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Three days had passed since Milo and Kuzco had arrived at Dream High. Three days since Milo had had that encounter with the cupboard. And in those three days three people had gone missing.
On the first day, Snow White had been found by Aurora crying in the girl's lavatory, claiming she couldn't find her Prince Charming. Some of the teachers; Yzma and Frollo, had been sent to look around the school, but they had come up short. There had been no sign of him, except when Hercules found what seemed to be a cloak under Milo's bed, though, the red fabric had been ripped and torn. The lower years of the school hadn't been told, but the higher year had been sent into an uproar of panic and confusion. By the end of the day people had started to settle down a little, as the rumour had been sent around that his father had pulled him out of school for a ridiculous reason. Like, certain people (not naming any names but, Aurora) distracting him from work and princely duties.
On the second day, the school had been turned upside down in search for Alana, Ariel's sister. Classrooms and dormitories had been almost torn apart; tables and beds had been overturned, rooms had been emptied, and every nook and cranny had been searched, but still there had been no sign of the mermaid. This time the students hadn't calmed down. It had been the second day that someone had gone missing and the rumours just weren't settling. Alana's sisters, Aquata, Andrina, Arista, Attina, Adella, and Ariel were all distraught, and, despite Clopin's attempts to comfort all six of the seashell-wearing girls, they decided to return to Atlantica to be with their father.
On the third day, the third victim had been taken. This time it had been the Indian Princess, Tiger Lily. By now, the head teacher, Professor Merlin, had decided to keep all of the students in their dormitories. Not only would this (hopefully) stop any more people being taken, but it would give the teachers more room to search the school more thoroughly. Of course, most of the students hadn't stayed in their own dormitories; Meg, Jasmine, Esmeralda, Belle and Pocahontas had gone into the boy's room. Unfortunately, as all of the other bedrooms had been full, Kuzco had been put in theirs too (Much to his majesty's annoyance).
"Well, what a wonderful time for you to to start," Belle stated, talking about Milo and Kuzco, with sarcasm dripping from her words. "I don't understand how this is happening; nothing adds up! Charming, Alana and Tiger Lily have nothing in common-"
"Well, they're all royalty," Aladdin pointed out, then glanced worriedly at Jasmine.
"I wonder who'll be next to go," Quasimodo said, then gazed hopefully at Kuzco.
"Oh, don't talk like that, Quasi!" Pocahontas exclaimed, crossing her legs and glancing around nervously. If whoever the kidnapper was was searching specifically for royalty, she could be next on the agenda.
"I wonder if I count as royalty," Clopin murmured passively.
"Doubt it." Kuzco sneered. Clopin glared at him. It was a 'if we were back in Paris, you'd be hanging from a noose right now' type of glare. He then shook his head, and started trying to catch Aladdin's eye. He at up straight and cleared his throat. Then coughed loudly. Then picked up a cushion and threw it, to hit Aladdin on the head.
"Ow." Aladdin said, frowning at the gypsy.
"Took you long enough." Clopin rolled his eyebrows, then mouthed 'Done it yet?'.
Aladdin shook his head. Clopin raised his eyebrow and sighed, leaning back and folding his arms. He need to hurry up. Now was the perfect opportunity, and he was letting it slip right through his fingers. Aladdin watched his friend, then swallowed and turned to look at Jasmine. Allah, she was gorgeous! Everything about her was breath-taking; her toffee-coloured skin, her chocolate brown eyes, her long, raven black hair. He sighed and smiled, looking completely smitten. Hercules looked at him and bit back a laugh, then nudged Aladdin in the ribs. Apparently, it was a bit hard that Hercules had meant, as Aladdin exclaimed and fell off the bed.
"Whoops," Hercules winced, and shrugged innocently.
Aladdin frowned at the demi-god. "What was that for, Herc?"
Hercules smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Aladdin. You know sometimes I forget my own strength."
Aladdin stood up and rubbed the small of his back that he had landed on. "Well, you need to started remembering, big guy!"
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"Students, make your way to the cafeteria; lunch is served." A voice echoed through the halls, magically enhanced.
The whole school was crammed into the café. No-one noticed the weird maths teacher, Jafar, sulking around, watching the students. He had already got a list of about twenty vict- Students to bring onto their side.
Meg looked at Hercules, ready to put her plan into action. She had talked to the girls and they had said that she should give Hercules a taste of his own medicine. They'd planned it all out. She was going to flirt her head off with (the only person they could find who would be able to take the wrath) Clopin. Originally, they were going to use Kuzco, but they realised a) there was a possibility he wouldn't flirt back; he liked Esmeralda, and b) the person needed to be in on the plan to make it work. So Meg got to work, playing with his fingers and hair, and Clopin did his part; holding her hand and wrapping his arm around her waist. It had taken a while, but Hercules had noticed and had started to frown.
"Clopin," Hercules hissed through gritted teeth. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Clopin looked up and smiled at his friend. "Of course," He unhooked himself from Meg's grip, swung his legs over the bench and followed Hercules over to the corner of the cafeteria.
"What do you think you are doing?" Hercules turned on the gypsy.
"Doing?" Clopin asked, tilting his head to one side.
