First of all, I would like to wish my readers a HAPPY NEW YEAR! May 2014 bring you lots of yaoi-filled happiness!
As usual, I would like to apologise for the late update. Initially, I was aiming for a Christmas update, but the 'Interview' took longer to write than anticipated. This the second longest chapter of Voices to date. It's a whooping 12,500 words and that's without the Author's Notes. Let's hope it is worth the long wait, right?
Warnings: Dialogue. Lots of dialogue! Marik and the usual 'blah' applies. I've only proofed it once because of it's long-assedness and it's 3:30am right now, so please forgive any errors you may come across. I will amend it in due course.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
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Brrrrrrr . . . Brrrrrrr . . . Brrrrrrr . . .
The sound of the default alarm call from his phone pierced through Yami's slumber like a needle through silk; the obnoxious noise jarring his senses and causing him to groan in protest.
Brrrrrrr . . . Brrrrrrr . . . Brrrrrrr . . .
"Okay, okay! I'm up!" he yelled at his phone.
Turning on his side, he picked up the offending item and let his thumb hover enticingly over the snooze button but, after a short pause, thought the better of it and switched it off. Rolling onto his side, he glared at the ceiling above him briefly before glancing at the thin curtain drawn window, waiting for his mind to wade through the thick fog of sleep that was still attached to him. After a yawn, he knitted his brows and mentally prodded the nagging thought that gnawed at him, trying to grasp what it was trying telling him.
Ah, today is the day of the interview!
Grunting softly, he rolled off his futon and laid there on the mat in a boneless sprawl, his wiry limbs gracelessly spread out. He was in sloth mode. Grabbing his phone, he squinted at the time it displayed and decided he still had ten minutes to spare before he needed to move his butt to the shower. In the meantime, his eyes roved lazily around the room and rested on the three plushies assembled neatly on the smaller futon-cum-couch to the side of the room.
Obelisk, Osiris and Ra.
The sight brought a smile to his face. Marik pitched a bitch fit when he didn't bring the Ra plushie to work the next day as requested and Yami was made to sign a stack of photos of Marik and himself for the former's fan club during his tea break.
It had been six days since he had been given the dolls. It had been six days since he made his confession to Kaiba and it had been six days since he and Kaiba kissed.
Yami drew out a rueful sigh. Since then, Kaiba behaved like nothing happened and all interactions were conducted in a professional manner. Gone were the one-to-one exchanges, the teasing and infuriating smirks. Kaiba would no longer seek him out . . . he barely spared him a second glance. Initially, the sudden change of attitude threw Yami off loop, but as the days progressed, he resigned himself to the fact that Kaiba was no longer interested because of his professed attachment to Anzu. Yami knew he deserved the cold shoulder, but he couldn't help but miss the generous, amiable and almost flirtatious Kaiba and the warmth he exuded.
Now Noa shadows him with a grin wide enough to rival a Cheshire cat. For some reason, it really pissed Yami off.
As promised, Kaiba persuaded Ota-san to be lenient with him during the time he needed to work off his notice. The director was extremely unhappy about the setback in his precious schedule, but after extracting a promise—with a healthy dose of death-threats from said director, Kaiba and Mai-san—Yami vowed to make up for the lost time by working overtime on the days he had no night shifts. So far, the compromise worked and Yami was already halfway through working off his notice.
Things at the convenient store remained more or less the same. Anzu did not treat him any different from how she would normally and for that, Yami was relieved. Asides protecting him from Broken Bond fans, Anzu was the same chirpy and bubbly brunette he loved.
Incidentally, the store became busy with people. The staff from the day shift began to linger after their shifts were over, hoping for a glimpse or an opportunity to talk to their idol-slash-colleague and the staff room became a shrine for Broken Bonds. With pictures of Yami and Osiris plastered on the walls, the staff felt obliged to pay homage to him. It was extremely embarrassing.
Then there was the issue of personal space, people would come into the store to loiter and stare, interrupting his work for pictures and autographs. Some even requested voice clips for their phones. The attention frustrated Yami. He rarely got the chance to be alone with Anzu until it was well into the night, by then they had chores to carry out. It was exasperating, to say the least, as was the waiting. There were times he wanted to confess and have it over and done with it. Only the subsequent mortification of a rejection prevented him from acting rashly. No, he would abide his time and confess before he leaves as planned. It would make their parting less awkward should things turn sour.
With sleepiness fleeing him, Yami got up and turned on his water heater. Then, he went over to the makeshift couch to inspect the outfit he had spread out. It took him a good forty minutes the night before to decide on what to wear for the interview. In the end, he chose a plain, tight, light grey cashmere V-neck sweater and black skinny jeans with a black and white chequered belt threaded through the loops around the waist. A black pair of mid-calf leather boots placed near the front door completed the outfit.
As promised, it was all Millennium branded. Isis requested he promote the brand and promote he would. He was asked to do a photo shoot when he was able to ease up on his schedule. Unfortunately, with the amount of promotions and interviews for Broken Bonds lined up along with his other job, he had very little time to spare for other commitments. Mai-san was keeping an eye out for an opening, but it probably won't be until the first episode of Broken Bonds is aired that they earn a respite.
Carefully treading his way back to his futon, Yami knelt beside it and began folding up the blanket and mattress before stowing it away in the built-in closet. It wasn't until all that was done did he shuffle his way over to the bathroom to brush his teeth and shower. Today was going to be a long, trying day. He prayed to every known deity to man that it will go without a hitch.
Had he known what the consequences of the interview would be, he would have prayed a lot harder.
A lot, lot harder.
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"Thank you, Obelisk!" Kisara exclaimed happily, her undisguised delight at the gift of Talsumian sweetmeat was all too evident. "It's very considerate of you."
"How can I return empty-handed?" Obelisk chuckled, beaming widely as he watched the princess pick delicately at the scarlet ribbon on the fancy box.
Kisara paused and looked at him questioningly, "I hope you bought something for Osiris as well. You know how easily vexed he is with your 'favouritism' on gifts."
Obelisk laughed, filling the room with the sound of his warm and rich voice. "Then we'll keep this gift as a secret between the two of us," he said with a conspiratorial wink, assisting Kisara with the task of removing the ribbon. "I promise to get him something next time."
The pledge extracted a laugh from spirited the female, who shook her head in disbelief. "That's what you said last time," she reminded him.
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Twirling the wide band of velvet around his fingers in an absent-minded manner, Obelisk strolled into the east wing garden in search for his fellow Protectors. Kisara, wanting to share the confectionery with her royal mother, had disappeared into the royal quarters in a flurry of high spirits and silk, leaving one lonely male redundant and void of company. Solitude did not suit Obelisk, so he sought out the others.
Osiris and Ra were poring over a game of chess, their attention immersed with the challenge before them. Tranquillity exuded between the occupied players and a contented hush settled about them. A light breeze blew around them, rustling the lush foliage and disturbing the silence with the soft whisper of dancing leaves.
As both males were off duty, they had changed out of their uniform in favour of donning more comfortable attire. Ra was dressed in a tan-colour tailored tunic, which swathed tightly around his lean upper torso. His pants, a shade lighter than his top, also hugged the contours of his long legs, which were encased in soft knee-high leather boots.
Osiris, on the other hand, had opted for a garment that was long and loose. High-collared with flared sleeves, the grey robe flowed to his ankles. With slits on either side that went as far mid-thigh, it revealed matching coloured pants that were similar in style to Ra's. He, too, wore the same style boots as the latter.
"So you are back from your mission?" Osiris stated without looking up from the game.
"Yes, not long ago," Obelisk replied cheerfully.
"Then you've seen nee-sama already?" Osiris asked, his hand moving a chess piece across the board.
Obelisk did not reply. He did not want to expose the truth about the gift he had offered the other.
Rich, vibrant coloured eyes peered in his direction; solemnness emitting from them as it scrutinised the latecomer. "So, where's my gift?"
Obelisk burst into a fit of laughter. "Osiris, you are shameless," he cooed.
Osiris snorted and returned his attention to the game, his face in a deep frown. Sobering up, Obelisk noticed the frown and wondered if it was him or the game that was the cause of it. He didn't have to ponder for long.
