Chapter 11

"I may be skinny at times, but I'm fat full of rhymes!" "…I'm the geek in the pink…"

Yeah, listening to music inspires me… like nothing else.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, kay? And especially, I do NOT own portion of this story: was used with permission by Rika195's story "If wishes were fishes".

"Oooooooooooh ahhhhh……….." good song! ( ) you should check it out!

Here we go!!! (… another good song by gritz!)

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Kouji's face twitched, but he gave up and turned away. Then he frowned. "There are a million problems with that," he suggested. "First, Rika is small, and if we brought her home, her family might kill us for it. Second, we don't even know where she lives. And third...WHAT THE HECK!?" Kouji flew to the window, his mouth falling open in shock. "Takuya, LOOK!" He pointed out the window, hardly believing his eyes.

"IT'S A REINDEER!!!!" Takuya burst out laughing and started rolling on the ground. …

"CUT!!!!" the speaker blasted into the studio.

"Takuya…" Kouji put his hand over his forehead. "We have run this so many times… I am so tired… please can we just do this without you breaking?"

"TAKUYA!!" the director blasted through the speaker. "IF Y OU…"

"What? You'll put in an understudy? Bring it on! They'll do better anyway! I'd love a break!" he smiled and looked at Kouji who was rubbing his temples. "Just watch… I have this new plan!"

"You always have a new plan…" he groaned.

"Think about it Kouji… they want us to act! That's what keeps them in business! I say we start a strike and just not act like they want us to!"

Kouji brightened. "Hmm…"

"Okay, we are going to run this again! Take 15!" shouted the director over the speaker. "From Kouji's line."

Kouji grinned at his friend then turned away with a triple spin. "That sounds like a great Idea, Taki! Let's even shove Rika in a jar and fill it with mayo!"

"CUT!!!"

"Whoa, look! It's flooding! Looks great! Let's take a swim!" he threw his hands in the air wildly and started dancing disco. Takuya joined him .

"CUT!!!!!" the director scream at the out-of-control actors.

"Do you hear something?" Kouji cupped his hand over his ear.

"Is someone yelling 'cut'?" Takuya batted his eyelids.

"I don't think so…" Kouji giggled.

…..

"Have you seen Kouji?" Rika tugged on Ken's shirt. He was quietly sitting on a couch in front of a TV, as he always did. He turned and gave her an annoyed glance.

"Why the heck are you asking me?"

"Well," she seated herself next to him and focused her eyes on the TV screen just like his were. He was watching different fan-fics that was airing. "You are watching these all day, have you seen any with him in it?"

He sighed coolly and crossed his arms. "You heard me talking to Takuya, didn't you?"

Rika froze, a little embarrassed that he knew, and then let it go. "Well… yes I did! But that doesn't matter, I need to talk to him."

He smiled then turned to look at her with an almost mischievous look on his face.

"…what?" she frowned.

"He and Takuya are on penalty."

"Penalty? Why?"

"They refused to act for a certain fiction story." He chuckled. "They are going on strike."

She shook her head and laughed to herself. "Not a bad idea!"

"Yeah. Have fun with it." He resumed his 'cool, go away' stance and fixed his eyes on the TV again.

"Right." She rolled her eyes and walked away.

"T-J!!" Davis burst into the room and slammed the door shut. "Oh man… I need to talk to you!" his face was dripping with sweat and red with … something extreme, TK didn't know. All the same, TK had the most suspicious look on his face of all time, and Davis, knowing his friend so well, knew something was up. "…Ok… yeah… you better tell me what's going on, you dork."

TK laughed and shook his head. "I'm sorry… I couldn't keep anything from you…"

"No kidding…" Davis sat next to him. "You are a horrible liar, so you had better not try to do anything worth lying about."

"Too late!" TK grinned a rather sweet smile.

"Ok… it has something to do with a girl…" Davis folded his hands.

"Oh come on…" TK awkwardly laughed.

"Ok… a pretty girl!"

"Alright! Shut up!! Before you make this even more embarrassing!" TK slapped him on the back.

"Ooh! You like her!!" Davis grew curious.

"Davis, I hate it when you do this!"

"Ok… she's in the room isn't she…" he raised his eyebrows. Just then, to prove him right, Padme popped out fro under his bed and smiled.

"Hello… Davis." She smiled and bowed. "I'm…"

"Padme, right." Davis laughed. "…Weird."

