Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Little Mermaid, er -Cat ❯ Sibling Rivalry ( Chapter 4 )

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**= setting, action description, or off-screen antics
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Neffie: “Geeze, girl! Chill!”
Storm: “My apologies. I sneezed.”
Neffies*sweatdrops*: “That was a sneeze?”
Storm: “Well, it’s a bit dusty in the catwalk.”
Neffie: “...”

A.S.D.A


The Little Mermaid
by Nefertanya dragongurl Ahhotep


Little Mermaid: Gatomon
The sisters: Mimi, Sora, Kari, Miyako, Palmon, Biyomon
Sea-Witch: Gomamon
Prince Elvis: Veemon
Princess Ingred: Patamon
Maid-servant: Yokomon

~~Act 2, Scene 1~~


*Backstage, Joe is applying burn ointment to Gomamon’s flipper, who is trying his best to look the part of a wounded puppy. It’s not working as well as hoped...

<Joe: “It’s all your own fault, you know. You were supposed to be off stage by that point, not tripping the light fantastic.”>

<Gomamon: “But I was trying to asseverate my flagitious tendencies by appearing oblivious to her obvious torments.”>

<Joe*in amazement*: ‘Huh??”>

<Gatomon: “He was making an ass of himself.”>

<Gomamon*with a cheeky grin*: “Darn right!”>

<Veemon: “Hey! How come you’re not pounding on him for kissing you like you did on me?!”>

<Gatomon*shrugs*: “He’s a better kisser.”>


<Tai: “Act 2! NOW!”>*

*The stage is a barren beach, the crash of waves and cries of gulls audible OS. Gatomon, in a torn and tattered peasant’s dress, lies prone just right of center stage*

Vee*entering off Left Stage*: “Ho! How fair a day this seems! And yet, it is barren and bitter without a love to contemplate the future with...”

Pata*tripping over hemline*: <”Stupid, stupid dresses!!”>”Oh, silly brother. Are you still moping? It’s been ages since you fell off the boat, and-”

Vee*furiously*: “I DID NOT FALL!”*regains composure* “Poseidon’s furies pulled me to the sea.”

Pata: “You fell.”

Vee: “Nu-uh!”

Pata: “Yu-huh!”

*This continues several times, till a small rock is neatly thrown at Veemon’s skull from the ‘beach’*

<Gato: “..friggen get on with it!!...”>

Vee: “Well, *how* I ended up in the clutches of the briny deep is not important. What matters is that I was saved by an angel.”

Pata: “An angel, you say? Probably a poor fisherman who figured you weren’t worth the trouble of throwing back.”

Vee: “You dare mock me Ingred? I nearly died-”

Pata: “But you didn’t, did you? And whatever fish, myth, or miracle deemed you worthy of service boggles beyond my comprehension. *stamps a foot in frustration Oh! You *always* change the subject when I try to talk about your future! As your elder sister, guardian, and advisor, I must press the topic of marriage. Our *kingdom* and those of our allies are at stake! A well-struck match can make all the difference, Elvis!”

Vee*notices Gato and rushes to her*: “Sister! Look!

Pata*annoyed*: “See? Once again you’re trying to-”

Vee: “No, no! I mean it! Look, the poor girl!*leans over Gato* She breathes!”

Pata: “Why, where did she come from? Her clothes tell of a great ordeal! But I do not recognize what village she may have heralded from, the damage is so great.”

Vee*a bit smitten by her features*: “As Prince, it is my moral obligation to assist my subjects. As this wretch of a girl is on my lands, she is automatically given honorary status. Therefore-*hoists her into his arms, where she flops like a dead fish* we will take care of her.”

Pata: “To the palace?!”

Vee: “No, the mortuary-of *course* the palace! *conspiratorially* Perhaps she is actually a princess desperately seeking a valiant hero!”

Pata*mockingly* “Yes, and maybe she’s an angel who saves those who fall off moored boats!”

Vee: “Did not!”

Pata: “Did too!”

Vee*continues OS*: “Notnotnot!”

Pata*continues OS*: “Tootootoo!”


~~Act 2, Scene 2~~


*Backstage:
<Patamon*tugging his hemline in frustration*: “What kind of names are Ingred and Elvis anyway??”>

<Miyako*dreamily*: “Elvis was the *king*, baby!”>

*Ken’s face twitches in irritation*

<Ken: “Miyo-chaan....!”>

<Tai*flatly, irritably*: “They’re both Scandinavian. This is a Scandinavian play.”>

<Izzy: ‘Actually, I believe the Hans Christian Anderson tales are Norwegian.” >

*Slowly, Tai turns*

<Tai: “I. Don’t. Really. Care.”>

<Izzy: *“Gulp.”*>

*Onstage, the ‘beach’ has been replaced by an elaborate bedroom. Gatomon reclines on a brocaded purple velvet blanket under a silk canopy-

<Matt: “Man, who budgeted this set?”>

-Gilded paintings of fruits and flowers don the stucco-Tudor walls. She awakens as a Yokomon enters through the mahogany door*

Yoko: “Good morning, mistress!”

