The Man Behind the Curtain
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madimpossibledreamerStill feeling kinda discouraged with this game. So much work put into it. I'm hoping that it pays off so I can stop feeling quite so useless. I'm feeling like the dead weight in the party and I hate that.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Yugioh Paparazzi!Verse
Chapter Summary: The assignment isn't what she expected, but she's still pretty sure it's not any better than she thought.
Word Count: 645
Rating: teen
This doesn’t seem completely shady, Anzu thinks, amused and slightly nervous as she knocks on the alleyway door. It swings in silently to show a tall, intimidating man with blue eyes that dissect her soul. By the looks of things, he’s not at all impressed. And, of course, given his tendency to grandstand at every concert, just as much as the Pharaoh, she knows exactly who this is. Seto Kaiba.
“You’re late,” he notes harshly, turning around and striding off like he expects her to follow without questions.
Actually, that’s probably precisely what he presumes. Still, she should show manners, just in case—“I’m…”
“Miss Mazaki, I know exactly who you are or I wouldn’t have even let you into the building. I take the privacy and security of my employees very seriously.” They reach a table in the corridor, and Kaiba halts. Over there, she knows from her past, are the dressing rooms for the performers. “Now, here’s the contract. I sent a copy over to your little news station, and had your lawyers look over it. You can call them to confirm if you like. In plain words, it says this: you don’t print a word without my or the Pharaoh’s say-so, and if you go back on your word or if your notes end up in someone else’s hands and get published, I’ll sue you for a little more than just breaking your contract.”
Anzu’s scared, but she’s not going to show any weakness in front of this jerk if she can help it. She texts her editor, gets an affirmative reply, and signs, hand carefully not shaking.
He looks it over once and then nods, sweeping into the room. Anzu follows and blinks. That is not what she expected. He’s shorter than I thought. And then she stifles a giggle.
The dignified, confident Pharaoh has whipped cream on his nose as he enthusiastically digs into a slice of pie. He glances up like an adorable deer frozen in the headlights, eyes looking a lot wider than they appear on stage.
“YUGI! You’ve messed up your makeup, and there’s half an hour until show…” Kaiba’s voice trails off, and he facepalms for a moment. “I will tell the makeup artists. You will stay put and not make more of a mess.” And with that, Kaiba’s gone.
“I was hungry!” The Pharaoh yells childishly after, and stuffs the rest in his mouth. He looks like a little squirrel, but eventually finishes and stares at her curiously. “And besides, it was a present from one of our producer people. I always forget the titles, but she works really hard, and she’s the one who deserves the present, but it’d hurt her feelings not to eat it, so…” This is not at all how he is on stage. And I think his voice is higher. He holds out a hand. “Yugi. You’re the writer, right?”
Anzu nods, taking his and shaking it Western-style. It’s softer, more gentle than she expected, especially given the outfit.
Two women sweep in, one looking like she’s almost a grandma and one that’s maybe her niece. The older one clucks at the state of the star, and Yugi blushes, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand. It just smears.
“Sit still, Pharaoh,” the younger one commands, and then they get busy, cleaning the pie off his face and fixing the makeup.
At some point, the star stops slumping. He looks taller now. They back up, and he nods decisively. “Thank you.” There’s the stage voice. It’s an incredible transformation.
She opens her mouth to say something, but the Pharaoh shakes his head. “I have to get going, or I’ll be late for my own show.” He leaves, and Mazaki feels a little snubbed. What was I expecting? It’s all Miho, talking about silly fantasies. She follows behind.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Yugioh Paparazzi!Verse
Chapter Summary: The assignment isn't what she expected, but she's still pretty sure it's not any better than she thought.
Word Count: 645
Rating: teen
This doesn’t seem completely shady, Anzu thinks, amused and slightly nervous as she knocks on the alleyway door. It swings in silently to show a tall, intimidating man with blue eyes that dissect her soul. By the looks of things, he’s not at all impressed. And, of course, given his tendency to grandstand at every concert, just as much as the Pharaoh, she knows exactly who this is. Seto Kaiba.
“You’re late,” he notes harshly, turning around and striding off like he expects her to follow without questions.
Actually, that’s probably precisely what he presumes. Still, she should show manners, just in case—“I’m…”
“Miss Mazaki, I know exactly who you are or I wouldn’t have even let you into the building. I take the privacy and security of my employees very seriously.” They reach a table in the corridor, and Kaiba halts. Over there, she knows from her past, are the dressing rooms for the performers. “Now, here’s the contract. I sent a copy over to your little news station, and had your lawyers look over it. You can call them to confirm if you like. In plain words, it says this: you don’t print a word without my or the Pharaoh’s say-so, and if you go back on your word or if your notes end up in someone else’s hands and get published, I’ll sue you for a little more than just breaking your contract.”
Anzu’s scared, but she’s not going to show any weakness in front of this jerk if she can help it. She texts her editor, gets an affirmative reply, and signs, hand carefully not shaking.
He looks it over once and then nods, sweeping into the room. Anzu follows and blinks. That is not what she expected. He’s shorter than I thought. And then she stifles a giggle.
The dignified, confident Pharaoh has whipped cream on his nose as he enthusiastically digs into a slice of pie. He glances up like an adorable deer frozen in the headlights, eyes looking a lot wider than they appear on stage.
“YUGI! You’ve messed up your makeup, and there’s half an hour until show…” Kaiba’s voice trails off, and he facepalms for a moment. “I will tell the makeup artists. You will stay put and not make more of a mess.” And with that, Kaiba’s gone.
“I was hungry!” The Pharaoh yells childishly after, and stuffs the rest in his mouth. He looks like a little squirrel, but eventually finishes and stares at her curiously. “And besides, it was a present from one of our producer people. I always forget the titles, but she works really hard, and she’s the one who deserves the present, but it’d hurt her feelings not to eat it, so…” This is not at all how he is on stage. And I think his voice is higher. He holds out a hand. “Yugi. You’re the writer, right?”
Anzu nods, taking his and shaking it Western-style. It’s softer, more gentle than she expected, especially given the outfit.
Two women sweep in, one looking like she’s almost a grandma and one that’s maybe her niece. The older one clucks at the state of the star, and Yugi blushes, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand. It just smears.
“Sit still, Pharaoh,” the younger one commands, and then they get busy, cleaning the pie off his face and fixing the makeup.
At some point, the star stops slumping. He looks taller now. They back up, and he nods decisively. “Thank you.” There’s the stage voice. It’s an incredible transformation.
She opens her mouth to say something, but the Pharaoh shakes his head. “I have to get going, or I’ll be late for my own show.” He leaves, and Mazaki feels a little snubbed. What was I expecting? It’s all Miho, talking about silly fantasies. She follows behind.
