Disney Nightmare
Chapter 3
by: Chiri-chan
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Hiya all!!! it's your fave fic writer again!!! ok, it's taking me a while to write the next story, so it might be a few days, so hang on for a while!!! oh yeah, and these characters and such don't belong to me.... ______________________________________________________________
"I'm gonna kill Duo when this is over, even if it WASN'T his fault..." grumbled Quatre, as the ground was rapidly coming towards him. ::I wonder why it takes so long to reach the ground? all this waiting is making me hungry::
*PLOP*
Quatre was swirly-eyed as he propped himself out of the Quatre-shaped hole that was now fixed in the ground. "Damn it all..." swore Quatre, lil Trowas flying around his head doing the hula dance.
"I have no time for those, even if they are hentaishly amusing!" mused Quatre. He slowly got up, and brushed the dirt off of himself. Of course, being the rich person he is, he couldn't have his hands get dirty, so he used his frilly hankie with a cute lil pic of Sandrock on it to wipe away the dirt.
But, instead of pulling out the disgustingly cute hankie, he pulled out a hankie that was even more dirty than he was. "What the heck is going on????" shouted Quatre, wiping his hands on his brown........ummmm....smock??
Quatre looked down when he felt something else dirty in his hands, and was shocked to find himself in a........ well, dress. and not a pretty dress... a very DIRTY dress.
*Meanwhile, at the safehouse*
Trowa's just coming back from the kitchen with some popcorn, and a....porn magazine?? I don't wanna know... anyways, he sits down, and looks at Quatre plummeting into the ground, and the lil hula-dancing Trowas. "..........MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! I never knew Disney had such good humor!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!!!" Trowa continues to roll on the floor, and can't seem to be able to breathe after seeing Quatre in his cute lil dress.
*Now, back to the story*
Quatre would of heard some girls screaming if he hadn't been screaming off his own head at that time too. well, the girls that were screaming earlier seemed to have come over to Quatre, and were very roughly shaking him out of his broken-down state.
"Hey, girlie, snap out of your funk and get me my coffee and danish!!" shouted the tallest one, far outgrowing Trowa's height even. Quatre had to crane his neck back the whole way to get even a glimpse of her. But then again, Quatre isn't very tall either, so maybe I'm blowing this way outta proportion.
Quatre just turned to the girl with a look of utter horror. ::I, Quatre Raberba Winner, have to get some ugly prude her breakfast??? I DON'T THINK SO! :: Quatre marched up to the girl, or really just stayed five feet away, and looked her in the eye.
"My name is Quatre Raberba Winner, and I am no servant! You can go get your own Danish! and while you're at it, get me one too!" shouted Quatre in the girl's face. The girl looked so stunned, it looked like someone had used a cattle prod on her.
"Now," said Quatre, "I want a supply of firearms, and some gundamium, and I'll get to work on getting outta here! DO IT NOW!" (boy, pretty forceful Quatre... now we know why Trowa's so submissive ^-^) Both ugly girls just stood gaping at Quatre, not wanting to know what was going on. The short one just looked ready to break down in tears, and the tall one looked ready to snap at any moment.
Luckily, Quatre was saved from the wrath of those two from a middle-aged lady in black, that sorta looked like Dorothy if you squinted hard. "now, now, little one, why are you arguing so with your sisters? you know it's not kind, and it just might earn you more chores." said the woman when she got up to Quatre.
Quatre just stared at this bizarre woman. Who did she think he was??? Her little girl? "Excuse me lady, but I think you must have the wrong person....I'm a boy." said Quatre, ready for the woman's apology. Instead, the woman just laughed, and poked Quatre's chest. "If you're a boy, then what are THESE?? HMMM?!!?!?" inquired the woman.
"What are you talking about, miss?" asked Quatre, looking down. "What's on my .................AGHHHHH!!!!" This scream could be heard everywhere, except for poor Trowa, who was still choking on his popcorn, and rolling more vigorously on the floor. Poor Quatre had two HUGE lumps on his chest, and he was pretty sure they weren't balls of cotton........
"OH MY GOD!!!! WHAT'D YOU DO TO ME?!!?!?!?" screamed Quatre full on in the woman's face. The woman just huffed and slapped Quatre in the face (ouch!). "I have not done anything. If there's been anything I've ever done for you, it's raised you to be a proper lady, Cinderella! You need to know your place in life. Don't worry about your clothes like that."
Quatre just gaped at the woman. ::None of that made any sense at all....wait a minute, she said Cinderella! I must be in the movie! but wasn't the Lion King in the VCR? hmmm, well, I might as well play along.. but I'm not, repeat, NOT going to do menial labor...:: thought Quatre as he turned to his 'stepmother', and grinned his lil head off.