*Gatomon sits up and glares*

Yoko*oblivious*: “Yes, yes, yes! The sun is warm and the air is dry! Mm-hm!!”

*Gatomon wobbly tries to comprehend her situation. When she does, she tries to leap off the bed, only to fall to the floor, clutching her soles in anguish*

Yoko: “What is the matter, mistress?! Are you in great pain?”

*Gatomon glares a ‘no-effing-duh!!’ look at the younger*

Yoko: “Oh, oh! I will go summon the Prince!”

*Gatomon perks at this news as the little pink creature waddles back out. Moments later, as Gatomon is striking what she hopes is a heart-wrenching damsel-in-distress pose, Patamon walks in*

Pata: “Girl! What’s your problem!”

Gato: “...”

Pata*with annoyance*: “Well, what’s the matter?! Cat got your tongue?”

<Veemon*sarcastically*: “Wow. *There’s* an original line.”>

<Hawkmon: “Hush!”>

Pata*tosses a notepad and quill at the cat*: “Can you at least *write*?”

*Gatomon quickly scribbles something, and gives back the pad*

Pata: “What is this?! Nothing but gibberish and swirls! Bah! Incompetence!”

Yoko: “Perhaps the exposure to the elements have addled her mind?”

Pata: “Hmph. Well, if you cannot speak, nor write properly, we will be limited in our abilities to assist you. You obviously can understand me, however. That’s a plus.”

*Draws her, er, himself upright and strides over to the still ‘floored’ Gatomon*

Pata: “You will remain bed-ridden, confined to these sumptuous quarters. *smiles a sweet, fake smile* This, of course, is simply to encourage your well-being and hasten your recovery.*turns away conspiratorially* And to keep riff-raff like you away from my foppish brother!”*turns back* Now, back to beddy-bed with you! Maid, keep our guest comfortable!”

Yoko*muffled slightly under the hem of Gatomon’s nightgown as she pushes the ‘incapacitated’ girl back into the bedding*: ‘Yes-mmph!- Ma’am!”

Yoko:*to Gatomon, cheerily*: “Now I will fetch you a lovely breakfast, and perhaps I will be able to get the headseamstress to give you some embroidery!

...

You *do* embroider, do you not, mistress?”

*Gatomon give a weak ‘of course!’ grin as the chipper pink bulb with legs waddles out the door.

Since Gatomon can no longer ‘speak’, she gracefully pantomimes her future lines with the help of a pre-recorded CD, which Tai is currently guarding with a baseball bat.

<Tai: “Go ahead, Gomamon. I *dare* you to.”>

<Gomamon*longingly eyeing the only device keeping the play currently running: “ What?”>

<Tai: “You already look guilty!>

<Gomamon: “I haven’t done anything!”>

<Tai: “Ya want the short list or the long?”>

<Gomamon*cheerfully*: “Aw, shucks, Tai! I didn’t know you cared!”>*

Gato: {“Oh, what misfortune have I visited upon myself! My new feet truly burn, just as the witch promised! Now however will I meet my love when I cannot even leave this bed?”}

*She looks toward the opening door. The Yokomon giddily bounces in, a wicker basket balanced on her head*

Yoko: “Yesyesyes! Here’s just the thing! Idle hands are the Devil’s playthings! Now, m’Lady, I brought you some of the finest threads, flosses, and yarns in the Kingdom. I wasn’t sure what you’re preference was, so I’ve brought needles to sew and knit, hooks to crochet at tat, these absolutely *darling* thread cutters-look it’s a flower but inside is a tiny blade! Wondrous!”

*As the pink bulb prattles on, pulling out item after item from the surprisingly small basket, Gatomon stares, a skein of pink bouclé yarn in her paws*

Gato: {“What is this stuff? It feels like the new coral tips that bloomed outside my window during the summer tides. Oh-Oh! My sisters! I miss you so! How I need your guidance!”}

*She begins to sob into the fuzzy yarn*

Yoko: “Oh! Ma’am! What have I done? Do my selections displease you? Perhaps Yarn is not your thing. Do you prefer beadwork? Painting? Music?”