"So you've forgotten . . . again!" the prince declared sulkily.
"Come on, Osiris!" the guilty one protested. "Don't be so petty!"
"What did you get nee-sama?"
Ra looked up at the mention of Kisara's gift, a scowl etched on his handsome face; his hand clutching a chess piece paused in mid-air.
"Some Talsumian confectionery," came the mumbled reply.
The prince sent a glower at Obelisk before turning his face away with a sniff and a long pout. It was common knowledge Osiris had a sweet tooth . . . and a childish temperament to boot. For all of the prince's intelligence and wisdom, he could also be an unreasonable brat when provoked.
Obelisk sighed and sat gingerly next to him. "I'll promise to bring you something special next time," he vowed, attempting to coax the sullenness away.
The sulky royal ignored him.
"You say that every time!" Ra retorted. "Even I am tired of your empty promises and acts of favouritism!"
"But you don't even bring anything back!" snapped the frustrated male, annoyed at being accused by someone less considerate than him.
"Exactly! Which is why I am fair, at least," Ra replied coolly, reverting his attention back to the game and dismissing the speechless male.
Obelisk sighed again and looked at Osiris who was focused anywhere but him. He watched intrigued as a pale hand absently pushed back a few strands of hair behind a delicate ear.
Obelisk reached out, captured a lock of hair and rubbed it between his finger and thumb. "Your hair is getting long," he said, appreciating its softness. It was like unravelled silk cascading down Osiris' back and pooling around him.
With his hand on his chin and his garnet gaze transfixed on the chessboard beneath knitted brows, Osiris continued to ignore him. The wind rippled around them, blowing his silky tresses about his face, reminding Obelisk of fine-spun cobweb fluttering in the breeze. The prince tut-tutted his annoyance as his hand rose to brush the floating wisps away.
Warm hands reached out and grabbed the long tresses, taming and bunching it at the nape of the long, slender neck. The action prompted Osiris to turn his head towards Obelisk, but was halted when the older man said, "Don't move."
Surprisingly, the younger complied. Obelisk's long fingers combed through the hair and gathered it in his grasp. Once all the hair was obtained, he wrapped the red ribbon around the ponytail and secured it with a neat bow. "There," he said with a flourish of satisfaction, smoothing down the stubborn strands with utmost gentleness.
Osiris crooked his arm behind his head and touched the band of velvet; a small smile tugging the luscious lips upwards as he felt Obelisk's handiwork. For the second time, Osiris steered his focus away from the game and rested his eyes on the smirking male for a few heartbeats before diverting back. "I will forgive you this time," he said with an air of tolerance.
Obelisk laughed aloud, the sound resounded pleasantly around the trio. "Why thank you, your Royal Cheekiness," he replied.
With a small smile tugging Osiris' lips, peace and harmony was restored to the status quo once more.
"Fantastic work, everyone," praised Ota-san over the speakers; the sound of his hands clapping in the background could be heard. "This is it for today since I am aware that some of you have other commitments to attend to. Please be here bright and early tomorrow morning. We are thankfully on schedule and making progress but, with the project airing in a fortnight's time, we can't afford to be lax about it. Your dedication is appreciated and thank you for your hard work. See you all tomorrow."
Yami let out a huge sigh of relief and took a large swig of water. He thought the last scene was a good place to end the day with. It left a heart-warming buzz inside him. He appreciated the warmth and lightness in Kaiba's voice. It reminded him of the time when they were at the Italian restaurant—when he was . . . friendlier. Nowadays, if Kaiba weren't acting, he would sound brusque and detached. It was a shame, Yami had to admit, but he knew he couldn't have the best of both worlds. The hardship he experienced had taught him to be a little pessimistic in his outlook. That way he won't be disappointed when things don't go as expected.
"Hey, Yami-chan, ready to go?" Marik weaved an arm through his and was tugging him towards the door behind a rigid Kaiba. "The interview is in the lounge right, Kaiba?"
Kaiba grunted a reply and exited. Marik and Yami followed close to the other's heels.
The trio weaved their way through the corridors until they reached the lounge. Yami's heart hammered in tempo with each step he took. After the press conference ordeal, he decided he didn't like these promotional interviews; in fact he didn't like interviews at all, be it for job or auditions.
Inwardly sighing, Yami meekly followed the two pros with an air of reluctance with his hands stuffed in his jean's pocket, his bag slung across his chest and an arm held captive to Marik's. He was rather looking forward to going home as opposed to being tortured for a magazine. He felt like a martyr going to meet his doom!
Marik, on the other hand, could barely contain his excitement as bounced along trying to lure Kaiba into a game of "guess-the-interviewer". Suffice to say, Kaiba's refusal to indulge the Egyptian by participating in his childish game did not stop his incessant happy babbling throughout their brief trek. Never one to be intimidated, he loved interviews immensely. It was always so entertaining. He hoped Yami would divulge information about himself. Trying to get personal info out of his Yami-chan was like trying to get Kaiba to laugh. Both were impossibly tight-lipped!
Impatient to get started, Marik released Yami when they arrived outside the room. With an exaggerated sweep of his hand, he grabbed and twisted the door handle, and pulled the door open. Sticking his head into the room, his eyes raked the room before settling onto a slender female form with long wavy auburn locks sitting elegantly on one of the couches. Next to her was a tanned man wearing tinted glasses and cradling a camera in his hands.
"Hey, Kaoruko! Shotaro!" Marik greeted with gusto. "Long time no see!"
Slate coloured eyes crinkling at the corner with mirth looked back at him. "I hardly think that is my fault that we've not seen each other for some time, now is it, Marik-sensei?" criticised the female good-humouredly.
Getting up, Himekoji Kaoruko, top journalist for Otaku Monthly Magazine along with her companion greeted the actors with a deep bow. "Kaiba-sensei, Marik-sensei, it is a pleasure to see you again, I am truly honoured for the opportunity you've given our company. And Mutou-sensei," she turned to said man and offered a business card to him. Yami received it with both hands. "I am Himekoji Kaoruko of Otaku Monthly Magazine. Please to meet you. And this," gesturing to the tall man standing next to her, "is our photographer, Akaboshi Shotaro, and he will be taking photographs during and after the interview."
Returning the bow along with Kaiba and Marik, Yami replied politely, "It is my pleasure, Himekoji-san, Akaboshi-san."
After the formalities were over, the interviewer motioned the men to be seated and settled herself onto the couch opposite them. Kaiba sat on one end of the couch whereas Marik draped himself on the other. Yami sat stiffly between them, his hands balled tightly on top of his knees.
Marik, noticing the tension, prodded Yami on the base of his spine, prompting a surprise yelp and involuntary squirm from him. Pouting angrily, Yami scowled at the laughing culprit.
Himekoji-san chuckled and gave a knowingly look at the mischievous Egyptian as she picked up a folder and a recording device off the low table between them and placed it on her lap. Then, she looked at the three men opposite her and waited for their full attention. She didn't have to wait long. Three pairs of eyes were upon her in the matter of seconds. The cerulean pair looked positively bored, the violet ones looked merry and playful, and the crimson pair looked practically fearful. Himekoji could feel the latter's anxiety seeping out through his body. She felt sorry for him and decided to put him at ease.
"I am aware Kaiba-sensei and Marik-sensei are familiar with the procedure, but I'll explain it for the benefit of Mutou-sensei. The interview will consist mostly of questions that are related to the Broken Bonds project though, I might add, it wouldn't hurt to promote a little of yourself in the process too," Himekoji hinted with a smile. "After we've gone through the official questions, I have a few fan-based ones that I would like to ask on the fans' behalf. If you feel uncomfortable or disinclined to answer any of the questions, let me know and I'll move on. The purpose of this interview is to promote the anime and introduce you to the audience. If you feel we are prying, do not hesitate to inform me, is that clear, Mutou-sensei?"
Yami nodded in response.
"Good, let's get started," Himekoji-san said gleefully, activating the recording device and placing it on the table. Opening her folder, she shuffled a few pieces of paper around and picked up a pen.
"Right, first of all, I would like to say that it's an immense honour to be able to do this interview. I am sure I am the envy of the press right now to get this exclusive—not that I'll be the last—but being the first makes this a very special moment for me. So, thank you."
