August 30, 2007 to September 1, 2007 (REFORMATTED MAY 10, 2010)

Disclaimers: I do not own any part whatsoever of Prince of Tennis or Giselle.
Summary: Giselle, a ballet from the Romantic period, is now parodied into Prince of Tennis Style! Enjoy! And don't forget to review please!

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Act II
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The audience were chattering loudly when the lights dimmed once more, and the stage light focused on the lonely narrator, Sanada Genichirou.

"Due to healthy problems, Yukimura is currently hospitalized and is unable to continue narrating the play, which is why I am narrating for the rest of the play…" murmured Sanada into the microphone. Everyone silently prayed for the better of Yukimura.

"Let us continue with Gisyuusuke, then," quietly announced the vice captain of Rikkai Dai, and curtains parted, revealing the next and last scene of the play.

It was dark, and Beriji had recently finished burying her daughter in the forest, where Gisyuusuke adored most about the village of Rhinestone.

"Gisyuusuke…nya…I wish you didn't die…nya…" And Beriji glomped the gravestone of her daughter tightly, sobbing and not letting go until two trees pulled him away from the gravestone and threw him backstage before staying still once more.

A few seconds later, Hilatobe casually strolled down the stage with Kabaji, holding out a bunch of flowers and placing it onto Gisyuusuke's grave.

"Hmph! Gisyuusuke, if you had chosen me, then you wouldn't have died like this!" said Hilatobe with pride, "Neh, Kabaji?"

"Usu."

"Atobe," whispered one of the non regulars of Hyoutei, "You're supposed to be sympathizing Fuji-san, not complaining."

"Hmph!" retorted the gamekeeper, brushing his hair, "No one is good enough for Hilatobe-sama, neh, Kabaji?"

"Usu."

And with that said, the duo left the stage, having the script writers furiously changing the entire scene and lines, for Atobe left a TINY bit early. So the crew informed the narrator, and Sanada called off another intermission, greatly puzzling the audience.

It was rewritten so that another day had passed, and once again, it was midnight. The Queen of the Watmaps, Myrtezuka, appeared in the forest and called upon her loyal girls, who as well, entered and same fate as the Queen before.

"Awaken now, my girls," stoically commanded Queen Myrtezuka, and immediately ten more of her kind rose from the dead, their arms in front as they emerged from below. The ten Watmaps faced their queen and bowed lowly, lifting their dresses slightly above ground.

"We bow to you, Queen of the Watmaps, Madam Myrtezuka," unanimously greeted the girls, and they stood straight to await her next command.

"We have someone new joining us today," explained Myrtezuka, "So welcome her and do not let your guard down." Her glasses gleamed by the moon's rays, slightly intimidating her followers. They formed a circle in preparation of the newcomer.

"Here is our newest member of the Watmaps, Gisyuusuke," welcomed Myrtezuka, and immediately Gisyuusuke rose from her grave, wearing a sparkly white dress with little wings at the back. The audience sighed in happiness at the sight of Gisyuusuke in a different outfit.

"Welcome, Gisyuusuke," greeted the Queen as she slightly bowed to Gisyuusuke, the rest doing the same. Gisyuusuke did the same and began questioning the leader.

"Your Highness, O great Queen of the Watmaps, Madam Myrtezuka, I thank you for allowing me to your group," began Gisyuusuke, "But I have many questions of this…"

"Say no more," firmly interrupted the Queen, nodding her head and sticking out her hand in signaling to stop, "We gladly welcome you, Gisyuusuke. But there are things you must know first.

"Rule One: Do not let your guard down.

"Rule Two: We Watmaps make every man, whether he is famous or not, nonetheless, dance tennis until he dies or until dawn arrives.

"Rule Three: Do not let your guard down.

"Rule Four: Go back to your tombstone when dawn strikes.

"And one more additional information, Gisyuusuke. Do you know what we Watmaps are?"

