YD: I'm sorry, guys. I really am sorry. It's just that I have a horrible case of writer's block and can NOT get rid of it. So instead of forcing myself to overcome the stupid block by updating RAFA, (Run Away, Far Away) I am writing a new little 5 part story. Nothing too long but something to distract me from RAFA.
HS: (bows) Gomen nasai!
I own nothing… so don't even think about suing me. Thank you. Also, please note that there will be an insane amount of OOC-ness. This is your last warning. Don't flame me for not warning you. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Thank you for your time and please read and review.
Smashed
Chapter one, One Tequila
"Come on, hikari! Just tonight! Just give me one night to convince you it's an awesome club! I promise not to ask you anymore if you don't like the club!" Marik whined. Now, if there's one thing Malik knew, it was that Marik never whined. So if he did, it was serious and he wasn't going to give up.
Malik sighed in annoyance. "All right! I'll go to the freakin' club! Just quit whining!" Marik smirked in triumph as his irritated hikari stalked out of the room. Oh, this would be an excellent time to get smashed… Black Dragon was said to have the best booze in all of Japan, possibly the world.
Marik rubbed his hands together in anticipation, almost tasting the alcohol now. This would be very good… The Dark wondered how his fellow yamis had any luck convincing their Lights to accompany them to Black Dragon.
Meanwhile, Bakura wasn't getting too far on the convincing factor. Ryou just wasn't going to go. Period. No questions asked. Bye bye.
"Alcohol! You're going to a club simply to drink?" Ryou ranted and raved while Bakura sat on the arm of a seat, picking his fingernails with a knife. It was quite irritating and Ryou was irritated already. Not a very good combination.
Ryou glared fiercely at his Dark. Bakura made the mistake of looking up and promptly dropped the knife. Ryou glided over and retrieved the knife. He held it up at Bakura then a split second later, Bakura saw his knife buried, hilt-deep, in the wall opposite Ryou. Bakura blinked once. Twice. Three times. He gulped.
"No need for that, Ryou. I was merely extending an invitation from Marik to a club that happens to serve alcohol. It doesn't mean I will drink. Whaddya say, Ryou?" Bakura reasoned calmly.
Ryou rubbed his temples and sighed. "Are the others going too? Yuugi? Malik?" Bakura shrugged.
"Yami and Marik are probably trying to convince their Lights to accompany us to the club. Lay back, Ryou. Have some fun. You only get one life. Live a little."
Ryou gave his yami a strange look. "Says the guy who lived in a Ring for 3000 years." He said sarcastically.
"I'm older than you so then I have more authority over you. In other words, I order you to go with me to the club." Ryou's eyes flashed.
"I will go with you, but—" Bakura sighed.
"Always a 'but' always" Ryou gave him another look.
"—you must agree to behave and not drink yourself to oblivion. Or beyond, for that matter. Are we clear?" Ryou gave him a look so penetrating; Bakura felt his soul being searched.
"Crystal,"
"Good." Ryou left the room calmly and with a triumphant smile on his face. He never saw Bakura uncross his fingers from behind his back. 'It was a lie.' Bakura mouthed when Ryou was out of sight.
Yuugi groaned. "Yami, I thought you were more responsible than this. A club?" Yami wouldn't let his Light win this time. He would prove to Bakura and Marik he was not weak.
"Come on, Yuugi, it'd be great fun. Dancing, partying, and ahem… drinks." Yami said the last word as quietly as possible. Unfortunately, Yuugi heard him… and completely flipped his lid.
"ALCOHOL?" He screamed. Yami flinched. "You want me to go to a club with alcohol?"
"I sense a disturbance in the Force." Yami muttered.
"Really Yami, you surprise me. I thought you knew what's best for me."
"Incoming, angry Sith Lord wanting revenge…"
"Are you even listening to me?" Yuugi's eyes flashed angrily as he… DREW A RED LIGHTSABER! DIE YAMI! …joking. Yuugi's eyes flashed angrily as he lobbed a chocolate bar at Yami's forehead. Yami ducked quickly.
"Haha! You missed me!" The next chocolate bar hit him directly. "Ow…" Yami rubbed his temple where the evil chocolate bar had struck. Yuugi smirked across from him, throwing and catching another chocolate bar.
"Still want to mess with me? Because I can do a lot more than throw a chocolate bar. Care to try me?"
