Death Note Without Light

Naomi took a while in her home getting ready. Tonight was the night! It was the night where she could run about all over town and hoard stacks upon stacks of candy! So, she spent all of the money she received on her most recent job - along with a little bit provided by her father under the table without her mother's notice - towards an adequate costume to fit her desires for the sweet treats. The costume was simple, yet effective. She had on a black skirt, with a white zip up shirt, with two straps over the front, with a third serving as a belt. Lastly, Naomi had on black leggings with high white boots, and a yellow scrunchy to finish off the set. That is, finishing off the set with an orange wig as well. Oh, and how could she forget about her temporary tattoo! Just to match the one the character has! While the costume did reveal both of her eyes, dark lines underneath them and all, Naomi was ready. Ready for the night to remember!

Grabbing a pillowcase, Naomi-ko, as she now dubbed herself with the costume, rushed out the door before her mother could even noticed herself being gone, and rushed out towards the haunted house of Mura Kensho, her mentor and guild ace. This would be where she would start, not only because she could sucker her mentor into some candy, but also because... well... having a person with literal ghosts around them would be AWESOME for this night.

It took a while, but after a bit Naomi came up to the front door, and began slamming away with her balled-up fist, mostly out of anticipation. It was loud and probably obnoxious, but she didn't have time to care about that. Naomi was ready. Ready for the night. She almost didn't notice what seemed to be a black powder falling all around her. Naomi almost had a visible question mark come above her head, but the powder didn't distract her for long before she continued to slam away at the door, yelling for the shorty to come to the door, HOPEFULLY with some treats to accompany him. He did make her wait this long, of course.

"SENPAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!! COME ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!! WE HAVE TO GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

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380 Words
Notes:
You guys enter however you want, we'll come across the enemies one way or another :creepycaster:
Costume is based on the female Ritsuka Fujimaru, informally known as Gudako.

What the heck? What the shit?! What the frick?!? This numbness couldn’t get any worse than now, forcing Mura to wiggle around in his bed with a dark-purple flame engulfing his body. Two days in a row, this magic had played around with his mana pool, and he was losing focus more and more. The worst part was that he wasn’t the only one affected by this weather; wherever he went, people weren’t the same anymore. The herb shop owner had his shop open every time that Mura passed by! HOW EVEN?! And not to mention the sudden lack of juice - despite having an endless supply thanks to a certain Dragon Slayer - as well as the entire refridgetat… wait, refritega… no, refri-refrigeta-refrigerar-refri-REFRIGERATOR! Yes, that was the word! Man, this was a pain in every fiber of his body!

Kyuken and Zirconis were by now the only entities in Mura’s radius that weren’t affected by the black pollen. Somehow, Mura’s magic negated some of the pollen, but because of mana loss, he was succumbing to it more and more. Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, DAMN IT, JUST A LITTLE SILENCE… nope. His world was wrecked and flopped upside down, crushed through a bedrock layer and dumped straight into the Underworld.

“D-Damn, is he possessed?!”
“Ain’t that a little ironic! ‘Oh, the great Ghost Slayer, bitchified by a haunting ghost’-“
“I-I don’t think that’s the problem here… *Mura’s body wildly flailing up and down on the bed* Maybe he’s having a wet dream?”
“… I don’t even- how? How can you ask such a question?”
“I mean, that’s what I look like whenever I’m throwing a fit with these things…”

Mura’s hand suddenly harpooned up in the air, all five fingers stretched out and seemingly crooking as if he was trying to grab something. Unclear words escaped his mouth as a sweat pearl trickled down his cheek. “I… I remember it… it came so suddenly, it was all in my grasp!” the shaman emitted. Several question marks popped up from Kyuken’s and Zirconis’ heads as the former was compelled to ask: “W-What?” “Her boob! Her sweet, meaty, voluptuous melons! They shot warmth directly into me like a microwave!” His fingers went crazy and wobbled everywhere, simulating how he deeply desired to grope… okay, how many chests had he been in contact with in any sort of way by now? If we went chronologically - practically every women he had ever had the pleasure of accompanying; Kiki, Kanix, Hisui, Sorano, Hana (his belly was still warm from her melons' embrace back at Phoenix Mountains. How ironic), Hera, Chiyo, Eris, tanuki-hat-goddess, Mythica, Charlotte, Naomi and a few others who could've sent him to jail if he mentioned...

So much life energy from mere imagination of two body organs… it was so simple and pathetic, but it was just like him…

His mouth was watering too. He could imagine such feasty, bouncing meat orbs with the perfect texture and moisture enveloping his very fingertips by contact- this was going far too beyond his own imagination, and his Darkness Magic felt just at home with his perverted thoughts. As a fellow pervert, Kyuken was absolutely astonished by the development of his.

