YPP: I wish you would stop writing new stories when your old ones aren't
finished.
PP: I told you, with this story, Losing Hermione and Forgiving Kaiba, I've already got at least the next two chapters, so it won't take time off from writing the others!!! Yeesh.
YPP: Whatever. But remember, I will get you.
PP: O.o For what?
YPP: Uh...I haven't figured that out yet.
PP: *sigh*
YPP: What? You can't rush a genius.
PP: You can't rush an idiot either, apparently.
YPP: Yup - Hey!!!
Disclaimer: Me no own Yu-Gi-Oh. Me sad.
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Camp Flamethrower
By Phire Phoenix
Chapter One
As The Plan begins to unfurl
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Bakura growled while lying on the bed in his soul room, loud enough for his Hikari to hear. His vessel had been bullied by his parents into attending something called...Camp. Bakura shuddered at the name alone. A convention for mortals who have nothing better to do during their summer than to splash in the water and tie ropes together, according to Ryou.
Bakura would've been quite happy if only Ryou didn't threaten to cut his sugar supply for a year if he hurt any of the kids. Now he was extremely bad mood. Not to mention the ride had been rather uncomfortable, what with all the mortals singing a song that never seems to end and that repeats itself countless times. He was tearing at his bedcovers in an attempt to stop himself from sending one of these Kodomo Baka to the Shadow Realm.
Ryou sighed, rubbing his temple. He'd been perceiving a murderous aura from his Yami ever since ten minutes into the ride. /Stop it Bakura!/ Ryou berated, communicating with Soul Speech. /You know you're not supposed to send any of these 'idiot children' as you so charmingly put it, to the Shadow Realm./ He prayed that by the time these three weeks were over, everyone would still have their souls intact, something he seriously doubted. /How about this?/ Bakura retorted angrily, sitting up on the bed and throwing a pillow against the wall. /I send everyone here, including YOU to the Shadow Realm and enjoy what's left of the life that you and that stupid pharaoh ruined?/
Ryou gulped. He did NOT like where this is going. Bakura smirked. If Ryou were sent to the Shadow Realm, then Bakura wouldn't benefit either, because the millennium item could not be taken by force, and therefore Bakura would be trapped on a corpse's body forever. But there was no need for his Hikari to know that.
The bus screeched to a halt, making them all lurch forward. Ryou hit his head on the seat in front of him as he looked around. /Watch what you're doing, you Baka! / Bakura snapped, though he deemed the situation to be quite amusing. /I'm in this body, too, so while you're at it, take good care of it! / Ryou grumbled an assent and proceeded to grab his bag from the luggage rack. A few girls bumped into him from behind, making Bakura spit out a string of Egyptian obscenities.
"Bakura!" Ryou protested indignantly, forgetting for a moment to use Soul Speech. Upon seeing the girls' strange expressions, he quickly added "...Is my name. Pleased to meet you!" The group shot him a withering glance and pushed past him, muttering something about 'losers'. In the soul room, Bakura was laughing his head off, banging his fist on the floor, the girls' previous offences already forgotten. Ryou groaned and dragged his suitcase off the bus. These three weeks were going to pass reeeaaaal slowly...
***
"And we hope that you will have an enjoyable stay." Ryou's head dropped, and he jerked awake. His Yami was still sleeping, not causing trouble for once. He glanced at his watch, yawning. The camp councillor, who seemed completely unaware of the gently sound of snoring drifting around the room, had been talking for twenty minutes already. Ryou gave a guilty start. He'd dozed through three fourths of the speech, most of which had been about how great Camp Blue mount is. "Now run along to your cabins. If you didn't catch your name, it's on the bulletin board over there." Many people' heads snapped up and over half of the kids in the hall proceeded towards the board the councillor had pointed to. 'Whoops' Ryou thought to himself as he walked out the room. 'Guess they should've given him a chance before going right to sleep.' HE'd heard his name and his cabin, but only because his last name is Bakura and relatively high on the list.
***
"I didn't kill your hamster pharaoh, I honestly didn't!" Bakura yelped as he woke rather suddenly from his nap. He looked around. "Oh." Ryou had already finished laying out his stuff and had plunged on the bed when his Yami woke. "So that mortal finished talking, huh?" Bakura asked nonchalantly, in an attempt to lead the attention away from the crime he committed five thousand years ago. "He must've been the most boring mortal I've ever - " He was cut off by Ryou, who was smirking rather uncharacteristically.
"Our conscience catching up to us, isn't it?" He asked amusedly, arching an eyebrow fractionally. Then he thought about what Bakura said. "Hamster?" He inquired, his eyebrow now threatening to jump off his face and leave its twin behind. Everyone, well, perhaps not Joey or Tristan, but everyone else knew that Egyptians worshipped cats like gods, but uh, Hamsters? There was something you don't hear everyday! And for a pharaoh, no less.
