What Exactly Do They Do Off Air?
A/N - Erm...well, here's Chapter Two. To all those people who yelled at me for leaving
people out: Gomen. This is the next day after Yugi got carried away by the 'kind people'
for those of you who care...
Since the main star was being 'rehabilitated', Yu-Gi-Oh! was being put on hiatus.
Most would think that the break room would be off limits, but since when has the cast
cared about little things like that?
"Grrr...I'm gonna kill him..." growled Yami Yugi, stomping across the room, a
tattered Mickey Mouse hat in his hand.
Mokuba Kaiba was literally bouncing around the corner he was in, muttering
gibberish feverishly. He tore off another Pixi Stix and downed what could be called his
opiate. "Eeehohaha! I likes the blue and purple weasels! They give me cake!"
Yami's right eye twitched and he dove at the sugar-high Kaiba brother. He
missed, however, and smashed into the wall. "GET OVER HERE, YOU
HYPER-ACTIVE BUGGER!"
Mokuba bounded out the open door and his pursuer followed, nursing a massive
bruise on his forehead.
Malik Ishtar was polishing his Millennium Rod on the couch, ominously giggling
at what he planned to use it for.
A confused and disturbed-looking Yami Bakura walked over and sat next to the
blonde Egyptian, staring at the closet in the far end of the room. "Um, Malik?...MALIK!"
The point of the Millennium Rod tickled at Bakura's throat. "What!?"
"Why is there purple smoke coming from the Janitor's closet? And why do I here
Celtic chants and flute music?"
"Oh." Malik resumed polishing his item, replying quite calmly, "The Dark
Magician is trying to bring his Dark Magician Girl card to life while simultaneously
turning himself into the Magician of Black Chaos by chanting and sacrificing small, furry
woodland creatures. The Celtic Guardian is playing the flute."
The white-haired spirit's eyes grew wide and he absent-mindedly fiddled with his
Millennium Ring.
On the two-person sofa across from those two, Seto Kaiba's attention was glued
to his portable television, on which was playing the newest Inu-Yasha episode, laughing
hysterically at the mishaps the dog-demon was prone to.
Isis Ishtar was skimming through her new issue of Anime Invasion, talking to her
plushy Sphinx, "Oooh...Look at Mummy Gundam. He looks a little like Pharaoh, doesn't
he? He does so! What was that!? Don't talk back to me, you smart-ass lion thing! EH!"
She then hurled the stuffed Egyptian monument across the room. Directly onto her
brother's Millennium Rod. She practically flew across the space between the couches
and grabbed her treasured play-thing, rocking it in her arms. "Shhh...It's okay, baby. Isis
is here..."
Malik stared at his sister and shook his head at her childish ways.
Teya and Mai had been sitting at the counter in the center of the room, gossiping
and exchanging fashion tips, but they fell off their stools in shock when a deep,
thoroughly evil-sounding laugh shook the break room.
The janitor's closet in the far left corner off the chamber flew open, and, amidst
purple smoke and sinister chuckling, out stepped what could only be described as a
foreboding mage, a tattered outfit of black and scarlet clung to his tall, willowy frame.
Red belts were wrapped around his arms and the silver buckles glinted dully. In his left
hand he clutched a freakishly-carved staff, ribboned, like its owner, with black and
crimson bands. His right arm was around a thin, cute looking girl wizard, who leaned
close to him. "It worked! It worked!" His voice was deep, resonant. A triumphant smirk
grew on his blue face and he twirled his stave, slamming it into the floor. A tremendous
crack was heard, and, once everyone had looked up, they saw the new warlock hopping
up and down, his foot indented with a small, round depression. "Jesus Christ! Ah!"
The Dark Magician Girl rolled her eyes as her companion cursed and jumped
about. When he had regained his composure, she handed him back his staff and brushed
none-too-innocently against his hips, walking out toward the studio.
He looked over at Bakura, who was glaring at him, and waggled his eyebrows in a
Groucho Marx fashion before chasing after his supposed girlfriend.
A/N - Well, I suppose that's it...I hope you liked it. Oh, and, for those of you who like
him, Tristan is in Kyoto. For...some reason...^^; BYE!