Yami rolled his eyes at Marik snort to the interviewer's remark; no doubt the hentai was construing something perverse from her excited words, whereas Kaiba lifted a brow at the enthusiasm displayed. He had allocated a certain time for the interview; he hoped she was going to make a start soon if it was to be completed within the time set. Trying hard not to glance at his watch to make his point, he crossed his legs and folded his arms across his chest. He could not help the soft glare he sent her way though.
"So," Himekoji-san began after clearing her throat. "The first question I would like to ask you all is: could you share your auditioning experience for Broken Bonds with us? Starting with Kaiba-sensei."
Pushing his back into the soft leather of the couch, Kaiba paused briefly before answering. "Some of you may think that KCC being the sponsors of Broken Bonds I would be offered the part. Unfortunately, that isn't the case. Ota-san made me audition for Obelisk even though I was the favourite for the role."
"Was there fierce competition for the role of Obelisk? And did you have to wait long before you were informed you got the part?"
"I competed against five other voice actors," Kaiba recalled softly, "but only needed to wait a day to learn I had got the part."
"You must have made quite an impression to get a prompt reply like that."
Kaiba shrugged nonchalantly. "Better that than to think the competition was weak . . . which, I might add, it wasn't. I trust Ota-san and the panel's judgement. If I wasn't ideal for the role of Obelisk, I am sure I wouldn't be voicing him now."
Marik laughed. "So cocky, Kaiba," he goaded, poking at Kaiba and his modest reply. He knew who was short-listed for the audition and it was a no brainer that Kaiba was the best candidate for Obelisk out of the bunch. Still, it didn't stop him from teasing him.
Kaiba snorted. "With KCC's stake in the project, I can only hope for its success. Who voices Obelisk is irrelevant as long as he does a good job. If I remember your audition correctly, your experience was not dissimilar from mine."
Marik smiled and nodded his head slowly. "Yes, you were at Ra's audition. You even voiced a scene with the candidates so the panel could compare the chemistry between each actor."
"Were you nervous, Marik-san?" Himekoji-san asked curiously. Yami whipped his head around to stare at Marik. He was curious too.
The Egyptian shook his head. "Nah, I've been voicing with Kaiba for so long that we're relatively comfortable working on scenes together. The only thing I would be anxious about is fluffing up my lines. I am a pro, you know. I have a reputation to maintain."
Yami and Kaiba simultaneously rolled their eyes at the comment. "Who's the cocky one now?" Kaiba sniped. "Besides, do you even know what being 'pro' entails? If you do, I have yet to see you behave like one."
Marik snorted, "The day you take that stick out of your ass, is the day I'll act real professional!" He leaned over to Himekoji, pointed to the recording device and drew a hand across his throat. Cut out the last comment, it implied. Understanding the meaning behind the gesture, Himekoji-san nodded. He winked his thanks in return.
Sitting back into the couch once more, Marik continued, "Like Kaiba pointed out, my audition was similar to his. The candidates and I were told to read out scenes varying from young Ra, to Ra in love, to super-angry Ra and evil Ra. I had some tough competition though. One of the candidates, and a dear friend of mine, gave me a run for my money. Personally, I think he would have clinched the deal if it hadn't been for the scene with Kaiba. Fortunately for me, my Ra was more compatible with Kaiba's Obelisk than his."
Himekoji-san looked at Kaiba and asked, "Do you feel that is the case, Kaiba-sensei?" This time, Yami turned to observe Kaiba, his brows raised expectantly for the answer.
"For a change, you are actually selling yourself short, Marik," Kaiba said bluntly. "The other candidate was good, but in my professional opinion, your Ra was better—and that was before we did that any scenes together. The panel knew that and their decision was unanimous. It was why you were notified of the role the next day."
Yami spun his head to see Marik's response to Kaiba's rare praise, but Marik dismissed it with a casual wave of his hand. Instead, he grinned at Yami and said, "Hey Yami-chan, it's your turn now."
Yami paled and swallowed to wet his parched throat. He was aware that all eyes were on him. "Well, I wasn't actually at the casting for Osiris. In fact, I was vying for a minor role for Broken Bonds," Yami gave a forced laugh and looked at the interviewer shame-faced, "and truth be told, I was ignorant about manga and project before the auditions."
Himekoji-san's eyes widened at the revelation. "So, you're telling me you had no idea about the project beforehand?"
Yami nodded sheepishly. "The whole experience was surreal. The order to go attend the audition came out of the blue; I was called into the office by my agent and told to attend this audition for 'one of the hero's subordinate and friend' if I remember my agent's words correctly, and I did."
Himekoji-san nodded her head, her silence requesting Yami to continue. From the corner of his eye, Yami noticed Kaiba lean further back into the couch and smirking. He was enjoying himself! Yami reddened as he recalled how Kaiba goaded him into losing his temper. Looking back now, he could see elements of Obelisk and Osiris in their exchange. Obelisk knew how to push Osiris' buttons—just like Kaiba did his! Suppressing the urge to pout, Yami took a deep breath and continued.
"Well, I was the last candidate and was partnered with Kaiba-sensei in a scene. After we did the scene, we took a break and then I was asked to voice a character called Osiris when I returned and I did. I was told I got the part a week later. Compared to Kaiba-sensei and Marik-sensei's situation, it must have been a tough process."
Kaiba snorted at the comment, but did not enlighten anyone with his outburst. Marik, on the other hand, was more forthcoming, "I was present at the Osiris audition so trust me when I say Yami-chan's Osiris was superior to the rest," Marik shrugged, "but then again, that's just my opinion."
"Oh, and what did you find in Mutou-sensei's Osiris that the other's lacked?" prodded Himekoji-san.
Marik grinned and trailed his eyes to everyone in the room for the full dramatic effect. Ignoring Kaiba's mini-scowl, he looked at Yami and said one word, "Fire."
Gasps were heard, but Marik disregarded them. Instead, his attention was focused on Yami's stunned expression. Eyes wide beneath arched slender brows and lips slightly parted, Yami's face was priceless.
"And sexy," Marik couldn't help but add with a lascivious smirk.
Yami groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. And he was behaving so well, he thought to himself. He wondered if he could request for that unwelcomed comment to be removed, he was about to turn to Kaiba and silently plead his case when Himekoji-san's chuckle broke through his musings.
"Ah, some things never change, right, Marik-sensei?" Marik replied with a snort. "But it good to see you approve of Mutou-sensei's Osiris. From what I've seen so far, Mutou-sensei is doing an outstanding job. Keep up the good work."
"T-thank you," Yami spluttered, taken aback by the praise bestowed on him. He could feel the heat spread from his face to his neck. It increased when he felt a hand ruffle his tri-coloured spikes.
"Aw, Yami-chan's all embarrassed now," laughed Marik.
"Can we move on?" growled Kaiba, watching Yami bat Marik's hand away from the hair with little amusement. "I'd like the interview to finish sometime today if possible."
"Yes, of course," Himekoji-san said hurriedly. "Now, moving on to the next question: can you tell the readers what inspired you to become voice actors. Again, we will start with Kaiba-sensei."
"Most know that my initiation into voice acting had nothing to do with inspiration and all to do with Pegasus-san's persistence. At the time, I didn't have a company to run, so I thought I'd do it to pass time. The job's stuck ever since—even after I inherited KCC."
Silence enveloped the room as Kaiba's words sunk in, heads nodding in understanding. Yami admired Kaiba's perseverance. It would be the industry's loss should Kaiba retire from voice acting to run a company. Peers and fans loved the Ice Prince.
Himekoji-san hummed her acknowledgment before moving on. "And Marik-sensei?" she pressed. "You were recruited straight from university."
Marik smiled at the memory. "Yes, I was. Pegasus-san approached me after I did a speech at the university's open day. I was President of the Student Council at the time."
Yami whipped his head around to face Marik, his features etched with disbelief. "You were Student Council President?"
"Yep, at Domino City University. Held the title for two years in a row prior to my departure."
Yami looked sceptical.
"What's that look for Yami-chan? Do I not look capable of such position?"
A rude snort was his reply. "I find it hard to imagine you in a position of importance. Kaiba-sensei, yes definitely, I mean, he oozes the part . . . but you, no."
