A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys. For this chapter, I used bits and pieces from both more recent and older suggestions and somehow managed to make it work. :P And... that's about all I have to say for the moment. Enjoy.
Ah! Wait, one more thing. I'd like to thank Jessa Rose for giving me my 300th review. *hands Jessa Rose a plate of 30 freshly baked cookies* Enjoy! :D
WARNING: Looooonnnnngggg chapter. Really long chapter. Even more so than the first. Really sorry about this, just how it turned out.
Chapter 2
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"I have high doubts about that," sighed Dr. Riddles, unconvinced. Kido clutched his shoulders, peering out from behind his head.
"I-is it safe yet Doctor?" he stammered, still greatly disturbed from the last chapter. The Doctor laughed.
"Don't worry Kido," he chuckled, patting the child's head. "If not, I shall call upon the Majestic Twelve to rescue us from this horror!"
Kido's face quickly brightened. "Really Doctor?"
Dr. Riddle's smirked. It never got old.
"Kid-ding!"
"WHA-oh god why do I keep falling for these?"
Zeno sighed sadly,-
Kiyo turned to Zeno, grinning evilly.
"Don't push your luck," snarled Zeno. "The only reason I haven't destroyed you all is because I enjoy listening to your characters getting brutally raped and butchered."
Kiyo silently contemplated how Zeno knew to use the word "raped" to mean butchered in that sense. He also briefly wondered how he knew the word in the first place, but he decided that was a question best left unanswered.
-staring out of the castle window. Despite the fact that he had lost the battle, he was still King Zatch's brother and therefore a prince. Zatch had forgiven Zeno of the past and allowed him to live with him. Zeno wasn't happy though. Sure, he was grateful that Zatch allowed him to live in the castle, but Zeno could never stop thinking about the lover he left behind.
The group turned to look at him, smirking.
"You? With a girlfriend?" laughed Wonrei. "The poor girl must be some sort of masochist."
"Why would I want a girlfriend?" Zeno snorted, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. "That's gross."
Despite being a bit of a twisted sadist, he was still a six-year-old child.
He sighed once more, letting a single tear roll down his pale face.
"Thinking about him again,-
"HIM?" roared Zeno, slamming his fists down on the floor. Although he had already been paired with a male (heck! His brother) in an earlier fanfiction, he hadn't entirely caught on to it due to his young age. Plus, Dufort had gladly left it before it got too explicit. This fanfiction, however, straight out said it.
"I was right," announced Kiyo cockily. "It IS a good story."
-aren't you?" said a voice behind him. Zeno gasped and turned around to find his brother, King Zatch Bell, standing there.
"Your Highness," he muttered, bowing.
"Never!" spat Zeno with the utmost disgust. Zatch, on the other hand, was highly amused with this turn of events.
"Now now brother," Zatch laughed, sticking out his tongue playfully. "Get on your knees and bow to your king! Nah nah!"
"You're asking for it!" warned Zeno, standing. Dufort was already reaching for the book, not even needing to be told. Kiyo, however, was just as quick.
"Not now boys," interrupted Megumi, standing in between the powerful children and their readers. "You guys can settle this some other time. Right now we have another evil to deal with," she pointed to the computer. "Fanfiction."
Zatch simply laughed. "Oh you don't have to refer to me as that, we're brothers after all. Besides, we're both royality.
"Yes, but I'm not as great as you," whispered Zeno shyly.
Zeno growled, but attempted to remain calm.
"Whatever," laughed Zatch. His brother had such a low self-esteem lately, much different from his past self. "Anyway, you didn't answer my question. Are you thinking about him again?"
Zeno allowed more tears to stream down his face. "Of course," he sighed. "I never stopped."
"Brother," said Zatch compassionately, putting his arm around his shoulder. "I know how much it hurts, but it's been almost a decade since you've seen him,-
The group turned again to look at the paling Dufort. Unless it was some sort of strange crack pairing, it was pretty obvious who the said lover would be.
"God," Wonrei finally managed to choke out. "These authors are bent!"
"Please tell me you did not just realize that?" exclaimed Dr. Riddles, narrowing his eyes at Wonrei in disbelief.
