"All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one."
- 'Hooker With A Penis' ~ Tool
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The sun held brightly a fastened light which never seemed to care about mankind's ideal temperature.
It was hot, as in HOT. It was so hot that you could fry an egg on the sidewalk with a magnifying glass, and it was delicious as well too.
Slowly, but surely, Yugi Moto arose from the ground, wondering why he still wore a coloured suit, rather sticking with the laid-back white T-shirt and knee-length shorts in this Gods-awful heat. His selection of shade slowly crept away from him, and quickly left him, hopeful that he would suffer by breaking a sweat.
It was summer, and it was HOT.*
* - Repeating the obvious has never been so arousing. You should try it.
Yugi sighed, as he drifted off into the 'loud' realm by hitting 'play' on his CD Walkman.
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Seventeen. A number considered by teenagers as a preparation year into adulthood. This means, in one year, you could legally buy alcohol and tobacco, and if you were a woman, then more options rose for consideration. Also, it was also legal to enjoy the benefits of. sex, and other erotic phenomena.*
* - Nothing kinky, but just erotic. Difference is between using a duel card or a ferret.
Truth was, Yugi was flat-out broke. He never had a single cent used to buy any kind of a luxury item. He strolled closer to the meeting point with his not-so-little buddies. It's been a month since he stepped on school grounds, and he was 'loving' it. Homework was not interfering with his daily duels and exercises. He WAS the Dueling Monsters champion, wasn't he? But, without any money, he couldn't afford anything to give to his friends. Hell, his Christmas gifts were HANDMADE, and he still couldn't get over that action. While his pals accepted his *ahem* heart-felt gifts in surprise, Yugi accepted various gifts which would accurately fit the phrase, "Holy shit, that's expensive crap!"
Especially Joey's gifts. Those 'shiny' dueling cards don't grow on trees, you know.
"Holy shit, dude! You're Yugi Moto!"
He turned, and faced an anemic pair of chopsticks. Or, a skinny fifteen year old girl. Take your pick.
"Uh." Yugi started.
"Oh, um. can I. can I have your autograph?"
Yugi staggered, as he stared at the girl's pale face. He 'never' gave autographs, since nobody really cared for them. However, due to Yu-Gi-Oh! Cards having a certain demand from the teenagers, it was popular as mainstream rap* in this time. Yes, it was THAT popular, believe it or not.
* - Typically, it was still sex, drugs and alcohol. Also, how 'gangsta' you were.
The girl, stiff from anticipation, prodded Yugi's stomach with her 'Dark Magician Girl' pen, and presented a small jot pad on the other hand. Yugi signed his name nervously, since he never had a cool signature look, in his opinion. Overall, it looked like a spiral, various curved lines, and to the imaginative mind, the 'G' looked like a crude drawing of Michael Jackson's nose.
He also tried a pun with his signature, trying harder push the levels of being anti-witty.
"HOLY SHIT DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S YUGI-FUCKING- MOTO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*"
* - Multiple exclamation marks surely detects that the shouter was underage.
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"Hey, where's Yugi?" Joey riddled.
The beach was never looked so beautiful. Despite the sand being present in the beach, the negatives NEVER touched the positives. Cold water never seemed so. breathtaking, and that's not 'including' swimming in the beach. Tea fumbled her bikini strap, and her skin glowed with a superior glitter. Rule number one on the beach, she considered, was bringing sunscreen. ANY kind of sunscreen, as long you don't feel violated by naughty sun rays.
"Beats me, maybe he's dueling again." Tristan commented.
"Oh man! And I really wanted him to look at my brand new suit!" Tea whined.
"Oh well, uh. He'll come later, and he said he wasn't swimming right?"
-----------------------------------------------
Yugi stood in disbelief, as more than fifty children rushed to his downfall, and there were a couple of adults there too.
The long period of the following quotes:
"HEY I'M NEXT BITCH!!!!!!"
