---Ok, so this is the third time I've brought back Random Events. I promise I won't delete it this time.
I keep forgetting how much I love this story.
Some notes: Italic typing is singing, Bold typing is the Authoress talking.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, or any of the songs in this fic.
By: Laria Kaiba
What is this a Musical?
Yugi Motou sat under a tree at the park. His yami had climbed the tree and was now going to test his balance by standing on one of the branches. Of course, the former-pharaohs balance was not as good as it used to be, whether it was good back in Ancient Egypt or not. Therefore, this little incident resulted in him falling out of the tree and to the ground. Yugi looked over at Atemu.
"Are you ok?" asked Yugi, but Atemu did not reply, he just stood up and started singing.
"Give my regards to Broadway! Remember me in Old Time Square!"
"What is this? A musical!" Yugi asked shocked, then listened to the words his yami was singing. "I don't think you're singing that right."
"Neither do I." Atemu stopped singing and sat down next to his lighter half.
"I think falling out of that tree knocked out what sanity you had left."
"Sometimes I worry about you, yami." Yugi sighed.
"So what do you want to do now?" asked Atemu.
"I don't know."
So the two sat and contemplated.
"Contemplated?" asked Atemu glancing up at the Authoress. "Do you even know what that means?"
"No, I think the question is, does she even know how to spell it," commented Yugi.
Fine, I won't use 'contemplated'. They sat trying to think of something to do, when Yani ran by followed by Laria.
"Yani!" Laria screamed. "Bring back my ice cream!"
Laria ran after her dark side, but then she spotted Yugi and Atemu and stopped.
"Hey, short stuff."
"Hello," Yugi said bitterly glaring up at Laria.
"I thought you weren't going to be in this story," said Atemu.
"I'm not, I'm just going to be up there writing." Laria pointed toward the sky.
"Then why are you here?"
"I wanted my ice cream, Yani took it." Laria whined, "I'll get back to the story later."
"This is the story!"
"But if I'm here, who's writing the story!" Laria exclaimed.
Yugi and Atemu shrugged. HA! You will never get me!
"Want to bet!" Laria growled to who ever had taken over the story and ran off.
"That was weird."
Just then, Malik and his yami walked past. Malik was singing this time.
"Red, red, Wine, stay close to me, don't let me be alone!"
"Why do you have to torment me like this?" muttered Marik.
"What? I like that song," Malik pouted.
"Well I don't care. Stop singing!"
"Red, red, wine!" Malik sang loudly, "Stay close to me! DON'T LET ME BE ALONE!"
At the tree Yugi and Atemu looked at each other then got up and walked over to the
"Hey, what's all the yelling about?" asked Atemu.
"My Omote is trying to annoy me to death," sighed Marik, while Malik grinned
"But you can't die, Ishtar," Atemu said, "You should know that."
"I do know that you insolent Pharaoh!" growled Marik.
"You shouldn't talk me to like that," Atemu said pompously, "I'm royal."
"Yeah a royal pain in my—"
"Alright, that's enough," Malik interrupted.
"No kidding," added Yugi, "Can't you two get along for five minutes."
"Anyways, why would I listen to you runt?" asked Marik.
"Don't call my Aibou a runt!" glared Atemu.
"Because I'm pharaoh and you should listen to me."
"Correction," smirked Marik, "You WERE pharaoh. You're nothing but a washed-up-has-been now."
"I'll give you washed-up-has-been!"
Meanwhile, at the same time the yamis were fighting.
"So..." Malik said to Yugi, "Want to go to the mall?"
Yugi and Malik went to the mall, followed by Marik and Atemu, who were still arguing. However, when they got there they were met with one of Laria's Authoress powers, the power of song and dance...
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Sang the shoppers of the mall. "There's nothing half way about the Iowa way to treat you, when we treat, which we my not do at all. There's an Iowa kind of special chip-on-the-should attitude we've never been with out that we recall. We can be cold as a falling thermometer in December if you ask about our weather in July. And we're so bay god stubborn we can stand touching noises for a week at a time and never see eye to eye. But what the heck your welcome, join us at the picnic, you can have the fill of all the food you bring your self. You really ought to give Iowa a try!"
The four stood in shock and awe as the people of the mall went back to their shopping as soon as the song was over, as if nothing happened.
"She's lost it," Marik muttered looking up to the Authoress.
"No, she's just been watching The Music Man again," said Ryou.
"That explains the 'Iowa Stubborn'," said Yugi.
"Wait!" Malik blinked at Ryou and Bakura, "When'd you get here?"
"During the song," shrugged Ryou.
"I was going to scare Pharaoh but the song didn't last long enough." Bakura pouted.
"Long enough!" exclaimed Marik, "It was too long if you ask me."
"Well no one asked you!"
"We can be cold as a—"
"Cut it out!" yelled Bakura, smacking Atemu, who had been singing.
"I can't help it," whined Atemu, rubbing his cheek, "It's catchy."
"Well stop or the runt gets it," Marik said before he realized that Yugi was not there. "Where'd he go?"
Little did the yamis know their lighter halves had left them at the mall.
"They left us here!" exclaimed Bakura, "At the mall!"
"Well there's a good side to this," grinned Atemu.
"And that would be?" asked Marik.
"Did you ever think for a second in that peanut sized brain of yours, the little fact that WE HAVE NO MONEY!"
Atemu paused for a moment
Marik and Bakura rolled their eyes.
"What!" asked Atemu, "Can't we use the Rod?"
"Do you see the Rod on me?"
"...No." Atemu said after another pause.
"Now what baka Pharaoh?"
"We go home."
"Oh, now why didn't we think of that?" Marik asked Bakura sarcastically.
"Cause Atemu's stupidity is contagious," smirked Bakura.
Atemu glared at them as they laughed. Then he decided that this was the prefect time to run and that is what he did. Atemu left the other yamis behind. Said yamis stopped laughing, looked at each other and took off after the pharaoh.
---Screw the rules! I have green hair!---