This story is basically about Cao Cao wanting to spy on the Wu main base camp. He figures the only way to do that is to send in highly disguised spies. He also figures to get good spies, all of his soldiers, captains, and generals must go to acting lessons in order to pull his plan off. I don't care if you flame... if you disliked it THAT much, then let it all out. Its better than shooting everyone at school .;;; But if you DO like it... well you know what to do! wink
Oh, and just to tell you, this first chapter is very short just to get things going. I should have the next one up by tomorrow! It'll be much longer, don't you worry your sweet little head... because I want it to stay sweet when I eat you .
Now that I have said what needs to be said, on with the story...
Oh waitaminute! Disclaimer... that says it doesn't it? You get the point!
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"But Sir, are acting classes really necessary? I mean... couldn't we just have one of the soldiers dress as a Wu soldier and spy around?" one of Cao Cao's captains pleaded.
"No! That would be boring! What kind of enemy would we be if we just did everything so simply and accurately?" Cao Cao objected.
"A... good one, Sir?" the captain tried.
"Oh pish pash, you're just jealous that you NEED the acting lessons where I do not!" Cao Cao boasted.
"If you're such a great actor, why don't you get into that business instead of leading an army?" the captain grunted.
"Don't use that tone with me, little Mr! I'll send you to gallows!" Cao Cao growled, putting his hands on his hips like your mother might when scolding you.
"Sorry Sir," the captain said quietly, bowing his head down.
"Now leave and retrieve your acting lessons! You're not good to me when you're no good!" Cao Cao ordered.
The captain stood there for a second, thinking over what Cao Cao just said and shook his head as he turned heel and walked away. "What am I doing here?" he asked himself regretfully.
Class time
"Hello class, I'm Zhang He, but you can call me sexy!" Zhang He announced in front of the large group of soldiers, captains, and generals.
"What if we don't want to call you... sexy?" one of the soldiers asked meekly.
"That's just too bad!" Zhang He said in a sweet voice.
The same captain who had previously spoken to Cao Cao raised his hand.
"Yes?" Zhang He said looking to him.
"Um... why were you appointed to teach us about acting?" he questioned, quite unsure of what Zhang He had anything to do with acting.
"Well that's simple, silly. I'm dead sexy and poetic, I am obviously a good actor. Don't you know that most actors are beautiful?" Zhang He said annoyed with the question.
"But..." the captain stammered.
"And all actors are chick magnets. So I just MUST be an actor!" Zhang He said pridefully.
"Isn't it kind of hard to be a chick magnet when you're gay?" the captain asked, raising and eyebrow.
A wave of manly giggling ran across the room. Zhang He remained calm.
"Oh, dear Captain, stop talking like a 20th century teenage punk!" Zhang He scolded.
"20th century punk?" the captain burst incredulously.
"Yes, those damn kids and their rap music!" Zhang He sighed, shaking his head.
"How would you know anything about the 20th century?" the captain inquired.
"Women's intuition," Zhang He answered simply.
"But you're a man!" the captain shouted.
"Only as far as you know," Zhang He responded nonchalantly.
The room was silent. It was going to be a tough week of acting lessons for that poor captain.
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As I said before, I KNOW this chapter is short, but I just wanted a nice easy start. The next chapter'll be up in a jiffy!
What should I name the captain though? Should he even have a name? Feh, I'll think of something! Anyway, review if you liked it and... do something else if you didn't!
