Author's Note: Well I finally got my best friend to start watching Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler). A request for fanfiction quickly followed. This is just the prologue, so bear with me on this one. :P And points to anyone who can guess who everyone is playing!
Btw, for those watching my stories, I apologize for being gone for so long. ^^; I'm trying to catch up with some writing!
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"Question." Satsuki raised a hand.
"Yes, yes, what is it?"
"Why am I dressed as a Chinese hooker? And why am I sitting on Yuuto's lap?"
"Because you're his whore! Or something!" Fuuma announced triumphantly, ignoring the death glares he received in return.
"Shouldn't I be in that role?" Satsuki pointed at Arashi. "At least I actually wear glasses. And I can probably shoot better than her." She made a move to slide off of Yuuto's lap but he quickly wrapped a restraining arm around her.
"Oh come on, be a good sport, hm?" Yuuto flashed her a winning smile.
"Like he said. Besides, would you really want to play a character who has a crush on this guy?" Fuuma pointed at Seishirou with a devilish grin.
"Wait, I'm supposed to have a crush on him?" Arashi nearly fell over backward in her attempt to back away as quickly as possible.
"But what about meeee?" Sorata wailed, clutching his bowler hat to his chest as tears streamed down his face. "What's so great about him?"
Fuuma's lips curled into a sinister grin as he turned to face Sorata, his eyes gleaming ominously. "What indeed?"
"While we are on the subject of Mr. Sakurazuka, may I ask why he is not in costume like the rest of us?" Aoki questioned tentatively, scratching his mutton chops. "I mean I know why you aren't, being the 'director' and all but didn't you just say he's a character too?"
"He is in costume. It's just that the character usually walks around in an all black suit and/or all black overcoat too most of the time." Fuuma sighed.
"But it looks so gloomy."
Fuuma smirked at Yuzuriha as she sat on the floor amidst orange and yellow frills. "I think you'll do well in your role."
"Is Nataku supposed to be a boy or a girl?" Karen leaned over to peer at him beneath the crimson brim of her hat.
Nataku blinked back, just as confused as she was.
"Boy of course."
"Oh, I guess it was the barrettes that threw me."
"They threw me too." Kusanagi admitted. "Then again, being dressed up as a chef and handed a flame-thrower threw me too."
"So is Kamui getting ready?" Kakyou quietly asked.
"You look really gloomy too." Yuzuriha observed bluntly.
"You wouldn't expect a mortician to look cheerful would you though?" Kusanagi pointed out. "At least that costume makes sense."
"Kamui's not going to be in the play." Fuuma declared. "He might be in the sequel though, depending on how the audience takes this one."
"Then what are we all waiting for?"
Fuuma rolled his eyes. "The main character of course."
"Which is… who?" Karen inquired. "Remember, none of us have any idea what this whole play of yours is based off of."
Subaru stepped into the room, his bright red blush clashing disastrously with the deep blue of his own costume.
Fuuma grinned. "Him."