Bakura Goes to Fast Food Restaurants
Part I-FasTaco
By Livi {ania}
A/N: I'm evil. Anyways, this is what would happen if Bakura went to various fast food joints. In this fic, there is much chaos and flagrant use of the word McJob. No actual fast food workers were harmed in the making of this fic.
Ryou=hikari no Bakura Bakura=yami no Bakura
Disclaimer: Do I look like a Japanese guy to you? *points to her skinny white girl self* No, I don't think so. I don't own YGO. If you do, I'm willing to buy it. I'll give you $60 in quarters, which just about sums up my actual worldly possessions.
~~^Bakura's POV
The girl at the counter is staring at me. I don't like this. She's plotting to kill me! I know it! Don't deny it, you know it too!
"Are you gonna order this century?" She glares at me, and spares a glance to Ryou who appears to be entranced by the menu, and avoiding looking as if he's with me. "Hurry up, there's people in line and this is lunch hour."
I growl, "I'd like the Beefy Nachos, hold the beef, and a regular drink." She goes to her cash register, punching in Cheesy Nachos and a regular drink. "I want the BEEFY Nachos, hold the beef! Not the Cheesy Nachos."
She rolls her eyes at me, "It's the same thing! And just ordering the Cheesy Nachos saves you twenty cents."
I lean up in her face, and start screaming, "I DON'T WANT THE CHEESY NACHOS! GIVE ME THE BEEFY NACHOS BEFORE I SEND YOU TO THE SHADOW REALM!!!"
Recoiling, she speaks again, "I'm standing right freakin' here! Stop YELLING IN MY EAR! Just take the STUPID CHEESY NACHOS ALREADY!!!" She has them in her hand, sitting on a tray, looking as if she wants to fling them into my face and grind the chips into her eyes. She certainly looks dumb enough to try.
"I WILL NOT! I refuse to take the CHEESY NACHOS!!! CHEESY Nachos are the source of all that is wrong with this country! Give me BEEFY Nachos HOLD THE BEEF!!!" My knife is now out and my hand is shaking wildly. I bet this girl's in league with the Pharaoh, or someone even worse. She's EVIL!!! EVIL I tell you! I want my Beefy Nachos! Hold the beef!
"ARGH! You SOB! I do not do this stupid McJob for my own enjoyment! I'm trying to save you money! I'm helping you out, imbecile. Take the nachos, and call them whatever you want! Call 'em the Queen of England! Just take them, give me the money, and LEAVE!!!" Now she's leaning into my face. I think she's about to have an apoplexy or something. She's very read, and this one side of her face is twitching. I'm about to tell her she may want to go to a doctor to see about that.
"Oh, yeah!" I burst out suddenly, "Ryou! You haven't ordered yet!"
His chocolaty eyes widen. I think he was glad we had forgotten him standing there. The ignoring us bit and all. "Uh, I'd like a Nacho Salad Special, hold the tomatoes and sour cream, with extra beef and cheese," he mumbles, barely audible. Actually, I'm standing a few centimeters from him, and I'm only fairly sure that's what he said.
"Can you please repeat that?" asks the flustered clerk.
"No he can't repeat that!" I yell, as Ryou moans in the background, "Make him what he ordered. And it better be right," I hiss, narrowing my eyes at the paragon of deceit standing behind the counter.
"Look weirdo, I HAVE NO FREAKIN' CLUE WHAT HE SAID!!!" She's screaming hysterically again, "JUST LET HIM REPEAT IT!"
But, contrary to her words, she instantly goes back to the little set up thing and starts making something. Then she turns back to us and throws it at my hikari.
"TAKE IT AND GO!" She yells at him, before turning to me, "YOU TAKE YOUR STUPID FREAKIN' NACHOS AND GO TO!" Then she turns to the back of the restaurant and screams, "I QUIT THIS MCJOB! I'M LEAVING! I'M GOING HOME AND LOOKING IN THE YELLOW PAGES FOR A PSYCHIATRIST!"
Then, she leaps over the counter in one move and runs out the door crying. I turn to Ryou and say, "I didn't get a fork." He groans and just kind of collapses to the floor. Eventually he stands and goes out the door, beckoning me to follow him. I do, hoping he doesn't notice I stole his food and ate it.
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A/N: There ya go. Pointless, ne? Well, you all know what to do with that little purple box. If I get enough reviews I'll continue!
