I'm FINALLY back! It's summertime! *Dances* And because of that, I've got
enough time to write now, so expect updates to be much faster than they
have been! ^__^ Probably not the best way to start off the summer, I think
I'm starting to lose my touch with writing this.... *Sigh* You guys agree,
right?
Also, I'm considering writing more for "Be Mine, Valentine", although it's _supposed_ to be a one-shot. Does anybody like the ambiguous ending? I'm probably not going to write anything more on it, but feel free to voice your opinions on that, including what pairings/love polygons you think it should end up with.
But now, without further ado, on with the story!
~*~*~*~
"Alright everyone, we're going to really start today." There was a general grumble of discontent. Ms. P frowned. "Well, would you rather be in an _academic_ class right now?" The answer was a decided negative. "I thought so. So cheer up, all you'll be doing right now is reading and acting, so I can judge how you do. This part's easy."
Satisfied that the kids wouldn't complain anymore, Ms. P looked around. "Now, we'll be starting off with one that I'm sure you all know very well.... Romeo and Juliet. Now, I'd like some volunteers for roles." She looked around.
Tea raised her hand. "I'll play Juliet."
"Good, we've got one of the main characters." Ms. P nodded approvingly. "Anybody else?"
"As long as I'm not a girl...." Yugi grinned a little sheepishly.
"Don't worry, Yugi; we've got plenty of girls to play those roles." Ms. P looked amused. "How about Tybalt?" She looked down the list again. "Mercutio.... what about you, Joey?" She'd written down people's nicknames, it looked like.
"Sure." He shrugged offhandedly. Mercutio was an okay guy, and wasn't super- important.
"We definitely need a Romeo... Seto, will you?"
"Fine." Seto acknowledged, none too thrilled with the role.
"Alright, then. Benvolio?" And the procedure went on.
~*~*~*~
"Oh, single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness!" Seto made an attempt to look amused.
"Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint." Joey put a hand to his head. Tristan, who had been given Benvolio's role, simply stood there with an irritated look. He had barely any parts in this, yet he still had to stand around....
"Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match." Seto interrupted challengingly. This was so BORING....
"Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: Was I with you there for the goose?" Joey stumbled through the lines, not used to the odd words.
"There for the goose? Surely, good Mercutio, for art thou not the goose in question?"
"I will bite...." Joey frowned, then did a double take. "Wait a minute, that isn't on the script!"
"Didst thou notice only now? Forsooth, thy title of Goose is well-earned." He'd read enough of these things to have some idea of how to speak it. He might not be the most correct, but....
"Hey!" .;;
"Dost thou deny it, then? Wouldst thy nature be better suited in the calling of a flea-bitten cur?"
"Seto....." He got the general idea, even if he couldn't say it. Joey's chocolate brown eyes narrowed, glaring daggers at the taller man.
"Thou darest to address me so, rascal? Thou son and heir of a mangy mongrel wretch! Learn to cool thy tongue, lest I remove it."
"Shut up!" Joey lunged for Seto, who was looking quite amused, intending to at least get in a good slug at him.
"Boys! That's quite enough." Ms. P grabbed Joey by the shirt collar, and turned him so that she could speak to both of them at once. "Joey, you calm down. Seto, you stop baiting him. I suggest that you both go back to the script, or else you'll be having a wonderful time staying after school to clean the auditorium. I'm sure the janitors would love the extra help." Her tone, normally so friendly, brooked no argument.
Seto raised an eyebrow imperiously, as though finding it hard to believe that a teacher was reprimanding him. When she showed no signs of backing down, he smiled condescendingly. "I'll keep the mutt in line for you." With those words of reassurance, he turned back to his script. "Nay, good goose, bite not."
Joey growled, but gave the teacher a pointed look, as though making sure that she saw him getting back to work. "Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce...."
~*~*~*~
"Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, that late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul is but a little way above our heads, staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him." Seto demanded. He was holding a plastic prop sword, which looked oddly like a katana. Oh, well.... Even still, he was able to look intimidating with it, especially since he was standing before Yugi.
"Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, shalt with him hence." Yugi scowled, trying to sound mean, though it was difficult with his naturally high, sweet voice. His hands were on his hips, one holding a sword that was over half as long as he was tall....
"This shall determine that." Seto told him with finality, and swung his sword.... right over Yugi's head. Their glaring height difference made it amazingly awkward. Gah....
"Umm..." Yugi looked up as the blade whooshed past, sweatdropping. This was rather demeaning....
"Hang on...." Seto shook his head in disgust, and went backstage. He soon returned with a good-sized wooden crate, which he set down on the floor, stepping back with a patronizing look. "Here. Get on."