"Yes," answered Gisyuusuke, "My mother, Beriji, has told me about the Watmaps, where girls die one day before their marriage because of a broken heart…" She trailed off the end, looking at the ground. All the other girls sighed warily, shaking their heads as they began remembering the painful memories.

"Good start, Gisyuusuke," praised the Queen, "But you are missing one important thing: what Watmaps stands for."

"Watmaps have something to stand for?"

"Yes," unanimously agreed Myrtezuka's followers.

"W is for We."

"A is for Are."

"T is for The."

"M is for Most."

"A is for Awesome."

"P is for Players."

"S is for SUCKERS."

"Watmaps stands for… WE ARE THE MOST AWESOME PLAYERS, SUCKERS!"

"What a wonderful way to represent yourself!" commented Gisyuusuke as she lightly clapped.

"Yes, and do not let your guard down," said Myrtezuka with finality, and soon they began dancing around with their tennis rackets while introducing Gisyuusuke to the other members of the Watmaps. The script writers were too lazy to give them different names, so their original names were kept. For the sake of the writers, of course. They needed appreciation, too.

"I am Oshitari Yuushi, and my lover left me because he had to act as a villager in the play. We could have been together if only the stupid script writers hadn't changed the roles." He shot a deadly glare at the writers, and the group shivered all over.

"Shishido Ryou, and my parents stopped the marriage halfway and murdered my lover. Then I murdered myself, and my lover is now with me. We're gay, you see." The audience stared blankly at the junior high student at how blunt he was.

"Hello Gisyuusuke, I am Shishido-san's erm, lover, Choutaro Ootori. His parents murdered me because they didn't think I was good enough for Shishido-san. And that I'm a girl; so welcome to our group." Coughs were heard all over the large room.

"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ," introduced another, by the name of Akugatawa Jiroh, and Ootori gently tapped him.

"Myrtezuka-san, she's not awakening," pointed out Choutaro.

"She let her guard down," stoically replied the Queen, "She shall suffer the consequences later. Kaidoh, your turn."

"Fsshhh…I am Kaidoh Kaoru…fsshhh…and I became a Watmap…fsshhh…because Inui-senpai poisoned me with his Inui juice…fsshhhh…" Backstage, Inui furiously scribbled in his notebook to make Kaidoh do quadruple of his current training settings.

"I am Kirihara Akaya, and I died because vice captain Sanada made me work so hard with my training that I died of exhaustion."

"Name is Niou Masaharu, and I was turned into some rooster by a witch. Then someone hit me with a golf stick and I died."

"It is very nice to meet you, Gisyuusuke," greeted Yagyuu Hiroshi as he bowed, "My name is Hiroshi Yagyuu, and it is a pleasure to meet you. The reason for my death was because I felt terrible killing the rooster with my golf stick, so I hit myself unconscious and descended to the forest of the Watmaps."

A large bubble gum came out of a certain Watmap's mouth and it popped as she spoke, "I am Marui Bunta and I died by eating too many sweets the day before my marriage. And yea, I ate the entire cake myself."

The last one had a stern look on her face as she introduced herself, "Kuwahara Jackal is my name, and I died because…no one liked me."

Silence sounded throughout the entire room, with some coughing as they understood what Jackal meant. They nervously tugged their collars and whistled to themselves, pretending not to have heard that last bit at all.

"We are the Watmaps," said Queen Myrtezuka once more, "So do not let your guard down Gisyuusuke, and welcome."

"Thank you, Queen Myrtezuka," said Gisyuusuke as she bowed, and throughout the night, the thirteen Watmaps danced tennis to their hearts' content.

Meanwhile, Mao, or rather, Albryoma, had awaken from his beauty rest when he realized that Gisyuusuke was already buried in the forest of the Watmaps, and that their funeral had gone by already. He truly had regretted, continuously mumbling "Mada mada dane" to himself. So tonight, he slipped out of the kingdom in the middle of the night and had decided to visit her grave.

When he placed the bouquet of flowers on the grave, he covered his eyes with his bangs and got ready to depart when a bunch of ghosts surrounded him, trapping him so he couldn't escape.

