Chapter twelve
"How the HECK did he get here?!" Aviva cried out. She paced around frantically. Jimmy played video games, attempting to avoid her, Jimmi soon following his example. As Aviva and Akiva continued to freak out, Jimmy looked on the computer for news, since it was his homepage before he could go on the web. It was then his turn to gasp in surprise.
"Uuuhh... Guys?" Jimmy squeaked out. The commotion all stopped as they turned to the red head. He cleared his throat.
"Says here that Donito and his sister are going to host a big fashion show in a popular club tomorrow at 6 pm. The "theme" is romance and in order to get in you need to buy tickets... I'm assuming Donito is a male Donita... He has a sister?" Jimmy asked. Aviva ran up and looked at the image accompanying the article.
"Sister... That's not his sister, that's Donita!" Aviva cried out. The others gasped.
"That means that Zachs not the only one here!" Chris said with realization. Aviva growled in frustration.
"How did they get here though?" She asked. Her face contorted, as if she were trying to solve an extremely hard math question in her head.
"That's not important right now, Aviva! We need to stop that show! No doubt Donita and Donito are gonna use live animals for fashion!" Koki said urgently. Aviva looked up.
"... You're right Koki. Okay, Donita and Donito are rich and greedy, so they will probably be well guarded so that no one can get in without paying. I'll see if I can get some tickets for you guys. You'll get a variety of animal objects like fur or teeth, so you can use your creature power suits. The four of you go in, and then you stop that show if you find any animals being used." Aviva said, rolling out the plan.
"Uh, Aviva? Wouldn't we stand out because we're not all dressed up?" Martin asked. She grinned.
"Who said you weren't going to be dressed up?"
"This is ridiculous." Kris said. She pulled on her skirt. She had a vibrant red shirt on with the right side pulled down a bit, a black tank top underneath, the shoulder exposed. She also had a jean skirt, finished off with brown boots. They had tied her hair up like Marteen's, to better conceal her identity.
"At least they didn't dress you up like a five year old!" Marteen complained. She had a sleeveless dolphin shirt on with a white sleeved shirt underneath. She also had on dolphin knee socks.
"Dolphins is one thing, but unicorns and rainbows? Knee socks? Sister, you got off waaaaay too easy! I have heart anklet! A HEART ANKLET!" Marteen cried out pitifully. She was, of course, also talking about her skirt, which was adorned with graphical images of rainbows and unicorns. The anklet rest on her left foot.
"You hate your hair down, Marteen, so we had to make you so ridiculous that no one would possibly recognize you in compensation for that!" Kris growled as Marteen fussed and whined over her vomit inducingly girly outfit.
Chris and Martin waddled over, almost never wearing tuxedos. They looked at them with sincere distaste. Chris's was black while Martin's was white. Chris's hair was brushed to the side to conceal his recognizable hair
style. Martin's was slicked back.
All four of them were extremely uncomfortable. They walked uncertainly to the entrance, where there was an enormous line.
Once they finally got to the front of the line, they were stopped by a buff guard. They looked to each other uncertainly.
"Tickets." he croaked out in annoyance. Chris pulled them out from his pockets and handed them to him. He stopped them before they could enter.
"No one goes in withoutta boyfriend or girlfriend." he said with evident boredom. They blinked.
"Come again?" Marteen asked. The man heaved a sigh, as if he had to explain the rule to everyone.
"Dis year's theme is "romance", see? So, da boss Donito says dat erebody gotta go wit their "special somebody", to make stuff more "interestin'". I dunno why da boss would make such a dumb and weird rule, but da rules is da rules." He said with incredible disinterest.
Shoot! They did that to keep us away, I'm sure! What are we gonna do? Kris thought with disparity. Suddenly an idea clicked in her mind.
"Oh! Eheh, well, that doesn't apply to us, right guys?" Kris said while elbowing Marteen. The others looked at her and the man raised an eyebrow.
"Is dat so?" he reasoned. She nodded with a forced smile. She then linked an arm around Martin, who looked at her with silent surprise.
"You see, me-" she pointed to Chris "-and him are twins! These two-" she pointed to Martin and Marteen "Are also twins! We're all childhood friends, you see, and we know everything about each other." she points back to Martin, and further links their arms "I'm... Aria! And this is... Danny, my boyfriend!" she somehow fibbed. They looked at her incredulously. Before they could react, a fight broke out next to them, and the man went to yell at them. Kris turned her head and clenched her teeth.
