Behind the Scenes: Yu-Gi-Oh!
A/N - I had a rather...odd...question bouncing around my off-kilter cerebrum a while back: 'What, exactly, do the Yu-Gi-Oh! cast members do backstage?' Here's my slightly(very) deranged take on it...
Yugi Moto stood on the soundstage, finger pointed at Pegasus across from him, cards in his hand. "I'm no fool, Pegasus, I know what your strategy is!"
The grizzled director shouted through his megaphone, "Cut! Yugi, that was horrible! Cut!"
The short teenager groaned in annoyance and yelled towards the director as he stormed off the stage, "I can't do this scene anymore! We've done it at least forty times! I'll be backstage..."
Yugi slammed the break room door behind him and stomped over to the bar counter. He grabbed his personalized mug off the bar top and poured a steaming cup of herbal tea. His right eye twitched convulsively as he chugged the drink. Setting it down, he muttered to himself, "One of these days...that director is going to limp out of here, with my foot so far up his ass..."
Glancing around the room, he found Joey and walked over to his friend. The blonde had a violin in one hand and the bow in the other. Looking up, he saw Yugi and said, sans accent, " Ah, Yugi! Care to join me in a swift Bach Cantata?"
Yugi just shook his head and walked across the room. As he did, Joey shrugged and began to play his instrument.
The petit actor then found Bakura, headphones on, mouthing something. "What's that?" He inquired, and the white-haired youth held up a CD case without even looking up. "Ludacris," Yugi read aloud, "Word of Mouf." Yugi only raised an eyebrow at the British wigger. He backed away slowly.
He turned around, he saw the Celtic Guardian sitting at a mahogany table with the Summoned Skull, several green bottles between them. The elvish swordsman had a full wine glass in his large hand. He lifted the dark red wine to his lips and took a taste. "Hmm..." The Guardian mused, smacking his lips, "...if I'm not mistaken...1908?"
Summoned Skull looked at the bottle of wine, eyes going wide. "Wow," he grunted hoarsely, "You're good."
A small end table had been placed between two over-stuffed armchairs, currently occupied by Yami Yugi and the Dark Magician. A chessboard and ceramic pieces lay on the table betwixt them. The Magician was playing with black, Yami with white. Yugi's alter-ego took a bishop with his queen. "Your move," he muttered, fingers knitted together under his chin, surveying the board.
Yugi walked over and greeted the two. Yami held up two fingers in a swift wave as he looked up. The Dark Magician didn't even look at the diminutive new arrival and picked up his queen by the crown and knocked over Yami's without his expression changing a fraction.
Yugi stood at Yami's side as piece after piece was taken. Finally, Yami had been boxed in by the skillful wizard, and he tipped over his king with a finger. "You win," grumbled the taller Yugi and reached into his pocket, removed a Dark Magician Girl card and slid it across the table toward his foe. A brief smile flitted across the Magician's features as he tucked the card into his robe.
As all this transpired, the director had came into the rooms, accompanied by two large men, one of them holding an open straight-jacket. He threw it over Yugi, and closed it deftly. "Yugi," the director began in a slow, cautious voice, "These men will take you to a safe place, Yugi. A safe place for anger management classes..." Yugi squirmed violently and the director cowered behind one of the orderlies, "Oh, God, please don't make my skin into pants!"
"Noooooooooooo--" Yugi screamed as he was dragged away by the hulking men.
END!
A/N - I had a rather...odd...question bouncing around my off-kilter cerebrum a while back: 'What, exactly, do the Yu-Gi-Oh! cast members do backstage?' Here's my slightly(very) deranged take on it...
Yugi Moto stood on the soundstage, finger pointed at Pegasus across from him, cards in his hand. "I'm no fool, Pegasus, I know what your strategy is!"
The grizzled director shouted through his megaphone, "Cut! Yugi, that was horrible! Cut!"
The short teenager groaned in annoyance and yelled towards the director as he stormed off the stage, "I can't do this scene anymore! We've done it at least forty times! I'll be backstage..."
Yugi slammed the break room door behind him and stomped over to the bar counter. He grabbed his personalized mug off the bar top and poured a steaming cup of herbal tea. His right eye twitched convulsively as he chugged the drink. Setting it down, he muttered to himself, "One of these days...that director is going to limp out of here, with my foot so far up his ass..."
Glancing around the room, he found Joey and walked over to his friend. The blonde had a violin in one hand and the bow in the other. Looking up, he saw Yugi and said, sans accent, " Ah, Yugi! Care to join me in a swift Bach Cantata?"
Yugi just shook his head and walked across the room. As he did, Joey shrugged and began to play his instrument.
The petit actor then found Bakura, headphones on, mouthing something. "What's that?" He inquired, and the white-haired youth held up a CD case without even looking up. "Ludacris," Yugi read aloud, "Word of Mouf." Yugi only raised an eyebrow at the British wigger. He backed away slowly.
He turned around, he saw the Celtic Guardian sitting at a mahogany table with the Summoned Skull, several green bottles between them. The elvish swordsman had a full wine glass in his large hand. He lifted the dark red wine to his lips and took a taste. "Hmm..." The Guardian mused, smacking his lips, "...if I'm not mistaken...1908?"
Summoned Skull looked at the bottle of wine, eyes going wide. "Wow," he grunted hoarsely, "You're good."
A small end table had been placed between two over-stuffed armchairs, currently occupied by Yami Yugi and the Dark Magician. A chessboard and ceramic pieces lay on the table betwixt them. The Magician was playing with black, Yami with white. Yugi's alter-ego took a bishop with his queen. "Your move," he muttered, fingers knitted together under his chin, surveying the board.
Yugi walked over and greeted the two. Yami held up two fingers in a swift wave as he looked up. The Dark Magician didn't even look at the diminutive new arrival and picked up his queen by the crown and knocked over Yami's without his expression changing a fraction.
Yugi stood at Yami's side as piece after piece was taken. Finally, Yami had been boxed in by the skillful wizard, and he tipped over his king with a finger. "You win," grumbled the taller Yugi and reached into his pocket, removed a Dark Magician Girl card and slid it across the table toward his foe. A brief smile flitted across the Magician's features as he tucked the card into his robe.
As all this transpired, the director had came into the rooms, accompanied by two large men, one of them holding an open straight-jacket. He threw it over Yugi, and closed it deftly. "Yugi," the director began in a slow, cautious voice, "These men will take you to a safe place, Yugi. A safe place for anger management classes..." Yugi squirmed violently and the director cowered behind one of the orderlies, "Oh, God, please don't make my skin into pants!"
"Noooooooooooo--" Yugi screamed as he was dragged away by the hulking men.
END!
