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Hello all it's me kylopop phantom guild mod and official magister magi. well after reading some fanfics in the boogiepop fanfiction area i thought about something, people like more than just boogiepop. so here is a forum for all fanfics. since this is a little differant and we can't have a single forum for a fanfic when you post one please send me a comment or PM with info an the fanfic, what i need mostly is the name of the fanfic and the page number it's on so they're easier to locate.

anouncements: Wed Dec 05, 2007 7:12 pm. the forum is opened and got it's first fanfic!

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woooo! alright the forum is now officialy open! and to start things off imma type a quike deathnote fanfic that i thought of awhile ago. im not to good so go easy on me, eh? SPOILER WARNING IF OU HAVE NOT READ BOOK 7 YET DO NOT READ IT START OFF WITH A SPOILER!!!!
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raito, having just tricked rem into killing both L and watari, was now holding L in his arms, convincing everyone else that he had nothing to do with it was feeling quite superior. 'I knew it was you.....but....I' were L's current thoughts, fully aware that he was going to die, and who did it, had one last thing to say first "raito-kun." he whispered in his killer's ear "i just wanted to tell you before i die, that my real name is..." light couldn't believe his ears! why would L bother telling him? it was totally pointless now, 'what a waste of breath' were his thought on the matter, yet out of curiosty, and a fact that he felt he should know his enemy's name, he listened "L!" he said. the look of shock and anger raito had was enough to make him smirk in the face of death, kira may have won, but he got the last laugh. then he fell limp and lifeless.
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end! okay so i know it's kinda dumb but after i found out that L's name was actually L i found it funny and got the idea to write it.

*Shameless advertizement*

Anyhow, I'm writing a Konjiki no Gash Bell/Zatch Bell fanfiction called March of the God.

(Knowing me, it HAS to be Gash-related. XD;;; )

It's not of a generally humorous nature, like my other stories such as 'I Hate My Teacher', although I have thrown gags in, like you'll see in this section.

It's set fifteen years after the main story. (Gash would be about twenty-one, and Kiyomaro about twenty-nine.)

Gash has become King, and all, well, most, of the characters who I like as couples have gotten together. (KiyomaroxMegumi, GashxTio, WonleixLiYen, ZeonxKoruru, and of course BragoxSherry.) Anyhow, Kiyomaro's daughter has disappeared, and it seems to be linked to several disappearances in both the Makai and Ningenkai.

I've decided to post what's currently the best part of the fanfic, even though it doesn't mention the numerous OCs I've thrown in.


