Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Furuba Idol ❯ Behind The Scenes ( Chapter 6 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
Furuba Idol
By, Jamie1317kast
A filler chapter, or in other words, BEHIND THE SCENCES OF FURUBA IDOL!
Diclaimer: Fruits Basket is copyrighted to Natsuki Takaya, not me. I don't own any of the songs either. I don't own American Idol. And I don't own Simon either. I don't own anything, expecialy Justin Cook and John Burgmeier.
AN~ *WARNING* random sillyness will occur.
Rated PG-13 for language.
Behind The Scenes:
Kyo: * banging on the bathroom door* are you done in there yet you damn Rat?!
Yuki: just go away and leave me alone!
Kyo: I don't give a shit! In fact, I don't give a shit that you're a fucking woman or even if you're BLEEDING I just need to GO! Open this fucking door!
Hatori: * sitting at a table eating crumpets and drinking tea* really Kyo, what in the world has you so upset?
Kyo: that fucking Rat won't come out of the fucking bathroom and I need to GO!
Hatori: anger is unbecoming.
Kyo: I don't give a shi- are you eating crumpets?
Hatori: yes.
Kyo: are you British? * suspicious glance*
Hatori: yes.
Shigure: * popping up out of nowhere* oh, Ha-san, how could you keep a secret like that from us? And here I am, all these years, thinking that you were Arabic.
Kyo: don't go drowning in your own sarcasm now. * mutter*
Hatori: you know Shigure, one of these days I'm going to kill you in your sleep.
Yuki: * out of the bathroom* when? Can I watch?
Kyo: dude, Rat, your roots are showing.
Yuki: * has blond roots* …so?
Kyo: okay, well if Hatori's really British, what are you?
Yuki: * embarressed*
Shigure: yeah Yuki, where'd the studio hire you from?
Yuki: * mumble* Cali..
Kyo: California?! What the Hell are you, a surfer?
Yuki: * nod, nod*
Shigure: NO. * look of disbelief* and what about you Kyo? I know your hair is natural.
Kyo: okay, okay, you caught me. I'm IRISH.
All: * snicker*
Kyo: * takes out contacts, he has green eyes. Speaking suddenly with an Irish accent* awe, quit yer laughin' ladie. Geez, is it any wonder why ye don't hav any women?
Shigure: * laughing too hard to anwser*
Ayame: * exiting his dressing room looking like Armstrong from Full Metal Alchemist* oh, what IS so funny? Oh my, would you look at that, Kyonkichi is wearing a ..ha! a KILT!
Kyo: oh yeah, an' whut happen'd to all yer hair ye great ruddy bastard?
Shigure: Aya! Where were you keeping all that muscle?
Ayame: why, under my clothes of course Gure-san. * sparkle, sparkle*
Shigure: of course.
Yuki: I can't believe they contracted us to be brothers, we're nothing alike.
Kyo: oh don't act so stuffy, ye stoopid Americ'n. Go have sex with yer surf board.
Yuki: fine! I will! * stalks off*
Kagura: * showing up out of nowhere* KYO-KUN!!
Kyo: oh, shite! * tries to run but Kagura catches him anyway*
Kagura: * squeezing him* where have you been? I missed you sO MUCH! * shake, shake*
Kyo: oy, woman, lemme go!
Shigure: so, Kagura, where are you from? * Kyo takes advantage of the distraction and wriggles out of Kagura's arms*
Kagura: oh, me? Well, I'm French. I'm from Paris, the City of Love! Full of love for you, my darling Kyo-kun!! * grabs Kyo, squeeze*
Hatori: and what about you, Shigure?
Shigure: oh, helpless ol' me? * innocent look*
Kyo: I dun even wanna know.
Ayame: does anyone know where Akito's from?
Hatori: well-
Akito: * runs through the group wearing a tea cozy on his head and nothing else* MUAHAHAHAHA!!! I'M THE KING OF PEEPS!!
Ayame: ..and how soon we can send him back?
Kyo: I'm scared fer life… * cowering in the corner*
Hatori: * yelling after Akito* put your clothes back on!
Shigure: wait, don't tell me, he's American.
Yuki: * comes back to the group looking slightly green* that was gross..
Hatori: yup. A regular Calvin & Hobbes-liberal-piss on Bin Laden-Red Sox/Patriots fan-nutcase.
Akito: * running in the other direction now, still wearing the tea cozy* HAHAHA!!! I'M A CRAZY MOTHER-FUCKER!!
Ayame: well, that was obvious.
Yuki: excuse me while I go puke somewhere.
Kyo: I'm wit' yeh on that one. * Yuki & Kyo stager off toward the bathroom*
Ayame: where are you from Gure-san?
Shigure: well, I'm a Spaniard. * sexy Inrique Iglesias pose*
Hatori: no you're not.
Shigure: ah, well, you caught me Ha'ri. I'm not a Spaniard, I'm Egyptian! * rips off clothes, he's wearing an Egyptian man-skirt & looks like Yami Yugi from Yu-Gi-Oh*
Hatori: take that gel out of your hair before you poke somebody's eye out. And get out of that man-skirt!
Shigure: fine. * smooths down his hair, puts his regular clothes back on*
Ayame: oh, I need to go change back. It's almost time to go back on, and Ha'ri needs to get Akito..dressed.
Hatori: I'm never accepting a job from this studio again after this is over.
Shigure: oh, but Ha-san, why ever not?
Hatori: because I'm surrounded by idiots, that's why. * everybody wanders off leaving Shigure alone*
* Shigure's cell phone rings, he looks around furtively, picks it up*
Shigure: hello?
Justin Cook: hey John, what's up?
Shigure/John Burgmeier(sp?): oh you know, same old, same old. Where are you? The reception in here is horrible.
Justin: oh, I'm at Otakon.
John: did you get lost on your way there? * snicker*
Justin: you know I'm sick of hearing that joke.
John: right, well I gotta go, it's almost show-time for me.
Justin: 'kay, say hi to my fans for me.
John: right. I will. Bye.
Justin: bye.
John/Shigure: * hangs up his cell phone*
Hatori: * coming out of his dressing room* I'm hosting this round, right?
Shigure: right. Go tell the cameras that we're almost ready.
Hatori: * wanders over to a camera-man* we're almost ready to go back on, we just need a few more votes and hopefuly this chapter will rake in the ones we need. Don't forget that the author still needs to know what happens at the end of American Idol. Oh, and for those who don't know ( and for those of you going to Otakon 2005), Justin Cook will be there. For those of you who don't know who Justin Cook is, he's the director of Fruits Basket and the voice of Hatsuharu. Join us for the final round of Furuba Idol, and don't forget to vote!
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to be continued…