"No," muttered Wonrei, looking away and snuggling up closer to Li-en. "It's just... I can't get over how disturbing these all are."
Li-en cooed with sympathy. Realizing he could use this to his advantage, he a faked a whimper, nuzzling his face in between the bosom of his beloved. He grinned slightly as Li-en threw her arms around him, squeezing him closer.
"It's okay," Li-en soothed, holding him and rubbing his back. "We understand. It's not your fault."
-don't you think it's time you let go?"
"What do you know about love?" exclaimed Zeno suddenly, standing up and facing his twin angrily. "You don't even see your girlfriend anymore!"
Zatch sighed sadly, sitting down.
"I try, I really do," he said sadly. "It's just... my advisers won't let me. They say I shouldn't focus on love right now, that it'll only distract me from what's important. Whenever I try to leave to see her they coax me back into the castle, telling me I've got some important business to take care of. I rarely see her at school because I have my own private classes and body guards, not my choice. They won't even let me call her. She's left me so many messages, each one sadder than the last," a tear rolled down his face. "I never meant to hurt her."
"Aww," sighed Tia, her eyes watering with happiness. She was obviously getting too caught up in the fanfiction again. "He... he does care about me."
"And you had to ruin it by fooling around with Kanchome," snickered Kiyo, completely ruining the moment for her.
"Of course I care," laughed Zatch, in complete ignorance to what she had actually meant by that. "You're like one of my best friends!"
Tia contemplated whether to strangle him for being so ignorant, or embrace him for being so innocently sweet. Either one would probably end up scaring him off, so she decided neither.
"I'm sorry," said Zeno sadly.
"I think we should make a game out of this fanfiction by counting how many times the author says the word 'sad' or 'sadly'," chuckled Kiyo. "So far I've counted four."
"I know you love her, I guess I've just been a little touchy lately. I know I should get over him, but... I can't," Zeno paused, sniffling sadly.
"Five."
"Dufort was such an important part of my life, I can't just forget him like that. Plus I guess I have a thing for guy with physic abilities."
Zatch smiled. "What things do you like about him, anyway?"
Zeno giggled.
"Liar!" screamed Zeno, jabbing his finger at Kiyo. "You said you would skip any creepy romantic scenes."
"Ah, but there isn't any actual romance in this scene," stated Kiyo slyly. "Only implication. There's a difference."
Zeno snarled, then turned to his book reader in a panic.
"You! You've got some sort of psychic ability, so... so use them! Control his mind, make his head blow up, throw him out of the way with your mind-I DON'T CARE! Just do something!"
Dufort simply shrugged. Those were not part of his abilities. Zeno let out an anguished cry.
"You are useless! I would never date you! And by the way, you'd be so much cooler if you could make someone's head blow up... but I still wouldn't date you even then!"
"Well," he began shyly, twirling a lock of his hair. "I guess... everything..." he blushed, even around his own brother he was embarrassed of speaking of his love life. "The little things, to begin with. His ivory hair, his smooth, flawless skin, even his voice. He rarely spoke, but when he did, ooooh..." Zeno moaned in ecstasy.
"This is incredibly creepy," muttered Sunbeam, wide-eyed. Between his right arm lay Ponygon, quivering and crying silently. Despite the fact that Ponygon was one of the few whose character recieved relatively little butchering, he still remained one of the more traumatized of the group. Perhaps he was losing it, or perhaps he'd just always been a closet sadist, but Kiyo, who was watching him out of the corner of his eye, was slowly beginning to enjoy the effect fanfiction was having on little Ponygon. He wouldn't admit it of course, but, after all the months of having to explain the bite marks on his hands, he saw this as subtle revenge. Kiyo, having had a good inside laugh at Ponygon's expence, then shifted his eyes towards to Zeno, who was vibrating with anger but had yet to make a comment. Kiyo smiled, even if Zeno was to kill everyone in the room, it wouldn't change anything on Fanfiction dot net. Unless the author chose to terminate it, the fanfiction would live on. It would continue to be updated, read, and commented on. Years after the Mamodo battle, there it would be, Fast Times at Mamodo High, lost among the thousands of newer fics but still very much alive. Perhaps a person would find it after all those years while browsing through the older fanfiction. Perhaps he would read it and enjoy it and laugh at how pathetic and OOC Zeno is. Perhaps he would recommend it to all his friends, who would then recommend it to all their friends, and so on and so forth...
