Lovino: What's up? T_T Yeah the psycho isn't here right now because she's putting on her costume for the dance scene.

Me: *From the other room* No More Ms. Nice Girl! ~ Wait and See! ~

Lovino: …She also won't stop singing. Here's the next chapter.

I own nothing sadly…

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No More Mr. Nice Guy

"Arthur!" Ivan broke through a set of shrubs. "Didn't you hear me calling?" He asked with a dark grin.

"I… I…" Try as he might Arthur had no rebuttal to that face.

"I thought I heard… voices." Ivan continued while twirling a water pipe, of all things, idly.

"Voices?"

"Yes. Voices." Francis, in a rare moment of courage in front of Ivan, decided to croak Arthur's name twice. The enchanter tossed him a blasé look, clearly stating he wasn't fooled. The frog quieted instantly.

"Well I-I…" The prince stuttered.

"You… What?"

"I've decided… to marry you." Arthur said, thinking quickly. Ivan looked fairly delighted.

"Wait. You mean? Ahaha! Yes!" He kneeled in front of Arthur and dramatically took his hand. "Oh you have made me so happy your highness. I'll be a good king you'll see! I'll wear nice clothes; maybe even get my hair trimmed. How wonderful!" He stood and walked a few paces.

"Oh, and Arthur? You wouldn't happen to know who this belongs to, would you?" He snatched up a familiar bow that lay half hidden and forgotten in the grass. The prince gasped in horror.

"Come to the ball. I will make a vow of everlasting love." Ivan laughed in an uncanny impression of Alfred's voice. "Thought you could fool me, did you?"

"I will never be yours! You Creature! I will marry Prince Alfred and you cannot stop me!"

The enchanter grasped his wrist in a harsh grip, forcing him to release his precious locket. "I hate to tell you this, your Highness, but you won't be able to attend the big ball, tomorrow night." He swung the pendant around tauntingly.

"If you want to stop me, you'll have to kill me." Arthur declared.

The hand on his wrist moved to his chin. "No, I don't think I do. You seem to have forgotten something very important… Tomorrow night, there is no moon."

The defiance in the Prince's eyes shattered.

'Oh poor Swan Prince, the waning silver light of the moon fails you now. Will you still have your everlasting love?


Ivan cackled as he trounced into the hardly used grand hall. "No matter what they do, I am always one step ahead." He paused, a thought striking him. "Ooh, on the other hand, if Prince Alfred makes his vow that could be disastrous. I'm going to have to deal with him, but how?"

His servant, whom was sweeping nearby, hummed softly to himself. Ivan's gaze landed on him, and then it sparked with an idea. "The vow… I'll get Alfred to offer his vow to the wrong Prince!"

"Oh, Toris. ~" Said male stiffened and his grip on the broom became white-knuckled.

"Ye-Yes, sir?" He didn't dare look up, but the enchanter tilted his face with a harsh tug to his chin.

"I'm going to make you look like Arthur."

"W-What? Look like…?"

"Yes, the prince. It'll take a bit of work, but it will be worth the magic… because when Alfred makes his vow to the wrong boy… Arthur will die and then I'll finish Alfred off myself. Oh I love it!"

He turned and began to sing. "Gosh it's such a hoot to see them quaking! When I'm king they'll treat me with respect. I can't wait to watch their poor hearts breaking, so much for politically correct!" A flash of magic later he was in royal clothes, and almost skating around.

"Up 'til now, I've pulled my punches. I intend to eat their lunches. No more Mr. Nice guy, not for me!" False figures of all the people of Alfred's court appeared. (The one of Felix snickering at Toris' shock and then offering a hand to dance.)

"If you think that I'm hard hearted, well lamby-pie I haven't even started!" A spark hit three statues on a fountain and the female figures sprang to life forming a chorus. One had blonde hair, glasses, and a navy dress. Another appeared with short brown hair, green eyes, and a teal dress. The last was in a deep violet dress with curly black hair. They picked up the tune.

"No more Mr. Nice Guy, no sirree!"

"Soon as my witchcraft has zinged 'em. I'll gain control of the kingdom! As for Arthur, well that's tragic because I'm going back to that old black magic!"

"Good behavior is so much duller, time to show my one true color!"

"Baby, Mr. Nice Guy's History!" Chanted his back-up.

"Vengeance is what I believe in, I don't get mad… I get even! Arthur can't get to the ball cause I won't bring him. So I'll zap up a date who's a real dead ringer!" He snatched Toris into a spin that made him change to a perfect replica of the Swan Prince.

"Up to no good, I love plottin'… Cause I'm so good, when I'm rotten! No more Mr. Nice Guy, Wait and see!"

"Wait and see!" Chimed his chorus.

"I'll become that nasty, naughty,"

"Petty, spiteful!"

"Wicked, wayward."

"Way delightful!" The statue girls cheered with him.

"Bad guy I was born to be!" The music seemed about to stop until the blonde spoke up.

"Once more?" The enchanter rolled his eyes, but obliged.

"Lying, Loathsome,"

"Never tender!"

"Indiscreet, repeat offender! No more Mr. Nice Guy, That's not me!"

"Doo, doo, doo-doo…" The statues returned to stone in the fountain. Toris returned to himself, but wearing and all too familiar locket and a guilty look. Ivan laughed darkly, thanking his now non-existent audience for their applause and leaving the room.

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Me: *Still in outfit* and low it is done!

Lovino: 'Bout time you lazy snit.

Me: Uh! How dare you! I have been very busy! *Huff*

Lovino: With what?

Me: ….. Shut up. Big props to crowprincess14 who was kind enough to review for a cameo in this chapter… even if it was brief.

Lovino: That's because this part it so short. And in case the fans wonder she was the girl in teal and the little nobody in violet was a friend of the authoress who decided to take the role out of pity because no one else was really fighting for the second cameo.

Me: In other news, if you could read this page, fully picture Ivan singing it, and NOT burst out laughing… you are so much stronger than me, because I could not keep a straight face to save my life.

Lovino: Anything else or can I go home?

Me: You'll leave when I'm good and ready to fling you from my doorstep! And to my readers I promise, I'll make the next part much longer than this!

Ja nee! Please Review!