Lightning-Dono: Heh, this is going to be way fun to write! I'm getting tired of the director, though...Also, I've stopped treating this fic like just fun and games because of the genre, so I went back to my descriptive old self. ;)
Answers to the reviewers
Pamster - Aw, you're too kind! n.n The director is annoying, but fun to write about. I'd better come up with a name for him fast because 'the director' is getting old. xD
Hatsuahrolover - Malik is great! I just...don't like Yami no Malik...He's just sick! xD Not to mention very wrinkly...Jounouchi fans unite! -weird star appears above head-
WolfBane2 – I'm glad you liked that phrase. n.n; I do, too.
Spider Azrail: Gil Theif-Chan – The director should really take some classes, ne? o.o Yeah...Malik was kind of there for about five seconds and then he was off. Then again, he couldn't have and I won't tell you why because it's a spoiler. Unless, of course, you already know. =)
dannyphantomsgf – Heh...Well, wouldn't you say that? ;)
"Dude, Marik, look what you did!" Duke exclaimed when he and Tristan rushed into the part of the studio that Marik was in. The director was still gaping at the wreck before his eyes.
Marik gave everyone an innocent look. "I didn't do it."
"Oh, yeah right. A great loony like you-," Tristan began.
"No, I didn't do it this time. The director was going ballistic and then he, er, knocked everything over..." Marik paused for a second to look at Tristan closely. "And I'm not a loony! Rawr!" With that, Marik pounced in a crazed fashion onto Tristan, whose eyes were wide with terror.
"Aah...Aah...NOOOOO!" He shrieked as he unsuccessfully tried to get away.
"Stop acting like a couple of big babies, guys. We need to help the director!" Duke used two fingers to grasp one lock of hair and tossed it; an old habit. It fell back into place. "I can never get that lock of hair to stop blocking my view..." he muttered as he strutted undauntedly towards the director.
"All this " The director said, his jaw still scraping the floor.
"We can fix it," Duke assured him with a hint of doubt in his voice as he glanced helplessly towards the pile of destroyed equipment. "We can always get new ones at the electronics store or something. Or Kaiba will make them for you. Or Pegasus. Or-,"
"I get it!" The director growled at Duke. "Do you think I'm so low in intelligence that I can't even make my own?"
Duke was sorry that he had ever opened his big mouth. "No, I just-,"
"I knew it all along! Everyone thinks I'm a big fat-," the director broke out into wails of despair.
"No, no!" Duke said quickly, trying to calm the sobbing man before him. He turned towards Tristan and Marik, who were busy strangling each other in one corner and rolling from wall to wall, destroying objects in their way. "Uh, a little help here!?"
"I shall destroy you!" Marik was saying, smashing the floral print window curtains with an artificial flower. There was a bulge beneath the curtains, perhaps indicating that Tristan was under it.
"Oh, come on guys. It's sad enough that the director is sad, but you don't have to make each other sad." Duke's bottom lip quivered, an action that was very unlike him.
Marik stopped bashing Tristan with a stick. "Oh. I thought that was Tristan wailing. Ha ha ha." He threw the stick to the side and ran over to aid Duke in calming down the director, who was having a serious nervous breakdown. Leaning over with his hands on his knees, he peered at the director's face, smiling all the while. "Hello, there," Marik said in a very smooth voice.
The director started to hyperventilate as he tried to stop crying. "He-Hello," he gasped.
Marik's eyes widened. "There is definitely something wrong with him. Definitely." Marik drew himself up to full height, struck a pose and nodded sagely down at the director.
"Will you stop being dramatic? We have to help him!" Duke said vehemently, standing up and smacking Marik across the face. The teen looked shocked as a blazing red mark appeared on his face.
"You didn't," Marik murmured dramatically, reaching up and hand and touching his numb cheek in awe.
"I did. So it's either help the poor guy or stand here and get smacked over and over!" Duke suppressed an evil laugh and knelt back down. "It's okay," he crooned in a comforting voice.
"Fine. Don't care about my beautiful face," Marik replied, hurt.
The director spoke up at last. "You are too kind, Duke. I should go buy some new equipment, now." He sniffed a bit, got up and exited the room gracefully.
"He's like a ballerina," Tristan whispered as he watched the director glide through the door, his feet appearing to not touch the ground. Everyone turned to gawk at him. "Uh, I mean, he's like a ghost," Tristan edited quickly.
A few hours later, the director and his shooting crew had gone to a store to buy new filming equipment. Of course, the cast members were left behind because the director figured that they probably couldn't control themselves at the electronics store.
"Who wants ta part-ay?" Joey asked, yelling with all his might like Tarzan would've.
"Stop being a total dolt," Mai told him, yanking the end of his hair playfully. She did have a part in the movie...But it only lasted a few seconds, also.
"I'm not bein' a dolt. I'm askin' if anyone wants ta have fun. Got a problem?" Joey held up his fist threateningly, leveling it with Mai's nose. Instead of flinching, she grinned and pushed his fist back down.
"You wouldn't hurt me." She smirked and walked away to find her precious wine. Apparently, the director had drank it all last night for dinner, and she wasn't too thrilled.
"Suit yourself," Joey said heatedly, walking off to find Yugi. What he walked in on was more than he could've ever hoped for. Well, he hadn't exactly been expecting it, much less hoping. He had entered an empty room in the studio, thinking Yugi might be in there checking something out. Joey's instincts had turned out to be correct, but Yugi wasn't alone in there.
