G.O.T.H.S.

Where chaos is a fancy.

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ErieshaForFiera

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Practice

I swear the heavens are ganging up against me.

First, I found out I will be forever trapped in this school, and then… the Secret Service accused me of hacking into the White House security system (which I obviously had no clue of doing) and then I get paired up with the devil?

I HATE HIM! I hate him so bad I want to rip him into pieces! No… wait… I'll give him to Croaker and Croaker-Lover so that they'll make him watch a documentary about frogs for 10 whole hours! –Insert Evil Laugh Here- He'll die of boredom! But I don't want him to die without causing physical pain and humiliation… I'll make him watch the documentary, give him to his bimbo fan girls and then rip him into pieces before incinerating him. After that I'll… —Oh. –Ehem-

Anyway,…

Kami-sama… please shoot me now… burn me, incinerate me…. Commit arson and turn the school to ashes…

…Because I can't stand these boring rehearsals.

Scene number something, take 6 million:

"…so, do you, Natsume- I mean Demitri, take this awesome dudette and bare with her through red and pink (shudder), through Linkin Park and Pussycat Dolls (shudder), through X-Box 360 and 2 - sucking- D, in 3rd party do you part?"

Mr. Narumi rolled his eyes.

The cast for the play were currently rehearsing… if you call goofing off the latter. Tsubasa Anduo was an extra, a priest if you may, and he was 'tying the knot' between Czemstrelle and Demitri.

"CCCCCCCCUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTT! Tsubasa… for the 6th time, it's LADY! Not DUDETTE! Plus, you are saying it wrong!"

Narumi went up the stage and stood before a bored Mikan and a pissed Natsume. Clearing his voice, he read the script…

"Do you, Demitri Dohemian, take this lovely lady to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness or in health, in rich---"

Tsubasa huffed before saying that he was ready to do it again. Narumi glared at him, a silent way of telling him to 'screw it, you die'. Tsubasa ignored his death threat and continued,

"Are you, Natsume Hyuuga, really pissed with the sadistic gay bastard standing beside me, and will therefore aid me in making his life a living nightmare, through .45 calibers and grenades, through pranks and seriousness, in failing the English Subject do we part?"

Natsume smirked, "I do."

Trust him to start World War III.

"Aaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh! Rehearsal is over!"

Narumi stormed out, leaving the cast laughing their pants off.

"Oh, and you two," he pointed his index fingers at Mikan and Natsume, "memorize your scripts… TOGETHER! And I expect the school to be still standing when you're

done."

This'll be interesting.

Argh. Damn you, Fate.

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A summary of the whole script:

Czemstrelle Tsatina, the leading female role in 'Vermilion Butterfly' was a beautiful girl. She was talented and everything a guy could ever want. There was only one problem about her, she was cursed. She was the princess of Earengia, a Vermilion Butterfly indeed. When she was born, the doctor her parents hired was murdered, because he threatened to kidnap her. He let out a curse, saying that whoever Czemstrelle loves, will die.

When Czemstrelle turned 3, her parents mysteriously died. All the maids who were close to her soon followed in hell with her parents. The princess grew up unloved and unloving. She was feared because of her curse.

Princes came from far away kingdoms to propose to her, but they were all rejected. The princess did not want to hurt anyone. But one day, Demitri Dohemian, a mere peasant boy, saw the princess' beauty and instantly fell in love. They grew close and Demitri vowed to free her of her curse.

During a masquerade ball, Demitri dressed up and danced with the princess. They went to a secluded spot so that Demitri could confess to her. The officials of the palace became aware that he was courting her, so they decided to take action. That night, when Demitri was confessing, they shot an arrow through his chest… and his last words were "I love you, my vermilion Butterfly…"

I simply hate mush.

"Oi, idiot, stop being tanga (dead brained) and practice."

Okay, I know what idiot means… but what's tanga?

Mikan stopped reading the script and faced to look at the offender.

Hmmm… what did Ruka say about him again?

"The leader of their group is Hyuuga, Natsume. He's a half-Filipino and half Japanese. A hacker, a genius and the coldest guy I have ever met. I don't really know much about him, considering that he's really unsocial…"

Half-Filipino… okay, cool.

"Tanga."

Mikan gave Natsume a glare, if looks could kill, he would have been buried yesterday.

"Let's just practice for this stupid thing already." Mikan didn't stop glaring at the poor guy…

She gets so mad easily.

"My, my, your temper isn't that durable, is it?" Natsume smirked at her while chiding Mikan playfully, his index finger waved in a teasing manner.

Mikan stood up from her sitting position… God… no insult is enough for this bastard. She was enraged… uh-huh, understatement much?

She read the first line through gritted teeth, naturally, the sadistic Natsume would only be smirking at her actions… hmmmmm… let me see… yup!

"I… I can't live without my parents I…"

She read the first line half-heartedly; well, with hatred pulsing through your veins, who wouldn't?

"Hn."

That was all it took before the Mikan Volcano exploded. Casualties are, fortunately, miles away. Only the target seemed to be unaffected by her wrath. This special bulletin is brought to you by Hyuuga-Egos. Tune in next time for another news update.

"I hate you! Go to hell Hyuuga!"

Mikan stormed off, steam rising from her head. And from the distance, Natsume yelled,

"I love you to, sweetheart!"

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"They definitely do not get along." Hotaru stared emotionlessly at the Volcanic Mikan.

"You heard the ' go to hell' scream to?"

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It was lunch time already; the GOTHS were sitting at their usual table. No one was eating except Gutnie and Natsume. Because everyone else was staring, openly and shamelessly might I add, at their leader?

Yuu and Otanashi exchanged glances "Play it cool," Otanashi whispered in Yuu's ear.

