A/N: Hey again everyone! I'd just like to thank all the reviewers for their kind words on the last chapter! I appreciate it! Keep them coming and I'll be encouraged to write more!

I'd just like to point out my success in getting the productions actual script, it was horrible to try and find

Now onward to the next chapter and hopefully this'll be a bit more interesting.

Disclaim ownership for both Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, also yugioh!

Info to know:

Marik Ishtar= Hikari


This Is The Moment

For all these years,
I've faced the world alone,
And now the time has come
To prove to them I've made it on my own!- Dr Henry Jekyll


I woke up the next morning similarly to the day prior. I'd ignored the reminder of the market that was suppose to be on and instead opted to just get the bread and milk from the supermarket in town. I told myself I'd need the tea in the morning and I ended up doing just that. Now that I had my daily fix I'd be able to function better than I had the day before. The day was, after all, a big day. Auditions for the leading roles were to be performed and I'd been asked by Mr Scully, the schools composer, to play the pieces for each person wanting to try out, on piano.

The day moved faster than I had expected and I found myself sitting in front of the theatres baby grand piano, waiting for the next person to try. Marik had also joined for the guitar parts and so he was sitting next to me.

All of the other places had already been filled with call backs and it was almost time for the Dr Jekyll/ Mr Hyde auditions. I actually knew some of the people who had tried out for the other parts. Serenity Wheeler, Joeys sister, had auditioned for the role of Emma Carew and successfully received a call back, Duke Devlin had also gotten a call back for the part of Poole, due to the part being acting rather than singing, and Mai Valentine (a good friend of Yugi, Marik and I) had actually been given the part on the spot for Lucy Harris.

As I had guessed, Yugi ended up signing and was sitting with us, waiting for his call while the teachers were getting ready for the next part. The shorter males' tri-coloured hair was drooped slightly as he bobbed up and down with nerves.

"I don't know you guys. What if I throw up or something, on stage?" he said, voice reaching hysterics. Marik was flipping through his music sheet folder and stopped to give Yugi a dry look.

"You won't, Yugi. You managed to try out for Sweeney Todd without up chucking, did you not?" the blonde questioned bluntly with a cock of his eye-brow. I was watching the conversation with interest, my fingers idly tapping at the keys in front of me. Yugi fixed Marik with a worried look.

"But that was for a small part, Mar," the shorter male retorted, shaking with both excitement and nerves. I gave him a smile from the bench.

"Yugi, you'll do fine, I know you will," I said comfortingly; however his face remained pinched with worry. I stood up to go over to him, but just as I did, his name was called and so I sat back down and gave him a thumbs up.

"Good luck!" I whispered to him as he passed to go talk with Miss Laudadio. He turned to give me a slight, nervous smile and hurriedly ran to the middle of the stage. Marik gave me a withered look, putting his guitar strap back over his head and lent over to turn his amp on.

"That guy's gonna run himself into the ground if he ain't careful," the blonde stated, shaking his head, "though I do hope he doesn't end up vomiting", he shuddered. I gave him a perk of an eye-brow.

"And you're going to end up jinxing him if you aren't careful," I chastised lightly, opening my sheet music back up to a random page before we were told what track Yugi'd have to perform. Marik merely smirked at me and we both turned to pay attention to what was being said by the teachers.

"Now, Mr Mutou, I would like you to read out a few lines from this script I'm about to give you and then we'll get started on your singing," Miss Laudadio said, handing Yugi a sheet, most likely with the script on it. I decided to give my friend a bit of privacy, given the stressful situation he was in and diverted my attention back to the ebony and ivory keys in front of me, letting my thoughts wonder.

I'd always had a love for the piano. How it conveys emotions and whisks you to a different place, sometimes peaceful, sometimes horrible. I'd been playing since I was old enough to eat by myself, my fingers being only stumps at the time. I'd seen my father play and once, while he wasn't looking, I took it upon myself to find out more about this increasingly interesting instrument. My father then found me tapping away at the keys, curious as to why I decided to do what I'd just done. I then blabbed about my wonderment in the sound maker in the language only a four year old knew. Since then, I'd been taking strict lessons, moving upward in grades and gradually honing in my skills.

