Eternal.Angel
December 16, 2007 to December 26, 2007

Disclaimers: I do not own any part whatsoever of Prince of Tennis.
Summary: A parody of The Nutcracker by Tchaikovsky with the Prince of Tennis cast, Seigaku! Enjoy! And don't forget to review please!

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Act One, Scene One: THE PARTY SCENE
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It was a snowy day in the Germanic town, but nothing stopped from the children and their parents to tread through the light storm of the evening, the snow falling gently upon the ground. One girl, however, wandered off onto the path herself and looked up to the dark sky to see white things falling down from the sky. Scared and afraid, she ran and dragged her brother to witness the falling of precipitation himself.

"Gebr (1) Johorio! Someone didn't wash their hair at all, and it's snowing dandruff!" she cried in a shrilly voice, stomping her foot angrily on the ground.

The brother, however, only sighed in exasperation as he tried his best to explain it to his younger sister.

"Um, Emily, that's not dandruff. It's snow."

"It's dandruff, I tell you! That's why Frau (2) Holle always tells us to wash our hair, but this person didn't! And they sure have a pretty big head in order to lose so much dandruff, sheesh! Now my curls will be ruined!" She fake-sobbed, and ran back to her mother in protest as the father tried to calm their female child down. The brother named Johorio, however, sighed and just looked up at the sky.

"I wonder if Claryoma will be there…" he wondered aloud, a faint tint of blush appearing on his cheeks as he breathed out a cloud of fog (which was really a breath mint, thank you very much).

"Trying to catch Claryoma's attention at the party, huh, Johorio?" questioned a male voice, a smirk on his face.

"Gabriel!" cried Johorio as he brought a hand to his heart, huffing and puffing. "You got me back there!"

"Claryoma will never fall for you, you know that Johorio," declared Gabriel with confidence.

"And how would you know that, Gabriel?" asked Johorio with a raised brow, a doubtful look on his face. "I mean, with my two-years-of-knowing-Claryoma-experience, I ensure you that–"

"Because you have a pimple on your nose."

"…"

"Got you there, neh?"

"…shut up."

"Gabriel! Johorio!" cried two women who were beside one another with heavy make-up on their faces, and their curls bobbling up and down as they spoke, "Come here!" Immediately, the two boys walked over to their mothers obediently and stared at them with huge eyes. "Yes, Frau Holle, Frau Gomolka?"

"Have some chestnuts that we got from this very nice man," offered the two females as they held out a handful of nuts wrapped with a white handkerchief. Greedily the two accepted and ate like pigs, stuffing the chestnuts one by one into their mouths until their caverns were full, their cheeks puffing up like squirrels stuffing acorns into its mouth.

"We want more, Frau Holle, Frau Gomolka!" cried the two as they began to wail.

"…" both mothers grew veins and murmured under their breaths, "I knew that I shouldn't have bought them any…"

"Let us hurry to the party quickly before a snowstorm hits!" declared Herr (3) Holle, pointing a finger towards the sky. Just then, a whole pile of white paper confetti fell from above and sabotaged the two couples and their children.

"…let's just go."

"Sure."

Nutty Crack! – Nutty Crack!

"Ah, Herr Holle, Herr Gomolka, Frau Holle, and Frau Gomolka! We Silberhauses are very glad that you made it through the snowstorm! How was it out there?" welcomed and asked the mistress of the Silberhauses, Frau Silberhaus. The two couples entered as they ushered in their children, patting and brushing off the snow that clung to their cloaks, coats, and hats.

"Terrible, just terrible!" muttered aloud Herr Gomolka irritably as he hung his jacket onto one of the hooks on the wall. "I'm rather glad that it's warm in your place, Frau Silberhaus!"

"Well, do come on in then!" she said in a high pitched voice, nearly destroying the audience's eardrums. The four adults and the four children made their way through the hallway and into the main room of the household. There, stood a great Christmas tree finely decorated with many ornaments, and many nicely wrapped presents under the tree. Many candlelit lights were perched on the branches, and silver tinsel was hanging onto the tree.

