A/N: I really wanted to write a parody. I don't know why. I was in a sugar rush from that brownie I ate. Then I got the sudden urge to write something. So here it is. Enjoy!

"TACOS!" Darren screamed at the top of his lungs. Mika stared at him, sighing deeply.

"Now, Darren, we already discussed this," Mika started. "Tacos are not man's best friend. Wolves are." He paused for a second. "Or was it dogs? Honestly, I don't really understand humans. Wolves are freaking AWESOME!"


"SHUT UP DARREN!" Harkat yelled from the hallway. "IT'S ALREADY TWO PM! QUIET DOWN AND GET TO SLEEP!"

Mika nodded in agreement. "Yes, Darren, I completely agree with Harkat's statement- er, outburst. While I highly question his knowing of the time, you should stop screaming tacos and get to sleep. Then again, so should I..." He thought for a moment. "Why am I even taking on the role of therapist anyway? That's Larten's job, isn't it?"

"No! I do not want to have a man-to-man talk with Darren! He only screams tacos, anyway," Mr. Crepsley yelled from somewhere.



"Okay, okay!" Mika shouted, exasperated. "Why don't we get Paris intead, if you're gonna be so rude about it?"

"Great idea!" Then Mr. Crepsley somehow poofed into the room with the stereotypical smoke surrounding him.

Mika coughed, saying, "Why the hell is there so much smoke? And how did you even get in here, anyway?"

"The power of friendship~!" Mr. Crepsley answered.

Mika blinked. "Er... okay then. Now, let's go find the old bastard- uh, Paris and dump Darren on him. He probably wouldn't mind anyway. The guy's a pedophile." They then proceeded to enter the Hall of Princes.

Obviously, the door was closed.

"Larten, open the door. I have my hands full with Darren here," Mika said.



"Er, Mika? I can't."

"Can't what?"

"Open the door."

"Hey, I already told you to do that! Don't order a Prince around! Jerk..." Mika yelled.

Larten sighed in exasperation. "Mika, it is currently impossible for me to open the door."


"Because only Princes can open the door, and if you hadn't yet realized, I am not a Prince."

Mika rolled his eyes. "Psh. This is a fanfiction, and a parody at that. The author will probably ignore that little detail anyway. Plus, even if we do go by the books, then you, Daren and Paris shouldn't even be in this. You guys already died."


"Uh, never mind! Just try to open the door, will you? Darren is trying to eat his foot."



The three of them entered the Hall after Larten somehow managed to open the door. For some odd reason, Paris seemed to be the only one in there. Mika shivered in fear.

The guy really was a pedophile.

"Ah, Darren!" Paris exclaimed, sweeping past Mika and Larten to greet Darren. "What a pleasure to see you here!"

Mika snorted in response. Paris just glared.

Darren blinked, seeming to come back to reality. Noticing the fact that his foot was, for some strange reason, residing in his mouth, he spit it out and asked Paris, "Hey, Paris, I was wondering... well, never mind. It's stupid anyway." Darren blushed.

Paris' face glowed with hope. "What? What is it, Darren? You know you can tell me anything."

"Well, I was just wondering..."


"Well, maybe..."

"What is it?"

"How should I put this..."


"I was wondering of you were THE Paris," Darren quickly replied, closing his eyes in anticipation.


"Well, you know those Greek myths? Like, a really long time ago, the goddess Aphrodite made Helen of Troy fall in love with this guy named Paris, I think... Well, I'm not really sure. There was something about an apple, and then Helen ran off with Paris, and that somehow sparked the Trojan War to life, and... Eh, I forgot. But I REALLY wanna know if you're the Paris from the story."

Paris, meanwhile, was in his Corner of Gloom. Think Tamaki fom Ouran High School Host Club, if you've ever read that.

"Er, Paris?" Mika hesitantly asked. "Are you alright?"

"No... I'm not alright..." Paris mumbled from his corner. "The love of my life asked me if I was some old Greek pervert..."

Larten snorted. "Please. You wouldn't know love if it hit you in the face."

Paris whipped around to reprimand him, but something hit him in the face and fell to the floor. Curious, Paris picked it up and examined it. It was red with glitter and sparkles, heart shape, and in the middle were big letters that spelled "Love". "Hey, what's this? What are these symbols in the middle?" Paris asked.

Larten snorted and whispered to Mika, "Told ya."

Everybody was too preoccupied to notice Darren, who had gone back to screaming tacos.

To be continued... Maybe... I don't know, it depends.

A/N: ...Yeah, don't ask. I was feeling really hyper from that sugar rush and just started to type what first came to mind.

I was obviously thinking about tacos.

So, yes, if you are wondering, I will continue this, but only if you want me to. If you don't want me to, then just slowly back away from the computer and forget this ever existed.

Good day.