"Huh?" he said with a bored expression, "What the hell are you guys doing?"

"We are the Watmaps…the Watmaps…" they all chanted as they continued circling him. "We are the most awesome players, SUCKERS!"

Then Queen Myrtezuka made her way and hovered over the Nobleman, "You will be dancing tennis with us."

"Fine," he said indifferently, shrugging his shoulders, "I will." He took out his red racket and walked to the other side while the Watmaps flew to the opposite and formed a group, whispering to one another.

"He's volunteering to do so!"

"He's probably stupid, and he'll die in no time!"

"I think he's just dense guys."

They broke apart and settled into their positions, bringing out their rackets. Queen Myrtezuka stood in the middle of the group and commanded, "Do not let down your guard." And all of them began to serve towards the prince.

Easily, Albryoma returned all of the serves except for Queen Myrtezuka, for she WAS Queen Myrtezuka. The tennis ball bounced on the ground and hit him in the stomach. The audience gasped dramatically and began to worry.

The Watmaps and Albryoma continued playing…however, Gisyuusuke had slipped away and brought out her own racket, became invisible with her powers and flew to Albryoma's side to aid him. Somehow, Albryoma was then able to return all the shots and counter the attacks plunged.

"Twist Serve!"

"I wonder how far my golf ball could go…"

"I'm the trickster, all right!"

"Boomerang Snake…fssshh!"

"Myrtezuka Zoooooooooone."

"One shot with all my soul!"

"Damn it!"

"I'll turn you into a demon…hehe…"

"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ."

"Green Apple Bubble Gum is WICKED!"

And soon enough, dawn had risen, and all the Watmaps, excluding the Queen, shrieked in terror. "NOOOOOOO! THE SUN BURNS OUR EYES!"

"We must depart," ordered the Queen as she directed her children back to their homes, "And do not let your guard down." Immediately, the Watmaps did as they were told, for if the sun shone on them directly, they would melt into dung. Queen Myrtezuka proceeded to do the same and shot a glare at the Nobleman, "Do not let down your guard." And she had fled back to her respectful kingdom.

Albryoma stared at the queen with a big question mark hovering over his head, but shrugged his shoulders as she placed his racket over his left shoulder. He turned to walk home when he met Gisyuusuke smiling at him, yet her eyes had no life to them.

"Ah, Gisyuusuke," said Albryoma.

"Yea, Mao."

"…"

"…"

"I'm sorry, Gisyuusuke," apologized Albryoma as he looked down to the ground, "I lied to you."

"That's…quite alright," forgave the recent Watmap, smiling a tad bit. "I will always love you anyway." The audience was so emotional that they began wailing and crying, sobbing at the last scene.

"Thank you Gisyuusuke and I will…love…you…too, even if we're not meant to be together…" said Albryoma as he gritted his teeth.

"Yes," she said, sighing, "Maybe it's not because of our love for one another."

"Huh?" questioned the male, confused.

"I think it's because I'm taller than you and you're shorter than me."

"…"

"Did I say something wrong?" inquired Gisyuusuke, smiling her ever so pleasant-sadistic smile.

"…"

"Well, the sun is about to reach its peak. I bid my farewell to you, Albryoma. And thank you for being my first and only lover."

"…bye," said Albryoma as he turned his back on her and waved a hand, walking out of the forest.

Gisyuusuke closely watched the retreating back of Albryoma, the Nobleman of the kingdom of Rhinestone village. She had loved him as Mao, someone completely different. But because of their different social statuses, she could not bring herself to love him in that way. She could only love him as Mao, and not Albryoma. Sighing, she wiped a tear off her cheek and departed to her grave, resting peacefully.

"The end," announced Sanada as he took off his cap and bowed. The curtains closed in front of him, and the lights brightened once more.

And that, my friends, was the end of Gisyuusuke.

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A/N: Whew! I am glad that this is nearly over! Now just a short epilogue and everything will be all set! Then I can work on my other stories and review for school…it's coming so close…sigh… 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!