Cheyenne: I'M SORRY! I hadn't realized so much time had passed... over three months? *Smashes head into a wall* Oh, god, I am SO, SO sorry!
Khemet: You'd better be, Cheyenne! I'm not letting you abandon this fic.
Seto: Nor am I. This is just too damn amusing.
Cheyenne: Yeah, well, YOUR FACE is amusing.
Seto: -facepalm-
((Everyone turns to look at Cheyenne.))
Cheyenne: ...Wut.
Yami: *Materializes* Though I like being paired off with Yugi more, you need to GET WRITING, WOMAN.
Cheyenne: B-But-
Bakura: Now. I'm having fun being a tyrant.
Cheyenne: I'll bet you are.
Marik: He seriously is. Also: What kind of moron mixes yaoi pairings in an OC fic?
Cheyenne: ...Me?
Marik: .
Cheyenne: *Nervous cough* Yes, well... Someone please say the disclaimer?
Khemet: Ever notice how Sabine never appears in these things?
Cheyenne: Shut up.
Ryou: Cheyenne does not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Cheyenne: Thank you. And now... ONWARD (for those who haven't abandoned me. And for those who are waiting for an update of Defiance: I'm working on that next.)
Seto: Finally.
Cheyenne: Also, if you can't tell, I'm having fun making Seto sound like a moron in this fic.
((Remember: Italicized dialogue is singing.))
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Pegasus sat in his office, staring at the pieces of paper in his hand with a sour expression. Seto, who was staring at the wall with a thoughtful look, wasn't being very helpful.
"'Mystery after gala night!'" Pegasus suddenly sang, throwing the papers across the room in a huff and watching them scatter all around the room. Seto didn't move. "It says 'Mystery of soprano's flight! Mystified, baffled Sureté says; we are mystified – we suspect foul play!'" The white-haired man sprang from his chair, pacing around.
"...Pegasus, if I may impose a question...?" Seto suddenly said.
"What?" Came the irritated reply.
"Why the hell are you singing?"
Pegasus opened and closed his mouth before glaring at the brunette, huffing, and ripping one of the newspaper articles in half. The room they were in was average sized. If you were to walk in, you'd see a plain wooden desk. The walls were decorated with dancing portraits, and now there were lovely bits of newspaper all over. Pegasus had gone through a decorating phase, you see.
"Bad news on soprano scene," Pegasus continued. Seto rolled his eyes.
"Look, I really don't care-"
"First Anzu now Sabine! Still, at least the seats get sold – gossip's worth its weight in gold."
"Did you swallow something while I was gone? You're rhyming now! And still singing!" Seto said through narrowed eyes. But Pegasus continued as if Seto hadn't said a word. ((AN: OOC Pegasus. Yippee!))
"What a way to run a business! Spare me these unending trials! Half your cast disappears, but the crowd still cheers! Opera! To hell with Gluck and Handel – It's a scandal that'll pack them in the aisles!"
"Okay, seriously. What the hell did you eat? Your dialogue's all messed up, and did I mentioned you're freaking SINGING? No? Well you are!" Seto threw his hands up in the air, shooting an irritated, wary look at the white-haired man. "Did you dip into my private wine stock?" Pegasus' only response was another glare.
"And what's this, anyways?" Seto held up a letter that seemed to be addressed to him.
"Oh, it seems you got one too..." Pegasus said. Seto rolled his eyes.
"No shit." He opened the envelope, taking out a piece of crisp paper and clearing his throat. Pegasus waved him on impatiently.
"On with it!"
"I'm going!" Seto snapped, unfolding the paper. "'Dear Seto: What a charming gala! Sabine enjoyed a great success! We were hardly bereft when Anzu left... or rather, when she was met with that... unfortunate incident. Otherwise, the chorus was entrancing, but the dancing was a lamentable mess!'" Seto finished, frowning. "Who the hell cares?" He muttered. "I'm not the choreographer!"
Pegasus rolled his eyes and lifted a piece of paper from his own pocket. "'Dear Pegasus just a brief reminder: my salary has not been paid. Send it care of the ghost by return of post - P.T.O.: No-one likes a debtor so it's better if my orders are obeyed!'" He added a melodic tinge to it, which made Seto roll his eyes.