However, that was before the accident that caused me to lose both my mother and little sister, and before I was even in Japan. I'd learnt to cope with the loss, but my father hadn't. Just six months after the funeral he decided it was time to move and he chose his hometown, Domino. But this wasn't just for the reason to re-visit his roots, no. My father, Mr Bakura, was curator of the museum and chose to move closer so he could keep an eye on things. He was an archaeologist and had an immense interest in ancient Egypt, something I believed he loved more than me. But, by the time we got settled into our new home, me attending Domino High, he was sent on trips around the world, eventually leaving me with no trace, but income and rare phone calls.

However, I was never mad at him for doing so. I knew why he had done what he did. Missing his wife and daughter terribly, my father couldn't stand the guilt that came with being a single parent and it lead him down the path, gradually learning to ignore his only son. Yes, it was harsh, but I also learned how to fend for myself and forgave him for it.

Reminding myself to call him later about his visit, I broke out of my reverie to see Marik staring at me with a curious, and slightly worried look etched on his face. A slow blush crept its way into my cheeks as he continued to stare. Irked by the look, I finally broke my gaze from his.

"Yes, Marik?" I questioned, unsure of why he'd been staring at me. Chancing a glance upward towards his face I was startled slightly by the grin that claimed it. However, it wasn't one of those 'happy' grins, but more of an 'I know something you don't know' kind of looks. The blonde was plotting something, I could feel it.

"Oh, nothing," he replied, smirk never lifting from his face, "just staring into space." I wasn't very convinced that that was the real reason, but let it slide. Well, until he brought up the following topic that was.

"I was just thinking….Why don't you just try out? It's not like you're going to loose anything by not getting the part," he asked, leaning against the piano with his elbow. I sighed.

"I thought we'd been over this," I spoke, trying to keep the disdain out of my voice, "I can't." Mariks eye-brow raised in curiosity.

"And why is that?" He pushed, circling his hand in a 'go on' motion and drawing out each word. I sighed once again, thinking his question was ludicrous, but decided to reply nonetheless.

"Because…remember our second year of high school?" I waited for him to nod to continue, "And remember when the school decided to perform a play?" he nodded again, "when I got the lead role and when it came time for performance night I tripped and fell off the stage, breaking numerous amounts of bones from the height of the fall?" Marik pulled an 'oh' face, realising what I was getting at, however he still looked a little unsure.

"So, you're saying that you won't tryout because of one bad performance?" he questioned, an unimpressed expression readable on his face. I shook my head in a 'no' action, resting my elbow softly on the keys beneath me so I didn't make a sound.

"No. Not just one time. Try three other failed attempts. Once when I was in kindergarten, playing Joseph in the nativity and threw up on the girl playing Mary because I ate a bad sandwich. Once when I was in primary school, singing a solo in choir and forgot my lines, effectively wreaking the rest of the show. And finally, the time in high school when I had to make a speech in front of our English class and my voice kept breaking, making everyone poke fun at me because of it." I recalled, a deep blush finding its way onto my face as I remembered these embarrassing moments. Glancing back up at Mariks face, I noticed that the man was trying his hardest not to burst out laughing. I made my glare-pout at him, which seemed to do nothing but make him want to laugh harder. I waited patiently for him to calm down, which he eventually did to my satisfactory.

"Ok…So you've had a few bad experiences," he shrugged, grinning, "funny experiences," he corrected. Calming himself down again, he smiled at me, "but does it matter?" he asked.

"Well, yes…"

"Why?"

"….Because."

"Because why?"

"Just, because."

"Because why?"

