A/N: O_O Thanks so much people for reading and fav-ing my crap. Hohoho, a big thank you to those who also reviewed it too! I'm glad that people do enjoy my crap XD
And uh, before I forget, I'd like to say "Please do forgive and forget the crappiness of my English here". Owh, and review's reply will be written at the end of the story.
Also, please do forgive me for updating the story late. -_- So many obstacles came up.
Disclaimer: Katsura Hino owns -Man. If not, I would've drawn Allen and Kanda in bikinis for fun. Ahohoho. *Laughs in an epicly evil way* No, I'm not a pervert =.=!!
Chapter 2: The Stage and Kanda?
~Yesterday; Saturday~
"ARGH!!!! What kind of twisted roles are these?! Did you change them again?!" Allen shouted, stomping on the floor.
"U-unfortunately, yes. I had to… Leverrier w-wanted it t-to," Komui stammered.
"THAT DAMN LEVERRIER, WAIT TILL I KILL HIM," Allen said as he gritted his teeth. "This is way over the line. My PRIDE IS THE ONE ON THE LINE here."
"Now, now, you should – ", before Komui could continue, Allen stomped straight forward to Leverrier's office. Everyone in the class tried to stop Allen. There might be a possibility of Allen getting 'killed by Leverrier' instead of him complaining about the script to Leverrier in person.
He banged the door open and slammed on Leverrier's table with both of his hands, giving Leverrier feeling a little shocked. Allen gritted his teeth more, trying to show 'his scariest poker demon' face to Leverrier. It was an air of menace that was surrounding him. The class that followed him just shrunk at the dark corner looking at him.
"Ah, Allen! Would you like my Lemon sponge cake? They're freshly made," said Leverrier in a happy tone, practically waving the cake in front of Allen's face.
Instead of 'Yesh, please, I want the smexy cake! 3" that came out of Allen's mouth, all he said was "hmph" as a vein popped on his forehead and slapped Leverrier's hands away from his face, making the cake drop 'dramatically' onto the floor.
Pause.
Rewind.
Play.
Pause.
Rewind.
Play.
The way the cake fell onto the floor was somehow rewinded twice. At least in everyone's eyes, just to see how 'perfectly' dramatic it was on how the cake flipped into the air and fell onto the floor.
And if anyone realized and play the same scene in slow motion, as the cake fell, Leverrier made ugly expressions before it reached the floor. Like "Uggah, NURGH, MY SWEETIH DARLINGGG!!"
Leverrier stood up in horror, seeing his precious cake's beauty got squished onto the floor. He then approached the cake and crouched down.
"W-why did you do that?! My precious cake! My sweet! My Beautiful! My darling!!" he cried out loud, holding the little crumbles of his cake. "Why oh why did you do this to them?! What wrong doings have they done to you to deserve this?! Boo-hoo-hooo."
The atmosphere changed. Allen's 'angry poker face' wasn't on his face anymore. He felt slightly guilty.
"Uh… I didn't mean to make him cry.. -.-'''' "he thought. "I mean, I'm a gentleman, for goodness sake. Although Leverrier's not a girl and his crying face creeps me. Eww, his mucus is trickling down onto the floor."
"Ano, Leverrier. Look, I'll ask you nicely," Allen asked soflty. "Why did you change the roles again?"
"Roles? It wasn't me. *sniffle* I was ordered to change it," Leverrier replied.
"HUH?" A giant question mark popped above everyone's head.
"Then who was it?" Komui asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "I don't remember that there's someone who has higher position than Leverrier. I mean you are the PRINCIPAL."
"Weird," Komui added, rubbing his chin.
"Yeah, who was it?" Everyone continued.
"That kid," Leverrier pointed his finger to his chair. Everyone wasn't sure of the person's gender but he/she was in Leverrier's chair, eating Leverrier's Lemon Sponge Cake.
"Yeah, me. Got a prob with that?"
"Yes, I do. I object the new changes in the roles and the script," Allen said bravely.
"You can't do that," Leverrier responded.
"And why is that?"
"Because you just can't. That's Henna-Pyon. The owner of the fic. THIS VERY RIGHT FIC. Whatever Henna-Pyon wants or commands, we have to do it."
(A/N: WOOOOT, I appeared, as an extra though. Haha. You'll understand why I appeared. Owh Yesh, I'm also known as Henna-Pyon).
"WHAT?! But that's just wrong!" Allen objected. "What happened to my rights? I mean everyone has their own rights in such matter! Ya know, one of the laws of the world or something, ah I can't remember but the point is –"
"Look Allen," said Henna-pyon, leaning her back towards the chair. "I'm the author, okay. This is my story and things go as I want it to. Okay, you won't get that part, but since you objected the new changes I made, you have two choices."
Allen only nodded, giving an expression on his face that he's ready to hear the worst.
"One: If you don't want to participate in the school festival's classic stage performance, you will have to become the Festival's Host – and "
Hearing that, Allen 'phew-ed', relieved to hear that it wasn't something crazy for him to do.
"Tis tis tis. I'm not done yet. It's too early for you to give such happy and relieved expression on your face. Now, where was I? Owh yeah, and you have to wear bikini in front of everyone."
