Hello again! I'm back with the next chapter of this story! Well, it's late at night and I just finished it, so sorry if the ending isn't as funny. I'm sure its still funny, but you never know. Oh, ignore me my brain isn't thinking strait...
Brago: You're brain NEVER thinks strait!
Me: Hey, that was mean!
Brago: Who cares.
Me: I care! Oh well. At least I got to have you humiliated (sort of) at the end of this chapter!
Brago: You... what...!
Me: Yup. You just wait and see! Oh, and here... -hands Brago a paper bag with two eye holes-
Me: Just in case you want it.
Brago: -glares-
Heheh... yeah. Brago gets to do a lil' something later on in this chapter. Sorry if i made him out of character, but I was bored and I wanted to do something... different...
Brago: Why, you little bi--
Me: Shush now! Let the reviewers read now! Haha!
Disclaimer: I don't own Zatch Bell. If i did... well... let's just say I don't and end it there.
Oh, the Joys of Being King!
Chapter 3
The Dance Contest
Zatch Bell woke up with a start the next morning. He gave a small shiver as he remembered the previous night's encounters with the 'peek-a-boo monster', who in fact was actually Brago but Zatch didn't pay attention to that sort of detail.
So he freaked out when he saw the sinister look on the dark mamodo's face when he walked up behind him. Naturally, he ran off screaming like anybody his age would have done. Thus, he left a very confused Brago behind him.
But that was all last night. It was time to think of the future (which was something Zatch Bell rarely did).
Anyways, he woke up with a start. He stretched out his muscles and began to jog in place. It was time for a nice, new day in the mamodo world. It just needed something… different, for a change.
"I know what to do!" cried Zatch happily as his small brain thought up of something. "I'll throw a dance contest!"
Now, you see, Zatch had seen a few dance contests back in the human world when the battle for king was still being held, and he thought it looked fun. But what he didn't know is that it took a lot of training to make the dancers dance perfectly, like he had seen.
He remembered how he had to do this strange dance once when he was helping his human counterpart, Kiyo, complete a very silly promise to a friend. The human had promised that he would help his friend look for UFO's, and in order to 'summon' them he had to say these magic words and do a strange dance.
Zatch thought that the dancing was fun, and he remembered the magic words from that night too…
"Hiney, hiney, ho. Hiney, hiney, ho…" he began to sing along to the strange tune that he was taught that night. And then he began to skip along, completely forgetting about the dance contest.
But when he remembered the strange dance from that night the dance contest popped right into his head.
"I completely forgot!" the lightning mamodo said as he slapped himself on the head. "How could I possibly forget?" He shrugged, and then ran off to prepare for the contest.
The mamodo world was going to have an eventful day today… nothing like it's ever seen…
-o-o-o-o-o-
It was now early afternoon. The sun was shining, the strange birds that inhabited the mamodo world were chirping, and many other mamodos were walking happily about. That is… until a strange poster rose from the ground of a mamodo town.
It was very large and had a rainbow look to it. Bad drawings of what looked like people dancing were placed all over the poster, and in big letters across the front were the words "DANCE CONTEST". Many mamodos stared blankly at it as it rose into the air. Some wondered what the heck a dance contest even was, for they were either too dumb or didn't pay attention to such simple minded games.
And appearing right behind the poster was a large stage that also held the same words. Standing on the stage was Zatch Bell himself. And somehow, he managed to get a speaker phone.
"Everyone, mamodos of all ages, I welcome you for the first time ever, the mamodo dancing contest!" Zatch said, speaking through the microphone.
The mamodos all around him just stared at him blankly, some even put a finger up to their mouth in a clueless manner. Had their king gone mad…?
Tia, who happened to be around at the moment, walked up to the stage and gave a confused look. "Why are you holding a dance contest? Isn't that what humans do?"
"I was bored." was Zatch's response. He shrugged, and then began to speak in the microphone again. "Now, who wants to dance?"
A few mamodos, only one or two, walked up to the stage. They had never participated in a contest before, and they were also known for being one of the oddest mamodos around.
"I guess I'll dance a little."
"Yeah, me too!"
Seeing that more than one mamodo wanted to dance, a whole flock of others came up to the stage, screaming happily; all of them crying out things such as "I want to dance!" or "Where do I sign up?"
The mamodo king grinned happily to himself. Well, what do you know, the plan worked after all. Meanwhile, hiding in the shadows produced by a building and a tree, a sinister being peeked through the shadows and glared at the scene.
"What the hell is he doing throwing a dance contest? That's for those pathetic humans." The figure, known as Zophise, shook his head. He was known as a he, but for some mamodos (the ones that liked to pick on others no matter how strong or evil they were and didn't care what the consequences were) liked to call Zophise a "she". Mainly because Zophise sounded like a girl, looked like a girl, dressed like a girl… had a lot of characteristics like a girl… you get the idea.
