'll be landing in abour half an hour, so get ready and clean your mess up." He then looked to the right. "And for god's sake, someone PLEASE wake Mosuke up and tell him to put his damn clothes on! Lyserg's had enough traumatic experiences, let alone the striptease from earlier!"
"Hai!"
The spirits hurriedly cleaned up, then went to the front of the plane, where the shamans awaited them. They were all looking out the windows.
Yoh scanned the dessert sand, until his eyes dilated.
Manta looked to him. "Yoh-kun, what's wrong?"
"I can feel him."
"Who?"
"Hao. He's . . . he's alive. We . . . we gotta get down there!" The plane landed, and with that, then group began their search for Hao.
Chuck: Sorry this chapter was so short. I promise the next one will be
MUCH longer. Oh and through the following chapters, Yoh is kinda a
tool, but it 's nothing personal. It' only because he's reincarnated
from King Hao, plus, it helps the story run.