DRACULA
*Cast*
MINA: Tsuzuki Asato
LUCY: Kannuki Wakaba
JONATHAN HARKER: Kurosaki Hisoka
JOHN SEWARD: Terazuma Hajime
RENFIELD: Watari Yutaka
DRACULA: Muraki Kazutaka
VAN HELSING: Tatsumi Seiichirou
MAID: GuShoShin Junior
ATTENDANT: GuShoShin Senior
VIXENS: Saya and Yuma
My cast will be called by their normal names, but just so you know what role they are taking on, use the above list. Now, prepare for a great twist on a great novel/play/movie, etc. You never know what things will stay true to the plot, and what I plan to change.
*****1: The Beginning*****
The setting sun casts shades of pinks and purples over the horizon, blazing in through the glass of a rather large bay window in a very luxurious bedroom. There is a large four-poster bed with satin sheets and an expensive, pink comforter, along with various tables, including one near the end of the bed that is covered with photographs and a silver, hand-held mirror.
A young woman stands beside the window, gazing fondly out of it. She is quite lovely, with long, wavy, golden-blonde hair, and fascinating eyes. One is the color of amber, the other a mixture of blue and green much like the sea she can hear in the distance, but is unable to see.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed is her dearest friend, a young man with dark brown hair that always seems to fall into his eyes - eyes that are even more unique than hers. Holding the color of amethyst within their vibrant depths, this creature is truly one of a kind.
"We're going to open a business together when Hisoka gets back, so neither of us will ever have to work as a solicitor again." young Tsuzuki Asato explains, completely lost within his own thoughts. "I was a little surprised when he agreed, but we've been partnered for so long now, I guess he liked the idea of keeping things familiar."
"Mm hmm." Kannuki Wakaba acknowledges, far from bored by now. Tsuzuki has been going on about his friend Hisoka for ages.
"I told him how I wanted to quit, and he said he had been thinking the same thing. So I asked if he wanted to try and start up a business together, and after thinking it over, he said yes!"
"Mm hmm."
"Working for the bank gets so tedious, and I'd much rather run things myself, as long as Hisoka does the paperwork. He's better at it."
"I see."
"We already bought that old building on Shiori Street, but we haven't decided what we want our business to be yet. Maybe a bookstore. Or a restaurant!" Tsuzuki exclaims, clearly loving that idea the most.
"How fascinating." Wakaba replies, still acting as if she is interested, but caught up in an idea for getting Tsuzuki to switch topics. Slowly, she has worked her way behind Tsuzuki and is climbing up onto the bed.
"We'll make the final payments and decide what to do once he gets back from his last assignment. I wanted to go with, but Hisoka said it was a one man job."
"Really?" Wakaba speaks, still playing the part of dutiful listener, while she playfully takes one of the sheets from the bed and flips it over her shoulders to use as a cape. Tsuzuki hasn't noticed her yet, but soon she is standing on the bed behind him, looking down threateningly.
"Yeah, I was really disappointed. He gets to travel all over the place. This last job is with some Count in Romania or something."
Ever so carefully, Wakaba advances...
"I hope I get a letter from him soon."
...and descends!
"I really...hmph!" Tsuzuki is cut off as Wakaba attacks, tangling him amongst the sheets and giggling wildly at his expense. "Wakaba-chan, stop it." he laughs in reply, attempting to fend her off.
"Not till you stop all this nonsense about businesses and trips and blah, blah, blah." she answers back, proceeding to tickle her friend mercilessly beneath the sheet.
Tsuzuki lets out a glorious laugh, still trying to gain the upper hand. "I haven't seen you in so long, I thought you'd - "
"So don't talk to me about property and plans." Wakaba beams, at last pulling the sheet away and letting up on her assault. The pair remain lying next to each other, side by side on the bed. "Tell me of your heart, Tsuzuki."
"My...heart?"
"Forget you heart. Tell me about your body. Tell me what thoughts of your precious Hisoka do to your skin and your blood and your bones - !"
"Wakaba!" Tsuzuki cries, blushing shamefully at her insinuations. "What are you saying? Hisoka and I are friends at best. He barely speaks to me sometimes. Why would you think such things?"
Sitting up sharply, Wakaba shakes her head in a wave of golden curls. "You can't fool me Tsu-chan. Whether you're a boy or not, you're still my closest girlfriend. You can tell me the truth."
