Chapter 01: And So The Insanity Begins . . .
Me: Hallo, I'm obviously your authoress for the night, and I'd like to welcome you to my fic! Anyhoo, this is my first attempt at humor (not like every-line-makes-you-want-to-crack-up humor, but rather there are more funny and lighthearted scenes than not-so-lighthearted ones).
Yami (any of them): Kuso! Run!
Mina-san: *sprints off*
Me: Mateooooooooo! *runz after them and catches up after twenty minutes* Ha! That's where developing your cross-country skills will get you!
Yami Bakura: Sure, it allows you to run away from your enemies, how useful when you can blast them to never-never land in the first fifteen seconds of the "issue"?
Yuugi: Now now, Bakura-kun, not all of us have or want that ability.
Me: Yeah, well, getting back to something with a point (wait, this is a humor fic . . . there's a point???), as I have a tendency to be the last person to hop on the bandwagon, I'll finally add a disclaimer to my fan fiction. Show of hands, who wants to do it?
Mina-san: *runz off again*
Me: You losers. *looks down* Hey! Malik-kuuuuuun! Forget something? *holds up Sennen Rod*
Malik: Okuso . . .
Me: Now, if I remember correctly, you wave the little wand thingie like a magical girl, and poof! Everyone is under your mind control!
Yami Malik: Baka. It won't work on all of us at once, especially since we've got the other items to counter it . . . waaaaah?!
Yami Yuugi: *covering his hikari's eyes* Ack! At least wear some shorts if you're going to dance like that!
Malik: Waaaaah! Mou hitori no boku, you said you'd only do that dance for me!
Yami Malik: How the . . . what the . . . you are so dead!
Me: *insert evil laugh here* YES! I am the all-powerful authoress! I can modify the objects/inhabitants of this story (meaning you) in any way that I wish! Now let's have a show of hands as to who'd like to do the disclaimer! Or do I have to make you mud-wrestle for the position?
Otogi: *ahem* The almighty authoress has power only over the fic. She obviously has no control or ownership over the Yu-Gi-Oh! manga or TV show (only the illustrious Kazuki Takahashi can claim this) . . . if she did, it would be shounen-ai (like this story) and any dubber who even changed one of the hairs on my beautiful head would be dragged off to Siberia by her flunkies. It would also probably not be appropriate for American daytime TV to being with . . .
Ryou: Otogi-kun! When did you get here?
Yami Bakura: Try why and how did you get here? You're not in this fic!
Me: Eh, figured he deserved a moment to shine. He's had that moment, so, ja!
*Otogi disappears in a poof of smoke*
Me: well, sit back, and enjoy (hopefully) one of those fics that you know wasn't written by KidsWB's targeted audience. ^^
Kaiba: Oh, and one more warning: the supreme authoress may totally (ok, maybe not totally) and relatively randomly demolish a lot of character relationships to fit her humor purposes. Just so you don't freak. Isn't that right, Jou old buddy?
Jounouchi: *barks happily*!
Me: although the fic takes a while to get to the humorous parts (gomen!), I promise it will be good by the party scene. So stick with it, k?
Anzu: Also, knowing some Japanese might not kill you when you read this, but for those of you who apparently do not fulfill the suggested daily dose of subtitled anime, the authoress will try to include at the bottom all the Japanese she used (but since she's incorporated much of it into everyday language, she might forget a few . . . that's something her English and Spanish teachers in particular really appreciate . . . ^^)
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The gang (Yuugi, Jounouchi, Honda, Anzu, Ryou, Malik, and the Yamis) all huddled under eave at the entrance of their school so as to avoid getting drenched with rain while waiting for the clouds to part so they could walk home.
"Great day for someone to steal our umbrellas" Jounouchi grumbled.
"But isn't it weird that all of us, and yet no one else in the school, had their umbrellas stolen on the same day?" Ryou pondered. Anzu glanced over at Yami Bakura and Yami Malik who were smiling a bit too innocently.
