Disclaimer: The Prinny’s own it! I swear…they are the masterminds behind it all.

(Thoughts are in parenthesis just like in the game)

6/28/07 Edit: I realized I had the rabbit's name wrong. The shark is Sammy... so sorry loyal Disgaea fans -bows humbly-

What it Takes to be an Overlord

Chapter One: First Day

Episode 3: Love Freaks and Cakes

“Beep. Beep. Please take your seat!”

Larharl gave the robot a strange glance as Flonne pushed him into the class room. He was so distracted that he ignored all the culinary instruments scattered around.

“That the hell is that?” Larharl raised his voice while pointing at the robot.

“I am Thursday, your instructor. Now, take your seats and we will proceed!”

“Talk about cheap labor,” Larharl exclaimed as he sat in the closest chair.

“Beep. Today we will start with a simple cake. Beep.”

“CAKE! What kind of class is this anyway?!” Larharl stood, pushing his chair behind him.

“Sit down. Beep.”

“Not until I get some answers.”

“Um…Larharl…this is cooking class.”

“Whaaa!!!” Larharl yelled in the angel’s face.

-In the hallway-

Etna roamed the empty halls, glancing into the class rooms she passed. After checking half a dozen rooms she found what she was looking for. The teacher’s lounge.

A loud wail, she knew belonged to the Prince, echoed through the halls. She smirked as she let herself into the lounge.

Since classes were in session, the lounge was empty. After raiding the refrigerator, she sat at the large round table and ate. Once full, she laid on the couch and flipped through the security cameras positioned all over the school.

“I think this will do. School is certainly more fun than I had anticipated.

-Back to Thursday’s class-

Larharl inspected the cake. It looked harmless enough. In fact, it looked rather tasty. Since he had refused to make his own cake, Flonne had volunteered to make it for him. So far he was sure to pass this class.

Taking a small bite, Larharl allowed the food to marinate in his mouth.

That was a mistake!

Gagging he coughed. A fit took him and he collapsed, blue faced, to the floor. The food was awful! The most dreaded thing he had ever eaten.

Flonne smacked him ruthlessly on the back, finally dislodging the cake from his throat. “I should have warned you that I couldn’t cook. Sorry.”

“What are you trying to do?!? Kill me?!”

“No, not at all! I’m only here to assassinate one person. I wouldn’t hurt a fly, really!”

The bell rang and Flonne grabbed his hand. “Oh, time for the next class. Come on, we don’t want to be late!”

Smiling she pulled him to the hallway. After he had snatched his hand back he followed her. Not that he wanted to follow her…he had no choice. Someone hated him and he had all the same classes she did. Someone would die and die very painfully.

-In the auditorium-

Pleinair sat motionless. Her eyes wandered over the camera before her; yet she didn’t stir a muscle. Ropes hung loosely around her and rested in a bundle behind the chair she sat in.

“Fear not, fair maiden, for I, THE DARK HERO will save you!”

Axel jumped onto the stage and cast a valiant pose. He white teeth glistened in the spotlight. A fan behind the curtain blew his golden hair in a majestic style.

“CUT! CUT! Axel, baby…you’re a dark hero! Dark Hero’s don’t save damsels in distress.”

Axel gave the director a dismayed smile. He shook his head and proceeded to remove the ropes dangling around the blue haired demon.

“I’m the Dark Hero! I can do as I please!”

Lifting Pleinair from the chair, Axel proceeded to a hysterical (half evil – half insane) laugh.

“At his rate the drama club will be cut from our funding.”

“Fear not, for I, the Dark Adonis, will save the drama club.”

The director stepped up and pointed a finger in Vyers’ face. “You are the Flower Arranging instructor! You don’t know left from right when it comes to acting.”

“You have me,” Vyers said with a smirk. “I don’t know my right from my left but I know love when I see it!”

“Yay! Love!” Flonne shouted appearing out of nowhere.

Larharl was clawing at his scarf which was in a death grip as Flonne dragged him behind her. She had heard her much loved word and had snagged Larharl without realizing it.

“No! No!” the director wailed. “Love will kill us all!”

“Love is the greatest gift we can give!” Flonne shouted in desperation.

“Humph! Love is worthless,” Usagi called appearing on the stage. “Now, unhand my girlfriend you blonde wanna-be!”

Axel growled at the rabbit. “I’m no wanna-be!”

“Oh, how tragic is the fight for a woman,” Vyers cooed.

Pleinair tapped Axle and gathered his attention. Wordlessly she pointed to the exit sign.

“How romantic!” Flonne agreed with the Dark Adonis.

“Shut up Mid-boss. You too hippie hugging angel freak!”

Vyers fumed at the rabbit. “How dare you! I’m no mid-boss!”

Larharl had finally fought free from Flonne’s grip. “Yes you are!”

Taking Pleinair’s advice, Axel snuck away taking her with him.

Producing a black rose, Vyers leapt to Flonne’s side. “No vision such as you should be without the fragrance of a rose.”

Flonne smiled, accepting the flower. “Thank you.”

Larharl crossed his arms and huffed. “Idiots. They’re all idiots.”

“Come now, are you not going to fight me for this lovely thing?”

Larharl glared at Vyers. “And why would I?”

Vyers lowered his head and wrapped his arm around Flonne. “What a pity. He just isn’t strong enough to fend you from the Dark Adonis,” he said to Flonne.

Turning red Larharl slashed out at his with his cape. The Dark Adonis was flung across the stage. “Don’t ever call me weak, Mid-boss!”

Turning away, Larharl proceeded to leave the auditorium.

“Wait, Larharl!” Flonne gave Vyers one last glance before jobbing to catch up with Larharl.

“Did you get that?” the director asked the zombie behind the camera.

“Yup.”

“I think we have just found our new Dark Hero! Come on, we have to follow him.”

The director and zombie left to follow Larharl. Vyers sighed deeply, trying to pull himself from the rubble.

Usagi looked around. “I can’t believe I’ve been ignored again!”

“Don’t let it get to you,” Vyers said. “You’ll get use to it.”

Kicking a loose rock, Usagi nailed Vyers square in the forehead. “Shut up.” Then he left.

Lights go dim

End of Episode 3

Yo, dood! Where’s Pleinair?

Someone’s demon-napped her!

How are we supposed to end the episode, dood?

Perhaps I, the Dark Adonis, can lend you my aid?

Forget it, dood, let’s just do home.

Shut out again.