Tsuzuki blushes more deeply, but doesn't reply, still lying back on the bed.
"Fine, have it your way." she sulks, standing up fully, and smoothing out her now crumpled, blue gown. "You're entering a 'business' relationship with a man who leaves you cold."
"Iie...not cold..."
Instantly, Wakaba brightens, knowing her words have brought about their desired affect.
"Not cold at all." Tsuzuki breathes, closing his eyes as he snuggles deeper into the covers. "Sometimes...I think of his touch...the few times he actually allows himself to touch me...whether on the shoulder, the hand, an accidental brush of my leg...and I tremble. I can feel my heart beating up into my throat."
"Oh Tsuzuki..."
"He's only been gone a week, and already I...ache for him...for his company. When a letter finally arrives, just reading his words, knowing his hands created them, fills me with so much happiness..."
/Tsuzuki. I write to you from the heart of the Carpathian Mountains. My client, the Count, is sending a carriage for me in the morning and we'll begin work at his castle. They say this particular region, Transilvania, is one of the wildest areas of Europe. For some reason, that made me think of you. It's strange that I miss you when you're always pestering me about one thing or another, and I often wonder if entering into a business together won't drive me insane. But then I remember our friendship, and all the times you have been there for me when no one else would even try, and I change my mind. Anyway, I'm just writing to let you know that I am safe. A strange woman, reeking of garlic, pushed a crucifix into my hand the other night when I told her about my client and where I was heading, but I think her fear is nothing more than superstition. I decided to keep it as a souvenir, though. Maybe it's something I'll give to you when I return. Until my next letter...Hisoka./
"Hisoka..." Tsuzuki whispers breathlessly, wrapped up in the memory of that last letter, and the young man who had sent it.
"Sure, Tsuzuki. You don't have romantic feelings for him at all." Wakaba teases, poking the brunette on the nose as she hovers above him. He opens his eyes, peaking up at her sheepishly "Don't be ashamed because you've fallen for another man. There's nothing wrong with it. Love is love. Everyone has equal chance of falling in love with someone of the same or opposite sex, if you ask me. In the end, you can't choose who you fall in love with. It just happens."
"But what if he doesn't feel the same way?" Tsuzuki whimpers, at last sitting up, and allowing Wakaba to cradle his head against her chest.
"Don't worry about that. Who could possibly not love *you*?"
"Sumimasen, Wakaba-san." Interrupts a sudden, high-pitched voice. "That gentleman is here again."
An odd, bird-like creature floats towards them, wearing a darling little apron and bonnet. He is a family pet of sorts, GuShoShin, whose older brother works at the mental hospital and goes by the same name. He has been Wakaba's servant since she was but a twinkle in her parents' eyes.
"What gentleman?" Tsuzuki inquires.
"Terazuma-sensei."
"Terazuma? A doctor? Wakaba...!"
"What should I tell him?" GuShoShin asks politely, fluttering closer to his mistress.
"Tell him to come back tomorrow." Wakaba instructs. "I'm not feeling well today."
Both GuShoShin and Tsuzuki look at her skeptically. "Very well." the bird agrees, and quickly flies back out of the room.
After making sure GuShoShin had gone, Tsuzuki stands from the bed and goes to Wakaba, who has moved to once again stand beside the window. "No secrets, Wakaba-chan. That's what we've always promised each other, ever since we were children. Tell me. Is that gentleman the same Terazuma we went to school with? What's going on?"
"Oh, Tsuzuki, can't you guess?" Wakaba laments, filled with joy and sorrow all at once. "I'm in love!"
"With Terazuma? The bully who never left me alone?"
"The proverbs say it better."
"The proverbs?"
"It never rains but it pours, Tsuzuki. It's not just Terazuma. I have three suitors after my hand."
"Three!" Tsuzuki cries. "Who?"
Gliding gracefully past him, Wakaba goes to the table near the end of her bed and scoops up three picture frames from it. Motioning for Tsuzuki to stand beside her, she holds them up one by one, each showing a different, and yet equally striking, young man.
"There's Kojirou, the lawyer..." she explains with the first, displaying a man with dark hair and chiseled features. "...his twin brother Kotarou, the teacher..." comes the next, who indeed has the same face as his brother, but appears darker in complexion, with silvery-white hair instead of black. "...and Terazuma, whom you seem to remember." finishes the last, wearing a frown in his photo rather than a smile like the others.
