I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! With that settled, please, scroll down and read, or format your computer 's hard-drive. Both is fine with me.
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It was a dark and stormy night.
It felt like the sun was raped by the moon, and considered his thoughts of having seconds.
Yugi-Moto tightly clenched himself into a laughable human cannonball. His figure wasn't meant to be muscular, but somehow he retained a certain manhood inside that physique. Of course, his Cher-like hairstyle tended to drag down his masculinity. He sighed, as his Millenium Puzzle slowly, but surely, drifted down his jugular region. Within a certain flash of a... well... a flashlight, and in seconds, let his alter self take control.
Now, he looked like a perverse cannonball. Woo-hoo.
"50 Mind-Shuffles*, by Gods Yugi, you are bored," Yami pointed.
* - Pointed out in the show, a 'mind shuffle' is jargon for Yugi's change of character. Due to horrible dubbing to the children, they thought 'mind shuffle' had a certain snappy appeal. This technique gives certain advantages to Yugi, such as, if he has a demanding test, one could study one branch, and the other could study another. The disadvantages however, sometimes outweigh the advantages. For one, Yami never really picked up what 'cool' actually meant.
FLASH
"It's just that rain looks so... dull," Yugi replied to himself.
His room wasn't really amazing. The abundance of Yu-Gi-Oh! card posters and merchandise filled his room like dead people in a morgue. In a pretty sense, of course.
The twin lightbulbs glowed brightly, which is still envied by actual flame.
FLASH
Yami stood up and clenched his card deck. To his infinite wisdom, the knowledge of a card game wasn't demanding. After all, he DID rule over a nation of an ancient race. He was aware of certain diplomancy, weaponry, science, stealth, law and as well, courage. He enjoyed reading books, and loved anykind of ancient history. He quietly picked up a book, titled Animal Farm by George Orwell. Ah, Politics! he thought, the other white meat. Time-a-ticking, he turned the door handle, and quietly headed over to the living room.
With a almighty crash, he hit the couch. Reached the remote softly, as it was a lethal self-destructing weapon, and firmly pressed on the power button, then channel 2. The clock struck at nine o'clock, and it was ticked off.* Light glared back at Yami's eyes as it reacted with a silly little thing.
* - Mainstream anime fanfics doesn't seem to have any puns, these days. So sue me.
"And now, for the city championship, Rune Gattling Vs. Gunther Snipes!" It announced.
Yami snorted in pride. He and Yugi WAS the champion of Duel Monsters, and he smirked to see lesser creatures handle pieces of cardboard on the television screen. Sure, his match with Pegasus was Pay-Per-View material, but hell, two duelists who doesn't have a single monster above the attack level of 2500, was to be seen out of pity. If a person's amount of ego was the magnitude of a single fart, then Yami pocessed a potential to destroy planets. This television event was obviously shared with Yugi Moto. Since saying Yugi liked duel monsters, was like saying necrophilliacs liked dead people.
It was still a dark and stormy night of course. It carried on, and continued
to push and shove any kind of light back in his place.
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That's the end.
Flames, death threats, fanmail, questions, and anyone who thinks Steve Vai is the guitar god, email me at loki3seven@hotmail.com
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It was a dark and stormy night.
It felt like the sun was raped by the moon, and considered his thoughts of having seconds.
Yugi-Moto tightly clenched himself into a laughable human cannonball. His figure wasn't meant to be muscular, but somehow he retained a certain manhood inside that physique. Of course, his Cher-like hairstyle tended to drag down his masculinity. He sighed, as his Millenium Puzzle slowly, but surely, drifted down his jugular region. Within a certain flash of a... well... a flashlight, and in seconds, let his alter self take control.
Now, he looked like a perverse cannonball. Woo-hoo.
"50 Mind-Shuffles*, by Gods Yugi, you are bored," Yami pointed.
* - Pointed out in the show, a 'mind shuffle' is jargon for Yugi's change of character. Due to horrible dubbing to the children, they thought 'mind shuffle' had a certain snappy appeal. This technique gives certain advantages to Yugi, such as, if he has a demanding test, one could study one branch, and the other could study another. The disadvantages however, sometimes outweigh the advantages. For one, Yami never really picked up what 'cool' actually meant.
FLASH
"It's just that rain looks so... dull," Yugi replied to himself.
His room wasn't really amazing. The abundance of Yu-Gi-Oh! card posters and merchandise filled his room like dead people in a morgue. In a pretty sense, of course.
The twin lightbulbs glowed brightly, which is still envied by actual flame.
FLASH
Yami stood up and clenched his card deck. To his infinite wisdom, the knowledge of a card game wasn't demanding. After all, he DID rule over a nation of an ancient race. He was aware of certain diplomancy, weaponry, science, stealth, law and as well, courage. He enjoyed reading books, and loved anykind of ancient history. He quietly picked up a book, titled Animal Farm by George Orwell. Ah, Politics! he thought, the other white meat. Time-a-ticking, he turned the door handle, and quietly headed over to the living room.
With a almighty crash, he hit the couch. Reached the remote softly, as it was a lethal self-destructing weapon, and firmly pressed on the power button, then channel 2. The clock struck at nine o'clock, and it was ticked off.* Light glared back at Yami's eyes as it reacted with a silly little thing.
* - Mainstream anime fanfics doesn't seem to have any puns, these days. So sue me.
"And now, for the city championship, Rune Gattling Vs. Gunther Snipes!" It announced.
Yami snorted in pride. He and Yugi WAS the champion of Duel Monsters, and he smirked to see lesser creatures handle pieces of cardboard on the television screen. Sure, his match with Pegasus was Pay-Per-View material, but hell, two duelists who doesn't have a single monster above the attack level of 2500, was to be seen out of pity. If a person's amount of ego was the magnitude of a single fart, then Yami pocessed a potential to destroy planets. This television event was obviously shared with Yugi Moto. Since saying Yugi liked duel monsters, was like saying necrophilliacs liked dead people.
It was still a dark and stormy night of course. It carried on, and continued
to push and shove any kind of light back in his place.
---------------------------------------------------------------
That's the end.
Flames, death threats, fanmail, questions, and anyone who thinks Steve Vai is the guitar god, email me at loki3seven@hotmail.com