“L-Look at him go! He’s even more of a pervert than me!”
“Because that I know you better, I say that it’s your fault. Your lust is contagious…!”
“N-No it’s not! That’s not possible, you’re making that up!”
“It’s rather darn, goddamn obvious, isn’t it?! Constant spirit fusing with a hopeless masochist like you finally got to him!!!”
“Come on, it might as well be your fault! You’re the one whose magic resolves all around the word pervert; seriously, who has a spell that removes people’s clothes?!?”
“It’s a side-effec- you know what, you’re not even worth the details!”
“In the end, you’re likely the ultimate pervert! The epitome of pervertedness, that’s what you are!”
“Says you! I bet that all the pervert stars aligned, at the top of Mount Hentai prophesized by the mighty Pervert Lords to alarm your birth which brought endless shamelessness to the land, because you’re SUCH A PERV-“

There was several, heavy knockings on the door by now. Mura escaped his fantasy land and rose up from the bed drenched in sweat. By the sound of their voices, it was… Naomi and Sorano? What were they doing here… oh wait, yeah, that thing. Quickly jumping from his bed, Mura donned his pumpkin helmet and black cape, then proceeded to open the door only to be faced by the knocking hands.

They looked sweeter than creepy. What a disappointment. “’Sup. Flatchest-kun, Gag-kun… there’s no way that people will give you candy donning such confusing outfits!” He suddenly began rebuking them for their ‘poor’ choices of outfits for Halloween, “People desire the simple and appreciate the classics, that’s what separates the true geniuses from the tryhards!” He cackled a little whilst tipping his pumpkin helmet, having both Kyuken and Zirconis escape his room and approach him with a bunch of black mist escaping Mura’s house.

“G-Guys, Sorano, Master, it’s terrifying, Mura’s been all uptight- what the hell are you wearing?”
“Is that a mummy? Hey, is that the weird swordsman from the Clorax manga?”

WC: 877

Time... She needed more time....

Grumbling and murmuring to herself, Mythica furiously trudged forwards, both her hands clasped tightly around the end of what appeared to be a large sack. The brown sack had red splotches all over it, and to the onlooker seeing this situation, many would assume Mythica was dragging a body... Many would be right. However, this body wasn't exactly... Dead, persay.

A furious jolt came from the sack as it began to wriggle and squirm, Mythica growled angrily and gave it a furious kick. "Shut up! Before you end up like your mommy!" The girl yelled with an unusual tone of rage. An inaudible whimper was the only thing that could be heard from inside the bag as the squirming stopped and Mythica continued to drag it through the forest. Breathing heavily the entire way. Something was happening, and Mythica didn't like it one bit. She didn't really notice it at first, but it soon came into full focus when the girl found an opening in the trees to gaze up at the moon. It was black. Eerie and dark. Not only that, but this mysterious pollen had fallen from the sky around the entire region as well! What was the meaning of this? This was SOMEONE's doing.. But who? It didn't really matter though, whatever this stuff was it was severely effecting Mythica. The clock eyed mage was beginning to feel different. Stranger... And because of this... He was finally able to speak to her directly.

"The sky is surrounded in shadow, and with it my influence grows stronger within you."
"Shut up you animal! I don't want anything to do with you!"
"Is that true? Is that what you really feel like? Or is that what Laplace feels like?"
"Nghhh! I said stop! Get out of my head!"
"Mythica... Me and you both know that is not possible. After all, don't you remember what I told you?" Mythica's body tensed as the words of this being dug into her mind. Its invisible clawed hands scratching her brain... "You will never be alone again..." Mythica's clock eye grew brighter for a second before she unleashed her full anger! Swinging the sack around with both hands as she yelled, it flew through the air and hit a large rock! There was no more movement from inside it this time. Only a large pool of deep red started to form near its bottom as it started to drip onto the dirt.

She needed to get out of here. But where was here? The moon overlooked everything! The entire world! Where could she go to escape! Where could she find solace!? Where could she find peace!? Mythica's head raced with a million thoughts as the dog demon in her mind growled and howled after her. Like she was being chased by a pack of demonic wolves. However, that's when she saw the city of Magnolia... Mythica wandered to a cliff edge overlooking the entire town. Despite the darkness that blotted out the stars, the entire town seemed to be lit up with festive lights! Mythica than remembered... Her boyfriend lived there.