Normally, Zophise would be planning something evil right about now, but he had decided that he'd be on vacation for a while and was taking a break from plotting evil schemes. Shocking, yes, but for now Zophise was rather bored and all it seemed like he was doing nowadays was plotting evil things, so he took a break off of it, enjoying the 'peace' that would rarely occur in the town. What? With Zatch Bell as king, there was hardly any peace at all!
But back to Zatch, he already had two mamodos dancing on the arena. Strange music was playing, that of which had no rhythm, and was probably created by a being that had no idea how to create music.
The mamodos on the stage were dancing to the music nonetheless, if you'd call it dancing. The female mamodo that was up twisted her legs around in odd positions that didn't seem possible until she twisted them like that, and was spinning around in circles. Her dancing was horrible, and Zatch was having second thoughts of throwing the contest as he watched her. And then he turned his head around to see the male that was dancing.
His was just as bad, if not, worse. You couldn't even describe what he was doing. It was just that bad!
The dancing lasted for a while, and apparently the music didn't have an ending point. And… who was the one who created the song, anyways? Didn't they know how to end it? Or was it just a broken record?
Eventually Zatch had to call off the round, and he gave the scores of the two contestants (who weren't very happy about their scores, but they got over it). They soon walked up, and only one mamodo walked up onto the stage.
"I'm ready to dance!" he cried. The mamodo, known as Fein, looked around with an evil grin. If he couldn't become king, he could become the king of dancers! It was his greatest plan yet! He could beat anybody with his skills! He'd use his speed and agility to win… "Bring it on! I can beat anybody!" he cried.
Zatch Bell squinted his eyes and stared at Fein. He looked sort of familiar… but he couldn't place his finger on it. Had he met this mamodo before…? Oh well.
And as the mamodos before Fein (besides Zatch) looked up at Fein, they all thought to themselves. They weren't going to dance against him. He wasn't even worth their time.
As everyone stared up at Fein, Brago happened to be walking by. The mamodo crowd he was in backed up as the dark mamodo walked through. Everyone seemed to give him space, for the fear of having to face his wrath if they ever annoyed him too much.
Zatch, now spotting Brago, gave a hearty laugh and hopped over to him. The dark mamodo stopped walking as the little imp walked up in front of him.
"Hi, Brago!" Zatch said cheerfully. "D'you wanna dance? I'm throwing a contest; I bet you could beat… whoever that other guy is."
Brago narrowed his eyes and gave a scowl. "I don't dance." he said with annoyance in his voice. He made to walk off, but Zatch kept hopping in his way.
"Come on, Brago! I bet you've never tried!"
"And I don't plan on ever trying."
"Please try? I'm sure you'll have fun."
"I don't do fun, either."
"Have you ever tried to have fun?"
"No."
"Then I guess you're weak in the skill of having fun." Zatch grinned to himself. He knew Brago hated being called weak, and he couldn't wait to see the dark mamodo's reaction.
Brago stared down intently at the lightning mamodo. If he weren't king, he would have strangled him by now… but unfortunately he was, so he couldn't hurt him.
"I'm. Not. Weak." he said bitterly.
"Then prove it!"
All the other mamodos around watched as the two continued to bicker. They never dared to bother Brago, but apparently their king had other plans.
Brago said nothing as the lightning mamodo grinned up at him mischievously. Now why had he gone in and said that? Foolish little…
He cursed under his breath, and he looked around at the large crowd watching him. Why oh why did they have to stare so intently like that? It was getting really annoying really fast…
"Is Brago going to ignore the challenge?" Zatch continued to coax the dark mamodo to compete in the contest. "C'mon, you know you want to."
'No I don't want to' was what Brago would have said, but for some reason he felt like he lost his voice. Meanwhile, in the background, Fein was calling out to the two.
"Hey, is Brago going to cower and ignore the challenge? Is he weak or is he a coward? I want to dance!"
At this comment, the dark mamodo's ruby red orbs disappeared into the depths of his cloudy eyes, and he jerked his head to stare at Fein. "You're on!" he yelled. Zatch gave a gleeful laugh and ran up to the stage to grab the microphone.
"Your attention mamodos of all ages! We now have a great competition to be held right here and now! Brago verses… whoever this guy is." said the king through the microphone.
"I have a name you know." Fein said irritably. He glared at Zatch.
"Sure you do. Just like the Vulcan 300! Now, let's get on with the competition!"
As Brago made his way up to the arena, the crowd parted to make a path for him. They watched as he climbed up on the stage and faced Fein.
"Looks like Brago the all mighty isn't a coward after all." taunted Fein.