She frowned. "Anyway… TK and I have been planning something."

"Oh really?" he laughed. TK and Padme both glared at him. "No, no! I'm sure it's great! Let me help!"

"Of course we will." TK rubbed his friends shoulder. "But what was it you were freaking out about before?"

"Oh, that." he shrugged. "Nothin'."

TK frowned. "Okay, maybe you are a good liar, but I'm your best friend."

"Alright, alright… It's about…" he shrunk lower where he was sitting and looked around suspiciously. "It has to do with… Izzy!"

"Excuse me, Character. That is not permitted here, I am going to have to ask you to step away from the wall."

"You are, huh?" Matt sneered at the security guard that was pointing her gun at me. "No need for the gun, I'm just writing on the wall for crying out loud."

"Hmm… Last time you were doing something innocent, you tied me up with a toilet chain." She lowered her voice and leaned against the wall next to him. He didn't stop writing on it, however. He was drawing pictures with a sharpie of rainbows and flowers.

"Well…" he shrugged. "You are the one who fell for me so easily." He winked. "I suppose I am pretty charming."

She lost her small smile and pointed her gun again. "Step away from the wall, kid."

"Ooh." He closed his sharpie and faced her. "Now you're getting tough-girl on me!"

"I'm doing my job, jerk!" she gritted her teeth.

"Jerk?" Matt smiled. "Jerk?" he moved closer.

"Oh stop it." She pointed the gun toward where she wanted him to move.

"Alright, alright." He waved his hands. "I'm going!"

She shoved him into a chair in the corner of the room where they were out of sight.

"Matt… please stop it! I don't want to expose you!" she grabbed the collar of his shirt and whispered harshly in his ear.

Matt looked up at the girl standing over his chair. "I don't care anymore." His face grew dark and his eyebrows tensed. "I know I caused my friend pain… more pain than any friend should ever feel…"

"Stop it!" she slapped him across the face. "Do you want Izzy's pain to be in vein? He did that for you… It would kill him if you turned yourself in."

"I know… I know…" he dropped his head. "But this whole thing… it's so dangerous."

She paused and stepped back, looking at him curiously. "How did you know about…"

"About Izzy getting tortured?" he looked at her plainly. "I know Izzy… I can see it in his eyes what he did for me. Maybe you wouldn't understand a kind of friendship that I have. It's probably too pure for you to comprehend." He stood up and started to walk away.

"No it isn't." she muttered under her breath, not meaning for Matt to hear. He did anyway and turned around to look at her again.

"Don't give yourself away… he whispered. "Cause right now, we look like friends."

She rolled her eyes and then whacked her large machine gun across the side of his head, knocking him unconscious.

Takato quietly walked down the hall toward the locker room. He didn't really want to act, but what else was he going to do? He had become numb to the fact that he was forced to live a fake life… a life everyone else wanted him to have, a person other people wanted him to be. All he really wanted was to be happy… to have perhaps his own home, his own family one-day. He wanted to make his own choices. The flash back of he and Henry escaping from the dreadful place ran through his head over and over as he laid one foot in front of another, blocking out any other sound that would have entered his head. That one time in his life… when he actually felt freedom… when he was doing something that he wasn't ordered to do. But it didn't last; of course… here he was still, playing out another roll.

"Someone out there must know what's happening in here. Does anyone even care that the heroes they know and love are locked away in a prison? Did I sell my soul to being an actor? …It wasn't what I wanted…"

"Takato?" a hand reached out and grabbed his shoulder, startling him out of his thoughts.

"Henry?! Oh… it's just you." He smiled sweetly at his friend who was standing there now without his crutches and almost as good as new.

"Course it's me!" He put his arm around Takato. "Is everything alright?"

"I guess so…" he shrugged his shoulders. Henry nodded and walked with him toward the locker room.

"Hey, Henry?" he said at length.

"Yeah?"

"…What do you remember about… about that long time when you were gone; when you were out there?"

Henry sighed, as if remembering what heaven was like before he was born. "I remember it more than I do anything else. It was one of the most real things I have ever experienced!"

"What happened?" Takato asked as they walked up to their lockers and started fishing out their costumes for their next act.

Henry sighed loudly. "Well…" he lowered his voice. "A lot, I suppose."

He closed his eyes as his mind traveled back to the last memory he had of being free…

"Get back here!" Henry heard loud shouts from behind him and gunshots began to whiz passed him. He heard a car screech and he turned around to see Takato roll onto the windshield.