She wandered through the vibrant streets for quite some time, after realizing she had no actual idea where Mura lived. To be perfectly honest with herself, the only thing Mythica knew for certain about Mura was that he was a Fairy Tail wizard. The girl was dressed in a black and white dress, with a large white eyepatch covering her clock eye. However, the white was in contrast to the red splotches of blood spread across it. She even still had some on her arms and hands. This night was making the girl crazier than usual, and she had no idea why. She needed to find Mura. His presence was the only thing that could stop Mythica's mind from losing control and making a costly mistake. The woman gathered quite a few looks as her deranged expression and blood splattered clothes caused some concern. Many children took the hint and stayed out of her way, however most people were convinced this was simply her Halloween costume. Luckily for them Mythica was currently fighting the urge to eat all of them right now. Something about this moon had completely shifted the balance within her. Now instead of the happy go lucky, cruel humored Laplace demon, Mythica was being far more influenced by the dog demon himself. And the results were starting to show themselves. Her senses had been enhanced ten fold, and the stench of blood on her clothes was driving the girl completely mad. That was until her senses picked up something very interesting.

Not too far from her current position Mythica heard the voice of a young girl call out Mura's name. She had no idea who this woman was, but they appeared to be also looking for him. She also noted the girl called out the name of someone the girl was not familiar with. Some Sorano or what not. It didn't matter, she needed to find the source of this squeaky voice and hope it was not mistaken. Finally rounding the corner she saw Mura in the doorway to a house. In front of him were three other girls. She could sense something about him was different as well... But just seeing Mura was enough to calm Mythica down. The wave of energy soothed the woman as her heartbeat slowed down. She was hesitant to approach, but decided to force herself too anyways. She didn't recognize any of these woman, but it didn't really matter, she wanted to see Mura. She just hoped they weren't getting any thoughts about the wizard... Otherwise she'd have to educate them herself.

"H- Hey Mura." That was all Myth was able to say. Oddly enough she seemed quite nervous. Something that would never occur under normal circumstances. But these weren't normal circumstances, and by the looks of the other wizards in her midst, Mythica could guess the felt similar....

Word Count: 1001/4000 Words

Someone had joined the fray in banging along the door, and it seemed like this battle was going to be won! The war cries that shook the battlefield, the phalanx of the door was weakening, yes! All it required from one more push, one more battalion to come forth to destroy its ranks. So, it was then, that Naomi - the hero that this world needed and deserved, of course - to deliver the final blow. And as she went to perform her ultimate attack, the Ultra Dynamic Door Crusher of Death....

The door opened.

Swiftly catching her hand before Mura got Deathified, Naomi was caught immediately upon hearing Mura address the two of them. He addressed the ghost as... flatchest-kun, and herself as... gag-kun!?

A fire was immediately sparked. A flame that could not be doused any time soon. Literally jumping onto the back of her mentor, wrapping her arms around his neck to start choking the life out of him. Did she wanna kill her mentor? ......yes. No one calls her a gag.

"WHO DO YA THINK YOU'RE CALLING A GAG, HUH PUNK!? I MAY HAVE BEEN CREATED AS A SATIRE CHARACTER, BUT I AM STILL COMPLETELY SERIOUS! BESIDES, IF YOU WANNA CALL ME A GAG, WHY DON'T WE TALK ABOUT YOU, EH? YOU'RE A LIVING GAG, YOU LITTLE BI- huh?"

The first part of the little rant of hers came out in the godly speech of her bloodline. Somehow, Naomi would randomly speak like that without realizing, and confuse the people around her. Not even she knew what she was talking about sometimes. Satire character? What does that even mean!? Anyways, a new person was approaching the group, and asking what they were doing. Well, at the moment, Naomi was just strangling her mentor because he called her a name... but that didn't seem like the best course of action to take this conversation with. So, she quickly hopped off of Mura, and dusted herself off, then bowed to the... cat-girl? Or was she just trying to be cute or something... Probably the latter.

"Gomen, gomen! Uh, I was just gonna take Senpai with me to go trick or treating. That was, until he decided to call me a... particular thing... how 'bout you?"

Someone else was approaching the group, and this was starting to look like an anime scene. One guy, 4 girls. One of them being the dark and edgy one, another one trying waaaay too hard to be cute, then there's the girl underneath the sheet. What would she be? Eh... probably just the basic bitch, the one that the main character always gets with in the end. So... what did that make Naomi? She couldn't think of any spot that could fit her persona, her looks, or anything, except maybe...

"THE LOLI!"

She blurted aloud, obviously having been entranced in her thoughts ever since the eyepatched edgelord came about. Her face became beet red at the immediate thought of her being the "loli" of the harem. Technically, she was underaged... So... that meant...

Naomi shook this thought off immediately, then returned her attention to the others. They were all mages, as she could tell, and they were all extremely powerful! This would be an awesome experience for the young copycat mage. They could tell her stories about all of their awesome exploits while they trick-or-treated! Mura would tell the story about how Naomi defeated 150 ninjas using death magic all in a single night, when she had to quench her evil dark side's influence in order to avoid from annhilating an entire town! And how finally, after all of that work, they just laughed it over and said that their friendship was what got them the win in the end...