To put it simply, Zeno would never truly be free of it. Just like the rest of the group would never be free of all the pornography, pairings, trolls/n00bs, crossovers, butcherings, OOCness, and (oh god have mercy) Mary-Sues/Gary-Stus they suffered through.
But suddenly he looked sad.
"Six."
"B-but I'll never see him again," Zeno sobbed sadly.
"Seven. Gosh this is a little angst-ridden piece, isn't it?"
"And I don't know how to live without him."
Zatch hugged his dear brother close.
"I know, I know. That's how I felt when I had to leave Kiyo. It was the hardest thing I ever did, but I know our love wouldn't have lasted anyway so that's why I moved on and started dating Tia...
It was then Kiyo truly understood how Brago had felt earlier before. His heart rate increased. He could feel the perspiration beginning to form on his face and back. He drew in a breath and held it. He knew he couldn't skip through this part without the group noticing, he had already read too far into it. He began to squirm. He could see Zeno's wide grin out of the corner of his eye. He shuddered, knowing full well this was entirely his fault. Like Brago just a chapter earlier, he had gotten too cocky, too confident, and now he would pay the price.
"Eewww," Zatch cringed, stiffening his shoulders up. "That's the grossest thing I ever heard. Even grosser than me and Tia, YUCK!... Oh hey Tia, why are you looking at me like that?... You okay?... Tia? TiAGGH! *cough* TIA STOP! *gasp* TIIIIIAAA I C-CAN'T... BRRREEAATHEE... *cough gag*... W-WHY?"
"What are you waiting for?" hissed Zeno, his grin growing wider with each passing second. His voice was ice-cold. "Aren't you going to finish what you started? It is what you wanted. Such a lovely story too, would be a shame to deprive your guests of such a fine work of literature."
...Finish what you started...
That one sentence rang through Kiyo's ears, down his spine, throughout his body, causing him to shiver slightly. Kiyo was not a sensitive guy, but even he couldn't stop the tears from forming in his eyes. It wasn't fair, he was not usually a cocky person (well, at least he didn't think so. Others may say differently), so why was it that the one little itty bitty time he allowed that emotion to emerge, it had to turn around and bite him on the butt?
Kiyo slowly turned to peer at his audience. It was looking upon them that he realized how truly large of a group it came to be. However, that wasn't what took him by surprise, oh no, it was their expressions. Unfazed. Not disgusted, horrified, or frightened, just... unfazed. Even poor little Ponygon had calmed down enough to sit there quietly and listen. Perhaps there was even a little bit of curiosity in some of the looks, but only a little. For awhile Kiyo couldn't for the life of him figure out why mostly everybody was suddenly so nonchalant about it, but finally it dawned on him. The group already had to suffer through similar fanfictions with similar pairings, and this was no exception. After all they had been through, they had finally become used to it. No matter how disturbing, it would not faze them. Kiyo wasn't sure to feel relief, or worry.
"Why must you tease me like this?" wailed Suzy as she sobbed into her hands, causing Kiyo to swiftly look in her direction. Ah, right, Suzy. He had forgotten about her. Perhaps what was said earlier about the group being unfazed didn't apply to everyone. "You'd rather have a six-year-old boy than a real woman like me? W-well fine! FINE! I don't care! You do whatever the heck feels right! I won't stand in your waOH GOD KIYO PLEEEASE! TAKE MEEEEEE! TAKE ME NOW!"
Kiyo let out a slight squeak, turning away from her quickly. He began to gnaw on his lip. He could feel the grins of Zeno and Brago baring down on his back. He inhaled deeply once again, closing his eyes. It didn't matter. No matter what he did, he would still be humiliated.
"Do you all mind if... I skip through this?" he finally whimpered, hanging his head. "Please?" he had been so sure of himself, of this fanfiction, but now there he was, resorting to begging. He'd never felt more ashamed. Granted, Kiyo was not a particularly proud man to begin with, but fanfiction did strange things to you. Abnormal things. Things the put you almost... out of character.
