Taki Fanfiction Parody
Okay. Usually I hate posting stuff I write for all to see but this was silly enough for me to subject to all of you. Written last night at about 11:00pm after a long day.
I wrote Taki fic. You all love Taki. I know he's MY favorite character.
Title: How Taki Stole Tennis
Author: nickelodeon (Though I might deny it.)
Characters: Taki and Hyoutei
Rating: G
Warnings: Imperfect Rhyming. Taki. Don't read this.
Every boy down in Hyoutei liked tennis a lot...
But one boy, who picked up balls in Hyoutei, did NOT!
Taki hated tennis! The whole tennis season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his hair wasn't drawn on just right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that taken a great fall.
Shishido Ryou had beaten him then,
He was kicked off the team, not to rise again
Staring out from the stands with a sour, bitter scowl,
At the regulars wiping clear their sweat with a towel.
For he knew every regular in Hyoutei and all,
Were busy now, returning each ball.
"And they're training real hard!" he snarled with a sneer,
"Soon will be Nationals! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his freakish hair graying,
"I MUST find some way to stop Hyoutei from playing!"
For tomorrow, he knew, all the regular boys,
Would wake bright and early. They'd make quite a noise!
And then! Oh, the fame! Oh, the fame!
Fame! Fame! Fame!
That's one thing he hated! The FAME!
FAME! FAME! FAME!
All the boys, tall and short, would brag of their feat.
And they'd talk! And they'd joke! And they'd laugh at defeat!
LAUGH! LAUGH! LAUGH!
They would cheer on each other, and boo who they play.
Singing real loud; “Katsu no wa Hyoutei!”
And THEN they'd do something he liked least of all!
Every boy part of Hyoutei, the good and the bad,
Would act as though tennis was all of the fad.
They'd laugh at poor Taki, his regular spot shot!
They'd talk of the times where they needed him not!
And the more Taki thought of this de-Hyoutei-ing,
The more Taki thought, "I must stop this whole thing!"
"Why, for three years I've picked up all their balls!"
"I MUST stop Nationals from coming! But HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
TAKI GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" Taki laughed as he sat.
And he grabbed a team coat and a Shishido hat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Hyoutei trick!"
"With this coat and this hat, I look just like that prick!"
"All I need is a racquet..." Taki looked around.
Though, since racquets aren’t scarce, there was tons to be found.
THEN he put on a band-aid that he found on the shelf,
“No one will know the difference! I even fool myself.”
Then Taki said, "Geki!" And started outside,
Where all of the players were practicing their stride.
The court was so hot. It reflected the heat.
All the boys playing on Hyoutei seemed visibly beat.
"They’re too hot to notice," the ol’ Shishi-ki hissed,
And he strode onto the court, a racquet in his fist.
Then he slid into line. Hoping no one would see.
That now instead of one, there were five Shishidos, minus three.
Atobe faltered a bit, for a moment or two.
Then he smirked to himself, if only he knew.
All the regular boys, they stood in a row.
"These players," he grinned, "are the first ones to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with his unearned Hyoutei jacket,
Around the whole court, and he took every racquet!
Grip tape! And sneakers! Towels! The balls!
Waterbottles! Sweatbands! The lockers on walls!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then Taki, going quite fast,
Began on his goal to out the Hyoutei cast!
Then he slunk to Gakuto. The first on his list!
He was so short! He wouldn’t be missed!
He took out the player as quick as a flash.
Nothing could help him, even Momo’s Dunk Smash!
Next on his list was the real Shishido.
"You steal my spot on the team, you have GOT to go.”
And Taki grabbed Shishido, and he started to shove,
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a tall teen,
Little Ootori Choutarou, Taki had been seen!
Taki had been caught by this massive sophomore,
Who was looking for his partner for tennis and something more.
He stared at Taki and said, "Shishido, why,”
"Why are you taking our tennis supplies? Why?"
But, you know, that Taki was so smart and so slick,
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet Choutarou," the fake Shishido felt trapped,
"There's a string on this racquet, it’s broken and snapped."
"So I'm taking it to the sports store that’s near."
"They’ll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the boy. Though I’m not quite sure why,
Ootori Choutarou shrugged and said “bye”.
And when Ootori Choutarou was out of range of sound,
Taki went up to Shishido and gave his head a pound!
The last thing he saw was his head hit the ground.
Then he took the boy’s feet and he dragged him around.
On the courts, he left nothing but paint and some sand.
And the only thing left was the referee stand,
It was quarter past three when the other boys came,
But for now Taki laughed, it was really a shame.
Packed up with their racquets! Their grip tape! Their balls!
The acrobat! The dasher! Taki wanted them all!
Forty feet up! Up the side of the stands,
He climbed with his load, there would be no more fans!
"Poopoo to Hyoutei!" he was silently humming.
"They're finding out now that no Nationals are coming!"
"They're just coming out! I know just what they'll do!"
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
Then the boys out on Hyoutei will all cry boohoo!"
"That's a noise," grinned Taki, "That I simply MUST hear!"
So he paused. And Taki put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the court.
It started in low. And it made Taki snort.
The sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at Hyoutei! Taki popped his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every student in Hyoutei, the tall and the small,
Was cheering! Without any tennis at all!
HYOUTEI! HYOUTEI! HYOUTEI!
He HADN'T stopped tennis from coming! IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And Taki, that boy, he clenched tight his fist,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "Why would it be this?"
"It came with out racquets! It came without balls!"
"It came without grip tape, sweatbands or games!"
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then Taki thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe tennis," he thought, "isn’t vital to play."
"Maybe tennis...perhaps...is a little more gay!"
And what happened then? Well...in Hyoutei they say,
That Taki got over his angst and he unpacked his sack
“But this doesn’t mean…” said Atobe. “That you have your spot back.”
