HD: finally I've made the third part!
Bea: took you long enough!
HD: oh shut-up!
COH: anyway, HD doesn't own anything.
Alvar: On with the show!
WARNING: Ok a small warning first off Yaoi, second: the story will be wired coz instead of using their character names I'm just going to use their own and the 'play' will be set out like a normal story type thing…anyway you'll understand when you read it…
"Talking"
"Singing"
Part 3: The start Of the Play!
Marik looked around his small room. He'd decided, after much thought, that he would move to Paris to become his dream, a writer. He moved to the where the 'Children of The revolution' lived. He sat down in front of his type-writer and prepared to write but the problem was…he couldn't think of anything to write about, just then an unconscious Argentinean fell threw his roof.
Marik leapt to his feet and ran to the man when the door swung open and a dwarf dressed as a nun came strolling in.
"How do you do? My name is Yugi Mouto!" The nun smiled, twirling his cane around. "Terribly sorry about all this, he was just upstairs rehearsing a play." He explained cheerfully, examining the dangling man.
"What?" Marik asked, bewildered. It seemed to be a very modern play called 'Spectacular Spectacular!
"It's set in Switzerland!" Yugi grinned. Apparently the man suffered from a sickness known as Narcolepsy. "Yes, he's awake one moment, asleep the next." Yugi laughed.
Suddenly three heads appeared in the hole.
"How is he?" One asked, tilting her head.
"He's unconscious!" Yugi called happily up.
"Oh now he is unconscious we won't be able to finish the play in time to send to Mr Atemu!" The same woman said all in a hurry.
"And I haven't finished my music!" Another moaned.
"We'll just find someone to read the part!" Yugi assured.
"Where in Heaven's name are we going to find someone to read the part of a young-sensitive-Swies-Poet-goat-herder?" She demanded angrily. The other three looked over at Marik.
Suddenly Marik found himself standing in for the part of the Goat-Herder for a play called 'Spectacular Spectacular' a very modern play.
But it seemed that Rebecca's songs and Jou's lyrics didn't quiet match.
"The Hills are made with the… " Yugi sung, his voice drowned out by the screeching music.
"STOP, STOP!" Rebecca demanded, marching over to Jou. "Stop that loud racket, its drowning out my words!" She snapped. "Could we please just stick to a little decretive piano?" She asked lightly. Jou didn't seem to like this idea.
There seem to be artistic difference between Rebecca's words and Jou's music.
Tristian frowned. "I don't think a nun would sing about hills."
"Maybe he should sing, 'the hills are vital with the music?'" Jou suggested.
"No, no," Yugi interrupted, "the hills quake and shake!"
Bakura seemed to have finally come around as he jumped off the bed. "The hills are filled with the melody of life!" He dropped back unconscious.
"No, no." They all disagreed, going back to argue over what to write.
Marik suddenly came up with something. "The hills-"
Bu the others weren't listening. Marik waved his hands in a desperate attempt. Suddenly he had an idea of how to be heard.
"The hills are alive with the sound of music!" He sung perfectly. They stopped and looked at him in awe.
Bakura came back around at that point looking pleased. "'The hills are filled with the sound of music' I love it!"
The others nodded, except Rebecca.
"The hills are alive with the sound of music." Yugi and Jou sung, Jou adding perfect music to it.
Jou turned to Marik excitedly. "It fits perfectly!"
Marik grinned than continued to sing. "With songs that have sung, for a thousand years!"
"Amazing!" They echoed in awe.
"Rebecca," Yugi turned to Rebecca, "you and Marik should write the show together!"
But Rebecca didn't want to hear of her and Marik writing the play together.
"GOOD BYE!" She left in a huff, but the others were to busy celebrating.
"Here's to your first job in Paris!" Yugi grinned, taking a sip from his glass of green spirits.
"I'm not sure if Yami Atemu would agree." Jou argued, and then he turned to Marik. "No offence, but have you ever written something like his before?"
"No." Marik admitted quietly, over whelmed with what was going on.
"The boy has natural talent!" Bakura commented, walking towards Marik. "I like it!" He grinned, accidentally sticking his hand over Marik's pants, he grew it back quickly. "Nothing funny, I just like talent!" He argued.
"'The Hills are alive with the sound of music' script written by Marik Ishtar, we'll be able to write the play of the 'Children Of The Revolution' that we always wanted to!" Yugi explained excitedly to Jou, Bakura and Tristian, leaving Marik to listen in.
"But how will we convince Atemu?" Jou asked, uncertain of Yugi's idea.