Marik looked like a kicked puppy. He placed his hand over his heart and whined, "You wound me, Yami-chan."
"Can't say I blame Mutou-sensei, Marik-sensei," Himekoji-san interjected. "You don't look like the type to take on the extra work the presidency involves."
Marik smirked lazily, "I didn't have to. The others did the work. I just had to show my handsome face around to get the votes and lure the people with my awesome voice."
"What's it in for you?" Yami asked with narrowing eyes, suspicion tainting the query.
"Fans. Lots of adoring fans ready to throw themselves at my feet."
"Figures."
"So," Himekoji-san drew out slowly, trying to steer the conversation back to the relevant topic, "how did Pegasus-san manage to coax you into voice acting then?"
"Fans. Lots of adoring fans ready to throw themselves at my feet."
"You never change," Himekoji-san grumbled, catching Marik's smug grin and nonchalant shrug before addressing the final actor. "And Mutou-san? What inspired you to a career of voice acting?"
Yami looked thoughtful for a moment before answering. "My younger brother was the one who got me interested in the dubbing industry," he admitted with a soft smile. "He used to ask me to imitate character voices for fun and I kind of got hooked since. After a while, my interest went one step further and I began to analyse voices."
"What was your favourite character? And was it the one you imitated the best?"
"My favourite had to be Kuriboh from The Big Adventures of Little Kuriboh. And no, he wasn't the one my little brother said I voiced best."
"And whom, according to your brother, did you voice best?"
Embarrassed, Yami squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. He ducked his head down and mumbled something inaudible into his chest.
The female interviewer leaned forward slightly and said, "I'm sorry, Mutou-sensei, I didn't quite catch that. Can you repeat it again?"
Blushing profusely, Yami took a deep breath and repeated what was said earlier, "I was told I did a mean Death Guardius from The Masked Demon Beast."
Silence.
Then, a roar of laughter filled the room.
Marik had doubled over laughing and was slapping his thigh in merriment. Himekoji-san and her colleague were smothering their laughter behind their hands and even the corners of Kaiba's lips twitched in suppressed mirth.
"You've got to be shittin' me, right?" Marik squealed. He was bouncing excitedly on the couch. "That was the first character I voiced! Was it that memorable?"
Palming his face, Yami shook his head. "Somehow, my brother loved him. He had some terrible fascination with the character and his voice despite he was terrified of it. It got to the point he requested it so much that I near perfected it."
"Give us a sample then," Marik urged slyly. "Say in Death Guardius' voice: 'by donning the Mask of Remnants, I hereby take control of your mind and body. You shall bow down before me, my puppet, for I am your master and you shall do my bidding. Muwahahahaha . . . '"
"No."
"Why?"
"Don't want to."
"Please."
"No."
"Please."
"N—"
"Why don't you indulge us, Mutou-sensei? We'd all love to hear it."
Pouting, Yami sighed before clearing his throat and repeating the requested lines in his Death Guarius voice. It was deep, menacing and held a hint of creepiness in it. The rendition was very convincing.
Marik laughed and hugged Yami for his efforts whereas Himekoji-san and Akaboshi-san applauded him. Yami stole a glance at Kaiba. The taciturn man was looking disapprovingly at the hentai attached to him, but when their eyes met, Yami noticed a hint of amusement in them.
"I think Marik will out of a job soon," Kaiba quipped with a smirk, his eyes fixed on the rising blush that spread across Yami's face. "His Evilness has finally met his match." Himekoji-san and Akaboshi-san could only wholeheartedly agree.
"Right," Himekoji-san grinned devilishly. "My next question is: In a nutshell summarise your character and tell us what aspects of those attributes you can relate to. Kaiba-sensei?"
Kaiba looked pensive as he considered the answer. There was very little of Obelisk in him, if he was going to be honest with himself. Ra was befitting him more, but he couldn't openly admit that, could he? Skimming the faces around him, he rested his eyes on the sole female in the room. She was anticipating his answer so he gave it.
"Obelisk is a playful, impulsive, outgoing and optimistic individual who is passionate about life and love! Under that lively façade, he can be serious and considerate, and he is fiercely loyal to his friends and country. He protects those he loves. However, he does possess a rebellious streak which come into play more oft than not and lands him in deep trouble. If I were to compare myself with Obelisk, I'd say we are similar in the way we will protect what is ours and not allow other's to take it away from us. We both have stubborn traits and outspoken when angered. In later years, Obelisk's maturity nurtures responsibility and wisdom. That I can relate to."
Everyone except Marik nodded in agreement. The latter had his head tilted to one side and was looking at the brunet with extreme curiosity—keenly reflecting on the admission. A wicked smile stretched across his tanned face. Those pale eyes shifted to Yami momentarily before shifting back to Kaiba again.
Unblinkingly, Kaiba stared back at him. Those cerulean orbs were fired up with steely determination. Daring him to oppose.
"Um, Marik-sensei?"
Marik turned from Kaiba to look at the pretty redhead, a golden brow raised in question. "Hmmm?" he said distractedly.
"Your answer?" Himekoji-san reminded politely.
Marik laughed to cover his embarrassment. It wasn't every day he was caught unawares and left without a comeback. "Ah, yes . . ." he dragged out slowly. "Let's see, Ra is a proud, smart, obstinate and snobbish fellow who feels he is superior to everyone around him, he has a tendency to look down at others." Marik took in a deep breath and exhaled. "He is madly in love with Kisara, but the sentiment is unfortunately one-sided which drives him off the deep end. He loves to tease Osiris and gets his kicks from either harassing or mocking the man. Ironically enough, he only sees Osiris as a worthy opponent and does his utmost to outwit him at every turn. Apart from Osiris and Kisara, everyone else is insignificant to him."
Marik paused for a few seconds and continued. "I can't say I am very much like Ra except for the fact I love teasing and harassing people, especially my little ol' Yami-chan. I see him worthy of my attention." To make a point, Marik extended his hand and caressed the nape of said victim's neck.
Yami scowled at the offending man and tried to shrug off the contact. All the while, Kaiba watched stiffly from the side.
"Well, like Kisara, it seems like your sentiments for Mutou-sensei is unreciprocated as well," Himekoji-san scoffed evilly.
"Yes," Marik replied flatly, "it is a tragedy, but one I intend to remedy. Ra never gave up and neither shall I."
"Ra is delusional!" Yami grumbled.
"But he's persistent."
"He's homicidal."
"But he's persistent," Marik insisted happily. "And I have you know, Yami-chan, 'persistent' is my middle name."
"I thought it was 'pervert'."
"It can be if you're interested," Marik replied with a wink. Yami covered his face and groaned into his hands.
"Mutou, stop encouraging the hentai and answer damn the question so we can move on!" snapped Kaiba, his impatience was getting the better of him and he was close to going 'homicidal' on the idiotic pair!
This time Yami's glare was aimed at Kaiba. And Kaiba glared back. Both pair of eyes was locked in a silent war—both refusing to look away first. It was Yami broke eye contact in the end. The longer he stared into those eyes, the deeper he felt himself drowning in them. The swirl of emotions he sought so hard to suppress surfaced once again, leaving him perturbed and flustered. He discovered he missed the way Kaiba would look at him. He missed the reassuring touches Kaiba would give him. He missed the discreet way Kaiba would soothe him when he was rattled. And he missed his protectiveness.
"If I were to compare myself with Obelisk, I'd say we are similar in the way we will protect what is ours and not allow other's to take it away from us."
Yami chewed his lower lip as he collected himself, a frown marring his temple as he reflected on what Kaiba said. The coolness the other displayed . . . did it mean Kaiba no longer cared . . . that he was no longer worth protecting?
Finally finding his voice Yami spoke up, his hands curled into tight fists on his lap. "In my opinion, there are so many words to describe Osiris," he began, inwardly congratulating himself for his steady voice. "He is intelligent, charismatic, just, cool-headed as well as hot-tempered too. He is a brilliant tactician and an able diplomat. He is devoted to those he loves and he is dependable in times of need. He shows acts of bravery where his sister and his friends are concerned. However, despite his supposed level-headedness, he does have random spurts of recklessness, which we are familiar with when he is younger. Oh, and he has a sweet-tooth."
