Faust Loses Contact

[ShiroiUsagi]

Of Contacts and Men, a Faust VIII fanfiction
By wannabeeliza and ShiroiUsagi

(Author's note: At one point in this fanfiction, Horohoro is refered to as "Honglong." This stems from some Chinese bootleg Shaman King DVD subtitles on a DVD that my friend owns. You need not pay it much heed. Any way, thank you for reading, and I appologize in advance for any delayed update postings. Enjoy!)

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“Orange sand, orange sand…” Horohoro fumed. “All there is is orange sand! I’m sick of all this ORANGE SAND!!!”
The Ainu, Asakura Yoh, Johann Faust VIII, Tao Ren, Bokkuto no Ryu and Manta were walking through the desert as usual, wishing to find a sign of Patch Village. They had gotten separated from the others and were hoping/planning on meeting up with them at the Village. Anna seemed to have a way of managing such things.
“Shut up.” The Ren said. “Your complaining isn’t going to change things at all. So why don’t you just shut it?”
Yoh shaded his eyes with a hand, squinting for a sign of life. Manta scuffed his feat while Ryu hummed absently. Faust sighed, removing his white top-hat, hoping to cool off his head. He blinked, then suddenly dropped to the ground. The others whirled about, thinking he had been injured, or feinted from sunstroke. Instead they found the German Shaman shifting the sand with his fingers, looking about, frazzled.
“Eliza,” he said, panic surfacing in his voice. “I can’t find it.”
His wife solidified next to him, standing over Faust VIII. “I told you to wear your glasses.” she told him, scolding, yet concerned.
“What can’t he find?” asked Ryu, stooping slightly incase he might see.
“A contact.” answered Faust, worry fading into hopelessness. “It’s not here.”
“Faust wears contacts?!?!” exclaimed the others all at once, in typical anime fashion. All of the others, with the exception of Ren, who blanketed his surprise and said,
“Are you sure you lost it here?”
“Yeah,” put in Horohoro, “and not, like, further back?”
Faust didn’t respond for a bit, concentrating solely on dusting the sand for his lens. Finally he voiced, “I thought it was right here. I think it fell out just now, but, already I can’t find it. It’s lost…” he hissed something in his native tongue.
“Already lost in the shifting sands of time.” spoke Horohoro, nodding sagely.
The others all looked at him, save Faust, who now thought with his head against his hands.
“What?” persisted Honglong, “Chocolove’s not here. Somebody had to-”
“Shut it! Nobody has to. Chocolove doesn’t have to. And frankly, nobody wants him to.” Ren shot- down, gripping his KwanDao.
Eliza turned back to her disparaged spouse. “Did you bring another pair?”
“Nein. That was the only one.”
“Well, how bad is your eyesight without them?” Asked the ever-optimistic Yoh.
Eliza and Johann both thought back to Faust VIII’s younger days, to the glasses he wore back then, and how thick they were.
“Pretty bad.” Faust understatemented.
Everyone thought for a bit (although, admittedly, not all minds were focused upon Faust’s predicament. Horohoro was thinking about sushi.) before Yoh asked,
“But your other one’s still in, right?”
Johann Faust nodded.
“Saa. Then we can manage. Nantoka naru. Everything’ll work out. Just be careful with that last one.”
“If need be, we’ll be your eyes.” offered Manta.
“Mm. And maybe you could buy a new pair at Patch Village.” Finished Yoh. (he was only really joking at the time, but once he found out what Patch Village was like…)
“Thanks, everyone. Danke.” said Faust VIII, standing and dusting off his knees.
The group started walking once more. Faust watched Horohoro trip over nothing. They would be his eyes. Faust frowned.
This was going to be a long journey.

[KuroiInu]

*whips out reviewing microphone dramatically*

"YOU---
...
... (oh, the suspense?)
...you spelt 'loses' wrong. Faust's contact is apparently loose. As in not tight." Oh, Usagi...

Teh Choco-speech still pwns...

[ShiroiUsagi]

Thanks, Inu-chan. *changes.* (...oy.) Any comments are welcome! Until the next post/update-
Ja, ne!

[kfttjdb]

Hey, I like this story so far. Take your time in updating, but not too long. Anticipation cripples me... (Stop staring at me like that.)

[MetaKnight]

I like this story, it's pretty cute!

So that would explain Faust's change coke bottle glasses to having none at all. Uh... forgive my rambling.

[wannabeeliza]

;D I love it!

wait dont we still need to brain storm...