"He liked 'em, ok?" Bakura muttered. "That stupid pharaoh loved Hamsters, plus he wanted to be different. So I killed it. It was an insult to cats. I mean...You didn't hear that." He sighed, then his face took on a completely different hue. "One word..." Bakura threatened, baring his teeth. Ryou's smile widened, surprising Bakura. "Torturing me would be mild in comparison to what the pharaoh will do to you if he found out." The darker half glared at his Hikari. This was unusually daring of him. Being with other Bakas like him must boost his confidence a lot.
"Fine, I won't hurt anyb- any kids..." He sneered. A plan was already forming in his mind. And judging by the demonic smile playing about his lips, somebody was going to get real unhappy real soon. Fortunately, that is, fortunately for Bakura and the plot of this story, Ryou didn't see the little smirk. Otherwise he might've tried to stop him, and that would've ruined everything.
'Foolish Mortals' Bakura told himself. '...No ambitions, sissies, every one of them. Not even satanic, at least nothing, which his instinctive senses could pick up. And they picked up a lot! Oh well. If you want a job done, do it yourself.' Bakura intended to get this job done all right. He didn't have time for his goody two shoe Hikari who was busy writing a postcard to his parents, although he said goodbye to them only three hours ago. Pathetic, really, a fact Bakura didn't bother mentioning as he snuck out of his soul room.
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PP: I know this chapter's a bit short, but I will get them done! Consider this a prologue. The next couple of chapters will be centred on Bakura and Ryou. Then, as soon as Bakura's plan starts to work, the rest of the YGO gang comes in.
YPP: *Drool*
PP: BACK OFF!!! THE ALBINO DUDES ARE MINE!!!
YPP: I was drooling about Mokuba, Kaiba, Yugi, Yami, Malik and Marik.
PP: *Sneer* But there's no way in hell I'm putting any OC's in this story.
YPP: Damn.
PP: And by the way, it's going to be the COMPLETE and I mean COMPLETE gang, as far as I know...
Characters: Ryou, Bakura, Mokuba, Kaiba, Yugi, Yami, Tristan, Joey, Serenity, Isis, Shadi, Pegasus, Croquet, Malik, Marik, and sadly, Tea.
If I forgot anyone, please tell me.
YPP: You did: Asophyre...
PP: Asoph...NO WAY!
YPP: Aww...And if you hate Tea so much, why put her in the story at all?
PP: Because a good Yu-Gi-Oh fic needs torturing.
YPP: But you've got so many un-hot guys to torture, like Pegasus, Shadi, Croquet, Tristan...
(Don't kill me)
P+S+C+T: ¬_¬'
PP: I told you, with this story, Losing Hermione and Forgiving Kaiba, I've already got at least the next two chapters, so it won't take time off from writing the others!!! Yeesh.
YPP: Whatever. But remember, I will get you.
PP: O.o For what?
YPP: Uh...I haven't figured that out yet.
PP: *sigh*
YPP: What? You can't rush a genius.
PP: You can't rush an idiot either, apparently.
YPP: Yup - Hey!!!
Disclaimer: Me no own Yu-Gi-Oh. Me sad.
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Camp Flamethrower
By Phire Phoenix
Chapter One
As The Plan begins to unfurl
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bakura growled while lying on the bed in his soul room, loud enough for his Hikari to hear. His vessel had been bullied by his parents into attending something called...Camp. Bakura shuddered at the name alone. A convention for mortals who have nothing better to do during their summer than to splash in the water and tie ropes together, according to Ryou.
Bakura would've been quite happy if only Ryou didn't threaten to cut his sugar supply for a year if he hurt any of the kids. Now he was extremely bad mood. Not to mention the ride had been rather uncomfortable, what with all the mortals singing a song that never seems to end and that repeats itself countless times. He was tearing at his bedcovers in an attempt to stop himself from sending one of these Kodomo Baka to the Shadow Realm.
Ryou sighed, rubbing his temple. He'd been perceiving a murderous aura from his Yami ever since ten minutes into the ride. /Stop it Bakura!/ Ryou berated, communicating with Soul Speech. /You know you're not supposed to send any of these 'idiot children' as you so charmingly put it, to the Shadow Realm./ He prayed that by the time these three weeks were over, everyone would still have their souls intact, something he seriously doubted. /How about this?/ Bakura retorted angrily, sitting up on the bed and throwing a pillow against the wall. /I send everyone here, including YOU to the Shadow Realm and enjoy what's left of the life that you and that stupid pharaoh ruined?/
Ryou gulped. He did NOT like where this is going. Bakura smirked. If Ryou were sent to the Shadow Realm, then Bakura wouldn't benefit either, because the millennium item could not be taken by force, and therefore Bakura would be trapped on a corpse's body forever. But there was no need for his Hikari to know that.
The bus screeched to a halt, making them all lurch forward. Ryou hit his head on the seat in front of him as he looked around. /Watch what you're doing, you Baka! / Bakura snapped, though he deemed the situation to be quite amusing. /I'm in this body, too, so while you're at it, take good care of it! / Ryou grumbled an assent and proceeded to grab his bag from the luggage rack. A few girls bumped into him from behind, making Bakura spit out a string of Egyptian obscenities.
