Realised after the last chapter went out that I spelled 'De Vil' wrong, heh heh, woops ^^'
Well, it's fixed in this chapter, hopefully I won't screw it up again, enjoy the reading :)
The adults were not best pleased; they had been betrayed by their own teams and forced to perform as spotty dogs in front of their superiors in the League. It was the day of dress rehearsals for the groups, and with only a week left until opening night; tensions were running high within the performers.
Artegor moodily leaned against a wall waiting for his group to emerge in their costumes. Apparently, all he needed was the furry coat and he was good to go; the coach wasn't sure whether to feel insulted by this or not. Within minutes, Aarch sullenly emerged from the dressing room clad in a black and white spotted dog costume with black spots painted on his face finishing off the ensemble. The spiky haired coach looked him up and down, formulating a witty comment in his mind.
Oh, so much to mock.
'I hope you're house-broken.'
'Very funny, Cruella.'
'That's Miss De Vil to you, spotty.'
'It's Patch, actually.'
At that moment, Dame Simbai emerged in a similar costume, complete with a blue choker with a medallion engraved with the name Perdy.
'Hey, Mom,' Aarch said wearily, 'where's Dad?'
'If you're referring to Norata, he's just putting on his make-up,' the medic responded dryly.
'Is that so my Dalmatian coat will be even more magnificent?'
'Artegor,' the white haired coach sighed, 'Cruella doesn't get to make the coat, she gets caught, remember?'
'Cruella didn't have the Smog,' he replied with pride in his voice, 'I'll skin you alive, Aarch. Just you wait until we get on that stage!'
'Very in character, Artegor,' Keira applauded as she skipped towards them, 'It's wonderful how you're getting in to this so soon!'
'Keira, what are you doing here?' the largest dog questioned as he hid the mittens with the paw prints behind his back.
'I'm just going to watch Rocket's dress rehearsal. Do you know where Norata is?' the aging woman questioned as she looked around her.
'He's just putting his face on. Why?'
'He left his lunch at home,' she replied, pulling out a lunch box with an image of various flowers on it and handing it to her brother-in-law.
'I'll give this to him, Keira,' he sighed as he heard Artegor sniggering behind him.
'Well, I'll be off then. I'm looking forward to your production,' she smiled, happily continuing on her way.
'Is she gone?'
The white haired coach turned to see his brother suspiciously peeking out of the dressing room door.
'Yes, Pongo. She's gone.'
'Come on D'Jok, it's not that bad.'
'Warren, look at me. I'm in a dress,' the redhead sighed sadly as he tried to gather as much of the garment up off the ground as he could, revealing his muscular legs.
Micro-Ice emerged from the dressing room in an even larger dress, kicking his legs up as high as they could go just to be able to walk.
'D'Jok, I feel like a big bell.'
'The petticoat was optional for the dress rehearsal, Micro-Ice.'
'That's the problem, D'Jok. I'm not even wearing the petticoat.'
'It's just a little big because of your size, plus I don't think it does much for your figure.'
'I don't know, maybe I'm just putting on a little weight, you know, with the parties and lack of training lately?'
'Oh, don't be ridiculous, there's nothing wrong with your figure.'
'I could say the same about you, that dress really compliments your curves.'
'Oh, you're too... What's happening to us?'
'I don't know, D'Jok,' he replied on the verge of tears, 'but I feel so feminine it's scaring me, I'm actually starting to feel elegant in this thing.'
'Hang in there, Micro-Ice, the nightmare's nearly over.'
Sinedd moodily shuffled to his three fellow performers in your typical Robin Hood-type Prince costume. When he saw his foes in their dresses, he erupted in to uncontrollable laughter, the outburst was so violent that he had to grab on to a near-by chair to avoid collapsing on to the floor.
'Shut up, Sinedd,' D'Jok scowled, 'your costume isn't the most masculine either.'
'I-I just c-an't stop!'
The youngest striker grabbed D'Jok's wrist and pulled him in the opposite direction.
'Come on, D'Jok, we don't need the village idiot,' and with that, he threw his head back and stormed towards the rest of the group with a majority of the fabric in his arms.
Mei was spinning around in her brand new dress loving every second of feeling like a princess. She failed to notice Tia trail herself moodily beside her.
'Mei.'
The defender looked around to see Tia's angry expression, although with the pink nose and large teeth painted on her face, it was hard to take her seriously.
'I look like a sock puppet.'
'No, you look sooo cute!'
'Rabbits can bite, you know,' she pouted before taking a large bite out of her carrot.
'What are you doing?' the brunette asked with a raised eyebrow.
'Getting in to character, what does it look like?' she replied before taking another munch of her carrot.
'Come on, Thran! I'm sorry I laughed!'
'No, I'm not coming out.'
'Pleeaaaseee?'
'No.'
'But we need you, Thran!'
'I don't care.'
'If you don't come out here right now, I'll send Shekmut in to get you.'
'Ahito, don't you dare.'
'Just come out, Thran!'
The younger twin smiled when he heard footsteps edging closer to the bathroom door, eventually, the door slowly opened to reveal Thran in a ridiculous elf-like costume. Ahito had to struggle to hold in his laugh.
'You're laughing,' his older brother frowned.
'No, I'm just thinking about how great you look.'
'You're a really bad liar, little brother.'
'It could be worse,' he stated as he casually tilted his witch hat, 'you could be wearing a petticoat.'
Thran laughed lightly before shutting the bathroom door behind him. The defender noticed that Ahito was ready to nod off again, so quickly pulled him on to his back, though the witch's robe made it a little difficult.
Mark was having his own problems concerning the costume he had been blessed with; he was convinced that Micro-Ice had covered it in itching powder at some point. He had been holding up a baby Simba plush from the top of their fake rock when the first itching attack occurred, causing him to drop the plush on to the ground two feet below. Luur had been furious, his fake black mane danced as he scolded the itchy monkey; this was his time to shine, and that unusual human was not going to destroy it.
Rocket was in the process of tying his hair up when Keira sauntered in to the dressing room.
'Oh, Rocket, you look so handsome!'
'Err, thanks,' he replied, not entirely enthusiastic about the clothing choice himself.
'I only wish you could wear this every day,' she continued as her eyes started to water.
Oh, here we go.
'Rocket, Sarlight wanted to know-' the ginger goalkeeper stopped in mid-sentence when she saw Keira turn on the waterworks.
'Yuki, this is my mother,' the midfielder sighed as he put the comb down.
'Rocket, you made your mother cry?'
'She always cries.'
Yuki looked at the woman pull a tissue from her sleeve and wipe her golden eyes gently. She made her way over to her fellow teammate, the light pink, cheap material of her dress flowing behind her as she walked.
'Sarlight wanted to know if you could help him put his tail on.'
'Oh, alright, no problem Yuki,' he quickly said as made his way to the door, 'could you keep my mother company? I'll be right back.'
Before she could argue, he was gone. How was she supposed to talk to an over-emotional woman with nothing in common with her at all? In the end, she decided just to sit quietly and fiddle with her magic wand, all the while watching Keira sob quietly about how grown up her son was.