The group grinned slightly, chuckling and muttering among themselves. They then looked to Sherry, who, for some reason, seemed to have been chosen as the group's decision maker.
"Do what feels right," she said, waving her hand slightly. "If you don't wish to read through it any longer, I see no reason why you should have to. It's your choice."
Brago's face fell. "But-but... You didn't let me skip through that easily. I was practically on my hands and knees before you said I could... It's not fair! Why is he getting off so easily?"
"Hush Brago. I didn't let you off so easily because you were using it as some form of revenge. Kiyo, on the other hand, was only reading it because he was curious, not to bother anyone."
"That's bull! It was so obvious Kiyo was trying to get on Zeno's nerves by reading that horrible ZenoDufort slash bit. Zeno, don't you wish too make Kiyo suffer as you did?"
Zeno shrugged. "Quite honestly, I don't really care. That bit probably would've ended up coming back at me and my relationship anyway, so this may be for the best. Besides," Zeno flashed a sinister grin. "I think I've gotten my fix. Watching Kiyo squirm in agony and humiliation once he realized the fic was going to turn on him is satisfying enough."
Brago was flabbergasted. "But... you... evil... hate... Zatch... Kiyo... uh... wha... huh?... I..."
Sherry sighed. "Calm down Brago, don't make me put you in the time-out corner."
"You can't put me in a time-out corner! It's not fair! I didn't do anything! You're favoring Kiyo over me and-"
"That's enough Brago, go sit in that corner over there until you've calmed down a bit."
"But-"
"I said go."
Brago shuffled over to the corner, pouting and grumbling. Kiyo, meanwhile, was gladly skimming through the fanfiction.
-"Oh Kanchome," sighed Tia romantically, snuggling into the arms of her beloved-
"SKIP! NOW!"
"Ah come on Tia I was only kidding-"
"NO MORE ROMANCE. NO... MORE... ROMANCE..."
"Alright! Alright! I'm looking! I'm looking!"
-Brago and Wonrei were sitting around in the teachers lobby drinking coffee.
"So how was your day," Wonrei asked Brago as he sipped his coffee. Wonrei didn't really like Brago but there was no one else to talk to.
"Horrible!" snorted Brago as he picked his nose.
Even though Brago's back was turned from the group, you could still see him tensing up from that sentence.
"Today I caught Tia and Kanchome doing the nasty in the locker rooms!"
Tia cringed. She resented the fact that she had to be reminded of the events of the last chapter every few sentences. Although she was young, she was old enough to realize "doing the nasty" probably meant more than just kissing, and that thought never failed to make her shudder everytime it ran through her head. Kanchome, who lived with one of the biggest womanizers that ever walked the planet, knew a little more than he should and couldn't help but smirk when that line was read. Sure, it was nothing compared to the whole love scene from the last chapter, he just enjoyed the pain it caused Tia.
Wonrei laughed. "Oh that's nothing. I'm sure lots of kids have been using the locker rooms for that even before them. It's not a big deal."
Wonrei was the cool teacher. After the mamodo battle, he really worked out and got a hot body that made all the women swoon. He also had several piercings in his ears, a nose ring, and a tattoo of a heart that said "Li-en" in the middle, his one and only true love.
"Oh Wonrei," exclaimed Li-en, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his check.
He was possibly the hottest teacher in the whole school. The girls would practically beg for him the come and teach them. Unfortunately, most of them had fatty Brago, much to their disgust.
"Unbelievable," Brago snorted, crouching further into the corner.
"You're just jealous 'cause the author doesn't think you're sexy," boasted Wonrei, beaming with pride.
Wonrei flexed his hot muscles a bit, he knew it made Brago jealous.
"NEVER will I be jealous of YOU!" snarled Brago, turning around and spitting in Wonrei's general direction. This landed him ten extra minutes in the time-out corner.
Yeah, but... it's not fair!" choked Brago, beginning to cry. Wonrei patted him on the back.
"There, there," he said, sighing. "It'll be okay. I'm sure you'll find that special girl one day."
Brago sniffled. "You really think?"
