Tickle Me.
Disclaimer: Sucks, doesn't it?
I don't' own Yu-Gi-Oh.
. . .Or Sesame Street.
A/N: Well. Arian gave me the idea.
Homo- \Ho"mo-\
n 1: someone who practices homosexuality; having a sexual
attraction to persons of the same sex
That won't be the case. . .but. Yeah. I don't want to tell you why I
told you that.
~~~
As the sun revolved around the Earth, it shone brightly on
the planet. Giving it warmth, and light. In Domino, Japan, the sun's
rays followed on one boy, making a small shadow appear behind him. In
his hand, was a plastic bag. A little red plushie was in the bag.
It had a large orange nose, and round, beady eyes. The plush's
face had a large grin on it.
The boy, kept running, and finally came to his destination. The
Turtle Game Shop.
Setting his jacket in the closet, Yuugi Motou took his bag at
set it by his bed. Yami had given it to him for his birthday, even
though he was a little old for a 'Tickle Me Elmo' Plushie.
It was Yuugi's memento for Yami, even though he wasn't
dead. He lived in his puzzle. In his soul chamber. Alive as ever.
(A/N: In the Manga, Yuugi said the mil. puzzle was his Grandfather's
memento. Then Anzu screamed when she saw him at the Game Shop.
Hehe.)
Why a Tickle Me Elmo?
Yuugi needed revenge when Yami ate the last chocolate in the
whole damn house.
So.
Yuugi got the great idea of annoying Yami to hell, with
the plush. The random sayings of "Tickle Me, and, Hehehe." were
annoying, especially when Elmo kept saying it five hundred times.
Yuugi had wanted that bit of sugar. Yuugi needed his
sugar, or else he would be. . .
Un-Yuugi-ish.
Grabbing the tape and wrapping paper, Yuugi ran upstairs,
locking his door. He had to do this fast. He had told Yami to try
and beat Malik at a wrestling match. Yami was strong. Malik just had
a stronger hate for Yami, and also a certain psychopathic Yami to
worry about. That about judges down to Malik's favor. Yami, being
Pharaoh, and the King of Games, he could pull out a victory. . .from
somewhere.
Yami could win, if he would just watch some of the damn
wrestling that is on once in a while. Of course, being a 5,000 year-
old Pharaoh, Yami didn't know how to use a remote. (A/N: I swear! I
love Yami. I do. It's just fun to annoy his character. *smiles
innocently*)
After fifteen minutes of strangling the tape and getting
the paper patted down, Yuugi held up his gift so he could show the
whole world. Even though he was in his room. And that he was the
only one in his room. . .
Setting the gift by Yami's Soul Room door, Yuugi laughed
evilly. His laugh sounded the whole room, and then he crept away,
looking innocent.
Yami got home sometime later, his crimson eyes looking
proud. After twenty-seven tries, he had beaten Malik. Sighing, Yami
walked towards his soul room. The small gift was waiting by the door
still. Picking it up, Yami read the tag.
"To Yami.
From your hikari, Yuugi"
Blinking, Yami walked inside with the wrapped gift.
Anxiety overtook him, and he tore open the package.
It was a plushie. A plushie that looked stoned.
Being so smart, Yami pushed the little sticker that said,
'Press Me!' As the plushie talked, Yami threw it in the air. It
could talk!
"Tickle me, homo."
Yuugi stared. Homo? What the hell? It was supposed to
be. . .tickle me ELMO. Not tickle me homo.
Was Elmo gay?
When the plushie hit the floor, the torture started again.
"Tickle me, Homo. Hehehehe!"
Yami started to dislike this plushie.
"Tickle me, Homo."
Yuugi wanted to cry. He couldn't stop his laughing.
Sure, he felt somewhat sorry for Yami, but this was too great.
Yami glared at the plushie and pushed it again.
"Hehehehe! Tickle me Homo!"
Getting tired of this, Yami punched the plushie.
It kept repeating itself. Again, and again. Yami got a
crazy look in his eyes. It was too much.
"DIE PLUSHIE!" Yami sent it to the Shadow Realm.
Yuugi looked somewhat disappointed. Until Yami growled.
"You're next, hikari. That was revenge at it's highest. And
besides. . .the chocolate wasn't that good anyways."
~~~
Damn you, Ra. That wasn't funny.
R&R please and thanks. :D
Flame if you wish.