"Thanks..." Yugi sighed, blushing slightly with embarrassment as he scrambled onto the box that was offered, gaining just enough height for his top of his hair spikes to reach Seto's shoulder. The duel continued in considerably more ease than it had started, and Yugi soon let himself get poked in the chest by Seto's sword, climbing carefully back down to the ground before falling. He didn't want to hurt himself.... ^^;;
~*~*~*~
Now, Tea lay sprawled on the floor, eyes closed and perfectly still. Seto knelt before her, reading from his script. "Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, oh, you the doors of breath, seal with a righ--" He did a double take, eyes widening in disbelief. "I've got to _kiss_ her?!" Seto demanded of the teacher.
Ms. P grinned, looking fiendishly pleased with herself by the reaction she'd gained from the normally stoic boy. "Of course. They always did. You should feel lucky; in the days this was first preformed, it was two men on stage."
"But--"
"Whenever you're ready." She sat back with an air of finality, folding her hands to watch the show with amusement.
Seto scowled darkly at her, but picked up the small vial, raising it to his lips and feigning a drink. "Oh, true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die." With a small shudder, Seto pushed aside all the thoughts that had started to crowd his head.
Just a kiss. It was just a kiss for a stupid play. Nothing else. Willing the thread of unease that snaked through his mind to dissipate, he leaned forward with a grimace of distaste, barely brushing his lips against Tea's. Glad that his part was over, and probably more relieved than he should have been, he collapsed onto his side, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling.
Soon enough, Tea sat up, picking up her sheet from beside her, and proceeded to make her observations of the poison. "I will kiss thy lips; happily some poison yet doth hang on them, to make die with a restorative." With a considerably less reluctance than Seto, she leaned forward, and gave him a gentle kiss. Seto closed his eyes. Just for a play. It didn't mean anything else.
She picked up the plastic knife, and looked down at it. "Oh, happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die." Tea poked herself with the dagger, then collapsed onto Seto.
Seto frowned at her a little. "You're heavier than you look."
"Seto Kaiba!" Tea exclaimed softly, their heads close enough to not need to speak loudly. "Are you accusing me of being fat?"
"Perhaps...."
"The nerve!" Her clear blue eyes flashed indignantly. "Do you _try_ to insult everybody you talk to?" She demanded.
"If I'd wanted to insult you, the answer would have been more akin to 'undoubtedly'." Seto remarked wryly.
"You!" Tea glared at him a little, her fighting spirit raised by the perceived slights. "You wait for me after the bell rings, do you understand?"
"Do you take me for a simpleton? Of course I understand." Seto responded, somewhat contemptuously. "But I've yet to see the day that I'll take orders from the likes of you." He rolled his eyes. What he DIDN'T understand, was how girls' feelings were so easily hurt by comments that weren't supposed to mean a thing.... He'd only been stating a fact! What was wrong with _that_?
Also, I'm considering writing more for "Be Mine, Valentine", although it's _supposed_ to be a one-shot. Does anybody like the ambiguous ending? I'm probably not going to write anything more on it, but feel free to voice your opinions on that, including what pairings/love polygons you think it should end up with.
But now, without further ado, on with the story!
~*~*~*~
"Alright everyone, we're going to really start today." There was a general grumble of discontent. Ms. P frowned. "Well, would you rather be in an _academic_ class right now?" The answer was a decided negative. "I thought so. So cheer up, all you'll be doing right now is reading and acting, so I can judge how you do. This part's easy."
Satisfied that the kids wouldn't complain anymore, Ms. P looked around. "Now, we'll be starting off with one that I'm sure you all know very well.... Romeo and Juliet. Now, I'd like some volunteers for roles." She looked around.
Tea raised her hand. "I'll play Juliet."
"Good, we've got one of the main characters." Ms. P nodded approvingly. "Anybody else?"
"As long as I'm not a girl...." Yugi grinned a little sheepishly.
"Don't worry, Yugi; we've got plenty of girls to play those roles." Ms. P looked amused. "How about Tybalt?" She looked down the list again. "Mercutio.... what about you, Joey?" She'd written down people's nicknames, it looked like.
"Sure." He shrugged offhandedly. Mercutio was an okay guy, and wasn't super- important.
"We definitely need a Romeo... Seto, will you?"
"Fine." Seto acknowledged, none too thrilled with the role.
"Alright, then. Benvolio?" And the procedure went on.
~*~*~*~
"Oh, single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness!" Seto made an attempt to look amused.
"Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint." Joey put a hand to his head. Tristan, who had been given Benvolio's role, simply stood there with an irritated look. He had barely any parts in this, yet he still had to stand around....
"Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match." Seto interrupted challengingly. This was so BORING....
"Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: Was I with you there for the goose?" Joey stumbled through the lines, not used to the odd words.
"There for the goose? Surely, good Mercutio, for art thou not the goose in question?"
"I will bite...." Joey frowned, then did a double take. "Wait a minute, that isn't on the script!"
"Didst thou notice only now? Forsooth, thy title of Goose is well-earned." He'd read enough of these things to have some idea of how to speak it. He might not be the most correct, but....