*looks at brain thats working like a sprinkler*

o.o....;;; XD

[ShiroiUsagi]

HAI~
ShiroiUsagi is back. Forgot I came here, huh. TT_TT
I've come bringing annother small batch of Faust-ness. Sorry it's short and took so long. I'm busy, and am writing many other things now (sweat-drop) in addition to this poor little fan-fic. For now though, enjoy!


Faust lagged behind a bit. As he was missing one lens his sight was slightly impaired, and his depth perception left something to be desired. With the other Shamans acting as his guides, the German man felt unsettlingly dependant. He looked over at Eliza, one eye closed, so that the foggy vision would not take away from the clear.
“What is it?” Eliza asked.
Faust quietly took her hand. Eliza smiled, happily leading her lover along.
Up front, Yoh had looked back and seen this, and wondered absently if he and Anna would be like that some day. Then he smiled with a sweat-drop and blue, vertical lines on his face. He was brought back to normal by Horohoro’s call of
“Dude! There’s a bridge!”
(Ren promptly hit the poor dub afflicted child over the head for using the D-word)
“A bridge?” Yoh walked up to where the Ainu was. True. Twas a rickety, mysterious-plant-fiber-and -plank bridge that is seen so many times in TV and the movies.
“How do these things get here?” asked Yoh.
The canyon over which it was slung gaped wide.
“Maybe two people stood at opposite sides and tossed ropes to each other.” offered the Honglong
“I don’t think anyone can throw that far.”
“Well, maybe they used Spirit Control. This is en route to Patch Village, so maybe Shamans made it.”
“Maybe…” said the head-phonesed one, considering.
Ren had sat in silence long enough. “Who cares how it got here, we have to cross it. Come on.” the boy looked as if he was about to cross, before abruptly stopping, and declaring “Go make sure it’s safe, Mason.”
The giant of a ghost paused for a moment, then remembering that he was a ghost who could not be harmed by the rickeity of bridges, hovered across.

[wannabeeliza]

OMG YEYEYEYEY!!


My brain is ..like all....anticipationy..... *squee*

[ShiroiUsagi]

More~
glad people (wannabeeliza) are still reading, even after it took me so long to update.
Thank you ^-^

The Chinese warrior ghost reached the other side of the gap.
“The rope seems to be tied firmly on this end, young master!”
“Same on this side.” observed Yoh, checking the supports.
“What about the planks. Do they look strong?”
“I cannot tell for sure. They look solid, but looks may be deceiving. I cannot test them, however.” Bason appeared again next to Ren. “I am sorry, Master Ren.”
The pointy-haired Shaman waved the apologies away. “What does it matter if the planks aren’t firm, anyway.” he thought out loud. “We can always just do what we did after that plane ride, when the Patch dropped us out of the sky.”
“Oh yeah!” agreed Yoh. “Use Spirit Control to break our fall!”
Faust thought on his own success at this. If the need came, would the German Shaman be able to pull off such a feat? All of the others controlled ghosts, there was nothing to break. However, for Faust VIII, his guardian spirit had something inside, a skeleton. A very important skeleton. That could be damaged in the fall, or rather, at the sudden stop thereafter. Faust frowned. Moreover, he would have some trouble judging how much further was left to fall…
“Nantoka naru.”
“Huh?” the necromancer was brought back from his worries.
“It’ll all work out.” Yoh assured again. He smiled as if to show Faust that he understood what he was thinking.
“Mm. Don’t worry, we’ll go across the bridge first. If it breaks, we’ll be able to catch ourselves. If it doesn’t, you can follow us.” explained Horohoro, having just realized the problem.
Although the man couldn’t help but mentally note the difference in weight and thus strain on the bridge between kinder and their weightless ghosts and a full-grown man carrying a skeleton, Faust agreed.
Ren, Yoh, Horohoro and Manta started their slow way across.
“If we do fall, I’ll catch you, Manta.” the young Asakura assured his non-Shamanic buddy.
“Arigatou.” sighed the little one, relieved. He had been wondering what would happen to him, afraid he’d been forgotten. It was a relief to know that someone was looking out for him.
Ryu, the last in line, paused to slap the doctor on the back. “Do not worry, my vision-impaired German friend.” the hairy teen somehow managed to roll his ‘R’ in the word ‘German.’
“Eh, thank you, Ryu.” Faust tried to subtly pop his spine back into place.
The others were halfway across.

