CINDERELLA: A Fushigi Yugi Parody
The rambunctious cast of Fushigi Yugi decides to perform the most beloved of Rodger and Hammerstein's plays. However, much to the chagrin of the director, not everything goes according to the script.
Written by Nashie
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CHAPTER 3:C – BE VEWWY, VEWWY QUIET
In the first row of the audience, Nashie's invites are currently stretching their blood-starved limbs after sitting in their seats for over an hour straight. Dreamlessdays immediately opens his backpack, removing a honey bun and unwrapping it, ignoring the odd looks he received from the females in the group.
"It's been an hour," DJFiregirl begins to mutter, "and I still haven't been able to get a good shot of my bishonen." She fingers the camera restlessly. "I'm gonna kill Nashie if she doesn't let me near one of 'em."
"Well, she can't do it now," Silverscape reminds her. "We're in the middle of a play."
"I didn't know there were so many cute guys in this musical..." Ashley murmurs to herself. "I want one too!"
"I wonder where Nashie found that dress at..." MidnightSun278 says quietly, a thoughtful look on her face. DJFiregirl pops up from her seat and begins to edge her way towards the aisle, ignoring the protests of her friends. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to find a bishonen. I'll be back before the next act starts." She disappears in the crowd. The remaining group of four share wary looks. When DJFiregirl wants something, DJFiregirl will get something.
Beware, all bishonen.
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Back behind the closed curtains, stage crew steps back to admire the complete ballroom scene, which looks almost exactly as it had during the confrontation scene except a glass chandelier hangs from the rigging above and all the flowers are in place. Two thrones for the King and Queen are pushed against the stage right flat, currently occupied by Nashie and Sake as they play paper-rock-scissors.
"Paper, rock, scissors, shoot!" She creates rock while Sake creates paper. "Damn!"
"Fifteen to three! Paper, rock, scissors, shoot!" She creates scissors while Nashie creates paper. Sixteen to three!" Nashie scowls bitterly. Teki walks up to them with MoonshadowJedi, trailing behind.
"This play is going really well, you two. Everyone in the audience likes it."
"Thank Suzaku!" Nashie mutters. "I don't know what I would have done if they didn't like it. Paper, rock, scissors, shoot! Damn!"
"Seventeen to three," Sake exclaims with a smile. "So what are we going to do next time, Supreme Director? Paper, rock, scissors, shoot!"
"A-ha! I got one! Um...I don't know. I really want to do Moulin Rouge, now. But then, I realized that we don't have to stick to musicals. Maybe Pirates of the Caribbean. I always wanted to see my babies in pirate outfits. Paper, rock, scissors, shoot! Damn!"
"Are you trying to lose, Nashie?" MoonshadowJedi asks.
"Pirates of the Caribbean? Let me guess. Tamahome will play Will Turner, Miaka will be Elizabetth Swann, Hotohori will be Jack Sparrow, and Tasuki will be Barbossa. Paper, rock, scissors, shoot. Eighteen to four. Right?"
"You know me too well. But I loved that movie. Paper, rock, scissors, shoot! Gods, Sake-chan. You suck! It's like you're psychic or something."
"I'm surprised you didn't do Titanic, like Tasuki suggested," Teki jokes. MoonshadowJedi nods, also knowing about Nashie's obsession with the ill-fated passenger ship.
"The whole sinking ship thing wouldn't have gone over real well on stage," Nashie reminds them.
"We could do Ocean's Eleven. I mean, it's fun and the guys get to dress up in suits. It shouldn't be a stretch for most of the actors." Nashie's eyes light up.
"I loved that movie. That would be cool. We should do that. Of course, that's a hell of a lot of scene changes."
"Paper, rock, scissors, shoot! Twenty to four. We could pull it off if we could move to a bigger theatre."
"Do you guys want to do that?" Nashie asks thoughtfully.
Teki nods. "Sure. We'll have to get some funds for it. I suggest we go down to Chicago to perform our next musical or play or whatever. We could get a bigger audience, and more people equals more money. We'd be able to pay for the expenses, no problem." Sake and MoonshadowJedi nod in agreement.
