The_wolf_part_1

�So, Akito, who do you have to be in the school play?� Nanami, his sister, asked teasingly. Hayama glared at her, debating whether or not to answer with the truth.
�Stop doing that!� she suddenly shouted, referring to Hayama�s eerie glare.
He shrugged.
�Can�t help it.� He replied.
�Of course you can. Now who ya gonna play?� she demanded somewhat impatiently.
�A tree.�
Nanami burst out laughing, which made Hayama wonder why he even told her.
�Hahahahahaha you hafta be a tree! What kinda acting skills got you that role?� she giggled.
Hayama sooo wanted to pound her. But she was his sister. He couldn�t do that.
Babbit then came onto the screen, dressed in a red suit, with devil horns, and pitchfork.
*Devil Babbit* Go on Hayama. Hit her. Give her a hard punch. She deserves it after all she�s done to you.
Devil Babbit then nudged Hayama a bit.
� Isn�t this from cartoons? Are you really real?� he asked, with no feeling.
Soon another Babbit dressed in a white robe, with a halo over his head, appeared on Hayama�s other shoulder.
�So what� you�re the good Babbit?�
The white Babbit nodded.
�Hayaaaammaaa you don�t wanna hit your own sister. It�s not riiiiiggghhhhttt.�
�You sound like a ghost. You�re supposed to be nice. Heavenly.�
Meanwhile Nanami was absolutely clueless as to why her brother was talking to his shoulders, and she started to shake him.
�Akito are you going crazy? Why�re you talking to your shoulders? Are you sick?� she cried. This of course brought Hayama back to life, and he was needless to say, berry embarrassed. And then the Babbits disappeared in a poof of smoke, so he couldn�t even attempt to explain his situation.
Hayama shrugged, and declared that he was sick, and he was going to bed.
Devil Babbit appeared again, as Hayama made his way out.
�You were this close to getting her back.� The Babbit said.
�Shut up.� Hayama muttered, and flicked the devil Babbit away.
�That�s telling him.� The angel Babbit grinned.
�You too.�
And the Angel Babbit was also flicked away.
The next day was the first practice session for all who were in the play, (meaning everyone=))
Sana concluded that the first day was a dress rehearsal, and came to class with a red hood on.
�Sana-chan why are you wearing that?� Aya asked. She had gotten the part of the grandmother, and was modeling a pair of granny specs, which lead Sana to think she�s a hypocrite. Hypothetically thinking of course.
�Well you hafta to get into character. To be or not to be? That is the question.� Sana absently held up a skull, somewhat resembling the skull used in the famous Shakespeare quote, �cept this one was a skull of a wolf.
�You look dumb. This isn�t Shakespeare.� Someone, who shall be remained nameless, until he/she says his/hers main, and possibly only sentence, drawled.
Sana quickly turned around, to face this nameless visitor. She knew who it was.
�Oh, and what do you know about Shakespeare, Hayama?�
That�s who it was all right. Evil Hayama! That big Othello.
�I know that he never cast his actors as trees.� He glared at the teachers as he said this.
�Well if you actually tried to do a good job acting, maybe they�d have given you a better part! Now don�t whine.� Sana snapped.
Hayama was ignoring her.
�So where�d ya get the skull of a wolf?� he asked, holding it up, and peering into it�s menacing eyes.
�Oh I just found it in the� Hey! Don�t change the subject!�
�Now now, Children, we have to begin practice.� The other principal ordered, and a group of kids huddled to begin they�re session. Except for Hayama.
�Your make up fell off. Old Hag..�
�Shhhhhhh!� the principal shouted, and pushed Hayama into line. Then she turned away from the students, and quickly reapplied her makeup.
*Babbit * She looks like a witch!
The principal either ignored the young bat, or simply hadn�t heard him, and continued with her work.
�Alright, Kurata! You stand up on stage, and begin talking to Aya (can�t remember her last name=p), well reading your script! Sasaki-san(Tsuyoshi) hide behind those curtains, you are not needed yet!� the crabby women ordered.
�Ofcourse I�m not needed yet. I�m never needed. I�m vile� I�m the big bad wolf. What was I thinking!?� Tsuyoshi thought to himself, as he glumly wondered onto the stage.
�Other children you are part of the chorus! Except you, you, and you.� The teacher pointed to three nonchalant looking boys. One being Hayama.
�You are trees. You need to feel the exquisiteness of treeeeesss. You are nature. Mother Nature has constructed you from the tips of her fingers to the bottom of her toes. Sway in the wind, children.
*Babbit * Principal is more like a poet then a teacher. Maybe that was her life long dream� I�m Babbit, reporting for Babbit�s people. What�s behind crabby principal (I forget her name=p)?
All right enough with that, chorus begin!
T*Babbit * If Hayama is so against being a tree, why didn�t he just try out for the chorus?
We then see a mental picture (but complete with sound(!) of Hayama trying out for the chorus�.
*Babbit* I�m sorry I asked. Ahh! My ears! My virgin ears!he remaining children began to try to sing the chorus, and become choir kids in just a weeks time.
Update!
�Yawwwwnnn that was ONE tiring school day.� Sana yawned, as she trudged through the newly fallen snow ( and currently falling snow=p).
�Yeah. Who would have thought we�d have to work all day?� Aya moaned, rubbing her now sore back. (From hunching over all the time like a granny=)
�Also the hood I have to wear gave me a bad bed head=p� Sana added, glumly. But not too glumly.
It had now been two weeks of practicing for the play, and in all the years she had been doing professional acting she had never worked so hard.