XD, ok, here's act 2, where all the confusion begins...

A Yu Yu-Summer Night's Dream

By Ryoken

(The intermission is over and people go back to their seats. Byakko has several bruises and large bumps in various places and gingerly sits back down in his seat. The curtains are drawn only to get stuck 1/7 of the way. A snap and loud thud is heard. The curtains open completely to reveal a forest scene complete with potted trees, big and small, along with some brush and some bushes. Rinku and Koto enter from opposite sides, Rinku flying low through the air on thick, but invisible, wires. Rinku is stopped in the middle where he meets up with Koto and stands in the air. Koto is dressed up as a cheesy, glittery fairy, while Rinku is dressed in Shakespearean attire, tights and all.)

Rinku- *With a big mischievous grin* How now, spirit! Wither wander you?

Koto- *mumbles* Wish I got to fly, but no...

Rinku- AHEM!

Koto- *at first surprised* OVER HILL, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough brier,

Over park, over pale,

Thorough flood, thorough fire;

I do wander everywhere,

Swifter than the moones sphere;

And I serve the fairy queen,

To dew her orbs upon the green.

The cowslips tall her pensioners be;

In their gold coats spots you see.

Those be rubies, fairy favors;

In those freckles live their saviors.

I must go seek some dewdrops here,

And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone.

Our Queen and all her elves come here anon.

Rinku- The king both keep his revels here tonight;

Take heed the queen come not within his sight:

For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,

Because that she, as her attendant, hath

A lovely boy, stolen from an Idnian king-

She never had so sweet a changeling-

And jealous Oberon would have the child

Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild;

But she perforce withhholds the loved boy,

Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy.

And now they never meet in grove or green,

By fountain clear or spangled starlight sheen,

But they do square, that all their elves, for fear,

Creep into acorn cups and hide them there.

Koto- Either I mistake your shape and making quite,

Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite

Called Robin Goodfellow. Are not you he

That frights the maidens of the villagery;

Skim milk, and sometimes labor in the quern,

And bootless make the breathless housewife churn;

And sometime make the drink to bear no barm;

Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?

Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,

You do their work, and they shall have good luck.

Are not you he?

(Audience starts to fall asleep from all this boring talk.)

Rinku-*trying to wake up the audience* Thou speakest aright!

I am that merry wanderer of the night.

I jest to Oberon, and make him smile

When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,

Neighing in likeness of a roasted crab,

And when she drinks, against her lips I bob

And on her withered dewlap pour the ale.

The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,

Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;

Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,

And "tailor" cries, and falls into a cough;

And then the whole quire hold their hips and loffe,

And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear

A merrior hour was never wasted there.

But room, fairy! Here comes Oberon.

Koto- And here my mistress. Would he were gone!

(Koenma in his teenager form comes in, some warriorish looking "fairies" following him, from one side, wearing Athenian robes and fake fairy wings. Boton comes in, dressed in the basic same attire, followed by more girlish looking fairies from the other side.)

Koenma- I'll met by moonlight, proud Titania.

Boton- What, jealous Oberon! Faeries, skip hence.

I have forsworn his bed and company.

Koenma- Tarry, rash wanton: am I not thy lord?

Boton- Then I must be thy lady; but I know

When thou hast stolen away from fairyland,

And in the shape of Corin sat all day,

Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love

To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,

Come from the farthest steppe of India,

But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,

Your buskined mistress and your warrior love,

To Theseus must be wedded, and you come

To give their bed joy and prosperity?

Koenma- How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania,

Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,

Knowing I know thy love to Theseus?

Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night

From Perigouna, whom he ravished?

And make him with fair Egles break his faith,

With Ariadne, and Antiopa?

Boton- *takes a deep breath* These are the forgeries of jealousy;

And never, since the middle summer's spring,

Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,

By paved fountain or by rushy brook,

Or in the beached margent of the sea,

To dance our ringlets to thw whistling wind,

But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.

Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,

As in revenge have sucked up from the sea

Contagious fogs; which falling in the land

Hath every pelting river made so proud

That they have overborne their continents. *takes another deep breath*

The ox hath therefore stretched his yoke in vain,

The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn

Hath rotted ere his youth attained a beard;

The fold stands empty in the drowned field,

And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;

The nine men's morris is filled up with mud,

And the quiant mazes in the wanton green

For lack of tread are undistinguishable. *takes another deep breath*

The human mortals want their winter here.

No night is now with hymn or carol blest;

Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,

Pale in her anger, washes all the air,

That rheumatic diseases do abound.

And thorough this distemperature we see

The seasons alter. Hoary-headed frosts

Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose;

And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown

AN odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds

Is as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer,

The childing autumn, angry white change

Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,

By their increase, now knows not which is which.

And this same progeny of evils comes

From our debate, from our dissension;

We are their parents and original.

*is panting, but gets an ovation from the crowd for being able to remember and say all of that*

Koenma- Do you amend it then; it lies in you.

Why should Titania cross her Oberon?

I do but beg a little changling boy

To be my henchman.

Botan- Set your heart at rest.

The fairyland buys not the child of me.

His mother was a vot'ress of my order;

And in the spiced Indian air, by night,

Full often hath she gossiped by my side,

And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands,

Marking the embarked traders on the flood;

When we have laughed to se the sails conceive

And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind;

Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait

Following (her womb then rich with my young squire)

Would imitate, and sail upon the land

To fetch me trifles, and return again,

As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.

