A play written by Joey Wheeler and Seto Kaiba
ACT I, SCENE IVKatsuya's home office is where this scene starts off. It looks the same as it did as he wrote in his diary. Now, however, he has put the pile of papers under his desk, and is sitting on it. His eyes scan the letter in his hands. He crumples up, smoothes it out, scans it again, folds it, and then opens it again. This time, he reads it aloud.
KATSUYA: Dear Mr. Yamagi, I warn you now not to throw this letter away, for, if you do, one Hikaru Saishu will be in danger. I believe that has caught your attention. Now, to start off, my name is Monjin Kenka. You know of me – I am the head of Kenka Corporation. Anyway, I have sources that reveal that you are quite fond of Hikaru Saishu – a seventeen-year-old, I am to understand, that has no importance to society whatsoever. Now, if word was to leak out to the press about her – for, I take it, she is a secret – then, not only would it be career suicide, but it would also result in a possible death for her, because fan girls would most definitely be furious. Now that I know you are paying full attention, I'd like to say this: if you do not do as I wish, then I will leak out this information to the press, and secure the death of Hikaru Saishu. If you wish to hear the rest of what I have to say, then you know where to find me. Sincerely, Monjin Kenka. PS: Not a word to anyone… or else…
Katsuya gets up, rage written all over his face. It was only after reading it aloud that he realized what the letter meant: blackmail.
He grabs his desk phone and dials a number. His secretary at the Yamagi building, the elderly Mrs. Jones, picks up.
KATSUYA: Mrs. Jones?
MRS. JONES over the phone: Mr. Yamagi, what can I do for you sir?
She holds a lot of affection in her voice, as if she was talking to her grandson.
KATSUYA: Mrs. Jones, can you connect me straight to the office of Monjin Kenka of Kenka Corp?
MRS. JONES: Of course sir.
KATSUYA: Thank you.
He waits for a few seconds, before the other line is picked up.
MONJIN over the phone: Hello?
He has a smooth, slimly voice.
KATSUYA growling: Kenka! You dirty snake, how dare you blackmail me!
A few buttons are heard from the other line.
MONJIN: Ah… Mr. Yamagi… I see you received my letter.
KATSUYA: Who told you about Hikaru?
MONJIN obviously triumphant: Now, now, Mr. Yamagi, we all have our secrets…
KATSUYA: You bastard! I will not let you use us like this!
MONJIN: I'm afraid you have no choice. You see, if you don't do what I want you to do, then, as I said in my letter, your precious Hikaru will be dead.
KATSUYA muttering: Filthy bastard…! He clears his throat. What exactly do you want me to do?
MONJIN gleeful: Several things. One, I want you to court my daughter, Nuki. Secondly, in a couple of years, I want you to marry her. Thirdly, after this nuptial arrangement, I want 60 of your company.
KATSUYA shocked: … What!
MONJIN: You either do these things, or Hikaru is killed!
KATSUYA in shock: … How long do I have to decide?
MONJIN: I'll give you until Monday at noon. At that time, I will meet you outside of your building and we will go out to lunch to discuss this.
KATSUYA quietly: Monday at noon, then.
MONJIN: Monday at noon! Oh, and remember – not a word to anybody!
The line goes dead.
Katsuya gets up and slams his fist into the wall.
KATSUYA muttering to himself: Dammit! I don't want her to be hurt! But then again… what the hell am I supposed to do! Have her killed and keep my company? Have her alive without my company? Those are the only two things I have in this life…
He slides down onto the floor, head down, suppressing tears of anger and confusion.
KATSUYA: God damn you, Kenka… God damn you…
The scene darkens to show Katsuya's bedroom, late at night. There is an adjourning door to his office on the side of the room. There is a king-sized four-poster bed against the wall with a dragon bedspread. An expensive wooden chest of drawers, cabinet, and nightstand all obviously part of a set with the bed, are also in the room. There is a Persian rug on the floor. There are also two other doors; one that leads out into the hall, and a sliding screen door that leads to the balcony.
He's in the position that he was before, against the wall. There's a knock on his door. He looks up sharply.
KATSUYA: Who is it?
HIKARU'S VOICE: Me, of course. Come open this door before I drop this tray.
