Masks, Dances, and Masquerades
Minna-san! Konichiwa! evades incoming rotten tomatoes It's been a long time since our update, and we are very VERY sorry.
REALLY.
We've been really busy since school has been taking over much of our time, not having the time to update. GOMEN-E!!
We decided once again to continue this story, since the reviews have really pushed us to get off our lazy butts and finish it. .
Disclaimer: We do NOT own G.A. . That guilty person over there—points at Tachibana-san---does.
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Chapter 2: The Blackmail
"EH! HUSOU! IMAI-SAN! DOSHITE!?"
"Urusai. You're creating too much noise pollution..." Came a stoic voice, which belongs to no one other than our Ice-Princess, Hotaru-hime.
"Demo! Why me?! Why do I have to help you get Natsume and Mikan together? Couldn't you find somebody else!?" came the overly whiny reply, "why do you have to get ME involved?!"
"Ruka-kun, (holds up a picture of Ruka dressed in a Tutu) you have two choices, number 1, shut up and do it or number 2, allowing me to sell these pictures of you dressed in a tutu from the Nutcracker play in 6th grade. You choose." Hotaru deadpanned, with no hesitation. "But of course, I would always be glad to sell these pictures for some profit." Her sideways glance at her companion suggested MUCH more than what she actually said.
"IMAI! BAKA-YAROU!? GIMME BACK THOSE PICTURES!" Ruka screamed, exasperatedly, throwing his hands up in the air. He paused in his actions for a moment and lunged for the blackmail material. Soon the two were engaged in a game of cat and mouse, with a highly victorious mouse, a smirking mouse with an evil glint.
"Nogi-kun, you DO know that a famous inventor like ME has a lot of…let's say…connections," Hotaru slurred, with barely hidden smug-ness, dripping from her voice, "and among those connections, I have, for example, a company that solely concentrates on the production of beautiful photographs. I would hate to see your ugly mug posted around the forest, and— "
"Alright! Alright!" Ruka practically screamed.
"—I think your frolicking forest friends would absolutely adore…wait a second, you're agreeing?" A hint of suspicion lacing her voice. "Well, that's good!"
Ruka puffed a short frustrated sigh. "Imai-san, just tell me what you want me to do."
On the other hand…
"Hotaru? Where are you?" Mikan wailed as if she were a little lost puppy, "Why didn't you wait for me? For we were meant to be---"
"Stop rhyming you baka, this isn't Romeo and Juliet where you can cry out your love and wait for them to come out onto a balcony in their night clothes and a rose in their hand. Understood?" Natsume grumbled, obviously pissed off, VERY pissed off.
"Natsume! You party-pooper, that was supposed to be my moment!"
"THAT was a moment?" Natsume flicked his bangs out of his eyes out of boredom, "I mean, how could a polka-dotted panty girl have a moment with her true love?"
Surprisingly, Mikan gave a glare that could kill, "Natsume no baka, such a hentai! You should be ASHAMED of yourself."
She turned on her heel and marched away, her nose in the air. She was looking quite pompous, when she tripped over a tree root, her skirt revealing today's special, strawberry shortcake.
"Ah, trying to be sweet aren't we?" Natsume drawled, with a smirk plastered on his face, "I suddenly feel all nostalgic."
"NATSUME! BAKA!!" With a tomato red face and steam coming out of her ears, she stomped away again, this time LOOKING where she was going.
Sorry to all the old fans out there! We'll try and update the next chapter ASAP. :D
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