Drabble Rating: K+
Status: 21/45
Word Count: 373 words
Warning: None.
Theme: Prince Charming Doesn't Want to Marry Cinderella

"Kyou's playing Prince Charming!"

"Shigure, shut up!"

"HE'S PLAYING PRINCE CHARMING! Oh! Where did I leave my camcorder?"

Smack.

"Aya! Why must you be so mean?"

Kyou stomped towards the front door in a huff, leaving the dog-man behind whining on the floor rubbing his tender head. Just as he was reaching to throw the door open, the door opened on its own.

Well, not entirely on its own. Tohru opened it slowly. She blinked rapidly when she saw Kyou stop and stare at her impassively.

"Uhm, hello? What's wrong?"

Kyou huffed.

Tohru panicked. "Oh I'm sorry! Did I do something wrong? I don't know what I did, but if you tell me I—"

"It's nothing."

"Oh," She frowned. Then she gasped and dug into her bag and pulled out two packets. "The scripts are out! You left before the teacher handed them out, so I grabbed one for you."

Kyou hesitantly took it. He flipped through it as Tohru rounded him and dashed over to Shigure.

"Shigure-san! I'm playing the role of an evil step-sister!"

"Evil step-sister?"

"Yes! I'm going to need help with my lines. They rewrote the play, but there are still so many for me to remember! I'm afraid I'll forget something important and mess up the whole thing. If that happens everyone will be angry at me and I'll be kicked out of school and—"

Shigure grabbed the packet and gently tapped her head with it. "Calm down, nothing like that will happen. Of course I'll help you with the script." He then grinned and looked over to Kyou. "I'll get to have you all to myself…"

Kyou twitched before turning to glare at Shigure with a face full of venom.

Tohru looked flabbergasted. "Huh?"

Kyou to the rescue!

"You stupid dog!" With a swift smack, he grabbed Tohru and dragged her outside. "We'll practice together. Since he's not in it, and I am. We can work on helping each other remember our lines."

Tohru smiled. "Thank you! I'm sure you'll make a great Prince Charming!"

He gulped. "And you'll—you will make a great…evil…step-sister."

I really wished that she was Cinderella.

At least she'd be mine—even if it was just for a little while.