His hair is short and nearly black, though it seems to have tints of a bluish-green. His eyes are almost red, with little scars - almost like animal-markings - just below his bottom lashes.
"Terazuma Hajime." Wakaba repeats. "Still young, but already in control of an immense insane asylum. He's studied all over the world, learning dream interpretation and hypnosis. Just imagine the kind of power he must have over his patients."
"But Wakaba-chan..." Tsuzuki whines, following closely behind as she moves to put the pictures back in their rightful places. "...Terazuma was the most ill-tempered, insensitive, egotistical -"
"Tsuzuki!" Wakaba cries indignantly, spinning back around to point an accusing finger in his face. "Behave yourself. I can love whomever I want. I just...don't know who I love most yet." Discontented, she moves to the bed again and slumps down on the edge. "Why can't a girl marry three men instead of one? I know it's foolish to say that, but all this happiness over having so many suitors has made me so utterly miserable."
Pushing his own feelings aside, Tsuzuki joins her on the bed, wrapping a loving arm around her slender shoulders. "Don't let happiness make you sad. That's the worst contradiction I've ever heard. You'll figure out whose best for you in time. It's kinda funny, if you think about it. The man I love is far away, and yours are all too near. But...at least we can be here for each other..."
With Wakaba's head on his shoulder, Tsuzuki and his dearest friend sit in quiet peace, thinking of their lost and newly found loves with heavy hearts.
Had they the foresight to understand how even the most seemingly unrelated events coincide, they may have mingled their tears for more important...more dangerous...reasons. While they think on their hearts desires, someone far away, and yet frighteningly close, is thinking on his...
*****A/N*****
Well, what do you think? Good idea? I think so. No, it's not a goofy spoof, as I'm sure you've figured out. It's going to be the real thing, only fit to our dear Shinigami and friends. I'm really excited, so please REVIEW!!!
If you don't know the un-Hollywood version of Dracula (actually, there is a true to the book one, "Bram Stroker's Dracula," with Winona Rider that is very good) here is your chance to find out how the story goes. I'm using my play script to help guide me. See, I was Van Helsing in high school for our Spring Play, and we always got to keep the scripts. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy, and don't forget to REVIEW!!!
*Cast*
MINA: Tsuzuki Asato
LUCY: Kannuki Wakaba
JONATHAN HARKER: Kurosaki Hisoka
JOHN SEWARD: Terazuma Hajime
RENFIELD: Watari Yutaka
DRACULA: Muraki Kazutaka
VAN HELSING: Tatsumi Seiichirou
MAID: GuShoShin Junior
ATTENDANT: GuShoShin Senior
VIXENS: Saya and Yuma
My cast will be called by their normal names, but just so you know what role they are taking on, use the above list. Now, prepare for a great twist on a great novel/play/movie, etc. You never know what things will stay true to the plot, and what I plan to change.
*****1: The Beginning*****
The setting sun casts shades of pinks and purples over the horizon, blazing in through the glass of a rather large bay window in a very luxurious bedroom. There is a large four-poster bed with satin sheets and an expensive, pink comforter, along with various tables, including one near the end of the bed that is covered with photographs and a silver, hand-held mirror.
A young woman stands beside the window, gazing fondly out of it. She is quite lovely, with long, wavy, golden-blonde hair, and fascinating eyes. One is the color of amber, the other a mixture of blue and green much like the sea she can hear in the distance, but is unable to see.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed is her dearest friend, a young man with dark brown hair that always seems to fall into his eyes - eyes that are even more unique than hers. Holding the color of amethyst within their vibrant depths, this creature is truly one of a kind.
"We're going to open a business together when Hisoka gets back, so neither of us will ever have to work as a solicitor again." young Tsuzuki Asato explains, completely lost within his own thoughts. "I was a little surprised when he agreed, but we've been partnered for so long now, I guess he liked the idea of keeping things familiar."
"Mm hmm." Kannuki Wakaba acknowledges, far from bored by now. Tsuzuki has been going on about his friend Hisoka for ages.
"I told him how I wanted to quit, and he said he had been thinking the same thing. So I asked if he wanted to try and start up a business together, and after thinking it over, he said yes!"
"Mm hmm."
"Working for the bank gets so tedious, and I'd much rather run things myself, as long as Hisoka does the paperwork. He's better at it."
"I see."