"Wow, so pretty!" exclaimed Emily excitedly as she bourréed (4) across the stage, turning from time to time. Unfortunately, the ribbons of one of her pointe shoes came loose, and quickly she tangled into them and tripped, falling and crashing down onto the stage. The audience squeezed their eyes shut until the scene was over, then opened their eyes again to continue watching the oh, ever so great ballet parody done by tennis freaks.

"That's got to hurt," said one of the audience members as they shook their heads sadly.

"Idiot freshman," muttered Johorio under his breath before catching the sight of Claryoma entering the stage ever so beautifully – that is, with a grumpy look on his face. He glided to her with his black flat ballet shoes and greeted her, bowing. "Claryoma, how wonderful it is to see you tonight."

Claryoma Silberhaus, however, was dead bored and shook him off. "Yea, whatever. Mada mada dane. Get out of my sight, or get me a Ponta."

Johorio sweat-dropped before walking towards her and whispering in her ear, "Echizen, follow the script, or else you'll ruin my two-days-of-acting-experience."

"…like I care."

Then the father of Claryoma walked up to his daughter and placed a hand on her shoulder, catching everyone's attention with his loud voice. "Everyone, I invite all of you to dance now!" The guests clapped merrily and prepared themselves to dance when suddenly…

BAM!

The door slammed open on the right side of the stage, resulting in the play wall collapsing onto the stage and squishing a third of the guests flat into pancakes. A long silence ensued and continued on as the newly arrived and late guest entered the stage, his blue, shiny cloak flowing gracefully behind him.

"Sorry I am late, Herr Silberhaus, Frau Silberhaus," apologized the man with a smile on his face, "But I was making the last bit and perfecting my gift for dear Claryoma."

Everyone but Claryoma gasped excitedly as they wondered about that last minute gift in which Herr Drosyuusuke had prepared for the main attraction of the party. However, the girl only stood as still as a stone rock, her arms folded as she tapped her foot impatiently.

"Oi, Drosyuusuke, is that a large can of Ponta you have, because I want some right now," arrogantly asked the female, her eyes narrowing. Everyone simply sweat-dropped in unison before sighing, shaking their heads hopelessly.

"Saa, I wonder about that, Claryoma," replied the adult, his smile broadening as a large vein grew through Claryoma's head when she heard the emphasis on her name. Irritably, she stomped over to him as her pink pointe (5) shoes clanked and clunked at each step she took, resounding and vibrating after a few seconds loudly each and every time. She faced her uncle and placed her hands on her hips, eying him angrily.

"So, what do I get, Drosyuusuke? I want my Ponta now."

Drosyuusuke, however, only continued to smile as his face neared the young girl's, and he lightly tapped the tip of her nose. "Well, Claryoma, why don't you show your uncle some manners first before I give you what you want?"

Claryoma rolled her eyes in defeat and sighed exasperatedly, "Fine. Herr Drosyuusuke, I want my present now."

"And a kiss on the cheek."

"No."

"Or Herr Drosyuusuke won't give you your present, Claryoma."

"No." She remained firm, despite the fact that she wanted Ponta very badly, or else she would have a bladder accident before drinking any liquid in the first place. The audience continuously sweat-dropped and sighed, impatient for them to move on. Finally, one of the members blew up and cried annoyingly, "GET ON WITH THE SHOW, DAMMIT!"

"Well, m'dear? What shall it be?" requested of the uncle as he tapped his foot on the stage ground lightly.

"Fine," muttered Claryoma under her breath, and she stood on the box of the pointe shoe so that her height would be compatible with his. Giving a quick peck on the cheek, her balance finally gave way, and she tumbled to the ground ungracefully, earning some disgusted and anxious looks from many – and sighs as well.

"Mada mada dane, pointe shoes," growled Claryoma to herself before standing up, brushing the dust off her dress.

"Anyhow, let us move on to some tricks, shall we?" inquired Herr Drosyuusuke as he proceeded to the table with a white cloth on it, and with many fine objects on top. His hands clutched onto the edge of it, and swiftly he pulled it off as the audience and two-thirds left of the guests gasped in shock, only to find the expensive belongings still perched on the table as if the tablecloth hadn't been there at all. Some of the audience members clapped wildly as he bowed briefly before returning to the parody play, while his underclassmen, who were acting as the adults, sweat-dropped and whispered to one another in low voices, "Fuji-senpai already showed that trick like…a gazillion times."

