Ryou Bakura- Film Maker
Chapter 5
First Scenes
-Hollywood California, outside the gates of Yami Muto's mansion-
-8:55 am-
"Is Téa in costume?" Bakura asked, pacing in the bushes across the street.
"I'm here." Téa panted, running out from the dressing room, aka, the back of Malik's van.
"Okay good, where's the camera?" Bakura shouted. Malik ran up and set up a tripod behind a bush.
"If it's missing from the shop for over 24 hours, it's a crime and I'm facing 5 years." Malik warned, adjusting it.
"Right right. Téa, get into position!" Téa nodded and ran across the street to duck behind a bush. Bakura looked at his watch.
"1 minute!" He hissed. "Everyone in the bush!" They all nodded and ducked behind the bushes. Téa popped up from her place and flashed a thumbs up. "Speed…rolling." Bakura flipped on the camera as the gates opened. "And…action!" Bakura hissed. A long black limousine rolled down the drive, and luckily for them, the window was down, showing Yami's familiar tri-colored mane of hair. "Zoom in, make sure we can see him." Bakura hissed. Drake, who was manning the camera, nodded and zoomed in on the window. "Follow him down the street." Bakura urged as the limo turned right. "Right…" Bakura stood up as Yami's limo drove past and pointed at Téa. "Téa, go!" He whispered. Téa stood up and tip-toed inside the gates.
"Follow him…now…back to Téa!" Bakura ordered. Drake swung the camera, and Téa emerged from the gates of the mansion.
"Atemu, you're here!" She shouted, reaching a hand out to Yami's limo. "My Pharaoh, I've waited 5000 years to see you again! Please, tell me you remember!" Téa shouted.
Inside his limo, Yami frowned and turned to stare out the back.
"Atemu, my darling! Atemu, please, you must remember me!" Téa called. Yami looked forward at the driver.
"Atemu…hey, is your name Atemu?" He asked. The driver looked up in his rearview mirror and shook his head.
"Nah, I'm Kazuki. But thanks for asking." He said, rolling his eyes. Yami's limo turned a corner, and Bakura jumped into the street.
"And CUT!" He called.
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The gang sat in Bakura's living room, the camera hooked up to Bakura's television. Bakura watched eagerly as the footage zoomed in on Yami in his limo.
"This is it, come on." Bakura whispered. Beside him, Malik nodded. The camera followed the limo down the street to show Téa running from within the mansion gates.
"Yes, it worked!" He said, shaking Malik by the shoulder. "It looks like Téa was following him out of the house! This is gonna work!" Malik smiled.
"By the way, I got a call on the way here." He replied. "Yami meeting his agent at Blue Dunes tomorrow at noon." He whispered. Bakura nodded.
"We'll be there."
-The Next Day-
Across from the open-air café, Blue Dunes, sat an old van. Inside, Bakura was making sure his equipment worked. He looked across the street. Standing outside the railing separating the café from the sidewalk was Drake, holding a large sign that read 'Will Work For Food' on foil wrap.
"I see Yami, but his agent is with him." Bakura said to Malik. "We'll have to wait until he leaves." Malik nodded. "I'm gonna go check on Mai, keep an eye on Yami." Bakura slid open the van door and jogged down the street. Around the corner from the café was Mai, sitting in a make up chair with her back to Bakura. "Mai, I just wanted to GAH!" Bakura yelped as Mai turned around. Her face had been through make up to look white, and she was wearing a long white robe that reached her knees.
"Ryou, you are so lucky we're friends." She growled. "White make up, white robe…this goes against every fashion trend I hold dear."
"Did you do the hair like I asked?" Bakura asked, noticing Mai's hair was wrapped in a towel. Mai rolled her eyes and took the towel off to shake out her hair, revealing she had died it a light blue.
"Like I said, you're lucky we're friends." Mai growled. Bakura grinned.
"Okay Kisara, ya ready to do this? We're just waiting for the cue from Yami." He said. Mai rolled her eyes and stood up, brushing off her costume.
"Fine. Let's do this." She said. Bakura nodded and ran back to the van, getting in and looking through the camera.
"Yes, he left!" He whispered, noticing Tristan lave the café. Bakura pulled out a pair of walkie-talkies. "Lights!" Outside, Drake turned to face the café customers, the foil wrap sign shining light onto the sight. "Sound." Sitting in the booth behind Yami, Kaiba reached up to adjust his coat collar, the microphone poking up from his shoulder. Bakura waved out the window, and Mai stumbled forward to rest herself against a car before staggering forward. "And…action!" Bakura said. Mai staggered to the café, and gasped as she ran to Yami.
"My Pharaoh, thank the Gods I have found you!" Mai whimpered, grabbing Yami's hand. Yami jerked his hand back.
"What the hell, who are you?" He snapped. Mai hung her head.
"My Pharaoh, please forgive me, but you must remember, we have little time! Seth will arrive soon, and if you do not stop him, he shall conquer us all." Mai pleaded.
"Seth, what the hell are you talking about?" Yami asked. Mai raised her head.
"My Pharaoh, Seth's magic has increased in strength dramatically since your last encounter. Please, he seeks the Kaa sleeping inside my soul, you cannot let him have it! If Seth gains the power of the White Dragon, all will be lost."
"White Dragon?" Yami yelped, leaping out of his seat. "Soul, magic, what kinda shit is this?" Mai fell to her hands and knees and forced herself to cry.
"Please…do not let him have me." She sobbed. She looked up and jumped to her feet. "No…Seth!" She whispered. Mai spun around and ran. Yami watched her go wide-eyed before leaping over the railing and running down the street to where Tristan was pulling up.
"I got the car sir, what…" Tristan was cut off as Yami jumped in like the hounds of Hell were hot on his heels.
"Drive drive, just get the hell outta here!" He yelled, jamming his foot down the gas. Bakura watched Yami and Tristan drive away with a slight smile.
"And cut." He whispered. 2 scenes down, 3 to go.
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"I'm tellin' ya, there's some strange shit going on here." Yami yelled, pacing in Dartz's office. "This chick was wacko, I'm tellin' ya!"
"So, this woman came up to you on the street and started saying things you did not understand." Dartz said, trying to soothe Yami. It wasn't working. "What did she say?"
"I dunno!" Yami shouted. "Something about a White Dragon in her soul or something. Some kinda magician name Seth, a Pharaoh or whatever, god damn, I dunno!" Yami fell back to sit on Dartz's sofa and start biting his nails. (1) Dartz sighed. After they had made such good progress.
"Yami…can you keep it together?" Dartz asked. Yami nodded.
"Yeah yeah, I got it, I got it…" he whimpered, holding his face in his hands. Dartz nodded.
"Yami…have you been hearing those voices anymore?" He asked. Yami looked up and shook his head. Dartz narrowed his eyes.
"Well…" Yami started. "I'm not hearing voices plural, but I am hearing a voice, singular." He said.
"And what does this single voice tell you?" Dartz asked. Yami took a breath.
"4 score and seven years ago, our founding fathers dictated, that the Laker Girls cheerleading squad, needs to be taken down a peg!" He recited. Dartz sat back and folded his hands.
"I see."
1: Oh look, it's 9 o'clock! Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo…and if you think Yami is losing it now…ho boy, I'm not even half done ripping his sanity to shreds! Stay tuned as Yami's spiral into madness gets shorter and shorter!