They had a plan to dress me in Bakura's best suit to pass me off as an English Writter and to let me present my work to Miss Malik, once she had the script she would insist to Atemu to let me write 'Spectacular Spectacular', but the problem was Marik kept hearing his father's voice in his head.
"I can't do it!" Marik yelled, running toward the hole in the floor that led to his room via ladder.
"Why not?" Yugi demanded.
"I'm not sure if I'm a true believer in the Revolution."
They gasped.
"Do you believe in beauty?" Yugi asked.
"Yes." Marik nodded thinking of poetry and its wondrous beauty.
"Do you believe in freedom?" Bakura asked.
"Of course!" Marik nodded, all for the right of freedom.
"Truth?" Jou threw in.
"Yes, of course." Marik thought of the Truth of poetry.
"Love?" Tristian asked.
"Love?" Marik asked, they nodded. "Yes, I believe in love, love is like oxygen, love is a splendid thing, love lifts us up to where we belong, and all you need is love!"
"See you can't fool us, you're the voice of the 'Children Of The Revolution'." Yugi grinned. "Let's drink to it!"
Bakura passed out glasses of Absents and Marik took his first taste.
His world was spinning out of control, colour danced around as he celebrated and laughed. They were off to the Moulan Rouge, headed for Malik.
The room was huge with a band and a large bar, it was filled with men all dressed in fine suits, come to play with the beautiful creatures of the underworld. The girls of Yami Atemu, he called them his 'Diamond Dogs.'
When they entered the room Marik realized the music and the girls who were all crowded behind the smug Yami Atemu. The girls began to sing as the man crowded around waiting to get their hands on them.
The room became silent as the girls and Yami sung.
"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi Ce soir Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister" The girls sung, winking suggestively at the men.
Yami appeared, walking towards the men with his girls following. "work's an awful bore and living's just a chore." Yami sung, men watched with lust filled eyes as the girls came closer.
"Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister"The girls sung, slowly weaving into the men.
"What to do? Cause death's not much fun" Yami grinned.
The girls continued to sing in the background. "Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister"
"I've just the antidote And though I mustn't gloat"
"itchie Gitchie ya ya da d" The Girls moved in a fray of colours and Marik felt a dizzy pleasure rise in his body as he watched.
"At the Moulin Rouge You'll have fun!" Yami promised in a deadly way, stopping to nod at some men who were occupied with Moulan Rouge dancer's in their arms.
"Gitchie Gitchie ya ya here" The girls were enjoying their power over the men, sing seductively into their ears.
"So scratch that little niggle Have a little wiggle!" Yami's hand moved to wave at the girls, who turned and lifted their skirts, exposing frilly undergarments.
"Gitchie Gitchie ya ya da da Creole lady marmalade!"
"Cause you can can can!" Yami was half yelling now as he turned to the crowed, standing with the live band he pointed to the crowed of men.
"Yes, you can can can!" They yelled, Marik along with them, feeling the control of the 'Diamond Dogs' coming over him.
"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir." The girls were grinning, pulling men with them, teasing them with lingering kisses.
"Or you can't can't can't!" Yami teased.
"Yes, you can can can!" The men called back.
Môme Fromage began to join the girls. "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir"
"Here we are now, entertain us We feel stupid and contagious." The crowed were singing, Marik joined in, feeling any nerves or fears was away with the dizzy pace of the can-can dancers.
"Got some dark desire? Love to play with fire? Why not let it rip? Live a little bit!" Yami was back with his girls, moving through them, making sure they had at least three guys and still sung, stopping to face a man.
"Here we are now, entertain us!" The crowed shouted back.
"Cause you can can can!" Yami nodded.
"We feel stupid and contagious!" The crowed sung.
"Or you can't can't can't!" He was back with the band.
"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir." The girls joined in.
"Cause you can can can!" Yami yelled.
"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir" The girls called back.
"Outside it may be raining But in here it's entertaining!" Yami threw this hands in the air and grinned. "Cause you can can can! Cause you can can can!"
"Here we are now, entertain us!" Marik's head was spinning but he still sung, still danced.
"Outside, things may be tragic! But in here, we feel it's magic!" Yami was filling them with promises and Marik groggily grabbed one.
"Here we are now, entertain us We feel stupid..." The crowed called again, pulling girls with them.
Yami's voice dropped and the girls and men stopped, a glint was in his eye."The can-can. Because we can can can!"
The girls cleared the floor for space to do their can-can."Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister Gitchie Gitchie ya ya da da Gitchie Gitchie ya ya here!" The girls had grabbed partners, dragging them into their whirl-wind of legs, colours and flying dresses.
"Because you can can can! Yes you can can can!" Yami glanced up as he sung, urging on the girls.
