A/N: My first sway into the YGO category. LittleKuriboh made me do it.
This will basically be a collection of drabbles and short stories, mostly centered around our favorite six. :3
Just to clarify:
Malik = The Hikari.
Marik = The Yami.
Ryou = The Hikari.
Bakura = The Yami.
Fair enough? :P That's just how I keep them straight. I hated doing their names like this til recently, when I realized that 'Yami Marik' every other sentence gets annoying…
Disclaimer: Seriously, these things are useless. Has anyone ever actually claimed they owned a series? xD (But really, I don't own it. :'( )
Drabbles of a Children's Cardgame
Ch.1: 2AM
Former-thief Bakura, demon in kitten's clothing, and current resident of his hikari's house, did not like being woken up. He really did not like it. The various shapes and sizes of knife wounds in his poor, innocent, white door could vouch for that.
So, for example, when a resonant THUD sounds through the small, two-story house at 2AM, one could only expect the worst to happen.
Silence, then…
"MARIK!"
Oh, well. If the others weren't awake yet, they sure as hell were now.
Some scuffling, a muffled curse, and jumble of spiky blonde hair poked through the doorway. Wide but angled lavender eyes peered at him, "Yes, 'Kura?"
"Just what the bloody hell is going on…?"
He heard Marik's body shuffle uncomfortably, his eyes shifting. The yami sniffed, "Don't know what you mean."
"Idiot, it's two in the bloody morning, what the bollocks are you doing up?"
Marik looked fidgety, and the carpet suddenly became very interesting.
"Well, you see… It's late, you know… and I suddenly got very hung-"
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF RA HAPPENED TO MY KITCHEN?"
Ryou's terrified cry reached their ears, and Marik paled. Thumping footsteps could be heard, and the blonde yami stood upright quickly, knocking the door ajar, just in time for Bakura to glimpse a grey-black projectile collide with Marik's skull.
CLANG
"What the EFF! Did you just throw a frigging pot?"
A string of curses filled the night air as Bakura flopped back, groaning. He smashed his pillow over his ears.
Marik had entered the Enemy Gate. No one messes with Ryou's kitchen.
A/N: I hope this makes you smile like I did when I got the idea. ^-^ Does anyone else agree that Ryou seems like he could be a housewife? Lol. R&R, Please! 3