DGM THE MUSICAL

Now, we all know that High School Musical has been replayed and replayed.. And replayed again to the point where it gets really exasperating. So, somewhere along the line, someone (-CoughHackCoughKomui-) is bound to fall in love with it. And madness would result.

THIS IS NOT A CROSSOVER.

Pairing: Yullen! [Cause my darling friend refuses to read any other pairings with Yu-chan. She says its disturbing.]

Hmm. High School Musical? D. Gray Man? Not mine, sadly. If not, I'd be rich and not writing fanfiction about cute boys~

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It was truly an accursed day when Komui Lee first set eyes on the show 'High School Musical'. First, he started singing those accursed songs. Then came the dancing and the shaking of hips. Finally, (and this was by far the worst thing that could happen,) he had an idea. Normally, the ideas Komui had were already quite horrifying and disaster causing, but this one took things to a whole new level. As the crazed scientist leaned back in his chair and cackled, all the exorcists in the Black Order Headquarters felt a chill creeping up their spines, and a certain Yu Kanda twitched and started filling out a request letter to leave Headquarters for a long period of time for a training mission.

However, Kanda's escape-Komui-plan failed, and this was how our dear bad-tempered swordsman found himself in his dressing room with a script in his hands. Pointedly ignoring the childish drawings of pink bunnies all over the front cover, (A/N: Chappy appears! For those who don't know, Chappy is this retarded rabbit thingy from Bleach that Rukia draws all the time to explain things to others.) Kanda ruffled through his script irritatibly. He scowled.

"Why the hell am I even doing this again?" our lovable ponytailed exorcist muttered darkly below his breath, as Miranda Lotto of all people scurried all around him, measuring his fittings for what must have been the twenty-ninth time in five minutes. He blamed Lavi. Kanda had been so close to leaving the Black Order for his training mission, when that idiotically cheerful rabbit had whispered into Komui's ear those damning words, "Yu-chan can dance. Really well."

Kanda had sworn from that moment onwards: No more drinking games. Ever again. Especially when Lavi was horny as hell. Anyway, that was that. Komui's spectacles had suddenly took on a familiar evil glint, and a dark aura instantly enveloped him. The 'Accepted' stamp never met the application form. And now, Kanda was being forced into this torture fest. So much for being an exorcist and one chosen by god. At that point of time, our steely-eyed teenager swore, god must really hate him.

Even more demeaning was the fact that he, Yu Kanda, who was as Allen so politely put, an "anti-social humbug", had been cast as a cheerful smiling guy who periodically burst into song without any reason whatsoever! And, to top this absolutely wonderful day off, Komui had refused to let his "Precious Leenalee-chan" to be flirted with or kissed in the play, even if it was only acting, and Miranda was simply out of the question (Kanda would probably stab her ten seconds into the show).

Therefore, the role of Gabriella fell to none other that a rather feminine-looking, overtly nice, cheerful and way-too-sweet white haired brat. Thinking about what Komui might actually end up forcing them to do, Kanda abruptly smashed his head into the wall, hoping against hope that he might end up passing out or falling into a coma, leaving anyone except him, (maybe Lavi... Or even the strange vampire-wannabe person...) to bat their eyes and flirt blatantly with that---that beansprout! However, his wish went unfufilled, and the only thing that happened was Miranda jumping half a foot into the air in fright and landing face-first. What else was new?

Then, Kanda heard the voice of the devil hell-bent on torturing him to his early demise. Komui was trilling those horrid words, "Stage call in five minutes!"

The black haired teenager swore violently before tossing his script to the side and stomping over Miranda, through the dressing room door and onto the makeshift stage which Komui had erected, in a red and white jacket with matching pants. He felt like a bloody candycane.

The only thing keeping him there was that Komui had confiscated Mugen and was threatening to make it pink if he refused to comply with the orders of the evil supervisor. Thankfully, he was able to save his ponytail, even though Komui had wanted to cut his hair off so that he would look more like the person he was acting as. Trey, was it... Or maybe Troy? He really couldn't tell, what with all the girlish squealing coming from the idiot scientist.

Disregarding the name of his role, Kanda gritted his jaw. Get on stage. Say the lines. Sing and dance (not if he could help it). The faster he finished, the faster this ordeal would be over with.

What Kanda didn't know was that in Komui's version of the play, some interesting changes had been made....

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A/N: Cliffie :DD So, how was it? I'm trying out humor for the first time, even though I feel that I've failed drastically. ^^" First time for everything, right?

CAMDEN. THIS IS NOT YOUR BIRTHDAY PRESENT. BE PATIENT.