"Gitchie Gitchie ya ya da da Creole lady maralade!" The girls were all in it, pulling men after men into their dizzy dance steps.
"Because you can can can! Because you can can can!" Yami was preparing for the end as he turned to Duke.
"You can bump and grind!" Duke howled.
"Cause it's good for your mind!" Marik sung, watching Bakura, Yugi, Jou and Tristian be pulled into the can-can.
"Cause you can can can can can can can can can!" Yami finished dramatically.
Marik was pulled up to the seat on the second floor with his new companions, Yugi pulled his head down and whispered into his ear. "We've invaded front trow seats for you to talk to Miss Malik."
Little did the group know but Malik was already to see someone that night, Seto Kaiba, the Duke.
Yami was sitting with him at the next table; the two had their heads bent.
"When am I to meet the girl?" Seto asked, his eyes scanning the sea of whores.
"After her number I've arranged for you and Madam Malik to be together…" Yami smirked.
"Utterly alone." Yugi and Yami spoke at the same moment, two identical promises given to two different men.
"Ah here she is." Yami was still smirking as he looked back on the dance floor were the movement had stopped and the lights had dimmed.
Save for one blue light that cast a large circle on the floor, one which everyone stood back from. Silver confetti fell down and slowly a seat was lowered. A woman was sitting on that seat. Wearing little but a black hat, satin black gloves and a silver outfit that left little to the imagination, But Marik didn't bother with the outfit he was concentrating on the glowing face.
Finedark lips, bright violet eyes against exotic skin and curls of platinum-blonde hair framing it all. She was so…beautiful.
She opened her dark lips and sung. "te French are glad to die for love..." She spun slowly around.
"There she is!" Yugi squealed. "Madam Malik."
Malik smiled as her chair flew through the air, circling above the crowed of men, many holding up money and presents.
Malik's smile only grew as she continued her song. "A kiss on the hand may be quite continental," She was placed back on the ground and moved down the aisle of men, stopping now and then to flirt with her words. "But diamonds are a girl's best friend." She smirked, knocking flowers out of a poor man's hands. "A kiss may be grand, but it won't pay the rental" She stopped to sing to a small group of men. "On your humble flat, or help you feed your" She shook her ass a little. "Pussy cat."
She moved on Winking at a few men who almost collapsed. "Men grow cold as girls grow old," She spun around some men, leaning into one, "And we all lose our charms in the end." She landed in the arms of two men, one held up a diamond pendent she grabbed, examining it. "But square-cut or pear-shaped," She threw it back and moved on "These rocks don't lose their shape. Diamonds are a girl's best friend! Tiffany's…Cartier!"
The moved on a man came in front of her, she smirked and pushed him over. He landed on his back and she came with him, leaning over his body with her chest grazing his.
She began to sing again and this time the Diamond Dogs joined her. "'Cause we are living in a material world" The got up and smirked down at the still stunned man. "And I am a material girl." The made a kissing sound to him before walking off.
She moved to a centre of men. "Come and get me boys!" She called teasingly. They formed around her and picked her up, laying her across their hands and carrying her around. "Black star, Ross Cole, Talk to me Yami Atemu, tell me all about it!" She yelled, as the men moved her to a table were Yami waited holding a diamond heart.
"There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer." Malik sung, reaching out to try and grab the dangling Diamond.
"But diamonds are a girl's best friend." Yami and the other girls sung as Malik and Yami circled each other, Malik pulling of her silk gloves.
"There may come a time when a hard-boiled employer thinks you're…" Malik continued.
"Awful nice!" Yami called.
"But get that ice or else no dice!" Malik grinned.
The girl's took up the song while Yami and Malik talked."He's your guy when stocks are high But beware when they start to descend Oooo...Diamonds are a girl's best, Diamonds are a girls best, Diamonsd are a girls best friend!"
"Is the Duke here?" Malik asked excitement in her voice as she continued her little dance while the girls sung.
"Yes." Yami grinned, wiping some of the sweat from his brow.
"Where?"
"Let me take a peek." Yami looked around Malik's waist and his eyes popped. Yugi had accidentally spilt a drink all over the watching Duke.
"Oh I'm terrible sorry!" Yugi apologised, trying to help him clean up.
"He's the one who Yugi is waving a handkerchief at." Yami whispered straightening.
"Marik, can I borrow one?" Yugi asked, taking his handkerchief and waving it a little.
Malik squinted at the face of the young man with sandy-blond hair and deep violet-red eyes. "Are you sure?"
Yami looked around again to see Yugi helping Seto again. "That's the one!" He gave the heart to Malik who beamed and showed it around as the girl's finally fished their bit.