"Moron."
"It would have sounded better if you sang yours, too."
"Yeah? Well I'm not a half-wit or a drunk like you see to be right now, so there!"
"Really, Kaiba-boy, there's no need for that."
"How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?"
"...Anyways." Pegasus turned to look back at the letter. "Who would have the gall to send this?"
"They are both signed 'O.G' ..."
"Who the hell is he?" Seto demanded.
They both stood in silence for a moment, Pegasus finally sitting back down in the chair and folding his hands in a professional manner. Suddenly, a light sparked in both their eyes.
"Opera Ghost!" They both declared simultaneously. Seto started to chuckle. Pegasus, however, was not amused in the least.
"It's really not amusing," he said. Seto shrugged.
"He's a funny sort of spectre," the brunette admitted. Pegasus, who was scowled, started to gather up the fallen papers when suddenly the door to the office swung open an and angry Joey Wheeler stepped – no, stormed – in.
"Where is she?" He demanded, honey eyes blazing.
"You mean Anzu?" Seto asked innocently, purposefully needling the blonde. ((AN: No, there will be no Puppyshipping. Seto just likes annoying him.))
"No, I mean Sabine – where is she?" Joey growled, glaring banefully at Seto.
"Well, how should we know?" Pegasus huffed, straightening the papers and stacking them neatly on the desk.
"I want an answer – I take it you sent me this note?" Joey waved a piece of paper in the air, clearly furious and annoyed.
"Let me see that!" Suddenly a hand reached up and swiped the note from Joey's hand.
"Hey!" Joey whirled around to see Bakura standing there, waving the note triumphantly. Marik was just behind him, grinning as his lavender eyes skimmed the creamy piece of stationary.
"Give that back!" Joey lunged towards the two men, who side-stepped and allowed him to crash to the ground. Gracefully, of course.
"Oops?" Bakura offered, smirking.
"Aww, did the great and mighty Joey Wheeler fall down?" Seto joined Bakura in Ye Grand Ol' Department of Smirking.
"Shut up, Kaiba!" Joey picked himself up off the ground and held his hand out to Bakura. "Give it back!"
"Make me!"
"Alright, I will!"
"You won't do it." Bakura said knowingly.
"Oh yeah?" Joey suddenly lunged, reaching for the note. He abruptly felt restraining hands on his arms and turned to see Seto holding him back. Bakura danced just out of Joey's reach, a taunting expression scrawled all over his face.
"What's all this nonsense?" Pegasus fumed.
"And of course we didn't send you that note!" Seto sniffed.
"Don't look at us," Pegasus protested.
"She's not with you, then?" Joey asked, abandoning the note to its fate at the hands of Bakura and Marik. He looked disbelievingly at the two managers.
"Of course not!" Pegasus replied.
"We're in the dark, so to speak," Seto grumbled.
"Don't argue – Isn't this the letter you wrote?" Joey clumsily gestured to the note that Bakura had stolen.
"And what is it, that we're meant to have wrote?" Pegasus asked dryly. He paused for a moment. "Written!" He corrected himself.
"Smart," Seto said with an eye roll.
"Shut up!"
Joey, who had finally managed to tackle the note away from Bakura, handed it over to Seto, who read it aloud.
"'Do not fear for Miss Languisto. The Angel of Music has her under his wing. Make no attempt to see her again.'" Seto finished clearly.
"If you don't stop frowning, you're going to grow old," Marik chimed in. Seto sent a scathing look his way. The prop master merely grinned. Joey was visibly fuming.
"Ha! I know who this so-called Ghost is, it's that stranger from last night!" He declared heatedly. Bakura suddenly stepped in front of him.
"You think so, Monsieur?" The albino said coldly. "You make such accusations, yet you have no proof! Me thinks you're just jealous. Did a certain someone get to the Lady Sabine before you could?" He added with a purr at seeing Joey's beyond enraged expression.
"Proof? Did you see the way they were eyeing each other? It's obvious it was him!" Joey sputtered. Bakura clapped his hands together.
"Ah, do you ARE jealous!" The répétiteur replied smugly. "I knew it!"
"I am NOT jealous!" Joey cried.
