Me: Okay... Here we go... I got this idea the other night from watching The
Hunchback of Notre Dame...
YGO Chars.: WHAT?!?!
Me: I know... Where did that come from? Well, at first this was going to be a fic to take place in Egypt, BUT I decided that some things couldn't take place in Egypt so it became a late 1500s to early 1600s fic!
Seto: O...kay... But where does the Hunchback movie come in?
Me: Funny you should ask... I was watching the scene where Frollo sings about Esmerelda and how he's basically lusting after her... You know, the Hell Fire song... And I thought about how Seto here was the high priest in ancient Egypt and wouldn't it be cool to have him do a really creepy variation of that song--
Seto: WHAT?!?!?!?!
Seto fans: *pelt ripe melons at Me*
Me: Hey, hey, I'm as much of a Seto fan as anyone... or was... whatever... But the thing is, he would be really great singing that song... So, suddenly, Kaiba-boy's a Catholic priest, Isis is an actress/dancer in an acting troupe, Yami is a well-to-do gentleman, and Bakura (as always) PLAYS THE TAMBOURINE!!!!
All: *sweat*
Me: So, I know you're thinking that the whole story is going to be like Hunchback but that's just where I got my inspiration... And who knows? Maybe Kaiba'll get that song... I might make this a musical, since those tend to be much fun. I hope you all like this even though it's sort of weird... Besides, cut me a little slack. I learned about a bunch of this stuff in class BUT I also RESEARCHED some things SPECIFICALLY for this fic!!! So help me out a little, please?
All: -_-....Who am I this time?
Me: *hands out scripts*
Bakura: *in reference to the character he plays in the acting troupe* Yay! o
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The year was fifteen-hundred and ninety-five corresponding to the years of our Lord's birth and death respectively. The Virgin Queen had reigned in fair England for 37 of these years, and the country thrived. The greatest generations of playwrights, poets, free-thinkers, artists, philosophers, scientists, and the like were among this time, clinging to their new ideas and shooting into the sky as stars when they were discovered. Beauty was for all to behold in the Elizabethan era. It is this time (the year fifteen- hundred and ninety-five) that our story takes place.
In the center of the buzzing city of London, an acting troupe was entertaining an audience. Upon the stage was a young man, shaggy blonde hair dipping over his chocolate eyes. He threw his arms in the air and embraced a tanned woman in a long, flowing gown. They kissed passionately while a man in a harlequin mask danced about with a tambourine. The audience cheered as the entire cast emerged from backstage to take a bow. London was such a wonderful town, home to most of them, and a good substitute for the rest. Their faces flushed from the thrill of performing, they performed encores for some time until it was late noon and time for a sort of lunch.
Harlequin removed his mask to reveal a mess of snow-white locks and a lopsided grin. His coca-dusted eyes scanned the others as he flopped down beside the tanned young woman.
"I would have to say that we have yet to give a better performance!" His hand raised in the air, his long fingers wrapped around a small glass of wine. "To us!"
"To us!" came the laughing reply.
"I cannot say that I enjoy that play as much as 'Pantaloon Must Be Wed'... At least in that one I have more lines..." Identical the white-haired harlequin, this was from the boy sitting atop a prop box while he chewed his food thoughtfully.
"Come now, Ryou..." The harlequin answered. "It is Perrot, after all, who saves the lovers in the end..."
"So it is true..." sighed Ryou. "Though, this performance did without a doubt belong to Isis!"
The blue-eyed woman looked up from her lunch and a smile spread across her tanned face. "Do you really think so?"
"Of course!" laughed the harlequin. "You must have caused four encores alone! It must be your charm and wild beauty!"
"Had I not known you for many years," scoffed Isis, "and were you not my friend, I would find it just to strike you for that, Bakura!"
"So you do not wish to hear of your assets... Ha... Some woman you are!" Bakura sneered back.
She laughed good-naturedly. "I was nothing without Joey." She turned to the man who had played as her lover. "Thank you for taking on the role."
"No problem, Isis! Say da word and I'm your man!" The blonde boy called Joey replied cheekily. (Note: I can't imagine him without his New York accent...)