"Yes, suspicious isn't it?" She muttered, strutting over to where they stood. She stared up at the two with large, inquiring eyes and a wide smile. The two boys tried to stare back but cracked up after only a few seconds. "OKAY!" Anzu shouted, "FESS UP!" This only led them to laugh harder.
"You look like a disgruntled Kuribo when you're mad! Especially with that poofy hair of yours." Yami Bakura snickered. Anzu covered her head instinctively.
"It's just frizzy because it got humid really fast today," she mumbled.
"So what were you guys using our stuff for today?" Jounouchi inquired bitterly.
"Hey!" Yami Malik spat back, "it's not our fault they made them to look like tops! They actually worked pretty well until mister impatient here decided they would spin faster in the shadow realm!"
"You know as well as I do laws of physics don't apply in there!" Yami Bakura shouted back. "And it worked fine until you dispersed it! Now our umbrellas are forever lost in the abyss of insanity!"
"I only dispersed it because Kinomoto-sensei threatened to expel us if he ever found us "smoking" again!" Yami Malik slid over to his hikari and wrapped his arms around his chest. "And I have to be here to protect my little helpless Malik."
"Helpless my-" Honda muttered, probably too loudly. Before Yami Malik could slice him into a million pieces, a limousine rolled by and Kaiba stuck his head out one of its windows.
"Hey, guys, listen. My head cook, thinking it was a month from now, ordered food for fifty people and now I'm stuck with all of it. I was thinking I could draft you guys into-"
"PARTY AT KAIBA'S!!!" Yami Bakura yelled gleefully, but not without his typical mischievous glint. Immediately, everyone started yapping about how cool it would be to finally have a fiesta in Kaiba's mansion and how it was "about time."
"No! I want you guys to help me take it all to the local soup kitchen! Damn corporate bastards keep accusing me of not 'sharing the wealth,'" Kaiba corrected, but in their excitement, no one heard him. He sighed and collapsed into the leather seat of his limo. "Oh I give up."
"Hey Kaiba, when's the bash starting?" Jounouchi asked.
"Better make it after six, so we have time to change" Anzu added hastily, "I have to get out of my school uniform; I feel so uncomfortable in it!"
"Skirt too short?" Yami Yuugi asked. Anzu glanced back at him with a look of genuine confusion.
"No, too long. Duh."
"Fine, seven, whatever. Not like I ever seem to have any say in this-"
"Oi, Kaiba!" Yami Bakura again cut Kaiba off. "Will there be any fruit juice? The kind Pegsy likes?"
"NO! I will not put up with you hooligans under the influence of alcoholic beverages! And nobody bring any either," he added sternly. However, Yami Bakura and Malik were already comparing notes on drink mixing. Kaiba rolled up the limo window and snapped at his driver "Get me the hell outta here." He picked up the phone installed in the armrest and punched the buttons in frustration. "Yeah, Mokuba? Tell the staff to get the ballroom and hallway leading to it completely cleared immediately. I don't want a single item remaining that could be destroyed by a stray ball of dark energy. Yeah, _they're_ coming over. Yes I know it's not a good idea, Mokuba. Oh, and tell the cook he's fired."
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Back at Yuugi's house, he was pondering which of his various outfits he should wear.
"I really can't decide!" he whined. "I want to wear this top, but I want to wear these pants, and they clash! Since when does blue-tinted leather go with red-tinted leather?"
His yami walked over to his closet (the two insisted on sharing a room despite the empty guest bedroom next to Yuugi's) and pulled down a white box.
"Here Yuugi. I found these at the store and although they didn't fit myself, I figured you'd fit into them well." He opened the box holding up a new pair of (surprise) leather pants with (surprise) buckles. He strode over to where Yuugi stood in front of the mirror and wrapped his arms around him, holding the pants up to his waist. He lowered his face so that their cheeks touched as he gazed at Yuugi's reflection. "They'll look fantastic on you," he whispered in his hikari's ear. Yuugi's face lit up at the compliment.
