A/N: Thanks again for reading! I don't have much to say except enjoy! Reviews are always loved! Oh, um, I guess I should mention that everybody in this story is two years older than they were at the end of G-Rev. Yes, I should have mentioned this from CHAPTER 1. God, I'm slow… Forgive me!
I realize that when I posted the fanfiction it was based on Tyson, yes it's based on him but being me, I like to incorporate other people into other chapters as well! Gives a bit of diversity, don't you think? If I had written about Tyson in every chapter, honestly, I would lose interest very, very quickly!
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than the crazy, over-the-top weirdness in this fic!
Summary: AU-ish. Tyson's high school is participating in this year's drama production event, Cinderella. Aha, but there's a twist; gender roles will be swapped! All hell ensues courtesy of the drama group! Most G-Rev characters! Who will be Cinderella? Who will be the Prince? And where is Hiro's coffee mug? Most of the G-Rev characters will be here! Extremely, extreme randomness, craziness and weird things. Thou have been warned. Those who R&R gets free chocolate chip cookies!
Chapter 11: The Plan
At the back of the school was a large, tall, glass greenhouse surrounded by trees and flowers on the outside. From the outside it looked as if nobody was inside but the greenhouse had occupants: Garland (the school's number one martial arts champion), Ming-Ming (the Venus Music Club's leader), Crusher (the master wrestler), Brooklyn (the animal whisperer) and Mystel (the boy who could jump to insane heights like he weighs nothing) sat around the large, marble fountain etched with images of bit-beasts. Since her sword duel against Julia, Ming-Ming craved revenge. How dare Julia rip her six-hundred dollar custom costume? How dare she? Garland wanted his revenge too; Julia beat him! Crusher was equally humiliated after she put him to sleep! The only two people who weren't affected were Brooklyn and Mystel. They had nothing against the Spaniard (or the drama club) but they just joined in for the fun. Brooklyn was hired by the drama club to release doves at the end of the play. Mystel was hired to throw confetti at the cast. Of course Ming-Ming didn't appreciate it but Garland convinced it was a good thing; those two could work from the inside and sabotage the play!
"Alright," Garland stood up with arms crossed, beginning the meeting. "As you know Sports Day is coming up. Are we all in the plan?"
"You betcha!" Crusher stood up slamming his fist into his palm. "I can't wait until I crush the competition!"
"And you Ming-Ming?" Garland directed his attention to the short vocalist.
She smiled happily, "I can't wait until gymnastics competition!"
Her expression suddenly darkened; with a swipe of her arm, Ming-Ming transformed into the tall, evil version with devious intent. Everybody knew Ming-Ming was going to get back at the Spaniard. Well, everybody was aware except Brooklyn who was too busy paying attention to the birds perched on his finger.
"Each girl from the drama club will be participating in their events but our main target is Julia," he looked around at his friends and continued, "She must be taken out. Once that's done, Ming-Ming will take her place and the play will be a success."
"I like that," Ming-Ming piped up walking to Garland. She stood there empowered, feeling as if the time was right to extract her plans. "But how do we take her out? Do we know what event she'll be participating in?"
"I do," Mystel stood up pulling out a sheet of paper from his back pocket. Unfolding it, he read, "Julia will be participating in the hundred meter dash with hurdles and long jump."
Crusher crossed his arms in deep thought. It was unusual to see the large teen thinking, let alone, in deep thought.
"Say, I have idea." Crusher opened his eyes staring at his friends. "I know how to get back at Julia."
"Ooooh, do tell!" Now Ming-Ming was interested.
Later that day, after school, three of the five students in question met on the field. They nodded storming toward the tool shed. As expected, the Russian mob were inside playing cards and by the looks of it, their leader was in a very, very foul mood. They saw traces of make up on his face, black eye liner and glitter stuck in his hair.
"I come to you with a proposal," Garland stepped forward. He wasn't intimidated by the Russian but for this 'job' to work, they required his cooperation.
