Hello. I'm Nakoruru Orukousaki and I am completely and utterly insane.(I was divided between Yami Bakura and Kaiba on the YGO personality quiz) With this in mind I've decided to accept and embrace my insanity with my debut of ff.net. Basically, you're going to see a lot of me *laughs manaically* because there is litterally nothing I CAN'T write. That said, enjoy my pointless ramblings.
Disclaimer:Unless my name changed or something, I don't own a damn thing.
You know the rules:
/hikari thinking/
//yami thinking//
(whispered,mumbled dialogue)
Oh. and Yami Malik is 'Ishtal' and Yami Bakura is 'Bakura', just to avoid any confusion.
Chapter1...The Beginning!
{Ryou's POV}
If indeed things could get any worse today, they just did. I was up half the night trying desperately to drown out the sounds of...um...activity between my yami and Malik's in the next bedroom, to no avail. I have unfortunately slept in, and missed decorating with Yugi and Joey. Yugi seemed fairly understanding of the situation, even if I didn't go into detail.
"Bakura!" I called up the stairwell. "We are going to be late! Could you and Ishtal please hurry up?" Normally I wouldn't dare to say something like that, but lately Bakura seems...mellowed out. As if somehow his boyfriend's advanced insanity negates a little of his.
"Shut the hell up, Ryou! We are NOT late!"
"Oh come on, Baku-chan, you're dragging your feet."
I sighed. Perhaps his koi would drag him downstairs. I know he probably doesn't want to go, but he just cannot pass up an opportunity to annoy the blazes out of Yugi's Yami. Yes, it has been two years and still they don't get along any better than the day we were transformed into cards.
The sound of footsteps brought a smile to my exasperated features as Ishtal came sprinting down the stairs into the living room with Bakura hot on his heels.
"Give that to me!" He yelled, lunging at him and banging into the closet door.
Ishtal giggled. "Nope. I want to hear you say it first."
"I'm sure that hell will freeze over before I do!"
"Is it cold in here, or is it just me?" Ishtal ducked a shoe flying at his head, making the blonde spikes dance. He jumped behind the large leather couch, shaking his fist mockingly. "Ah ah, you have to say it." He smiled sadistically. "Or you wont see your little girly hair thingy anytime soon."
I practically fell on my face upon hearing that. Especially looking at the blush that covered my dark half's cheeks-he obviously didnt wish for me to know.
/Hair thingy?!/
//...//
/What hair thingy?/
//Isis got it for me. She said she was sick of seeing me with my hair in my face.//
I tried not to laugh, because I doubted I'd live much longer. It was rare to see Bakura in an embarrassed state, and I felt sorry for him.
Ishtal smirked. "you should have seen him posing in the mirror this morning...priceless..."
"SHUT YOUR GOD DAMNED MOUTH!"Bakura screamed, diving on top of him, trying to choke him.
"MAKE MEEEEEEEE!" Ishtal cried gleefully, sending his lover's hairtie flying across the room and behind a table. He didnt seem to mind he was about to be strangled.
I shook my head, stepping past the two yamis rolling on the floor trying to disembowel one another and hunted for the offending hair scrunchie. "Honestly," I began, sliding the table out of its position and frowning at the dust. Ishtal's version of sweeping again. "Stop acting like grade school children." I found it in the shadows and picked it up, beating the dust off of it on my jeans. It was powder blue, a good volor on him. "Ishtal, get off-he can't breathe. Here-" I handed the hair tie back to my dark half with a smile, which he returned with one of his nods. Glaring at the blonde still on his shins, he said: "And I didn't have to say it, so there." This he finished with an adorible little pout that had me facevaluting and Ishtal fairly disabled from laughter. He calmly rose to his feet, replaced his hair in a ponytail behind his head, and stomped out the front door, not bothering to close it.
Ishtal pulled himself off the floor on my shoulders and beamed at me. "Isn't he wonderful?" He gushed, nearly skipping out of the door behind his lover. All I could do was laugh lightly, grab my car keys off the television set, and lock up, preparing myself mentally for the drive to Kaiba's house.
"Yami, this really isnt that hard. All you have to do is follow the instructions."
Yami snorted. "Easy for you to say, you wrote these."
Yugi sighed, frowning at the scribbles on the piece of construction paper, Serenity's recipie for party punch. "Okay, so maybe I dont have the best handwriting in the world."