"Because bad luck follows me around like a plague, that's why!" I shrieked earning a well aimed hush and glare from Miss Laudadio, causing me to blush again and mouth a 'sorry' towards her. Turning back to Marik to find that godforsaken smirk still in place, I narrowed my eyes. "Why is this so important to you now Marik? You've never questioned me about it before…" I drew out, suspicion prominent in my tone. The grin still didn't falter as he shrugged once again.

"Just curious is all. I also think you'd make an awesome Jekyll," he replied. This time I didn't blush from the compliment due to my increasing suspicion of him.

"Thank-you, but as I said yesterday, how would I be playing Hyde?" I questioned with a tilt of my head, white hair sticking in my eyes. Blowing the strands away, I gazed at Marik who had a contemplative look on his face, violet eyes difficult to read.

To my surprise, he slowly stood up so he didn't bump his now amplified guitar and reached over with one of his tanned hands to rub my hair roughly. I squeaked in alarm and pulled away from the offending hand, ready to refix my now messier hair.

"Wait!" Marik called, raising his palm, signalling me to stop. I stopped and gazed at him underneath my fringe, wondering what he was up to. He had another thoughtful look on his face as he tapped his chin. "That could work," he said, more to himself than to me.

"What could?"

"That," he said, pointing towards my tangled locks. I raised an eye-brow at him, but he then signalled for me to glance in a nearby stage mirror. Slowly, I turned my head and what I saw shocked me.

I looked demonic. Sure, my eyes gave away the innocence, but my hair successfully covered them enough to hide that fact. My white hair was sticking up at the oddest angles I'd ever seen, making me look like I had some sort of devil horns. Such a simple thing completely changed the way I could have been seen to an outsider and I didn't actually mind it.

"I think you could do it. All you'd need to work on is the voice and probably the glare, but I think you would make an acceptable Hyde, Ryou," Mariks' voice said from behind me. I was still a bit perplexed. How would I be able to act evil when I didn't have a shred of evil in me? Apparently my old friend believed in me, but I wasn't sure I could believe in myself. Even if I'd wanted to go, I was too late to sign up anyway.

"I can't Marik. Even if I really wanted to, it's too late," I said, not overly fazed with the idea of not acting. I glanced at his face to see his reaction and found the same secretive smile he had on only moments ago. I was about to reply when-

"Mr Bakura and Mr Ishtar, if you are done chatting could you please turn your music books to page twenty and play 'this is the moment'?" Miss Laudadio interrupted, fixing an evil stare of us, almost daring us to question her. Marik and I glanced at each other quickly, and then vigorously turned to the page she'd asked us to. Gazing towards Yugi who was still jittery and then the teacher for the cue, I let my mind shut down as my fingers glided gracefully across the keys.

It was the song I'd studied once before in high school. I remembered the key changes and climatic finish, singing along to it in my mind. It really was a beautiful song and captured the emotions Dr Jekyll felt as he began his experiment. It was a similar feeling I usually felt when I'd begun composing some of my own music, elated and proud that I was taking the first steps to making myself known as something more than a school band member.

Hearing Yugi sing was brilliant. His singing classes had definitely paid off and he performed the high notes with striking clarity. The man was made for the role and I hoped he'd get it. The only thing I could find a little wrong with it was the way he pronounced some words. He obviously hadn't spoken in English for a while and was in need of practise.

Coming down from the height of the music, Yugi finished his final note to perfection and bowed to the minuscule audience that had attended. Apparently he'd received a call back, which was what I was expecting and he looked immensely proud of that fact. Saying a few words to the teachers first, he then made his way back over to us, broad smile on his face.

"So, what did you guys think?" he asked, purple eyes glistening with glee as he bobbed up and down again, this time from the adrenaline rush that came with a performance. Marik was first to reply with a wide grin gracing his features as he brought his hands together in a clap.

"You were awesome Yugi. See? No vomit or trips to the hospital!" the blonde exclaimed after a few short claps, gesturing to the clean stage floorboards with a hand. Yugi looked sheepish at the comment, scratching the back of his head with his hand while biting his lip.