Allen's jaw dropped hearing the 'BIKINI" word. That word kept echoing in his head.
Bikini.
Kini-Kini-Kini.
Bikini
Kini-Kini-Kini.
Bikini
Kini-Kini-Kini.
BIKINI?!
"B-B-BI-KINI?!" he shrieked in an 'Oh-Crap-Im-Gonna-Die' tone.
Everyone was snickering, chit chattering and gossiping about how Allen will look like in a Bikini.
"GREAT, JUST GREAT! ANOTHER WAY TO PUT MY PRIDE ON THE LINE. GEE, WHAT'S NEXT? ME WALKING AROUND IN THONGS ONLY?!"
(Well, he was practically screaming in anger and squealing in fright at the same time in his mind).
"Two: You can just switch a role with someone who has the same crappy role like you do. Meaning you take that person's role and he takes your role and maybe I will change the script again," Henna added. "Well, doesn't make a difference, doesn't it
"B-but!"
"No buts. End of discussion."
Allen's Point of View
~Back to today, Sunday~
I sighed as I took out a box of milk out of the fridge with my left hand's fingers massaging the left side of my forehead.
"Aww cheer up, Allen. It can't be that bad," said Lavi in melancholic tone, patting my left shoulder.
"Please. You don't know anything. I bet you don't even wanna know the roles and the act I have to do in the script," Allen replied in an annoyed tone. "It's like Blades of Glory or something."
"Try me."
I then gave him the script to Lavi. His was all happy-go-lucky today.
(I mean, there are flowers popping up out of nowhere behind him. It's like in mangas, where they usually cover a certain beautiful person or dramatic scenes etc with flowers to beautify them? I don't know, I'm not sure myself).
I guess something good must have happened to him. Soon after Lavi started to read it, his face was all pale like those zombies from the Shawn of the dawn and the flowers behind him wilted and fell dramatically onto the floor.
"E-gad! Holy shit! Holy dancing bananas! Holy cow! Holy Marilyn Monroe!" Lavi flabbergasted with the words blasting out of his mouth all at once.
"See, told ya," I exclaimed.
"No, I'm not done flabbergasting! Now, where was I? Owhh right. Holy Earl's dirty Boxers! Holy Panties!" he continued.
5 MINUTES LATER.
"Holy Paris Hilton!"
"Are you done yet?" I asked in annoyance.
"No. Holy crap! No wait, have I mentioned Holy crap already?"
"Yes, you have. 10 TIMES."
"Owh."
"You're doing this randomly aren't you?"
"Pfft, what are you talking about?" he scoffed. "I'm only trying to cheer you up. But seriously, I don't think I'm gonna continue reading the script."
"I've warned you bout' that," I stated.
I then, suddenly gave out a sour expression on my face, thinking upon that matter as I plopped on the sofa. Not only that I feel shitty about it, this headache of mine just won't go away. It's like it's attacking me to get revenge on something I did, with Lavi's giant hammer. I closed my eyes for a bit and opened them again, hoping the headache would just go away. In front of me was Lavi, playing around with Timcanpy. Then, Timcanpy bit his finger for no reason.
"Ah! Damn it! =_= that hurts, Tim!" he shouted.
I only kept quiet and observed his actions. I felt like crap and hopeless. It's like, it's the end of the world for me, if I don't do anything about that matter. An idea then popped into my head as I saw Lavi moved his finger with Tim hanging at the end of it, behind his head.
"Ahehehe…" Lavi laughed sheepishly. "Look, I'm Kanda! Feel the ponytail-ism!"
"That's it!" I hopped out of the sofa, snapping my finger with a wide grin.
"What -- ? What's it? Kanda's long and yet soft and smooth looking ponytail?" asked Lavi with an 'O_O' expression on his face.
"Yes!" I replied excitedly.
"Yes?"
"No, I mean No!"
"No?"
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"No!! I'll get straight to the point".
I shoved my things into my bag with a smirk plastered on my face, placed Timcanpy onto my shoulder and pulled Lavi out of the house and locked the door.
"Whoah, Ally. What's the hurry?" Lavi asked. "It's 7.30 a.m. in the morning, I mean we're 2 hours early if we're going to the school now."
"Kanda, by this time, should be at school already," I explained.
Raising an eye brow, Lavi gave an interested look on his face.
"Aha…. Go on…" he said.
"You see, I have found a solution to my problem. You'll see the magic soon enough," I smirked, raising an eyebrow, leaving Lavi to have an uncertain expression on his face.
~ At School ~
My prediction was right. He was there in the class, singing oprah. So lame. Very Un-Kanda-like of him. Then he played with the bird, a robin to be specific, after he sang. Oh wait. I wonder who will win if it's Kanda's voice VS Lala's. Hmm… Interesting. Ouh, some of you won't know who's LaLa.
