AN: I already know how I want to end this story.

Kiku sighed into his cold coffee cup and peered out the window. Nothing was going right. Nothing was going right, and he was going to get in trouble for it! He had to find out how to fix those people. With a swift movement, he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket and started a draft message.

Meet at the theater 2morrow at 3

Simple and to the point. No need for formalities because the receiver was an old friend, and Kiku didn't particularly care about being formal either. He was just glad that he had someone to help him with the new actors.

He sent it and pocketed the phone. With another heaving sigh, he rested his chin on his hand. It would be a very tiring day tomorrow.

"Catch it!" Arthur yelled out.

Alfred turned his head to the man and opened his mouth. He was about to make a retort when a large box crashed into his face. He felt glass shatter against his eyelids and he was fuming. Alfred ran over to Arthur and picked him up by his collar. The first punch of the fight was spared, however, as Kiku opened the door and entered the room.

"Alfred, what are you doing?" Kiku asked with a raised brow. He moved to the two men and pushed both away from each other. "I don't want any fist fights! I don't pay for your healthcare!"

"He's the one who threw the box!" Alfred fumed. He pointed to his eyes. "And what about my glasses? Will you pay for my glasses' healthcare?!"

"Hey- I warned you about it!" Arthur accused. He pointed to Alfred's chest. "And I don't-"

"Please," Kiku stressed, "calm down and shut up. We have a guest." He turned to the door and gestured for someone to come in.

A young man appeared from behind the door and smiled politely. He wore a simple jacket over a black shirt and jeans. His glimmering eyes peeked out of dark brown hair. "Hello. I'm Isaac. I'm an experienced actor. I'll be everyone's acting mentor." He stuck out his hand to Alfred.

Alfred shook Isaac's hand. "Alfred Jones."

"Arthur Kirkland," Arthur introduced. He and Isaac nodded out of approval.

Kiku checked this off of his mind. Now that Isaac and the rest of the group were introducing each other, they were one step closer to bringing this place to succession. Once he could get this over with, he could soon finally achieve his dream. He was careful to keep the grin inside of himself. Regret was only a word to describe things you thought you didn't deserve. But Kiku doesn't think like that. Everything was here for his taking, and he was going to achieve whatever he can even if it means white lies. Besides, everybody was benefiting from this. It wasn't as if he was cheating them.

"Why don't you all go practice onstage for a while?" Kiku suggested. He wanted some time to think by himself. "I'll be brainstorming for a script as you guys are practicing."

The group simultaneously moved backstage to start practice. Kiku instantly fell in a chair and let his breath sigh. He had to start getting serious about this. Writing a script wasn't easy. It was just as difficult as story writing, it had to be unique enough catch the audience's attention while being natural and steady. Kiku muttered to himself about details considering the actors.

He had met up with every single actor and watched their auditions. All of them seemed either good at acting or decent. It was almost bizarre how this many actors wanted to be hired right after the theater had been shut down. You'd think that the news of a famous theater would spread quickly, so it seemed strange that so many didn't know about the news.

Kiku rubbed his temples to clear his head. Plot. Plot. Plot. What is the plot? What is plot? Focus, Kiku! Focus! He cursed and let his head fall to his hands. His mind wandered from simple ideas to big ideas then back to small details. Kiku stood up to grab a piece of paper and a pencil. As he picked the tools up he noticed a red apple on the desk.

His other hand grabbed at the apple and lifted it to his face. Who left it here? He chuckled in spite of himself. Maybe someone poisoned it, he thought, placing the apple back down. He cocked his head in inspiration. Poisoned apple... It reminded him of Snow White. His head dipped further and he contemplated the idea.

A sly little grin played its way on his face like a fox. He sat down quickly and started writing. His eyes flickered in excitement behind his ebony bangs. This was an idea he wouldn't regret. And he already thought up a title.

His hands posed over the first line of the paper and he started writing.

Isaac grinned. This was a group of actors full of potential. Lovino raised a brow at him. Was the man going crazy? Isaac clapped his hands. "Alright! Let's start some exercises!"

Snow White and the Poison Prince

AN: But I don't know how it will start.

Super short, but I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review and take some cookies!