"What's this about being jealous?" Marik piped up, though he obviously knew.
"Well, you see, Joey here likes-"
"WHERE IS HE?" Bakura was cut off as Anzu suddenly cried out, stomping forward and shoving her way into the room. She was wearing a yellow dress, complete with frills and ruffles.
"Ah, welcome back!" Seto said, though he clearly didn't mean it at all. In fact, he now looked even more put out, if that was even humanly possible.
"Your precious patron – where is he?" Anzu demanded, waving yet ANOTHER letter in the air. ((AN: Now, now, I'm sure the Phantom DOES have other things to do rather than writing letters to every person in the Opera house...
Bakura: I'm sure.
Yami: Shut up, thief!
Marik: Are you aware that this is possibly your only appearance in this Chapter, Pharaoh?
Yami: Wait, what? CHEYENNE!
Cheyenne: Well, umm, you see... You'll have to see for yourself! *Suddenly stops the author note so her angry characters can't kill her*))
"What is it NOW?" Joey grumbled.
"Hey, you're the one who started this whole Barging-Into-Our-Office-Waving-Around-Letters-Claiming-We-Wrote-Them shit," Seto snapped at Joey, who scowled back.
"Well excuuuuuuusssse me, pri-" Joey began, but was then cut off by Anzu.
"I have your letter – a letter which I rather resent!" The lead soprano hissed. Pegasus turned to Joey.
"And did YOU send it?" He asked.
"Of course not!" Joey replied.
"Okay, can everyone PLEASE stop saying 'Of course not'?" Seto growled.
"Of course not!" Bakura and Marik chimed in. Seto glared at them. But, then again, he was feeling rather glare-y today.
((AN: Shut up! It is SO a word!
Seto: Is not!
Cheyenne: It must be if I wrote it!
Seto: ...
Cheyenne: Oh, and by the way, a lot of this stuff was supposed to be sung (so sue me), but I think it would be better for you all if most of it is just written/spoken xD))
"What's going on?" Pegasus clutched his head at the utter mayhem of this scene.
"You dare to tell me, that this is not the letter you sent?!" Anzu was singing now, so angry was she.
"And what is it that I'm meant to have sent?" Joey followed suite, taking the letter and beginning to read it.
"'Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered. Sabine Languisto will be singing on your behalf tonight. Be prepared for a great misfortune should you attempt to take her place!'" Joey read.
"Far too many notes for my taste," Seto and Pegasus said at the same time. "And most of them about Sabine! All we've heard since we came is her name!"
"Why the hell are we all singing, again?" Seto asked, and was ignored.
"Miss Languisto has returned!" Madame Giry called, joining them. Since the room was becoming rather crowded, they all moved towards the main hall.
"I trust her midnight oil is well and truly burned," Pegasus commented dryly.
"Where precisely is she now?" Seto refused to sing.
"I thought it best that she went home," Madame Giry explained.
"She needed rest," Mai said, coming up behind her mother.
"May I see her?" Joey asked anxiously.
"No, sir. She will see no one." Was Madame Giry's reply.
"Will she sing? Will she sing?" Anzu demanded.
"Here, I have a note!" Madame Giry pulled said note out of her pocket.
((AN: ...
Bakura: You have a lot of free time, don't you.
Yami: Shut up!))
"Let me see it!" Anzu, Joey, and Seto all said at the same time – or rather, Joey and Anzu sang while Seto spoke.
Pegasus snatched the letter. "Please!" He cleared his throat. "'Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of most amiable nature, detailing how my theatre is to be run. You have not followed my instructions. I shall give you one last chance.'" Pegasus paused, frowning.
"'Sabine Languisto has returned to you, and I am anxious her career should progress. In the new production of "Il Muto", you will therefore cast Anzu as the pageboy, and Sabine in the role of the Countess. The role which Sabine plays calls for charm and appeal. The role of the pageboy is silent - which has made my casting, in a word, ideal. I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in Box Five, which will be kept empty for me. I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant, O.G."
"Sabine!" Anzu suddenly sang in a trilling soprano.
"Whatever next?" Seto, who had apparently stopped trying to fight the retarded singing fad, sighed.
