I wanted to add a Carlotta character, but I just couldn't think of someone in Yugioh who was vain and annoying enough. I was even considering doing an OC, but then it hit me…
Vivian! That total stuck up little brat is now cast as Carlotta! YAY! Anyway, I think this fic needs some light relief. So, let's add some funny minor characters!
Vivian's wrath:
Vivian combed her hair though that silky mane of hers. She blinked her long eyelashes, and pouted in the mirror. She was going to be terrific tonight, she just knew it. Maybe the fainting of Ryou's little whore might turn his attention to her for a change.
Vivian was extremely beautiful. This was a well known fact. But unfortunately, she was vain, spiteful, not to mention an unstoppable vixen when it came to men. She was as fake as the fool's gold that lurked in the desert sands, and as sharp tongued as a viper.
And she had her sights set…on Ryou. As for Kisara, Vivian had a deep jealousy towards that girl, along with a permanent grudge. She set out to upset her, doing small things like stealing her hairbrush, then explaining what a careless Jackal the girl was. Vivian also spread rumours, twisting things and then spitting them out like poison.
She was in constant rivalry with Kisara, for she too was a leading dancer, and was not happy with the attention that this silver haired, pale faced girl was getting.
Outside the stony hearted diva's bedroom, a shadow flickered past. A whirl of red hurled past her window, as purple eyes hardened as they fell on the figure of that wretched young woman, still adapt in her thoughts.
Vivian blinked as she swept around, because she was sure that she could hear the wind picking up. Somewhere, a wolf howled and the door of her bedroom creaked open.
Vivian shook her head and turned to pluck the hairs from her hairbrush. She was plotting to play a cruel trick on that gentle girl; she just needed a good enough plan.
As she turned to face her mirror, she paused and stared in horror. The entire mirror had clouded over, as is there was a deep fog in the room. Then, two eyes that shone like sapphires, but where so hard and cold, peered at Vivian from within the glass.
The wretched girl toppled from her chair and crawled away from her dressing table, unable to draw her eyes away from that icy stare. Long, dark tentacles of darkness merged from the mirror, slivering across the floor, as if to reach that girl.
Bakura the King of Thief had come to rob some booty from the temple, but all those plans were forgotten as he watched though the window in awe. Though the glass, Vivian was screaming, as if trying to wrench some invisible arms from her body. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she gaped like a goldfish before slumping to the ground.
Bakura could swear that he saw a flash of sapphire eyes and a face smirking in triumph in the mirror, but when he looked again, the room was empty and dark, with nothing but the scarcely breathing Vivian left to tell the tale.
Cat: That was light relief? What's Bakura got to do with it?
BB3: A lot. Please R/R! Muhahahahahaha…the plot thickens.
Cat: Oh Ra.