To make up for the fact that I'm taking so long to re-write and finish my fanfic, I've decided to write these mini skits that will act as a fake behind-the-scenes. And hopefully these will help the time move faster. Enjoy!


"Bakura!"

As Marik waved and ran up to him, the pale boy stepped aside as a dozen or so neko girls carried various props for the stage that was being set up. "What is all this?"

"Guess what, Bakura." Marik said when he reached him. "We're going to be in another fanfic."

"Is it by another one of those yaoi fangirls with badly written sex scenes in it?"

"No! She's a Christian so there won't be any sex in it."

Bakura hid his disappointment.

"Okay, people." The Writer stepped forward and clapped her hands to get everybody's attention. "We're just about ready to start filming."

"Okay." Marik said. "Let me go get my bathing suit."

The Writer stared at him for a moment, wondering if she had heard him right. "There is no scene that requires you to wear one."

The tanned teen held up his script. "I modified it."

When the Writer gave Bakura a questioning glance, he replied with: "This is what I have to put up with everyday of my life."

She gave him a sympathetic pat on the arm. "You poor thing."