Part I-FasTaco
By Livi {ania}
A/N: I'm evil. Anyways, this is what would happen if Bakura went to various fast food joints. In this fic, there is much chaos and flagrant use of the word McJob. No actual fast food workers were harmed in the making of this fic.
Ryou=hikari no Bakura Bakura=yami no Bakura
Disclaimer: Do I look like a Japanese guy to you? *points to her skinny white girl self* No, I don't think so. I don't own YGO. If you do, I'm willing to buy it. I'll give you $60 in quarters, which just about sums up my actual worldly possessions.
~~^Bakura's POV
The girl at the counter is staring at me. I don't like this. She's plotting to kill me! I know it! Don't deny it, you know it too!
"Are you gonna order this century?" She glares at me, and spares a glance to Ryou who appears to be entranced by the menu, and avoiding looking as if he's with me. "Hurry up, there's people in line and this is lunch hour."
I growl, "I'd like the Beefy Nachos, hold the beef, and a regular drink." She goes to her cash register, punching in Cheesy Nachos and a regular drink. "I want the BEEFY Nachos, hold the beef! Not the Cheesy Nachos."
She rolls her eyes at me, "It's the same thing! And just ordering the Cheesy Nachos saves you twenty cents."
I lean up in her face, and start screaming, "I DON'T WANT THE CHEESY NACHOS! GIVE ME THE BEEFY NACHOS BEFORE I SEND YOU TO THE SHADOW REALM!!!"
Recoiling, she speaks again, "I'm standing right freakin' here! Stop YELLING IN MY EAR! Just take the STUPID CHEESY NACHOS ALREADY!!!" She has them in her hand, sitting on a tray, looking as if she wants to fling them into my face and grind the chips into her eyes. She certainly looks dumb enough to try.
"I WILL NOT! I refuse to take the CHEESY NACHOS!!! CHEESY Nachos are the source of all that is wrong with this country! Give me BEEFY Nachos HOLD THE BEEF!!!" My knife is now out and my hand is shaking wildly. I bet this girl's in league with the Pharaoh, or someone even worse. She's EVIL!!! EVIL I tell you! I want my Beefy Nachos! Hold the beef!
"ARGH! You SOB! I do not do this stupid McJob for my own enjoyment! I'm trying to save you money! I'm helping you out, imbecile. Take the nachos, and call them whatever you want! Call 'em the Queen of England! Just take them, give me the money, and LEAVE!!!" Now she's leaning into my face. I think she's about to have an apoplexy or something. She's very read, and this one side of her face is twitching. I'm about to tell her she may want to go to a doctor to see about that.
"Oh, yeah!" I burst out suddenly, "Ryou! You haven't ordered yet!"
His chocolaty eyes widen. I think he was glad we had forgotten him standing there. The ignoring us bit and all. "Uh, I'd like a Nacho Salad Special, hold the tomatoes and sour cream, with extra beef and cheese," he mumbles, barely audible. Actually, I'm standing a few centimeters from him, and I'm only fairly sure that's what he said.
"Can you please repeat that?" asks the flustered clerk.
"No he can't repeat that!" I yell, as Ryou moans in the background, "Make him what he ordered. And it better be right," I hiss, narrowing my eyes at the paragon of deceit standing behind the counter.
"Look weirdo, I HAVE NO FREAKIN' CLUE WHAT HE SAID!!!" She's screaming hysterically again, "JUST LET HIM REPEAT IT!"
But, contrary to her words, she instantly goes back to the little set up thing and starts making something. Then she turns back to us and throws it at my hikari.
"TAKE IT AND GO!" She yells at him, before turning to me, "YOU TAKE YOUR STUPID FREAKIN' NACHOS AND GO TO!" Then she turns to the back of the restaurant and screams, "I QUIT THIS MCJOB! I'M LEAVING! I'M GOING HOME AND LOOKING IN THE YELLOW PAGES FOR A PSYCHIATRIST!"
Then, she leaps over the counter in one move and runs out the door crying. I turn to Ryou and say, "I didn't get a fork." He groans and just kind of collapses to the floor. Eventually he stands and goes out the door, beckoning me to follow him. I do, hoping he doesn't notice I stole his food and ate it.
~~^
A/N: There ya go. Pointless, ne? Well, you all know what to do with that little purple box. If I get enough reviews I'll continue!