Magic Act

Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, however I do own OC's and plot line.

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Main language is suppose to be Japanese

Translated Egyptian >

Chapter Three

Behind the Scenes

I hid behind the stage curtain, watching as the crowd filtered in to watch my next performance, but so far only about half of seats were full.

The manager of the theatre was somewhere behind me, I knew this because I could smell the pungent odor of his cologne.

He was the type of character that I dealed with all of the time the type of guy I absolutely hated.

"What are you doing?" snarled a vicious gravelly voice from behind me, "You're suppose to be getting ready not staring out at the crowd in a daze!"

"I have plenty of time to get ready," I replied smoothly turning around to face him, " I was simply seeing what the turn out is."

"That hardly matters," he snarled, "you'd be out there even if that room was empty, got it?"

I nodded. As soon as he left I turned back to watch the audience, and almost immediately I saw two boys and a girl, one of the boys had messy white hair, and the other one had gravity defying tri-colored hair, the girl was a brunette, they were maneuvering their way through the small crowd trying to get down to the six reserved seats in front row.

I had specially invited five people, but the theatre owner had insisted that a ticket be given away in a dollar raffle, where considering that the tickets were sold out and had cost thirty bucks that was a bargain for those who either couldn't afford a ticket or were to late to get one.

'There's three of them, but where's Mokuba and his brother?' I thought watching them take three of the six reserved seats.

About ten minutes later I saw a mop of black hair pushing it's way through the crowd, dragging an older boy with brunette hair behind him.

'So that's Mokuba's brother?' I thought, as I looked him over, he was wearing a tight black turtleneck, tight black jeans, and a long purple trench coat.

Mokuba pulled him over to where Yugi and Ryou were sitting, the two vessels who served Atemu and Bakura, as well as their friend Tea.

I shook my head and went back to my dressing room to change into my costume.

About twenty-five minutes later

'This is pointless,' I thought as I watched a brunette girl applying kohl around her dark blue eyes, 'He'll never believe a word I say to him, even though he's seen things that he can't explain away with his science and technology.

'Although maybe I won't have to tell him the real reason I'm here,' I looked away from the mirror and put down the brush I'd been using to apply kohl around my eyes, 'All I need is for Mokuba to get Seth to trust me enough to what…let me into his heart?'

I turned around startled out of my thoughts, as I heard the door to my dressing room open only to see the manager standing there.

"You'd better be ready," growled the manager, stepping into the room, "because you're on stage in five minutes."

"I know," I replied passively, gracefully getting up from my chair, "I was just about to go get into position."

"You'd better not screw up again," he warned turning to go, "If you do, you'll be sorry."

"Believe me I won't be," I growled under my breath following him out of the small dressing room and down the hallway, but instead of turning right towards the stage entrance, I went left towards the old balcony entrance, and started up the stairs.

Almost ten years ago there had been a fire in the back of the balcony, and most of the people seated up there had died. After the families of the deceased had sued the previous theatre owner he had to sell the theatre, and the new one never bothered to fix it up.

I had already cleared this little twist with the stagehands, who had been more then happy to help me set this up for my final performance. Instead of appearing on stage in a cloud of smoke like usual, I was going to appear on the balcony and make my way onto stage from there, although I hadn't told anyone just how I was going to do this.

As soon as I reached the top of the stairs I quickly got into position. I had maybe two minutes left before the show would begin, and if I wasn't exactly where I was suppose to be then I'd have a little fire problem to deal with as well.

I looked down at the small box with the pyrotechnics that would draw the audience's attention with a bright flash. I only had a few feet between me and the box, but luckily some of the old seats that had been salvageable had been taken out of the balcony a few years ago, or I wouldn't even have this much distance.

I looked down at the front row where a blond boy was pushing his way past the little group of people that I had specially invited, to the sixth reserved seat, and began fighting with Seth.

I closed my eyes as soon as the lights went out, knowing that any second a flash would go off just feet away from me, drawing the audiences attention. I didn't have to wait long.

I could feel the heat, as soon as the pyrotechnics went off; I opened my eyes and stepped up to the railing. Looking out at the audience below me, I could see their surprise as several pointed up at me and whispered.

I took a deep breath and smiled, as I felt the spotlight come to rest on me, 'Relax, this is simple, nothing's going to go wrong, now close them out.'

I stepped off of the railing, and stood in mid air. A second later I closed my eyes and did a series of flips and cartwheels, that I had made into a gymnastics routine, until I landed on stage facing the curtain. Taking a deep breath, I turned and bowed, so that my hair fell forward and brushed the floor in front of me.

I paused a moment as the audience applauded my performance, before standing up straight and greeting the audience, "I'm Miara, and I'm glad so many people could make it to my final show here. Now if you think that was amazing, then I've got a show for you tonight."

