A:N…yo peeps. 'kew for the reviews!. Umm…in response to Aldrea's request, I'll be glad to have you as a special guest…and anyone else who requests! But if I do happen to do it, I'll be in later chapters because I've already written this story up to ch5 (I think S) and yeah…). Enjoy this short-ish chapter.
Chapter 3. Maya
Yami, Princess, Bakura, Seto and Megan found themselves walking into a rich ass, fancy restaurant, thanks to the massive fortune Megan made by capturing criminals and whatnot, along with Seto's CEO money and Princess's magical mass of cash which has unaccountable reasons of existence. Anyway, the four of them got themselves a table and seated themselves around, Princess opposite Yami, Megan opposite Seto and Bakura, being the snobby antisocialist he was, took his solitary seat at the end of the table. After ordering their dinner, and all that other boring stuff that I'm too lazy to detail, the four were beginning to strike up a conversation when all of a suddenly, the lights dimmed
"What the hell?!" Princess snapped with dainty disgust
"Oooooh…that's right, some singer's meant to be performing for tonight's entertainment," Yami explained absent-mindedly. Princess raised an eyebrow
"What's her name?" she queried. Yami pondered for a few seconds
"I saw it on the program thing…her name's Maya Windsong,"
"Singer?! Are you serious? Pft! If you wanted to hear a singer, you should've just asked me…no-one can sing better than me!" She boasted
"Bet I can!" Megan challenged. Suddenly, before Princess could shoot back a fiery retort, that same nasty voice of the authoress crawled into their minds again
Unless it's another MS…"Pssht…and what are the chances of that happening?" Princess snapped back aloud. Her question was soon to be answered by the hush that instantly fell over the whole restaurant, giving way to the soft, ethereal note that was beginning to pick up against the silence. The single held note escalated smoothly, sustained with perfection by the girl at the violin who was unseen because she wasn't important enough to have a role in this story.
Soon, a peaceful piano accompaniment pitched in, composed of perfectly picked notes which turned and dipped at precisely the right moments, each key flowing perfectly into the next. Filling everyone in the room with a nostalgic, poignant and warm sensation, the tune continued to carry on as a silhouetted figure gracefully stepped on stage.
Suddenly, the whole room gasped as a spotlight lit the girl's face. Under the lights, her skin seemed finer than the finest porcelain, silkier than the silkiest silk, and ultimately too perfect for any living soul to touch. Her pale cream complexion was complimented perfectly be her cerulean eyes that seemed to ripple and wash back and forth just like an endless ocean, teeming with the spark of dancing sunlight. Framing her heart shaped face was hair that seemed like threads of lilac moonlight, cut and fashioned into a curved shape that sunk down to the tips of her waist. Two bunches of pale violet funnels spun down either side of her face, resting flawlessly over her full chest. It almost seemed a crime to look at her, for her beauty was one to rival a Goddess's.
But it was only then, when she raised the microphone to glossy, crimson lips, was her physical beauty dwarfed by the majestic splendor of her melodic voice. Each soft word carved from her lips held strong and firm in the air, suspended and lingering as if the strength and sincerity of her voice was almost palpable. It suffused all over the restaurant, seeping into the ears of all within its vicinity; not one soul was left untouched by its ethereal grace. It was laced with the soft echoes of sweet bird calls, imbued with the whispers of a thousand wind sprites, and intertwined with the melody of delicate trickling waterfalls. Like the voice of an angel freshly plucked from the clouds, it dance and flittered in vivacious curves, conforming perfectly to the melody played against it. Reaching even the most impossibly high notes with impeccable accuracy, the singer's voice seemed to latch on to the melody and ride along with it, turning out even the sharpest, most abrupt dips in the tune.
If this is what an angel sounds like…I want to die and go to heaven right now Yami thought in an absent, dreamy stupor. Then, before anyone could know it, Maya held her last note, stretched out impossibly long with the smoothest dips in pitch as she spread her perfect, lithe arm out to her side. One could feel the power exhort from her lungs as the magic tingled down their spine.
As the final note finally cut off and faded into the music with layers of gossamer echoes, the whole room seemed riveted to Maya in awe.
Slowly, a coy mist of claps lifted off, and it wasn't long before it had escalated into an uproar of conferring cheers and whistles. Within moments, the whole restaurant was clapping furiously, overwhelmed by such an evocative, spectacular performance, all while Princess and Megan stared at Maya with jealous disgust as the lilac-haired girl dipped into the most delicate, refined bow ever imaginable.
"Wow," Muttered Yami after the five formed an exodus from the restaurant, imprints of Maya clearly the first priority in his train of thought
"What a girl…" He mumbled, unable to force out the warm, fluffy sensation that billowed within him whenever he thought of the girl and her voice. If only he could meet her in person…she seemed like such a sweet, amiable soul who he'd love more than anything to have in his company.
Suddenly Bakura's tight fist enclosed firmly upon Yami's skull
"OW!! What did you do that for you fu-"
"Snap out of it pharaoh!" Bakura growled warningly as Seto and the two girls walked on, immersing themselves with the challenge of flirting with the CEO
"Listen, those MS's are evil, the authors who created them are also evil and deserve to be killed!" He spat. Yami offered a clueless glance
"Why?"
Bakura sighed, leaning close to whisper in his ear
"Our mission is to bash those Mary-sues! Not love them!"
Yami nodded in remorse, but couldn't help himself feeling that he was beginning to fall for Maya already, albeit he had only laid eyes on her for minutes. Bakura sighed, for, though no words were exchanged, he couldn't help feeling the same way about Princess. Ever since his felonious hands had first laid touch on her milky skin when he had tried to gag her, he continued to find himself falling deeper and deeper in love with her, though he'd go to hell a thousand times and back before he'd candidly show it. With a spark of jealousy, he pierced his brown eyes at Kaiba as Princess fawned over his wiry body, wistfully imagining what it would be like if he were in that position instead of the lanky brunette.
Suddenly, the sound of labored grunts and blunt thwacks lingered upon the night air. Megan, being the goody-goody peacekeeper she was, narrowed her eyes in determination, abandoning her and Princess's unspoken contest of seeing who could win Seto's heart and body first
"Someone's in trouble!" She called as, without warning, she tore towards the source of the problem, the night air streaking through her blonde hair…