Title: 'Don't Lick the Walls'
Authoress: T-R-Us
Rating: K+
Summary: The Yu-Gi-Oh crew get a little sugar high, and one by one join Yami in his ultimate candy hiding place - the girl's bathroom.
Disclaimer: Yep. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. To tell the truth, I don't really even watch it. And I don't own any of the cards. In fact, there's no reason for me to have written this fic – weird, huh?
Authoress's Notes: Hello. Some of you may remember this as a script fic, well, it's not one anymore. I must say, 'Don't Lick the Walls' is dedicated to the science office of my old high school, (it had a sign posted on the wall that said, "Do Not Lick the Wall".) Oh, and this story is sorta meant to be juvenile, that's the whole point.
Yami Yugi, known widely as just plain Yami, had a problem. In fact he had two. And both of these problems involved sugar. Actually, that was his first problem. He needed sugar. But Yami's even bigger problem involved not knowing how to acquire sugar to solve his little problem. And so, our story starts with Yami alone... and pondering.
"I feel so... depressed..." He sniffled with remorse, "I suppose I must get sugar high. But how?" He said to himself. It was a horrible habit he had, but being locked up in someone like Yugi's head, well, talking to yourself became a way of life.
Suddenly, that ever so friendly light bulb appeared - and that light bulb said, "Blink."
"What?" Yami was shocked. Light bulbs actually say 'blink'? But then it hit him. Literally. "I GET IT! The idea has HIT ME! I'll blackmail Kaiba into giving me lot's of money... so that I can BUY sugar!" Because of course, buying sugar is much easier than stealing sugar, a thought that hadn't even crossed dear Yami's mind. And so, he began to write a letter.
'Dear Kaiba,
Give me 20 million now. I know you have a little brother!'
And the letter was mailed, with an evil cackle. Returning from the post box, Yami was met by an anxious Yugi.
"Yami? What are you doing? Come on... Tell me!"
To which Yami replied by merely running, and screaming...
