Hi! Sorry for the way late introduction! This is my entry for this year's YGO Big Bang. This is actually a repost of the one from ao3, under ThatRandomFan. I hope you all like it.

For the guest who reviewed: Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it ^^

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"I know what you want," the sea-with said; "it is very stupid of you, but you shall have your way, and it will bring you to sorrow, my pretty princess."

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"Now that that's settled, any suggestions for what we should perform?"

The entire guild decided to eat out for lunch before starting the official meeting to celebrate Bakura's soon-to-happen wedding. Of course, they all made Pegasus pay for it. The man didn't mind though, he simply said 'So long as my children are happy then so am I.' The subtle implication that no one could truly pay for the five-star food in front of them was graciously ignored by everyone at the table. Instead, most of them teased him for being sappy; some ignored him in favor of doing something else. Bakura, for example, used this time to seek out Malik to ask just what happened to him earlier when he gave his announcement. Unfortunately, Malik's attention seemed to be monopolized by Mazaki today seeing as those two couldn't seem to get enough of each other. Ever since the guild left the theater to eat, the pair has stuck with each other, talking about only god knows what.

Bakura didn't mind all that much though, about time his best friend got himself a girlfriend. 'Not that Mazaki is the best candidate for that seeing as she's still pining for that shorty Mutou.' He snorted at the thought before shaking his head and continuing his reverie. Seriously, Bakura had been secretly insecure of Malik's uncanny ability to attract everyone. Men, women, Malik had fans everywhere for god's sake. It was annoying how he wouldn't just take one already and call them his lover. Every single time someone mustered up the courage to confess to him, he politely rejected them, claiming to be waiting for someone. Bullshit. Bakura has been with him ever since highschool and not once did he ever see Malik show any attraction to anyone. At all. He supposed it could be someone back from Egypt but given Malik's feelings towards his homeland, that was probably wrong too. Figuring that maybe his friend was merely using that as an excuse for people to leave him alone, he decided to roll along with it. Over and over, Bakura told him that the one he was waiting for wasn't coming anymore, even if Bakura was starting to have doubts about this person's existence due to how much Malik vehemently denied his accusations. And yet when all had been said and done, Malik would just smile covertly at him as if he was an idiot. 'I guess I'll be alone forever then, won't I Bakura?' And he dared to call him the stupid one, ha!

Sighing to himself, Bakura forced himself to focus on the flamboyant man who was once again behind the podium. Yes, they were once again back in the theater, discussing what to do for the last show of the season, and for Bakura, the last performance of his life. His fiancée, simple girl that she was, wished for a quiet, domestic life—a life Bakura could never give her so long as he was part of this industry. While not as dazzling as its counterpart, the theater still earned him his fair share of fans.

Bakura loved his fans. No, really. He loved them a lot, but sometimes, they could sure as hell be scary. One time they sent him a love letter for Valentine's Day and it was written in their blood. Suffice to say he and Malik barricaded themselves within their dorm room for three days, watching Hitchcock films non-stop in order to forget what happened, until Mazaki came to console them. 'With fans like that…' He shuddered at the thought of what some of his fans would do to his fiancée should they find out about her identity. Maybe he should have asked Malik how he kept his fans at bay; they were some of the most well-mannered fans he had ever seen. It was amazing.

Sighing once more, Bakura slumped on his seat, still making sure to keep a lookout for Malik. Ever since they came back, his cohort had remained elusive to Bakura.

This meeting would have been better with Malik. He scowled as he glared at Anzu with his arms crossed.

Anzu felt a shiver crawl up her spine as she stood up to say her suggestion. Shrugging it off as the breeze the air conditioner behind her made, she ignored everyone's stares as she spoke. "I think we should do our personal rendition of the original Little Mermaid." She then walked up to the stage to hand over Pegasus her notes. "I already figured out the best actors for the main cast along with our story's outline."

Pegasus merely blinked at her, surprised by Anzu's sudden subtle but demanding tone. He had watched his children grow and mature through the years, and he was pretty sure that Anzu had grown out of her "demanding tone" phase along with Bakura's thieving tendencies years ago. Huh, surprise, surprise he supposed. He finally managed to get back his composure and laughed. "Well you're oddly prepared."

"Not really, Malik kinda helped me with it a little."

He merely hummed and paused when he read the story's synopsis. "…Isn't this from the novel you've been writing?"

"…Would that be a problem?" she asked with a guilty smile and tinted cheeks, her bravado from before seemingly disappearing into thin air.

He shook his head and patted her head. "Of course not; however, would it really be all right with you? I was under the impression that you were going to publish this."

Anzu shrugged and grinned at her mentor.

With a shake of his head, Pegasus browsed her notes, nodding to show his understanding.

The silence that followed was filled with anxious energy. Everyone waited with baited breath over Pegasus' verdict of their new play. Disappointing as it was, most were thinking of Disney's Little Mermaid when Anzu suggested her idea. What exactly was the original version? Was there a secret version of it? If so, how could they get their hands on it? And the most important question of them all, were they going to sing?

The guild members were all gifted with their own individual talents thereby creating a diversely talented community, a fact that everyone in the room could be proud of. Unfortunately, the ones who were truly gifted with music and the art of singing were only a handful of them. Kind of ironic seeing as how the theater's first act when it was established was a musical. Save for Bakura, with his melodic tenor, and Malik, with his impressive dual-tone ability ("For the last time, it is called countertenor!" a voice that oddly sounded like Pegasus rang in their ears), the members really couldn't remember anyone else singing onstage during a performance. Well, the seniors could remember some but they weren't members anymore so...

"Hm, this is really well thought out… I like it!" Pegasus exclaimed, "This will be our story for the play."

Everyone gulped simultaneously.

"…Does it mean we have to start practicing singing soon?"

"What?"

"What?"