Hey There!

So, I was looking over my old stuff thinking I should delete it & be done with it….but then two (2) fellow Fan-Fic writers : Fairytalenever (who had "favored" my work) and RainbowFizzyPops (who was in the neighborhood) took pity on my story & had left reviews requesting I continue this which a few altercations in regards to the characters.

They got me thinking-"Hey! These two are complete strangers who had encouraged you to go on back in '08 and '09 plus one of them put you on their "Favorite Author" list. What the hell is wrong with you just leaving them hanging like that!"

And it is because of those two who believed in me even then; that I dedicate Chapters One (and Two) to them.

I followed you guys' advice, hope you enjoyed them and sorry again for the long wait.

Intro

I usually don't believe in 'diaries' or 'journals', but if I don't let out SOME frustration – I'll bomb the house!

To start off, I'm Danielle; and to anyone who will read this, I'll continue to update. I have these guys livin' here for about a month now and it's always been the same

– fist fighting, dark clouds casted in the living room despite the sunny days and my personal fave: verbal abuse in an unknown language (well, it's unknown to me…).

I can't tell if they're cursing me out or what!

Anyways, about the freeloaders:

One spends his time going through the liquor like it'll evaporate if not touched too often. A shot in the dark, but I'd say he's about 5'10", medium build with snow white hair that stops dead center on his back. If his skin shade was the same as his hair he'd be the new abominable snowman….certainly stomps around like one. Though radiating the 'bad boy' vibe, I know how to handle his type; being black attitudes like that come with the territory.

Next is 'Mr. Personality': the 6-foot-clean-cut-sporting-a-chestnut-hairdo-imitating-an-upside-down-bowl-with-bangs guy that might as well claim that he's too rich to get a job. One good thing is that he's a wiz when updating and ridding my laptops of viruses. The other is that he is respectable to a point when no one ticks him off too much. As far as looks go, another straight & narrow build that could use the membership to the gym more often than twice a month; still he has….potential. If he'd smile for God sake!

Then you have the 'nut job' (there's a fancy word for people like that that psychologists use, but since I can't spell it…), the dude that thinks all life's problems should get a one way ticket to the shadow realm. Strangely, he only listens to me when it comes to sparring 'mortals', but that doesn't mean that he doesn't complain about me 'spoiling his fun'. Stands about 6'5" if u count the sandy-colored hair with a slightly larger frame, sun-kissed muscles & a six pack you can grate cheese on-if he wasn't mentally unstable, I'd DEFINITELY hit that.

And lastly, there's the 'leader' of this so-called merry band. This guy is a hell a lot more stable than the others, at least willing to listen, but can get pissed as easily; only difference is that he gets off his ass to help once in a while….Many times I'd asked him if his Magenta-tipped black hair with golden bangs was a dye job gone wrong, but he just pouted (although, it's nice to have someone else I know that's also 5'4" & doesn't make me feel like a midget)-but I do like his natural skin coloring: cream with a hint of bronze that one wouldn't notice unless you were up close.

Y'know what's even more weird – if you haven't guessed – is that these guys are from a popular T.V. show and manga books that should have been discontinued with the departure of the 'Pharaoh'.

By now, I bet your wondering…why is he, along with three of the most liked (or hated, depending on your taste) characters sitting around and eating me out of house and home?

That I can't really tell ya. They just showed up one day. No bullshit.

Here's the deal:

I came back from the movies after seeing the new – and frankly crapped out - sequel to "The Blair Witch Project" with my BFF. After going through an hour and a half of traffic, I was starting to relax at my computer. I opened up Fan and scrolled down to the icon flashed in lavender. I clicked on it and started to find more yaoi fics involving the casts of Yu-Gi-Oh. I flipped page after page, finding nothing of interest – until I came across one with no title what so ever. It only had this phrase in the summary: 'How bored r u?' "CLICK ME". Now a wise person would move on, thinking it was spam or a virus, but I WAS bored as fuck so….I clicked on it.

Guess what happened? For a while, nothing.

My screen turned dark and I couldn't do anything to get it back up.

"What the fuck?"

I knew it was on, cuz of the mouse changing colors like it always does, so why was nothin' happening?

"Shitty piece of…"

I tried 'Ctrl/Alt/Delete', holding down the 'power' button - still nothing. I didn't feel like dealing with the retards from the 1-800 number, so I decided to unplug the thing and see what happens (even though it wouldn't work seeing as how it would just go to battery reserve). I didn't get the chance to test my theory however, as a very slight hum filled the air and the screen came back on. I was overjoyed until I saw the color of red replacing my screensaver on my laptop. Being human, I stare at it like a dumb ass. As I was in the vapor locked stage, I heard screaming in surround sound and the last thing I remember was hitting the floor of my living room real hard...along with 400 lbs. of unsuspecting weight flopping on me out of nowhere.

I came to, around...who knows when and was jarred fully awake by 'colorful' words - and a shoe to the face (don't ask, k?). After exchanging mutters of my own, I looked down at my lap to see the said shoe and noticed that the unique comforter under me can only be found in my room. Logic dictated that I was in that said room. I clutched my head as the room fell silent...

So….better? Worse? Okay? Don't quit your day job?