A Yugioh Night on Broadway
By
Evil Italian Singer (a.k.a. me)
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. Sad, but true.
"Big brother, what time is it?"
"Five minutes since the last time you asked me."
"Please? I forgot."
Seto sighed and checked his watch again. "6:55. Five more minutes until the show starts. Okay?"
"What show are we seeing again?"
Seto groaned. "The Phantom of the Opera. Is there anything else you wanted to ask me? Anything at all?"
"What time is it?" Mokuba grinned at Seto's annoyed expression. "Just kidding."
The older Kaiba groaned again, turning back to the letter he was writing. This had never been his strong point. How exactly would he explain to the editor of People magazine that he had NOT ordered a lifetime subscription?
* * * * * * * * * * *
Six people arrived that moment: Tristan, Tea, Yugi, Yami Yugi, Bakura, and Yami Bakura (Joey had a 'date').
"I just can't stop worrying about him," Tristan said. "What might happen to a poor, defenseless."
"Hi, guys!" Joey's voice rang loud and clear. Very loud, in fact. A slap was heard.
"Shut up, you idiot! I don't want anyone to see me with. ugh. you!" hissed a voice they all knew well.
"Oh, no," groaned all six of them in unison. "Mai."
"But, Mai, I thought."
"Shut up. You know I only went with you because you'd buy the tickets and the souvenirs."
Joey and Ma were unfortunately seated right behind Tea and Yami Bakura. The curtain fell, and the musical began.
The "Phantom" sequence that no one can forget held them all captivated: at least for a while.
By the time "The Music of the Night" was over, Joey and Tristan were simultaneously failing to read their programs in the dim light provided by the spotlights, Tea had systematically ripped hers to shreds, Bakura and Yugi were asleep, Yami Yugi was playing solitaire with glow-in-the-dark cards, and Yami Bakura was ready to set something on fire as usual. Mai was- you guessed it- filing her nails.
Seto was continuing to fail to write his letter while simultaneously trying to keep Mokuba from falling out of the balcony. Unfortunately, this is impossible, and Seto was faced with a difficult choice. Lose a brother, or suffer a lifetime of People magazine. He chose the second. The letter did not get written.
By
Evil Italian Singer (a.k.a. me)
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. Sad, but true.
"Big brother, what time is it?"
"Five minutes since the last time you asked me."
"Please? I forgot."
Seto sighed and checked his watch again. "6:55. Five more minutes until the show starts. Okay?"
"What show are we seeing again?"
Seto groaned. "The Phantom of the Opera. Is there anything else you wanted to ask me? Anything at all?"
"What time is it?" Mokuba grinned at Seto's annoyed expression. "Just kidding."
The older Kaiba groaned again, turning back to the letter he was writing. This had never been his strong point. How exactly would he explain to the editor of People magazine that he had NOT ordered a lifetime subscription?
* * * * * * * * * * *
Six people arrived that moment: Tristan, Tea, Yugi, Yami Yugi, Bakura, and Yami Bakura (Joey had a 'date').
"I just can't stop worrying about him," Tristan said. "What might happen to a poor, defenseless."
"Hi, guys!" Joey's voice rang loud and clear. Very loud, in fact. A slap was heard.
"Shut up, you idiot! I don't want anyone to see me with. ugh. you!" hissed a voice they all knew well.
"Oh, no," groaned all six of them in unison. "Mai."
"But, Mai, I thought."
"Shut up. You know I only went with you because you'd buy the tickets and the souvenirs."
Joey and Ma were unfortunately seated right behind Tea and Yami Bakura. The curtain fell, and the musical began.
The "Phantom" sequence that no one can forget held them all captivated: at least for a while.
By the time "The Music of the Night" was over, Joey and Tristan were simultaneously failing to read their programs in the dim light provided by the spotlights, Tea had systematically ripped hers to shreds, Bakura and Yugi were asleep, Yami Yugi was playing solitaire with glow-in-the-dark cards, and Yami Bakura was ready to set something on fire as usual. Mai was- you guessed it- filing her nails.
Seto was continuing to fail to write his letter while simultaneously trying to keep Mokuba from falling out of the balcony. Unfortunately, this is impossible, and Seto was faced with a difficult choice. Lose a brother, or suffer a lifetime of People magazine. He chose the second. The letter did not get written.