"You think so? Arigatou, mou hitori no boku!" He thanked his yami with a smile and dashed off to the bathroom to change. Yami hit his head against the mirror in frustration.
"Seriously, I realize Yuugi's innocent and all, but how can he possibly not pick up on any of the hints I throw him? Does he think that having another guy hang all over you every waking (heck, sleeping too for that matter) moment is normal or something? Jeez . . ."
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While everyone else was having fun picking out clothes, Kaiba was frantically running around the house, checking and double-checking all the locks on every door in his house, installing some if need be.
"Nii-sama," Mokuba said to his brother as he dashed by, "I realize you're not one of the most trusting people in the world, but isn't checking each lock nine times a bit obsessive-compulsive?"
"Of course not, Mokuba," he replied as he bent down and started picking at one of the locks. "And with this bunch, you really can't be too careful. Besides, this is only the third time I've tried picking this lock, and I'm sure that white-haired one, you know, the ex-tomb raider, could break open a lock in his sleep."
"But I thought you didn't believe in that pre-destination stuff!"
"No time to be skeptical, perhaps after everyone's left, ok Mokuba?" His younger brother sighed and sauntered off towards the ballroom.
"Maybe nii-sama reacts a bit stronger to sugar than I thought," Mokuba pondered as he glanced back at his brother, recalling the fifteen packets of sugar he had dumped into his brother's juice as a joke when he got home. Of course, he had been too focused on all the time he was going to lose thanks to the hullabaloo that he had gulped it all down without noticing. Mokuba stared at the empty room. Anything even remotely resembling a chair or table had been evacuated, leaving behind only faint shadows on the hardwood floor where they had stood. The cabinets containing china and porcelain figures had also been moved to the furthest corner of the mansion. All that remained were a few hooks on the wall, indicating that paintings had previously hung there and several long, cheap plastic fold- tables that the food had been placed upon. Mokuba frowned at the gloominess of the room. "There's no way nii-sama can be expected to throw a party here; it would embarrass the entire Kaiba line!" He thought for a moment, and then out of inspiration dashed downstairs into the large basement that was used for storage.
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At 6:45, Kaiba finally completed his inspection of the house, still not satisfied with the security system but even he could see that his efforts were probably futile anyway (plus the sugar rush was wearing off). He entered the ballroom with a pile of plastic plates and cups but dropped them in astonishment.
"MOKUBA!" he yelled. His brother appeared from behind him with a proud smile on his face.
"I spruced it up a bit, nii-sama; it was just too boring and embarrassing to show our friends," he explained. Kaiba was less than pleased.
"Mokuba," he hissed in a voice that threatened to crack at any moment, "what gave you the idea that I would allow you to turn our house into the site of a rave?" Mokuba guessed by his brother's eye twitch that he wasn't exactly happy. He glanced over his work and realized he wasn't exactly exaggerating either. Using various technology he had collected over time (this kid's as rich as his brother, after all), he had assembled together a stupendous light show composed of hidden strobe lights, disco balls lining the walls, and other pretty, flashing devices. He had installed a full stereo system and disc jockey station at the far end of the room with surround sound speakers placed in the other three corners. The room looked like it had been air-lifted from a club in Tokyo. Kaiba wasn't sure exactly where his brother had seen such a scene before, but after the initial shock he had to admit it was pretty impressive.
"So, you did this all yourself? There are some pretty sophisticated devices in this room; I'm surprised you were able to set them all up."
"Yup! I guess my gift with gadgets is genetic," he replied, smiling up at his brother. Kaiba began to smile back, but sobered up when the doorbell rang.
"Chikushou . . . they're early! What ever happened to being fashionably late?" He dashed down the hallway to answer the door (he had let his servants go home early in anticipation that things would get ugly); whoever was on the other end was rudely ringing it every three seconds. Mokuba followed him.