"Did you say something, Herr Demmler?"

"Oh nothing, Herr Drosyuusuke!" frantically answered the man as he waved his hands in front of his body, only to receive a sadistic yet mysterious smile.

"Anyhow…I would like to present my gifts to all," said Drosyuusuke bluntly with a cheerful tone, and all the children squealed and began to chatter amongst their kind, excited to know what was in store for them. Whipping out many boxes from under his cape, he placed them under the Christmas tree using his "magic" before returning to busy the children in the meantime.

"Unfortunately, you will have to wait a slight bit, because I brought a few more things."

All the children gasped even more, and they continued to talk and whisper to one another, impatient to know what was to happen next.

"First I present you…the Columbine!"

The first wind-up toy, the size of the human, wore a patterned tutu and its makeup was of a clown's. It gracefully bourréed on its pointe shoes to the children and robotically bowed to them before performing flexible and awesome moves with its legs. Unfortunately, its tights had ripped in the middle, showing a…well, er, sudden bulge. All of the children widened their eyes in surprise and shock before running away from the life-size doll, crying and wailing to their parents.

"Frau! Herr! That doll is scary!"

The Columbine then tipped over as it stumbled when throwing its leg into the air again, resulting in a somersault to be done in the air before crashing down to the ground in a perfect split.

"OMFG! MY LEGS HURT SO MUCH, CRAP!"

"…"

However, Herr Drosyuusuke wasn't affected by this at all (for he was still smiling), and decided to proceed with his doings. "Next, the Bear!"

Just then, a life-size bear standing on its two hind legs zoomed over to the whining children, and immediately all of them stopped crying. They gathered around the friendly animal and petted him affectionately, gaining some friendly purrs from the bear.

Wait…since when did bears purr?

"That's an awkward bear…"

"I never knew bears purred!"

"Wow, they must have a really bad actor in there…"

Arai, the one inside the heavy and sweaty bear costume, was ready to blow up thanks to all the comments he was receiving and hearing from the audience. He twitched violently, but breathed steadily, keeping his temper. He took a deep breath, ready to do the next part of his role.

"RAWR!" it yelled ferociously, jumping onto its two hind legs again with its two other arms posing out into the air. The audience, however, only blinked as the children scrammed, running away from the bear.

"What'd I do wrong now?" muttered Arai under his breath, ready to explode now.

"You did the wrong thing at the wrong time, dude…" whispered his friend who was acting as one of the adults, shaking his head. "Wrong step."

"Oh."

"…"

"THE BEAR IS SCARY, FRAU AND HERR!"

"…why is everyone so weird…" murmured Claryoma under her breath, sighing.

"I demand you banish this, this Bear and Columbine, Herr Drosyuusuke!" ordered Herr Silberhaus as he placed a hand on Claryoma's shoulder, who fended it away right after that. "You are going to scare away even more of our guests, when we already have one third of them destroyed by your sudden arrival!"

Drosyuusuke had a sad look on his face as he pouted like a child, "But Herr Silberhaus, I love the dolls that I created. And all the guests can go to hell if I want them to, since I am the one of the main characters and not you, Herr."

"…just because you're my senpai doesn't mean you can order me around…"

"What was that, Herr Silberhaus?"

"…nothing."

"I want my Ponta now," gruffly said Claryoma, folding her arms crossly.

"Well, all of the children are going to get their presents now, Claryoma," said Drosyuusuke right after his complaint. "So children, gather around."

Quickly all the young ones crowded around the main attraction as he bent over to pick up the presents that he had left under the Christmas tree. One by one, he handed each and every child, both male and female, a box of the same color, size, shape, bow, and tag. One couldn't even tell which box belonged to whom at all.

"Boo…Herr Drosyuusuke, how come all the gifts look the same? How can you tell what gift to give us?"

"It's because I give it to you randomly."

"Boo…so how will you know to give Claryoma the 'special' gift?"