"Don't play coy, Trouillefou. Your all over Meg. You know I still have feelings for her." He snarled. He'd known that Clopin had been a bit flirty (to say the least), but he had never thought that he would be able to do something like this. They were friends.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Mon Ami," The Gypsy King leant against the wall and inspected his black gloves. Hercules felt the anger bubbling up inside of him. He pushed the gypsy against the wall; hoisting him off the ground by his purple tunic. Clopin inhaled, as he was pushed. The entire room seemed to stop and turn around to see the commotion.
"I think you do." Hercules growled.
"Whoa, Herc!" Clopin exclaimed. "It wasn't real! It was only to get you jealous!"
Hercules' face was suddenly wiped of all emotion. He dropped Clopin, who fell to floor and scrambled back up, before picking up his hat and walking away muttering curses about stupid girls and ridiculous Demi-gods in French. Hercules slumped against the wall, then pulled himself together and marched off to his dormitory, ignoring the teachers callings of 'it's dangerous!' and 'come back here at once!'. Meg watched as Clopin sat back down and shrugged at them.
"Sorry."
Meg shook her head and followed Hercules' example. She tore down the hall, hitting the walls in frustration. She collapsed to the floor and put her head in her hands.
"All that work and what did it get me?" She sang.
"Why did I do it?
Scrapbooks full of me in the background.
Give 'em love and what does it get ya'?
What does it get you;
One quick look as each of 'em leaves you."
She stood up and leant against the wall.
"All your life and what does it get ya'?
Thanks a lot and out with the garbage,
They take bows and you're battin' zero."
She stepped forwards and closed her eyes.
"I had a dream;
I dreamed it for you, Herc,
It wasn't for me, Herc,
And if it wasn't for me then where would you be,
Miss 'Primped and Pretty'."
She frowned at her reference to Cinderella. She opened her eyes and clenched her fists.
"Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn;
Don't I get a dream for myself.
Starting now it's gonna be my turn,
Gangway, world, get off of my runway!
Starting now I bat a thousand!
This time, boys I'm taking the bows and;
"Everything's coming up Meg!" She threw her hands in the air as she belted the lines. (1)
"Everything's coming up Megara!
Everything's coming up Meg!
This time for me!"(2)
She slowly lowered her hands. What was she thinking? She was just lying to herself; she felt so empty without Hercules. She was starting to wish that she could believe him about how the whole Princess incident had been a mistake, a misunderstanding; but her head was screaming louder than her heart could. She sighed and slid down the wall, putting her head in her hands again. "What am I going to do?" "Megara, the halls are not safe." Meg looked up. Jafar was looming over her, arms folded. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and stood up. "Sorry, Sir." "Yes. Well, back to the Cafeteria." He said. She shuffled back to the hall as Jafar grinned to himself. Another one added to the list. ooo
Meg slumped down in her seat, when she got back to the table.
"What's wrong with her?" Quasimodo asked.
"Je ne sais pas," Clopin shrugged.
Esmeralda rolled her eyes. "It's because the plan didn't work, stupid."
"Ah." The two French-men chorused in understanding.
"Meg, it'll be okay," Belle put a comforting arm around her friend. Meg sighed again and bit back tears.
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"Hey, Jasmine?"
Jasmine took her hand of the door handle and turned at the sound of Aladdin's voice. "Oh, hi, Aladdin,"
Aladdin swallowed and tugged at the edge of his waistcoat. "Um, Jasmine? I've been trying to ask you this for a while now. I just haven't had the guts until now. And, well, I was kind sort'a wondering if you'd ever maybe wanna go out?" He said this all very fast and felt his cheeks get warm in embarrassment. Jasmine giggled. Oh, man, she's gonna say no!
"I- I'd love to," She said. Aladdin could have sworn his heart stopped. He open and closed his mouth a few times, and started to closely resemble a gold-fish. Jasmine giggled again, and twisted the door handle. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"
Aladdin managed to form a few words. "Yeah. Goodnight,"
"Goodnight, Aladdin," She said and slipped through the door into he girl's dormitory. She laughed as she heard Aladdin exclaim 'yes!' from the hall way. Maybe the day hadn't gone as badly as she had thought...
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A/N: Aww, isn't that nice?
Okay, now put down your shotguns. I am so sorry it's been so long since last updated. Two months? Heh. Well, I could come out with a load of excuses, but I know you don't want to hear them, so I'll just carry on with the author's note.
(1): Glee-esque: 1. bp .blogspot .com /_M2uPf1vNYLY/TEPQjlnpV_I /AAAAAAAAA6g/SIHoPYsmkBc/5+Rose's+Turn. png
(Just take out the spaces).
(2): The song is called 'Rose's Turn' from the musical 'Gypsy: A Musical Fable', but here I've used the Glee version. I happen to prefer it (le gasp!). Plus, it's shorter and it fits better. Don't know it? Youtube it. (God, I think I've just made them a new tagline. -facepalm-)
Think of this as a Christmas present to all of you, dear readers! Thank you for all the wonderful reviews! As usual, any queries/questions stick them in the reviews and I shall get back to you ASAP. I'll stop taking now.