He and Téa were sitting side-by-side on the couch, arms wrapped around each other and kissing passionately. Joey almost screamed when his brain had managed to compute the jumbled mess of what he was seeing. Well, I thought Yugi loved Téa an' all, but dis is just plain weird! He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and squinted at the pair before telling himself that this was all real.
"Oh, there's Joey," Yugi said, pulling away quickly. "Hiyah, Joey."
"Hi, Yugi, ol' buddy..."
"What's wrong?"
Joey wanted to roar at this with laughter. Yugi had just been smooching Téa and he didn't know what was wrong?
"Well, it was just that you an' Téa were all..." He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. Téa leaned over and whispered something to Yugi that sounded a lot like, "He saw us."
"You bet I saw you," Joey blurted out before thinking about how embarrassing this was to his friend. Yugi flushed a brilliant shade of cherry.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," Yugi said calmly, a hint of a smile playing upon his lips. "It wasn't meant for your eyes."
To Joey's displeasure, Téa snorted and said, "You're darn right that wasn't meant for his eyes. But now that it's over, how would you guys like to do something fun?"
Joey and Yugi nodded hesitantly, not quite sure just what Téa meant by 'fun'. Certainly anything fun to Téa could range from painting their nails and drawing connected circles on their hands.
"What are we doin'?" Joey asked cautiously.
"I'm hungry. Let's go get some food," Yugi informed them all before Téa had a chance to say what she had in mind.
"All right! Snacks!" Joey grabbed Yugi's arm and ran to the dining area of the studio. Téa just stood their smiling.
"He's so cute," she muttered to herself dreamily.
In the dining area was chaos. Mai was screaming about not having any wine to drink. Odion was trying to calm Marik, who had resorted to continuing his assault on Tristan. Yami was threatening a sandwich that he would send it to the Shadow Realm if it didn't display it's inner contents to him. Ryou was silently popping grapes into his mouth (A/N: How KAWAAIII!) while Duke sat across from him, munching on some crackers and shouting over the noise to get his message across to Ryou. Seto was no where in sight.
"Dis...Wasn't what I had in mind," Joey commented, watching Marik take apples out of a bowl of fruit and chuck them endlessly at Tristan. "Hey, Marik! Dos are good apples there!" He bellowed, making his way through the mess of people.
"No need to get so upset, they are wormy. Besides, this is fun." Marik managed to hit Tristan's hair.
"But it's food," Joey whined, wincing as the apples hit the ground around his...other friend. "An' stop hurtin' him! How would you like it if I threw apples at ya?" He scooped an apple up off the ground and hurled it towards Marik's back.
"Aargh!" He screamed in pain, leaping up and doing a strange little dance.
"Hey, you're right. Dis is fun."
"I'll get you, Joseph!"
"Watch da name, Marik!"
Pretty soon, a dirty blonde Tomb Keeper was chasing a blonde New York former gangster around the large dining table.
"I think I'll go find Seto and Mokuba," Yugi muttered, walking away from the scene.
Heading up the stairs, he bumped completely into Mokuba, nearly toppling the poor boy down the stairs.
"Are you okay?" Yugi asked quickly, helping a moaning Mokuba up
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Where's your 'Niisam- I mean, where's Seto?" Yugi caught himself as the director had forced them all to speak English at all the times, no matter how bad the situations.
"He's upstairs in the room," Mokuba beamed, giving Yugi a strange little pat on the head, and running off.
It seems he's always in the room now Yugi thought, wondering what Seto could be doing that was so important.
"Go away, Yugi." Was the greeting Yugi received when he entered the room.
"What have you been doing up here?" He asked, leaning over Seto's shoulder.
"Studying this script. I used to study so much...When our director told me to study the script, I couldn't help it." Seto closed his mouth after this speech (or as much of one he had made in a few days) and continued to read through the script.
"But don't you get bored?" Yugi pestered, wanting to force Seto to do something healthy for once besides sit there all day.
"Butt off, Yugi. I know exactly what I'm doing," he snarled, shooing Yugi away with a motion of his hand.
Yugi was about to tell Seto to come down to the main part of the studio some time, but he knew Seto wouldn't approve of the loud commotion that often went on downstairs. "All right." Closing the door behind him, he decided to go and see what was happening now.
"Stop followin' me!" Joey yelled as Marik trailed him throughout the whole studio.
"I won't. This is revenge. You have to let me hang out with you for a day."
Joey almost passed out from shock. "What?" He asked in disbelief. "Y-You can't do dat!"
"Yes I can. I'll just follow you around all day. Clever, isn't it?" Marik grinned.
"Yeah, sure." Joey found Yugi while he was trekking around trying to lose Marik somewhere. But Marik wasn't very easy to lose because he had very keen eyes that could spot tons of things. Including Joey's bright red top that he had decided to wear that day. (A/N: He looks nice in it. =D)
"What's Marik doing?" Yugi questioned.
Joey groaned. "I get goosebumps just discussin' it. Let's go." That was when Joey started to wonder what he would do to lose Marik if he had to use the can. "Not good..." Joey muttered as he led Yugi aimlessly around the studio, feeling lost.
A few hours after that, the director and the filming crew were back with the heavy apparatus.
As the director stepped into the dining room, he was knocked completely off his feet by a large flash of dark purple light. With that, the table and a particular sandwich disappeared.
"What is the meaning of this?" The director demanded, looking at everything over furiously.
"I was just sending the table and a sandwich to the Shadow Realm," Yami explained.