"It's all a ploy to help Sabine!" Anzu continued.
"This is insane," came from Pegasus.
"I know who sent this: The Vicomte – her lover!" Anzu pointed an accusing finger at Joey.
"I beg your pardon? I am NOT her lover!" Joey sputtered.
"Yeah, he only wishes!" Bakura smirked.
"Can you believe this?" Tristan suddenly appeared, face flushed and red.
"This is a joke!" Pegasus said.
"Thing changes nothing!" Seto shouted.
Anzu merely pressed her hand to her forehead and randomly started saying things in Spanish... or Italian... or something. "O mentitori!" ((AN: Here she's pretty much calling them liars.))
"Signora!" Yep, Italian.
"You're our star!" Pegasus continued.
"And always will be!" Tristan said firmly.
"We don't take orders!" Seto declared.
"Sabine will be playing the role of the pageboy – the silent role." Pegasus said soothingly.
"It's useless trying to appease me! You're only saying this to please me! Signori, è vero? Non, non, non voglio udire! Lasciatemi morire! O padre mio! Dio!" ((AN: Because I don't know Italian, I have used a translator. Roughly translated, Anzu said: "Mister, is true? Not, do not, I do not want to hear! Lasciatemi die! Or father mine! God!" Yeah, I know, kind of confusing, eh? But still. I think you get the gist of it all.))
"Who scorn his word, beware to those..." Madame Giry said.
Anzu turned to the managers with fire in her eyes. "You have reviled me!"
"The angel sees, the angel knows..." Continued Madame Giry. Joey was muttering to himself, and Seto was busy contemplating how the hell Anzu knew Italian in the first place.
"You have rebuked me!" Anzu continued shrilly.
"Signora, pardon us..." Pegasus lamented.
"Speak for yourself," Seto said, which earned him a glare from his fellow manager. He ignored it, resuming his train of thought which now was: WHY, exactly, was Pegasus trying to keep Anzu here?
"You have replaced me!" Anzu continued.
"Please, Signora, we beseech you..." Pegasus said.
Madame Giry looked at them all. "The hour shall see your darkest fears..."
"Wanna know what my darkest fear is?" Bakura cut in. "Her singing!" He pointed to Anzu, who was glaring at him. Mai laughed, and Marik grinned.
"Abbandonata! Deseredata! O, sventurata!" ((AN: Roughly translated: "Left! Deseredata! O, unlucky!")) Anzu continued dramatically, fluttering her hand around.
"The angel knows, the angel hears..." Madame Giry was softly singing.
"Where did she go...?" Joey mumbled.
"We told you, she was at home." Mai replied.
"Is everyone in this room insane?" Seto rubbed his temples, not making any sense of all this overlapping conversation. "PLEASE STOP TALKING/SINGING ALL AT ONCE!" He shouted, with no avail.
"Abbandonata! Disgraziata!" ((AN: RT: "Left! Wretch!"))
"Okay, how the hell do you know Italian?" Seto demanded. Anzu ignored him. Suddenly, everyone stopped talking at once, all looking over to Anzu. Pegasus and Tristan had stepped up.
((AN: For this part it's supposed to be Seto and Pegasus singing to Anzu, but as you can see, Seto couldn't care less if she left, and he has an irrational hatred for singing. So... yeah.))
"Your public needs you!" Tristan began.
"We need you, too!" Pegasus continued.
"Would you not rather have your precious little ingénue?" Anzu snapped.
Both Tristan and Pegasus sang at the same time: "Signora, no! The world wants you!"
((AN: Alright. Umm... this is where the song Prima Donna starts. Feel free to listen to it on YouTube! I know I'm listening to it on my iPhone. The movie version doesn't have a lot of the side characters singing in the background, but I still like it xD))
Both Pegasus and Tristan continued again. "Prima donna, first lady of the stage! Your devotees are on their knees to implore you!" They started moving off, Anzu wearing a smug smile the whole time... unaware of the eyes of a certain Opera Ghost.
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Yami watched from the alcoves and many shadowed areas of the opera house as Tristan and Pegasus escorted Anzu around. His crimson eyes were narrowed, and his fists were clenched. How dare they disobey his orders?
"Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?" Pegasus sang.
