I've haven'te even been in for a month and already I hate school. It's so hard adjusting!! The classrooms are stuffy, I don't really care for my Science teacher at present time, and I can't listen to music! ABSOLUTE TORTURE!!
The show in this story is one I've auditioned for. It's pretty funny, too.
KENNY: BandGeek doesn't own diddly squat. Digimon and Fruits Basket belong to Toei and Natsuki Takaya-sensei, not us. Now can I have a cookie?
ME: (gives Kenny a cookie)
COOKIE: No, help me! I'm not the one you want I swear!
KENNY: (devours cookie)
Kyo yawned as the rain poured outside the classroom window. He felt like a Christmas tree in the stuffy, green Odaiba Public High uniform.
"Mr. Sohma, are you paying attention?" the teacher asked, staring at her student sternly.
He lifted his head off the desk and recited the Pythagorean Theorem, something that they'd been reviewing.
She nodded approvingly before continuing with the lesson.
Kyo yawned again and looked out at the wet streets. "Damn weather," he thought. "Why did it have to rain today? Today was the day that Matt and Sora were dragging me to the theater. I wanted to be awake for this." He knew it was only going to be to criticize and insult, but that didn't matter. He needed a reason to be mad – it was the way he functioned.
"Psst," Tai hissed across the aisle.
Kyo rolled his head over to face the puppy. "Whaddya want, dumb dog?"
Behind Tai, Sora started going into the song "Dumb Dog" from Annie.
"Ah, shut up," Kyo growled at her.
She merely snickered and leaned back in her seat.
"I'm gonna follow you today, wherever you three are going," Tai said to her over his shoulder.
"You'll be bored to tears," Sora forewarned him.
"Not physically possible. If you locked me in a metal room with two Barbie dolls, I'd entertain myself for hours."
Sora cocked an eyebrow. "How, by having Barbie and Ken-"
Kyo groaned at the idiots across the aisle.
"Mr. Kamiya, Ms. Takenouchi!" the teacher snapped.
The two seniors looked at her.
"Um, yes?" Sora asked meekly.
"I would appreciate it if you would pay more attention to me, and less to your friend there," she said, narrowing her eyes.
"Yes, ma'am," Sora replied, looking down at the floor where various scraps of paper were scatted on the linoleum.
Tai hindered a smile. For once, it wasn't him who'd been yelled at.
Kyo rolled his eyes. He was related to a couple of freakazoids.
When the 2:15 bell rang and the floodgates opened, Tai tailed Kyo, Sora, and Matt down four blocks to Maple Street, then up Maple Street to the local community center.
"Huh?" Tai said.
None of his friends paid him any notice.
They went up the front steps, down a hallway that Tai had rarely used, and into a double door marked "CULTURAL PROGRAM".
It was a huge theater, complete with catwalks, a lighting booth, a storage booth, a prop room, a backstage bathroom, and men's and women's dressing rooms.
"Whoa," Tai breathed.
Kyo scoffed. "Wow. A theater. Big deal."
There were a bunch of teenagers that Kyo vaguely recognized from school, along with an exasperated looking Yuki, a wound up Tohru, an overly-exuberant Momiji (how else would he be?), a spacey Haru, Rin (who looked really pissed at having to sit in a theater with her cousins and boyfriend), a timid Kisa, and an indifferent Hiro.
"I wonder where the director is," Matt wondered aloud, looking around. "I don't see him anywhere."
"Yeah, me neither," Sora added, joining the search.
"Kyo-kun! Sora-chan, Matt-kun, over here!" Tohru shouted across the theater.
Tai followed his friends (who still didn't pay attention to his presence) over to where the Sohma kids were sitting in the plushy blue chairs.
"Hello, Tai-kun," Tohru said, smiling. "How are you?"
"Annoyed at these idiots," he replied, shoving a finger at Matt, Kyo, and Sora.
Tohru giggled and Momiji glared at his cousin and his companions. "Don't be mean to Tai, guys! What did he ever do to you?"