Wait a sec, that was her fanfiction from last night!

She couldn't let Mura talk about how lame she was! Naomi didn't ever do anything of noteworthiness, and all of these awesome super powerful mages would make fun of her, and joke about how dumb she is. Naomi would be like... It would be like...

SHE WAS RADITZ!!!

Quickly shying away a bit, staying near the over the top trying to be cute and kitty-like one, Naomi just began muttering to her, trying to hold conversation, but instead just getting out a bumbling mess of words that could barely be heard.
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1109 total
Notes:
Forgot to mention, not doing the personality swap. Still just regular ol' "Gag-kun." >.<

He found it strange about the fire in Naomi’s eyes. She was most definitely a gag in his book, so why was she- oh god, that hurt, that hurt a lot! She was choking him! Why was that loli choking him now?! “H-Hey, *urgh* s-stop cho-*urgh*-ing me-“ he protested violently, flailing around as Naomi wouldn’t cut a break… until she quickly did so. Huh… she must’ve made her mistake and prepared to apologize- nope, it was just Althea who arrived… wait…

… Something was off with people. Mura clearly didn’t feel different due to his tasty magic which gave a huge middle finger to all types of Darkness Magic, and yet even he had a rather altered point of view on things. For instance, instead of turning his personality upside down, he was simply releasing all inner thoughts, whether if he found moral in what he thought or not. It wasn’t always that Mura agreed with himself, but the boob thing was clearly just an urge. A simple yet OHHHHH so vast and destructive urge of his, he was the simplest boob fanatic or whatever. It was partly his heritage’s fault; Pluto was a pervert himself, having kidnapped some random girl named Prosapina and married with her right away without context or time to get to know her. She was just doing her own thing, running wild in the lily fields near her home and enjoying the beauty granted to her by the heritage of… what was her name again, Ceres? Yeah, Ceres, one of many beings living in Olympus - how the hell did they get into Mura’s lineage, anyway?

Anyway, she was just kidnapped by Pluto. No space to talk. Nope, he just had an instant crush and boom - along the line, Mura came to be after so many generations. Then again, you could say that it was partly his family’s fault too; you see, Mura’s mother did die when he was just 2 years old, and along his childhood, he did spend a lot of time in his father’s harem… you could say that he had unconsciously developed a sort of Oedipus complex, which would make a lot of sense to most of his lucky moments in Fairy Tail. Hah, what a pervert…

Where were he? Oh, yeah; Althea had arrived in maid outfit, and that just enraged him. That was just an even bigger middle finger to the whole concept of Halloween; for the love of all the gods that people could mention, Althea, it was Halloween!!! At the very least, she could’ve taken something actually creepy on. “… That’s not even a Halloween outfit, though,” he stated, “That’s more like… a Sylvester costume. Yeah, wrong holiday, Althea.” It wouldn’t prevent him from squishing her cheeks with a hand like some dominant teacher.

Things got more interesting when a girl covered in actual blood joined the crew. He could sense it… someone just died on her or something. Perhaps she was out on a deadly mission before, but it was assumed to be normal for a mysterious wizard like Mythica. Oh, Mythica… something about her mystique was extremely attractive. Although, he had to conceal his expressions; couldn’t go and drop his poker face in front of everyone… even she had changed? He didn’t know, but when she spoke, her soft, insecure words just darted through his sorry chest. This wasn’t fair, this wasn’t fair at all.

“… O-Oh, hey there, Mythica!” he greeted her excitingly, trying his best to hide his blushing face (to no luck), “S-Sorry, I didn’t expect you to sound so… so… so adorable…” Sweating a little, he quickly changed view towards the just-turned panda that Sorano rode on. How lucky of her, Mura always wanted to mount a panda. Like a Panda Rider. Or Ghost Panda Rider. “This is shitty! I just want to… well, forget what I want, this is Halloween! We’re supposed to eat candy and stuff, not draw pumpkin juice!” Grabbing Naomi’s legs, he would slung her with a Dragon Throw towards another pumpkin monster before boosting Althea’s right foot with his own, sending her off as well.

With Mythica, however, he wanted to be more gentle. “You’ll have to try and slow down time with your spicy magic, Myth-tan- I mean Myth-san- I mean, Mythica! Let me get as many long openings as possible!” He would then pick her up bride style and leap forth, coating his right hand in a thick layer of fire that burst out and turned into a sword.