Yes, Yami thought, usually followed by a "Get off the stage!" Okay, that was a lie, but still.
He chuckled anyways.
"Think of how they all adore you!" Tristan continued. Then they both started singing again.
"Prima donna, enchant us once again!"
"Think of your muse..."
"And of the queues around the theatre!" Pegasus sang as a bunch of Anzu's attendants came to fawn and fuss around her.
"Can you deny us the triumph in store?" Yami rolled his eyes as the one manager and the lead male continued. Yes, actually. The triumph of shattering glass. "Sing, Prima donna, once more!"
Oh, just shut up! Was Yami's only thought. The manager and the lead male sauntered off with Anzu as the lead soprano registered her acceptance.
"Sabine spoke of an Angel..." Joey frowned. Yami smirked at this. Ah, yes... so this was Joey Wheeler. Yami was then just in time to hear Anzu start trilling to herself in triumph.
"Prima donna, your song shall live again!" She sang.
"Think of your public!" The two other men replied.
"You took a snub but the public needs you!" Anzu sang as she ascended some stairs, looking down her nose at those below.
Madame Giry blinked and sang, obviously referring to Sabine as she did so: "She has heard the voice of the Angel of Music..."
Said angel was currently leaning against a wooden support beam, watching them all silently.
"Those who hear your voice liken you to an angel!" Pegasus and Tristan continued.
"Think of their cry of undying support!" Anzu sang.
"Is this her angel of music...?" Joey sang softly.
Seto looked up to Pegasus. "We get our Opera!" He sang.
"She gets her limelight!" Pegasus returned, gesturing to Anzu.
"Follow where the limelight leads you!" Anzu continued smugly at the same time as the two managers.
"Is this ghost an angel or a madman?" Mai was simultaneously singing. Yami bristled. I'm not a madman, he was thinking.
"Angel or madman...?" Joey echoed.
Oh, that's it, you're so getting a backdrop! ((AN: *Wanted desperately to put "Mind Crush" there. Explanation: Yami likes dropping backdrops on people who annoy him. LET THIS BE A WARNING TO YOU ALL!)) Yami thought smugly, glaring down heatedly at Joey. At the same time as all of this, Seto and Pegasus were singing:
"Leading ladies are a trial!" While Anzu sang her own little part, clearly not acknowledging anyone else.
"Prima donna your song shall never die!" She said, almost happily.
"Voice of hell, or of heaven...?" Mai sighed. Yami glared at her. He would refrain from anything drastic, simply because she was Sabine's friend.
"Heaven help you, those who don't..." Madame Giry placed a hand on Mai's shoulder as they looked up.
Pegasus and Tristan had currently hoisted Anzu into a chair and were walking down a hallway. The others quickly scurried after them, everyone still singing.
"Orders! Warnings! Lunatic demands!" Joey raged. Yami sniffed disdainfully as he followed them from above.
"This miscasting will invite damnation..." Madame Giry sighed. Yami paused at that. While he would never intentionally cause someone harm, he wasn't above scaring them shitless.
"Tears...oaths...lunatic demands are a regular occurrence!" Pegasus and Seto sang. Seto was looking disgruntled at all the singing, but he did it anyways.
"Think how you'll shine in that final encore! Sing, prima donna, once more!" Anzu continued to sing as she was carried down the hallway in that elaborate chair, an army of attendees following behind. Other Opera Populaire dwellers were looking over the railings, some in costumes, some not; some pointing and others laughing. Still, the procession moved on.
"Oh fools, to have flouted his warning!" Madame Giry cried.
"Surely, for her sake..." Joey trailed off.
Mai slapped her fist into her palm, glaring up at the ceiling. "Surely he'll fight back!" He'd better, she added to herself, looking for the seemingly invisible Phantom.
"Surely there'll be further scenes – worse than this!" Pegasus and Seto continued on, though Seto hung back a little watching Pegasus and Tristan struggling with holding up the chair.
"Think, before these demands are rejected!" Giry cried. Damn straight, Yami thought in reply.
"... I must see these demands are rejected!" Joey decided. Fool, was Yami's silent comment. Mai glared at him.
"You're a moron," she stated simply. Agreed, Yami related gleefully.