There's a huge Boogiepop reference. : D

~~~金色のガッシュ!!~~~

Kiyomaro Takamine was in a bad mood, a very bad mood. He, along with a group of companions, had, three days ago, left for America to research a symbol linked to several disappearances, including that of his own daughter, in the great book collection of Nazo Nazo Hakase. He had gone, for all of this period without any sleep, fueled on small amounts of caffeine with his nose in the books. On the airplane, his carry-on bag had been chocked with books, books and books, completely relevant to symbols of all types, all of which he had read by the time they had touched down. Kiyomaro’s great annoyance, which he had been doing a good job of keeping pent up in a book, stemmed from two things: the overall lack of progress, and the fact that he was among the only ones actually researching.

He wasn’t at all angered by the female part of the party leaving to ‘go pick up dinner and talk about how terrible husbands can be’, slicing the labor force in half. After all, the group didn’t have anything to eat, and there were no order-out restaurants nearby, and, according to the not-so-trusted word of Nazo Nazo Hakase, the only one of the Majestic Twelve that could cook at all, Big Boing, had left to get breast implants to heal the damage on her self-confidence that the finding of her first gray hair had wrought. (The rest of the Majestic Twelve happened to be off on various spa vacations and such.) The elderly man didn’t say he was kidding when he released the information.

Kiyomaro wasn’t all that irked by the first five coffee breaks that a good deal of his co-researchers had taken over the last half-of-day, but at the sixth one, the man had begun to feel that the group wasn’t taking this investigation seriously enough. …and they always had to talk so loudly.

“Yeah,” said the voice of Kid, “she’s hysteric. I saw her when I was looking into the symbol at the Grand Makai Library… She was aimlessly wandering around in the novel aisles, crying and talking to herself.”

“She was the same way when I met her on the road up to the palace to come over to Ningenkai with you guys… She was doing the same thing, only she was kind of walking through flowerbeds…” said Kanchomé, whose old partner, Folgore, had recently been contacted and summoned to the house. He was on a plane over from his home in Milan at that very moment, in fact. (This added to Kiyomaro’s irritation. Folgore… the perfect distraction from actual progress! His old hit, ChiChi wo Moge, had recently been declared a classic… that would sure get him singing.) The duck-person continued, “Gash, I don’t know what you were thinking, letting a psycho like that look after your son! Now, I’m not married,” Kanchomé said, “because I’m not what you’d call a one-woman man…” Keep dreaming, buddy, thought Kiyomaro, flipping through his book on the cuneiform writings of ancient civilizations. “But, because of that, I don’t have any children. …but if I did, I wouldn’t leave any of them with a psycho, like you did,” Kanchomé finished, but then added, “Poor discretion, especially for a king, I tell you!”

“Hey!” Gash said, “Koruru is not a psycho! She very recently ‘lost’ her daughter, and her husband’s in a coma! Give her a break!”

”If, by giving her a break, you mean leaving a small child in her insane care, I should say you’ve already done so,” Kanchomé said smugly.

Gash and Kanchomé started a ‘Nuh-uh!!’‘Uh-huh!!’ contest, leading Kiyomaro to further question the truth of the fact that they were both twenty-one years old. Kid returned to the room, and commenced his reading as he should have been doing all along as the arguing dragged on in the adjacent room which was home to the coffee maker.

With each nuh-uh, each uh-huh, Kiyomaro’s agitation grew and grew.

Wonlei, responsible for the sorting of books, entered the large study with a huge, awkward stack of hardcover volumes looming far above his head, which must have weighed well over three-hundred pounds all together. “These,” said the white-haired mamono, setting the books down, “are about everything related to cult and occult symbolism.”

“Thanks,” said Kiyomaro, still working on his cuneiform book, “You’ve got no idea how glad I am that you’re actually working at this.”

Wonlei frowned. “What do you mean?” He then heard the voices from the coffee room, followed by a scream from Kanchomé about spilling the scalding hot liquid on himself. “Oh.”

After a few minutes, Gash and Kanchomé stopped arguing and screaming, and came back into the room, a large coffee stain on the duck-billed man’s shirt.

“Well,” Kanchomé said abruptly upon entering, “I’m going to take a nap… All of this stuff makes one really tired, y’know…” He yawned, stretched, and began to aim to leave the room through another door. “Wake me up when dinner is here…” he said as he ambled across the study.

This struck Kiyomaro’s last nerve. All of his pent-up irritation, which had been growing and growing burst out. “Kanchomé!” he said, standing up, “We take coffee breaks to get re-energized to go back to work, not to avoid doing it! Sit down and continue your reading!”

As Kanchomé went into a fetal position on the floor, Gash dove behind a pile of books to escape Kiyomaro’s finally-exploded wrath, but he’d already been targeted.

“Gash! Act your own age, for Christ’s sake! It’s amazing you haven’t been ousted from office as King of the Makai! And you!” Kiyomaro shouted, turning to Brago, who had quietly sat there throughout the entire ordeal, and even before so, “You haven’t picked up a single book this entire time! Even Kanchomé, who I’ve deemed to be functionally illiterate, unless literacy entails discerning one Hershey’s product from another, has managed to struggle through the first three pages of Insignia and Monogram for Complete Retards! Whatever you’re thinking about as you sit around there, stop doing it and start studying anything at all, will you!?”

Although Gash and Kanchomé were both terrified by the awesome rage of Kiyomaro, Wonlei had dropped most of the cult and occult symbolism books due to the initial shock of Kiyomaro’s sudden outburst of bottled anger, and Kid’s glasses had began to crack, Brago seemed to be completely and totally unphased by the yelling.

After awhile, the demon dressed in black fur spoke. “It’s not my kid that’s missing,” he said, his tone implying he really didn’t care in the least bit.

“a*****e!” Kiyomaro yelled in response, chucking the book on cuneiform across the room toward the demon. Due to Kiyomaro’s tiredness, the book didn’t even make it halfway to his destination, and, in addition, the aim was a bit off.

“You’re laughing at me inside, aren’t you?” Kiyomaro asked Brago, who slightly lifted one side of his mouth, somewhat in a smirk, to show that he indeed found Kiyomaro’s book-throwing skills on the humorously lacking side. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.

“Well, if tomorrow goes anything like this, I’ll do as the girls at Shinyo Academy do by chalking it off as Boogiepop, and we’re all going home!” Kiyomaro said. “Goodnight, I am skipping dinner and going to bed!” He grabbed three or four books from the pile that Wonlei had dropped on the floor, and stormed out of the room.

Thus ended the rampage of the sleep-deprived Kiyomaro.

“Thank God he didn’t have a gun,” said Gash, shivering slightly.

~~~金色のガッシュ!!~~~

Ta-dah~!

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so yeah....you people got nothing? my threads dieing already?! nooo!

well at least somebody is ^^"