Katsuya jumps up and straightens his clothes.
KATSUYA murmuring: This may be the last time I ever see her alone again.
He opens the door and Hikaru steps in with a tray of lemonade and chocolate-chip cookies. She places them on his nightstand and walks up to him. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her passionately.
HIKARU after breaking apart: Missed me that much, huh?
KATSUYA: How can I not? I've been thinking about you a lot lately.
HIKARU hugging him around the waist: I have too. I wish we could be more open about our relationship. Yes, I understand the dangers of the press finding out, but… I can't help but sometimes wish that we could be alone sometimes…
KATSUYA hugging her shoulders: I know what you mean. He pauses and looks at the tray on his nightstand. Make those yourself?
Hikaru chuckles and nods. He walks over, takes a glass of lemonade and a cookie. He quickly finishes them both.
HIKARU: Goodness, did you forget to eat again?
Katsuya shrugs. Hikaru walks over and eats some too.
After finishing off the tray, they walk out onto the balcony. It is a night with the full moon. Stars are scattered all over the sky, and trees are all around.
KATSUYA with his arms around Hikaru, very softly and yet seriously: You know I love you, right?
Hikaru turned to look at him.
HIKARU surprise evident in her voice: Of course I know that. I love you too.
KATSUYA swallowing: You know that I'd never leave you, unless something was threatening me to, right?
HIKARI confused: Of course I know that… Katsuya, what's wrong?
KATSUYA calming down a little: Don't worry about a thing…
He hugs her and mutters the next part, so she doesn't hear.
KATSUYA muttering: … I won't let Kenka take you away from me…
He brings up his head and kisses her.
The curtain falls.
Thank you Veena for "battering." These are the hilarious comments she wrote, that I thought y'all might like. Oh, to clear something up: in most of my stories, Hikari Daeron dates Seto. However, since this is a play, I changed her name slightly to Hikaru Saishu.
Veena's comments:
IT'S REALLY A SHAME (Veena: that Seto looks so much like Jake. but I guess he can't help it. it's his disability.)
(AN: HE DOES NOT LOOK LIKE JAKE!)
KATSUYA: Dear Mr. Yamagi, I warn you now not to throw this letter away, for, if you do, one Hikaru Saishu will be in danger. I believe that has caught your attention. Now, to start off, my name is Monjin Kenka. You know of me; I am the head of Kenka Corporation. Anyway, I have sources that reveal that you are quite fond of Hikaru Saishu, a seventeen-year-old, I am to understand, that has no importance to society whatsoever. Now, if word was to leak out to the press about her, for, I take it, she is a secret, then, not only would it be career suicide, but it would also result in a possible death for her, because fan girls would most definitely be furious. Now that I know you are paying full attention, I'd like to say this: if you do not do as I wish, then I will leak out this information to the press, and secure the death of Hikaru Saishu. If you wish to hear the rest of what I have to say, then you know where to find me. Sincerely, Monjin Kenka. PS: Not a word to anyone… or else.
(Veena: wait, how old's this Katsuya dude? and it would mean DEATH? I think that's a little dramatic. no one killed the Beatles' many girlfriends such as myself... though they may have wanted to. anyway. continue...)
(AN: Katsuya is 18.)
Katsuya gets up, rage written all over his face. It was only after reading it aloud that he realized what the letter meant: blackmail.
(Veena: good observation, Watson! what's our next move?)
He grabs his desk phone and dials a number. His secretary at the Yamagi Building, the elderly Mrs. Jones, picks up.
(Veena: Mrs. Robinson. Heaven holds a place for those who pray. Hey, hey, hey.)
KATSUYA: Mrs. Jones?
MRS. JONES over the phone: Mr. Yamagi, what can I do for you sir?
(Veena: "get me a tall martini with one of those little umbrella things... oh, and a slice of lime. thanks, you're a doll!")
She holds a lot of affection in her voice, as if she was talking to her grandson.
(Veena: Or her secret lover.)
(AN: Okay, NO.)
KATSUYA: Mrs. Jones, can you connect me straight to the office of Monjin Kenka of Kenka Corp?
MRS. JONES: Of course sir.
KATSUYA: Thank you.