"Can I please be in charge of the music? Please? I know how to operate it really well." Kaiba hesitated for a moment before sighing in defeat.
"Considering how many other allowances I've had to make in the past five hours, sure, why not?" he replied with an unusual hint of sarcasm.
"Nii-sama,"
"What, now Mokuba?" he snapped more harshly than he had intended.
"I, um, just though I could answer the door for now so you could get ready. You're still in your school uniform after all." Kaiba slid to a stop and looked down at himself, realizing his brother was right. He muttered a response, turned, and climbed the stairs (finding to his dismay four locks that he had to open before he could continue onto the second floor).
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Me: Well, that was fun, wasn't it?
Yami Bakura: No, Kaiba got a larger role than I did!
Me: Quit whining. *waves the Sennen rod and YB suddenly goes all chibi and grows bunny ears* Kawaii! ^^ I saw this really cute picture yesterday of a chibi Bakura-kun with bunny ears that moved! I was ecstatic to say the least. Let's make a chibi Ryou to match! *waves rod*
Malik: hey, that thing's not a magical wand like those wanna-be magicians use! It's a sophisticated device from ancient Egypt that really needs to be treated with respect!
Me: Lo-que-sea
Chibi Ryou: The authoress really appreciates reviews, suggestions, corrections, etc. She writes and updates more when she thinks people are actually reading the story.
Me: Too true. Well, ja ne!
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Here are some Japanese translations (even though there is probably no need . . . owell, adds to the word count, ne? ^^)
Kuso ~ Shit, damn, etc. It's a relatively moderate swear; you get the picture. Chikushou ~ Damn, basically another swear Arigatou ~ Thank you Arigatou Gozaimasu ~ Thank you, but in a more respectful way Mou Hitori no Boku ~ My other self; this is something that Yuugi calls his yami Yami ~ Dark, or in this case, someone's "dark" side (Yami Yuugi, etc.) Hikari ~ Light, or in this case, the "original" person (Yuugi, Ryou, etc.) Nii-sama ~ Older brother.
Me: Hallo, I'm obviously your authoress for the night, and I'd like to welcome you to my fic! Anyhoo, this is my first attempt at humor (not like every-line-makes-you-want-to-crack-up humor, but rather there are more funny and lighthearted scenes than not-so-lighthearted ones).
Yami (any of them): Kuso! Run!
Mina-san: *sprints off*
Me: Mateooooooooo! *runz after them and catches up after twenty minutes* Ha! That's where developing your cross-country skills will get you!
Yami Bakura: Sure, it allows you to run away from your enemies, how useful when you can blast them to never-never land in the first fifteen seconds of the "issue"?
Yuugi: Now now, Bakura-kun, not all of us have or want that ability.
Me: Yeah, well, getting back to something with a point (wait, this is a humor fic . . . there's a point???), as I have a tendency to be the last person to hop on the bandwagon, I'll finally add a disclaimer to my fan fiction. Show of hands, who wants to do it?
Mina-san: *runz off again*
Me: You losers. *looks down* Hey! Malik-kuuuuuun! Forget something? *holds up Sennen Rod*
Malik: Okuso . . .
Me: Now, if I remember correctly, you wave the little wand thingie like a magical girl, and poof! Everyone is under your mind control!
Yami Malik: Baka. It won't work on all of us at once, especially since we've got the other items to counter it . . . waaaaah?!
Yami Yuugi: *covering his hikari's eyes* Ack! At least wear some shorts if you're going to dance like that!
Malik: Waaaaah! Mou hitori no boku, you said you'd only do that dance for me!
Yami Malik: How the . . . what the . . . you are so dead!
Me: *insert evil laugh here* YES! I am the all-powerful authoress! I can modify the objects/inhabitants of this story (meaning you) in any way that I wish! Now let's have a show of hands as to who'd like to do the disclaimer! Or do I have to make you mud-wrestle for the position?