Tala slowly looked up at Garland, glaring bullets into his skull and replied in a whisper, "What is it?"
"Do you want to get back at the drama club for putting you through torture and humiliation? How about getting back at Julia?"
"You have a plan?" Tala placed down his cards aligned as a Royal Flush. Timing could not have been better. "Let's hear it."
Bryan looked from Tala to Garland nervously, "Now, now, let's not—Hey! Put me down you big oaf!"
He directed his comments at Crusher who hauled him over his shoulder. Spencer was about to stand up but Ming-Ming appeared behind him and kicked him in the shins. For someone as big as Spencer, that did hurt a lot when she kicked with heels. With the door opened, Bryan was tossed outside followed by Spencer and Ian.
"Dammit," Bryan cursed in his native tongue. "This isn't good!"
"Agreed," Ian added getting off of Spencer who pulled Bryan up.
The teen rained his fists on the door but to no avail! Tala was making deals with the wrong crowd! Bryan didn't understand why Tala didn't want to participate in the school play! It's just a play and plus, the concept was interesting! Spencer and Ian were fine with their roles so why not Tala? Pressing his ear to the door, Bryan could barely make out what they were saying! Turning to his friends, Bryan spoke in his native tongue instructing his buddies to do the same. It was a precaution just in case there were others around.
"Alright, Spencer, Ian, we can't let this happen! Tala is making a big mistake and we need to stop him!"
"You sound like it's an easy thing to change Tala's mind just like that," Ian snapped his fingers emphasizing the point. "Once Tala has a goal, you know he won't change his mind no matter what we say or do."
"What's the plan?" Spencer asked.
"We gotta warn the drama club!"
As Bryan turned around, two beyblades shot out of the blue, dancing around his feet. Both blades grinded against his sneakers to the point the rubber on the tip of the sneakers burned, emitting a foul odor. The Russians looked up; they weren't alone. Standing in front of them were Brooklyn and Mystel.
Lifting up his mask Mystel said, "Sorry, you're not going to warn anybody."
Brooklyn just smiled sending a small dove on its way, "Battle us and you can go on your way. Have fun trying to win."
Bryan and Spencer growled. Both boys pulled out their launchers, stuck on their blades. Spencer turned to Ian signaling the teen to do the same, "Let's go."
A three on two battle didn't seem fair but the Russians were shocked by the amount of power Mystel and Brooklyn's blades packed; Zeus gave Seaborg a pounding! Several shards from Spencer's blade flew in all directions and Spencer knew his attack ring was slowly disintegrating with every second followed by his defense ring. Mystel's Poseidon was doing quite well against Bryan and Ian's blades, grinding, creating sparks and embedding deep groves into the dirt. The battle lasted for at least fifteen minutes until the Russians were defeated. Zeus and Poseidon returned to their owner's hand… and Bryan was going to make a run for it! The teen in question already had a head start, running toward the school gates!
"Brooklyn, why don't you use your animal whispering abilities?" Mystel looked up at his friend. Bryan was far from within earshot, "I'm sure he'll like it."
Brooklyn smiled. "My pleasure,"
Placing two fingers into his mouth, Brooklyn whistled loudly. Bryan heard it until—
"ACHOO!" Bryan wiped his nose. Why was he suddenly sneezing? Eh, sneezing usually meant… "ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO! CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATS!"
And so it begins. Cats shot out of everywhere heading to Bryan purring against his legs, meowing at him, climbing onto him, using Bryan as a scratching post and being just darn cute. Bryan, who was highly allergic to cats, couldn't fight back and succumbed to their cuteness and his allergies. With another whistle, at least twenty dogs appeared out of nowhere b-lining toward Spencer. The large teen wasn't having any of it! Dogs ranging from different sizes and colors jumped onto Spencer, licking his face while others bit his clothing, shredding them to bits. Russian number two down, one more to go.
"Anything for Ian?" Mystel smirked.
"You betcha." Brooklyn whistled again.
