Atemu the Superstar Chapter 2, a yu-gi-oh fanfic

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Jeshi: Okies @_@ So I didn't do the update like I wanted to. BUT, that was because I found character skins! Yay! ^^; Now I have screenshots of the characters on the sims game running around! In other words..GO SEE MY WEBSITE!! =D

Bakura: _ It was so horribly made-up.

Jeshi: ^^; He only THINKS that. O_o Though now if you go there, people will probably think I have started a huge Seto fetish @_@ *sigh* I hate it when people get the wrong ideas about things I do. =D I only did it because I don't like Noa. (Okay, I can see why he's pissed off and all, but… =P The kid's a…doorbell. Like, he's a harsh little shit that needs to be taught a lesson =P The bad thing: I have ALWAYS wanted to see Seto lose…**I kept missing when he lost to Pegasus @_@ Or so I was told he lost to him**…why? XD 'cause I dun like 'im. ANYWAY, for some reason, he NEVER lost, but now…the ONLY time I've ever wanted him to win, he LOST! O_o The guy likes doing the opposite of what I think/say, doesn't he? )

Bakura: _ SHE DOESN'T OWN YUGIOH (ß LOOK!! I finger-pecked it, but I'm starting to spell it right!! =D………………………………I hope)

Jeshi: *nods* indeed ^^; O-o and I don't own the AWESOME skins on the game either. (Pegasus fans go? I've got a screenshot of him falling asleep on a lawn XD)

Bakura: _ Bribing are we?
Jeshi: Sorry for the very long author note people T_T I swear, this is the last thing I'll say, okies? - The story is STILL dedicated to Kaira-chan! Whether or not she chooses to read it or not now is a different story, but…@_@ *sigh* -_-; I'm such a moron..anyways, time for the story ^^;

Atemu now had an agent! How awesome is that?

…..But now what do they do?!

"Alright! I have what you call an 'agent', my servants should return to me soon, correct?" Atemu asked Alfred as he dusted a vase for the 27th time that morning.

"No, sir. The stars you see on the television and in the papers perform for their audiences and fans," he answered automatically. Atemu raised an eyebrow at him.

"What on earth are you talking about, Alfred?! What more do they want?" he demanded.

"Sir, the stars always sing, act, play music, some are supermodels even," he answered again. Atemu scratched his head and sighed irritably.

"So…I'm supposed to get up and sing for a bunch of people now?" he asked. Alfred nodded.

"Well, really you do not have to sing. You could play music or be a model as well," he said. Atemu sighed again.

"GREAT. I have to work for my peoples' respect. But really, I guess I was already doing that before.." he said to himself. He then walked over to the phone and picked it up.

"I would like to go to the studio town!" he declared into the phone. No one answered. Why was there not anyone answering?!

"HELLO!!" he screamed in the phone. He waited another few seconds, then angrily set the phone back.

"Idiots, don't want to answer your pharaoh, do you? Fine, be like that," he muttered.

"Sir," Alfred then called, "did you happen to remember to dial the number before you attempted to speak to someone on the other line?" Atemu stopped and thought about this. Dial the number? He looked at the phone and noticed all the buttons. He nodded slightly, and then turned to Alfred.

"Uh…what if I said I didn't, but I was SURE I did?" he asked. Alfred smiled, hoping that maybe Atemu was joking, then walked over and dialled the number for him.

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In a matter of minutes, Atemu was walking down the streets of the studio part of the town. He looked around and saw the long and black vehicles with well-dressed people climbing out of them. These people seemed to be liked by everybody around, and were instantly crowded by groups of cheering and screaming people who…just wanted to touch their shoulder! Some wanted hugs; some wanted them to sign little books and papers that they carried around with them. Others of this same situation had walked past him, some completely avoiding him or being sure to give him a push out of the way. He glared as they gave him snide looks and continued walking.

He eventually reached a stage inside a building that had people going up in turn to sing. Some sounded quite good, while others just plainly sounded bad.

'Aha! Now I just get up and sing!' he thought. He got in a line-up and awaited his turn. When it came he slowly approached the stage and climbed on. He grabbed the microphone like he had seen the other people do, and then…he sang.

What did he sing? He really had no idea, and he really did not care anymore because people started yelling at him. They booed and threw things at him and eventually scared him off the stage. Atemu took off out of the large building and out onto the crowded street. Rather than getting the vehicle to drive him home, he walked the long way back.