"Hey!" .;;
"Dost thou deny it, then? Wouldst thy nature be better suited in the calling of a flea-bitten cur?"
"Seto....." He got the general idea, even if he couldn't say it. Joey's chocolate brown eyes narrowed, glaring daggers at the taller man.
"Thou darest to address me so, rascal? Thou son and heir of a mangy mongrel wretch! Learn to cool thy tongue, lest I remove it."
"Shut up!" Joey lunged for Seto, who was looking quite amused, intending to at least get in a good slug at him.
"Boys! That's quite enough." Ms. P grabbed Joey by the shirt collar, and turned him so that she could speak to both of them at once. "Joey, you calm down. Seto, you stop baiting him. I suggest that you both go back to the script, or else you'll be having a wonderful time staying after school to clean the auditorium. I'm sure the janitors would love the extra help." Her tone, normally so friendly, brooked no argument.
Seto raised an eyebrow imperiously, as though finding it hard to believe that a teacher was reprimanding him. When she showed no signs of backing down, he smiled condescendingly. "I'll keep the mutt in line for you." With those words of reassurance, he turned back to his script. "Nay, good goose, bite not."
Joey growled, but gave the teacher a pointed look, as though making sure that she saw him getting back to work. "Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce...."
~*~*~*~
"Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, that late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul is but a little way above our heads, staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him." Seto demanded. He was holding a plastic prop sword, which looked oddly like a katana. Oh, well.... Even still, he was able to look intimidating with it, especially since he was standing before Yugi.
"Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, shalt with him hence." Yugi scowled, trying to sound mean, though it was difficult with his naturally high, sweet voice. His hands were on his hips, one holding a sword that was over half as long as he was tall....
"This shall determine that." Seto told him with finality, and swung his sword.... right over Yugi's head. Their glaring height difference made it amazingly awkward. Gah....
"Umm..." Yugi looked up as the blade whooshed past, sweatdropping. This was rather demeaning....
"Hang on...." Seto shook his head in disgust, and went backstage. He soon returned with a good-sized wooden crate, which he set down on the floor, stepping back with a patronizing look. "Here. Get on."
"Thanks..." Yugi sighed, blushing slightly with embarrassment as he scrambled onto the box that was offered, gaining just enough height for his top of his hair spikes to reach Seto's shoulder. The duel continued in considerably more ease than it had started, and Yugi soon let himself get poked in the chest by Seto's sword, climbing carefully back down to the ground before falling. He didn't want to hurt himself.... ^^;;
~*~*~*~
Now, Tea lay sprawled on the floor, eyes closed and perfectly still. Seto knelt before her, reading from his script. "Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, oh, you the doors of breath, seal with a righ--" He did a double take, eyes widening in disbelief. "I've got to _kiss_ her?!" Seto demanded of the teacher.
Ms. P grinned, looking fiendishly pleased with herself by the reaction she'd gained from the normally stoic boy. "Of course. They always did. You should feel lucky; in the days this was first preformed, it was two men on stage."
"But--"
"Whenever you're ready." She sat back with an air of finality, folding her hands to watch the show with amusement.
Seto scowled darkly at her, but picked up the small vial, raising it to his lips and feigning a drink. "Oh, true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die." With a small shudder, Seto pushed aside all the thoughts that had started to crowd his head.
Just a kiss. It was just a kiss for a stupid play. Nothing else. Willing the thread of unease that snaked through his mind to dissipate, he leaned forward with a grimace of distaste, barely brushing his lips against Tea's. Glad that his part was over, and probably more relieved than he should have been, he collapsed onto his side, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling.
Soon enough, Tea sat up, picking up her sheet from beside her, and proceeded to make her observations of the poison. "I will kiss thy lips; happily some poison yet doth hang on them, to make die with a restorative." With a considerably less reluctance than Seto, she leaned forward, and gave him a gentle kiss. Seto closed his eyes. Just for a play. It didn't mean anything else.
She picked up the plastic knife, and looked down at it. "Oh, happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die." Tea poked herself with the dagger, then collapsed onto Seto.
Seto frowned at her a little. "You're heavier than you look."
"Seto Kaiba!" Tea exclaimed softly, their heads close enough to not need to speak loudly. "Are you accusing me of being fat?"
"Perhaps...."
"The nerve!" Her clear blue eyes flashed indignantly. "Do you _try_ to insult everybody you talk to?" She demanded.
"If I'd wanted to insult you, the answer would have been more akin to 'undoubtedly'." Seto remarked wryly.
"You!" Tea glared at him a little, her fighting spirit raised by the perceived slights. "You wait for me after the bell rings, do you understand?"
"Do you take me for a simpleton? Of course I understand." Seto responded, somewhat contemptuously. "But I've yet to see the day that I'll take orders from the likes of you." He rolled his eyes. What he DIDN'T understand, was how girls' feelings were so easily hurt by comments that weren't supposed to mean a thing.... He'd only been stating a fact! What was wrong with _that_?