Credit to: How the Grinch Stole Christmas by Dr. Suess.
I wrote Taki fic. You all love Taki. I know he's MY favorite character.
Title: How Taki Stole Tennis
Author: nickelodeon (Though I might deny it.)
Characters: Taki and Hyoutei
Rating: G
Warnings: Imperfect Rhyming. Taki. Don't read this.
Every boy down in Hyoutei liked tennis a lot...
But one boy, who picked up balls in Hyoutei, did NOT!
Taki hated tennis! The whole tennis season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his hair wasn't drawn on just right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that taken a great fall.
Shishido Ryou had beaten him then,
He was kicked off the team, not to rise again
Staring out from the stands with a sour, bitter scowl,
At the regulars wiping clear their sweat with a towel.
For he knew every regular in Hyoutei and all,
Were busy now, returning each ball.
"And they're training real hard!" he snarled with a sneer,
"Soon will be Nationals! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his freakish hair graying,
"I MUST find some way to stop Hyoutei from playing!"
For tomorrow, he knew, all the regular boys,
Would wake bright and early. They'd make quite a noise!
And then! Oh, the fame! Oh, the fame!
Fame! Fame! Fame!
That's one thing he hated! The FAME!
FAME! FAME! FAME!
All the boys, tall and short, would brag of their feat.
And they'd talk! And they'd joke! And they'd laugh at defeat!
LAUGH! LAUGH! LAUGH!
They would cheer on each other, and boo who they play.
Singing real loud; “Katsu no wa Hyoutei!”
And THEN they'd do something he liked least of all!
Every boy part of Hyoutei, the good and the bad,
Would act as though tennis was all of the fad.
They'd laugh at poor Taki, his regular spot shot!
They'd talk of the times where they needed him not!
And the more Taki thought of this de-Hyoutei-ing,
The more Taki thought, "I must stop this whole thing!"
"Why, for three years I've picked up all their balls!"
"I MUST stop Nationals from coming! But HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
TAKI GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" Taki laughed as he sat.
And he grabbed a team coat and a Shishido hat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Hyoutei trick!"
"With this coat and this hat, I look just like that prick!"
"All I need is a racquet..." Taki looked around.
Though, since racquets aren’t scarce, there was tons to be found.
THEN he put on a band-aid that he found on the shelf,
“No one will know the difference! I even fool myself.”
Then Taki said, "Geki!" And started outside,
Where all of the players were practicing their stride.
The court was so hot. It reflected the heat.
All the boys playing on Hyoutei seemed visibly beat.
"They’re too hot to notice," the ol’ Shishi-ki hissed,
And he strode onto the court, a racquet in his fist.
Then he slid into line. Hoping no one would see.
That now instead of one, there were five Shishidos, minus three.
Atobe faltered a bit, for a moment or two.
Then he smirked to himself, if only he knew.
All the regular boys, they stood in a row.
"These players," he grinned, "are the first ones to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with his unearned Hyoutei jacket,
Around the whole court, and he took every racquet!
Grip tape! And sneakers! Towels! The balls!
Waterbottles! Sweatbands! The lockers on walls!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then Taki, going quite fast,
Began on his goal to out the Hyoutei cast!
Then he slunk to Gakuto. The first on his list!
He was so short! He wouldn’t be missed!
He took out the player as quick as a flash.
Nothing could help him, even Momo’s Dunk Smash!
Next on his list was the real Shishido.
"You steal my spot on the team, you have GOT to go.”
And Taki grabbed Shishido, and he started to shove,
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a tall teen,
Little Ootori Choutarou, Taki had been seen!
Taki had been caught by this massive sophomore,
Who was looking for his partner for tennis and something more.
He stared at Taki and said, "Shishido, why,”
"Why are you taking our tennis supplies? Why?"
But, you know, that Taki was so smart and so slick,
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet Choutarou," the fake Shishido felt trapped,
"There's a string on this racquet, it’s broken and snapped."
"So I'm taking it to the sports store that’s near."
"They’ll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the boy. Though I’m not quite sure why,
Ootori Choutarou shrugged and said “bye”.
And when Ootori Choutarou was out of range of sound,
Taki went up to Shishido and gave his head a pound!
The last thing he saw was his head hit the ground.
Then he took the boy’s feet and he dragged him around.
On the courts, he left nothing but paint and some sand.
And the only thing left was the referee stand,
It was quarter past three when the other boys came,
But for now Taki laughed, it was really a shame.
Packed up with their racquets! Their grip tape! Their balls!
The acrobat! The dasher! Taki wanted them all!
Forty feet up! Up the side of the stands,
He climbed with his load, there would be no more fans!
"Poopoo to Hyoutei!" he was silently humming.
"They're finding out now that no Nationals are coming!"
"They're just coming out! I know just what they'll do!"
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
Then the boys out on Hyoutei will all cry boohoo!"
"That's a noise," grinned Taki, "That I simply MUST hear!"
So he paused. And Taki put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the court.
It started in low. And it made Taki snort.
The sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at Hyoutei! Taki popped his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every student in Hyoutei, the tall and the small,
Was cheering! Without any tennis at all!
HYOUTEI! HYOUTEI! HYOUTEI!
He HADN'T stopped tennis from coming! IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And Taki, that boy, he clenched tight his fist,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "Why would it be this?"
"It came with out racquets! It came without balls!"
"It came without grip tape, sweatbands or games!"
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then Taki thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe tennis," he thought, "isn’t vital to play."
"Maybe tennis...perhaps...is a little more gay!"
And what happened then? Well...in Hyoutei they say,
That Taki got over his angst and he unpacked his sack
“But this doesn’t mean…” said Atobe. “That you have your spot back.”
Credit to: How the Grinch Stole Christmas by Dr. Suess.