"You still gonna pull out a lightsaber and kill me? Or are you just going to go with the modern way, pulling out a blaster and shooting me?"
"How about I pelt you with so many chocolate bars that you suffocate under all of them? Mwahahaha. I'm deranged like Neal Shusterman! Fear me!"
"Who?" Yami asked nonchalantly.
"The author. He's written 35 or so books/novels."
"Oh, that's very interesting. WillyougowithmetotheclubwithMarikandBakuraandRyouandMalik?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever." Yami blinked fast as Yuugi left the room.
Jounouchi walked through Kaiba Seto's office nonchalantly. Kaiba was currently typing his life away, (much like the authoress is doing now) and ignoring Jounouchi.
"Kaiba, you wanna go to a club later and drink?"
"Sure, go away"
"Bye," Jounouchi left, euphoria filling him at his success to drag Kaiba into the club. He even went down without a fight!
Ten seconds later… Kaiba process the world's shortest conversation as quickly as possible. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks.
"JOUNOUCHI, YOU MUTT!"
Safely outside the skyscraper, Jounouchi smirked triumphantly and left the scene before Kaiba came out to tear him apart.
"See ya later, Kaiba."
Resigned to their fate, the Lights, and Kaiba, dressed up to go to a club. (Which I'm sure you can imagine what.)They each waited in front of their house with their other halves, except for Kaiba, he was alone.
Jounouchi was to pick them up so this gave the Darks a chance to goggle at their "innocent" better halves and what they were wearing.
Malik was wearing a slightly sheer shirt that clung to his form. He wore several chains, around his neck, around his hips, on his ankles, everywhere. The Egyptian had kohl around his eyes, making him look mysterious and intriguing. His lips were smooth because he'd put on lip gloss making them glow with life. His pants were tight but not restricting. It wasn't leather, Marik observed. It was just a smooth material that looked so touchable…
Marik cleared his thoughts and turned his head to stare down the road, eyes searching for any sign of Jounouchi's car.
Bakura stared at his hikari, taking in how different his better half looked. Ryou was wearing a pale blue shirt, clinging to his form nicely. It gave him an air of innocent seduction. His accessories were simple, a lovely looking emerald bracelet. Ryou had no makeup except for some lip gloss. Strawberry probably, Bakura thought. He also had donned white pants, sheer up to the knee.
Bakura tore his eyes away from Ryou's body and stared down the street in frustration. He needed a drink!
Yami gulped. This was not good, not good at all.
Yuugi was wearing a tight short-sleeve shirt that showed off his navel. His pants were pure black and clung to his thin legs greedily, leaving no room for imagination. He wore no makeup except for lip gloss. Vanilla… definitely, Yami noted. He swallowed a lump in his throat and looked down the street, hoping, praying that the car would come very, very soon.
Surprisingly or unsurprisingly, depending on how you look at it, it didn't.
Jounouchi went to Kaiba's first since he would be standing there all alone. And even though Kaiba was a martial arts master, he couldn't face down a gang, each armed with a gun, or worse. So Joey picked Kaiba up first, then Malik and his yami, Ryou and his Ancient Thief, and lastly Yuugi and his Game King.
They arrived at Black Dragon precisely at 8 PM. Kaiba and Jounouchi were permitted entrance immediately, quickly followed by Malik and Marik. Yami and Bakura were allowed in yet Ryou and Yuugi were detained.
"You're too young, not allowed to enter." Yuugi's anger flared and he pulled out his driver's license, verifying he was of legal age to enter. The guy took it and held it up to the light, checking to see if it was counterfeit or not.
Finally, the guy grunted and jerked his hand toward the door. "Go ahead." He said grudgingly. Ryou was also permitted to enter once he showed his license.
Immediately after entering, Yuugi smelled alcohol and sweat. The DJ was playing a song that everyone was now dancing to. Must have been one hell of a good song. They spotted their Darks dancing with some girl on the dance floor. The green monster of jealously rose up in Ryou.
He stalked over to Bakura and dragged him away from the other girl. "I'd rather see you drink than hit on some random girl." Ryou hissed. Bakura looked taken aback. He'd never seen Ryou this out of character.
"Fine, I'll go get a drink then." He left, leaving Ryou blinking stupidly in his wake.
