Disclaimer: Fushigi Yugi and the idea for Malicious Play do NOT belong to me. They both belong to Yu Watase.
Author's Warning: This is meant to be stupid, hopefully in a funny sort of way. It's also the first in a series of Malicious Play-style fics I plan to write. Most will be longer than this, and not in play format. I almost never write that way, but for some stupid reason, I did for this.
Malicious
Play: Street Fight
A
Mini-Play
By
Corina "Mako" Borsuk
Act
I
(Miaka,
Chichiri, Nuriko, Tamahome, and Hotohori are gathered in the Palace
Courtyard.)
Miaka: Why did you call us here, Hotohori?
Hotohori: We wished you to be present for our Street Fight with Tamahome.
Miaka: What?
Hotohori: This will decide which of us you shall marry, Miaka.
Miaka & Nuriko: WHAT?!
Tamahome: I got tired of him making moves on you when I'm not around.
Hotohori: Tamahome does not treat you properly.
Tamahome: So, best two out of three rounds decides who gets you.
Hotohori: Chichiri, you shall judge.
Chichiri: Why me? No da.
Act
II
Scene
1
Chichiri: Round 1! Fight!
Tamahome:(The "Ogre" symbol on his forehead glows as he swings at Hotohori.) Suzaku Firebird Strike!
(Hotohori goes down for the count.)
Chichiri: Tamahome wins! No da!
Scene II
Chichiri: Round 2! Fight!
Hotohori:(Strikes a regal pose.) Gorgeous Emperor Shock!
(Tamahome falls over laughing.)
Chichiri: Hotohori wins. No da?
Nuriko: I thought this was a Street Fight, not a magical girl show!
Act
III
(Tamahome
and Hotohori circle each other warily.)
Chichiri: Round 3! Fight!
Miaka:(Stalks into the ring.) This is stupid!
(Knocks Tamahome and Hotohori to the ground.)
Hotohori & Tamahome: Ow! That hurt!
Miaka: If you want to marry me, you have to ask me! Got it?
Chichiri: Miaka wins! No da.
The End