Yay! Sarah's got me into eating Subway every now and then. I wasn't surprised at all when the workers there asked her "The usual?" and she responded with "Yes, the usual." She got a few strange looks but it didn't seem to bother her. It takes about one to three days to write one of these chapters. It all depends on the amount of time I spend writing other chapters for my other fics. I go by scenes for the chapters, so this one's kind of short. Lewa is playing the part of Puck. Vakama will be playing the part of Oberon. As Titania, we have Nokama. The part of Lysander is played by Jaller. As Demetrius, we have Tahu. Hahli will be playing the part of Hermia. As Helena, we have Gali. The part of Theseus will be played by Lhikan. Hippolyta will be played by Naho. Egeus will be played by Nidhiki. The part of Nick Bottom will be played by Matau... Bottom. Pohatu (Quince) will be Peter Quince. As Francis Flute, we have Ehrye Flute. As Robin Starveling, we have Kopaka Starveling. Onua Snout will be Tom Snout. As Snug we have Takanuva. The part of Philostrate will be played by Matoro. And, finally, as Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Mote, and Mustardseed, we have Amaya, Macku, Kotu, and Nixie. Disclaimer: I still don't own them, but I love bugging people with this. Summary: Hahli likes Jaller, but she's engaged to Tahu. Tahu is madly in love with Hahli but she doesn't want him. Gali likes Tahu, but Tahu thinks she's ugly. Nokama has fallen in love with Matau Bottom, but she's married to Vakama. Chaos ensues as Lhikan and Naho prepare for their wedding. The course of love never did run smooth. Genres: Romance, Humor, Teen Angst, Drama, Fantasy, Supernatural, Parody Bionicle: A Midsummer-Night's Dream Act 1 Scene 2. Mata Nui. Pohatu Quince's house.
Pohatu Quince looked around at the four others seated at the round table. Seated there was himself, Takanuva, Matau Bottom, Ehrye Flute, Onua Snout, and Kopaka Starveling.
"Is everyone here?" he asked, shaking his brown hair from his eyes. "Maybe I should take roll call... Now, where's that clipboard with everyone's names...?"
"Everyone's here." Matau said "There's only seven of us after all."
"Six." Kopaka said in a bored tone.
"What?"
"There's only six of us. You probably counted yourself twice."
"Someone please tell me why I'm here." Takanuva begged.
"We're performing one of the greatest of plays ever heard of," Pohatu said, eyes alight, "it was written by yours truly. And it will be performed at the wedding of our Duke Lhikan and his beautiful Naho."
"She's not all that pretty." Matau muttered.
"Hush!" Onua said, elbowing him in the gut. "What's the play about, Pohatu?"
"It's a lamentable comedy about two lovers, Pyramus and Thisby. The two die the most horrid of deaths." Pohatu said, holding up the script triumphantly.
"I don't like this already." Takanuva said.
"Okay, I already have your parts chosen out. Matau Bottom— hee hee, 'bottom'— you will be playing the part of Pyramus."
"What kind of man is Pyramus? A lover or a tyrant?"
"A lover who kills himself in the most gallant way for love."
"The part is perfect for me! I will make the people sob a waterfall at my death. I will move even the most ferocious of storms!"
"I can't believe he used 'ferocious' correctly." Takanuva said.
"I can't believe he used 'sob' correctly." Onua blinked.
"I knew you would like the part!" Pohatu said, smiling. "Okay, Ehrye Flute you will play the part of Thisby."
"Who is Thisby? A heroic knight?" Ehrye asked.
"No, Thisby is the fair maiden in love with Pyramus."
"I don't want to be a fair maiden! Besides, I have a beard!"
"You have a stubble." Takanuva said, tickling Ehrye's little chin hairs. The enraged green-haired boy swatted his golden-haired friend's hand away.
"I have a beard!"
"You can wear a mask." Pohatu said, rolling his eyes. "You'll have to talk is a sweet, high-pitched voice, which you still have, I notice."
"Shut up!"
"If it would make you feel better, Flute, I will play the fair Thisby." Matau said, and then added in two different pitches, "'Thisby, Thisby!' 'Ah, Pyramus, lover dear! Your Thisby is dear and lady dear!'"
"Matau, you will be Pyramus and Ehrye you will be Thisby. And that's final!"
"Fine, proceed, then."
"Kopaka Starveling you will play the part of Thisby's mother."
Kopaka nodded, understanding. Poharu smiled at the fact the white-haired man understood.
"Yay! I won't be the only one being a girl!" Ehrye said, wrapping his arms around Kopaka.
"Touch me again," Kopaka threatened, "and you'll regret it."
Ehrye shrunk back and hid behind Onua.
"Onua Snout." Pohatu said, looking down his list.
"Aye." Onua answered.
"You will be Pyramus' father. And, as for myself, I will be Thisby's father. Takanuva, you will be the Muaka."
"Do you have the Muaka's part written?" Takanuva fretted. "I beg that you give it to me, I'm a slow learner."
"You'll have to extempore, it is nothing but roaring."
"Oo! Oo! Let me play the Muaka's part, too!" Matau begged. "I will roar so maliciously, the duke will say 'Let him roar again and again!'"
"You will frighten the duchess and the ladies with your roars, Bottom."
"That would get us hung." Takanuva said, eyes wide with fear.
"Yes, that would, but I vow on my mother's grave that I would roar so sweetly that no fright shall come of it."
"Just stick to the part of Pyramus. He is a sweet-faced man, a proper gentleman, if you please."
"The part was written for me! What kind of beard would I look best in?"
"I discourage your straw-colored beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain beard and the gold-crown-color beard."
"Why doesn't he just go without a beard?" Takanuva asked.
"Splendid idea, Takanuva! We will meet tomorrow at midnight in the palace woods, one third of a league out of the Koro."
"Isn't that just a mile?" Onua asked.
"Indeed it is, but it sounds better as a third of a league. Anyway, we will meet there, otherwise we will be hounded with questions. At the duke's Vuata Maca Tree we shall meet."
Thank you to WereWolfPrincee1215 (yes, I reread it after I posted it and I'm going to edit it sometime soon) and Magdalan-Saiyan-Toa (yes, Billy S. and I are best buds now).
I just realized, Whenua isn't in this! Holy crow! Poor Whenny! Whenua: Don't call me that! ...I'll be emo now. Poor Ehrye, he has to be a girl for Pohatu's play. Whenua: I'm glad that's not me. I could make it be you, if you don't shut it! Anyway, back in Shakespeare's time, women could not perform on a stage. So, they took young men and trained them to speak, walk and sing like a girl. They still do it at Shakespeare's theatre. I must admit, those little boys surely can play a damn good girl! Whenua: What happens in the next chapter? They'll just have to read to find out!