Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction ❯ ANOTHER CHAOS DAY ❯ THE GHOST!? ( Chapter 3 )

THE GHOST?

 

 

Summary: Ouch it only needs three words to explain: A GREAT CHAOS!

 

 

It was a silent, nice Mibu daybreak. Or at least it was a silent and nice morning until a really thunderous scream echoed all over the Mibu Land,

 

 

“GGGHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSST!!!GHOOOST!! GHHOOOOST!!!! GHOSTGHOSTGHOSTGHOSTGHOOOST!!!! EVERY FUCKING ONE PLEASE OUT AND HEEEELP MEEE!!!”

 

 

The scream was then followed by the showin' up of Tokito the Taishirou, rushing out like a hell from her room in the Tsukikagejo Palace. In the next second, the green-haired girl had dashed to Fubuki's room.

 

 

“Umbridge-san!” he kicked the door of Fubuki's room, “HELP ME! There was a freaking ghost of Mu-“

 

 

“Tokito, OUT! OUT! I'm dressing can't you see?” Fubuki shrieked, taking any random fragment to cover his naked body.

 

 

“Oh...” Tokito blushed, “I'm so sorry!” she closed the door again.

 

 

Fubuki sighed in relief. But just when he put on his black cloak, the door swung open again.

 

 

“TOKITO, can't you just wait outside until I finished my-” Fubuki stopped when he realized that the figure that had just stepped into his room wasn't even Tokito. It was Hishigi.

 

 

“Umbridge...” Hishigi said with his flat tone, “there is... a ghost...” with that, he fainted.

 

 

“Peter!” Fubuki dashed and caught Hishigi's falling body, forgot about his half-naked appearance, “Hold on!”

 

 

“Um...” Tokito peeked from behind the door, her green eyes twinkling in uncertainty, “Have you finished dressing, Umbridge-san?”

 

 

Fubuki's eyes widened. “Argh! Not yet!” he released Hishigi's body, letting the scientist's black head crushed the ground, “Out, Tokito! I'm dressing!”

 

 

Tokito nodded and closed the door.

 

 

After five minutes straight, Fubuki finally finished putting all his pride suits. “You can come in, Tokito.”

 

 

Tokito stepped into the room and screamed as her eyes caught the bloody head of Hishigi. “Peter! What in the world has happened on you!?” Tokito squatted and started to shake Hishigi's body.

 

 

Fubuki's jaw dropped. “Ouch! I'm sorry, Peter!” he joined Tokito in squatting mode, examining if Hishigi was still alive.

 

 

“Does that mean you're the one who bring him into this condition!?” Tokito asked Fubuki in terror.

 

 

“YES! But if he dies, you HAVE TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH, you hear!?” Fubuki answered, suddenly became big and frightening.

 

 

“Um... alright...”

 

 

The door swayed open again.

 

 

“Who the hell now?” Fubuki muttered, nearly unheard.

 

 

“FUBUKI! THERE IS A GHOST! A GHOST!” It was Yu'an in an out-of-breath condition, just like if he had run from the furthermost corner of the Mibu Land.

 

 

Fubuki punched Yu'an's head. “My name's Umbridge!”

 

 

“Yeah, Umbridge or whatever, THERE IS A GHOST ON MY TERRITORY!!!”

 

 

Hishigi suddenly woke up. “Yes, I saw it too, Umbridge,” he said, looked like even uncertain for himself, “It was the ghost of Mu...”

 

 

“What Mu?”

 

 

“Mu...”

 

 

“What Mu?”

 

 

“Mu... Mu... Mu...”

 

 

“WHAT MU!? You're wastin' mine and your time and all the precious Taishirous' time!!” Fubuki thumped Hishigi's head, causing more and more blood pouring from it, “Stop sounding like a cow and tell me what ghost you're keep telling about!”

 

 

“But I'm uncertain if it was him... he was dead...” Hishigi muttered.

 

 

“Come on! Wake up!” Fubuki slapped Hishigi to refresh him up, since he might take some serious damage from the recent crush.

 

 

Unexpectedly, Hishigi slapped back. Then happened a breathtaking slapping contest for at least five straight hours, with Tokito and Yu'an as the judge. They seemed like able to slap forever if Yu'an didn't stop them, seeing that both Fubuki and Hishigi's cheeks had hurt so bad.

 

 

“Alright,” Fubuki played cool again (but his cool manner wasn't too success because his cheeks were terribly swollen), “Now just tell me this ghost's name.”

 

 

“...Mu...” said Hishigi.

 

 

“...ra!” Tokito said.

 

 

“...ma...” said Yu'an.

 

 

“...sa!” they stated simultaneously.

 

 

Fubuki slapped the three Taishirous for telling something that so much impossible. Unluckily, the three Taishirous slapped back. The slapping contest happened again.

 

 

Then the door flew opened softly. The slapping contest stopped.

 

 

“FUBUKI-CHAAAAAN!” A figure of a smiling handsome man walked into Fubuki's room. His hair was bright blonde, and his eyes were lavender blue. He was no one but Muramasa.

 

 

Fubuki blinked. Hishigi blinked. Yu'an blinked. Tokito blinked. Five seconds later, they screamed simultaneously, “GGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOSSTTTTTTTT!!!!”