WC: 756 + 877 =1633

Well, Mythica knew for one thing was certain. This gather was by far not a normal one. Then again, when were they ever? Now that she thought about it, Mythica couldn't quite remember a time when she met up with multiple 'normal' wizards. Although she could suppose that no wizard was actually very normal. At least she wasn't, by anyone's standards. However, if that was the case, than that meant that being abnormal was normal for wizards. Therefore she was surrounded by normal people! How boring... Though the clock eyed wizard didn't let that fact bother her too much, because right now she was with the only person that mattered to her. She could easily ignore the others if she needed to and only focus on him without much effort. Suffice to say HE was the only reason Mythica was here right now. She had no idea who these other girls were, but they didn't seem that hostile. Of course that could've also been a side effect of the pollen that was falling from the sky. She could tell because even Mura was off slightly. She had gotten an idea about who he was during the last few times the two had run in on each other, but this was very different. Mythica took another mental note of that dreaded cloud that hung over the earth and would find the one responsible for not only messing with her own emotions, but also fucking with her boyfriend's!

THings quickly escalated between the group as some of them began to attack each other. It was at that point that Mythica knew the pollen was probably the cause of it as well. Of course she knew none of these people so she could be entirely wrong about that... But the longer she observed the three girls the more worried she became for Mura... He was supposedly all alone with these woman at his guild for most of the days. Hopefully they weren't planning on doing something with him. One looked far too young to have that sort of interests, but she couldn't be sure about the others. She just knew that if they did try anything on her boyfriend... Well, she'd need to get a bigger bag. Mura's response to her however completely caught the woman off guard. He sounded so.. Genuine. Honestly not at all what she would expect of him. He seemed very excited to see the woman and his blush was heart-wrenching. He commented on how he didn't expect the girl to sound so adorable and that only caused a blush from Myth in return. She didn't quite know how to proceed from here. Should she say something in return? Should she hug him? Should she kiss him on the cheek? So many options... BUT SO MANY INTERRUPTIONS AS WELL!

Suddenly flying pumpkins began to descend on the town from all directions! Mythica had no idea why but she knew they needed to go, NOW! Figures something stupid like this would happen just as she was about to embrace her soul mate, now she had to deal with this before any more progress could be made! Luckily it seemed the other girls knew somewhat what they were doing but Mythica would need more convincing that they were pumpkin slaying material. One of jumped upwards and grabbed a flying pumpkin mid-flight, and then proceeded to turn into a panda...? The girl had to shake her head slightly to make sure the pollen wasn't fucking with her vision either. Nope. She was certainly a panda. Growling in rage from the constant intrusions on her love conquest, Mythica would quickly grip the bag in her hands tightly and use all her strength to swing it around! Once she let it go, it went flying through the air, directly hitting a flying pumpkin! The gourd splatted onto the ground and so did... Whatever was in the sack. More red liquid trailed from underneath it as it soaked through the fabric onto the cobblestone, but Mythica didn't pay mind to it. Instead she turned to Mura.

Something about seeing her boyfriend grab hold of other woman and chuck them through the air towards certain danger and possibly (hopefully) death was oddly satisfying. However she was most surprised when Mura grabbed hold of her blood covered arm and picked her up! He fumbled with her name multiple times but Mythica didn't mind. SHe simply placed a hand on his cheek and looked at him with a soft smile. "Don't worry, Mura. I'll SLAUGHTER ALL OF THESE BASTARDS JUST FOR YOU!"" Her face contorted to a completely deranged madwoman with an insane grin as her eye twitched. Summoning her long musket rifle in one hand, and her pistol in another, she spun around with Mura's hand on her waist and began to fire rapidly at all of those flying distractions!

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The one that was trying too hard decided to speak up, asking about the terms "gomen" and "loli." Naomi looked at her in shock, she could mewl like a nekomimi, but didn't even know what those two words meant? Or was that apart of the whole trying too hard shtick? She couldn't tell, but decided anyways to enlighten... whatever her name was. Eh, a nickname could suffice. Ms... overdoing it could suffice. Naomi was going to enlighten Ms. Overdoing It.

"Well, it's not 'a' gomen, it's just 'gomen.' It means 'sorry.' As for loli, it means-WAIT WHAT?"

Jumping back from the assault of words from her guildmaster, Naomi stood up stiffly, not making a single move. If she did, she very well could lose her head with how the master was acting. Actually... everyone around her was acting weird. Naomi didn't know the other 2 weirdos, but her mentor was definitely... coming over here? What was that for?

Why was Mura picking her up?

Why was she getting spun?

Why did it feel like she was moving?

Why was Mura getting smaller?

"PLEASE-DEAR-GOD-OR-WHATEVER-YOU-ARE-PLEASE-DON'T-LET-THIS-BE-THE-END-OF-MY-LIFE-AS-I-KNOW-IT-I-DON'T-WANNA-DIE-A-VIRGIN-AND-THERE'S-SO-MUCH-MORE-ANIME-ON-MY-WATCHLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIST!!!!"

