This is a simple extension of Yuugi Nonsense except every yami and hikari have their own bodies. Yay! It will be short but very fun. Yay again! However, it might be longer if YOU review with ideas. There are a couple random comments referring to stuff in Yuugi Nonsense, so I suggest you read it, too (grins slyly). Read, Review, and Enjoy (RRE)!!!
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Seto grumbled under his breath at the events of the day. Why was this happening to him? he thought. Was there some reason a multi-millionaire and his brother couldn't live in peace? Just then, Mokuba broke his concentration.
"Hey, big brother! Yami Malik was just wondering if we had had anymore raw meat."
"No," Seto flatly answered. "You know I don't eat, so why would I keep extra food around here." I mean, Seto did have to maintain his tall, slim figure. So, he took supplement pills to get the needed nutrition plus coffee to keep him awake. Seto also does not sleep. You would understand that someone like him was too busy to sleep, especially when he flies around in a blimp dueling and building tall, metal towers. So busy.
"Okay," Mokuba replied. "Just wondering," and he skipped off. Seto groaned once more and went back to his thinking. His attention was drawn to a contract on the wall. It was the contract that had started this annoyance. Yesterday, everyone (that would be Yuugi, Yami, Ryou, Bakura, Malik, Yami Malik, Jounouchi, and Honda) had tricked Seto into signing the paper. The document stated that they had full use of his house and all the possessions within. It was a funny idea that Mokuba came up with and he was also the one who got Seto to sign it. The little whippersnapper told his brother that it was a form saying he could go on a class field trip. After the ink had dried, Mokuba laughed and called all the others up. The Kaiba Mansion has over 50 rooms with everything you could think of in them. Eight people moved in that day. No one could pass up on sweet deal like that.
Seto had to resist the urge to tear it up but his little bro had somehow thought to get a lawyer before the agreement. Damn. Just staring around the room while listening to his own angry thoughts bored him. Time to explore the new habitat that was now his house. The kitchen seemed near so he would check it out first. Inside the linoleum tiled room, Ryou stood by the counter. Seto's scowl welcomed Ryou and he smiled in return.
"I am making cake," Ryou cheerfully said. "Want some?"
"I don't eat. Besides, there is no food in here."
"Well, I still can make something." Ryou grabbed a box of baking soda from the pantry, a jar of pickling juice from the fridge, and a dried up piece of celery from under the counter. He emptied the contents into a pan and beat it to a grayish paste. Into the stove for five minutes and it came out a golden brown cake. The chief spread frosting over the outer surface. Ryou turned to Seto, who had been standing there watching the miracle, and offered him a slice of cake.
"You are like Jesus," uttered Seto.
"What?"
"He could turn water into wine. But, you can turn crap into cake."
"Ummm ... want some cake!" Ryou exclaimed.
"No, I ..." The cake's delicious aroma captured his senses. "Maybe a little bite ..." He snatched the plate and devoured it all. With a satisfied sigh, he placed his fork on the empty dish. Then, Seto remember with a startle, "Oh, no. I don't eat! I am going to gain so much weight!"
"Um, Seto," Ryou reminded while gently wagging his finger at him, "no your not ..."
"I have got to exercise," and he rushed off to the house's gym. Ryou just resumed at whatever he was doing before. Seto pounded down the hall, using full advantage of his long legs. He hit the elevator and gently bobbed his head to the elevator music. The workout room presented itself as a large blue room with several dozen exercise machines. Jouno bounced lightly on the treadmill.
"Hey, O Rich One. How's it hanging?" Jounouchi said in his heavy New York accent.
"How long have you been here?"
"Oh, I'd say about three hours."
"On the treadmill?"
"Yep." Seto continued on through the hall. He did not want to spend the next several hours with the mutt. Jouno could not help it. Sugar and hyperness just loved him and he needed some way to burn it off. Everyday, he exercised. It was just natural, like an addiction, and he spent endless hours doing it. Bwee.
However, he needed to leave for Malik was usually lurking around the halls by now. Jouno wanted to play there daily game of "Steal the Rod, Get Chased, Smacked, and Sent to Seto". The treadmill whirled to a stop after Jouno pressed a button. He checked. The halls were clear, for now. Jounouchi laid flat against the wall and slowly inched to the right. Malik's room resided nearby. He bent into a ninja roll as he hummed the Mission: Impossible lyrics. Bakura strolled by and Jouno ducked under a table. After glaring at him, Bakura murmured, "Idiot," and continued on. Jouno leaped up, knocking the vase of the table, and sprinted to the end on the hall. He pulled out a bobby pin and began trying to pick Malik's lock. Slowly, the door opened and Malik stepped out. He looked down at Jouno, who was kneeling on the ground.
"Here," Malik said, "I will get this over with quickly and just smack now." And with that, he clunked the hard metal ball of the Millennium rod onto Jounouchi's head. The door clicked shut and Malik was gone. The painful boy headed to the living room and sat on the couch while rubbing his lump. Seto breezed past the door while poking at his stomach. Jouno just figured he was doing the "This Bone Connects to That Bone" song ...
