Well folks, another month has rolled around in which I completely procrastinated with this story.
I'm sorry.
This chapter has been so incredibly fun to write… I had to do some research, refresh my Shakespeare banks since it's been a while since I read one of his works, but I think I'm ready for this challenge. (Yeah right, I completely butchered it. To any of you Shakespeare lovers out there, sorry for doing such a horrible job but I tried my hardest!)
I will NOT be writing in Iambic pentameter, and this won't be in play format. This is a fanfiction and you guys deserve a fanfiction in book format.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ojamajo Doremi, Shakespeare, or anything else I could possibly be sued for for mentioning.
All I've got is a brain, and I think it's broken.
Sunlight splashed down on the five figures sitting around a small white table and drinking tea, illuminating their figures and heating their pale skin. There was one empty seat next to a worrisome super idol.
Gracefully sipping her tea, Onpu glanced back in the direction her fellow idol had gone.
"It's been a while since Hime-chan left for the bathroom," the purplette said worriedly, setting down her tea cup and leaning forward to get up.
"Onpu-chan, chill!" cried out an Osakan accent, the owner lounging in an ornate metal chair with curling patterns of flora and vines. A baseball cap hid her reflective wide forehead from view, as the bluette squinted through the bright light at her friend. "Dainashi-san probably just needs some alone time, no need ta panic."
"O-of course," the Japanese sensation replied, glancing back one last time before returning her gaze to the friends before her, "It's just she's been through so much…"
"It's fine Onpu-chan, I'm sure she'll be back soon," Spoke the auburn girl, sweating puddles due to the added heat from her amber sweater.
"Yeah I'm actually a little more worried about Hadzuki-chan," Poppu said, watching the mentioned teen's face grow increasingly red as little droplets of salt water slid down her cheeks and her glasses seemed to steam up from all the water evaporating off her body. "Are you okay, Hadzuki?"
"Me? Ha ha, I-I've never felt better…" Suddenly turning chibi, the girl face-planted the table with a wet smack. A soft giggle floated up from the downed girl.
"Hadzuki-chan!" shouted Aiko in surprise, effortlessly lifting her suffering friend and placing the sick girl on her shoulder. "I'm takin' her ta the doctor or whatever medical people here are called."
"I'll go too," Poppu said, standing up abruptly her eyes never leaving the sweat-coated teen, who was sucking in large deep breaths, trying to cool down. "Onpu, you keep an eye on Hana-chan, she's older but she still needs to be watched, she's always wandering off. And when Dainashi-san comes back, tell her we're sorry we had to leave so suddenly." With that said, the three quickly left the pavilion in search of some kind of medical professional.
Onpu nodded sadly, watching her childhood friends race off into the trees surrounding the rotunda. Now she had two friends to worry about, Himeko had vanished and Hadzuki was overheating. It was depressing times like this that the purplette wished a certain clumsy girl was still with her, she always lightened the mood, even without meaning to.
"I guess it's just you and me now Hana," The idol mumbled, still watching the spot the silhouettes of the other three girls had disappeared from, "What should we do?"
Waiting for the future witch queen's voice to break the silence with fake cheer, Onpu let out a sigh. It was always on Doremi's disappearance anniversary that Hana shoved all her feelings inside and plastered a phony smile on her face. The blonde was the giggling, optimistic sunshine of the group, if she was sad there was no hope for any kind of joy, and since Doremi was all about happiness, there was no way Hana would let a single one of the old ojamajos frown. Not on Doremi's day.
It was when the Japanese super idol finally realized the little witch hadn't responded that she finally turned to look at the young girl. Hana wasn't there.
It seemed the queen to be had run off when no one was looking, going somewhere only she knew.
"Never mind," Onpu mumbled dejectedly, "I guess it's just me…"
Spotted sunlight glinted through tree leaves as a gnarling man in a frightful mood descended upon his adversaries. A thin rapier was grasped in his steady hand as he prepared to attack his foe, an attaint to the universe, a disgrace to every living being in existence, a stain on the silken fabric of reality.
Kotake Tetsuya
Behind the foul barbason was the quarry of this battle, the fair, alderliefest Toudo Ichigo, also known as Harukaze Doremi. A beautiful maiden with hair of rubies and eyes of amethyst, she was a shining light all her own.