He waits for a few seconds, before the other line is picked up.
MONJIN over the phone: Hello?
He has a smooth, slimly voice.
(Veena: define slimly. does it mean he sounds anorexic?)
(AN: … what? Anorexic? How does being anorexic relate to sliminess?)
KATSUYA growling: Kenka! You dirty snake, how dare you blackmail me!
A few buttons are heard from the other line.
MONJIN: Ah Mr. Yamagi I see you received my letter.
(Veena: well, no shit, Sherlock.)
KATSUYA: Who told you about Hikaru?
MONJIN obviously triumphant: Now, now, Mr. Yamagi, we all have our secrets…
KATSUYA: You bastard! I will not let you use us like this!
(Veena: you BASTARD!)
(AN: … sure.)
MONJIN: I'm afraid you have no choice. You see, if you don't do what I want you to do, then, as I said in my letter, your precious Hikaru will be dead.
(Veena: we will throw her into a tank with a bunch of sharks. we're actually still perfecting it because our last victim slipped away somehow. stupid James Bond...)
(AN: The name is Bond… James Bond. I watched Live and Let Die yesterday. Love Bond. Love Paul. Not as much as Veena, but love Paul anyway. He is my buddy and Veena's Hubby.)
KATSUYA muttering: Filthy bastard! He clears his throat. What exactly do you want me to do?
MONJIN gleeful: Several things. One, I want you to go out with my daughter, Nuki. Secondly, in a couple of years, I want you to marry her. Thirdly, after this nuptial arrangement, I want 60 of your company.
(Veena: ehhhh... change "go out" to something else. if this guy is as old as he sounds, he shouldn't say "go out". it's creepy.)
(AN: In the original version, I put "go out." Now, if you note, it's changed to "court.")
KATSUYA shocked: … What!
MONJIN: You either do these things, or Hikaru is killed!
(Veena: I thought her name was Hikari? or is it a typo? whatever. Just pretend to break up with her, start dating the bitch and be really awful so she won't want to marry you.)
(AN: Like I said, Hikari is the real person. For all purposes in this play, her name has been changed to Hikaru, just as Joey is Jounouchi and Seto is Katsuya. Because it's a play, and Joey and Seto star in it. And Hikari plays Hikaru. Okay, I'll shut up now.)
KATSUYA in shock: … How long do I have to decide?
MONJIN: I'll give you until Monday at noon. At that time, I will meet you outside of your building and we will go out to lunch to discuss this.
KATSUYA quietly: Monday at noon, then.
MONJIN: Monday at noon! Oh, and remember: not a word to anybody!
The line goes dead.
(Veena: spooky.)
Katsuya gets up and slams his fist into the wall.
KATSUYA muttering to himself: Dammit! I don't want her to be hurt!
But then again what the hell am I supposed to do! Have her killed and keep my company? Have her alive without my company? Those are the only two things I have in this life…
(Veena: that's sad. really.)
(AN: I know…)
He slides down onto the floor, head down, suppressing tears of anger and confusion.
KATSUYA: God damn you, Kenka… God damn you
The scene darkens to show Katsuya's bedroom, late at night. There is an adjourning door to his office on the side of the room. There is a king-sized four-poster bed against the wall with a dragon bedspread. An expensive wooden chest of drawers, cabinet, and nightstand all obviously part of a set with the bed, are also in the room. There is a Persian rug on the floor. There are also two other doors; one that leads out into the hall, and a sliding screen door that leads to the balcony.
He's in the position that he was before, against the wall. There's a knock on his door. He looks up sharply.
KATSUYA: Who is it?
HIKARU'S VOICE: Me, of course. Come open this door before I drop this tray.
Katsuya jumps up and straightens his clothes.
KATSUYA murmuring: This may be the last time I ever see her alone again.
(Veena: ...get the camera out. NOW.)
(AN: … Okay…)
He opens the door and Hikaru steps in with a tray of lemonade and chocolate-chip cookies. She places them on his nightstand and walks up to him. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her passionately.
(Veena: lemonade and chocolate chip cookies together. Japan's a weird place...)
(AN: I'm still deciding between Japan and New York, actually…)
And that finishes her comments. Thank you Veena, they were GREATLY appreciated.