Nashie smiles a bit. "But what are we going to do next?"
Suddenly, her headset crackles to life.
"Nashie? We seem to have a disturbance in the lobby."
"What kind of disturbance, Mits?"
"A Chichiri-induced disturbance."
"Oh, great. Let me guess – fangirls are swarming my poor baby?"
"Right on the dot."
"Great. Just great." She sighs and hops up from the throne. "Okay, you guys. Our intermission is over. Back to work unfortunately. MoonshadowJedi, the only prop that's going to be of major importance for this act is the glass slipper. Make sure you get it from Tamahome as soon as this act is over. Teki, only two lighting changes for this act, remember. The ballroom, and then the palace gardens. This biggest lights we have going on here are the spotlights. And Sake..."
"Mikes. Keep 'em working."
"Good girl. Alright, people. I'm outta here to go rescue Chiri-baby. I'll be back in around five to ten minutes."
She waves and departs from the stage. The three remaining stage crewmembers give each other knowing looks before returning to their designated spots in the wings.
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Out in the lobby, a huge swarm of fangirls have converged into a tightly-packed circle near the entrance to one of the hallways. Some security guards share wary looks at the idea of having to separate the squealing group of girls, while the ticket boy and the coatcheck woman try to ignore the starstruck females.
Nashie enters into the lobby from the opposite hallway, and winces at seeing the large group of cheerful girls. It was never this bad with Kenshin (which she guessed was only because most of the audience hadn't arrived yet or were already situated in their seats). Either way, she knew that whatever she was about to get herself into, she was probably going to regret it in the morning.
Taking a deep breath, she squeezes into their midst.
"Sorry! Coming through! Pardon me! Excuse moi! I just need to get to...a-ha!" Despite her efforts, she is still managing to get squished and prodded at. "Ouch! Geez...owie!" What was I thinking, letting Chichiri leave the backstage area? She suddenly catches sight of a familiar face. "Neko-ane! Neko-ane!"
Neko-ane winces. "Hey...Director...um...this was completely not our fault..."
"I kinda of figured...ow..." She is still getting pushed and shoved by various fangirls. "Lost sight...of...Chiri-baby?" Neko-ane gives her a frustrated look.
"Almost immediately after we got swarmed." Nashie sighs, quickly doing some calculations in her head.
"Alright then. We're going to go Chichiri-diving. I want you to take a deep breath until we resurface. Kind of like swimming." Neko-ane seems a bit hesitant of "swimming" in a sea of obsessed fangirls, but nods anyway. "If you find him in this crowd first, grab him and make a break for the backstage area. I'll find those two culprits myself, okay?"
"Gotcha."
"Okay, then. Here we go." She takes a deep breath, pinches her noses, and dives into the crowd of fangirls, following by Neko-ane. Immediately, they're surrounded by various limbs clad in jeans, skirts, or slacks. Stamping feet seem to always crunch down on various portions of Nashie's anatomy, making her curse mentally as she searches for some sign of her monk. This is ridiculous. Woo...I'm getting kinda of light-headed...it's kind of like swimming...Chichiri, where are you?
Unfortunately for her, she catches no sign of the monk, and realizes that she is going to have to resurface soon or else she's going to die of lack of oxygen. She searches vainly through the copse of legs, angered over her own stupidity to send Chichiri of all seishi to go looking for the two people ready to cause chaos...
Suddenly, Nashie feels a hand latch onto her ankle, and before she knows it, is getting dragged from the sea of people faster than she can blink. She watches in stunned shock as people go whizzing past her at astonishing speed, replaced by the cool red and gold of the lobby, which is then replaced by the wide and spacious area of the hallway. A few seconds later, Nashie finds herself sitting on the crimson carpet of the second-floor area right next to the stairway located near the stage-right entrance. She gasps for air, trying to refill her longs with precious oxygen. A slightly dazed Neko-ane does the same thing next to her while a hassled Chichiri smoothes out his ruffled clothing.
"Who...?" Nashie sputters out, before catching a cheerful redhead doing a dance of victory.