Otogi: *ahem* The almighty authoress has power only over the fic. She obviously has no control or ownership over the Yu-Gi-Oh! manga or TV show (only the illustrious Kazuki Takahashi can claim this) . . . if she did, it would be shounen-ai (like this story) and any dubber who even changed one of the hairs on my beautiful head would be dragged off to Siberia by her flunkies. It would also probably not be appropriate for American daytime TV to being with . . .
Ryou: Otogi-kun! When did you get here?
Yami Bakura: Try why and how did you get here? You're not in this fic!
Me: Eh, figured he deserved a moment to shine. He's had that moment, so, ja!
*Otogi disappears in a poof of smoke*
Me: well, sit back, and enjoy (hopefully) one of those fics that you know wasn't written by KidsWB's targeted audience. ^^
Kaiba: Oh, and one more warning: the supreme authoress may totally (ok, maybe not totally) and relatively randomly demolish a lot of character relationships to fit her humor purposes. Just so you don't freak. Isn't that right, Jou old buddy?
Jounouchi: *barks happily*!
Me: although the fic takes a while to get to the humorous parts (gomen!), I promise it will be good by the party scene. So stick with it, k?
Anzu: Also, knowing some Japanese might not kill you when you read this, but for those of you who apparently do not fulfill the suggested daily dose of subtitled anime, the authoress will try to include at the bottom all the Japanese she used (but since she's incorporated much of it into everyday language, she might forget a few . . . that's something her English and Spanish teachers in particular really appreciate . . . ^^)
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The gang (Yuugi, Jounouchi, Honda, Anzu, Ryou, Malik, and the Yamis) all huddled under eave at the entrance of their school so as to avoid getting drenched with rain while waiting for the clouds to part so they could walk home.
"Great day for someone to steal our umbrellas" Jounouchi grumbled.
"But isn't it weird that all of us, and yet no one else in the school, had their umbrellas stolen on the same day?" Ryou pondered. Anzu glanced over at Yami Bakura and Yami Malik who were smiling a bit too innocently.
"Yes, suspicious isn't it?" She muttered, strutting over to where they stood. She stared up at the two with large, inquiring eyes and a wide smile. The two boys tried to stare back but cracked up after only a few seconds. "OKAY!" Anzu shouted, "FESS UP!" This only led them to laugh harder.
"You look like a disgruntled Kuribo when you're mad! Especially with that poofy hair of yours." Yami Bakura snickered. Anzu covered her head instinctively.
"It's just frizzy because it got humid really fast today," she mumbled.
"So what were you guys using our stuff for today?" Jounouchi inquired bitterly.
"Hey!" Yami Malik spat back, "it's not our fault they made them to look like tops! They actually worked pretty well until mister impatient here decided they would spin faster in the shadow realm!"
"You know as well as I do laws of physics don't apply in there!" Yami Bakura shouted back. "And it worked fine until you dispersed it! Now our umbrellas are forever lost in the abyss of insanity!"
"I only dispersed it because Kinomoto-sensei threatened to expel us if he ever found us "smoking" again!" Yami Malik slid over to his hikari and wrapped his arms around his chest. "And I have to be here to protect my little helpless Malik."
"Helpless my-" Honda muttered, probably too loudly. Before Yami Malik could slice him into a million pieces, a limousine rolled by and Kaiba stuck his head out one of its windows.
"Hey, guys, listen. My head cook, thinking it was a month from now, ordered food for fifty people and now I'm stuck with all of it. I was thinking I could draft you guys into-"
"PARTY AT KAIBA'S!!!" Yami Bakura yelled gleefully, but not without his typical mischievous glint. Immediately, everyone started yapping about how cool it would be to finally have a fiesta in Kaiba's mansion and how it was "about time."
"No! I want you guys to help me take it all to the local soup kitchen! Damn corporate bastards keep accusing me of not 'sharing the wealth,'" Kaiba corrected, but in their excitement, no one heard him. He sighed and collapsed into the leather seat of his limo. "Oh I give up."