"That baka, of course he'll twist your words around just to get a drink!" Ryou muttered angrily. While Ryou was standing there muttering obscene words to himself, Yuugi just watched his Dark dance and flirt with that girl.
Yuugi tore his eyes away from the "couple" and headed towards the bar. He ordered a strawberry daiquiri, with little alcohol. Kaiba, Jounouchi, and Marik were all dancing alone, while Yami and Malik were dancing with random partners. Ryou was simply standing there. Bakura was five seats down from him, chugging a beer.
"Ryou," Yuugi called. The addressed Light turned and Yuugi motioned for him to come over. "You okay?" Ryou glared at Bakura five seats down before sitting down and answering.
"Peachy keen, Yuugi, peachy keen," He said sarcastically. Yami sat down next to Bakura, pushing the girl away from him when she tried to kiss him.
"Go screw someone else who's actually interested." The girl scowled and stalked off angrily. Yami turned back to Bakura. "You're drinking a beer? Tch, can't hold your alcohol, can you?"
"What?" Bakura hissed. "I can hold my alcohol just fine, thank you very much!"
"Sure ya can. I'd like to have tequila…" Yami glanced at the name tag, "…Caitlin."
"Fine, whatever." She answered calmly, flipping her long brown hair over her shoulder. Caitlin pushed a tequila glass toward Yami. It seemed being in a bar had no effect on her… Yami seized the tequila glass and gulped the alchol down. A crazed look surfaced in his eyes.
"That's some good alcohol." Four seats down, Yuugi scoffed.
Now, don't get me wrong. Yami wasn't the type to randomly choke down alcohol. He didn't even usually drink. But sometimes he forgot about his aibou and drank. Yami also knew exactly how much he could handle before he lost his mind completely. He didn't exactly want to wake in the morning with the mother of all hangovers and some random girl/guy next to him… naked…
That would be the sort of thing that lost Yuugi's respect completely. And he didn't ever want that happening, even for the world.
Bakura growled and instantly called for tequila. He gulped his down too. Marik came over a split-second later and order some beer.
"We should do this more often!" Malik sat down with his fellow hikaris and rolled his eyes at his Dark's weird antics. Yami and Bakura got up and dragged Kaiba away from the wall.
"Sit down. Drink. Enjoy the night. Don't be all grumpy that you're in the best club in the entire world." Marik ordered. He pushed a tequila glass towards the CEO. Kaiba looked at the glass, then at Marik. Slowly, the uncrossed his arms and closed his hand around the glass.
After what seemed like a millennia, the straightforward CEO drank the entire glass in one go. Kaiba never usually drank anything stronger than wine… or occasionally, light beer. But he never drank anything stronger than that. So, needless to say, the tequila had somewhat of a disastrous effect.
Kaiba licked his lips, trying to savor the taste of the alcohol. Warily, Marik ordered a beer for the CEO, ignoring his chants for more tequila.
"You need to get out more. One drink and you're already out of your mind." Marik paused. "Not that you already weren't, High Priest,"
Although Kaiba was a little out of it, he still growled when Marik mentioned his forgotten past. "Not crazy like you…" He muttered.
Jounouchi was busy dancing alone, while other people watched him and drooled. They had good reason to. Joey was very attractive in his own way. But he paid no attention to his onlookers and continued dancing.
Kaiba licked his lips and walked over to where Joey danced. He smashed his lips against the other, surprising the blond greatly. The crowd around the two immediately grew as Joey and Kaiba danced quite… dirtily. Let's not get into details.
The Lights watched openmouthed as the CEO grinded with the other. The Darks simply raised an eyebrow. They were all thinking the same thing, WTF?
Bakura smelled the cup of tequila. Ah… moonshine… pure alcohol. No wonder Kaiba was acting so strange…
Ryou watched the couple dance open-mouthed. Malik turned towards him.
"You act like you haven't seen it before."
"I haven't." Malik blinked.
"I could be your partner." Ryou turned his open-mouthed stare to his friend.
"Excuse me?" He asked incredulously.
"Joking, Ryou, I was only joking." Ryou looked skyward.
"Good."
"Look out, guys, our Darks are still drinking. Something is gonna happen. And I don't think we're going to like it too much either." Yuugi warned.
To Be Continued
YD: I know I really should be finishing my other story but… I don't wanna…
HS: And I really wanted to write this anyway. So, enjoy and review… And RAFA will be updated as soon as I get the stupid chapter finished.