Joey walked through the swinging kitchen doors, a large rectangular box in his arms. "That just won you the understatement of the year award, Yug." He set the box down on the counter, revealing it to be a large birthday cake. "Man, I cant believe how heavy that thing is." He said, rubbing his shoulders. "Kaiba spent more money on this cake than I make in a week."
Yami chuckled lightly. "Well, it is Mokuba were talking about here, and his 10th cycle-er, birthday." He corrected, feeling Yugi poke him in the side.
Yugi smiled, and plopped himself down on a stool. "Kaiba really wants this party to be special. He even agreed to take Mokuba to one of those kiddie concerts."
Joey coughed, tring to hold back his laughter. "You mean one of those ones with the people jumping around in deformed animal suits singing praises to sharing and all that?! Kaiba must be out of his mind by now!"
Yami shuddered, remembering having to sit through one of said concerts with Yugi. "Or dying from the sheer stupidity of it all."
Yugi managed a semi frown. "Hey, I used to like those!"
His dark half and best friend merely rolled thier eyes, hepping whatever comments to themselves.
"Anyway, enough of that subject. When are Ryou and company going to get here?" Joey asked, going over to the large freezer and pulling out several containers of rainbow sherbet.
Yugi sighed. "Isis called me this morning-Malik is sick and his yami has been staying at Ryou's since yesterday."
//I'm sure that works for Bakura...//
/Don't be perverted./
//I wouldn't dare. I'm merely stating a fact.//
"So assuming Ryou slept at all last night, or Bakura hasn't killed Ishtal, he should get here with the other two in about fifteen minutes." Yugi continued.
"Thats good." Joey said, scraping some sherbet into a bowl and dumping 7up on top of it. "I can't wait to have some of this again."
Yami felt slightly queasy as Joey then dumped about half a bag of sugar and some butterscotch syrup into the mix.
//Aibou?//
Yugi could feel something not quite right with his Yami. /Something wrong?/
//Everything about what Joey is putting together is wrong and I think I'm going to be violently ill if I continue to witness this...//
Yugi nodded, seeing Yami's slightly green complexion. "Hey, Joey, we're going to finish out the living room."
"Ok Yug'. " Joey said distractedly, watching the ingredients bubble and fizz. "Man, this is beautiful."
Yami grabbed Yugi by the back of his shirt, and pulled him through the doors.
"Look at that woman on the right!"
"No, the one across the street is fatter!"
"Is not! Holy shit, that one over there is huge!"
Bakura and Ishtal became silent as we passed a woman who was quite possibly 700lbs in a flannel dress.
"Whoa...Ryou, look at that!"
I sighed. "I saw her Bakura, and you two shouldn't make fun of people."
"Why not?" Ishtal asked, actually not understanding. "The windows are shut, they can't hear us out there."
"You've missed the point entirely. What I mean is-"
"Ha, the one in that red car is definitely the fattest I've EVER seen, and probably the fattest that EVER lived. I WIN Baku-chan!"
"Don't call me that, you ass. And you cant say shes the fattest woman who ever lived because you havent seen every woman who has ever lived. Admit that I won, NOW!"
"No."
"Yes."
"Nooo..."
"Yeesss."
"NOOOOOO!"
"YEEESSSSS!"
"WILL YOU TWO PLEASE SHUT UP!" I yelled, finally losing control. "IF YOU MUST ARGUE, WHY CAN YOU NOT JUST ARGUE OVER SOMETHING RELEVANT?! For instance..." I reached into the glove compartment of my car and grabbed a small scrap of paper. "Is this green or yellow? Decide."
Bakura scowled. "What the HELL do you think we are, children?"
Ishtal chewed his thumbnail thoughtfully. "Well, you know, one is hard pressed to call it either color."
Bakura gave his inept lover a death glare. "It is GREEN. NOTHING more. Understood?"
Silence reigned for a few moments after that, all of us enjoying the cool, sunny November day.
"No it's not."
Bakura turned to Ishtal, ready to tear him a new one, when a coughing fit racked his body, causing him to double over in the seat, clutching his chest.
"Ack! You coughed on my shirt!" Ishtal exclaimed, frantically wiping it off.
I looked in the rear view mirror at the two yamis.