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It's over. The next chapter will be longer. Every character will be mentioned next chapter along with Yuugi's interesting schedule. Plus, Seto's confusion towards Seto and anger towards Yuugi. Yay!
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Seto grumbled under his breath at the events of the day. Why was this happening to him? he thought. Was there some reason a multi-millionaire and his brother couldn't live in peace? Just then, Mokuba broke his concentration.
"Hey, big brother! Yami Malik was just wondering if we had had anymore raw meat."
"No," Seto flatly answered. "You know I don't eat, so why would I keep extra food around here." I mean, Seto did have to maintain his tall, slim figure. So, he took supplement pills to get the needed nutrition plus coffee to keep him awake. Seto also does not sleep. You would understand that someone like him was too busy to sleep, especially when he flies around in a blimp dueling and building tall, metal towers. So busy.
"Okay," Mokuba replied. "Just wondering," and he skipped off. Seto groaned once more and went back to his thinking. His attention was drawn to a contract on the wall. It was the contract that had started this annoyance. Yesterday, everyone (that would be Yuugi, Yami, Ryou, Bakura, Malik, Yami Malik, Jounouchi, and Honda) had tricked Seto into signing the paper. The document stated that they had full use of his house and all the possessions within. It was a funny idea that Mokuba came up with and he was also the one who got Seto to sign it. The little whippersnapper told his brother that it was a form saying he could go on a class field trip. After the ink had dried, Mokuba laughed and called all the others up. The Kaiba Mansion has over 50 rooms with everything you could think of in them. Eight people moved in that day. No one could pass up on sweet deal like that.
Seto had to resist the urge to tear it up but his little bro had somehow thought to get a lawyer before the agreement. Damn. Just staring around the room while listening to his own angry thoughts bored him. Time to explore the new habitat that was now his house. The kitchen seemed near so he would check it out first. Inside the linoleum tiled room, Ryou stood by the counter. Seto's scowl welcomed Ryou and he smiled in return.
"I am making cake," Ryou cheerfully said. "Want some?"
"I don't eat. Besides, there is no food in here."
"Well, I still can make something." Ryou grabbed a box of baking soda from the pantry, a jar of pickling juice from the fridge, and a dried up piece of celery from under the counter. He emptied the contents into a pan and beat it to a grayish paste. Into the stove for five minutes and it came out a golden brown cake. The chief spread frosting over the outer surface. Ryou turned to Seto, who had been standing there watching the miracle, and offered him a slice of cake.
"You are like Jesus," uttered Seto.
"What?"
"He could turn water into wine. But, you can turn crap into cake."
"Ummm ... want some cake!" Ryou exclaimed.
"No, I ..." The cake's delicious aroma captured his senses. "Maybe a little bite ..." He snatched the plate and devoured it all. With a satisfied sigh, he placed his fork on the empty dish. Then, Seto remember with a startle, "Oh, no. I don't eat! I am going to gain so much weight!"
"Um, Seto," Ryou reminded while gently wagging his finger at him, "no your not ..."
"I have got to exercise," and he rushed off to the house's gym. Ryou just resumed at whatever he was doing before. Seto pounded down the hall, using full advantage of his long legs. He hit the elevator and gently bobbed his head to the elevator music. The workout room presented itself as a large blue room with several dozen exercise machines. Jouno bounced lightly on the treadmill.
"Hey, O Rich One. How's it hanging?" Jounouchi said in his heavy New York accent.
"How long have you been here?"
"Oh, I'd say about three hours."
"On the treadmill?"
"Yep." Seto continued on through the hall. He did not want to spend the next several hours with the mutt. Jouno could not help it. Sugar and hyperness just loved him and he needed some way to burn it off. Everyday, he exercised. It was just natural, like an addiction, and he spent endless hours doing it. Bwee.
However, he needed to leave for Malik was usually lurking around the halls by now. Jouno wanted to play there daily game of "Steal the Rod, Get Chased, Smacked, and Sent to Seto". The treadmill whirled to a stop after Jouno pressed a button. He checked. The halls were clear, for now. Jounouchi laid flat against the wall and slowly inched to the right. Malik's room resided nearby. He bent into a ninja roll as he hummed the Mission: Impossible lyrics. Bakura strolled by and Jouno ducked under a table. After glaring at him, Bakura murmured, "Idiot," and continued on. Jouno leaped up, knocking the vase of the table, and sprinted to the end on the hall. He pulled out a bobby pin and began trying to pick Malik's lock. Slowly, the door opened and Malik stepped out. He looked down at Jouno, who was kneeling on the ground.
"Here," Malik said, "I will get this over with quickly and just smack now." And with that, he clunked the hard metal ball of the Millennium rod onto Jounouchi's head. The door clicked shut and Malik was gone. The painful boy headed to the living room and sat on the couch while rubbing his lump. Seto breezed past the door while poking at his stomach. Jouno just figured he was doing the "This Bone Connects to That Bone" song ...
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It's over. The next chapter will be longer. Every character will be mentioned next chapter along with Yuugi's interesting schedule. Plus, Seto's confusion towards Seto and anger towards Yuugi. Yay!