"No need to fear! The Great and Powerful Redhead is here!"
"DJFiregirl!" Nashie latches onto her with a ferocious glomp. "You came!"
"Of course I came. With the promise of bishonen, I'll come anywhere! It seems to me as if you needed some help though." She gestures towards Chichiri.
"You could say that...it was my own fault anyway."
"Don't blame yourself, no da. It couldn't have been helped, na no da!" DJFiregirl squeals and tackles Chichiri, causing the poor monk to go flailing back. Neko-ane frowns slightly at the violent hug.
"Chichiri is mine." Nashie, seeing the sparks already beginning to heat up beneath Neko-ane, laughs nervously and pulls everyone up to their feet. Neko-ane shoots DJFiregirl a long-suffering look as the other redhead grins broadly at the unfortunate seishi.
"Okay, listen. DJFiregirl, we have a bit of a crisis we need to attend to. Do you think you can help us out by getting rid of all the fangirls in the lobby? I don't to have anybody try to tackle Chichiri again." She sighs. "I swear, hormones on females always go into overdrive when cute guys appear on the scene."
Chichiri raises an eyebrow at Nashie. "And you're exempt from this, no da?"
Nashie chucks him in the back of the head. "You know what I mean. Anyway, Neko-ane, Chichiri, and I will look for these two Text-seekers. I can use by Big Stuffed Fish to ward away any desperate fangirls and if all else fells, Chichiri can teleport us out of there."
Chichiri opens his mouth to tell Nashie that he can't teleport anybody without his hat, but is already too late. DJFiregirl waves to them as she bounces down the stairs and heads towards the lobby. Neko-ane and Nashie immediately take defensive stances around Chichiri as they head towards the side entrance to the theatre.
"Let's try this one more time."
She swings open the door to the auditorium, as squints as her eyes adjust to the relative dimness of the theatre compared to the bright florescent lights of the hallway. A few fangirls squeal at seeing Chichiri, but none actually make a move to tackle him to his doom. Neko-ane looks around the theatre, searching for her seat, hoping that the couple hadn't decided to use the intermission to their advantage. Her big blue eyes fall on the seats in her area, and she grins as she notices that the two young people are still sitting there. "There they are! Over there!"
Nashie looks around the theatre. "Where? I don't...oh. You mean the Matrix couple. Why are they wearing sunglasses in a theatre?" She looks to wear they sit – right in the middle of the auditorium, which is only easily accessible by one of the two aisles that leads from the lobby. From where they stand, they must cross over the seats of those who were already sitting down to get there without being noticed. Nashie grimaces – it was one of the few reasons why she hated going to theatre or anywhere else where she had to have such physical contact with strangers. Plus, she hated to disrupt anyone already comfortably seated.
Unfortunately, they had no choice, and the trio find themselves scooting across the laps of theatre-goers (though some fangirls were nearly in heaven at the thought of being in such close proximity to one of the Suzaku seishi). Nashie manages not to fall over anyone or trip over any purses, and she finally makes it to wear the Matrix couple is sitting. Chichiri and Neko-ane aren't too far behind her.
"Um, hello, guys. I heard that you wanted to tell me something. Ask me about something called the text?"
The guy frowns at her. "Yes. We did."
"We've managed to track the source of them to someone Silverscape and MidnightSun278 know," the girl adds on. The minute the two girls' names are mentioned, a worried look appears on Nashie's face.
"Oh...really? What are these texts?" The young man pulls out a folded letter from his pocket and hands it to her.
"This is the text. Do you know of its origin?" Nashie opens up the slip of paper and reads it, a surprised and suddenly fearful look coming onto her face. She quickly changes her expression back to neutral as she hands the letter back. "Well?"
"I'm sorry," Nashie responds quietly. I have no idea who this belongs to, or even how to decipher it. I'm sorry that I wasn't of any help to you." The girl gives Nashie a long, thoughtful look and then frowns.
"Well, then. We're sorry too."
Nashie backs up to make her retreat, noticing the weapons the two hold. She gulps back in fear, grabs Neko-ane and Chichiri's hands, and makes a bolt to the lobby, the quickest way to exit the auditorium. She doesn't notice that she's being watched by amused eyes. The mysterious figure smiles coyly, rolling a mage globe in her hand.