But she, being mortal, of that boy did die,

And for her sake do I rear up her boy,

And for her sake I will not part with him

Koenma- How long within this wood intend you stay?

Botan- Perchance till after Theseus' wedding day.

If you will patiently dance in our round

And see our moonlight revels, go with us.

If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.

Koenma- Give me that boy, and I will go with thee.

Botan- Not for thy fairy kingdom. Fairies, away!

We shall chide downright if I longer stay.

*Botan and her fairies go offstage where Ryoken has a glass of water for her. She greedily gulps it down.*

Koenma- Well, go thy way. Thou shalt not from this grove

Till I torment thee for this injury.

My gentle Puck, come hither. Thou rememb'rest

Since once I sat upon a promontory

And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back,

Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath

That the rude sea grew civil at her song,

And certain stars shot madly from their spheres

To hear the sea-maid's music.

Rinku- I remember.

Koenma- That very time I saw (but thou couldst not),

Flying between the cold moon and the earth,

Cupid, all armed. A certain aim he took

At a fair Vestal, throned by the West,

And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow,

As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts.

But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft

Quenched in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon,

And the imperial vot'ress passed on,

In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell.

It fell upon a little Western flower,

Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,

And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

Fetch me that flow'r; the herb I showed thee once.

The juice of it, on sleeping eyelids laid,

Will make or man or woman madly dote

Upon the next live creature that it sees.

Fetch me this herb, and be thou here again

Ere the Leviathan can swim a league.

Rinku- I'll put a girdle around the earth

In forty minutes.

*Rinku exits.*

Koenma- having once this juice,

I'll watch Titania when she is asleep

And drop the liquor of it in her eyes.

The next thing then she, waking, looks upon

(Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,

On meddling monkey, or on busy ape)

She shall pursue it with the soule of love.

And ere I take this charm from off her sight

(As I can take it with another herb)

I'll make her render up her page to me.

But who comes here? I am invisible,

And I will overhear their conference.

*Koenma "hides" behind one of the trees. Hiei enters, with Ryoken following him*

Hiei- I love thee not; therefore pursue me not.

Where is Lysander and fair Hermia?

The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me.

Thou told'st me they were stol'n unto this wood;

And here am I, and wood within this wood

Because I cannot meet my Hermia.

Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more!

Ryoken- You draw me, you hardhearted adamant!

But yet you draw not iron, for my heart

Is true as steel. Leave you your power to draw,

And I shall have no power to follow you.

Hiei- Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?

Or rather do I not in plainest truth

Tell you I do not nor I cannot love you?

Ryoken- And even for that do I love the more.

I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,

The more you beat me, I will fawn on you.

Use me but as your spaniel-spurn me, strike me,

Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave

(Unworthy as I am) to follow you.

What worser place can I beg in your love

(And yet a place of high respect with me)

Than to be used as you use your dog?

Hiei- Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit,

For I am sick when I do look on thee!

Ryoken- And I am sick when I look not on you.

Hiei- You do impeach your modesty too much

To leave the city and commit yourself

Into the hands of one that loves you not;

To trust the opportunity of night

And the ill counsel of a desert place

With the rich worth of your virginity.

Ryoken- Your virtue is my privilege: for that

It is not night when I do see your face,

Therefore I think I am not in the night;

Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company,

For you, in my respect, are all the world:

Then how can it be said I am alone

When all the world is here to look on me?

Hiei- I'll run from thee and hide me in the brakes,

And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.

Ryoken- The wildest hath not such a heart as you.

Run when you will, the story shall be changed:

Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;

The dove pursues the griffon; the mild hind

Makes speed to catch the tiger-bootless speed,

When cowardice pursues, and valor flies!

Hiei- I will not stay thy questions. Let me go!

Or if thou follow me, do not believe

But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.

Ryoken- Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field,

You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius!

Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex.

We cannot fight for love, as men may do;

We should be wooed, and were not made to woo.

*Hiei throws up his arms in disgust and exits quickly*

I'll follow thee, and make a heavne of hell,

To die upon the hand I love so well.

*Ryoken exits and Koenma comes out from behind the tree.*

Koenma- Fare thee well, nymph. Ere he do leave this grove,

Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.

*Rinku re-enters with a purple flower in his hand*

Hast thou the flower there? Welcome wanderer.

Rinku- Ay, there it is.

Koenma- I pray thee give it me.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,

Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,

With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine.

There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,

Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight;

And there the snake throws her enamelled skin,

Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in;

And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes

And make her full of hateful fantasies.

Take thou some of it and seek through this grove.

A sweet Athenian lady is in love

With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes,

But do it when the next thing he espies

May be the lady. Thou shalt know the man

By the Athenian garments he hath on.

Effect it with some care, that he may prove

More fond on her than she upon her love;

And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow.

Rinku- Fear not, my lord; you servant shall do so!

*They exit and the curtains are drawn. Koenma hurries to get a drink of water too*

Botan- That was a lot of talking! Whew!

Yusuke- But I'm sure you're used to it, right?

*Yusuke gets bashed by a mallet and a frying pan. Ryoken whispers something in VT's ear, and VT nods back. She goes to get the next scene set up.*

Kurama- What were you two whispering about?

Ryoken- Hmm? Oh nanimonai! Nothing at all!! Ehehe...*backs away and runs off somewhere*

Kurama- Hmm...

*As we watch Kurama continue to think, *fangirls sigh* we see in the background VT randomly glomping Yusuke...Oo*

That's it! Stay tuned for scene II, the scene of mass confusion!