"Let's make love Yes! Oh, come on Yes!" Malik sung, grabbing Yami's shirt.
"Oh!" Yami called out.
"Tiger! Roar! Roar!" Malik pulled Yami down so they were hidden.
"Ole!" Some of the girls jumped up, pulling their skirts up to shield the two while two more slipped in to help Malik change.
"Everything's going so well!" Yami sung happily while Malik pulled of her hat and tight outfit, pulling on the fluffy pink dress.
"What's his type? Weltering flower?" She pouted for effect. "Bubbly?" She fluttered her eyelashes. "Or smouldering tempter us?" She growled.
"Smouldering temper us." Yami nodded. "We're all counting on you Malik. If you do your work properly we can turn the Moulan Rouge into a real theatre and you'll be…"
"A real actress…" Malik sighed, remembering her life long dream. She than brightened and stood up, the girls moving away.
"'Cause that's those louses go back to their spouses!" She climbed onto the shoulders of some on the Moulan Rouge men, pointing them to Marik. "Diamonds... are a... girl's... best... friend!"
Marik turned around to find a sparkling diamond heart pendent in his face. "I believe you were expecting me." Malik whispered seductively, pulling on her charm. Marik nodded dumbly while she turned to the audience. "I'm sorry but its ladies choice!" The men groaned and Malik turned back to the still shocked Marik holding out a hand.
Marik was still too stunned to move. Malik pouted and turned to the men who 'aww'ed in sympathy. She started to shack the pink feathered skirt in Marik's face.
"This is my English friend, Marik!" Yugi called over the wave of cheers.
But Malik didn't hear him as she turned around to face Marik again. "Let's dance!" She pulled him away and down onto the dance floor.
Marik spun her around as she and the other Moulan Rouge girls didn't their dance with the men, Marik only numbly realized what he was doing.
"Yami said you've taken an interest in our little show." Malik spoke in a conversational way as if she'd had this conversation everyday.
"I'm very interested and would be delighted to be a part of it." Marik called over the dance as he tilted Malik back.
"Really?" She was generally surprised.
"If you like what I do of course." Marik added, not realizing what Malik had in mind.
"I'm sure I will." She smirked, leading him in the steeps.
"Yugi thought we could do it in privet. A privet poetry ready…?"
"OH poetry reading? I just love a little poet after dinner!" She steeped back smirking.
"The Duke can certainly dance…" Yami muttered from his place.
"Throw your hat up!" Malik whispered, kicking her leg up so it hit his hat.
As the people concentrated on the hats, Malik sat back on her swing-seat. The people gathered around her.
"These rocks won't lose their shape, diamonds are a girl's…best…" Malik stopped, she was chocking on her own air, her throat closed painfully and she gasped, trying to bring in some air, her eyes rolled and she fell back…
"NO!" Yami screamed as Duke steeped forwards and caught her out of mid air. He looked to Yami who nodded to the back stage.
Whispers rose and Marik looked at the retreating back, eyes wide.
Yami quickly started to cheer and clap, everyone following.
Behind the stage the girls stood and watched as Duke carried Malik to the head whore.
"It looks like the Duke won't be getting his tonight." Ryou murmured to another.
"Ryou! Don't be so mean." Mia whispered.
"OUT!" The head lady called, pushing them all away as she put strong incants under her nose.
Malik choked and gasped, her eyes widening and her focusing on the head lady before she coughed into a white handkerchief, blood.
"These silly costumes…" Malik gave a restrained smile as she gasped in air.
Yami was nervous as he raised his hands and stopped the crowed. "You've frightened her away! But I can see a few lonely Moulan Rouge dancers out there!" The men cheered and hurried off to find some girls.
Meanwhile the Duke turned to his private guard. "The girl is waiting…"
TBC…
HD: SORRY SORRY SORRY! This chapter took for ages! I didn't mean to keep everyone waiting, I'm so sorry!
COH: HD has changed the stories length and it'll have more than 4 parts because writing the whole movie in two chapters is too much work and you'll have to wait longer.
Alvar: Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
Plz update: Thanks for the review! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
HOPPY-SAN2345: Thanks for the review! -bows- your wish is my comand!
The QUIET One...OO: Thanks for the review! thanks, hope you enjoyed the update!
ryougabriellucile: Thanks for the names! I only have the movie on video so I don't know how to spell the name! I'm sure social studies isn't that bad, ok so maybe it is. Thanks for the review and hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Bea: -sigh- this movie has way too much singing
Cole: why couldn't you just write 'Sin City'?
COH: but that movie is just blood and gores no ROMANCE!
Bea: exactly!
HD: anyway review please!
Alvar: Ja Ne!
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