Well, summer is finally here, so I actually have free time!! This means that I can actually write

more chapters for this story, yay. ^^ Sorry to keep anyone who liked the first chapter waiting,

and, to anyone who did not like the first chapter, I'm sorry for posting again, but why are you

reading this instead of something better? Humungo thanks to rainbowsukiyaki for reviewing.

Sorry, no Mr. ETOD in this chapter, but he will not escape this story unterrorized (insert evil

smilie here). Do you guys/girls like shorter chapters more often or longer ones with longer wait

times?

Attack of the Thespians

Several students were sitting in one of the many side halls when they were treated to a

rare break in routine. Unfortunately for them, they ran as quickly as possible away from the

bright light which filled the hallway before they could see the redheaded bishonen who stepped

out of nowhere into the now empty hall. Looking around him, all Kenshin could manage to say

was a soft "Oro?" After a few moments of just standing there swirly-eyed, he decided that it

would be a good idea to move around and figure out where he was; after all, this has happened so

many times that it had almost become routine.

While walking down a hall, the bishonen's blue eyes ran over the posters along the walls,

reading mottos like "Tolerance!" and "Kindness!" (A/N - Does anyone else have these stupid

things in their school?) All he could think of was I feel sorry for whoever has to put up with

having these kinds of things in their halls. However, a short girl with long, red hair grabbed his

arm and pulled him to a stop before he could finish that thought.

"Where do you think you are going? We are about to start practice!" Placing her free

hand on her hip, the girl started to lecture Kenshin about how being late sets the whole group

back and how he should have not signed up if he was not planning to show up. "Well, at least

you're in costume." With that, she dragged him down a side hall towards an open door, where

two men stood, looking nervous.

As the two saw the girl near with Kenshin in tow, bright smiles covered their faces. The

taller one called out "You finally found him, Ana?" To that, she replied "Ya, he was standing in

the math hall looking lost." The thoroughly confused bishie just shrugged and decided that the

people around him were not dangerous, so he let them drag him inside and slam the doors shut.

The redheaded girl dropped Kenshin as soon as she entered the room, and he was left to

wonder about and talk to the people in the room. Slowly approaching the boy who was testing

lights, Kenshin tentatively asked, "Anoo, excuse me, but what is going on here." The boy shot

him a quizzical look before bending back over his lights and answering "The main characters

should know. Probably bad communication up top. I'll have to talk to Raz." After mumbling

like this for several minutes, he finally looked back up and said "We're getting ready to do the

Japanese Twelfth Night (A/N - Don't ask ^^;). You should go find Ann and ask for a script."

The now even more confused bishie just turned and walked straight towards the door he

came in through. I have to find the author. Maybe then, I will be able to get home. With this

thought, He closed the doors on the chaos behind him and walked towards the first class in the

hall. People are writing in here, so one of them might be the cause of me being in this story.

Not being the brightest of bishonen, Kenshin decided to just walk into the class and ask.

All of the eyes in the room turned toward him as his feet shuffled through the door. "Excuse me,

but are any of you writing about me?" Everyone just looked at him blankly except for some who

were giggling in the back. After a few awkward moments, the bishie apologized for the

interruption and slid back outside. Where could the author be in this huge building?