11. Princess

Hey there readers, MisstiqueRose again! Wow, eleven chapters! When I started out I never figured it would get this long! :D Thanks to all my reviewers, you're all awesome! *hands out some of Spencer's jellybean stash* :D :D Now we're nearing the main event, so what's going to happen? You'll have to read to find out!

*pauses and looks around* Where is everybody?

Lee: *runs up panting* Sorry…I'm late…

Rose: *beams* It's cool Lee, can you disclaimer for me?

Lee: *recovered mostly* MisstiqueRose does not own Beyblade, she only owns her OC!

Rose: *claps hands* Thank you Lee! :D Oh, and I feel I should apologize, this chapter's not exactly as funny as the last few, but a little more suspenseful as we make our way to the main event!

"Speaking"

Thinking (and or song lyrics, just check the context)

"Speaking in Russian (or another language)" – written in English

"Phonetic Russian/Chinese pinyin (will be translated at the bottom)"

On with the story! :D :D :D

Everyone, Mr Dickinson and Hiro included, was quickly ushered out of the grand hall after the chime of the bell, and as they wandered down the ornate yet somewhat eerie corridor whispers of what may await them flew through the air. Many were nervous, anticipating with a kind of fear that comes from suspicion and past experience – this wouldn't be the first time the Blitzkriegs had scared them all with a prank until they screamed and someone wet themselves, usually Raul, Oliver or Enrique but it varied depending on what the fear tactic was, for example making use of Steve's irrational bird phobia. But some, like Max and Julia, were feeling more positive and seemed excited for what lay in store at the end of the passageway.

The party stopped at a pair of elaborate oak panel doors and Tala turned to face them all with a hint of a smile on his face. "Welcome, to our viewing room." He sounded detached, emotionless and compared to the almost-warm Tala of earlier it was rather spooky. Slowly he opened the doors revealing dozens of chairs, couches and the occasional beanbag, all set up facing a giant screen (that if you looked closely could see was hiding a stage behind it) at the back of the room. "Please, make yourselves comfortable," Tala continued, his voice retaining a slightly cool tone that made people wonder what they were hiding. Cautious heads poked in the door, no one wanting to be the test dummy for any traps that may wait for them.
"Move it. Now!" Bryan's sharp command echoed from the back of the pack and they all hurried inside lest they set off Bryan who was known to be the most aggressive Blitzkrieg.

Something that didn't escape the notice of many of the teams was the kind of already-lived-in feel the room had to it, as if this was someone's living room in their house and they'd just gone out. There were clothes, books, a few toys and other miscellaneous objects scattered on a couple of the chairs, the room smelled faintly of a kind of lavender perfume – as if someone had sprayed it to freshen up the room a while ago yet the scent still lingered and some of the couches had indents of repeated use pressed into them. Salima's eyes flicked to the shredded curtains and a slightly scratched sofa; maybe not someone's house but something… Shivering slightly she blushed as Kane wrapped an arm around her shoulders, deciding it best to dismiss the thought for now. "You cold, 'Lima?" A small nod was the best response she could muster as her mind tried desperately to ignore the frightening concept of what may have been living inside this room and focus on her adoring beau instead. Though Kane often tried his best to appear tough, when it came to Salima he was so gentle and caring it was hard to believe his cold persona even existed. Jim and Goki snickered slightly even though they knew Kane would kill them if he heard; something about Kane having a heart was funny for them to witness regardless of the consequences.

As everyone got comfortable and Yu was safely seated much to his dismay; he'd discovered one of the couches to be incredibly bouncy and so was bouncing away to his heart's content until he was caught literally by Benkei, Tala and the other Blitzkriegs took to the stage and even they didn't seem to fit the room's living aura though none of them seemed phased by it. Lee certainly was though, the idea of being in someone else's territory, especially something that didn't quite seem human, did not appeal to the neko-jin or his team all of whom appeared incredibly on edge; even Rei was having difficulty sitting still and not scanning the room every ten seconds or so. It seemed to be making the Breakers a little nervous watching their usually composed team-mate suddenly become wary and on alert, even Kai sat up and began to take notice of the surroundings.