"Hey Kaiba, when's the bash starting?" Jounouchi asked.
"Better make it after six, so we have time to change" Anzu added hastily, "I have to get out of my school uniform; I feel so uncomfortable in it!"
"Skirt too short?" Yami Yuugi asked. Anzu glanced back at him with a look of genuine confusion.
"No, too long. Duh."
"Fine, seven, whatever. Not like I ever seem to have any say in this-"
"Oi, Kaiba!" Yami Bakura again cut Kaiba off. "Will there be any fruit juice? The kind Pegsy likes?"
"NO! I will not put up with you hooligans under the influence of alcoholic beverages! And nobody bring any either," he added sternly. However, Yami Bakura and Malik were already comparing notes on drink mixing. Kaiba rolled up the limo window and snapped at his driver "Get me the hell outta here." He picked up the phone installed in the armrest and punched the buttons in frustration. "Yeah, Mokuba? Tell the staff to get the ballroom and hallway leading to it completely cleared immediately. I don't want a single item remaining that could be destroyed by a stray ball of dark energy. Yeah, _they're_ coming over. Yes I know it's not a good idea, Mokuba. Oh, and tell the cook he's fired."
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Back at Yuugi's house, he was pondering which of his various outfits he should wear.
"I really can't decide!" he whined. "I want to wear this top, but I want to wear these pants, and they clash! Since when does blue-tinted leather go with red-tinted leather?"
His yami walked over to his closet (the two insisted on sharing a room despite the empty guest bedroom next to Yuugi's) and pulled down a white box.
"Here Yuugi. I found these at the store and although they didn't fit myself, I figured you'd fit into them well." He opened the box holding up a new pair of (surprise) leather pants with (surprise) buckles. He strode over to where Yuugi stood in front of the mirror and wrapped his arms around him, holding the pants up to his waist. He lowered his face so that their cheeks touched as he gazed at Yuugi's reflection. "They'll look fantastic on you," he whispered in his hikari's ear. Yuugi's face lit up at the compliment.
"You think so? Arigatou, mou hitori no boku!" He thanked his yami with a smile and dashed off to the bathroom to change. Yami hit his head against the mirror in frustration.
"Seriously, I realize Yuugi's innocent and all, but how can he possibly not pick up on any of the hints I throw him? Does he think that having another guy hang all over you every waking (heck, sleeping too for that matter) moment is normal or something? Jeez . . ."
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While everyone else was having fun picking out clothes, Kaiba was frantically running around the house, checking and double-checking all the locks on every door in his house, installing some if need be.
"Nii-sama," Mokuba said to his brother as he dashed by, "I realize you're not one of the most trusting people in the world, but isn't checking each lock nine times a bit obsessive-compulsive?"
"Of course not, Mokuba," he replied as he bent down and started picking at one of the locks. "And with this bunch, you really can't be too careful. Besides, this is only the third time I've tried picking this lock, and I'm sure that white-haired one, you know, the ex-tomb raider, could break open a lock in his sleep."
"But I thought you didn't believe in that pre-destination stuff!"
"No time to be skeptical, perhaps after everyone's left, ok Mokuba?" His younger brother sighed and sauntered off towards the ballroom.
"Maybe nii-sama reacts a bit stronger to sugar than I thought," Mokuba pondered as he glanced back at his brother, recalling the fifteen packets of sugar he had dumped into his brother's juice as a joke when he got home. Of course, he had been too focused on all the time he was going to lose thanks to the hullabaloo that he had gulped it all down without noticing. Mokuba stared at the empty room. Anything even remotely resembling a chair or table had been evacuated, leaving behind only faint shadows on the hardwood floor where they had stood. The cabinets containing china and porcelain figures had also been moved to the furthest corner of the mansion. All that remained were a few hooks on the wall, indicating that paintings had previously hung there and several long, cheap plastic fold- tables that the food had been placed upon. Mokuba frowned at the gloominess of the room. "There's no way nii-sama can be expected to throw a party here; it would embarrass the entire Kaiba line!" He thought for a moment, and then out of inspiration dashed downstairs into the large basement that was used for storage.