"It seems as if they disrupted my magic. Oh, well. I guess it's time to try something even harder."
The globe in her hand splits into multiple fragmented pieces, each no bigger than the eraser of a pencil. Each of the globes differ in color and chime a different note on completely different octaves. A smile slips onto her face as the tiny globes fly up into the air and then separate, the majority flying towards the stage while two fly towards the retreating director and one of the Suzaku seishi.
"Try to break this."
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Backstage, Tasuki and Miaka are currently engaged in a game of thumb-wrestling, Miaka giggling quietly at the fact that she can't seem to win, due to Tasuki's advanced seishi speed. They are both sitting the dark recesses of stage left, both completely invisibly to any of the cast and crew walking by. She punches him playfully on the shoulder as she loses yet again, a grin appearing on her cherub-like features.
"You're cheating." Tasuki rolls his eyes.
"Don't blame me because you can't win. Try again."
They engage once more, not noticing the two mage globes hovering over them. Miaka is once again quickly defeated, and she falls back on her heels. The two orbs overhead twirl gently, before descending and landing on each head, dissolving before either realizes something is wrong.
"There. I'm not cheatin'. You're just a lousy player..."
"I am not! Let's play again! I'll show you I'm good!"
Miaka reaches her hand towards his, but then stops as she does so. She frowns, and blinks her eyes, trying to clear her suddenly blurred vision. She notices Tasuki has the same look of consternation on his face, and opens her mouth to ask him what's wrong. But her voice fails her as piercing note erupts in her skull, sending flashing lights bouncing around in her head. She lets out a small gasp of pain before slumping over in the dark, falling against Tasuki's chest just as the same mysterious headache overwhelms him...
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On the other side of the stage, MoonshadowJedi watches as Bob tinkers with a few switches on her camera when the blinding lights of pain overwhelm their senses...
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In the light command center, Teki draws in a sharp intake of breath as a migraine makes her eyes squeeze shut in pain so that she doesn't notice the same reaction from Miku...
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In the make-up room, dozens of little Nyan-Nyans run around in consternation as Yui and Subaru check their friends for vital signs. One moment they were having a cheerful conversation, and the next, Tamahome, Hotohori, and Nuriko were groaning in pain as ferocious headaches erupted in their skulls...
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Mitsukake grasps his head in shock as his vision blurs and a wave of dizziness overtakes him. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Chiriko kneeling on the ground, his hands clapped over his ears...
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An empty can of soda drops to the ground as the same spell entangles itself onto Sake and C-Guy...
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In the lobby, Nashie breaks through one of the doors leading to one of the side hallways, grateful that DJFiregirl had already done her duty and dispersed the copse of fangirls. Chichiri and Neko-ane give her odd looks as she hurries towards the stage entrance door.
"You recognized it, didn't you, no da?" Nashie gulps, and then nods reluctantly.
"Yes. I did."
"Well...what is it...?" Neko-ane asks, altogether curious over what the infamous text really is. Nashie flushes in embarrassment.
"It's a long story. But at least I know who those two people are now. But if they figured this much out so far..." She shakes her head. "I might be in trouble."
Chichiri gives her a sympathetic look. "Don't worry, no da. It can't be that serious."
Nashie is about to give her a sarcastic reply when she stops dead in tracks, a pounding headache suddenly springing up at her temples. She rubs the bridge of her nose slightly, a frown appearing on her face, especially when she sees the same surprised look of pain appear on Chichiri's face.
"What the?"
And then the world went white.
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Back in the recesses of stage left, Miaka stirs slightly against Tasuki's chest, just as the red-haired bandit does the same. She blinks wide green eyes in confusion, looking around the stage as if it were made of jelly.
"How in the world did I get over here...?" she asks. Tasuki looks down at the auburn head leaning against his chest, and suddenly frowns.
"Miaka? What are you doing, no da?" Miaka frowns and looks up, peering at the celestial warrior in confusion.