"I LOVE YOU YUGI!!!!"
"OH YEAH MAKE ME!!"
"SIGN MMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEEMEMEMEMEMEME!!"
"YOUAR DA FUCKKNG MAANNNNNNNN!"
quickly gave Yugi an impatient twitch, which if not treated, could prove dangerous to his closest kin. What really startled Yugi, is how massive fanbase he created when kicking Pegasus' ass with him and himself. Normally, every Yu-Gi-Oh duel was taken with a pinch of salt to many fans and players, but someone never heard of, until 3 weeks ago, beating THE man, gave everyone their hearts towards Yugi's accomplishment.
With a soft whimper, he uttered the letters H-E-L-P.
-------------------------------------
Four hours later, he became exhausted from the rapid hand movements which could prove fatal to anyone. He totaled signing over two hundred and fifty pieces of paper, as well giving tips to any amateur duelist in his way. He quickly ran towards his house, and never looked back. He was starving, and that said it all, really.
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"My goodness Yugi, you're late for dinner!" His grandpa declared.
Yugi blankly stared back in return, and looked at his lukewarm curry in front of him. He dove, and rapidly shoveled the rice with his hands. Within 5 minutes, he finished, gave a true belch, dabbed his mouth and hands with a napkin, and walked over towards the door again.
"I'm sorry grandpa, I got held up by tons of people," Yugi replied, trying to make up for lost time.
"What happened?"
"Well, it seems I have a large fanbase, and they decided to show up. Oh man, I'm sorry for missing dinner and."
Toot-toot! The guilt truck drove straight into Yugi's heart.
"Oh crap! I forget to meet up with Joey, Tea and Tristan! Oh man, they're gonna be unforgiving tomorrow. I'm gonna have to buy."
Sponsorship was a wonderful thing.
-----------------------------------
Any fanmail, hate mail, naked pictures are welcome on loki3seven@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Nuff' said.
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one."
- 'Hooker With A Penis' ~ Tool
-------------------------------------------------
The sun held brightly a fastened light which never seemed to care about mankind's ideal temperature.
It was hot, as in HOT. It was so hot that you could fry an egg on the sidewalk with a magnifying glass, and it was delicious as well too.
Slowly, but surely, Yugi Moto arose from the ground, wondering why he still wore a coloured suit, rather sticking with the laid-back white T-shirt and knee-length shorts in this Gods-awful heat. His selection of shade slowly crept away from him, and quickly left him, hopeful that he would suffer by breaking a sweat.
It was summer, and it was HOT.*
* - Repeating the obvious has never been so arousing. You should try it.
Yugi sighed, as he drifted off into the 'loud' realm by hitting 'play' on his CD Walkman.
-------------------------------------
Seventeen. A number considered by teenagers as a preparation year into adulthood. This means, in one year, you could legally buy alcohol and tobacco, and if you were a woman, then more options rose for consideration. Also, it was also legal to enjoy the benefits of. sex, and other erotic phenomena.*
* - Nothing kinky, but just erotic. Difference is between using a duel card or a ferret.
Truth was, Yugi was flat-out broke. He never had a single cent used to buy any kind of a luxury item. He strolled closer to the meeting point with his not-so-little buddies. It's been a month since he stepped on school grounds, and he was 'loving' it. Homework was not interfering with his daily duels and exercises. He WAS the Dueling Monsters champion, wasn't he? But, without any money, he couldn't afford anything to give to his friends. Hell, his Christmas gifts were HANDMADE, and he still couldn't get over that action. While his pals accepted his *ahem* heart-felt gifts in surprise, Yugi accepted various gifts which would accurately fit the phrase, "Holy shit, that's expensive crap!"
Especially Joey's gifts. Those 'shiny' dueling cards don't grow on trees, you know.
"Holy shit, dude! You're Yugi Moto!"
