Fushigi Yuugi's Fiddler on the Roof

Disclaimer: Hai! . this is my first fic that I will post...ano…:blush: Fushigi Yuugi and all of its characters belong to Yû Watase-san…and I am grateful that I am able to write about them! . also..i do not own Fiddler on the roof, its characters, or anything in it. I hope you enjoy this!

2 hours before curtain call

The audience talked excitedly in the theatre, the rich red and gold tapestries brightly illuminated by the house lights. The heavy velvet curtain was closed and an intense air of expectation hung over the crowd. Backstage, the same air of excitement was everywhere. Well, almost everywhere.

"How th' HELL did I get inta this," grumbled Tasuki. "What play is this anyway!"

Chiriko, fully dressed, turned to the fiery red head. "Tasuki no baka, this is Fiddler on the Roof!"

Annoyed, Tasuki scowled and scuffed the floor with his boot. "Th' hell is this thing about?" he growled. At this, Chiriko's eyes lit up at the chance to show off how much he knew. Assuming a pose the youngest seishi cleared his throat. Tasuki sweat dropped as what looked to be a mini lighting design show began to play behind him.

deep breath "Fiddler on the roof is set in the little village of Anatevka in the turn of the twentieth century in Russia. The beginning of the twentieth century was a time of great upheaval and change in Russia. The people try to hold onto the tradition that they have so firmly followed and believed in. You should try to research and be familiar with turn of the century Czarist Russia and it's-"

The young boys sermon was cut off as Tasuki, in desperation slapped a hand over his mouth and shoved the youngest seishi into an obliging trash can.

"Goddammit, thought he was fin' never gonna end!"

"Tasuki!" called a deep voice. Turning, the bandit saw the tall figure of the Suzaku doctor enter the room.

"Have you seen Chiriko anywhere?" he questioned, scanning the room. The trash can began to rock and Tasuki quickly gave it a hard kick.

"Uh…no! Nope! Haven't seen him at all!" He said, flashing Mitsukake his most charming fanged grin while sweating nervously. The doctor gave him a sad, concerned look and turned to leave in search of the youngest seishi.

"If you see him, tell him that the director wants to see him." Tasuki tried to look as innocent as possible, failing miserably.

"Ya, sure, I'll tell em'!"-

When he was gone, the young bandit heaved a sigh of relief and sank into a nearby chair.

"Tasuki?"

Surprised, the bandit spun, falling off his chair with a splat waving his arms around.

"He's not here! I don't have him! I didn't do it!"

Miaka stood there, dressed in Fiddler garb, stunned by his reaction, a sweat drop forming.

"Tasuki? Are- Are you all right?" Embarrassed and furious at himself, the bandit fumed slightly in a corner with the dust bunnies.

"O-okay…." Miaka said, slowly backing out of the room. After she left, Tasuki sighed glumly, giving the trashcan a shake.

"Right' Chiriko, ya can come out now." When there was no response, Tasuki lifted off the lid, peering inside "Yo, Chiriko…ya' alive in there?" He inquired, his voice echoing slightly. When the young seishi didn't respond, Tasuki slowly put the lid back on the trashcan, a look of horror slowly spreading across his face. "Oh boy, Suzaku is not gonna be happy about this…Chichiri! CHICHIRI!" yelped the bandit as he ran off for the monk leaving Chiriko in his trashcan.

sry this is it for now, parents need me off and i cant type fast enough... so i hope to update the rest soon! ja!