"Bakura!" Ryou protested indignantly, forgetting for a moment to use Soul Speech. Upon seeing the girls' strange expressions, he quickly added "...Is my name. Pleased to meet you!" The group shot him a withering glance and pushed past him, muttering something about 'losers'. In the soul room, Bakura was laughing his head off, banging his fist on the floor, the girls' previous offences already forgotten. Ryou groaned and dragged his suitcase off the bus. These three weeks were going to pass reeeaaaal slowly...
***
"And we hope that you will have an enjoyable stay." Ryou's head dropped, and he jerked awake. His Yami was still sleeping, not causing trouble for once. He glanced at his watch, yawning. The camp councillor, who seemed completely unaware of the gently sound of snoring drifting around the room, had been talking for twenty minutes already. Ryou gave a guilty start. He'd dozed through three fourths of the speech, most of which had been about how great Camp Blue mount is. "Now run along to your cabins. If you didn't catch your name, it's on the bulletin board over there." Many people' heads snapped up and over half of the kids in the hall proceeded towards the board the councillor had pointed to. 'Whoops' Ryou thought to himself as he walked out the room. 'Guess they should've given him a chance before going right to sleep.' HE'd heard his name and his cabin, but only because his last name is Bakura and relatively high on the list.
***
"I didn't kill your hamster pharaoh, I honestly didn't!" Bakura yelped as he woke rather suddenly from his nap. He looked around. "Oh." Ryou had already finished laying out his stuff and had plunged on the bed when his Yami woke. "So that mortal finished talking, huh?" Bakura asked nonchalantly, in an attempt to lead the attention away from the crime he committed five thousand years ago. "He must've been the most boring mortal I've ever - " He was cut off by Ryou, who was smirking rather uncharacteristically.
"Our conscience catching up to us, isn't it?" He asked amusedly, arching an eyebrow fractionally. Then he thought about what Bakura said. "Hamster?" He inquired, his eyebrow now threatening to jump off his face and leave its twin behind. Everyone, well, perhaps not Joey or Tristan, but everyone else knew that Egyptians worshipped cats like gods, but uh, Hamsters? There was something you don't hear everyday! And for a pharaoh, no less.
"He liked 'em, ok?" Bakura muttered. "That stupid pharaoh loved Hamsters, plus he wanted to be different. So I killed it. It was an insult to cats. I mean...You didn't hear that." He sighed, then his face took on a completely different hue. "One word..." Bakura threatened, baring his teeth. Ryou's smile widened, surprising Bakura. "Torturing me would be mild in comparison to what the pharaoh will do to you if he found out." The darker half glared at his Hikari. This was unusually daring of him. Being with other Bakas like him must boost his confidence a lot.
"Fine, I won't hurt anyb- any kids..." He sneered. A plan was already forming in his mind. And judging by the demonic smile playing about his lips, somebody was going to get real unhappy real soon. Fortunately, that is, fortunately for Bakura and the plot of this story, Ryou didn't see the little smirk. Otherwise he might've tried to stop him, and that would've ruined everything.
'Foolish Mortals' Bakura told himself. '...No ambitions, sissies, every one of them. Not even satanic, at least nothing, which his instinctive senses could pick up. And they picked up a lot! Oh well. If you want a job done, do it yourself.' Bakura intended to get this job done all right. He didn't have time for his goody two shoe Hikari who was busy writing a postcard to his parents, although he said goodbye to them only three hours ago. Pathetic, really, a fact Bakura didn't bother mentioning as he snuck out of his soul room.
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PP: I know this chapter's a bit short, but I will get them done! Consider this a prologue. The next couple of chapters will be centred on Bakura and Ryou. Then, as soon as Bakura's plan starts to work, the rest of the YGO gang comes in.
YPP: *Drool*
PP: BACK OFF!!! THE ALBINO DUDES ARE MINE!!!
YPP: I was drooling about Mokuba, Kaiba, Yugi, Yami, Malik and Marik.
PP: *Sneer* But there's no way in hell I'm putting any OC's in this story.
YPP: Damn.
PP: And by the way, it's going to be the COMPLETE and I mean COMPLETE gang, as far as I know...
Characters: Ryou, Bakura, Mokuba, Kaiba, Yugi, Yami, Tristan, Joey, Serenity, Isis, Shadi, Pegasus, Croquet, Malik, Marik, and sadly, Tea.
If I forgot anyone, please tell me.
YPP: You did: Asophyre...
PP: Asoph...NO WAY!
YPP: Aww...And if you hate Tea so much, why put her in the story at all?
PP: Because a good Yu-Gi-Oh fic needs torturing.
YPP: But you've got so many un-hot guys to torture, like Pegasus, Shadi, Croquet, Tristan...
(Don't kill me)
P+S+C+T: ¬_¬'