"Tasuki?" Tasuki frowns at his name, and haphazardly glances down at what he's wearing and suddenly turns an unhealthy shade of white. He rushes to his feet, causing Miaka to sit up from her resting position and give the redhead a slow, surprised glare. Only then does she notice the white gossamer material she has on.
"Is this somebody's idea of a joke?" she exclaims, showing an uncharacteristic display of anger.
Tasuki suddenly shakes his head, reaching up to touch his face with a shaky hand. "You're not Miaka, are you?" Miaka scowls.
"Listen, Fang-Boy...I'm not in mood right now...did you put this dress on me...?" She suddenly clears her throat. "What the...?" She frowns. "Why do I sound like Miaka...?" Tasuki gestures slightly and a small mirror appears in his hand.
"Take a look." Miaka frowns at the show of magic from a magically-inept seishi, but still takes hold of the mirror. One second passes...then two...
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAA-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Tasuki winces at the scream.
"I was expecting that, no da." He shakes his head and places a hand on Miaka's shoulder. "Calm down, no da. We'll figure this out...Tamahome."
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Author's Note: (12-21-04) Hi, everyone. (avoids getting hammered by angered fans) I know. It's been over four months since I've updated anything, and I'm truly sorry about that. School started, and I really had no extra time to do anything. My story pretty much sat on my computer and collected dust. But I'm finally getting my rear in gear, and updating as quickly as I can before work starts for my school's spring musical, Guys and Dolls.
So, let's see. I have one more chapter to revise, and then…I have to find my notes for the final chapters of Cinderella. And my final draft for the rest of the four stories in the Theatre Seires is up under my fanfiction profile. Check it out.
Once again, thanks for your patience.
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(4-07-04) Um…yeah. This is revised too. Oh, by the way, I still am planning on doing three more productions after this one. For sure I'm doing Pirates of the Caribbean and Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers: The Movie (insert evil laughter here). I can't wait to see how the latter turns out. Bishonen in spandex. Heck yeah! But for my second musical, there's a three-way tie between Beauty and the Beast, The Pajama Game, and Moulin Rouge. Before I said Mulan, but I have no idea how to perform the Huns coming down the hill thing on stage. So I need you guys to vote, vote, vote. Who knows? I may end up doing all three!
Ne, thanks Roku-san for the Chichiri dancing thing. ; (I'm getting better, see?)
(2-23-04) Hee-hee. I'm evil. And I know it. Isn't that a good way to leave off a chapter? Ah, I love messing with my seishi. It's such a fun thing to do. (evil laughter)
Anyway, I'd like to apologize for the somewhat lateness of this chapter. I wasn't able to work on it at all last week, and spent the majority of today finishing up the latter half of it. And it certainly was a struggle – I didn't really have any inspiration for the last part of this chapter. So, I resolved to go and watch some more Fushigi Yugi and Cinderella. (I still haven't been able to hear "Boys and Girls Like You and Me". Right now, all I can remember is whatever scraped from my memories of that musical from freshman year). Right now, I can't really say when chapter four will be out. I'm going to try to have it finished within two weeks, if real life doesn't get a hold of me first.
The confrontation between the Matrix couple and Nashie may have been anti-climatic, but don't worry all you adventure seekers. This was just the tip of the iceberg. We still have two more acts to go (all of which will range from somewhat insane to completely and totally insane). Of course, Nashie will need to be on a super sugar high to complete those chapters.
The conversation between me, Sake, and Teki wasn't exactly real, but it probably would have been, as we're always trying to find ideas for our stories (such as the Tomb...ahem...). But I do plan on doing another musical after this one, and it will probably either be Flower Drum Song or Mulan, both of which have Sino-centric characters. (And yes, I really want to do Pirates of the Caribbean...I can just see Hotohori playing Johnny Depp's part...heeheehee)
So, what's in store for the next chapter? Who got switched with who? Why is the intermission lasting so long? What happens when you put some seishi in other people's bodies? And who the heck is that freakin' mysterious figure?
That's all on my part. I'm goin' to get something to eat. See y'all in the next chapter.
Until then, hasta luego.