"Ladies, gentlemen, children, Enrique," Tala's voice startled the nervous crowd back to reality and with a carnivorous wolf-like grin he continued to speak, well aware of the fear that seemed to hang in the air. "As you may know, this week each team was asked to do a double challenge – both a music video and a live performance – based off a single song of a particular artist. Since the All Starz won last week's challenge, they got to choose the artist for each team and from there each team chose their own song," His icy blue eyes flicked to the All Starz who waited awkwardly unsure of whether or not to gloat about their victory. "For the Breakers, they chose Jason Derulo – a big mistake when the Breakers pulled off their surprisingly awesome rendition of 'Fight For You' both on stage and screen." Max and Tyson high-fived before high-fiving and fist-pounding everyone in their team with big grins on their faces, it was a team effort they were definitely proud of, even Kai. "For the Psykicks they chose Taylor Swift, which despite Salima's best efforts wasn't their best performance," Shrugging the Psykicks nodded, it was true; country music like Taylor Swift had them completely out of their technological element.

"For the Majestics it was One Direction, which actually went better than we all initially feared it would. Johnny pulls off Zayn surprisingly well," Spencer was continuing now, Tala was watching out for something in particular that no one else seemed to be capable of seeing. The Majestics nodded, with Johnny grinning slightly at the mention of his awesome recreation of Zayn. "Then for the White Tigers they chose the Black Eyed Peas, which once again only blew up in their faces when Mariah unleashed her inner Fergie and we discovered all the remaining Tigers can rap," Lee beamed proudly at his team – considering how off their usual style the Black Eyed Peas were they'd done a brilliant job. "For Gen Gen Galaxy it was Coldplay, admittedly not their best work but an interesting rendition of 'Paradise' with excellent harmony vocals from Madoka," Madoka blushed and smiled and Gingka patted her on the back happily.

"Our royal duo was given the slightly unfair task of Regina Spektor, who I'm honestly surprised the All Starz have even heard of." Bryan added with a kind of contemptuous smirk in the direction of Michael. "But the two of them produced a beautiful rendition of 'Samson' with an epic piano solo thanks to King so I guess the All Starz powers of foresight are not as brilliant as they first thought with over half the teams rocking the choices they were given," Queen and King fist-pounded without even looking at one another and the All Starz were beginning to look sheepish. "The Justice 5 were dealt a blow with the choice of Celine Dion, something I don't think my eardrums will ever recover from." Ming-Ming beamed before she realised he was insulting her and then glared viciously.

"F Dynasty had to contend with Shakira, which was actually the single worst strategic move I've ever heard of in the history of this entire competition." Bryan's smirk had only increased since he began speaking, and now it was infuriating Michael. A couple of the teams giggled at this statement – that really wasn't a good plan by the All Starz.
"Hey!" Bryan snorted, continuing on as if he hadn't even heard Michael.
"Giving a Latin pop star who sings many of her songs in Spanish to a Spanish circus duo, one of whom possesses a voice powerful enough to rival Shakira herself isn't strategy; it's forking over easy points." Bryan confidently provided as the teams glared at the All Starz, no one liked the idea of another team getting easy points that they had to work so hard for.

The scoring system for the competition were points based off the challenges that occurred every few days, the more points you had, the closer you came to winning the whole show. With each individual win of a challenge the team that won were given perks in the next challenge; perks that unless used wisely went to waste. At the moment the scoreboard was pretty evened out with the All Starz brash decisions, but the Blitzkriegs had the potential to streak ahead...if their plan didn't fail.

"It's like assigning us Linkin Park and expecting us to fail; we unleash total and utter domination. With that said, great job F Dynasty, major respect for combining both the Spanish and the English versions of 'Objection/Te Aviso, Te Anuncio'." Ian beamed cheerily at the twins who beamed back; they always adored praise especially from people who weren't often fond of giving it. That was something that was annoying Ozuma, they were complimenting ever team they could – something they'd never done before - and deliberately dragging out their opening speech…Why? What've they got to hide? They've had enough time to prepare…unless they're stalling for something in particular…But what? Those questions swirled in his head and niggled at the back of his mind, even as the Blitzkriegs continued onto his own team, now it was Ian doing the talking.

"We move on now to the Saint Shields who were assigned Rihanna; and Mariam have you been holding out on us because you've got an awesome voice!" Mariam smiled as a couple of people congratulated her, even blushing a little as Max reiterated the Blitzkriegs comment. "The Barthez Battalion were given Adam Lambert, and Miguel has proved to us all that his vocal range is strangely wide for a male but it was a good performance guys," The Battalion seemed really happy with this news- secretly they'd been worried the teams hadn't liked their performance. "Of course, by being able to choose they chose an artist that worked to their strengths – Gym Class Heroes. We don't need to tell you that they were good." Michael nodded confidently, but received many a glare for it. Tala's grin expanded as all the Blitzkriegs eyed the All Starz with cruel grins and suddenly the All Starz remembered why they should be running for the hills.