"I don't at all, Sophie."

"Boo…oh, I see."

"And may I ask why you keep saying 'boo'?" Drosyuusuke asked as he picked out a random box and handed it to her.

"Boo…I don't know."

"…oh, I see."

"Boo…"

"…"

"OMG! I GOT A…tennis skirt."

"FRAU! HERR! SEE HERE! MY GIFT BOX HAS A…tennis skirt…"

"YAY! I GOT A…tennis…skirt…"

"Oh, whoopee, I…got…a…tennis…skirt…like…everyone…else…"

The last female of the five 'minor' ones sighed and shook her head. It'd be better if I didn't open it at all, she told herself before placing the box under her, and sitting on it glumly.

The boys, however, were very happy with the presents they received.

"OMG! LOOK, I GOT A TENNIS BALL!"

"OH, SAME HERE!"

"WITH SO MANY TENNIS BALLS, WE CAN PLAY 'STING' ALL DAY!"

"You guys…are weird…" interjected Emily as she stuck her nose at the boys. "And what the hell is 'Sting'?"

"It's when you sting the most annoying and ugly girls on Earth, especially those who have a pig nose," explained a boy as he held the prized tennis ball into the air with his left hand, treasuring it greatly and beaming at it.

"Oh…HEY!" she said angrily, stomping her pointe shoe (6) on the stage before tramping over to the boys, ready to do a grand battement (7) at them. However, she swung her leg a little too high and did instead a somersault, landing on her head as her white panty was facing the audience. The male population of the group broke into nosebleeds as the women and ladies covered their faces in shame, shaking their heads sadly.

Claryoma, still as grumpy as ever, reluctantly took the present from Herr Drosyuusuke and tore the cover open, to reveal…a TennisCracker – a doll that was holding a tennis racket.

"Oh…omg…it's a TennisCracker…" she said, and holding it loosely by its hand with her right arm. She began dancing around on his pointe shoes, with at times having her fall onto the ground before coming right back up and performing weird movements yet again. Surprisingly, she was able to do a double pirouette (8) perfectly on her pointe shoe, and everyone backstage and onstage gasped (the audience was greatly confused though).

Just then, out of nowhere, Claryoma's younger brother, Fraoru, came angrily stomping in. He was supposed to have come earlier on stage, but it seems as if he had forgotten.

Well, didn't make such a difference anyways.

"Fsshhh…give me the TennisCracker, Claryoma…fsshh…" He jumped at her and grabbed the toy by the head, pulling it with all his strength.

"No, I want the…whatever you call this thing now…" said Claryoma with a bored tone, and she took the doll by its legs and pulled as well. Soon, there was a great tug-of-war between the two.

"Not fair…Fraoru – you're bigger and older than me…"

"…fsshh…I'm supposed to be younger than you, Claryoma?"

"…right…"

The other children, who had nothing better to do, shrugged their shoulders and decided to help out Claryoma and Fraoru. The tug-of-war thing went on for many minutes…and it seemed as if there was no end to it at all…

Yawn.

Nutty Crack! – Nutty Crack!

It was a good thing that Herr Silberhaus took action into separating the children – it was greatly tiring the audience after all, and an hour had gone by, which was a little too long than planned. So now, it was nighttime, and Claryoma fell asleep under the Christmas tree with her beloved TennisCracker and aching feet inside the pointe shoes.

Only to find…

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A/N: Merry belated Christmas to all, and an early Happy New Year! XD I didn't like this chapter, so I'm ending it with the Snow Scene. Besides, I have to get some things out of the way… XD

(1) – German for 'brother'
(2) – German for 'mother'
(3) – German for 'father'
(4) – The step of moving on your feet quickly; usually done en pointe
(5) – The raising of the body on the tips of the toes
(6) – Satin ballet shoes used by dancers when dancing en pointe
(7) – Literally, 'big beat'; in which the working leg is raised from the hip into the air and brought down again

Please review and give me any feedback! I am very happy to be criticized because there is always room for improvement. Arigatou!

Ja ne, and I do not own any part of Prince of Tennis!

Eternal.Angel