"Welcome one and all to the first ever KHR! Pageant!" I shout happily at the overwhelming the crowd that had gathered for the momentous event. The lights were scorching on the stage but I kept my smile as the crowd roared in excitement and anticipation. "I am your hostess for the day—Divine Dionne but to shorten it you can just call me DiDi! But calling me Goddess is equally welcome as well. Hoho~" I was met with immediate silence and I pout in slight irritation.
"Fine, fine DiDi it is then. Anyho~ I know every one of you here is here to witness the amazing pageant that will take place today—that is to witness your favorite KHR characters strut down their stuff on this amazingly made stage. Seriously folks, this stage is like made of Mahogany—high quality stuff!" I make an example of this as I continuously stomp on the stage floor. The audience merely looked on in confusion.
"Is the hostess…ok?"
"We should just clap or she might get angry and shut down the whole pageant."
And as if on cue, the audience claps awkwardly. I notice this and stop my assault on the stage floor, turn to the audience, and smile brightly. "Thank you, thank you. And thank the carpenters too! Now let me explain as to what this pageant is! It's just like any pageant really. And the contestants are here to do their best to win the prize! This has been kept from the audience, judges, and me a secret. Only the contestants know what they are aiming for and they can't tell us too and if they DO tell is then this means immediate disqualification! So if you are all wondering how they got this certain person to join the pageant—well, then the prize must be really something, huh? So before I introduce to you the contestants of this pageant—let me first introduce to you—THE JUDGES!"
An ear splitting applause fills the whole building—completely different from the initial atmosphere of the crowd—as the spot light moved away from me to the high balcony to the right. Everyone turns their attention to the balcony as three figures sat on a lavishly decorated table.
"Why didn't I get that loud of applause?" I mumbled dejectedly. "So, let me introduce the first judge!" I shout into the wireless microphone, already forcing a smile on my face. He was a person I feared and respected at the same time but his mostly pretty hot.
"He is the man of the man, the guy who can even make Santa Clause cry, the devil himself, and the greatest hitman in the world in his real human form—REBORN!" Another ear splitting applause rang out as Reborn enigmatically tilts his fedora down. I could hear an ear splitting squeal from somewhere in the back and I quickly move on to the next person before those fan girls find a way to climb the wall and start ripping at Reborn's shirt and pants. I think everyone would want to see that but really, now is not the time.
"Alright settle down," The crowd immediately quiets down except for one long shout of 'I LOVE YOU REBORN!' from somewhere in the back. Probably the same fan girl that squealed so much when I introduced Reborn. I'm glad the guards were smart enough to place them at the far back of the crowd.
"Our next judge came from the Italian Renaissance period!" I paused for a bit and thought about it. He might look regal and all that but it wasn't properly explained. For all I know he could've come from the Middle Age period.
"Probably!" I continued on with a smile. "He probably came from the Italian Renaissance period! So please don't ask me why his here because I really don't know. The guy that every guy envies, the guy that even Reborn respects, and if Leonardo hadn't taken his rightful title as 'The Perfect Renaissance Man' he'd be the one we would all be studying about instead, the one and only—GIOTTO!"
Another ear splitting applause rang inside the big building and this time, I even clapped. I mean—when Giotto stands and gives a killer smile like that—who wouldn't clap? (I would have been better squealing like all the other girls in the crowd but I had to keep my cool…you know, as the hostess.)
"And finally—you all know him as the ever loving marshmallow villain. The guy who has set an example to all Seme's out there. The one who has been cleverly convinced—by your hostess of course—to be a good guy for this pageant—BYAKURAN!"
And of course his applause was as equally as loud as the two. Byakuran merely smiles cutely as a HUGE bowl of HIGHLY EXPENSIVE marshmallow's sat next to him. And who said that you can't outsmart Byakuran? Even though it cost me, like half of my allowance…
"Amazing selection of Judges, hostess!"
I heard one person shout in the crowd as a swell of pride erupts in me. I smile brightly as another spotlight comes onto my form. "Thank you my dear crowd! Now, who wants to see the contestants for this pageant?"
And the most amazing applause yet erupts in the building. I huge grin takes hold of my lips as I feed on the multiple applause and roars of anticipation of the crowd.
"Hoho~ well too bad because this is where we must end for now!"
"Boo!"
"Bring out the hot guys!"
Roars of displeasure took over the once merry crowd. I nod in agreement and acted as disappointed as they were but honestly, I was more than happy to get off of the stage and drink something cold and refreshing.
"I know, I know. I feel your pain, but we must take a break or how else will I—and the judges of course—ever survive the glaring lights of the stage? So for now endure it as much as you possibly can and make sure you tune in to the next installment of KHR! PAGEANT! Because this is where we shall introduce the contestants! Ciao Ciao~"
AN: Hi there! As you can see I inserted myself in the story. This is the first time I've ever actually done this and I'm really excited as to how I'll portray my personality in the story. And yup, this is my real personality people. Oh and there's still a lot more so please stay with me throughout the FIRST KHR! PAGEANT! Yaaay~!
Oh! And you guys better review because you have a VERY huge role in this story. Which I will explain in the next chapter. (And no, this is not blackmail and yes, I'd be lying if I say this ISN'T blackmail. See that I did there?)
AFTER THE FIRST DAY
"So, the guy who can even make Santa Clause cry. Hmm…? The devil himself you say?"
I watched horrified as Reborn made his way to me. Like a lion targeting a deer for lunch. I place my lemonade back on the table as I open my mouth and try to plead with my life.
"P-Please Reborn…let's be calm about this…I-It WAS TO PLEASE THE CROWD I SWEAR!" My words meant nothing to him as he continued to advance so I turned to someone else for help. Who, was conveniently sitting next to me with a big bowl of marshmallows at his side. "BYAKURAN! HELP ME!"
Byakuran turns to me and sports that cat like grin. Not. Good. At. All. "Oh, I'm sorry," He says as he takes a marshmallow into his mouth. "But this guy, who has set an example to all Seme's out there, is too busy being the ever loving marshmallow villain DiDi-chan~"
My blood ran cold when I heard the words come out of his mouth. I suddenly heard the familiar click of the gun go off. I turned around and watched as Reborn brought the gun up to my level. I whimper quietly. "…Spare me…?"
Reborn smirks. "Three seconds."
And not a moment later I start running like a madwoman—as I somehow avoid the bullets that were sent my way. And where was Giotto you may ask? The ONLY person who could've saved from Reborn's wrath? Being mulled by fangirls that's where.