/Bakura, are you alright?/
Okay, that was just to annoy you. I need at least 8 reviews to continue the story in this fashion, and expect Chapter 2 in about a week.
Ja!
Nakoruru Orukousaki 17th
Disclaimer:Unless my name changed or something, I don't own a damn thing.
You know the rules:
/hikari thinking/
//yami thinking//
(whispered,mumbled dialogue)
Oh. and Yami Malik is 'Ishtal' and Yami Bakura is 'Bakura', just to avoid any confusion.
Chapter1...The Beginning!
{Ryou's POV}
If indeed things could get any worse today, they just did. I was up half the night trying desperately to drown out the sounds of...um...activity between my yami and Malik's in the next bedroom, to no avail. I have unfortunately slept in, and missed decorating with Yugi and Joey. Yugi seemed fairly understanding of the situation, even if I didn't go into detail.
"Bakura!" I called up the stairwell. "We are going to be late! Could you and Ishtal please hurry up?" Normally I wouldn't dare to say something like that, but lately Bakura seems...mellowed out. As if somehow his boyfriend's advanced insanity negates a little of his.
"Shut the hell up, Ryou! We are NOT late!"
"Oh come on, Baku-chan, you're dragging your feet."
I sighed. Perhaps his koi would drag him downstairs. I know he probably doesn't want to go, but he just cannot pass up an opportunity to annoy the blazes out of Yugi's Yami. Yes, it has been two years and still they don't get along any better than the day we were transformed into cards.
The sound of footsteps brought a smile to my exasperated features as Ishtal came sprinting down the stairs into the living room with Bakura hot on his heels.
"Give that to me!" He yelled, lunging at him and banging into the closet door.
Ishtal giggled. "Nope. I want to hear you say it first."
"I'm sure that hell will freeze over before I do!"
"Is it cold in here, or is it just me?" Ishtal ducked a shoe flying at his head, making the blonde spikes dance. He jumped behind the large leather couch, shaking his fist mockingly. "Ah ah, you have to say it." He smiled sadistically. "Or you wont see your little girly hair thingy anytime soon."
I practically fell on my face upon hearing that. Especially looking at the blush that covered my dark half's cheeks-he obviously didnt wish for me to know.
/Hair thingy?!/
//...//
/What hair thingy?/
//Isis got it for me. She said she was sick of seeing me with my hair in my face.//
I tried not to laugh, because I doubted I'd live much longer. It was rare to see Bakura in an embarrassed state, and I felt sorry for him.
Ishtal smirked. "you should have seen him posing in the mirror this morning...priceless..."
"SHUT YOUR GOD DAMNED MOUTH!"Bakura screamed, diving on top of him, trying to choke him.
"MAKE MEEEEEEEE!" Ishtal cried gleefully, sending his lover's hairtie flying across the room and behind a table. He didnt seem to mind he was about to be strangled.
I shook my head, stepping past the two yamis rolling on the floor trying to disembowel one another and hunted for the offending hair scrunchie. "Honestly," I began, sliding the table out of its position and frowning at the dust. Ishtal's version of sweeping again. "Stop acting like grade school children." I found it in the shadows and picked it up, beating the dust off of it on my jeans. It was powder blue, a good volor on him. "Ishtal, get off-he can't breathe. Here-" I handed the hair tie back to my dark half with a smile, which he returned with one of his nods. Glaring at the blonde still on his shins, he said: "And I didn't have to say it, so there." This he finished with an adorible little pout that had me facevaluting and Ishtal fairly disabled from laughter. He calmly rose to his feet, replaced his hair in a ponytail behind his head, and stomped out the front door, not bothering to close it.
Ishtal pulled himself off the floor on my shoulders and beamed at me. "Isn't he wonderful?" He gushed, nearly skipping out of the door behind his lover. All I could do was laugh lightly, grab my car keys off the television set, and lock up, preparing myself mentally for the drive to Kaiba's house.
"Yami, this really isnt that hard. All you have to do is follow the instructions."
Yami snorted. "Easy for you to say, you wrote these."
Yugi sighed, frowning at the scribbles on the piece of construction paper, Serenity's recipie for party punch. "Okay, so maybe I dont have the best handwriting in the world."