"Sure," Wonrei said, trying to pull away from Brago, who was getting tears and snot all over his awesome sexy outfit.
"Oh thank you!" he cried, grabbing him into a hug and getting more of his disgusting body fluids all over hotty Wonrei.
"No problem," muttered Wonrei, hating the feeling of gross and ugly Brago-
"'Come on Brago,'" murmured Brago, obviously mimicking Sherry. "'Let's just check it out for a bit. It'll be fun Brago. Just think about all the fanfiction about you. Imagine all the fans you have. I'm sure you won't even be able to count them all. They'll all want a piece of you!' Ha! Fans my ass."
-crying his gross adult virgin tears all over him.
"Virgin tears? That doesn't even make any sense! Why would virgin tears be any different than non-virgin tears? And my tears are not gross! They are just as clean and salty and... uh... teary as everybody elses! How dare she!"
"Wonrei?" said Brago, sniffling.
"Yeah?"
"Could... could you teach me how to be a man?"
Wonrei looked surprised, but also slightly relieved. It was about time. "Sure."
Brago squealed, clapping his hands girlishly. "Oh boy, I'm going to be a man!"
"Okay, first you have to stop jumping up and down and clapping like that."
"Sorry."
"Then, we need to get you a new wardrobe."
So Brago and Wonrei went to the mall. The had to go to the extra large stores because Brago was such a freaking fatass. There Brago tried on cowboy outfits, clown outfits, biker outfits (A/N: This would be funnier if it was an actual cartoon montage, lol ;P), emo outfits, goth outfits, prep outfits, jock outfits, gangster outfits-
"This is unbelievably boring," sighed Sunbeam, pulling his face down and yawning
"Hey, as long as it's not a me-on-Brago slash, I could care less," retorted Wonrei, raising his hands in the air in defense. "Say, what is it with teenage girls and slash anyway?"
Kiyo shrugged. "I guess they like what they can't have."
"Alright fine, but even so what is it about two guys having sex that is so appealing to a girl? Now, I'm not condemning it or anything like that, but I just can't understand why girls find it so hot for a guy to stick his-"
"Yes, alright, thank you Wonrei. No, I don't understand either, but if you ever start describing that again I swear I will go out of my way just to find graphic slash containing you."
"...I'll be quiet."
Kiyo, however, did agree with Sunbeam's comment and chose to skip through fanfiction once again to find a more interesting bit.
-As usual, Penny was outside the school, whoring herself out.
The younger mamodos squinted their eyes. "What?" they said, genuinely confused.
"She's not here, right?" exclaimed Kiyo, frantically looking over his shoulders. "I mean, she didn't arrive at one point, right? Right? Oh god please..."
"Hurry, skip before she randomly appears!" some of the group shouted frenetically.
-"Ew, ew, ewwww!" Emily, Tia's bestest friend in the whole wide Mamodo world-
"I don't even know an Emily!" cried Tia. "Why couldn't the author have given me someone I actually know as a friend? Why does there always seem to be at least one original character in these stories, is it really necessary? At least she's not a Mary-Sue, but still! Okay,I understand I could meet someone later on, but Emily isn't even a Mamodo name! It's too... Earthy! Come on, she could have done her research! Do ANY of these authors know anything about us, or did they just watch one episode of our supposed show and say 'hey, this is awesome! Imma write about this on Fanfiction 'cause I'm too lazy to actually go outside and enjoy the real world'? And that reminds me, is there any explanation to why we have our own section on Fanfiction anyway? For god's sake, we should be scared crapless! Does that not bother anyone? ANYONE? Huh? Huh? What does it mean? Did somebody cast a voodoo spell on us? Is there a higher power than us somewhere typing our words as we speak? And not only that, but a good number of the guests here arrived with no idea how they got here and how they found out about this? DOESN'T THAT WORRY YOU? AT ALL? ANYBODY? For the love of god this is not normal, we need answers! We deserve answers! Did everybody's mind go dead the moment you laid eyes on this site? Am I'm the only sane person in the room? PERHAPS I AM! HA! HA HA HA! I'M THE ONLY SANE ONE! MEEEEE..."
Tia ranted and raged for a bit as Kiyo attempted to continue on with the story.