He turned, and faced an anemic pair of chopsticks. Or, a skinny fifteen year old girl. Take your pick.
"Uh." Yugi started.
"Oh, um. can I. can I have your autograph?"
Yugi staggered, as he stared at the girl's pale face. He 'never' gave autographs, since nobody really cared for them. However, due to Yu-Gi-Oh! Cards having a certain demand from the teenagers, it was popular as mainstream rap* in this time. Yes, it was THAT popular, believe it or not.
* - Typically, it was still sex, drugs and alcohol. Also, how 'gangsta' you were.
The girl, stiff from anticipation, prodded Yugi's stomach with her 'Dark Magician Girl' pen, and presented a small jot pad on the other hand. Yugi signed his name nervously, since he never had a cool signature look, in his opinion. Overall, it looked like a spiral, various curved lines, and to the imaginative mind, the 'G' looked like a crude drawing of Michael Jackson's nose.
He also tried a pun with his signature, trying harder push the levels of being anti-witty.
"HOLY SHIT DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S YUGI-FUCKING- MOTO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*"
* - Multiple exclamation marks surely detects that the shouter was underage.
-----------------------------------
"Hey, where's Yugi?" Joey riddled.
The beach was never looked so beautiful. Despite the sand being present in the beach, the negatives NEVER touched the positives. Cold water never seemed so. breathtaking, and that's not 'including' swimming in the beach. Tea fumbled her bikini strap, and her skin glowed with a superior glitter. Rule number one on the beach, she considered, was bringing sunscreen. ANY kind of sunscreen, as long you don't feel violated by naughty sun rays.
"Beats me, maybe he's dueling again." Tristan commented.
"Oh man! And I really wanted him to look at my brand new suit!" Tea whined.
"Oh well, uh. He'll come later, and he said he wasn't swimming right?"
-----------------------------------------------
Yugi stood in disbelief, as more than fifty children rushed to his downfall, and there were a couple of adults there too.
The long period of the following quotes:
"HEY I'M NEXT BITCH!!!!!!"
"I LOVE YOU YUGI!!!!"
"OH YEAH MAKE ME!!"
"SIGN MMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEEMEMEMEMEMEME!!"
"YOUAR DA FUCKKNG MAANNNNNNNN!"
quickly gave Yugi an impatient twitch, which if not treated, could prove dangerous to his closest kin. What really startled Yugi, is how massive fanbase he created when kicking Pegasus' ass with him and himself. Normally, every Yu-Gi-Oh duel was taken with a pinch of salt to many fans and players, but someone never heard of, until 3 weeks ago, beating THE man, gave everyone their hearts towards Yugi's accomplishment.
With a soft whimper, he uttered the letters H-E-L-P.
-------------------------------------
Four hours later, he became exhausted from the rapid hand movements which could prove fatal to anyone. He totaled signing over two hundred and fifty pieces of paper, as well giving tips to any amateur duelist in his way. He quickly ran towards his house, and never looked back. He was starving, and that said it all, really.
-------------------------------------
"My goodness Yugi, you're late for dinner!" His grandpa declared.
Yugi blankly stared back in return, and looked at his lukewarm curry in front of him. He dove, and rapidly shoveled the rice with his hands. Within 5 minutes, he finished, gave a true belch, dabbed his mouth and hands with a napkin, and walked over towards the door again.
"I'm sorry grandpa, I got held up by tons of people," Yugi replied, trying to make up for lost time.
"What happened?"
"Well, it seems I have a large fanbase, and they decided to show up. Oh man, I'm sorry for missing dinner and."
Toot-toot! The guilt truck drove straight into Yugi's heart.
"Oh crap! I forget to meet up with Joey, Tea and Tristan! Oh man, they're gonna be unforgiving tomorrow. I'm gonna have to buy."
Sponsorship was a wonderful thing.
-----------------------------------
Any fanmail, hate mail, naked pictures are welcome on loki3seven@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Nuff' said.