YSF: What happens when you listen to the phantom of the opera soundtrack while doing something that has to do with Yugioh? This AU fic. Basically, I'm trying this out. I'm not sure if this is good, but you have to work with me. I'm kinda stressed from finals.
Yami: and that's bad.
YSF: Yep! Yami, will you do the disclaimer for me?
Yami: sigh YSF doesn't own Yugioh or the phantom of the opera. All she owns is the 120 Yugioh pics that are on her wall mumbles and 57 are of me
YSF: ; I'm obsessed, so what?
Summary- a modern day version of the phantom of the opera, where the Yugioh characters are descendants of the original people. Mostly takes place in first person P.O.V. Bakura/OC Yami/OC
My name is Bakura. I'm 17 years old.
That's it. No last name… at least, not that I remember. Why don't I have a last name? Well, do you know the legend of the phantom of the opera, who fell in love with a girl who he tutored in singing, but then she broke his heart? Well, it's not a legend. The "phantom" is my great-great-grandfather, or if I got it wrong, my grandfather's grandfather.
Apparently, my…ancestor found someone else, had my great-grandfather, who was normal looking. Then he had my grandfather, who was like the original phantom (deformed face). He found someone who had my father, normal, who had me who has half of a normal face, half of a scrunched up-twisted-gruesome face of which I prefer to cover with a mask. On a side note, I think I look rather handsome with my mask covering the gruesome half of my face. I chose not to be scorned by the outside world, but to live in my ancestor's dwelling (I have the same love for music as he did), far below the old theater, that's still in use where I can listen to music to my heart's desire. (The owners are used to me appearing in the auditorium sometimes)
Of course I'm not alone. I have a brother two years younger than me named Ryou. We look sort of alike if you overlook the fact that he's normal and I'm not. We have the same hair, and same eye color, except that his eyes are wider and more innocent than mine are.
Ryou also lives in the highest level of the basement right under the stage, but of course comes to visit me daily. He's the only one who isn't afraid of me, and knows where all of my booby traps that I have placed to keep people away are. Anywise, I've rambled on for far too long about my past and background even though it would do you well to remember it all for this is my story and how it came to be very similar to that of my great-great-grandfather's.
YSF: short, yes, but I had to start it off. Please tell me what you think, so I can continue it. I won't do this story, unless I have 2 or more people wanting me to continue. So please review and tell me what you think.