Uncurling the fists, Yami drummed his fingers on his lap as he compared his personality with Osiris'. "If I were to relate myself to Osiris, then I'll have to admit there'll be more differences than similarities. I am not bright, charismatic or have any talents worth mentioning, but I am devoted to those I love and I'll strive to protect them whenever possible. Like Osiris, I can be a little hot-headed, reckless and outspoken—"
Kaiba's snort interrupted the sentence. Yami sent him a heated glare whereupon Kaiba returned it with an arch brow and a sardonic smirk that seem to say: only a little hot-headed, reckless and outspoken?
Ignoring the jeer, Yami turned away from Kaiba and picked up where he left off. He knew the others were interested in the silent exchange, but wisely kept their curiosity to themselves. "As I was saying, I can be a little hot-headed, reckless and outspoken, but that's because, like Osiris, I am easily provoked. I guess my brother is right when he says that is my main shortcoming. My pride tends to get the better of me sometimes."
"That is modest of you, Yami-chan," Marik chuckled, tugging playfully at one of Yami's spikes. "Don't forget, it's that temper that gave you an advantage over your dubbing rivals. Osiris would not be the same if the person voicing him was not able to portray him at his finest."
"At his finest?" Himekoji-san asked.
"Yep, in a tantrum, of course. The fits that he's able to pitch are a force to be reckoned with. The Gadius and Osiris scenes are hilariously entertaining because it is done so well. I am sure you will all agree with me when I say Yami makes Osiris his own despite their differences in character."
Yami could only gape at Marik speechlessly; amazed at how sane and cool he sounded. It made Yami wonder what the real Marik was like. Considering his unsavoury traits, he was popular and well liked. No one had any ill intent or hatred towards the hentai despite his frivolity and perverseness. Furthermore, his fans almost rivalled Kaiba's. One could even say Marik was similar to Kaiba in a way that both had more layers to their person than an onion. However, where Kaiba is closed off and aloof, Marik is expressive and open. At that moment in time, Yami was impressed with Marik's maturity. Very impressed!
"Continue to look at me like that, Yami-chan, and I'll jump you."
Well, screw that, thought Yami, his expression morphing into a glower. In that instance, he wished Rebecca was present and braining the hentai with her script!
"Ahem," Himekoji-san tactfully interrupted. "Let's move to the last question before we tackle the questions sent in by the fans, shall we? I would like each sensei to tell us which are the most memorable scenes for you so far and why? Kaiba-sensei."
"I think the scene that's most memorable for me so far is the Obelisk and Osiris tête-à-tête tree scene because it has, as Ota-san so eloquently put it, a 'bi-polar Osiris'. The scene was one of the most difficult to act because it depicts Osiris on an emotional rollercoaster. I have to admit, the results are astounding . . . not to mention the experience of partnering Mutou-sensei on it was most enjoyable."
A happy chortle from Yami confirmed Kaiba's words. "Yes, the scene was very challenging," added Yami fondly, his head bobbing to the comment. On the outside he was calm, but on the inside his heart was beating to the tempo of 'Oh, my god, oh, my god, oh, my god!' It was hard to believe that Kaiba was actually praising him. Actually saying it was the most memorable scene in his book—even more than his scenes with Kisara! It was just . . . WOW!
Himekoji-san was frantically scribbling something in her folder. Yami suspected it might be a reminder to check out the scene when the time comes. If Kaiba acclaimed it, it must have been worth something. Satisfied she had jotted everything down, she peered at Marik and giving him her full attention. As if on cue, Marik spoke.
"I have so many I find memorable because I am greedy. I've already mentioned I liked the Gadius and Osiris scenes and another one of my favourites is the 'Ra propose to Kisara' scene. Shizuka-chan did a marvellous job in conveying the sorrow and regret. One can't blame Ra for being besotted with her, right? She's such a darling!" Marik cackled to the last remark. "However, my most treasured, most awesomest and bestest favourite scene so far—and that's not including the one that me and Yami-chan did in front of the hotel for the fans after the press conference—has to be the little confrontation where Ra announces he is leaving Metahtes and Osiris tries to dissuade him."
"Ah, I remember that part in the manga and in the trailer," Himekoji-san sighed dreamily. "Osiris tries so hard to persuade Ra to stay, but to no avail. In the end, amidst the growing animosity, the pair threatens to defeat the other and thus deepening the Ra and Osiris rivalry. I am definitely looking forward to that scene very much. The tension between the two was electrifying. It was like the beginning to the end of whatever they had between them. Friendship and comradeship was cast aside and in its place enmity and resentment was born. Was that why it was so memorable for you, Marik-sensei?"
Marik grinned. "Yes, that and the fact that the scene was charged with sexual tension."
"Anything and everything with you is related to something ecchi. Why am I not surprised you've managed to make Ra into some sort of pervert," Kaiba countered.
Yami's head swerved to observe him.
"Come on, Kaiba!" Marik protested. Yami's head then swerved to Marik. "Don't tell me you haven't noticed how Ra practically tries to lure Osiris to his side. His method of persuasion is rather sexy if you don't mind me saying so . . ."
"That's because you make it sound so perverted!"
Yami's head veered back to Kaiba.
"I call it 'enticing', Kaiba! You can't expect to coax Osiris to the dark side with ugly threats, do you? Bear in mind, Osiris admires Ra's intelligence so he's already halfway on Ra's side, all that's required is a gentle nudge and he would have fallen into Ra's lap." Marik stopped for breath, his chest panting slightly from his passionate outburst. "Besides, you wouldn't know sexy if it stripped naked and humped your leg! Even fans recognise the potential in that pairing. I'll have you know it's the ultimate yaoi fanon pairing!"
Marik sounded childishly gleeful as he made that statement. Yami almost expected him to puff out his chest and beat it—like some sort of smug ape!
"How about this," Himekoji-san ventured, there was an evil gleam in her eye that made Yami shudder. It reminded him of Anzu when she went into fangirl mode. "Why don't we settle this dispute with a small challenge for Kaiba-sensei and Marik-sensei?"
Both men looked suspiciously at Himekoji-san. Go on, they silently encouraged. We are listening.
"Why don't you take turns to enact those persuasive lines to Osiris . . ." Himekoji-san gestures to Yami, "and see who is sexier?"
Yami let out a strangled moan and wished he would magically disappear in a puff of smoke.
"You're on!" Marik blurted out, his hands reaching for his script and flipping through the pages. "Okay, here it is, it's scene 129. Yami-chan, you say this line," he points to the relevant line, "and we will follow it up, okay?"
"You can't be serious!" exclaimed Yami, turning from Marik to watch in fascinated horror as Kaiba slowly delves into his bag to retrieve his script. Finding the required page, he leaves it open on his lap after scanning the lines and awaits further instruction.
Himekoji-san gladly proceeds with the task. "Right, I want to see some serious seduction here. Woo Osiris like you mean it! Marik-sensei will go first. Mutou-sensei, when you're ready."
Yami swallowed and turned to face Marik. The man was looking very grave. Sighing, Yami inhaled and said, "So, you will not reconsider then?" Sadness tinged with regret accented those words. Osiris did not want Ra to leave.
Marik reached out and gently brushed a raven bang away from Yami's face, tucking it behind his ear. Then, he trailed his fingers down the outer shell of the ear and began rubbing the soft velvety lobe. Violet eyes filled with longing and tenderness peered into his and then Marik spoke, his plea shattering the long silence. "Come with me, Osiris," he implored, his voice soft like silk and sweet like honey. "Only I can equal that intellect of yours, only I can satisfy that insatiable mind. Together, we can be one big, happy family: you, me and Kisara."
Large, round crimson orbs stared back at the Egyptian. The ability to speak had all but fled their owner. Yami was held spellbound by the magic the words wove. He could only stare speechlessly as Marik beamed widely at him.
"Oh my goodness! That was so awesome!" Himekoji-san's shriek broke the spell. Yami and Marik turned their heads to the voice and were met with her cell phone held at arm's length and directed at them. "Now, Kaiba-sensei, it's your turn. Mutou-sensei, please turn around to face Kaiba-sensei."