"As we've seen, the All Starz choices tended to backfire dramatically, but then what about the artist they chose for us?" Ian began, giving the frightened Americans a vicious leer.
"Now, these guys probably thought they were pretty funny with their choice for us, that we wouldn't be able to pull it off." Bryan chuckled, his fists balling at the thought of the All Starz having a laugh at his team's expense.
"Well, we've been dealt worse hands, and I have a feeling they're going to eat their words of 'you can't pull off the impossible,' when they see what we've got planned…" Spencer grinned darkly, a truly bone-chilling sight as Tala took to the front of the stage, staring the All Starz straight in the eyes with a glare almost as icy as Charlotte's 'Medusa' gaze; he'd learned from the best.
"For those of you who don't remember, they gave a team full of young men an impossible task…" A pause emphasised the drama in the air and Tala tilted his head up and smirked, uttering a single name.

"Hatsune Miku."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Scene Change (Not Time Skip/Flashback)*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

She tugged the sleek midnight-black dress up over her body with surprising ease before examining her reflection in the mirror. The dress was tight but not unbreathable, made of a soft material that stretched as she bent it had slashes that looked like stripes exposing some of her bare skin – but thankfully not in revealing places. It was sleeveless and strapless; the hem stopped higher than her mid-thigh, but thankfully it was more like a leotard with a skirt built in so there was little exposure. Attached to the leotard/dress at the base of her spine was a long black tail, mechanically programmed to respond to the movements of her body. The tail had a cute pale green bow attached to it towards the end, and it swayed gently back and forth as she turned around. Sliding a pair of long gloves that were made of the same material as the dress onto her arms and up past her elbow she smiled a little; as she slipped the gloves up to their full height it was almost impossible to tell where the dress stopped and where they began. They had the same tattered slash-like style the further up the arm they went as the dress and seemed to make her nails appear slightly elongated as well as her arms.

With a smile she reached over and pulled out a pair of boots and socks out of a small box on the counter, admittedly her favourite part of the costume. And why wouldn't they be? Matte black platform ankle boots with an almost invisible buckle that were amazingly easy to move about in yet still incredibly stylish with a nice heel, not ridiculously high but not too low either. She slipped one of the socks on, these matte-black socks that went all the way up to her mid-thigh, barely centimetres below the end of the dress. They like the gloves had the similar slashing pattern that progressed the further up her legs they went. She sashayed further down the counter, lined with mirrors and lights it looked like a traditional dressing room from an old movie, and eyed a wig with a hint of tiredness. It took her a considerably amount of time to put the wig on even with practice and about three people helping her. Now she was on her own, this was going to take some effort.

The wig was a pale green colour, the exact shade of the bow on the tail, and the slightly wavy hair fell to about her mid-back when she put it on. It had the slightest shimmer as it swished in the bright lights of the dressing room and a soft hint of perfume that had been used to detangle it. Strange but effective method; now there wasn't a single tangle or knot in the hair. Sighing she did up her natural hair under a little black hairnet, she rather liked her natural hair, cool as the wig was. Scooping up the wig she quickly flicked it on with surprising speed – even surprising herself that it managed to stay on in the right place. A few bobby pins later it was secure and with a carnivorous smile she played with her new hair getting used to the feeling that came with it. Further along the counter there was a pair of soft black cat's ears, programmed with a similar mechanism to the tail to twitch like real cat's ears when put on. They slid easily into specific parts in the wig, as the wig had been created for the ears not vice versa.

Finally, the hardest part of her costume had arrived and she automatically sighed once more. If you were to walk in and watch her sigh, it would seem as if for nothing because it didn't look like there was anything else left on the counter. But if you looked closely in a little clear box on the corner, almost out of sight lay a pair of red contact lenses; what she dreaded most about this whole ordeal. Nimbly she plucked them both from the box and, drawing in a deep breath for courage, applied the both as quickly as she could to get it over and done with. Blinking a few times to allow them to settle she turned to look into the mirror and smirked wickedly at the result for the eyes that blinked back at her were yellow cat's eyes.

I'm finally ready, now it's time to get on with the show…

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Scene Change *Back to the viewing room*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After Tala's reminder of their given choice they'd said nothing more, instead clambering down into the audience to watch their video that didn't play for about ten minutes. Tala sent Ian to investigate confused, 'it worked this morning' – in truth this was all an act, they needed about a minute's more time until they heard the signal. Ian fixed the projector shivering; the room had dropped in temperature and no one inside could work out why. At least until Bryan spotted the open window that is, letting in some of the cold night's breeze. He went over and closed but Lee couldn't help but overhear Bryan muttering to himself as he walked past. "I could have sworn that was shut when we came in," Bryan shook his head and shrugged dismissively. "Oh well. Must've forgotten."

