Disclaimer: I do not own Chagecha, but I do own the OCs in this fic.

ALSO, I REQUIRE REVIEWS TO TELL ME HOW I'M DOING AND HOW I CAN IMPROVE, AS WELL AS REVIEWS KEEP ME INFLUENCED TO ACTUALLY CONTINUE WRITING, BECAUSE THERE'S NO POINT IN WRITING IF NO ONE'S GOING TO COMMENT ON IT!


Chagecha glared at Sturdy Sword.

Sturdy Sword glared at Chagecha.

Then, Sturdy Sword turned his pistol on himself and fired a bullet into his own stomach, and he collapsed backwards onto the ground.

"UHH...DUDE, YOU JUST DIED AFTER ONLY THREE SENTENCES INTO THE CHAPTER!!!" Longhorn Onizawa cried.

Chagecha sighed and slumped over in despair. "My headband must have scared him..."

"I REALLY DOUBT IT WAS BECAUSE OF YOUR DAMN HEADBAND!!"

"...Hey, hey...I'm not dead..."

Both Chagecha and Longhorn Onizawa looked over to Sturdy Sword, and saw he was standing back up on his feet...except the voice speaking was coming from the face of a middle-aged man that had emerged out of Sturdy Sword's stomach. Apparently, Sturdy Sword hadn't realized it was there, either, because he glanced down and screamed like a little girl at the sight of it.

"OH...MY...GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD...!!!"

"Hey, the name's Chump!" exclaimed the face, and Sturdy Sword lost consciousness, although the body was still moving like normally. Chagecha and Longhorn Onizawa both watched in horrified silence as Chump raised Sturdy Sword's arms, and began to pry open the young man's chest with his own hands. Blood poured out onto the floor like a waterfall, and more faces emerged from within.

"You see...Sturdy Sword's special ability is to summon us...the great Faceton!!!!" announced Chump, and then his true form burst out of Sturdy Sword's carcass, leaving shredded remains in its wake. It had the shape of a giant worm, with thousands of small stick-like arms and legs, but its body was made completely out of heads, which were screaming and chatting and yapping all at the same time.

For some reason, no one in the crowd seemed to have noticed this horrible creature, and Chagecha immediately figured that it was probably impossible to be seen by someone who did not possess an adequate amount of yanki aura. Suddenly, two large wings made out of bones sprouted from Faceton's back, and it flew off into the sky.

"COME...SHALL WE FIGHT?!!" Faceton exclaimed at Chagecha as it flew ever higher, who clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in preparation.

Turning to Longhorn Onizawa, Chagecha snapped, "DAMMIT, LONGHORN ONIZAWA, LET'S KICK THIS FREAK'S ASS!!!"

Longhorn Onizawa nodded in response. "RIGHT!!!"


Everyone seemed to inch away the moment they saw Aku walking past them. It was probably because he still wore his Shinu-Tokyo Police chief uniform, despite the fact that he was now a traitor to his own king. He had split off from Kotarou several minutes ago to go off on his own and check out this 'circus' for himself.

'I wonder if the Great Emo King of Cosmos will send any assassins to kill me for betraying him...' Aku pondered, 'Even if he does, I'll always come out the victor, because I wasn't the Shinu-Tokyo Police Chieftain for nothing!!'

Suddenly, faint music began to fill the air. Then, a soft voice began to sing:

"Choco Chocopelli...eichen no ganzo stan...muku muku...furururu...doe tuke..."

"...What the hell?" Aku looked around to try and locate the origin of this strange song.

"Mala mala mola...hukkuru zodeki...yuu yuu pon..."

The voice grew louder; Aku realized that he was getting closer. That was when he noticed a crowd of people standing around, apparently staring at some spectacle. He decided to see what was going on, figuring this was the source.

"Hui hui...die...die die die...I'll kill you nooow..."

Aku froze in his tracks. '...What did it just say?'

Suddenly, Aku found himself standing within complete darkness, and a pair of piss-yellow eyes were staring back at him.

'OH...CRAP...'


Masato was eating some dumblings he had purchased when Doraji began tugging on his shirt.

"SEMPAI! SEMPAI! SEMPAI!!" Doraji cried eagerly.

"What is it?" Masato snapped, "And since when the hell do you call me 'sempai'? You don't even use honorifics, you bloody little twit..."

"I GOT THIS BOOK!!" Doraji exclaimed, holding up a Mahou Sensei Negima! hentai doujinshi.

Spitting out his dumpling, Masato gasped, "W-W-WHERE THE HELL DID YOU FIND THAT?!!"

"That guy gave it to me..." Doraji said, pointing to a large man wearing an outfit made out of black fathers and a top hat covered in red stripes. He was handing out porn magazines to little underage children...and Doraji!!!

'HE COULD AT LEAST GIVE THOSE TO GUYS LIKE ME!!! I'LL KICK HIS ASS!!!' Masato thought.


"So, when does the actual circus show start?" Himawari asked Washio as they were walking around, Kotarou close behind them.

"Not for another hour, it seems..." Washio replied, looking over the pamphlet he had grabbed back at the entrance.

Kotarou looked around, and pointed out one of the attractions that had been set up. "How about we just pass the time checking out that place..."

Himawari and Washio looked in the direction he was pointing; it was a large dark-purple tent with a sign entitled 'HALL OF MIRRORS'.

"Fine..." Himawari sighed, "We have nothing else to do, anyway..."

As the three of them descended into the tent, a figure stepped out of the shadows...it was Dead Sea himself.

'I suppose,' he thought, as he also made his way into the tent, 'I shall take care of these three myself...heh heh heh...'