He opened the door, and the first person to greet him with a smile was Mahado.

"So? How did you do?" he asked, hopeful. Atemu turned away and gazed sternly at the wall.

"Not good. Not good at all. They all hate me," he answered. Mahado's face fell to a frown, and he hugged Atemu.

"Awww, don't worry. You'll get them to like you, I'm sure you will," he said reassuringly. Atemu smiled and nodded.

"Yeah..but honestly, what do I have to do?!" he asked, completely frustrated. They both thought for a minute, when suddenly a large karaoke stage dropped in the middle of the room. It both made them jump, completely startled.

"What the hell?!" they cried.

"Start off basic! SING!" cried a mighty weird voice from above. Mahado and Atemu looked at each other and shook their heads.

"The author," Mahado sighed, "I'm sure it's a sign for you to practice singing first." Atemu nodded in agreement.

"But we both know she's really an idiot," he answered.

And since then, Atemu had started practicing every day for how many days so that he could eventually sing "Bah Bah Black Sheep" in a very melodious tone! And that was WITHOUT once mentioning his death wish to Akeifa. Yeah, go Atemu!

After he was sure that he was ready to go out there and sing his heart away again, he prepared to leave to the studio town again one night. He climbed in the car, gave Mahado a wave and soon they had driven away.

Atemu then marched right up to the stage again and when his time came, he climbed on and grabbed the microphone like he had done previously some days ago. He had managed to practice some type of music, which Alfred called "Dance Mix" and decided to give it a try.

There were not many who came to listen to him, only about two unknown people showed up, just curious enough to listen to him. He hit his notes the best he could (of which he thought he had not done that bad on) and was actually able to finish the song before people could either criticize him or praise him.

When he had finished, he was greatly surprised to see and hear that, though only two people had shown up, they had loved his singing. They stood there and clapped, one of them had cheered. Atemu smiled, and then walked up to meet them. After talking with them for a few minutes, he took off and ran into a man. Atemu noticed that he had people following him around, so he had assumed that this man was a famous person. Atemu smiled and greeted him with a shake of the hand. The man smiled and shook back.

"Hello, there. I am Martin, Martin Somebody," (a/n: Yeah…that was his name!) he had answered.

"Oh…well, um. Hello there, I am Atemu," Atemu answered, trying to sound polite. Martin nodded and then asked, "Out of curiosity, have you seen any of my movies?" Atemu froze. He did not know what to answer with. He never even knew what a movie was. But from the way Martin was looking at him, he was sure that maybe he was hoping that he had. So Atemu nodded excitedly.

"Oh, oh yes! Yes, I have! And um…I'm…your biggest fan!" he answered. Martin chuckled.

"Well, it's always nice to know I have plenty of fans," he replied, "oh man…so which of my movies happen to be your favourite..uh..Atemu?" Again, Atemu froze, trying to think of what to say.

'Why should I care?!' he thought, then grinned.

"Oh..well..um..I…I thought they were ALL marvellous!" Atemu then answered. Martin gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"Hey, that's awesome to hear!" he said, then looked around, "I must say, I have to leave now. I've got to go shoot a pirate movie next. I will see you around then, Atemu." With that, Martin had taken off just as quickly as he had appeared it seemed like. Atemu watched him leave, and then stood there for another few minutes. That had been very strange. But he was happy; some people knew who he was. Not much, but some. Maybe if he kept up they might go tell some of their friends about him?

Atemu sighed as more stars climbed out and into their long fancy cars, and then he turned and walked back home into the night. He did not care about the long walk; he liked to walk.

And this time when he arrived at home, he was able to smile at Mahado and tell him that it was better than before, and that he had even met a star. Mahado had been very happy to hear about it. They were both happy actually; it meant that people would soon enough know who their pharaoh was! The two of them had then headed off to bed, Atemu being ready to head back tomorrow.

Jeshi: Yeah, that was a bit short, but then again… I didn't get very much play-time in there anyway XD But I had skins, I had to play with them, by the time I was done I was EXHAUSTED. @_@

Bakura: -_-; No, she was just very lazy.

Jeshi: @_@ That too. But more of the other one. Now I'm hungry O_o Anyways, please review, and please visit the website XD And if you do, please recommend it to your friends! I want to have lots of fun with it and stuff, and I'm trying to bring fun stuff to it like caption contests and stuff! ^^;