Lee was not so easily convinced; the window had been shut when they'd walked in but at some point it had been opened again to allow some of the musty air out…or to allow something else inside… Lee, get a hold of yourself; it's probably nothing! They just needed some fresh air, that's all. A small shiver ran down Lee's spine; he knew that wasn't the case but he needed to keep himself calm otherwise his team would catch on, and then it'd be a disaster. Lee felt Rei's uncertain gaze over his shoulder, he turned to face his old friend giving him a small inclination of the head knowing a smile was out of the question. A wave of dread hit him suddenly and his eyes flicked back to the now closed window and then to the door they'd come through he only now realised was locked up.

If something did come through that window…
We're trapped in here with it now.
There's no escape…

Lee tried to remain calm, but his fear had long been picked up by his team all of whom had reached the same conclusion as him. They were trapped in a locked room possibly with a monster who would possibly be annoyed at them entering its sanctum.

What have those Blitzkriegs done?

Yu's eyes flitted from one object to the next aimlessly, he was bored and the video hadn't started yet. His eyes seemed to be seeking out something entertaining, not quite realizing the situation the entire group seemed to be in. Everyone else was scared, but he didn't think this room was so bad, the couches were bouncy, the cushions were soft, it smelled like his grandma (whom he loved dearly) and it was a pretty room, even though it looked a little destroyed by an animal. A small movement out of the corner of his eye captured his focus and he immediately turned to face the thing only to be confronted a quick flick of a tail as whatever it was dashed back off into the shadows. Now he was intrigued, he clambered off the couch and cautiously stepped towards the shadows careful not to make any sudden movements. Yu loved animals so he was excited to see a tail in the room. Maybe it was a cute kitty! Maybe Gingy would let him bring it home with them and he could keep it! He could even name it Fluffy or Mr Whiskers! That'd be awesome. He approached slowly until he saw the creature finally look up and he was startled with what he saw. There in the darkness was a pair of glowing topaz cat's eyes, staring at him with a kind of strange amusement.

"Here kitty, kitty, kitty…" Lee flinched as he heard Yu speak from the other end of the room and his heart stopped as he realised Yu wasn't talking to him or his team. No, Yu seemed to be addressing a creature lurking in the shadows, all he could see of the creature were its haunting amber eyes. "Come here kitty, I won't hurt you…" Yu's soft voice seemed to echo around the room, and a couple of people regarded him with confusion but he continued closer to the creature; he'd even gotten on his knees on the borderline of the shadow. In the shadows the creature moved slowly towards him, careful not to expose itself in the swirling ribbons of moonlight that flittered through the dusty air thanks to the now shut window. Yu held out his hand for it to sniff and in the swaying shadows it was half shrouded in darkness. Now everyone in the room had taken an interest in Yu and his new 'friend' and they all waited to see what kind of creature, or how big a cat, was going to emerge from the shadow.

So when an elegant black-gloved hand tentatively reached out and slowly grasped Yu's hand, you could imagine the unparalleled fear that suddenly surged through the room. Only Yu seemed unafraid, he tried to coax whoever or whatever the creature was out of the darkness to no avail. Yu could just make out its head, which it slowly shook twice indicating its lack of desire to leave the darkness that so gratefully hid it. A silent panic rose through the room as very gracefully the creature leaned its head closer to Yu's hand, never breaking eye contact. Yu offered his hand and was startled that instead of sniffing (or eating as some of the more distraught members of the group feared) his hand it brought it to its lips, lightly pressing them against the baby soft skin of the back of his hand. After a moment Yu turned to his paralysed audience with his trademark bright smile.

"She's a girl."

Mystel, who was overwhelmed with fear beyond the point of all return, suddenly began to laugh at Yu's interesting proclamation. It was a loud, somewhat shrill sound that smothered the tense atmosphere. The female creature's eyes flicked to Mystel and before Yu could call her back she disappeared, fading back into the dimness that hid her. Everyone glared at Mystel; Yu had been about to draw the creature out a little further into the light but his annoying paranoid reaction had startled it away. Yu growled; such bitter rage sounded eerie coming from his voice. "Thanks a lot, Mystel. You scared the kitty-girl away!" Little tears pricked Yu's wide green eyes and his lower lip wobbled threateningly. Apart from loving animals Yu had a nasty tendency to throw horrible wailing tantrums when things didn't go his way. Right now Mystel was staring down the mother of all hissy-fits and boy did he know it.