"Thou cannot atone for thy misdeeds, Tetsuya!"the hero cried, thrusting his blade at his foe, "Even though thou do not bear a brain, tis no excuse!"
The metallic clunk of his boots on stone echoed through the courtyard as he approached his enemy. Just the sight of the villain's mustache spoke volumes of his treachery. Reflecting sunshine like a small mirror was his rimmed-glass monocle, another evil symbol of hate and dishonesty.
How in Earth's name could someone not see him as the absolute villain he is within?
Alas, while the malevolent figure radiated darkness the beauty behind him outshone his awful aura with her gracious light. Adorned in a simple white gown with belled sleeves ending at her elbows and light embroidery at the trim, the lady was truly a sight to behold.
"Foolish Nit! Thy woman is mine!" Exclaimed the vile cur, wrapping an arm around the damsel's waist.
With another snarl, the hero charged forward, ready to face his enemy.
"Foolish… Nit?," Kotake mumbled slowly, staring at the writing scrawled on his hand, "What the hell is a nit?" he asked, turning to the redhead behind him. Pausing, the partial amnesiac glanced at his lines in curiosity.
"Uhhh… Maybe it's some kind of bug?" She offered, scratching her head in confusion.
Shrugging, the soccer player continued reading his lines. "Thy woman is mine! Grab Doremi's waist… Oh!"
Wrapping his arm around the blushing girl, he glanced in the direction of his delusional friendenemy, who just so happened to be charging at him with a stick clasped in his hands. Scrambling backwards and away from Ichigo, the blue-black head barely dodged a quick swipe of the branch.
"Where'd that stick come from?" Kotake shouted as he sidestepped a quick jab from Romeo-Sasuke (Sasookay). Ducking under another swing, the soccer player looked at the redhead in distress. "When the f*** did he pick up that stick?"
Before the cussing teen could even catch his mistake a rock flew from his kind-of-girlfriend's hand straight into his temple. And while the offending rock may have caused a concussion, the blow did in fact effectively knock the blue-black head out of the range of Sasuke's (Sasookay's) attack. (I'd just like to take the time to point out that now the blue-black head's head is going to turn black and blue).
Wincing slightly, Ichigo's eyes quickly left Kotake's downed form to the technically victorious rival.
Throwing that rock might've been a mistake…
The first slash of the hero's blade was simply to separate the demon from the beauteous maiden; each attack afterwards had intent to kill. Just as the accursed Tetsuya had dodged yet another fatal blow, a gift from the heavens flew in a glorious path right into the head of the horrid foe.
A sparkling bolt of pure honesty, justice, and righteousness sent the villain crumbling to the hard stone floor. Such virtues were simply too much of a shock for the mustached marauder.
Turning to face his damsel no longer in distress, the triumphant knight strode forward. Each step bringing him closer to his love, his fair maiden, his Juliet, his-
"Halt! Thou must halt lest thy wish to taste the sting of my blade!" A voice rung out from the foliage. Stepping out was a knight in brilliantly shining gold armor.
"What tomfoolery is this?" muttered the hero, turning to face his new adversary.
MmHmm, that's the end of this chapter. Now you see what I meant by butchering it.
Yes, I'm sorry all you Shakespeareans, but I have done you shame. If you feel the need to flame me, go right ahead, I completely deserve it.
Now, I'd just like to give a shout out to a reviewer who left six reviews in a row (in a row actually meaning they're completely consecutive, she left them all on the same day):
Asumi-chan!
Welcome! I'm touched by all your reviews, yes, all six of them.
I love it when late-comers come along and leave reviews for a story as they read through, it gives the author insight as to what goes through their audience's mind in a more consecutive manner.
So thank you, Asumi-chan!
P.S. I hate those fake cherries! They taste nothing like cherries! They don't even taste like fruit! And it's always got it's disgusting juices oozing all over the ice cream AND COMPLETELY RUINING THE ENTIRE DISH! So no, it's not and never will be one of those absolutely atrocious fake cherries. Ever.
(And for the record, I love all my reviewers, every single one of you, it's just that she left six in a row and I had a huge spaz attack over it. It was worse than that one time I ate a whole tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream at my little brother's birthday party… Oh those poor children, I hope their minds blocked the images of that night from ever returning…)