Joey walked through the swinging kitchen doors, a large rectangular box in his arms. "That just won you the understatement of the year award, Yug." He set the box down on the counter, revealing it to be a large birthday cake. "Man, I cant believe how heavy that thing is." He said, rubbing his shoulders. "Kaiba spent more money on this cake than I make in a week."
Yami chuckled lightly. "Well, it is Mokuba were talking about here, and his 10th cycle-er, birthday." He corrected, feeling Yugi poke him in the side.
Yugi smiled, and plopped himself down on a stool. "Kaiba really wants this party to be special. He even agreed to take Mokuba to one of those kiddie concerts."
Joey coughed, tring to hold back his laughter. "You mean one of those ones with the people jumping around in deformed animal suits singing praises to sharing and all that?! Kaiba must be out of his mind by now!"
Yami shuddered, remembering having to sit through one of said concerts with Yugi. "Or dying from the sheer stupidity of it all."
Yugi managed a semi frown. "Hey, I used to like those!"
His dark half and best friend merely rolled thier eyes, hepping whatever comments to themselves.
"Anyway, enough of that subject. When are Ryou and company going to get here?" Joey asked, going over to the large freezer and pulling out several containers of rainbow sherbet.
Yugi sighed. "Isis called me this morning-Malik is sick and his yami has been staying at Ryou's since yesterday."
//I'm sure that works for Bakura...//
/Don't be perverted./
//I wouldn't dare. I'm merely stating a fact.//
"So assuming Ryou slept at all last night, or Bakura hasn't killed Ishtal, he should get here with the other two in about fifteen minutes." Yugi continued.
"Thats good." Joey said, scraping some sherbet into a bowl and dumping 7up on top of it. "I can't wait to have some of this again."
Yami felt slightly queasy as Joey then dumped about half a bag of sugar and some butterscotch syrup into the mix.
//Aibou?//
Yugi could feel something not quite right with his Yami. /Something wrong?/
//Everything about what Joey is putting together is wrong and I think I'm going to be violently ill if I continue to witness this...//
Yugi nodded, seeing Yami's slightly green complexion. "Hey, Joey, we're going to finish out the living room."
"Ok Yug'. " Joey said distractedly, watching the ingredients bubble and fizz. "Man, this is beautiful."
Yami grabbed Yugi by the back of his shirt, and pulled him through the doors.
"Look at that woman on the right!"
"No, the one across the street is fatter!"
"Is not! Holy shit, that one over there is huge!"
Bakura and Ishtal became silent as we passed a woman who was quite possibly 700lbs in a flannel dress.
"Whoa...Ryou, look at that!"
I sighed. "I saw her Bakura, and you two shouldn't make fun of people."
"Why not?" Ishtal asked, actually not understanding. "The windows are shut, they can't hear us out there."
"You've missed the point entirely. What I mean is-"
"Ha, the one in that red car is definitely the fattest I've EVER seen, and probably the fattest that EVER lived. I WIN Baku-chan!"
"Don't call me that, you ass. And you cant say shes the fattest woman who ever lived because you havent seen every woman who has ever lived. Admit that I won, NOW!"
"No."
"Yes."
"Nooo..."
"Yeesss."
"NOOOOOO!"
"YEEESSSSS!"
"WILL YOU TWO PLEASE SHUT UP!" I yelled, finally losing control. "IF YOU MUST ARGUE, WHY CAN YOU NOT JUST ARGUE OVER SOMETHING RELEVANT?! For instance..." I reached into the glove compartment of my car and grabbed a small scrap of paper. "Is this green or yellow? Decide."
Bakura scowled. "What the HELL do you think we are, children?"
Ishtal chewed his thumbnail thoughtfully. "Well, you know, one is hard pressed to call it either color."
Bakura gave his inept lover a death glare. "It is GREEN. NOTHING more. Understood?"
Silence reigned for a few moments after that, all of us enjoying the cool, sunny November day.
"No it's not."
Bakura turned to Ishtal, ready to tear him a new one, when a coughing fit racked his body, causing him to double over in the seat, clutching his chest.
"Ack! You coughed on my shirt!" Ishtal exclaimed, frantically wiping it off.
I looked in the rear view mirror at the two yamis.
/Bakura, are you alright?/
Okay, that was just to annoy you. I need at least 8 reviews to continue the story in this fashion, and expect Chapter 2 in about a week.
Ja!
Nakoruru Orukousaki 17th