Disclaimer: Not mine, don't own it.
(A/N: This is an Omake, an extra side note that is parallel but separate from the story. Don't confuse it with the next chapter, you may skip it if you wish but you'll be missing some good humor.)
Omake: Mytho's Lament
An extremely frustrated and annoyed Mytho walked out on to the stage as the curtain closed on chapter ten. His snow white hair was tossed and mess and fell over the shoulders of a soft and comfy looking royal blue house robe. He looked like he had just stormed out of the dressing room in a huff (which he had).
"What ever happened to my part?" he began what sounded like a long rant. "It was exiting at the start. We've finished chapter ten, and ain't it just great," (sarcasm) "I haven't been seen since eight! I've been off stage for far to long! It's been ages since I had a dance number!"
He began pacing back and forth from stage right to stage left and back again.
"I am one unhappy divo, the author has deceived me! There is nothing I can dance from my heart!"
He traced a wide heart over his chest, his fingers pulling at the collar of his robe to reveal a bare chest with lean muscles that would have made the fan girls squeal if they didn't already know that Good Mytho was an annoying pansy.
"WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO MY PART?" he repeated. "I am sick of my career, always starting second gear, up to here-" he held his hand level with his neck "-with frustration and fears! I've no Otaku, no rewards, no Anime Awards! I'm constantly replaced by freaking OCs, damn OCs!"
He began passing again shouting directly at this author with each step.
"What ever happened to my show!? I was a hit now I don't know, I'm strung up on puppet strings inside a freaking rusty clock! I might as well go to the pub, forgotten me have you? Well, you can kiss my arse! It seems to me Renkon's really lost the plot! What ever happened to my... I'll call my agent, damn it! What ever happened to MY part!"
He stormed back off stage just in time for the curtain to rise on chapter eleven.
(A/N: Okay, peeps. I want to thank you all for reading and adding me to your Alerts and Favorites list, those of you that did. But... wile favs are flattering and alerts encouraging, what I need more are reviews. Reviews help me improve my writing and my stories. Wile fan fictions are fun, for me they are merely a means to improving my own writing skills. So if my chapters are choppy or confusing: tell me. If the flow of the narration is all wrong: tell me. If you think the story is cliche and silly: tell me! Or if you think I'm overly critical of myself and in your opinion my writing is fine... tell me that to. Just give me some sort of feed back, don't leave me hanging. Please.)