Disclaimer: Sucks, doesn't it?
I don't' own Yu-Gi-Oh.
. . .Or Sesame Street.
A/N: Well. Arian gave me the idea.
Homo- \Ho"mo-\
n 1: someone who practices homosexuality; having a sexual
attraction to persons of the same sex
That won't be the case. . .but. Yeah. I don't want to tell you why I
told you that.
~~~
As the sun revolved around the Earth, it shone brightly on
the planet. Giving it warmth, and light. In Domino, Japan, the sun's
rays followed on one boy, making a small shadow appear behind him. In
his hand, was a plastic bag. A little red plushie was in the bag.
It had a large orange nose, and round, beady eyes. The plush's
face had a large grin on it.
The boy, kept running, and finally came to his destination. The
Turtle Game Shop.
Setting his jacket in the closet, Yuugi Motou took his bag at
set it by his bed. Yami had given it to him for his birthday, even
though he was a little old for a 'Tickle Me Elmo' Plushie.
It was Yuugi's memento for Yami, even though he wasn't
dead. He lived in his puzzle. In his soul chamber. Alive as ever.
(A/N: In the Manga, Yuugi said the mil. puzzle was his Grandfather's
memento. Then Anzu screamed when she saw him at the Game Shop.
Hehe.)
Why a Tickle Me Elmo?
Yuugi needed revenge when Yami ate the last chocolate in the
whole damn house.
So.
Yuugi got the great idea of annoying Yami to hell, with
the plush. The random sayings of "Tickle Me, and, Hehehe." were
annoying, especially when Elmo kept saying it five hundred times.
Yuugi had wanted that bit of sugar. Yuugi needed his
sugar, or else he would be. . .
Un-Yuugi-ish.
Grabbing the tape and wrapping paper, Yuugi ran upstairs,
locking his door. He had to do this fast. He had told Yami to try
and beat Malik at a wrestling match. Yami was strong. Malik just had
a stronger hate for Yami, and also a certain psychopathic Yami to
worry about. That about judges down to Malik's favor. Yami, being
Pharaoh, and the King of Games, he could pull out a victory. . .from
somewhere.
Yami could win, if he would just watch some of the damn
wrestling that is on once in a while. Of course, being a 5,000 year-
old Pharaoh, Yami didn't know how to use a remote. (A/N: I swear! I
love Yami. I do. It's just fun to annoy his character. *smiles
innocently*)
After fifteen minutes of strangling the tape and getting
the paper patted down, Yuugi held up his gift so he could show the
whole world. Even though he was in his room. And that he was the
only one in his room. . .
Setting the gift by Yami's Soul Room door, Yuugi laughed
evilly. His laugh sounded the whole room, and then he crept away,
looking innocent.
Yami got home sometime later, his crimson eyes looking
proud. After twenty-seven tries, he had beaten Malik. Sighing, Yami
walked towards his soul room. The small gift was waiting by the door
still. Picking it up, Yami read the tag.
"To Yami.
From your hikari, Yuugi"
Blinking, Yami walked inside with the wrapped gift.
Anxiety overtook him, and he tore open the package.
It was a plushie. A plushie that looked stoned.
Being so smart, Yami pushed the little sticker that said,
'Press Me!' As the plushie talked, Yami threw it in the air. It
could talk!
"Tickle me, homo."
Yuugi stared. Homo? What the hell? It was supposed to
be. . .tickle me ELMO. Not tickle me homo.
Was Elmo gay?
When the plushie hit the floor, the torture started again.
"Tickle me, Homo. Hehehehe!"
Yami started to dislike this plushie.
"Tickle me, Homo."
Yuugi wanted to cry. He couldn't stop his laughing.
Sure, he felt somewhat sorry for Yami, but this was too great.
Yami glared at the plushie and pushed it again.
"Hehehehe! Tickle me Homo!"
Getting tired of this, Yami punched the plushie.
It kept repeating itself. Again, and again. Yami got a
crazy look in his eyes. It was too much.
"DIE PLUSHIE!" Yami sent it to the Shadow Realm.
Yuugi looked somewhat disappointed. Until Yami growled.
"You're next, hikari. That was revenge at it's highest. And
besides. . .the chocolate wasn't that good anyways."
~~~
Damn you, Ra. That wasn't funny.
R&R please and thanks. :D
Flame if you wish.