"Shut the hell up. I want to get this over with." Brago snapped back. He cursed under his breath again and glared at Zatch. "You're going to pay for this, you know that."
The lightning mamodo just waved his hand in a flippant gesture. "Yes, yes, very nice. Now, let's get this contest going!"
The blonde haired mamodo then started the music again, this time it had a better beat and sound to it. Fein began to dance and he wasn't too bad, either. He would spin around at the right cue of the beat, and do other crazy stuff. Meanwhile, Brago had his own strange way of dancing. Apparently he had picked up the form of 'break-dancing' from the human world, and was now doing just that. All the mamodos stared at the two opposing mamodos as they danced their best.
Zatch began to drool a little as he gawked at the scene. Was… was Brago really dancing! Where's a camera when you need one?
The music began to play harder, and the two began to dance harder. Eventually, Fein felt himself wearing out a little, but it looked as if Brago wasn't even wearing out at all! And, sooner than he knew it, Fein tripped on his funny shaped shoes and landed on the stage face-first. Leaving Brago as the winner.
Zatch then hopped up and let out a laugh. "And we have a winner!" he cried. But before he could even run up to the dark mamodo and congratulate him, Brago had completely disappeared.
So the lightning mamodo stood there, confused. Where had he gone? Didn't he want to know his prize? Oh well. There's always next time he could award him!
Fein, a little dizzy from tripping on his shoe, sat up and let out a sob. "But I'm supposed to be the king of dancing! It's not fair I tell you! Not fair!"
"Who said life was fair? And besides, Zatch is the real king!" said Tia, who was still hanging around. She thought it amusing to see Brago dance; luckily she had a camera with her and managed to take a snapshot. She ran up onto the stage and stared down at Fein. "Why don't you just stop complaining already? If you want to dance, then take that silly little thing around your neck and wear it as a tutu!" At this comment, Tia thwacked Fein on the head and walked away.
Zatch Bell smiled to himself again. This was the greatest idea ever! He even got to see something that most mamodos (or anybody, really) wouldn't be able to see! What a day!
He began to dance to the music himself as a different song played, and everyone else began to dance as well (except for Fein, he was too busy moping to himself). And everybody had a good time for the rest of the day as they danced to the music.
-o-o-o-o-o-
A figure was seen in the forest of the town. It was Brago, and he was hitting his head against a tree.
"Why o why did I compete in that stupid competition?" Brago kept asking himself the same thing over and over again. "Why?"
Now he had finally felt embarrassed about it all. But he wanted to prove to that weakling, Fein, that he himself was not weak and was certainly not a coward. But why did he have to dance? Oh he was in for it now. He'd be in for hell the next day…
-Looks around-
Honestly, I have no idea where this came from. It was just a little something that popped up in my head... eh... well, hope you liked it!
Brago: Why did you have Zatch throw a DANCE CONTEST!
Me: Ask Zatch.
Brago: -to Zatch- Why did you?
Zatch: Don't ask me. Ask Twi.
Brago: Just leave me alone for once, will you?
Me: Maybe later. But for now, I have to respond to my reviewers!
PsychicLunar: Pointless and random things can be really hilarious at times, only if they're good though. I don't like reading things that are too pointless, or if they're just really bad. But, glad you like it! Yes, writing makes the world go round... and so does darkchocolate... XD
Enula: So, which peek-a-boo monster did you see? I sort of had two in the last chapter (For Kanchome, it was Zatch and for Zatch it was Brago). Haha... no, it's not that sad that just the mere mention of Brago makes you happy. OK, maybe it is, but it's the same for me... :-) Brago: Leave me alone. Me: No! You're too cool! Brago: -glares- Me: Ha, well, anyways, glad you like it!
Sevetenks the Ultimate F: Well, here's the next chapter. And, please do remember that I have not seen the real version of the show (Konjiki no Gash Bell). I've only seen Zatch Bell. I would like to see the Japanese verison, but... yeah... I don't think I'd be able to find it... -sob-
StaticShock28: No, there's not really a plot to this. I'm just making pointless random stuff...
Well, I'm glad you peoples like the story so far! Even if its pointless and random, but that's whats making it funny.
Brago: You mean humiliating me is funny?
Me: Hey, you're the one who chose to dance, not me.
Brago: ...
Me: HA! Cat got your tongue?
Brago: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Me: It's an old saying, really...
Brago: -mumbles- an old human saying...
Me: What's that?
Brago: Nothing.
Ah, well... hope you all liked this random/pointless/weird chapter i put up! I'm logging out now!
Brago: Yeah, logging out so you can think of more ways to torture me...
Me: Just shut up already, will you? Go hug Sherry or something.
Brago: -eye twitches- What. Did. You. Say.?
Me: Nothing. Heheheh... now for real I'm logging out. Bye!