"So… Natsume, how's the play going…? I would like to let you know that this question is completely honest. It has absolutely nothing to do with Mikan Sakura, despite the fact that the both of you will be staring in a romantic play. Not that I was asking about her, it's just that during your rehearsal together you acted really weird. Not that we were spying or anything, we were just purposefully eavesdropping. Did I mention this is just a Mikan-Sakura-free sentence?"

Otanashi bonked herself in the head. I guess smooth wasn't in Yuu's dictionary.

"Uhm… Er… So… how's your play? Of course, I wasn't asking about Mikan Saku -- mph!"

Otanashi covered his mouth. Natsume wasn't really paying attention to any of them; he ignored his friends, and stood up.

"Rehearsal… see you this afternoon."

He walked towards the door and pushed it open, the whole school trailing their eyes on him.

"I guess he was just joking around with her…"

Otanashi agreed with Yuu's statement. Upon hearing her stomach grumble, Otanashi bowed her head to actually start eating, too bad there wasn't food left on her tray. The same goes for Yuu and Hotaru.

The three of them turned their heads towards Gutnie who was finishing off Hotaru's crab.

"Gutnie!"

Otanashi stood up, emphasizing just how angry she was.

"You ate your food, you ate Hotaru's food, you ate Yu's food and you ate MY food! What do have to say for yourself?!"

Gutnie gave a resounding burp before saying rather sheepishly,

"What's for desert, desert, desert and desert?"

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"Tsubasa, do this right or bloody hell will run after you."

The priest-for-the-play cowered at Jinno. Speak now or forever hold your peace. Who ever thought Tsubasa had frog-phobia…?

….Because right now, he was not cowering at the teacher, but at the amphibian which was perched innocently at his shoulder.

"DON'T TOUCH ME YOU AMPHIBIAN FREAK!"

Guess he couldn't take the pressure.

Tsubasa ran out of the auditorium, practically histerical. His fear of frogs is a very, very, long story.

Narumi gave Jinno a glare. Unknown to Mikan,who was knew, these two teachers always had this unspoken law.

Although, you can never deny the fact that both of them are gay.

"Mr. Jinno, it was unnecessary of you to curse at him, you know how I hate profine language," Narumi was twitching.

"Oh, whatever… Sakura! Come down here for a moment!"

Mikan turned her head from the script she was so intent on reading, and knitted her eyebrows in frustration. What now Frog-Lover? Despite her grudge, she walked towards the teacher who was with Narumi. Upon reaching them, both of them immediately entered in a conversation.

"Narumi, she looks best in orange doesn't she? Oh, I could see it know…" Jinno's eyes sparkled and Mikan gave an involuntary shudder. Ew. What is up with weird teachers here in the Academy, anyway?

"No, she'll look dazzling in pink. I can tell…" He eyed Mikan and nodded his head, as if agreeing to his own opinion.

Jinno turned his head slowly at Narumi and glared slightly.

"Orange suits her."

"Pink."

"Orange!"

"PINK!"

"ORANGE!"

"You know, you could always paint it pinkish orange or orangeous pink… or porange… or orink…"

"PINK!"

"Argh! This is getting us nowhere! Try the pink gown first, Sakura."

"Yes, do that Sakura, hurry now, hurry!"

Mikan rolled her eyes before dashing off towards the changing rooms. She saw the pink gown hanging on one of the racks; she took it, eyed it tentatively, before hurriedly changing. Who knows how much ear damage those two have caused by now?

"PINK! SHE DEFINITE –oh, there you are, Mikan… See! Pink definitely is the right color for her."

After changing, Mikan returned seeing the two of them in a vocal match.

Jinno shook his head.

"Stop denying it, Narumi. You have no sense of style."

Really, is this a rehearsal or a screaming fest?

"ORANGE! ORANGE SUITS HER BEST YOU FUCKING RETARD!"

"DO NOT SWERA!"

Jinno smirked at Narumi as if challenging him, he drawled his voice, and lengthened a cuss word.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttttttttt---"

"LET'S JUST GET THIS OVER WITH!"

Narumi stomped his foot on the wooded floor… maybe I forgot to mention that the auditorium was really, really, really old…

Snap…. Snap….

I was frozen into place. I couldn't help but look up and saw, to my horror, one of the cables for the spotlight snapping and falling…

…Right towards me.

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The smell of disinfectant greeted Mikan's nostrils. She bolted in the hospital bed… Where am I?

As if on queue, a nurse, plaid in all white, entered the room… she smiled warmly at Mikan who was sporting a totally confused look.

"I suppose you don't know what happened."

Mikan nodded dumbly.

"Well, upon seeing the cable snapping, you went in a state of shock and fainted. It was a good thing that Hyuuga boy ran to you and saved you before it hit the ground…. It fell right on the spot where you were standing… You only got a sprain. Nothing serious."

The nurse smiled at her once more.

"You'll be free to go tonight."

What? The devil saved me?

So much for Practice…

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"YOU FAILED!"

The man who was being addressed to cowered at the booming voice. It held authority, power and most of all, fear.

It is no question why this man is the leader of their group.

"You should have killed her while you had the chance before they get their hands on her. DISMISSED!"

The man gladly agreed, and ran out of the tent.

If they get a hold of the GOTHS, there is no telling what they could do.

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Thank you for reminding me…

Alice Academy does not belong to me… Neither does Windmills of the Gods.

I'm sorry for the lack of creativity, but that chapter was just especially difficult for me to right. I'll try my best next time! Promise!

Whoa… WHOA! I thought we already agreed with each other that there should be NO tomato (or carrot) throwing here? Sheesh.

ErieshaForFiera

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