"We already bought that old building on Shiori Street, but we haven't decided what we want our business to be yet. Maybe a bookstore. Or a restaurant!" Tsuzuki exclaims, clearly loving that idea the most.
"How fascinating." Wakaba replies, still acting as if she is interested, but caught up in an idea for getting Tsuzuki to switch topics. Slowly, she has worked her way behind Tsuzuki and is climbing up onto the bed.
"We'll make the final payments and decide what to do once he gets back from his last assignment. I wanted to go with, but Hisoka said it was a one man job."
"Really?" Wakaba speaks, still playing the part of dutiful listener, while she playfully takes one of the sheets from the bed and flips it over her shoulders to use as a cape. Tsuzuki hasn't noticed her yet, but soon she is standing on the bed behind him, looking down threateningly.
"Yeah, I was really disappointed. He gets to travel all over the place. This last job is with some Count in Romania or something."
Ever so carefully, Wakaba advances...
"I hope I get a letter from him soon."
...and descends!
"I really...hmph!" Tsuzuki is cut off as Wakaba attacks, tangling him amongst the sheets and giggling wildly at his expense. "Wakaba-chan, stop it." he laughs in reply, attempting to fend her off.
"Not till you stop all this nonsense about businesses and trips and blah, blah, blah." she answers back, proceeding to tickle her friend mercilessly beneath the sheet.
Tsuzuki lets out a glorious laugh, still trying to gain the upper hand. "I haven't seen you in so long, I thought you'd - "
"So don't talk to me about property and plans." Wakaba beams, at last pulling the sheet away and letting up on her assault. The pair remain lying next to each other, side by side on the bed. "Tell me of your heart, Tsuzuki."
"My...heart?"
"Forget you heart. Tell me about your body. Tell me what thoughts of your precious Hisoka do to your skin and your blood and your bones - !"
"Wakaba!" Tsuzuki cries, blushing shamefully at her insinuations. "What are you saying? Hisoka and I are friends at best. He barely speaks to me sometimes. Why would you think such things?"
Sitting up sharply, Wakaba shakes her head in a wave of golden curls. "You can't fool me Tsu-chan. Whether you're a boy or not, you're still my closest girlfriend. You can tell me the truth."
Tsuzuki blushes more deeply, but doesn't reply, still lying back on the bed.
"Fine, have it your way." she sulks, standing up fully, and smoothing out her now crumpled, blue gown. "You're entering a 'business' relationship with a man who leaves you cold."
"Iie...not cold..."
Instantly, Wakaba brightens, knowing her words have brought about their desired affect.
"Not cold at all." Tsuzuki breathes, closing his eyes as he snuggles deeper into the covers. "Sometimes...I think of his touch...the few times he actually allows himself to touch me...whether on the shoulder, the hand, an accidental brush of my leg...and I tremble. I can feel my heart beating up into my throat."
"Oh Tsuzuki..."
"He's only been gone a week, and already I...ache for him...for his company. When a letter finally arrives, just reading his words, knowing his hands created them, fills me with so much happiness..."
/Tsuzuki. I write to you from the heart of the Carpathian Mountains. My client, the Count, is sending a carriage for me in the morning and we'll begin work at his castle. They say this particular region, Transilvania, is one of the wildest areas of Europe. For some reason, that made me think of you. It's strange that I miss you when you're always pestering me about one thing or another, and I often wonder if entering into a business together won't drive me insane. But then I remember our friendship, and all the times you have been there for me when no one else would even try, and I change my mind. Anyway, I'm just writing to let you know that I am safe. A strange woman, reeking of garlic, pushed a crucifix into my hand the other night when I told her about my client and where I was heading, but I think her fear is nothing more than superstition. I decided to keep it as a souvenir, though. Maybe it's something I'll give to you when I return. Until my next letter...Hisoka./
"Hisoka..." Tsuzuki whispers breathlessly, wrapped up in the memory of that last letter, and the young man who had sent it.
"Sure, Tsuzuki. You don't have romantic feelings for him at all." Wakaba teases, poking the brunette on the nose as she hovers above him. He opens his eyes, peaking up at her sheepishly "Don't be ashamed because you've fallen for another man. There's nothing wrong with it. Love is love. Everyone has equal chance of falling in love with someone of the same or opposite sex, if you ask me. In the end, you can't choose who you fall in love with. It just happens."