She was flung through the air. No, not as a joke. She was actually hurtled at the creature, the creature that she now connected with, with a big thud sound. Gripping onto the small thing for dear life, Naomi didn't even have time to think about what it looked like. She just closed her eyes and hoped that she wouldn't let go.

Naomi! What are you doing! This is a fight! Don't you want to have your personal character arc!? This could very well be the beginning of it! All we need to do is just defeat this creature, and imagine how awesome the others would think you are! A young mage being able to take out a creature like that, it's a fool proof plan! Yes, so all we have to do is...

Naomi opened her eyes. And oh boy was that a mistake. After she opened her eyes came a shriek that could pierce the heavens, and one that was waaaaay higher pitched than Naomi's normal voice.

"WHAT IS THIS THING!!! OH MY GOODNESS WHY AM I TOUCHING IT!? ARE THOSE TENTACLES!? I'VE SEEN ENOUGH HENTAI TO KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING!!!"

Flailing about, but still clutching onto the small orange creature without eyes for dear life. Naomi dared not let go, but also dared not move. That is, until she felt a few of those teeth jabbing into her. And that was enough, and just as she wanted - although not in the method she desired - the ground was coming ever closer to Naomi once again. However, she needed someone to catch her! Everyone else was preoccupied, and what could Naomi do!? This was the end, wasn't it!? NO! NOT NOW!!!

"KAGE BUNSHIN NO JUTSU!!!"

She made a quick hand sign, copying that ninja anime, and all of a sudden she felt 4 arms clutching her body, and her momentum halted. Taking a large gasp, Naomi was glad that the spell actually worked for once. Usually, they all just suck and none of them ever work. Maybe it came with experience or something? It's almost like there's a ranking system...

The creature, which apparently got a hankering for the taste of teenaged girl, descended and with it Naomi did NOT want any more of that!!! So, she gave a quick order to the two clones of herself to beat the crap out of the thing, and they all looked just as terrified as she did, but nodded. And with that, Naomi resumed her plan... the plan of, well, nothing. However, this would not be the time to give up! So, she decided to look around for an item. Something she could use as a weapon... Why couldn't she have stuff just appear randomly on the ground like in a video game!? Ugh... it was so hard being a wannabe mage, when your spells all are based on what items you have nearby.

Meanwhile, the two clones of herself were doing... a pitiful job to say the least. Of course, Naomi never had any formal training or anything of that like, but she still did her best. The two of them were working in tandem, throwing out punches and kicks that seemed more random than they did coordinated, but some managed to hit and that was all that mattered. However, the creature bit into one of the clones, and it disappeared into a puff of smoke. The other clone jumped onto it and started thrashing about, punching it repeatedly while the real Naomi was still scrounging around for anything that looked remotely like a stick.
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WC: 782
Total: 1891
Notes: None.

… Wait, now that he thought about it, he had a sword, right? He considered switching out the fire blade that he manifested with his actual sword, but… he just wasted mana on this spell, and it was practically the same. Besides, his left arm was busy holding Mythica, so he could dual-blade anything. Not like he had to, though; it turned out that the cute gunslinger was both attractive and a wild combat machine who shot down literally any enemy within range. There was something scary yet… oddly satisfying in her determination. Although, it felt odd thinking about it… oh crap, pumpkin heading their way-

Wait, it wasn’t a pumpkin. That was a mare, a nightmare! No matter, it was fast, and Mura could hardly maneuver around its trajectory; yet, somehow, as it approached him head on, he could chop it right in the back with his fire blade. Meanwhile, a few other mares tried to attack him from behind, but Mythica had them in range with her flintlock guns. The clashes of magic created a dazzling light show above Magnolia Town that could be seen from afar, quickly dying out as soon as they were born. Mura’s fire blade swung around brilliantly, cutting apart mares and other flying creatures that dared attack them. From up here, though, he noticed how Althea used a brick as a tool as he almost lost it.

“JUST USE YOUR WATER DRAGON ROAR!”

Perhaps she was in an issue concerning magic, but that was what the real Mura would think. Not thinking twice, he summoned a lot of water from several sources in the street and lunged them towards the candle wolves that roamed the surface beneath. However, that also left him open for another mare’s ambush as his back was exposed! “A moment,” he warned the time mage as he launched her up in the air around the many mares that flew around, before he finally equipped Harusame. As his hand collapsed around the tilt of the katana, however, dark magic bristled out from his palm and caused another change; for a brief moment, he felt like himself again…

“… I-I feel numb-“ he mumbled surprisingly, caught off-guard by the mare that now stood in front of him. Achieving a tough headbutt right in the gutter, Mura was pushed back in the air by its attack, his dark magic cracking off his skin like a snake’s ham. He quickly regained his foothold, eyeing the creature with familiar eyes of the good-old Ghost Slayer. “Kyuken, you’re up now…” he called upon the samurai ghost as said spirit entered Harusame in an instant, enlarging the dark-purple magic covering it already. “H-Hey, you’re back?!” the samurai ghost let out in relief, “Thank god, the weird pollen isn’t affecting you anymore!” “What pollen- oh, you mean this?” Mura begun to converse with the samurai right in front of a hostile mare that tried to headbutt him once more. Instinctively, Mura flew over it with an inch’s space between them, continuing his little talk with Kyuken.