"Make a liar out of me," muttered Kiyo, who had only a few minutes earlier noted how collected and calm the group was. He guessed as long as the scene wasn't butchering any of them, they were fine with it.
Bastards.
-said as she cringed. "I haaaatttteee math class! Yuck! OMG!"
Tia giggled. "I know right? At least we have Professor Wonrei. He's soooo cute!"
Wonrei peered at the small girl in disgust, who had now somehow tied her rant into The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and how 42 could not possibly be the ultimate answer as it made no logical sense.
Emily giggled. "He is. Oh, that reminds me, how was your hoooooooooottttt date with Zatch the other night?"
Tia cringed. "Uh... fine. You know... we did stuff..."
"Ooooooh, what kinda stuff? Give me ALL the details!"
"Ya know, fun stuff..."
"Oooh, secretive, huh?" Emily giggled. "Okay, it's your life.
Suddenly Kanchome walked by the girls.
"Hey," he said to Tia, winking. Tia bit her lip, blushing.
"Ew, go away!" yelled Emily, causing Kanchome to run away screaming. Tia sighed sadly. "Freak! What is with him anyway? He's been following you around like a puppy!"
Tia shrugged. "I iunno... he's just... clingy I guess..."
"Yeah but it's not like you're friends. It's so sudden, and sooooo creepy. Ew! Hate that slime bag!"
"Hey, don't call him that!" exclaimed Tia suddenly, surprising Emily.
"What is with you girl?" said Emily, shocked. "We always used to make fun of the little freak together. And then after, what, two days, you suddenly decide you don't like it? What, are you two BFFs now?"
"No, you... just wouldn't understand." sighed Tia.
"Whatever," replied Emily, irritated. "Come on, let's get to class."
So the girls went to class. They sat down. They took out their pens. They took out their paper. They took out the-
"ENOUGH!" roared Sunbeam, throwing his head back. "This. Is. Incredibly. BORING! Every moment of this stupid, crappy, teenie-bopper shit is putting me to sleep! Did the author even put any effort into this, or was it just written to fulfil the author's character fantasies? I'm guessing the latter one. GOD! Is this ever boring! BOR-ING! Please Kiyo, if you have any mercy, you will discontinue reading this random teenage babbling! NOT GROOVY!"
Sherry watched him, not alarmed but still concerned. "Perhaps we should leave this site now," she suggested. "Maybe we should just leave this stuff to people who know it well. Obviously we're all not used to it's power, and didn't know what we were getting ourselves into in the first place. We're ignorant, it's best if we leave while the most of us are still sane."
"That's not true," retorted Kiyo. "Not all of us were ignorant to fanfiction. Why, Folgore himself is a fairly big fanatic. He knows all about fanfiction, and how bad some of them can be..."
Kiyo trailed off suddenly, staring into space. Folgore. Dear god...
...Folgore knew of the evils that some fanfictions brought, but yet he allowed the group to go through with it. Folgore could have stopped it. Folgore could've told him what horrors some of those stories held. But he didn't. They had suffered through well over 20 fanfictions, Folgore just allowing them to do so. He knew how bad some of them were. He knew that it was a rare occurrence to find a good one. He knew what it could do to your mental health.
He knew.
"Ah, well'a... that'a was'a... refreshing to say'a the least," chuckled Folgore as he walked in, blushing slightly and tugging at his fly. "So'a... where were we?"
"You..." hissed Kiyo, jabbing his finger at Folgore, directing all his anger at the very confused Italian man. "YOU!"
Wow, I'm genuinely surprised at myself for actually writing something longer than 2000 words, haha. Again, for anyone who doesn't like long reads, I do apologize for the long length. It's the only way I can fit in all that is important, and I didn't want to break it into a third chapter. I'm not sure if all the new chapters will be this long, but we'll see. It's looking like it may be, although it may depend on the content. Also, this chapter focused more on romance than I actually intended it to, so I also apologize for that. The thing about high school stories is that that usually tends to be their main focus, so it was difficult to kind of sway the plot away from that (if you can call it a plot, that is). I already warned you last chapter of what they'll be going onto next, so hold onto your hats, because you're in for some serious shit!