LaLa is a cute, wavy-haired blonde German girl popular for singing beautiful hymns with such beautiful voice of that of an angel, although I'm not sure of what language, but hey, if she battles with Kanda, I bet she would win over that Man-girl. She's also a member of the Kuro Gakuen Choir Club. Also, beware of her bizarre super-human strength. She's quite strong for a girl. Throwing stones at her is a No-No, I say. You don't want her go all "Ju-On" or like that ghost from the Grudge, do you? Trust me, if you saw that side of her, you don't wanna pee in the toilet alone.
Now, back to the main story. There we are, Me and Lavi, outside the class, peeking inside, observing that pony-tailed-grumpy-ass' true nature, quietly. We snickered and snickered until we realized that it's time to put our ultimate weapon to action, Timcanpy. I bent down and whispered to Timcanpy, who was on the floor.
"Please, please, please, I beg of you. Do the magic right. My life depends on this," I begged, with tears slowly coming out at the corners of my eyes.
I have to admit, that was kinda dramatic. But Timcanpy just sorta fall for this thing. It works smoothly every time.
Timcanpy nodded and flew out of the school just as I instructed him to. Me and Lavi peered inside the class and continued to observe Kanda. Kanda, as he was, still playing with that robin. It seemed that he dressed the bird with an outfit, fit enough for the bird to wear and a small black wig too on the robin's head. Now that I mention it, with the robin wearing the outfit Kanda made and a small wig, made the robin looked like the "Bird version of Kanda Yu." I mean, what is that robin to him? A Barbie doll?
The red-headed teen and I titled our heads to the right as we sweat dropped in anime style in doubt, with our minds somehow synchronized, "IS THIS REALLY THE KANDA YU I KNOW?"
Kanda's attention towards the bird was interrupted by the entrance that Timcanpy made. He flew straight towards the window that Kanda was standing next to and accidently sat on the robin as he landed on the window pane. I guess it's maybe due to Timcanpy's weight.
Did I mention that he is now at the size of Lavi's head? Well, Tim just keeps growing and growing when he eats too much food. I can't blame him though. If I don't feed with half of the food I have in the fridge, he'd be still biting my fingers and my head till I suffered a lot of blood loss and end up being hospitalized. Now, I don't want that. Ever.
Kanda gave out a startled expression. The bird tried to get over Tim. Then Kanda moved his face towards Timcanpy and observed Tim in suspicion.
"Well, ain't you the sprout's bundle of joy?" he remarked.
"Japanese boy say what? Bundle of joy? Is it me or is there something's wrong with feminine-face's English language," I raised an eye brow. "I think some girl must've drugged him."
"But you're such a cute, big, fat birdie. Awww," Kanda chimed. His expression changed into a gentle one.
Wow, this made my jaw dropped. I m-mean, he just fell for the sick trap. Oh my gosh. O_O Houston, there's a problem. I think Kanda just cracked.
*Playing The Spy Theme music*
Now, here's the trick. There's a small camera with is connected to my phone and Lavi's laptop, hidden above Tim's head. A very small one indeed that Kanda won't be able to notice it. We needed to have a clear, high quality video of Kanda singing opera. The one that I recorded was kinda shaky cause I was laughing too much. -_-'''' Sorry. And the main aim is to use it to blackmail Kanda.
Phase one – Kanda taking the bait, complete.
Engaging Phase two – Kanda singing Opera-style.
"Okay. Do want me to sing you a song?" Kanda asked. Tim just nodded a yes.
Kanda sang. Phase Two – complete.
Engaging Phase 3 – Our Entrance.
*Spy Theme music Ends*
Lavi's Point of View
"Aha!" Me and Allen shouted at Kanda, with our fingers pointing at him, as we slammed the door open to make our dramatic spy-like entrance into the class. "We have caught you red-handed!"
Damn, I look so hot and cool. I just wish the girls in class were here to see me in action.
"W-what the hell – ", Yu stammered as his eyes grew wider.
He gasped. He stammered. He stood there in shock. Wow. It's feels like I just bought a box of Kokocrunch with a free Kanda Yu Nendroid version toy with a set of limited edition 'face expressions'. I should give that to Allen. I bet he'll enjoy that.
(A/N: Well, if there is such thing, I'll buy Kokocrunch non-stop until I find an Allen Walker or Komui Lee or Road Kamelot toy. And if I find a Kanda or Lenalee toy, I'll just sell them -_- Readers, don't get the wrong idea. Allen, Komui and Road are my favorite characters).
"So, what's it gonna be? Let everyone know this secret of yours or we make a deal?" Allen asked, raising an eye brow with a sly grin plastered on his face.
There was silence between Yu and us. A gust of wind blew through the window. Yu frowned and glared at us with his icy eyes.
And so began this how the blackmailing begins.
To be continued.
(A/N): *inhale air* Finally!!!! =_=''' *sweat drop, anime-style* To make up for the time that you guys waited, I made this chapter slightly longer. I'm very sorry for updating it late. Many obstacles came up and my birthday just passed, -_- great, another year older. *sigh*
Do forgive and forget my horrible english errors and Please do review, I really wanna know what you think of the 2nd chapter.
To Victoria: Yesh, very true. English is not my first language. Thank you for the noting me. I'm glad that you enjoyed it! XD
To Rama: Thank you! XD Owh yesh he can, in this cracked story of mine XD