With his heart hammer excitedly against his chest, Yami slowly spun around on his ass to face the Ra pretender.
"Good, you may begin when ready."
Yami looked up and met Kaiba's gaze. For a moment he felt himself propel back to the time they were in the alleyway, his back resting against the concrete wall with Kaiba's body so close to his. Opening his mouth, he willed the words to spill from his lips. "So, you will not consider then?" The dryness in his throat made the question sound husky.
Impatiently, Yami waited for Kaiba's reply. But instead of the expected words, he felt Kaiba caress his cheek with the back of his hand. The knuckles sweeping down until it reached his chin. Gently cupping it, Kaiba placed his finger underneath it and tilted Yami's face upwards.
Gazing at the silent man, Yami's eyes widened when a thumb brushed against his lips. Kaiba's expression was soft, his eyes glowing intensely under the artificial lighting. The thumb lingered a little longer on his lips before retreating and pressing into his chin. Holding it firmly between finger and thumb, Kaiba leaned in. Yami's eyes fluttered shut when he felt Kaiba's lips close to his ear.
"Come with me, Osiris," Kaiba whispered invitingly, his voice was sultry and sensuous. The tone held a trace of wistfulness to it. "Only I can equal that intellect of yours, only I can satisfy that insatiable mind. Together, we can be one big, happy family: you, me and Kisara."
Kaiba's words were hot over his flushed skin, Yami turned his face so his lips ghosted near the other's ear and responded with a reply that was audible to only him and Kaiba. "Yes," he breathed out.
Kaiba smirked and pulled back. The hand that held Yami captive retracted slowly, the finger unwilling to relinquish its hold dragged across the pale skin, making Yami's breathing hitch and catch in his throat.
A strangled sound compelled all eyes to turn to the female who was kneeling on the floor with her upper body leaning across the table, her elbows propped on the surface and supporting the body's weight. The phone was extended as far as her arm would allow it and it was targeted at Kaiba and Yami.
Kaiba rolled his eyes and snapped, "Breathe, Himekoji-san! And stop drooling. It's not very becoming."
Himekoji-san shook herself out of her stupor long enough to squeal, "That was so hot!" before stowing her phone away.
Marik, dissatisfied with the result, demanded a rematch. "It's not fair that Kaiba got to be all handsy with Yami-chan. I bet I could best that if given the chance!" Marik flexed his fingers to support his point. It was met with Kaiba's death-glare.
"Need I remind you that we are in a middle of an interview and very pressed for time thanks to our little diversion!" Turning to the interviewer, Kaiba said, "Now, Himekoji-san kindly continue and ensure that there are no more distractions from now on."
Himekoji-san reddened at the subtle rebuke and began fanning herself with the papers nervously. "Yes . . . um . . . well, it was Mutou-sensei's turn to tell us which was his most memorable scene and why?"
Yami had just managed to get that blush to recede when it flared up again. He was very hesitant to answer the question truthfully, but that Obelisk and Kisara scene was his favourite—especially Obelisk's declaration of love. Well, it was time to 'fess up. "The most memorable scene for me was the one where Obelisk offers to protect Kisara always."
"And which scene is that precisely?" Kaiba demanded quietly, his curiosity roused. He leant forward a little to add, "Do you remember any of the lines?"
Yami flinched and looked uncomfortable. "You know, it's the one where Obelisk comforts Kisara after she discovers Ra was planning to ask for her hand in marriage."
Kaiba feigned ignorance and pretended to look puzzled.
"Fine!" Yami huffed. "It's the one scene where Obelisk says, 'I will be here for you . . . I will protect you always so never fear, my sweet love. Trust in me and I will ensure you will never regret it.'" Yami quoted the words in the most flat and monotone voice he could muster. He wasn't going to give Kaiba the satisfaction of hearing him confess like Obelisk.
"Way to kill a confession, Mutou," Kaiba said dryly. Disappointed he couldn't get Yami to say those words in the same heart-wrenching way he did back at the KaibaCorp office, he reclined back into his seat again.
Sensing Kaiba's sour mood, Himekoji-san swiftly moved onto the next and final phase of the interview. "So, now we move onto the questions sent in by our readers. The first question is from Secret Moon Princess and it asks all three sensei: What do you ship? It can be canon or non-canon. I'll start with Kaiba-sensei."
"I have no preference," Kaiba replied with indifference.
Yami was tempted to call Kaiba out on that one. After all, he wouldn't have given him an Obelisk plushie if he weren't hell-bent on shipping Purple. Why not allow Marik have his Orangeshipping fun if he hadn't minded, right? He vied to catch Kaiba's eyes so he could silently call him a liar. When their eyes met, Kaiba smirked at him. Yami pouted and looked away. Lying closet Purpleshipper, he mentally yelled at Kaiba.
The brunet's smirk widened at Yami's sullen look, but said nothing.
"As you all know, it's no surprise that I am an avid Orangeshipper," Marik admitted happily. "But I do support Blueshipping too,"
Everyone except Kaiba looked surprised at the Blueshipping confession.
"You support Blueshipping?" Himekoji-san gasped.
"Naturally! If Obelisk is occupied with Kisara, then Osiris is all Ra's! One needs to ensure that clumsy brute is too distracted with Kisara to court my sweet Tempest, you know."
"Ah, I see," Himekoji-san, conceded. "It makes sense, I suppose. Clever tactics. And how about you, Mutou-san? Any preferences?"
Yami sweat-dropped. It was a delicate situation because if he said the wrong thing he'll suffer terribly in the hands of the two most zealous shippers known to the fandom. It's a case of: Anzu aka Orangeshipper Enthusiast Number One vs Rebecca aka I'll-kill-you-if-you-don't-ship-Purple Fanatic. He was dead either way, it was a matter of which would hurt less. Yami licked his lips before answering.
"You see, I am inclined to like all the pairings because of the exposure, thanks to my friends. I have yet to settle on an OTP, granted that I decide on one to ship, but I do like Blueshipping because the canon pairing is sweet and loving. I am not so keen on Greenshipping. It lacks the same vibe as Blueshipping since, in my opinion, Ra doesn't love Kisara like Obelisk does."
"Oh, care to elaborate on that, Mutou-sensei?" Himekoji-san asked.
"Ra is in love with the idea of being in love," Yami said thoughtfully, "but deep down inside, its about wanting to possess Kisara because of her 'gift' and because he can't stand the idea of Obelisk obtaining someone who is more suited for him. Ra sees Kisara as an object rather than a person and for that I don't particularly care for the pairing."
"How about the slash pairings that fans are warring over?"
"Well, I am not opposed to Purpleshipping or Orangeshipping. I have friends who are crazy about those two pairings and they try to convert me to their cause whenever possible. I think playing Osiris increases their enthusiasm, but I am thankful they don't try to push it too far," Yami turned red suddenly. "I have had Orangeshipping and Purpleshipping fans asking me to say lewd and suggestive things in Osiris' voice. I've refused their requests."
"Give us an Orangeshipping example, Yami-chan."
"No."
"Yami-chan—"
"Marik!" Kaiba barked. "Drop it so we can move on. Next question, Himekoji-san."
"Fine!" Marik grumbled. "But, this isn't the last you'll hear of this, Yami-chan. Mark my words!"
"Right, moving on . . ." Himekoji-san sang through forced joviality. "The next two questions are from CandyassGoth. The first question is directed at Mutou-sensei and it asks why you chose voice acting. Fortunately, we already covered that earlier so we will go on the next question, which is for Marik-sensei and it asks: If you had not become a voice actor, what other career would you have pursued? And what other talents do you have that are overshadowed by your promiscuous behaviour?" Himekoji-san tried to keep a straight face quoting the last part of the question.
Kaiba snorted when the word "talent" and "promiscuous" was mentioned. Everyone in the room knew promiscuousness was a talent synonym with the debauched man. None had flaunted it as much as Marik did. It was interesting to hear what his answer was going to be.
"Now then, it's an interesting question," Marik began. "I know my family would have wanted me to run the family business had I not become a voice actor, or I might have tried my hand in modelling since it would have earned me the same status and benefits as my current occupation."
"Benefits?" the female interviewer asked.