*At the word ‘music’, Gatomon sobs harder, reminded of singing with her sisters. Both girls are startled as Veemon tumbles through the door, screaming*

<Matt*horrified*: “Gabumon!”>

<Gabumon: “He insulted Palmon!”>

<Matt: “He was telling *you* to move your big tail! *YOU* were blocking the door!!!”>

<Gabumon*contrite*: “Ohh.”>

<Palmon: “Aw! Aren’t you the sweetest! Defending me like that!>

*She smooches him as Matt simply has an aneurysm

OS, the trio take a moment to collect themselves*

Vee: “Uh, I do beg thine pardon, good maidens. I, uh, I, um...simplywantedtoseehowthingsweregoing!”

Yoko*almost misses her cue with his hurried line*: “My Prince! I-we did not expect your presence!”

Vee*preening and posturing in front of them*: “Well, Normally I have such a busy schedule, listening to the woes of the good townsfolk, fairly judging their ills and joys. Or perhaps inspiring my armies’ faith with a brilliant strategy or two!’

Yoko: “I was led to believe my Prince wasn’t allowed into the barracks anymore after the Caramel incident?”

Vee*clearly deflated*: “Er, well, yes, that’s true. But I can still strategize!”

*Both girls sweatdrop and bow their heads*

Yoko: “Y-Yes, my Prince!”

Vee*mollified*: “Well, anyways, I wanted to check up on the maiden who was swept in from the sea. I see she is awake for this meeting. What is thine name, Fair Maid? And from whence do you come?”

Yoko: ‘Oh, my lord! Alas, her ordeals must have been tremulous indeed, for the trauma has left her mute!”

Vee: “I see. Is she literate?”

Yoko: “Her writing consist of indecipherable code, sire.”

Vee: “Perhaps she is of too little mind to be able to write properly...”

*Gatomon hurls a ball of yellow yarn at his head*

Gato: {“Do not dare to speak that way about me! And most certainly not to my face! for this abuse I spared you death?!”}

Vee*bowing apologetically*: “ I fear I have offended. I apologize, my good lady. Of course you have intelligence.”

*Gato, mollified, preens her fur*

Vee*smitten*: “Oh, fine lady, if only we could converse-but what says we need words? Tell me, do you’re people make their living on the sea?”

Gato*nodding*: {“Boy, you have *no* idea.”}

Vee: “Have you ever found yourself near, say, the Pinnacle of the Beast?”

*She nods again*

Vee*getting excited*: “I see, I see! And where you there, perchance, a-”

Pata*OS*: “Elvis! ELVIS! You had better not be where I think you are!!”

*Veemon’s eyes widen in horror*

Vee: “Hide me! She’ll kill me!”

*Gatomon pantomimes him to hang outside the window, which he does, just as Patamon storms in like a lioness about corner a wounded gazelle. Gatomon and the yokomon try to arrange themselves as the picture of innocence*

Pata: “Well? Where Is He?!”

Yoko*looking as if she’s about to wet herself*: “W-w-who, Your Grace?”

Pata*to Gatomon*: “You know perfectly well who, you little hussy! Where is my brother! Harpy! It was your plan all along to destroy my family name, wasn’t it!”

Yoko: “My Lady! You speak too harshly! The Prince is not to be found in *this* room, I assure you!”

*Gatomon nods vigorously as Patamon opens and slams shut every door, peers under the bed, paws through the hamper, and even peeks in the chamberpot. Both girls hold the breath as Patamon heads toward the window...*

Yoko: “Princess Ingred! I believe I just saw the Prince!”

Pata: “You did?! Where!”

Yoko: “I believe I just saw him pass in the hall!”

Pata: “The hall?”

Yoko: “Yes! And he seemed to be in a hurry!”

Pata*eyes a-glow*: “<gasp!> Could he have followed up on King Macaroon’s generous offer?!”

*Giddly, he runs off, calling sweetly for the Prince. The duo slumps back against the pillows in relief*

Vee: “Hey! A little help here?!”

*Gatomon rushes to the window, straining to pull the blue dragon through*

Vee: “Boy, I thought she’d never leave!”

<Agu*rubbing his shoulders where Veemon had been standing*: “Boy, me either! Davis really *does* feed him too much!”>

Vee: “I thank thee, kind maid, for thine discretion. I owe thee a great boon!” *sidling up to the nightgown clad cat* “So, ya wanna go fer a walk, toots?”
-:-

this is where i should’ve ended it before...i realized it wouldn’t have made sense to start the next scene with the pata-freak out. poor veemon. he’s not chubby, just compact!