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At 6:45, Kaiba finally completed his inspection of the house, still not satisfied with the security system but even he could see that his efforts were probably futile anyway (plus the sugar rush was wearing off). He entered the ballroom with a pile of plastic plates and cups but dropped them in astonishment.
"MOKUBA!" he yelled. His brother appeared from behind him with a proud smile on his face.
"I spruced it up a bit, nii-sama; it was just too boring and embarrassing to show our friends," he explained. Kaiba was less than pleased.
"Mokuba," he hissed in a voice that threatened to crack at any moment, "what gave you the idea that I would allow you to turn our house into the site of a rave?" Mokuba guessed by his brother's eye twitch that he wasn't exactly happy. He glanced over his work and realized he wasn't exactly exaggerating either. Using various technology he had collected over time (this kid's as rich as his brother, after all), he had assembled together a stupendous light show composed of hidden strobe lights, disco balls lining the walls, and other pretty, flashing devices. He had installed a full stereo system and disc jockey station at the far end of the room with surround sound speakers placed in the other three corners. The room looked like it had been air-lifted from a club in Tokyo. Kaiba wasn't sure exactly where his brother had seen such a scene before, but after the initial shock he had to admit it was pretty impressive.
"So, you did this all yourself? There are some pretty sophisticated devices in this room; I'm surprised you were able to set them all up."
"Yup! I guess my gift with gadgets is genetic," he replied, smiling up at his brother. Kaiba began to smile back, but sobered up when the doorbell rang.
"Chikushou . . . they're early! What ever happened to being fashionably late?" He dashed down the hallway to answer the door (he had let his servants go home early in anticipation that things would get ugly); whoever was on the other end was rudely ringing it every three seconds. Mokuba followed him.
"Can I please be in charge of the music? Please? I know how to operate it really well." Kaiba hesitated for a moment before sighing in defeat.
"Considering how many other allowances I've had to make in the past five hours, sure, why not?" he replied with an unusual hint of sarcasm.
"Nii-sama,"
"What, now Mokuba?" he snapped more harshly than he had intended.
"I, um, just though I could answer the door for now so you could get ready. You're still in your school uniform after all." Kaiba slid to a stop and looked down at himself, realizing his brother was right. He muttered a response, turned, and climbed the stairs (finding to his dismay four locks that he had to open before he could continue onto the second floor).
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Me: Well, that was fun, wasn't it?
Yami Bakura: No, Kaiba got a larger role than I did!
Me: Quit whining. *waves the Sennen rod and YB suddenly goes all chibi and grows bunny ears* Kawaii! ^^ I saw this really cute picture yesterday of a chibi Bakura-kun with bunny ears that moved! I was ecstatic to say the least. Let's make a chibi Ryou to match! *waves rod*
Malik: hey, that thing's not a magical wand like those wanna-be magicians use! It's a sophisticated device from ancient Egypt that really needs to be treated with respect!
Me: Lo-que-sea
Chibi Ryou: The authoress really appreciates reviews, suggestions, corrections, etc. She writes and updates more when she thinks people are actually reading the story.
Me: Too true. Well, ja ne!
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Here are some Japanese translations (even though there is probably no need . . . owell, adds to the word count, ne? ^^)
Kuso ~ Shit, damn, etc. It's a relatively moderate swear; you get the picture. Chikushou ~ Damn, basically another swear Arigatou ~ Thank you Arigatou Gozaimasu ~ Thank you, but in a more respectful way Mou Hitori no Boku ~ My other self; this is something that Yuugi calls his yami Yami ~ Dark, or in this case, someone's "dark" side (Yami Yuugi, etc.) Hikari ~ Light, or in this case, the "original" person (Yuugi, Ryou, etc.) Nii-sama ~ Older brother.