"Heh, yeah…I guess I got worked up for nothing, eh?" The spiky haired male asked. Both Marik and I nodded our heads in agreement, making the shortest of us chuckle. "Ok guys, thanks for the encouragement! I should probably head off now though, can't keep Miss Moss waiting!" Both of us waved goodbye to our friend as he exited out the rear of the theatre. Sighing to ourselves, the Egyptian and I prepared ourselves for another round of tryouts.


The trials went longer than I'd expected and both my hands were incredibly sore by the end of it. Quite a few people, like Yugi, had received call backs for Thursday's performance. Some were better at acting while others were better at singing, and some were even booed offstage by the audience. It was a harsh time as this was the most important role of the show and if the teachers chose wrong, it could ruin the whole performance. Hearing Miss Laudadio sigh, I turned to hear what she had to say to us.

"Only one more to go after this you two," I heard Marik sigh with relief next to me after she'd said this, "you've done a marvellous job," she complimented, making me blush and Marik preen. Going back to cue the beginning of 'the way back', Miss Laudadio settled back into her chair just off stage in the front row.

Since I'd been playing the same few tracks all day, I didn't find the need to constantly gaze at the music sheets in front of me and decided to glance around the hall instead. I first gazed at the man singing. He wasn't bad, but some of the high notes he tended to miss. Tearing my eyes from him I went to see the teachers' faces.

Mrs Theocard looked quite bored as she tapped her pen against the judging table in front of her. Mr Lloyd, the senior singing teacher, was muttering under his breath, presumably about the singers flat notes. Mrs Jane, the senior drama teacher, was swaying to the music, obviously tired. I finally let my eyes rest on Miss Laudadio, who had a confused look on her face. Directed completely at me.

I gulped. Why was she staring? She knows I can play without music when I know it enough, so why was she confused? I diverted my gaze back to the keys in front of me to concentrate more on my playing than the reason behind the staring. Finishing the song, I lent back to stretch out my sore back and found Mariks guitar thrusted into my arms.

"Wha…?" I let out, but Marik shook his head.

"Just hold it while I go to the toilet please? I'm busting!" He said, doing a little jump as he waited for me to respond. I slowly nodded my head and he ran off, up the stairs and out of the theatre. I sat there, waiting for him to come back and I didn't hear Miss Laudadio call out my name.

"Mr Bakura…" I didn't respond.

"Bakura…" I still didn't.

"RYOU BAKURA!" Well, that I heard. It came from an extremely grumpy Mrs Theocard who had her arms crossed in front of her chest. I gulped again.

"Yes…?" I questioned meekly. Miss Laudadio took over with a more calming expression on her face.

"Mr Bakura. I have on this list the last name to tryout," she stated bluntly. I gave her a confused tilt of the head.

"But what does that have to do with me miss?" I asked shyly, teachers always did scare me a little, even now as an adult. It was her turn to look confused as she glanced back down at her page to check something.

"It says that you're the last tryout, 'Mr Ryou Bakura'," She replied, meeting my eyes. I was stunned into silence, my mouth dropping open.

"Ex-excuse me?" I questioned shakily. I was hoping I'd heard wrong, that I didn't have to act and sing in front of them, that I was dreaming, anything!

"Ryou, your name is on the list for the tryouts," she stated again, making my assumptions correct. I stayed there for a little longer, not feeling anything around me.

Eventually it clicked. Marik was behind this. After he went to the toilet yesterday he purposefully signed my name up! He promised he wouldn't too! He was probably going to the toilet so he wouldn't have to face my wrath, or lack thereof. I was going to give him a piece of my mind once I got out of there! The nerve of him! I'd yell and scream and-

"Mr Bakura. If you are done gaping like a fish, would you please move to the middle of the stage so we can give you the script to act out," Miss Laudadio said, interrupting me from my thoughts. I was terrified, but I had to or else I'd get punished for wasting the teachers and students watching, time. I heard a few laughs in the audience that caused me to blush profusely and hurried towards centre stage.

