Suffice to say, I don't own Yugi-Oh. Rats.
This little ficlet bashed me over the head and wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it down. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
"Kuriboh! Kuriboh, will you chill? Please? Damn it, what's gotten into him?" the Dark Magician demanded. "He's vibrating so fast I could swear he's multiplying even without the magic card!"
"Um…" A small hand went up.
"Dark Magician Girl?" The elder magician's face took on a look of exasperation. "What is it this time?"
The girl shifted uncomfortably. "Well, I only thought… it is named after him, after all…" She pulled a cardboard cup from behind her back. It was stamped with a logo reading Caribou Coffee. "Though I admit the spelling isn't exactly right."
The Flame Swordsman rolled his eyes. "Please tell me that's not a large."
Dark Magician Girl coughed. "…with an extra shot of espresso. Or two…"
The trio ducked as the little ball of fluff whirred by overhead, nearly scalping them.
The Dark Magician scooped up his hat and planted it firmly back on his head. "Next time you get a brilliant idea about giving a monster caffeine," he sighed, "don't."
"Ah." His young apprentice looked discomfited. "So I shouldn't have given Lava Battleguard that Red Bull?"