Matt laughed and Sora said, counting up on her fingers, "Hm, let's see. There was the time he made me to run around the block wearing my bathing suit in the dead of winter, the time he almost set my apartment on fire, the time he got me detention for two weeks, the time he-"
Hiro smirked. "Nice work, Kamiya. Let me guess. You've basically messed their whole lives up."
"I did not, you little punk!" Tai growled at the twelve-year-old. "You'd better treat me with respect!"
"R-E-S-P-E-C-T! I know what it means to me!" Haru shouted and everyone in the theater quieted and looked at him.
"It just felt right," he said, justifying his actions.
Rin smiled at him. He was a dork… but he was her dork. Or, well, he was. "Until I dumped him…"
"How does that feel right?" Kyo exclaimed.
Yuki shot him a warning look and Kyo resentfully shut up.
"It's so nice that you're doing this with us!" Kisa said with a huge smile.
Hiro grinned a small smile towards her. "Yeah, yeah." His tone of voice was indifferent.
Matt recognized someone on the other side of the crowd of students and dragged Sora away towards him. She shot the Sohmas and her friends an apologetic look before she disappeared.
Tai looked after her, shaking his head. "I don't know why she lets him do that to her. He knows she hates it."
"And yet…" A sigh.
Tai spun around and saw TK, flanked by Davis and Kari with Ken brining up the rear. "What are you guys doing here? Especially you, Davis."
"We're here for the same reason as you guys," Ken answered, trying to see over Davis' head.
"Oh, right," Tai said, trying to sound like he knew why (even though he didn't). "So when does this thing start?"
"Right now, young cousin," a voice said.
Tai looked around and saw Shigure standing there, dressed in his traditional robes with a huge grin plastered on his face. He was sided by Ayame, looking just as excited, and Hatori, who looked like he was bored silly.
"Hey, guys," TK said with a wave. "Sup?"
"We're here!" Ayame said, not paying attention to the young blonde. "We can begin!"
Tai watched as the three men strode to the stage, where a table with two chairs and a keyboard with a music stand stood.
Hatori handed Shigure his briefcase and sat down next to him at the table. Ayame sat down at the keyboard and Rin waved goodbye to Haru before sitting beside Shigure at the table.
"Wonder what she's doing…" Haru said in a spacey tone.
TK groaned and Kisa slapped her forehead as she laughed at her older cousin.
Shigure exchanged some quick words with the others before standing up and striding to center stage. "Good afternoon, everyone, it's fabulous to see you! I'm Shigure, and I'm here to direct this production."
Tai's mind whirred. Production?
"I feel obligated to introduce my fellow production assistants. First, our music director and talented pianist will be Ayame Sohma!"
"Oh, Shigure!" Ayame said, his eyes watering with joy while pink flowers flew around behind him. "You'll never know how amazing that sounds when I hear my beloved say my name!"
Yuki groaned and rubbed his temples.
"Co-directing with me will be the fantasmical Hatori Sohma!" Shigure gestured to the doctor with one not unlike Vana White's notorious pose.
Hatori rolled his eyes and lifted a hand to the people in the house.
"And choreographing is the lovely Isuzu 'Rin' Sohma!" he finished.
Haru stood up and screamed, "YOU ROCK RIN!" before sitting back down like nothing had ever happened. It caused several students to stare at him in confusion.
"Why is everyone looking at me?" he asked innocently.
"And now we'd like to start," Shigure said and began calling people out. He'd have them sing and then after several people had gone, Rin would teach them a short dance to go with a song on her iPod. It was always the same song, "Material Girl" by Madonna.
"And now let's have… hm… Tai! Come on up here!" Shigure said with a grin.
"Go! Sing an 80's tune!" Kari hissed at him.
He stumbled forward and hesitantly went up the small stairs in front of the stairs. "Um…"
"Go ahead, sing," Hatori said, nodding.