A/N - Erm...well, here's Chapter Two. To all those people who yelled at me for leaving
people out: Gomen. This is the next day after Yugi got carried away by the 'kind people'
for those of you who care...
Since the main star was being 'rehabilitated', Yu-Gi-Oh! was being put on hiatus.
Most would think that the break room would be off limits, but since when has the cast
cared about little things like that?
"Grrr...I'm gonna kill him..." growled Yami Yugi, stomping across the room, a
tattered Mickey Mouse hat in his hand.
Mokuba Kaiba was literally bouncing around the corner he was in, muttering
gibberish feverishly. He tore off another Pixi Stix and downed what could be called his
opiate. "Eeehohaha! I likes the blue and purple weasels! They give me cake!"
Yami's right eye twitched and he dove at the sugar-high Kaiba brother. He
missed, however, and smashed into the wall. "GET OVER HERE, YOU
HYPER-ACTIVE BUGGER!"
Mokuba bounded out the open door and his pursuer followed, nursing a massive
bruise on his forehead.
Malik Ishtar was polishing his Millennium Rod on the couch, ominously giggling
at what he planned to use it for.
A confused and disturbed-looking Yami Bakura walked over and sat next to the
blonde Egyptian, staring at the closet in the far end of the room. "Um, Malik?...MALIK!"
The point of the Millennium Rod tickled at Bakura's throat. "What!?"
"Why is there purple smoke coming from the Janitor's closet? And why do I here
Celtic chants and flute music?"
"Oh." Malik resumed polishing his item, replying quite calmly, "The Dark
Magician is trying to bring his Dark Magician Girl card to life while simultaneously
turning himself into the Magician of Black Chaos by chanting and sacrificing small, furry
woodland creatures. The Celtic Guardian is playing the flute."
The white-haired spirit's eyes grew wide and he absent-mindedly fiddled with his
Millennium Ring.
On the two-person sofa across from those two, Seto Kaiba's attention was glued
to his portable television, on which was playing the newest Inu-Yasha episode, laughing
hysterically at the mishaps the dog-demon was prone to.
Isis Ishtar was skimming through her new issue of Anime Invasion, talking to her
plushy Sphinx, "Oooh...Look at Mummy Gundam. He looks a little like Pharaoh, doesn't
he? He does so! What was that!? Don't talk back to me, you smart-ass lion thing! EH!"
She then hurled the stuffed Egyptian monument across the room. Directly onto her
brother's Millennium Rod. She practically flew across the space between the couches
and grabbed her treasured play-thing, rocking it in her arms. "Shhh...It's okay, baby. Isis
is here..."
Malik stared at his sister and shook his head at her childish ways.
Teya and Mai had been sitting at the counter in the center of the room, gossiping
and exchanging fashion tips, but they fell off their stools in shock when a deep,
thoroughly evil-sounding laugh shook the break room.
The janitor's closet in the far left corner off the chamber flew open, and, amidst
purple smoke and sinister chuckling, out stepped what could only be described as a
foreboding mage, a tattered outfit of black and scarlet clung to his tall, willowy frame.
Red belts were wrapped around his arms and the silver buckles glinted dully. In his left
hand he clutched a freakishly-carved staff, ribboned, like its owner, with black and
crimson bands. His right arm was around a thin, cute looking girl wizard, who leaned
close to him. "It worked! It worked!" His voice was deep, resonant. A triumphant smirk
grew on his blue face and he twirled his stave, slamming it into the floor. A tremendous
crack was heard, and, once everyone had looked up, they saw the new warlock hopping
up and down, his foot indented with a small, round depression. "Jesus Christ! Ah!"
The Dark Magician Girl rolled her eyes as her companion cursed and jumped
about. When he had regained his composure, she handed him back his staff and brushed
none-too-innocently against his hips, walking out toward the studio.
He looked over at Bakura, who was glaring at him, and waggled his eyebrows in a
Groucho Marx fashion before chasing after his supposed girlfriend.
A/N - Well, I suppose that's it...I hope you liked it. Oh, and, for those of you who like
him, Tristan is in Kyoto. For...some reason...^^; BYE!