[KuroiInu]

“Dude! There’s a bridge!”
(Ren promptly hit the poor dub afflicted child over the head for using the D-word)

*dies*

...Usagi-chan.... XDD

"Rickeity?" "Head-phonesed?"
*sigh* Can't stop making up words, can we?

There's too much for me to quote and comment on, but I think you get the fact that I was entertained.

[ShiroiUsagi]

~Motto deeeesu~

The bridge planks creaked under the feet of the five boys as they made their cautious way across. Faust VIII squinted at them through his one good eye. Manta stumbled, the uneven-ness of the bords even more pronounced under his tiny feet. Ryu’s shoes, however, took up about four or five planks on their own. It all evened out. Yoh began to whistle. Faust nibbled his naturally blue lip. Eliza looked at him. This was an unusual display of emotion. He was nervous. For the others and for himself. If the bridge was to fail, how would he make it across the gorge? Would they have to find an alternate route? He would be hindering their progress. They could make it across, launch themselves back up using their spirit controll. The necromancer, however…

“We made it!” called Yoh, arms in the air. “Wooh!”
“That was anticlimactic.”
Ren punched the speaker, Horohoro, in the back of the head. “Would you rah-ther us have fallen? Rah-ther us to have used up presious manna? Did you want to have Faust-” the Chinese shaman looked back at the man, straining to see them over the canyon. He trailed off. “You really can be dense.”
“Dude.” said Honglong. The others were also regarding the pointy-headed one with shock.
“What?” he asked, defensive.
“You said…”
“‘Rah-thuh.’” Yoh finished. “Wow.”
“I- I didn’t-”
“Yeah you did dude.”
“Would you stop saying ‘dude’?!?”
“Um, excuse me, everyone,” Faust’s voice echoed across, reaching the rest of the group, “but, may I… come across?”

The other shamans were brought back from their riddicueling of The Ren.

“Yeah Faust, it’s safe.” called Manta.
“Come allong, my flower-hatted friend.”

Faust looked up to the daisy which Ryu had mentioned. It was wilting in the sun and heat. It wanted water just as much as they did.

Reaching for the twine that served as a hand-rail, the German shaman began across the bridge. Eliza had offered to go first, but being a gentleman, Faust had insisted on proceeding her across the danger. Testing each step carefully, wary of creaking planks and small gaps between them, the man took a while getting across. A lot was at stake if a step were to give, and as the man could barly see where the planks were to begin with, his caution was justified.

After crossing the last bar, Faust VIII paused to take a deep breath, then turned and extended his hand to his wife, helping her over the last bit. Horohoro broke up this tender moment with,
“Dude, you won’t believe what Ren did.”
“Would you stop saying dude!!!”
The Ainu ignored Ren’s interruption.
“He totally British-ed.”
“I did not!”
“He said ‘rah-thuh’!”
“Oh would you-”

All prior stress forgotten, the group continued on its way across the desert of orange sand.

[Setsumi-san]

"He totally British-ed."

(giggles) That line kills me for some reason.

This looks like a droll little fic. Just pay attention to your punctuation and (as KuroiInu said) quit making up words. Otherwise, this story puts a smile on my face.

[ShiroiUsagi]

Thanks for laughing
I didn't realize any glaring punctuation errors in this fanfiction, but then again, I didn't do a thorough check of the latest installment before posting. Upon a second look, I did notice afew spelling errors (I cannot spell. At all. I had to look up how to spell 'thorough' just now.)
KuroiInu-chan didn't say I had to stop making up words, just that I can't stop making up words.
She reads a lot of what I write, and I make up a lot of words. If I can't think of the proper one to use, I just make up something that sounds right. It's fun!
I don't think that I blatently made up any words in this fan fiction, I just... helped some. Por exemplo, the extent to which something is rickity is its 'rickeity'.
The trick is to get it assimilated into the English language as a word before you try to get the work to which it belongs published.
Hey, 'bling bling' is in the dictionary, isn't it?
It worked for Lewis Carroll.

This is just a simple fan fiction. I'm glad that you all are enjoying it.

(Thanks for the food-for-thought, Setsumi-san-san. I pondered your responce a lot since I read it. Does my making up words and stuff bother you? You said "otherwise" the story makes you smile...)

Sorry, no update today.

[Setsumi-san]

You're welcome. I don't think you should make up words because that makes it look as though the writer has no respect for the English language and we both know you do. Sorry. I meant to say that aside from those minor annoyances, I still found your story humorous.

[wannabeeliza]

=D

I like it, random dub-orginal crossing over makes me laugh...


YESSS YOU MEANTIONED THE FLOOOWWEER!! XD