Tai gulped. Eighties tune… eighties tune… The only one he could think of was by the Cure, a band he didn't normally listen to, but since his mother listened to them all the time, he knew one song well enough.
"I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care 'bout you it's
Friday I'm in love."
He finished the song without any trouble (Ayame had kind of latched on with a piano part after the first chorus).
Nobody said anything as he shifted his weight awkwardly.
"What part did you say you wanted again? Corey Junior? Michael?"
"Um, I don't really have a preference, I don't think… um… I'll go sit down now…"
He edged offstage and sank into a convenient chair, blushing like crazy.
"That was really good," Momiji whispered. "I think you might have gotten the lead!"
"What is this, an audition?" Tai asked, confused.
Tai looked at his hands. What had he done?!
A pale-skinned, dark haired girl dressed in a man's suit approached the door of the Kamiya household. She nodded to a tall, handsome, brunette man with light and feathery hair and he knocked on the door.
A woman in her mid-forties opened the door and smiled. "Can I help you?"
"Ah, Yukko-san," the cross-dressing beauty said with a smile. "It's me, Akito. The head of your family."
Yukko blinked and then realization hit her. "Oh! Akito-san, please come in. Would you like something to eat or a drink or something?"
Akito slid off her shoes in the doorway and strode in, sitting on the couch. "No thank you. Kureno?"
The man with her shook his head. "I'll pass, thanks."
Yukko nodded and nervously sat down in the armchair, tucking her hair into a bun. "What brings you here?" she asked.
Akito smiled. "I'm the head of the family. Aren't I allowed to come visit?"
Yukko nodded. "I'm just curious."
Kureno looked from one woman to the other. Sohma… Kamiya… how did this like together?
"I see you're still married to the Kamiya man," Akito said. "I'd have thought you'd marry someone with a little more… social status, money."
Yukko stiffened. "I married for love, not for social status or money. I love my husband."
Akito smiled still and nodded.
Realization dawned on Kureno. This Yukko woman had been a member of the Sohma family before marrying into the Kamiya family.
"How's your son, Taichi? He's almost seventeen now, isn't he?"
"Yes, Tai's birthday is in a few months. He keeps telling us that he doesn't want anything, but I've seen him looking at stereos and gaming systems in catolouges."
Akito nodded. "And your daughter, Hikari? Is she well?"
Yukko nodded and smiled for the first time since Akito had arrived. "Oh, yes. She's actually at auditions for a play right now, I'm so proud of her for breaking out of her quiet shell. Those friends she and Tai have, they have something to do with it. Especially that Davis, he's so funny! But that Takaishi boy, TK… he's quite a catch…"
Akito stood up with such speed she almost knocked over the coffee table. "Takaishi?!"
"That witch who turned her back on our family?!" Akito demanded. "No Sohma would associate with her spawn!"
Yukko blinked. "No, actually, her sons are really very nice. The family comes over every year for Christmas."
Akito growled. "I forbid any of you to see that witch or her… children… ever again!"
"I'm a Kamiya. You can't tell me what to do," Yukko said, standing up. "Now I think it would be best if you left."
The head of the Sohmas took a few steps forward to Yukko and slapped her across the face. "You bitch!"
Kureno instinctively reached forward and held Akito's arms back. "Shh… let's go. Yukko didn't mean anything by it. I think she's right. We should go and find Shigure's place. Alright?" His tone was gentle but firm, as if talking to a small child.
Akito huffed and pulled out of Kureno's arms, storming towards the door.
The door slammed and that was the only time Yukko felt safe standing up and leaning against the couch before crying.
So Akito's here! Bun buh buuuuh! And I know, I lied about having the introduction of Kyo and Sora's ties, but… I was planning on doing it till I put in the audition! That was totally spur-of-the-moment to get the kids out of the Kamiya's apartment so Akito could show up.
Akito showed up because I wanted to sort of bring out the Sohma's and the DD's relations out of the shadows a bit. You'll find out more later!
So… Adios, amigos, and remember that reviews make me feel all warm and cuddly inside!!