The lights were bright in my face, almost glaring at me to try anything. Squinting my eyes towards the first row where the teachers were sitting, I reached out to grab the script from Mrs Janes awaiting hand with one of my shaky ones.

"Now, Mr Bakura. I am aware that you come from England, is that correct?" Mrs Jane asks, I nodded, "Good, well then I hope you don't mind speaking in English for a little while," I shook my head, "Great! Well let's get started!" She exclaimed in English. She then proceeded to grab Mr Scully from his seat and push him up the steps of the stage next to me, the teacher complaining the entire time, receiving many chuckles from the audience as well. As he came to stand beside me, Mrs Jane also thrusted a sheet into his hands and went back to her position in front of the table of teachers.

"Ok now Mr Bakura, the scene you're about to perform is from 'Act two, scene six', just after Dr Jekyll and Mr Utterson come back to the doctors home from the night club. If you would, Mr Scully, like to begin…" she trailed off, waiting for the other teacher to begin his lines. Clearing his throat, the composer straightened his back to begin.

"O come on, Henry," he spoke, doing his best impression of an English accent. I almost laughed at his attempt. Almost. I breathed deeply to myself as I, too, straightened up to say my lines as best I could.

"Th-thank-you for the relaxation, if that's what it was," I said, speaking in English for the first time since my father had called, trying to sound sarcastic enough though my shakiness.

"Would've been if you ever stopped brooding over your damnable theories for a single moment," Mr Scully replied exasperatingly. Smiling, I continued, opening up a little from the essential nerves.

"I did discover something essential tonight, old friend…" I drew out, pointing towards the teacher with a finger light-heartedly.

"What was that?" he asked, confused. My face stretched into a grin.

"My volunteer!" I exclaimed happily, spreading my hands wide.

"Henry? You can't possibly?" he shrieks while I began to walk towards an invisible Laboratory. Mr Scully followed me, "Hey! Where are you going?"

"To my Laboratory! I am going to work tonight, I must!" I replied as I continued up the stage, further away from the teachers at the front.

"But, Henry wait!..." he called. I turned back around to face him, lost in the moment of acting.

"No, John, no. I've made up my mind. I know now exactly where I can get a volunteer. The experiment must move forward now!" I said, continuing with my escape to nowhere.

"You need to rest Henry! You're playing for high stakes; you're gambling your entire career! Your reputation! And Emma's future!" He said, making me pause mid-step as I gave Mr Lloyd an invisible jacket off the left side of the stage.

"Good evening, sir," Mr Lloyd said, bowing slightly.

"Henry. Promise me you are not contemplating a volunteer from the Red Rat," Mr Scully suggested. I swung around at him, outraged.

"Oh, Good heavens John! Do you think me such an unprincipled character?" I questioned him, accent ringing strong while I raised a white eye-brow at him.

"No!" he paused to think, "It is just you have a lot to lose, you must think of the consequences," I scoffed at the notion.

"If all I thought about were the consequences, I'd never accomplish anything," I replied, thinking about how right those words were, giving me the strength to carry on at my best.

"And what does that mean?" the teacher questioned, cocking an eye-brow of his own in confusion. I sighed.

"Some fires you just have to walk through by yourself..." I drew, glancing down at the floor with some sadness. Mr Scully gave up and walked up to Mr Lloyd, exhausted with effort.

"Poole, could you talk some sense into him, then send him straight to bed, he must have rest, so must I, I'm going home," he said tiredly to Mr Lloyd.

"Quite right, sir, I'll do what I can," Mr Lloyd replied obediently, bowing to the man as he began to make his exit off the stage.

"Goodnight," Mr Scully farewelled towards the acting butler. I turned back around to him as he made his leave.

"Be careful John, Hyde Park is dangerous at night," I cautioned, a warning in my tone. Mr Scully rolled his eyes towards me.

"So are you Henry, be careful, and for God's sake go straight to bed. Good night, Henry," I nodded at him in reply as he made his way off the stage to sit back down with his fellow teachers. Mr Lloyd walked up to me.