“…. I see. The pollen changed my voice and personality?”
“That’s what I’d assume, yes.”
“… I thought that Hades’ magic would nullify that. But it takes more mana than I thought… I won’t stay like myself for too long, so let’s hurry-“

Four furious Vacuum Buddha Blades were sent through the air, black in color and cutting the mare’s soul in pieces and rendering it defeated. The other mares around them begun to circulate around the shaman, but he kind of needed that; before he turned back into the annoying howler like earlier, he should do whatever he could in this short moment. He was well-aware of his actions before, but he felt like a whole other person… it was weird and hard to explain.

As a lot of mares flew around the air around him, he dove downwards towards the street and landed heavily on his feet, watching most of the mares follow him. He hoped that Mythica wasn’t too shocked by his sudden departure up there; he’d have to focus on those that approached him and leave the rest for her and the others. Candle wolves began running wild in groups of three around the street, some approaching the mare that got turned into a panda by Sorano’s umbrella… that sounded dumb, but it was the exact case. Anyway, they were close enough, so Mura simply weaved his blade once as black cuts began spawning from everywhere around him, severely cutting all the mares within the range in a huge shockwave that pushed even the air back and bent a few light poles.

“If I should give this a name… what about Masai Gokōjin?” he asked Kyuken inside his sword as mares fell down around him like rain. “Yes, it sounds great, but Mura… are you still you?” the samurai ghost asked worryingly. Mura remained silent for a while, before another blitz from his Darkness magic shattered around his skin and let the pollen affect him again.

“Y-Yeah, of course it’s me!” he burst out, “Anyway, look at this work; that’s what I call a good Halloween-“ His eyes widened as he remembered that he threw Mythica up in the air, but according to his coordinates, he should be able to catch her again if he just stood here and watched her… whenever she came down…

WC: 898 + 1633 = 2531

Okay, despite being in the middle of combat, Mura couldn’t help - in this altered state - angering himself with the fact that Althea was nowhere near as goofy and adorable as she used to be. Yes, of course, this moon dust that fell from the sky was holding them all in a bind - by the way, Pluto, hurry up and work your magic, please - but it was nonetheless annoying and infuriating for the lively shaman. For instance, their souls looked much more different; it was as if their whole beings were substituted by others. Althea had an otaku moment with her nya’s and lack of cat ears in a maid outfit- it just pissed him off so much. Sorano-imouto-master-sama had lost her emotionless emotions or whatever, becoming this frank, cocky little timebomb full of hormones and frustrations that she never had the thought of unleashing in her previous days. Hell, she never hugged anyone before this! Mura wouldn’t have been surprised if she never had the chance to hug her own mother like previously… and he was used to that kind of Sorano. He loved that kind of Sorano just like he loved the old kind of Althea and the… uh, Naomi hadn’t changed much, but the case was that it was why this was unacceptable! If there was a way to give the pollen shit a huge middle finger (like writing all this right now for you), he wouldn’t hesitate the moment he got the chance!

On the other hand, Mythica was actually more comfortable to hang out with - in a public type of comfort, by the way. Usually, she’d give him the stalk eyes, bounce onto his back or whisper arousing but crazy things into his ear or something; now, she was this timid, shy girl whose ‘transformation’ was MUCH more apparent than before. Truth be told, it confused him more than it satisfied him, so he kind of put her in the grey zone concerning his worry about all this mess. A cute, little grey zone with some cookies and chocolate milk… and perhaps a huge dog demon. Yes, he knew about its presence, it wasn’t hard for a shaman like him.

“No one asked for your opinion, nya~!”  Damn the fact that she lived right now, that was just dumb and completely unnecessary in this situation. Did she forget her own magic? Mura had the thought of shouting ‘lol’ out of nowhere, but… uh, he was in the middle of something. As a matter of fact, he was in the middle of protecting his hometown, Magnolia, from what now looked like a bunch of pumpkin bulls with terrifying jaws that hung out like rotten vegetables. “None of you will continue! I PROTECT THIS TOWN!” he shouted as he dashed forth in a single line, holding Harusame in his right hand and Futsunomitamano-whatever in his left. He furiously clashed them together with Kyuken’s spirit ball head in the middle, fusing the samurai ghost into both blades and causing a massive amount of shadows to erupt from the point of impact.

