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OCCULT vs TWILIGHT

Fuyuki had been dragged to Hell. Or, at least, the closest thing on Earth to it. Surrounding him were thousands, possible millions of squealing harpies, each worshipping one of the demonic banners that hung on the walls. The large banners had horrible horrible faces on them, with the name of each false god scrawled in dirty gold writing at the bottom of the banner.
On a stall near him, a mind-less tool of Hell was pushing the merchandise, of faulty notebooks, useless pens, and obnoxious T-shirts.
These T-shirts, were what nearly each squealing fangirl was wearing. They showed proudly which sect of the unholy cult the fangirl mindlessly worshipped.
Fuyuki felt like his mind was melting. He wanted to just scream out. But he couldn't because his sister, his beloved sister, was the one who dragged him to his Hell.
To this Twilight convention!

"Oh, stop moaning!" Natsumi scolded him.
"Vampires do not sparkle in the sun," Fuyuki grumbled for the umpteenth time ",They burn! They burn and they die! No sparkles what-so-ever!"
Natsumi rolled her eyes. Fuyuki glared at her. Glared at her T-shirt.
It was black, and had a white anime pair of fangs with red blood dripping from them. But, more importantly, more terribley, it had, in bright red letters, the words "TEAM EDWARD" printed on it.
Yes, his sister had been converted into another mindless fangirl to add to the mindless squealing horde.
"Natsumi-saaannn!" Suddenly, Koyuki appeared from an unseen place that only ninja's can appear from, and leapt on Natsumi.
"Koyuki-chan!" Natsumi suddenly saw the T-shirt that koyuki was wearing and Koyuki saw the T-shirt that Natsumi was wearing. The two girls starting squealing and laughing.
"You too?!"
"Oh defiantly!"
Fuyuki looked at Koyuki, curious, but with a profound feeling of dread in the pit of his gut.
Koyuki was also wearing a "TEAM EDWARD" T-shirt.
"Not you too, Azumaya-san?!" He cried out, as if he had lost a fallen comrade in a bloody war.
"Face it, little brother," Natsumi sniggered ", Twilight will always win against occult!"
"Not true!" Fuyuki yelled, pointing in a dramatic was (imagine the Phoenix Wright 'objection' point) "As long as there is the Occult Club, the war shall be ongoing-and the Occult shall win!"
"Oh...Really?" Natsumi's smug gaze averted to something behind him.
Fuyuki turned around.
"NOOO!"
Momoka was standing behind him, proudly wearing a black T-shirt. Only this shirt had red claw marks printed on it, and in bold white letters, "TEAM JACOB".
"Fu-Fuyuki-kun?" Momoka was surprised at how Fuyuki was looking at her, with a look of utter defeat and betrayal on his face.
Natsumi pushed him to the side.
"You're for TEAM JACOB, Momoka-chan?" She asked "Mind if I ask, why?"
"Have you seen his eight-pack?!" Replied Momoka "You can't get anyone hotter than that!"
Fuyuki suddenly had a mysterious and crushing feeling like he'd just been dumped.
"Hey, I didn't realize the whole gang was here!" Came a familiar voice.
Fuyuki looked up. To his utter disbelief, was Saburo, proudly wearing a "TEAM ALICE" T-shirt.
Knowing disturbingly well, how the odds were crushing against him, and refusing to live in a world where the occult was crushed underfoot by the ridiculous Twilight, Fuyuki swiped a gun from Giroro, who was just randomly there for some reason involving Natsumi, and shot himself in the head.

The End

Description
OCCULT vs TWILIGHT

Fuyuki had been dragged to Hell. Or, at least, the closest thing on Earth to it. Surrounding him were thousands, possible millions of squealing harpies, each worshipping one of the demonic banners that hung on the walls. The large banners had horrible horrible faces on them, with the name of each false god scrawled in dirty gold writing at the bottom of the banner.
On a stall near him, a mind-less tool of Hell was pushing the merchandise, of faulty notebooks, useless pens, and obnoxious T-shirts.
These T-shirts, were what nearly each squealing fangirl was wearing. They showed proudly which sect of the unholy cult the fangirl mindlessly worshipped.
Fuyuki felt like his mind was melting. He wanted to just scream out. But he couldn't because his sister, his beloved sister, was the one who dragged him to his Hell.
To this Twilight convention!

"Oh, stop moaning!" Natsumi scolded him.
"Vampires do not sparkle in the sun," Fuyuki grumbled for the umpteenth time ",They burn! They burn and they die! No sparkles what-so-ever!"
Natsumi rolled her eyes. Fuyuki glared at her. Glared at her T-shirt.
It was black, and had a white anime pair of fangs with red blood dripping from them. But, more importantly, more terribley, it had, in bright red letters, the words "TEAM EDWARD" printed on it.
Yes, his sister had been converted into another mindless fangirl to add to the mindless squealing horde.
"Natsumi-saaannn!" Suddenly, Koyuki appeared from an unseen place that only ninja's can appear from, and leapt on Natsumi.
"Koyuki-chan!" Natsumi suddenly saw the T-shirt that koyuki was wearing and Koyuki saw the T-shirt that Natsumi was wearing. The two girls starting squealing and laughing.
"You too?!"
"Oh defiantly!"
Fuyuki looked at Koyuki, curious, but with a profound feeling of dread in the pit of his gut.
Koyuki was also wearing a "TEAM EDWARD" T-shirt.
"Not you too, Azumaya-san?!" He cried out, as if he had lost a fallen comrade in a bloody war.
"Face it, little brother," Natsumi sniggered ", Twilight will always win against occult!"
"Not true!" Fuyuki yelled, pointing in a dramatic was (imagine the Phoenix Wright 'objection' point) "As long as there is the Occult Club, the war shall be ongoing-and the Occult shall win!"
"Oh...Really?" Natsumi's smug gaze averted to something behind him.
Fuyuki turned around.
"NOOO!"
Momoka was standing behind him, proudly wearing a black T-shirt. Only this shirt had red claw marks printed on it, and in bold white letters, "TEAM JACOB".
"Fu-Fuyuki-kun?" Momoka was surprised at how Fuyuki was looking at her, with a look of utter defeat and betrayal on his face.
Natsumi pushed him to the side.
"You're for TEAM JACOB, Momoka-chan?" She asked "Mind if I ask, why?"
"Have you seen his eight-pack?!" Replied Momoka "You can't get anyone hotter than that!"
Fuyuki suddenly had a mysterious and crushing feeling like he'd just been dumped.
"Hey, I didn't realize the whole gang was here!" Came a familiar voice.
Fuyuki looked up. To his utter disbelief, was Saburo, proudly wearing a "TEAM ALICE" T-shirt.
Knowing disturbingly well, how the odds were crushing against him, and refusing to live in a world where the occult was crushed underfoot by the ridiculous Twilight, Fuyuki swiped a gun from Giroro, who was just randomly there for some reason involving Natsumi, and shot himself in the head.

The End