CT Revealed!

By: Krizzie and Yuki

Summary: CT Behind the scenes! Ever wondered how the Captain Tsubasa crew acts without the cameras? Well, read and find out.

Krizzie: Yay! Go me! Another idea for an insane story! Ready for craziness, minna?

Yuki: (shakes head) Man, you've lost it.

Krizzie: Sure did…

Yuki: Good. You know. I don't have to waste my breath on you.

Krizzie: We don't own CT! If we did, the contents of this story would be on air!!!

LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!

"DRIVE SHOOTER!" Tsubasa bellowed, raising his leg high until he looked like an amateur ballerina.

"CUT!!!" a certain black-haired girl yelled through a dark black and blue megaphone. "TSUBASA, DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU DON'T LOOK CAMERA-WORTHY DOING THAT? HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO STOP RAISING YOUR LEG SO FRIGGIN' HIGH???"

Said boy sighed. "Hai…gomen."

"DON'T 'GOMEN' ME!"

"Director, he already said he was sorry." Yuki, the cute camera-girl, hissed.

"I heard, I'm not deaf, Yuki!" Krizzie smirked. "I just wanna torture the so-called greatest soccer player a little bit more."

"Krizzie, he's our main actor." Yuki said with a look that said: you're-seriously-pissing-me-off.

"So?"

"Ugh, you are SO STUPID!"

"Whatever, let's abandon that part." Krizzie rolled her eyes and bellowed. "Scene 14 take 6! ACTION!"

Sanae, who was on the stands right in front of the camera, clasped her hands together unconsciously and pretended to look at the non-existent field somewhere in front of her. "Tsubasa-kun…" she said in an artificial sweet voice.

"CUT!!!" Krizzie yelled. Yuki pointed the camera at Yoshiko, who Krizzie had gone mad over when she entered the set. "OKAY! SCENE 15 TAKE 1!!! ACTION!!!"

Yoshiko mimicked Sanae's actions but had the talent to force a tear on the corner of her eye. (Somewhere, Krizzie looks at her with pride.) "Matsuyama…" she whispered then closed her eyes, pretending to pray to the big man above.

"CUT!!!" Krizzie dropped down her microphone and climbed down her ten feet tall director chair. "That's all for today peepz… you can take a rest."

"What? But we just shot two and a half scenes!" Taro protested.

"ARE YOU THE DIRECTOR HERE?" Krizzie shouted at him, causing the brown-haired guy to cover his ears and shake his head furiously. "NO! I AM! AND IF I SAY WE'RE THROUGH, WE'RE FRIGGIN THROUGH, GOT IT, BIG MOUTH???"

"Y-yes ma'am." Taro replied before disappearing in a flash.

The 'players' ran out of their fake field, which was a three-meter square in size (made so much larger by camera tricks) and began to scatter around.

Sanae walked towards Yuki and Krizzie. "Hey guys, how did I do?" she asked cheerfully, bobbing her head from side to side.

"Great." Yuki said with her usual cheerful smile.

Krizzie snorted and leaned at the adjacent wall. "Sucky… but it will do."

"WHAT?"

Krizzie shook her head in dismay. "Good God, you're not only sucky, you're deaf too."

Sanae's eyes narrowed into slits, especially when the director ignored her and instead, went to huddle the actors for their plan next meeting, and of course, congratulate her favorite actress.

"Good job today, Yoshiko!"

"Arigatou!" the girl said, pausing from her coffee-making.

Sanae was fuming and it took Yuki, Tsubasa and Taro to hold her back. "Why that scheming, biased, idiotic scum…" she muttered under her breath before a stream of curses slid out one after another.

"Calm down Sanae-chan." Tsubasa said as he tried not to let go of her. The group Krizzie was in was having a conversation.

"… and that about wraps it up."

"But yesterday you said that I would get in after Sanae completes her scene with the fan-shouting… thing."

"I cut that part, the less for Nakazawa, the better."

"…"

"…"

"Go." the three chorused, simultaneously letting go of Sanae.

"I WILL KILL THAT F-(censored) B-(censored)!!" Sanae screamed.

Oh well, that's show business.

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Krizzie rolled her eyes before wrapping her arms around Teppei and Taro's shoulders. She signaled for the other actors to come over, enjoying the aura of a killer a few meters to her left. She smirked as she imagined Sanae trying to pry off the darts that came barreling towards her once she stepped on the director's trap.

"Okay, for those who were stupid enough to miss out what I said earlier, here's the plan. Tsubasa, you do the drive shooter, with your foot of normal height, Taro, you would have to be the one to pass the ball to Tsubasa, of course, after you get it from Wakabayashi. All this happens after a failed goal from Jito." She paused, trying to visualize the next scene in her mind. "After that, the camera returns once again to the audience and yada, yada, yada… then you do your thing and finally, Nankatsu wins, got it?"

Genzou raised his hand from behind and Krizzie sighed before picking him out. "What in Yuki's name do you want now, Wakabayashi?"

Genzou ignored her tone and proceeded with his question. "I thought we were done for the day."

"Are you the director here? Because last time I checked, I was the director and you were the stupid actor playing the role of an even stupider keeper, or maybe I got it all mixed up?" Krizzie snapped.

"You're a bitch, you know that?"

"Go to hell, Wakabayashi. Now, does anyone else besides this clueless idiot have any questions?"

"None, Ms. Director!" everyone chorused. Krizzie looked at them, scanning each and every one.

"Hey, you DID examine the script I gave you guys, right?"

Ishizaki growled. "I did… but my lines all consisted of… Do it Tsubasa! or… What the (censored) are you trying to say?" he snorted. "It's just like every other episode."

It was Krizzie's turn to snort. "Well, better be thankful monkey boy or you won't have anything to say at all."

Teppei frowned. "Yeah Ishizaki, be thankful, all I have to say for the entire episode is… Hajime! And that was when I do the pass… jeez…"

Izawa appeared behind him. "Hey! I don't even have a line!"

"Well, I was too lazy to put all your names in. Remember, only Yuki and I do everything around here." Krizzie muttered. She unwound her arms from the actor's backs and pushed them towards the set. "Okay, break's over!" She punched the air. "Let's go!!!"

And so they continued and then they ended… that was how it was… because I'm too lazy to write…

"OKAY GUYS, TODAY'S SHOOT IS OVER! YOU CAN TAKE A BREAK!!!" Krizzie and Yuki yelled together on separate megaphones, both reading from a note. (Wow…scripted…)

Yuki dropped the megaphone before going to a table to hand over the food. Krizzie sat down next to Sorimachi.

"Today's shoot is boring." the lad commented, chewing on a cookie. "I wasn't even there."

Krizzie gave him a pat on the back. "Well, I received letters of fans saying there were sick of your tramp face."

Sorimachi glared.

Krizzie: Well, here's the first chap. Whattcha think? It's short, I know, but we still haven't talked about the plot… which is none-existent but still needed to be discussed.

BEEP! BEEP!

Yuki: It's time for your medication.

Krizzie: Aww… But I hate that bitter white stuff.

Yuki: It's either that or you discontinue this fic. Its insane plotline isn't helping your rehab.

Krizzie: But Yuuuuuuuuki…!!!

Yuki: GET YOUR BUTT IN THE KITCHEN!