“I don’t care how many of you are here to eat me alive! You’re all yōkais, and guess what I am?!” The giant-ass spirit sword swooshed across the field, taking on four Kinpups at once. Some of them showed their ability to absorb mana by contact, but they’d find themselves immobilized by Mura’s dark magic. He continued lifting the blade up for another swing, seemingly clearing many streets around as his sword managed to phase through unwished targets such as buildings and his allies without injuring them… but in reality, he kept the blade smaller than usual. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, no matter how loud he stated his wish to do so - for instance with Althea and her godforsaken mentality - so he still took his measurements and conditions into account. The kinpups would fall back by his magic and start charging towards other wizards in the area. He was about to follow up on them, but the ground began to shake violently. According to his stomach, some other monster was about to arrive… and it was a huge one, but not really monster-like. It turned out to be weirder than he imagined…

From the ground in the middle of the street, a huuuuuuuuuuge pumpkin tower rose like the world’s largest oak tree. It interrupted his battle with the kinpups, and even they themselves stood still for a moment - some other monsters near Naomi and Althea too stood still for an instance. The tower made of a bunch of pumpkin heads - about ten in total with nine hanging around as tendrils guarding the tenth in the middle - had even cracked through some buildings which really pissed Mura off. Talk about collateral damage, he tried to avoid that shit until now! Bullshit! It was so easy for enemies of this town to just wreck havoc everywhere, because in the end, these Fairy Tail Wizards would be to blame anyways!

“You wanna come down here and try breaking shit, you overgrown tomato?!” he roared to the huge tower which responded rather quickly by releasing fiery pumpkin seeds dosed in fire everywhere, “Hah! Fire magic against me? That’s a huge mista-“ Well, he was attempting to use water magic towards it, or turn the fires around the seeds to water for lesser collateral damage. However, another water spell had been launched… why… Althea, just why…?

She did it. She literally just screwed up the most right now, and he couldn’t express his anger enough. Those waves, three in total, all screamed ‘casualties, collateral damage, allies will be hurt’ with huge, bold letters. They came rising up from nowhere and was aimed at the entire suburban, and they weren’t that far away from Mura’s house! “NO!!!” he screamed in panic, “NOOOOO!!!” He quickly pointed his hand towards the waves to try and turn them to something else, perhaps into a still-standing statue of a wave or something else that didn’t move. However, the waves seemed to freeze down by someone else - that someone else being his sister figure Sorano-chan.

He was so happy when the waves appeared to stop. Forgetting that he was in the middle of combat, he punched the air upwards and hailed: “Way to go, Sorano! No one fucks with Magnolia!” He assured himself that Althea would know better by now, because if she didn’t… then he’d have to take things personally. And you wouldn’t like it when Mura went personal. Anyway, there was still a huge pumpkin tower left; the shaman also noticed the certain lack of Sorano in the area. Did she ditch them, already?! The battle wasn’t over yet, they stood before what appeared to be the certain boss of this whole shenanigan of pumpkin bullshittery! This wasn’t fair at all, she was our strongest mage!

“Hmpf, better take care of things myself, then… what was it, again? Masai Gokōjin?” he spoke to himself - contra when he used to speak to Kyuken or Zirconis who, for the most part, were speechless with the situation at hand - as he swung his katana around. It was still large as hell and filled with as much mana as he could pour in before it was sucked by those idiotic kinpups, and it was a deep, purple color to its blade and hilt. The pumpkin heads would lash out at him alike a hydra going to attack, and he rapidly dashed around a small area to avoid direct impact with the blood-thirsty jaws of theirs. It was surprisingly fast for a pumpkin… why were they still dealing with pumpkins, anyway? Why? Pumpkins were vegetables, and now they destroyed everything - what kind of signal did it send to the young audience? It was just another good reason to slaughter the monstrous abomination in a hurry.

It had ten heads. Breathing heavily, Mura spun around with his huge spirit blade, releasing a few Halo Blades towards each head. Approximately, 5 hits per head; that was sufficient if he didn’t get in trouble again. “Everyone! Focus your attacks on this big boy!” he messaged the others through his wide mouth, “Its middle head is the goal! Aim for that one, and avoid the other heads!” He would take care of the smaller heads with his favored Halo Blade which released dozens of attacks in the blink of an eye, sufficing in taking down a head per Halo Blade. Meanwhile, he increased the area of effect for the spell, because with Zirconis’ help, he could see that the other wizards were having trouble with the kinpups and mares… those darn mares.

Also… it was just a hunch, but he felt like he would feel better with the altered state thing if he defeated this monster, because every time that he hit it successfully with a Halo Blade, a glimpse of Midi, his home, his father and Fairy Tail passed by his vision…

WC: 1503 + 2531 = 4034 -exit-