"Anything more you need, sir?" he asked me. I thought for a moment with a blank face.

"Steer the fire, Poole."

"Of course, sir."

"And then go to bed, I won't be needing you any more this evening," I commanded, hating the impoliteness of the characters' tone I had to put on. Mr Lloyd then started to steer an invisible fire place as I stood instead of sat, a thoughtful look gracing my face. He finished steering and began to walk off stage.

"Poole!" I called to him, making him quickly turn around.

"Sir?"

"You knew my father in his best days...His mind and spirit were extremely strong weren't they?" I questioned with strength in my voice I didn't know I had, like I was talking about my real father.

"He was the finest gentleman I ever knew, sir," he stated, I frowned to myself.

"I must do it for his sake..." I muttered under my breath, catching Mr Lloyd's interest.

"Sir?"

"Nothing Poole….Goodnight," I waved him off, still showing a mask of thought on my face.

"Good night…sir," and then he left the stage, finishing the rest of the lines.

The teachers exploded into applause immediately after I'd finished getting out of character, making me duck my head in modesty. I heard a cheer from the right side of the stage and followed it to find Marik sitting in his stool, clapping along with the rest. I met his eyes in an 'I need to talk with you' feeling and he got the hint, grinning at me sheepishly.

Turning back to the teachers who were slowly stopping their clapping, I smiled. I'd never felt so light in my entire life! The emotions that came with the role were astounding and I'd actually accomplished it! Sure, some of the expressions I needed work on, but I had the steps down. Now all I needed to achieve was the singing, the hardest bit. I just hoped they didn't make me sing a Hyde song because I didn't think I was quite ready for it. Mr Lloyd stepped forward, making his presence known.

"Now, Mr Bakura, I would like you to sing for me the next part of the script. I'm assuming it's 'this is the moment'?" I checked the sheet I was holding and nodded, "good! Now when I count you in I want you to sing like you're in character again, desperate to find an answer," the singing teacher finished. He turned and said something to Mr Scully who sighed exasperatingly, stood up and went off to the piano I'd previously occupied.

Mr Lloyd gave him a signal and he began to press the notes, Marik following with his guitar. I inhaled shakily, trying to calm my now increasing nerves as I stood under the stage lights. It'd been a while since I'd sung in front of anyone, much less a hall with an audience, so I had a perfect reason to be nervous. The note came, telling me to begin and I did.

As I knew, the song began soft, unsure and slow, gradually growing until it hit the peak. I sang my best, whether it was good enough or not, I wasn't sure, but I tried all the same. I grasped the feelings needed, but I believed I lacked the vocal skill to pull it off. I sang high, I sang low and everything in between, trying to show the raw emotion that was suppose to be felt by Henry Jekyll at the time. My voice grew with confidence as I continued; reaching a volume I wasn't even sure I could before. A feeling of elation burst forth from within me and I wasn't sure if it was good or not because my eyes weren't fixed on the audience, but the rafters or the heavens.

All too soon the song came to a close and I ended my final note 'all' as strongly as I had during it. The music faded and I was left with the applause of the audience once again for my efforts. It broke the trance I'd found myself in and I smiled internally, proud of my accomplishment.

"Well it looks to me like we've found our perfect Jekyll," Miss Laudadio called to all the people in the hall, rendering me speechless, "However," there was a pause, "we need to see how you'd fair when acting and singing as Hyde," I gulped, "Which is why we would like to see you back at the call backs on Thursday to perform again for us," she finished. It took me a while to realise what she had just said.

I…got a call back…

….a call back….

….call back….

What?


A/N: Well there it is! And I've just realised how I can't help but put some humour in a horrorfic, I guess it's just how I roll. =P

At the moment the language and story seem very K+ worthy, but don't you worry! The reason for the rating will show itself soon!

Also, Mr Scully, Mr Lloyd and Miss Moss are all teachers in my school if you're interested, the rest are made up by me. Hope you'll stay tuned for more!

Please R&R!

~Grace