As I waited for the audience's applause to cease I walked to the center of the stage.

"Now for my first trick I'm going to make birds appear out of thin air," I announced.

I indignantly cocked my head to the side as the crowd began to whisper amongst themselves, and asked, "Now really you don't think this is going to be that simple of a trick do you?"

I waved my wand, muttered a simple spell under my breath " Birds of gold and fire appear amidst awe and cheer>," and conjured up a flock of red and gold birds that appeared above me and flew out into the audience.

A number of the people in the audience reached out to touch these exotic birds, 'Probably think they're nothing more then an illusion.'

"Still think this is just any old trick?" I asked as the audience applauded, and twirled my wand, "Now lets see...for my next trick I'm going to need a willing participant from the audience to assist me."

Many of the younger people in the audience practically stood up in their seats, the ones that weren't were waving their arms, trying to get my attention. I looked around the theatre, of course I already knew whom I was going to pick, but I had to make it appear random.

I looked down in front of me at poor Mokuba, who was being scolded by his brother for acting childish, taking pity on the boy I kneeled down in front of them and asked, "How about you?"

Mokuba nodded his head eagerly, like a child seeing his first magic show, and climbed up on stage with me.

"Don't worry he'll be fine." I whispered in what I hoped was a reassuring voice, as I sensed Seth's nervousness, and winked. Then pushing myself back up onto my feet, I turned and walked to the center of the stage, where Mokuba was waiting.

"What's your name?" I asked, already knowing the answer, but then again I had to make this look good didn't I?

"Mokuba," he answered still ecstatic to be on stage.

"Mokuba, how old are you?"

"Thirteen."

I nodded, and turned to address the audience, "Now I'm going to make Mokuba disappear right in front of your eyes, and reappear."

Then snapping my fingers a mystical box appeared right next to us, "Now Mokuba if you'd be so kind as to step inside so that we may precede."

Mokuba nodded his head and with a wave to the audience, turned and stepped into the mystical box. As soon as he was inside I closed the box. Then stepping backI whispered another spell under my breath, " Safely enshrouded you move through the shadows, as flames consume where once you stood on the mortal plane. Now you return without so much as a burn, in a new place upon this plane.>"

Then with a wave of my wand the box exploded, startling the audience. I winced as the sudden heat washed over me, but I didn't have time to worry about that right now.

Glancing down I noticed how shocked Seth appeared to be, 'Mokuba didn't tell him?'

As purple smoke began to appear in the back of the theatre, I pointed to the place that another mystical box was suppose to reappear in a few seconds. As soon as the new mystical box appeared, the door began to open to reveal a grinning Mokuba, who bowed as the audience applauded our performance.

As Mokuba walked back to his seat, I glanced down at his brother again, who appeared to be fuming, and thought wistfully, 'Oh how you've changed Seth, Mahado would never have believed it'

Shaking my head slightly to dispel such thoughts, I turned back to the show, and twirling my wand, called out, "Okay I've got one more act to go, so without further ado…"

As soon as I said this, faint music began backstage, increasing slowly in volume, the lights once more dimmed, before becoming a myriad of blue red, and purple lights that would make my movements both hypnotizing as well as make me appear to disappear as I moved in time with the music.

A moment later Mahado and Mana appeared on stage as well, although only a few people noticed them at first. After a couple of minutes, as the music became faster and faster, the lights began to return to normal.

Mana and I moved forward as one and bowed for the audience, as Mahado stood back waiting for us. Then as we stepped back to join him, as one Mana, Mahado, and I raised our wands towards the ceiling, and called, " Mighty dragon long since gone, return this once as your masters call!>"

As the dragon we had summoned appeared unnoticed by the crowd, it roared, startling the audience. As the dragon drew the crowd's attention, Mana, Mahado, and I slipped off of the stage.

As I leaned against the wall backstage I could feel Mahado's disapproval at what I had done, looking up I realized that it wasn't disapproval so much as it was concern.

" I was already exhausted,>" I replied, smiling at the unusual display of emotion, " besides that was my last show.>"

Mahado nodded solemnly.

" You have to go now, don't you?>" I asked closing my eyes as I looked away; I didn't have to see him to know that I was right.

I reopened my eyes as I felt someone brush away the tears I hadn't even realize were falling, to see Mahado kneeling in front of me.

" I don't want you to go,>" I whispered as he backed away.

Standing back, he turned to Mana and motioned for her to follow him, then they slowly became enveloped in shadows, and disappeared.

Okay I'm going with the belief that Mokuba's five years younger then Seto, which I think is accurate, but I'm not completely sure.

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