Ian covered his ears praying nothing was coming to get him! Ian's prayers were never answered. He looked on the ground seeing shadows from above. He looked up spotting winged creatures. No, they weren't angels but birds... LOTS OF THEM. Ian swallowed nervously. Ian never liked birds; he remembered when he was young he got pecked by seagulls at the beach… mercilessly because of Bryan's stupidity throwing bread crumbs at him! Brooklyn and Mystel watched the large flock of pigeons raining down onto Ian pecking the poor boy. By the school gates was Bryan all shriveled on the ground sneezing himself to pure exhaustion by fluffy felids. Spencer was running in circles from the attack of cute canids and last but not least, Ian was pecked by pigeons. Their work here was done.
Inside the tool shed, Garland and Tala shook hands, sealing their agreement. They knew what each must do in order to extract their revenge against Julia however; they agreed it would be Ming-Ming who was going to deliver the final blow. Both boys stood up and Tala felt a bit… better to say the least. Wiping off the disgusting gunk off his face, a smirk formed on the Russian's lips. Moving to the door, he opened it and turned to his acquaintances.
"Let's begin,"
Ming-Ming appeared in the girls' locker room looking left and right, making sure the coast was clear. Turning around, she gestured Garland to enter. Wow, the girls' locker room was nothing like he imagined it; he expected the girls' locker room to be painted pink, decorated with flowers on the walls and ribbons tied to every pillar. Crusher entered feeling a bit… off. Here they were creeping into the girls' locker room, proceeding with the first step of the plan. Ming-Ming stormed to Julia's locker eyeing it, hoping to burn holes into the metallic surface. God, just staring at the red locker made her blood boil.
Turning to Crusher, there was a glint in her eye, "Do the honors would you?"
Crusher cracked his knuckles, "My pleasure!"
The large teen grabbed the combination lock. He breathed in, forcefully yanking the lock, throwing the mangled lock to the side. Ming-Ming opened the locker and bingo; Julia's prince costume.
"What cheap threads!" Ming-Ming said disgusted, yanking the costume from the hanger. "Matilda has awful tastes!"
She handled it roughly, ignoring the fragile seams. Her fingers trembled remembering the moment Julia ruined her expensive costume. Well, now the same thing was going to happen to her! Hmph. Ming-Ming couldn't wait the moment Julia found out her costume was ruined to shreds! Ha! She'll be too distraught to compete on Sports Day and lo and behold, they'll choose Ming-Ming to replace her. Perfect!
"Crusher, would you like to help me do the honors?" handing Crusher a sleeve, she held onto the fabric tightly, "On the count of three,"
"One, two and THREE!"
'RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!'
Pieces of fabric exploded in every direction. Ming-Ming wasn't done! Ripping out more pieces of the costume with sheer vengeance, she stomped on it with her heels, tearing out more pieces, creating more holes. By the end of it she huffed and puffed. Ugh, now the cheap threads were on her heels! Where's a lighter when she needed one?
Now it was Garland's turn.
He shook his head, "That's enough, the damage has been done."
Ming-Ming pouted, "Oh come on, Garland! Don't be a wet blanket! This as good as it gets to destroying Julia."
"No thanks." The older boy turned around, "We should get going soon. I don't think none of us want to get caught for sneaking around school during after hours."
She bit her lip with disapproval. Deep down Ming-Ming wanted to destroy Julia's locker but that could wait for another day. "Fine," she walked out of the room gesturing Crusher to follow. She turned around, "We're gonna meet Brooklyn and Mystel at the café. You coming?"
"No, I have some other things I need to do. I'll catch up with you guys later,"
She nodded, transforming back into the small, cute singer. With Ming-Ming and Crusher out of sight, Garland turned his attention back to the destroyed costume. His eyes narrowed. Pulling out his cellphone, he received a text message from Tala. It wrote:
Meet me in the gymnasium equipment room in fifteen minutes. I've prepared us some tools to use. I hope you like sawing things in half.