Bakura the harlequin sighed as he reclined against the troupe's carriage. "All in all, a magnificent performance is a magnificent performance..." He reached over and threw an arm about Isis's shoulders. She smiled warmly up at him until she heard a woman's voice come from somewhere nearby. The voice was pinched and her words stung.
"Another acting troupe... So, this one only has one woman. How DOES she manage, with all those men and all?"
"Oh, Marie, please... We both know exactly how she... 'manages'..." The two fluttered off, cackling witches beneath the flare of beauty and grace.
Isis hung her head but tried not to let the others see. All her life, she had heard that the stage was no place for a respectable lady. And she supposed it was true. But the allure of the crowd, the thrill of masquerading as someone else, the smell of the face paint and the feel of the costumes... She could not let go of the need to be whirling about gracefully on a stage. Who had wanted to be a respectable lady anyhow? But Isis's reputation was what suffered. Greatly. The elaborate stages where the great William Shakespeare's plays were aptly performed did not allow women to grace their planks, but with this traveling theatre troupe, who could stop her? 'They needed her, and she needed them,' her good friend, Bakura, had convinced her.
But though the lure of the theatre was great, she could not help knowing what the other women and men thought of her. She was the only female in the troupe, young, fair, and without a husband. Thus, her reputation was slightly disreputable. But she had not proved that reputation true, not yet. The men among her in this troupe were but friends, nothing more.
"Hey, Bakura..." Joey threw a glance at the other man. "Do ya think maybe I could play da harlequin next time?"
"Of course..." Bakura mused, then smiled wickedly. "learn to memorize lines and I shall give up my spot in a pinch!"
Joey threw what was left of his lunch at the white-haired boy. The harlequin ducked.
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Me: Well, what do you think? This is only one of the little groups of people...
Yami: She's making everyone wait to see Kaiba as a priest.
Kaiba: Whatever the case, I shall be one sexy ass priest!!!
Me: *rolls eyes* Oh, Seto, you only add fuel to the fire... Please review all... It will bring more chapters of this insanity...
YGO Chars.: WHAT?!?!
Me: I know... Where did that come from? Well, at first this was going to be a fic to take place in Egypt, BUT I decided that some things couldn't take place in Egypt so it became a late 1500s to early 1600s fic!
Seto: O...kay... But where does the Hunchback movie come in?
Me: Funny you should ask... I was watching the scene where Frollo sings about Esmerelda and how he's basically lusting after her... You know, the Hell Fire song... And I thought about how Seto here was the high priest in ancient Egypt and wouldn't it be cool to have him do a really creepy variation of that song--
Seto: WHAT?!?!?!?!
Seto fans: *pelt ripe melons at Me*
Me: Hey, hey, I'm as much of a Seto fan as anyone... or was... whatever... But the thing is, he would be really great singing that song... So, suddenly, Kaiba-boy's a Catholic priest, Isis is an actress/dancer in an acting troupe, Yami is a well-to-do gentleman, and Bakura (as always) PLAYS THE TAMBOURINE!!!!
All: *sweat*
Me: So, I know you're thinking that the whole story is going to be like Hunchback but that's just where I got my inspiration... And who knows? Maybe Kaiba'll get that song... I might make this a musical, since those tend to be much fun. I hope you all like this even though it's sort of weird... Besides, cut me a little slack. I learned about a bunch of this stuff in class BUT I also RESEARCHED some things SPECIFICALLY for this fic!!! So help me out a little, please?
All: -_-....Who am I this time?
Me: *hands out scripts*
Bakura: *in reference to the character he plays in the acting troupe* Yay! o
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The year was fifteen-hundred and ninety-five corresponding to the years of our Lord's birth and death respectively. The Virgin Queen had reigned in fair England for 37 of these years, and the country thrived. The greatest generations of playwrights, poets, free-thinkers, artists, philosophers, scientists, and the like were among this time, clinging to their new ideas and shooting into the sky as stars when they were discovered. Beauty was for all to behold in the Elizabethan era. It is this time (the year fifteen- hundred and ninety-five) that our story takes place.