"Who'd believe a diva happy to replace a chorus girl, who's gone and slept with the patron?" Joey and Yami were equally outraged at that.
"Now, look here, we're not even-" Joey began.
"-They're just friends!" Mai finished simply, picking up a discarded ballet shoe and chucking it at Pegasus and Tristan. It hit Tristan in the back of the head. "You should talk, you're sleeping with Anzu!" Mai crowed in victory at Tristan's sour look. "Besides, Joey only WISHES he'd-"
"Shut up, Mai!" Joey hissed. Mai just smirked. ((AN: Okay, this scene's a little confusing due to overlapping singing, BUT... OWELL.)) Yami watched this all with amusement. Wait... where the hell did Bakura and Marik go? Oh, there they were... wait... what were they doing with that rope...?
"O, fortunata! Non ancor abbandonagta!" ((AN: I'm just going to stop translating things. They make no sense.)) Anzu sang, lounging on the luxurious chair as Pegasus and Tristan floundered beneath it, a smirking Seto on the sidelines.
"You'd never get away with all this in play, but if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue, it's just the sort of story audiences adore, in fact a perfect Opera!" Seto and Pegasus sang complacently.
"His game is over!" Joey laughed.
"This is a game you cannot hope to win!" Giry cried.
"And in box five a new game will begin," Joey said. Mai hit him over the back of the head with another shoe.
"Ouch!" Joey complained. "What was that for?" Mai just glared at him, hands on her hips as they moved. Finally they came to the stage, where all other cast members were staring at them in bewilderment.
"Prima donna, the world is at your feet! A nation waits, and how it hates to be cheated!" The two managers continued. Anzu, by now, had been gracefully lifted off the chair and was now enjoying even more stage hands fussing around her; replacing her yellow dress with a full-skirted pink one; complete with an elaborate string of pearls and over-the-top hairstyle.
I think she's the tallest person in that group with that monstrosity atop her head! Yami laughed to himself, though he was getting more infuriated by the manager's insolence at every passing second.
"The stress that falls upon a famous prima donna! Terrible diseases, coughs and colds and sneezes! Still, the driest throat will reach the highest note, in search of a perfect opera!" Anzu declared as the final strings on the back of her dress were tied. She then slipped her feet into two matching pink slippers.
Is it just me, or is this song not making any sense? Yami mused. Unbeknownst to him, Seto, Joey, and Mai were thinking the exact same time.
Oh, and Marik and Bakura. But he was afraid to look at what they were up to.
"I fear the outcome," Mai suddenly said, referring to the manager's decision.
"Sabine plays the pageboy, Anzu plays the Countess..." Joey said with a frown. He flailed his hands around, the tail-like things on his green overcoat flapping a little. Mai poked him and whistled innocently. Joey glared at her.
Suddenly, all the stage members except Bakura, Marik, Joey, Mai, and Madame Giry started singing. Oh, and Anzu, but she was busy preening herself, thank you.
Men and woman, many of them wearing powdered wigs such as Anzu's and white, elaborate outfits starting trilling along with the managers. Other stage hands, some who were dangling from the ceiling, suspended by ropes, joined in.
"Light up the stage with that age-old rapport! Sing, Prima donna, once more!" Everyone except the aforementioned five harmonized.
"So, it is to be war between us!" Yami suddenly spoke up, his voice reverberating around the main theatre room. Those on the stage all stood with their arms out, but upon hearing his voice, they quickly looked around fearfully. Mai was busy smirking again, while Joey was grimacing and looking angrily around.
Ah, good, Yami thought. Let him try and catch me! "If these demands are not met, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur!" He cried out. Most of the cast members and stage people ignored him, merely taking another breath and belting out two final words. Words that would seal the fate of the entire Opera Populaire.
"Once more!"
It would have been such a grand flourish, if at that moment Anzu hadn't decided to take a dramatic step forward. For Bakura and Marik, clearly bored and with ringing ears, had placed a simple noose on the place in which the lead soprano stepped. With a scream, Anzu was hoisted up in the air, suspended upside-down as her dress flipped, exposing her drawers. Yami's laughter rang from the theatre walls. Mai and Joey both hooted with elation, while Bakura and Marik high-fived each other on a job well done. Then, the two partners in crime, ignoring Ryou and Malik (who had come from behind the stage to see what was going on), opened their mouths, and with a note of finality, declared:
"Once more!"