"NO!" he shouted after and tears started to break free. But he knew… he knew Takato would want him to press on and get help, it was the only way! He then pressed on with all his might toward the city they were surrounded by. Behind him was the large, "Fanfiction" company building. It was a lot bigger than he knew! He then ran through the sidewalks, and dashed through the paths of cars, but the security guards were still on his tail. He then burst through the doors of a clothing department and ran until he thought he was in a place where no one would find him. He dove into a ring of women's jackets and laid still for a while. Then, taking out a small pad of paper and a pencil, he began to write small notes saying:

"Please help us! Call the police! I am an escaped character from they are holding us captive and hurting us! Please send help!"

He wrote about a dozen of similar notes and began shoving them in the pockets of different jackets. Suddenly, someone who had noticed the rustling jackets walked over and spread apart the jackets to see him huddling there.

"Please!!" he held up his finger to his mouth. "I am not a criminal! I need help! I am being kidnapped!"

A woman store clerk was standing there with wide-eyes, not sure what to do. "Are you ok?" she bent down to his level.

"NO!" he whispered fearfully. "I need help!! Call the police! Please! I'm Henry, from We can't get out! They are torturing us and keeping us there against our will!"

"What?" she looked at him suspiciously. "Please… tell the police to secretly investigate it! They are… so smart…They can't get away with this… we need help!" he then put one of the pieces of paper in his hand and held her hand tight. "Don't lose this."

"Let me call the police and get you out of here." She stood.

"Please!" Henry smiled at her hopefully. But sadly, just as she walked away, he heard the shouts of the security guards enter the building and order everyone to stay where they were. He knew he was trapped! Taking his next chance, he leapt from where he was through a different exit and ran back onto the street. The guards spotted him and ran after but his adrenaline kept him going. He ran through the streets the turned down an alleyway. Just as he was nearing a good place to hide, one of the guards jumped in front of him, blocking his way.

"No… please!" tears ran down his cheeks and he began to back away.

"Give it up kid, I don't want to hurt you." The man pointed the gun at him threateningly.

"No!" Henry swung a good kung fu kick and knocked the gun out of his hands.

"I don't think so!" the guard grabbed him and they both got into a tangle. Henry tried to keep up with his martial arts, but the man was much stronger and bigger than he was. Before he knew what was happening, he was rolling on the ground as the man repeatedly beat him with the machine gun, which he had picked up.

"Stop, stop!" Henry cried and felt a crack in his leg where the man had stuck good and hard. "Please! I'll go with you, I'll go with you!"

The man stopped beating and called over a team to pick him up. Henry lay bruised on the ground in pain and reached down to feel a part of his bone tearing through his flesh to the outside.

"I wouldn't try that again." The guard growled.

"I wont… I wont…"

Takato stared at Henry with wide eyes. "You remember… You remember what happened!"

"I have this whole time." He looked down. "I'll never forget. But I didn't want to know what they would do to me if they knew I remembered. I was so scared…" he looked down at his leg which he remembered was in so much pain. A tear escaped his eye as he raised his head and stared at Takato determined. "We will be free." He stroked his shoulder. "We'll make it."

"Sir!! Sir!!" Jason ran as fast as he could toward Mrs. Wodehouse's office. Once reaching it, he banged on the door repeatedly.

"She's not here." A guard walked up to the employee.

"There's been a breech! I need to speak with her! Where is she?"

The guard rolled his eyes. "She is lecturing one of her favorite characters. He tried to get away again."

"Who?? Which one?" he frantically grabbed his hair. He was pretty much a mess, the skinny tech-guy who sat in front of security cameras all day has missing two buttons on the top of his white shirt and it was half tucked in and half not.

"It's that Clark Kent kid from Smallville… he's over in that lead room." He pointed down the hall.

"Thank you!!!" Jason waved his arms and ran down the hall.

Upon reaching the lead room, he burst open the door. Inside was Wodehouse holding up a piece of kryptonite rock by Clark Kent's face. She snapped her head over in anger to see Jason standing there awkwardly.

"Don't I look busy?" she growled.

"Sir, there's been a breech!" he ran up to her, trying to ignore superman lying on the ground in agony.

"What?" she dropped the kryptonite next to Clark's head.

"Look." He held up a piece of paper. "That Henry kid… he's remembered…"

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