In the center of the buzzing city of London, an acting troupe was entertaining an audience. Upon the stage was a young man, shaggy blonde hair dipping over his chocolate eyes. He threw his arms in the air and embraced a tanned woman in a long, flowing gown. They kissed passionately while a man in a harlequin mask danced about with a tambourine. The audience cheered as the entire cast emerged from backstage to take a bow. London was such a wonderful town, home to most of them, and a good substitute for the rest. Their faces flushed from the thrill of performing, they performed encores for some time until it was late noon and time for a sort of lunch.
Harlequin removed his mask to reveal a mess of snow-white locks and a lopsided grin. His coca-dusted eyes scanned the others as he flopped down beside the tanned young woman.
"I would have to say that we have yet to give a better performance!" His hand raised in the air, his long fingers wrapped around a small glass of wine. "To us!"
"To us!" came the laughing reply.
"I cannot say that I enjoy that play as much as 'Pantaloon Must Be Wed'... At least in that one I have more lines..." Identical the white-haired harlequin, this was from the boy sitting atop a prop box while he chewed his food thoughtfully.
"Come now, Ryou..." The harlequin answered. "It is Perrot, after all, who saves the lovers in the end..."
"So it is true..." sighed Ryou. "Though, this performance did without a doubt belong to Isis!"
The blue-eyed woman looked up from her lunch and a smile spread across her tanned face. "Do you really think so?"
"Of course!" laughed the harlequin. "You must have caused four encores alone! It must be your charm and wild beauty!"
"Had I not known you for many years," scoffed Isis, "and were you not my friend, I would find it just to strike you for that, Bakura!"
"So you do not wish to hear of your assets... Ha... Some woman you are!" Bakura sneered back.
She laughed good-naturedly. "I was nothing without Joey." She turned to the man who had played as her lover. "Thank you for taking on the role."
"No problem, Isis! Say da word and I'm your man!" The blonde boy called Joey replied cheekily. (Note: I can't imagine him without his New York accent...)
Bakura the harlequin sighed as he reclined against the troupe's carriage. "All in all, a magnificent performance is a magnificent performance..." He reached over and threw an arm about Isis's shoulders. She smiled warmly up at him until she heard a woman's voice come from somewhere nearby. The voice was pinched and her words stung.
"Another acting troupe... So, this one only has one woman. How DOES she manage, with all those men and all?"
"Oh, Marie, please... We both know exactly how she... 'manages'..." The two fluttered off, cackling witches beneath the flare of beauty and grace.
Isis hung her head but tried not to let the others see. All her life, she had heard that the stage was no place for a respectable lady. And she supposed it was true. But the allure of the crowd, the thrill of masquerading as someone else, the smell of the face paint and the feel of the costumes... She could not let go of the need to be whirling about gracefully on a stage. Who had wanted to be a respectable lady anyhow? But Isis's reputation was what suffered. Greatly. The elaborate stages where the great William Shakespeare's plays were aptly performed did not allow women to grace their planks, but with this traveling theatre troupe, who could stop her? 'They needed her, and she needed them,' her good friend, Bakura, had convinced her.
But though the lure of the theatre was great, she could not help knowing what the other women and men thought of her. She was the only female in the troupe, young, fair, and without a husband. Thus, her reputation was slightly disreputable. But she had not proved that reputation true, not yet. The men among her in this troupe were but friends, nothing more.
"Hey, Bakura..." Joey threw a glance at the other man. "Do ya think maybe I could play da harlequin next time?"
"Of course..." Bakura mused, then smiled wickedly. "learn to memorize lines and I shall give up my spot in a pinch!"
Joey threw what was left of his lunch at the white-haired boy. The harlequin ducked.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Me: Well, what do you think? This is only one of the little groups of people...
Yami: She's making everyone wait to see Kaiba as a priest.
Kaiba: Whatever the case, I shall be one sexy ass priest!!!
Me: *rolls eyes* Oh, Seto, you only add fuel to the fire... Please review all... It will bring more chapters of this insanity...