"Yep, fame, fortune and lots of adoring fans. You never know, I could have been the 'face' for the Millennium brand. As for 'other talents' I possess that's not well known . . ." Marik had to pause and think. "I am talented with Photoshop . . . but that's for ecchi stuff, I suppose. I can cook a fantastic three course meal . . . but that's good for impressing and wooing dates . . ." A frown marred Marik's face as he sat back and contemplated deeply. The four other occupants knew the hentai was struggling to come up with something that didn't damn him one way or the other. Then, with a snap of his fingers, Marik yelled, "I've got it! I can give a fantastic massage!"
Everyone in the room gave him look that screamed: Are you for real?
"No seriously! An acquaintance taught me how to get kinks and knots out of a tense body. By creating the right atmosphere with candles and soothing music, and using different aromatic oils, I am able to get even the most wound-up person to relax and melt under my ministrations. I'd offer you my services, Kaiba, but you're not my type. Yami-chan, however, can feel my magic hands any time."
"More like molesting," Yami mumbled. "Besides, even something as innocent as a simple massage sounds lecherous coming from your mouth. Face it, Marik-sensei, any other talent you may possess is used for unsavoury purposes, which supports your promiscuous behaviour and not negate it. So far, you haven't been able to provide us with a talent that says otherwise."
"I stand corrected," Marik acknowledged in defeat, dipping his head in a small bow. "However, with that said, I hope you will, one day, sample some of my talents."
Yami crossed his arms and ignored him.
Himekoji-san took advantage of the respite and pushed on. "The next question is from Jbubbles and it's for Marik-sensei again. My, you are popular today! Our reader wonders why do you have this double personality? You are sweet and renowned as a loving character off stage and yet able to portray such an amazing villain. Doesn't your sweeties worry with this?"
Marik looked contemplative as he pondered over the answer. "I agree that I have two separate lives and with it, two separate personalities. Why, you ask? Just because I am able to play a top-notch villain, doesn't necessarily mean I am a cruel and sadist bad guy in real life. In fact, being a bad guy is a pain in the ass! You don't have friends because people avoid you, all you ever do is dream about world domination and the destruction of mankind, and that's pretty hard work. In my opinion, anything that requires too much effort is not worth doing—especially if it means everyone will hate you in the end. It's hard to get laid with that kinda attitude, if you know what I mean," Marik flashed a toothy grin at Himekoji-san. "Though with that said, I have to admit that some villains are actually pretty cool . . . like Ra, for example."
Marik paused and shrugged. "If I was given a choice to which side to play, I still would have chosen the villainous side. There is something appealing about the playing someone you are not, it's challenging and very rewarding—rewarding because people appreciate it. I have a wonderful fan club devoted to me. Now, that says a lot about how I am perceived as a voice actor and real person."
Another shrug. "Despite my antagonist roles, in real life, I am a simple and an amicable guy. My dreams and desires are simple too. To answer the second part of the question: those who really know me can see I am easily content and nothing like the evildoers I portray. Frankly, it ain't a whole lot of fun going around with a stick up one's ass, right?" Marik looked pointedly at Kaiba.
Kaiba made a mental note to procure the transcript and omit the objectionable comments before it got published. He looked at the interviewer who nodded her head in acknowledgement. It was one of the terms they agreed on to secure this interview.
"I think you've answered that very well," Himekoji-san said. "Now, onto our third question which is from Yami E—"
"Ooh! Another Yami-chan!"
Himekoji-san glared at Marik before resuming, "As I was saying, one question is for Kaiba-sensei and the other, for Mutou-sensei. First of all, Kaiba-sensei, please tell us what you think of Mutou-sensei so far and what is it like working with him since he is relatively new in this? And the second question is: Mutou-sensei, tell us what you think about the story Broken Bonds and which one of the character is your favourite?"
Kaiba answered first. "So far, I think Mutou-sensei is doing very well. He shows enthusiasm in his work and a willingness to learn. He listens to Ota-san's advice and applies it correctly. For someone who has very little experience in anime dubbing, Mutou-san is doing a superb job and his work ethics is good. He is a pleasure to work with. For an amateur, he conducts himself in a professional manner—unlike some actors, I might add." Piercing blue eyes glared meaningfully at the Egyptian.
Marik dismissed it with a shake of his head and laughed.
Seeing that Kaiba was no going to say more, Himekoji-san turned to the smaller male. "Mutou-sensei?" she pressed softly.
Yami looked at the interviewer and her companion for a few seconds before dropping his eyes to the recording machine. A small wrinkle crossed his brow as he attempted to word his answer. "I find the story of Broken Bonds fascinating. The plot is amazing with incredible twists and turns throughout the story. It is filled with action, romance and humour so it's appealing to all ages and both genders, no wonder Broken Bonds is so popular. When I began reading the manga, I was instantly hooked! The characters are well developed and have so much depth in them; I think we can find a little of ourselves in those characters," he smiled. "As for which one is my favourite," Yami rubbed his temple with two fingers, "it is a tough question. I love Kisara, Obelisk and Ra because each character reminds me of a friend, it would be hard to chose between them, right?"
"Who do they remind you of? Do I know them?" Marik asked shamelessly.
Yami gave Marik a sly smile and tapped his nose with his index finger and said evasively, "Now, that would be telling."
Scowling, Marik huffed and looked put out, but he did not pursue it.
The female redhead snickered at Marik's petulant expression. It seems not everyone succumbed to his charms. It was refreshing to see the playboy bristling from the rebuke. No wonder Marik tried so hard to gain the other's attention. Chortling to herself, Himekoji-san decided to move on to the next question. There were two more to go.
"The next question is from Star-Simple-Dust and it goes to Marik-sensei and Mutou-sensei. Marik sensei, would you let go of Kisara and take Osiris instead? And Mutou-sensei, what do you think of Orangeshipping?"
Upon hearing the question, Marik gave a low whistle. "Wow," he said, "is it me or did you intentionally choose all the yaoi-related questions for me to answer, Himekoji-san?"
Himekoji-san giggled and waved her hand dismissively. "It's not my fault the readers are more interested in slash pairings. So, answer the question please."
"Alright, alright . . ." Marik muttered. "No need to get your panties in a twist.
Himekoji-san scrunched up a piece of paper from her folder and threw it at Marik.
"This is certainly a creative way of asking me out on a date! Nobody's done this to me since university!"
Himekoji-san's glare told the hentai to die . . . slowly and painfully!
"Marik!" barked Kaiba. He was fast losing his patience with the constant disruptions. He wanted to hear Yami's views on Orangeshipping.
"Alright!" Marik repeated. "If it were up to me, yes I would let Kisara go and take Osiris instead . . . I mean, come on, Osiris cross-dressing as his sister was HOT! For starters, you couldn't tell she was a he! Damn, he's worth turning gay for. He's intelligent, beautiful, fiery and spirited! Everything Ra could want in a lover and more. I can't wait to get to that part in the anime! Yami-chan's gonna be super-cute in his fem-voice."
Yami shivered in trepidation. There was an ominous feel to those words.
"Which reminds me, answer your question now, Yami-chan. What do you think of Orangeshipping?"
Somewhere in the back of Yami's mind, the question resurfaced. Anzu had asked him the same question right after he'd finished the manga and was returning them to her. He didn't think much of it and he told her so. Unfortunately, it was the wrong answer and so began her crusade on making him "recognise" the awesomeness that is Ra-slash-Osiris. Now, the question came to haunt him again . . . the worse thing was? Kaiba seemed interested if the intense way he was staring at him was anything to go by.
Sighing aloud, he wondered if he could be vague and noncommittal about it, and perhaps, bullshit his way out. "Well," he began, his hands fidgeting nervously, "like I said before, I do think Orangeshipping is plausible, just like the other pairings. In Ra, Osiris finds someone who can rival him mentally and physically. The challenge Ra poses is overwhelming. Not only does he push Osiris to the limit in word play, confrontations and scheming; he's a formidable foe in a face-off. Both their Spirit Guardians are aerial types so they were able to fight one-on-one on in battles. In many ways, they are compatible with each other—more so than any other slash pairing."
"Yes!" Marik hissed, pumping a fist in the air in triumph. Kaiba looked murderous.
"However . . ."