"Just go with it."she hissed through her teeth. They nodded and obeyed. He came back and muttered a gruff, brief apology.
"And these two are Mike and Amanda, who are also going out!" she finished, and the two linked arms and obediently nodded their heads with fake grins.
The man looked at them weirdly. Was it really worth it to question these people? It was a really long night for him, letting people in since sunset. No, it wasn't worth it at all. He takes the tickets and stepped aside.
"Go ahead and have a good time." he said mechanically. They grinned and walked in, arms still linked.
"Dere sure are a lotta twins popping up round here." he observed blankly.
Once inside, they released their arms.
"Sorry it got all weird back there." Kris apologized. Martin shook his head.
"Nu-uh, that was awesome, Kris! I never would have thought up something like that on the spot!" Martin praised. She smiled meekly while Chris rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, cause we all know how smoothly you lied to Donita during that seahorse adventure" Chris brought up. He laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. They all laughed, and continued deeper into the dark building.
They came down to the heart of the fashion show, which was held underground. It was dark except for the neon lights. Club music boomed in the background, and up ahead they noticed the long walk way, all ready for models.
Suddenly, a spotlight shone on the front of it, and it under it was Donito. He didn't have any animals on him. A different, specialized song began to play.
"Hello there ladies and gentlemen!" he cried out, the microphone attached to his ear amplifying his voice. The audience screamed joyously. He displayed himself to the audience (author note: i'll smack you mentally of you get the wrong idea, perverts .)
"My clothes are nice... But I know what you're really here for!" he exclaimed. The audience hollered and whooped in excitement.
"Now, everyone,-" he stepped off of the stage near the audience "- I'd love for you to meet my twin sister, whom I've recently gotten in touch with. It so happens to have turned out that she is also obsessed with fashion, and has a sense of it acute to mine. I created this show just to commemorate her. Now, ladies and gentlemen, Put you're hands together for DONITA DONATO!" he finished with pizazz. The spotlight turned to Donita, whom did the cat walk on the stage. She was adorned with a cheetah over her shoulders, an African themed dress, fitted with a snake belt and dragonfly earrings. The outfit was roped off with a cheetah cub hat.
"Blur!" Marteen gasped out, as the cheetah looked on sadly, unable to do anything.
"Spotswat?!" Martin cried out as well, looking at the poor animal being forced into an uncomfortably position as she rested on her head. the father and daughter were rendered completely immobile.
The two began to dash, but were soon stopped by their siblings.
"No! Not yet! We have to wait and see if any other animals are being used!" Chris hissed urgently.
More models came out and sure enough, they were wearing animal garments and accessories as well.
Finally, they all hopped up onto the stage. Marteen pointed an accusing finger at Donito.
"Stop right there, Donito!" she hissed. However, Donito's eyes widened, then he put a hand over his mouth, giggles trembling out of him. Donita looked and promptly bit her lip ferociously, disbelieving what she saw. Donito then lost it and laughed hysterically.
"What in the name of fashion are you WEARING?! AHAAHA!" he snorted out, holding his gut as he guffawed. Marteen put her hands on her hips and attempted to glare them to death. She was NOT at all amused. However, even Kris and Chris had to giggle slightly. Martin did not, and in fact took a little offense to it, crossing his arms and frowning.
Soon, the entire crowd was laughing along at her as well, and she began to start feeling self-concious about it. Her siblings were annoying at times, so it's fine for them to laugh, and villains laughing at her was nothing new, but as the whole place began to echo in laughter at her, it really irked her. Martin stepped in, really feeling annoyed.
"All right all right, that's enough!" he growled, Marteen wrapping her hands around herself, looking anxiously around her. Martin stood in front of her and crossed his arms.
"All right Donito, time to put a stop to your little fashion show." he said, genuinely peeved. Donito wiped a tear from his eye.
"Heh... You really should stick to that stupid little jacket of yours, because you aren't going to revert to a five year old by wearing those!" he said smugly with a smirk.
Kris and Chris stopped laughing, surprised at Martin. Martin never got angry, not unless something drastic happened. Not that he was angry, just annoyed, is all. Even so, that was rare as well, since he's usually the one annoying people, and he always was happy go lucky.
The four pulled on thier CPS's at record speed, and pulled out their respective disks and objects. Within an instant, they turned into pseudo animals, Martin a cheetah, Chris an alligator, Marteen a draco lizard, and Kris a rhino. Donita and Donito smirked, and with Dabio and Dabia joining them, they took their battle stances, holding their pose beams menacingly.