"Why, stepmother! How could I ever be unthankful for all you've done for me! You're one of the greatest people in the world! I was just having a bit of an identity crisis for a bit, that's all!" Quatre's statement just dripped with sarcasm, but the stepfamily didn't seem to notice. "Oh, Cinderella, you always were the sweet girl!" said the stepmother as she preened herself.
"God, what an arrogant bitch....." Quatre said as he mumbled to himself. "What did you say Cinderella?" said the stepmother. "Oh, ummm, I was just talking to myself about the ball the prince's giving tonight!" said Quatre quickly.
(AN: ok, sorry, but saying stepmother over and over is getting boring... I'm gonna name her Bob. YES, Bob. It's a short name, and I don't care if it's not a woman's name, she's going to be named Bob. as for the sisters, the tall one will be Edna, and the short one will be named Chubsy. End of story.)
Bob looked momentarily stunned for a sec. "Ball? There's been no talk of a ball tonight... are you sure you're feeling well Cinderella?" asked Bob, not really looking that concerned. "No, I'm fine!" chirped Quatre.
"oh, alright then, here, take these bags into the house, we have to go shopping for underwear and garters. You can help Chubsy put hers on." said Bob as she went into her carriage. Quatre shuddered for about two minutes straight, then turned up to the sky and could be heard yelling, "PLEASE! JUST FAST-FORWARD TO THE BALL!!!!!!!!"
*At the safehouse*
"..............ok, I'll be kind to my lil chipmunk." said Trowa as he pushed fast-foward to the part with Cinderella arriving at the ball. Then ,he had to stifle a giggle as he saw Quatre dressed up in the traditional blueish Cinderella poufy gown trying to go up the steps. "Oh, if only I could record this......" snickered Trowa.
*BACK to the story!*
"Ugh... I feel woozy from all that fast-forwarding....." Quatre shook his head to clear it, and then noticed what a nice package he got along with the dress' push-up bra. ::I'm gonna MURDER someone........:: Quatre trudged up the stairs, luckily not breaking anything, and when he got to the top, he tried to act as regal as he ever had, only more femininely.
Suddenly, the song Desert Rose by Sting started playing, and everyone looked towards the stairs, including the prince who *SHUDDER* looked like Quinze......only without so many wrinkles, and he lost the glasses and blue vest. Quatre REALLY didn't feel like charming a prince right now, but he had to do it for the sake of the movie.
Quatre glided down the stairs with flair in his glass slippers, and proceeded to go into a slow waltz with the prince. ::Maybe I should've thanked my sisters for always making me play 'dress-up' a lot:: thought Quatre as the prince literally dragged Quatre out into the garden maze, through which only he knew the way out of. (hint hint wink wink)
There, in the middle of the maze, he spoke of his undying love for Cinderella, and how much he wanted to marry 'her'. (I know, I'm changing the plot, but it suits my needs...) "Ummm, that's great and all, but..... ::Trowa...I'm sorry, it's for the sake of the movie:: oh what the hey! Let's get hitched!" said Quatre, and with that, the prince started tearing off Quatre's clothing!
"HEY, HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!!!!" shouted Quatre. "I'm just doing what the kingdom law says! Before you marry, you must have the great union, that way, neither of you can back out!" said Quinze-look-alike, tearing the front of Quatre's gown.
Quatre really didn't like this........ he was only supposed to love Trowa...... but, too late, Quinze already had his fun, and Quatre was being sent back to his lovely safehouse.
(AN: the reason why I'm not going into detail.... Quinze is icky, and I just can't write about something like that, no matter how much my friends demand I do... Quatre deserves better. Plus, I'm writing a nice limeish/lemon story in the future for all you hentais out there reading this.)
Quatre woke up to find himself in the safehouse living room, staring down at Trowa, who had seemingly passed out with a humongous nosebleed. ::I wonder what got him all riled up....:: thought Quatre as he helped Trowa into conciousness.
Trowa woke up to Find his lil angel of creamy puff delight staring at him in the face, and it was all Trowa could do not to laugh out loud. Could he tell Quatre what had happened? hmmmmmmmmm,...........SUUUUUURE! It'd be worth the laugh!
"Ne, Quatre?" asked Trowa in a cute puppy tone. "What is it, Trowa?" asked Quatre, all cute and happy looking, having changed into his pink green-polka dotted pjs. "Will you ever wear that blue sparkly dress for ME????" asked Trowa, growing huge SD eyes.
and with that statement, Trowa was pounded 8 feet well into the carpeted ground.
"Now, with that outta the way... onto the movies!!! hey, wait, Trowa!!" shouted Quatre at the hole in the ground. "MRFFWHH???" asked the black hole. "Did you put Beauty and the Beast in the VCR??
To Be Continued