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Encounter!
My momma told me, you better watch out for area attacks.
Written for the April Fool's Day 2004 spamfic challenge.
It had started off innocently enough.
Tatsumi and Watari had realized that with the help of the Ultra Ofuda Plus 3000 cannon (‘Spengerer-san #3’) and the shadow dimension, they could exorcise Nagare and pop Yatonogami out into another world where it couldn’t harm anyone else anymore.
Except this was no ordinary world.
This was a world with three syllables.
Gen Sou Kai.
Then, it was discovered that mid-fight, Hisoka managed to defeat Yatonogami, who had somehow managed to fall into the middle of Hisoka’s epic battle royale with Kurikara.
Again, not a big deal. Just a lucky blow at the right time. It cost him the battle with Kurikara, but still, one powerful Shikigami was as good as another, right? At least it wasn’t a cactus.
In the end, though, it wasn’t really that good of an idea.
Especially not when Muraki was involved.
“Tsuzuki!” Hisoka ran over to his bleeding partner who had taken the brunt of the blow. “Are you all right?!”
“I…I’ll be fine!” Tsuzuki coughed up a gout of blood. Hisoka looked up, and glared at Muraki.
Muraki smirked. “You won’t be able to defeat me now, boy.”
Hisoka’s eyes nearly glowed with the force of his anger.
"Don’t underestimate me, Muraki. Scales that slither, tentacles in the darkness, ancient god that my ancestors defeated. Come forth! Yatonogami!!"
Within seconds, the snake shikigami’s tentacles had spread out throughout the abandoned warehouse, first grabbing Muraki and ripping off his clothes.
Then it went after Tsuzuki, who screamed the entire way up as the tentacles picked him up and bound his limbs, gagging him so he couldn’t summon his shikigami.
And a night watchman who just happened to poke his head in to see what all the fuss was about.
And Hisoka.
And basically anyone else that it could get its hands…er…tentacles on. A few sleeping winos, a crazy homeless man…
It was the area attack to end all area attacks. Of course, as Yatonogami had been denied for some time now, it took its sweet time enjoying all its new prey.
Several hours later, Hisoka dragged himself up, sore and dripping. He was shaky, but still alive. Muraki lay crumpled in the corner shivering and crying, and Tsuzuki was nearly unconscious, a little dribble of drool or some other liquid coalescing at the corner of his mouth as he stared blindly at the ceiling.
“H-ha! I win!”