"Relax kiddo, she'll be back. There aren't many places to hide in here, but then again she knows this place better than us…" It was Tala, who gave Yu a smirk as their video player almost kicked itself into gear (with a little bit of 'encouragement' from Ian). Yu relaxed at Tala's interjection, but he still glared viciously at Mystel before going to pout on the bouncy couch. Everyone returned to their seats, contemplating Tala's unusual choice of words as their black and white video started up sound and all.

A bright kind of waltz played as black cat paw-prints walked slowly across the screen, getting faster and faster as the waltz eventually tumbled into disarray. The footprints lead to none other than the mysterious cat creature revealed to be a girl, who Yu met earlier and as she meowed at the camera Yu's eyes widened and he sat up now taking an acute interest in the video. Spanish guitars played and the music became fast with a Latin feel as on screen a kind of moving montage focusing on the moon and streets. Words spelt out following paw prints that padded the screen 'A Blitzkrieg Production of a Hatsune Miku Song, Original by marashy' then it was as if someone had set the screen alight as it burned away, revealing photos of the cat-girl from different angles in time with the quick moving melody.

The words 'Cat's Dance' lit the screen for a brief moment before the black-and-white video cut to a beautiful open room that had the same kind of feel as the one they were in, a feeling Aaron had been trying to place since they'd entered. It wasn't destruction, it felt too homely for that… As he watched the cat-girl sing 'meow' somewhat mournfully in time with the music as she danced around on her own in the ballroom he realised it was abandonment. His concentration returned to the video as he watched the girl dance and sing on her own, it looked like it was a dance supposed to be performed with a partner, but there no longer was a partner there for her so she continued to dance alone; the thought saddened Aaron slightly. Nobody should have to dance a two-person dance alone.

The red tea on the table is left cooled
The sunset of melancholy is excess time
How long you are going to leave me here for?
No, I don't want that

As she sang the verse the scene changed to a window ledge that the cat girl looked out longingly as she sang. Her eyes (the only colour in the shot) flicked back to the centre of that room where it was as if her memories were coming to life as a ghost version of herself and Spencer (playing a character in this story) appeared, speaking to one another. The focus shifted to the ghosts and as Spencer spoke, she sang the words as if she was remembering the way Spencer said them.

How many times do I have to repeat myself?
Not enough, as if I have to repeat it endlessly
I thought I told you I hate waiting?
Whatever, let me punish you

Ghost-Spencer played with the cat-girl's hair, as he did so the focus shifted to the real cat-girl who fiddled with the same strand of hair before leaving her current perch and strolling around the Ghost-Spencer as he continued to speak to the ghost-cat-girl. The living cat girl came to a stop behind where her former self stood, singing more of Spencer's words in perfect time with Spencer's lips – it almost made it seem like he was talking.

Don't look at me with those eyes
I always give you a reward don't I?
If you understand give me a kiss right now
You'll understand if you don't want to be an abandoned cat right? Good kitty

Lovingly the cat-girl, who seemed slightly dwarfed by Spencer, leaned up and gave him a kiss as he commanded. Tapping her nose lightly a kind of bittersweet smile crossed his face as he spoke of abandonment – a concept that did not please the cat girl as she reached out clutching on to him. He caressed her again as he 'said' "Good kitty" and then the scene returned to the open room from the beginning, now inhabited by ghosts that danced with her.

Sing and dance, Amore mio, wag your tail, As she sang this, footage of her tail (and consequently her ass) swinging played; Ian had definitely loved getting that shot.
If you want to be embraced by this graceful flower
Stronger, Amore mio, ring your bell, This time it was footage of the cat's bell around her neck that you could almost hear softly chiming in the distance.
Now dance

Her meow-song returned as she danced around, this time with Ghost-Tala (who was playing another character). The Blitzkriegs, though they hated to admit it, actually rather enjoyed acting for their music videos so this one that featured most of them at some point had been a blast for them. Only Ian was not featured, someone had to film them, but he didn't mind as he was a terrible actor.

You're fine as long as you're comfortable right
Like a sleeping cat rolling on its back
The bottle went empty some time ago
Refill it quickly

The scene transformed this time to the cat's bed, where she slept adorably as Bryan (the last of the acting Blitzkriegs) played with her hair. He wandered around her and time fast forwarded till she woke once more, the shot focusing on her wide amber eyes.