Marik groans aloud and stops his actions mid-way. Hand falling onto his lap, he glowers at his petit colleague.
"Obelisk is like the yin to Osiris' yang. Obelisk is a happy-go-lucky guy; he knows how to handle Osiris through his up-beat and sometimes annoying way. He is the water to Osiris' fire, just like Ra is the oil." Yami steals a peek at Kaiba, and felt relieved when the formidable man was looking a little placated. Idly, he wonders what Anzu's reaction was going to be when she reads his comment. Would she call him a traitor for the "however" comment? He dearly hoped she wasn't going to kill him for it.
"And, for the final question!" Himekoji-san couldn't hide the excitement in her voice. "This one was requested by Shiroi no Yami—"
"Yay, another Yami-chan!" Marik cheered, his good-humour restored.
Himekoji-san looked ready to tear the Egyptian to shreds. "As I was saying, Shiroi no Yami asks all three of you, who, among the cast, is the person you like the most?" There was a fiendish look in her eyes.
"My Yami-chan!" Marik piped up eagerly without missing a heartbeat. "How about you, Yami-chan? Who do you like most? Pick me, pick me, pick me! I'll treat you to as much Taiyaki as you want."
Fuck my life! Yami silently groaned as Marik bumped him in the shoulders. Was it him or did the questions seem more suicidal as time passed? And now Marik's involved taiyaki into the fray . . . it wasn't fair at all!
"The question is impossible to answer without offending others. I like everyone in the cast—"
"Even Noa?"
Yami ignored Marik's interruption. "We are one big family and there isn't anyone I dislike or like above the rest." Except Kaiba, the lusty voice in his head murmured. "But if I had to choose, all I will say is this: I am partial to the person who understands me the most."
Yami congratulated himself for the reply even if it was somewhat cryptic. No one can say he hadn't given an answer—it just meant everyone would have to figure it out. The confused chorus of "huh" from Marik and Himekoji-san informed him they puzzled and he pursed his lips tightly together to let them know he wasn't saying more. Discreetly sliding his eyes across to where Kaiba sat, he saw the other smirking.
Ah, fuck!
He felt his victory regarding his cleverness plummet faster than a balloon with an anchor attached to it, his smugness dissipating too. Like he implied in his answer, Kaiba knew him too well.
Marik opened his mouth to say something, probably to tell Yami to elaborate on his answer, but Himekoji-san cut him off. "And Kaiba-san? Is there someone you like more than the other?"
"I am afraid I will have to disappoint the readers with my answer. It wouldn't do to publicly admit I have preferences, simply because rumours would circulate and lead to over-the-top speculations. It would be bad for those involved."
Yami thought the reply vague but clever. Kaiba wasn't admitting he had a preference, but he wasn't denying it either. He was being a cocktease as usual.
"Now, I believe that was the last question, am I right, Himekoji-san?"
Responding to Kaiba, Himekoji-san reluctantly nodded.
"Good, let's finish up then," Kaiba said, matter-of-factly. "There are a few things I would like to discuss with you concerning the interview and I would be grateful if it could be concluded swiftly."
Again, Himekoji-san nodded. "Yes, of course," she replied. "We need to take a few photographs of the three sensei together then we are done."
Kaiba silently nodded his consent and Himekoji-san motioned for her colleague to take over. On cue and armed with his camera in his hands, Akaboshi Shotaro got up and stood behind the table in front of the three actors.
"Now, if everyone could move a little closer together on the couch," he flapped his hand to mimic his instructions, "and look at the camera."
Yami remained where he was since he was on the edge of his seat for the duration of the interview, whilst Kaiba and Marik, who were lounging snugly against the corner of the couch, shifted forward. Marik threw an arm around Yami's shoulder and pulled him close to his own body. Yami was about to protest when he felt another warm body pressed close to his. The familiar scent wafting into his vicinity indicated how near Kaiba was. The cameraman hummed his approval and Himekoji-san looked ecstatic. With her hands clasped in front of her chest, she was clearly having a fan-girling moment.
"Good, that's good," Akaboshi Shotaro purred. "Now, look at the camera." The device he carried whirred quietly as he took his snapshots.
Trapped in the middle, Yami tried hard not squirm. He hadn't been this close to Kaiba since their 'date' and it was wrecking havoc with his senses. Plus, being sandwiched between two handsome and popular men—whose fan mail alone was enough to crush his puny body a hundred times over—made him a little wary. He didn't like to draw attention. It made him uncomfortable.
"And a few more . . . like so . . . and we are done," Akaboshi Shotaro looked up from his camera and beamed. "Thank you, gentlemen. We're all done now."
Yami jumped up and gave a good stretch, the tension derived from sitting stiffly through the interview made his body ache. Picking up his script and sliding it back into his bag, Yami slung the bag across his shoulder and waited patiently for the farewells and dismissal. When everybody packed away their things, goodbyes were exchanged and Yami was able to go merrily on his way . . . alone. Kaiba needed to talk with Himekoji-san and Marik was detained by Himekoji-san.
Marik looked mournfully at Yami as he bade his farewell to him. It had been a long day and Yami wanted nothing more than to go home, have a nice hot shower and chill with some food in front of his computer. The Broken Bonds fic he was following had been updated and he was looking forward to chilling out with it.
Walking towards the exit, Yami glanced over his shoulder one last time, his eyes instantly locking onto Kaiba's tall form. Capturing the image in his mind, he turned his face to the front again and walked out of the door with a small smile on his face. The room certainly held some pleasant memories for him.
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The next morning, Yami woke up to several messages on his phone. Checking out the list of senders, Yami was surprised to see Anzu, Rebecca, Mai-san and even Yuugi on the list—all, incidentally, providing a link to a video uploading site and telling him to check it out.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he selected the message from Yuugi and opened it.
~Hey Nii-chan, look what I accidentally stumbled on this site? Lol, I can't wait to talk to you about it. If you get the chance, give me a call me tonight. Love, Yuugi~
Curiously, Yami clicked on the link and observed anxiously as it automatically diverted him to the required page and video. The first thing that struck Yami in his near-zombie state was the title of the video.
In big, bold letters was the caption: PURPLESHIPPING OR ORANGESHIPPING? WHO SHOULD OSIRIS CHOOSE?
Scrolling down, he pressed PLAY and was rewarded with the video of Marik and Kaiba trying to woo him as Osiris! Embarrassment flooded through him, lighting his face on fire. "Kill me. Kill me now," he mumbled as he paused the video.
Scrolling down, he noticed it had 249 comments posted in the space of six hours.
Someone had started a pairings war . . .
Not just any pairings war . . . but a Purpleshipping versus Orangeshipping war.
Yami was horrified.
"Oh, bullocks!"
~TBC~
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Author's Notes: Yay, there you have it, the much anticipated interview with our three lovely bishies. I would like to thank the readers who contributed a question towards this chapter. I hope it was answered satisfactory. If I have missed anyone out, please let me know. I'll amend the chapter accordingly.
So, I hope this chapter was tolerable. The amount of dialogue KILLED ME—the behemoth task contributed to the lateness of this chapter. I suck at writing dialogue. It's my weakness! Special thanks to Mom!Secret Princess for prodding me. It's nice to get asked about the next update, the enthusiasm is so invigorating.
The Broken Bond scene was added on a whim. I wanted everyone to know the story behind Osiris' red ribbon and why he treasures it. Yes, it's a fluffy Purpleshipping moment with potential one-sided Orangeshipping if you squint, lol~! There won't be much Broken Bonds moments (with the exception of cross-dressing Osiris if anyone's interested) since I will be concentrating on the characters and the events outside their work from hereon. I did promise to cover The Confession in this chapter, but unfortunately, I couldn't get around to it. The length of this chapter deemed it impossible, but never fear it will happen in the next chapter. I am looking forward to writing it very much. At least, I have parts of it done so the wait will be less . . . I hope.
My thanks to those who've left me reviews on this. It makes me very happy to know that you like this story and tolerate my horrible tardiness. Know that it's your thoughts that keep me motivated, without them progress would have come to a standstill. I thrive on your words so please keep them coming. It's what keeps me inspired and the fic alive. For the love and support, you wonderful readers have shown me, I am truly thankful. Thank you so much~!
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