"But what if he doesn't feel the same way?" Tsuzuki whimpers, at last sitting up, and allowing Wakaba to cradle his head against her chest.
"Don't worry about that. Who could possibly not love *you*?"
"Sumimasen, Wakaba-san." Interrupts a sudden, high-pitched voice. "That gentleman is here again."
An odd, bird-like creature floats towards them, wearing a darling little apron and bonnet. He is a family pet of sorts, GuShoShin, whose older brother works at the mental hospital and goes by the same name. He has been Wakaba's servant since she was but a twinkle in her parents' eyes.
"What gentleman?" Tsuzuki inquires.
"Terazuma-sensei."
"Terazuma? A doctor? Wakaba...!"
"What should I tell him?" GuShoShin asks politely, fluttering closer to his mistress.
"Tell him to come back tomorrow." Wakaba instructs. "I'm not feeling well today."
Both GuShoShin and Tsuzuki look at her skeptically. "Very well." the bird agrees, and quickly flies back out of the room.
After making sure GuShoShin had gone, Tsuzuki stands from the bed and goes to Wakaba, who has moved to once again stand beside the window. "No secrets, Wakaba-chan. That's what we've always promised each other, ever since we were children. Tell me. Is that gentleman the same Terazuma we went to school with? What's going on?"
"Oh, Tsuzuki, can't you guess?" Wakaba laments, filled with joy and sorrow all at once. "I'm in love!"
"With Terazuma? The bully who never left me alone?"
"The proverbs say it better."
"The proverbs?"
"It never rains but it pours, Tsuzuki. It's not just Terazuma. I have three suitors after my hand."
"Three!" Tsuzuki cries. "Who?"
Gliding gracefully past him, Wakaba goes to the table near the end of her bed and scoops up three picture frames from it. Motioning for Tsuzuki to stand beside her, she holds them up one by one, each showing a different, and yet equally striking, young man.
"There's Kojirou, the lawyer..." she explains with the first, displaying a man with dark hair and chiseled features. "...his twin brother Kotarou, the teacher..." comes the next, who indeed has the same face as his brother, but appears darker in complexion, with silvery-white hair instead of black. "...and Terazuma, whom you seem to remember." finishes the last, wearing a frown in his photo rather than a smile like the others.
His hair is short and nearly black, though it seems to have tints of a bluish-green. His eyes are almost red, with little scars - almost like animal-markings - just below his bottom lashes.
"Terazuma Hajime." Wakaba repeats. "Still young, but already in control of an immense insane asylum. He's studied all over the world, learning dream interpretation and hypnosis. Just imagine the kind of power he must have over his patients."
"But Wakaba-chan..." Tsuzuki whines, following closely behind as she moves to put the pictures back in their rightful places. "...Terazuma was the most ill-tempered, insensitive, egotistical -"
"Tsuzuki!" Wakaba cries indignantly, spinning back around to point an accusing finger in his face. "Behave yourself. I can love whomever I want. I just...don't know who I love most yet." Discontented, she moves to the bed again and slumps down on the edge. "Why can't a girl marry three men instead of one? I know it's foolish to say that, but all this happiness over having so many suitors has made me so utterly miserable."
Pushing his own feelings aside, Tsuzuki joins her on the bed, wrapping a loving arm around her slender shoulders. "Don't let happiness make you sad. That's the worst contradiction I've ever heard. You'll figure out whose best for you in time. It's kinda funny, if you think about it. The man I love is far away, and yours are all too near. But...at least we can be here for each other..."
With Wakaba's head on his shoulder, Tsuzuki and his dearest friend sit in quiet peace, thinking of their lost and newly found loves with heavy hearts.
Had they the foresight to understand how even the most seemingly unrelated events coincide, they may have mingled their tears for more important...more dangerous...reasons. While they think on their hearts desires, someone far away, and yet frighteningly close, is thinking on his...
*****A/N*****
Well, what do you think? Good idea? I think so. No, it's not a goofy spoof, as I'm sure you've figured out. It's going to be the real thing, only fit to our dear Shinigami and friends. I'm really excited, so please REVIEW!!!
If you don't know the un-Hollywood version of Dracula (actually, there is a true to the book one, "Bram Stroker's Dracula," with Winona Rider that is very good) here is your chance to find out how the story goes. I'm using my play script to help guide me. See, I was Van Helsing in high school for our Spring Play, and we always got to keep the scripts. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy, and don't forget to REVIEW!!!