Stop acting cold towards me and teasing me
If you were in my position it wouldn't work
If you understand then hug me right now
You understand that tonight shall be drunk with love right? Good kitty

Hands reached out to grab the cat, shrouded in darkness it seemed like there were dozens of people. Her head turned to the side dejected, she knew what was coming and didn't even try to escape it anymore. As she was tugged into the blackness Bryan reappeared with a malicious smirk on his face almost saying "Good kitty". It cut to black and then the open room once more as if someone had opened curtains.

Sing and dance, Amore mio, wag your tail, (More ass footage now, Ian absolutely love this video)
If you want to be my Prince charming
More painfully, Amore mio, shout your throat dry
Now spoil me

Nobody could deny that the chorus had a more sinister feel to it this time around; she kept changing partners from the ghost Bryan to Tala to Spencer without ever missing a beat but it looked as if she were trying to escape them only to wind up in the grasp of another. The ghosts, since they were just that ghosts, would almost appear out of thin air, vanishing when they weren't needed making her escape impossible.

You haven't cried since yesterday
Will I be all alone tomorrow again?
So let me hear your cries
I'm not lonely... although it's a lie...

As she sang the bridge it was her and Tala, and the shot alternated with the lines, Tala's were about crying; hers about loneliness, as they almost spoke to one another until she said it was a lie that she wasn't lonely. The shot made it seem like she was falling, the cat's bell around her neck choking her till the screen cut to black. A Spanish guitar interlude played as black and white pictures lit up the screen in an old movie – the cat girl being adopted, watching Tala dance with someone else and one of her being cared for. But, in between these pictures there would be motion shots of two people dancing (Tala and the woman from the picture) and all you could see were their feet moving in time with the music. Each time there was a fast set of claps the picture would flash between the woman's dainty shoes and the edge of her dress and the cat-girl's matt black heels – the cat girl was picturing herself being the one dancing with Tala. The woman and Tala leaned in closer to make it appear like they were about to kiss, alternating between the woman and the cat-girl.

It seems I've fallen into a dream some time ago, It was a shot of the cat girl sleeping again – she looked so peaceful and relaxed.
Being looked at gently by those amber eyes The perspective suddenly changed, revealing Tala as the one asleep and the cat-girl watching him, her eyes bright in the moonlight.
Thinking about it, you were the only one that was always here for me, Tala awoke (real Tala, not a ghost), reaching out and playing with a strand of her hair causing her to lean closer to him.
Giving the empty me love and warmth, good kitty He sat up gently and cuddled her, whispering 'good kitty' in time with the song.

Sing and dance, Amore mio, wag your tail
If you want to be embraced by this graceful flower
Stronger, Amore mio, ring your bell
Now dance

This chorus felt happier than the last two, and the girl's dress had changed from a torn destroyed rag to a cute flowing white nightie like dress done up at her waist with a pale green ribbon. The Blitzkriegs appeared glad as they danced and she seemed far more inclined to dance with these Blitzkriegs (who were all solid) than the ghosts from earlier.

Tonight we dance, dance the cat's dance
We shall step lightly and with dignity
You're really bad at dancing you know
But even that part of you is cute

She twirled round, lightly bounding past them with a grace none of them could match, something she made a point of in the song, but smiled hugging them all close to her on the last line of the song. As they danced to her meow once more the house seemed restored behind them; something that made the audience smile – the Blitzkriegs weren't ones for happy endings but this song definitely seemed worth it. On that last meow before blackout the shot, and all eyes, focused on the cat girl as she smiled cheekily giving a wink as she meowed.

It took a few moments for it to sink in that the video had finished, once it did though everyone was on their feet applauding. As the screen began to rise up to reveal the stage, the same cute piano riff from the start of the song played all over again and as it tumbled to disarray once more the spotlight shone on centre stage where, in all her gothic yet slightly sexy glory the cat-girl stood turning to the audience and with the faintest hint of a smirk on her face she let off one more famous meow.

"Meow!"

AND THAT'S THE END OF PRINCESS! Oh MY GOD THAT TOOK FOREVER! :D :D So, now it's time to watch it live? Don't worry, it won't have the worded translation again, that'd be too long!

There doesn't seem to be any Russian in here so there's no need for a glossary!

In case it didn't make sense, the song was Cat's Dance by Hatsune Miku, and I recommend watching the actual music video – this one was inspired by that one, especially the outfit!

Please READ AND REVIEW! :D :D :D :D