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Cheyenne: Aha, and we come to the end of chapter... 5, is it? Yes, five. Whee! Once again, I am SO sorry for the long delay. (Also, I apologize for the utter mayhem of this chapter. I think I listened to the song 6 billion times trying to not get confused... but it didn't really work. So yeah. Again, I am sorry.) And lo and behold, Anzu has once again found herself victim of a net! I think this is beginning to get symbolic. Another thing I will apologize for is the errors I may have missed reading over this thing. I can NEVER seem to get them all when I write long chapters... and speaking of long chapters, this one was, like, 5,000 words long! Aren't you all proud of me? *Preens*
Khemet: *Dryly* Oh, yes. Very proud, Cheyenne. *Sighs in exasperation and continues on* She also apologizes for the Italian-stuff that didn't translate very well. But, you can actually get the gist of what she's saying. Most of the time.
Cheyenne: I think they were better off without the translations .
Khemet: They probably were.
Cheyenne: OWELL THEY CAN BE CONFUSED NOW.
Khemet: You're nice.
Cheyenne: Aren't I?
Joey: You totally messed up my character.
Cheyenne: Pfffffftttt.... yeah.
Joey: *Glares*
Cheyenne: You'll be back in character during the next chapter, I promise! D:
Seto: And me? I'm a total jerk-ish moron!
Cheyenne: I know. I left you in character.
Seto: Why you- *Is restrained by a laughing Bakura and Marik*
Bakura: You got burned.
Seto: Grr...
Both insane yamis: Once more!
Yami: Shut up, will you? And that didn't even make sense!
Ryou and Malik: BAKURA/MARIK!
Khemet: Shouldn't Sabine be here?
Cheyenne: NO SHE IS AWAY RIGHT NOW.
Khemet: Moron.
Cheyenne: Shut up.
Pegasus: What about MY character?
Cheyenne: I never really paid attention to your character, actually.
Pegasus: ...
Cheyenne: I just wrote you in a way that would benefit this retarded story of mine somewhat.
Pegasus: I hate you.
Cheyenne: Join the club. *Points to the "Story Characters Against Cheyenne" club members, who are all holding a banner. Club members include most cast members of this story.*
Pegasus: That totally defeats the purpose of-
Cheyenne: NO ONE CARES RAWR |O
Pegasus: No one cares about YOU!
Cheyenne: ... That made me sad. ;__; Yami...?
Yami: *Sighs and Mind Crushes Pegasus*
Cheyenne: *Smiles* Thank you! Anyways: PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! PLEASE? Reviews make me happy. Happiness is love and love is happiness and happiness is goodness and goodness is-
Khemet: YOU'RE SCARRING OUR BRAINS WITH YOUR RUN-ON SENTENCES AND UNGRAMMATICALNESS!
Cheyenne: *Whimpers* Please read and review? If you do, I'll give you a rubber chicken!
Khemet: ... Excuse me?
Cheyenne: You heard me.
Khemet: Yes, but... a RUBBER CHICKEN?
Cheyenne: You have a better idea?
Khemet: How about a cookie?
Cheyenne: Too unoriginal.
Khemet: A snickerdoodle?
Cheyenne: Artemis raided my supply for her own story.
Khemet: A cake?
Cheyenne: THE CAKE IS A LIE.
Khemet: -facepalm- FINE. You win.
Cheyenne: Yay! So if you read and review, you get a rubber chicken!
Thanks for reading in the first place!
((To all Defiance readers: I'll update that next!))
Until the next chapter update, then!
THANK YOU!
And yes, no one here seems to be smart enough to make up comebacks better than "Shut up."
And before you ask: Yes, that includes Seto.
Seto: *Hits Cheyenne with a rubber chicken*
Cheyenne: *Rubs head* ... And me.
Seto: That's better.
Cheyenne: Also, I wrote this whole thing in two days! ZONGZ!
Khemet: .Chapter.
Cheyenne: *Hides* Bye! *Waves*