Ch.2 carrot
Disclaimer: I would probably lose my sanity (or what little there is of it
left) if I owned these characters. So I proudly state that yu-gi-oh is not
mine. I do not want to own them
Kokoru: sure, that's what you want them to think.
Tunisa: *thinks* pretty much, yeah
Kokoru: *sweatdrops*
Warnings: same as last except no sap (I think) *scratches chin* I can't
think of anything else
Kokoru: what's with the title?
Tunisa: don't worry about it, the title won't make sense till the end of
the chapter, so start reading already!
Tristan shoulders slumped, but almost instantly perked as he thought, Hey! Joey and me can go out and do something! He hopped onto his bike and rode over to Joey's.
He got there quickly and knocked on the door. There was no answer, but the noises inside gave hints of life. He knocked again. This time Joey poked his head out [1]. The blonde smiled, "Oh, hey, Tristan! I'm kinda.busy right now. Can you come back later?
Yugi's voice echoed to the door. "Come on Joey! Hurry up!"
Joey yelled back, "Just a minute, Yuge!"
"What are you doing in there?" Tristan asked suspiciously.
"Nothing.um, I have to go. Bye!" Joey pulled his head back inside and closed the door.
Tristan heard an odd groaning sound then Joey saying, "It's not fair! Why am I always stuck at the bottom?!"
Yami's voice responded. "That's just the way it works, Joey."
"Yeah but I thought that with Yuge here I would get higher, but here I am, still underneath both of you guys!"
Tristan gave an involuntary shudder at the thought of what they were doing and quickly left.
Inside, the boys continued with their-you guessed it-game of 'chutes and ladders.'[2] ~ ~ ~ Seto brushed off his dark blue trench coat and headed for the door. He opened it and immediately felt three sharp raps on his head that were meant for the door. He sneered at the brunette who had done it. "Out of my way, Taylor."
"Sorry, I was hoping you wouldn't be busy."
The CEO's eyes grew slightly wider at the suggestion in the teen's voice. He was apparently looking for a lie-in. As seme. No way, no how he was letting that happen. "Well, for your information, I'm on my way to see the puppy [3] right now."
"Okay then." Tristan sighed as Seto hurried past him. Then yet another idea popped into his head. Tea! He pulled out his cell phone and started dialing. 555-61-. He instantly stopped and smacked his forehead. What am I thinking? I must be desperate! He walked down to his motorcycle, stuck his key in the ignition, and turned it. Nothing happened. Oh, great. Now I have to walk home.
He began trudging along the road, in the now dark. After about a half an hour, he ran into Malik. Literally. "Oh, hi Malik! Sorry about that." someone tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around. It was Yami Malik. Holding a carrot. Trying, and failing rather badly, to make a joke, Tristan said, "What's up, doc?"
"DIE!" With the magnificent battle cry, Yami Malik lunged at Tristan with the carrot, impaling him in the chest with it. Tristan fell onto his back, dead.
Malik walked over. "Why did you kill him?"
"Since when have I needed a reason to kill someone before?" He retorted.
"You don't need a reason," The sandy-blonde explained, "I was just wondering."
Yami Malik sighed, "All right, if you must know, I didn't want him to steal you from me, Aibou."
Malik quickly glomped his dark side, then, just as quickly, stood up and brushed himself off. He eyed the carrot mischievously. A twitch came from the body that was Tristan, as Malik pulled the carrot from it. He held it up and examined it for several seconds, plotting evilly.
"Let's go home, yami," Malik pulled Yami Malik off the ground, then, held up the carrot and began laughing derisively. "This has possibilities." [1] yes, only his head [2] I know what you were thinking, Hentai! [3] puppy! a.k.a. you know who Tunisa:.? Kokoru: Why are *you * confused? Tunisa: Because I don't remember writing any of that..; Kokoru: . Yami Malik: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *runs by screaming and waving arms* Malik: * chasing after him, waving carrot* Wait! I just wanted to make a salad! *smirks evilly* Tunisa & Kokoru: *sweatdrops* That's SICK, Malik!
Tristan shoulders slumped, but almost instantly perked as he thought, Hey! Joey and me can go out and do something! He hopped onto his bike and rode over to Joey's.
He got there quickly and knocked on the door. There was no answer, but the noises inside gave hints of life. He knocked again. This time Joey poked his head out [1]. The blonde smiled, "Oh, hey, Tristan! I'm kinda.busy right now. Can you come back later?
Yugi's voice echoed to the door. "Come on Joey! Hurry up!"
Joey yelled back, "Just a minute, Yuge!"
"What are you doing in there?" Tristan asked suspiciously.
"Nothing.um, I have to go. Bye!" Joey pulled his head back inside and closed the door.
Tristan heard an odd groaning sound then Joey saying, "It's not fair! Why am I always stuck at the bottom?!"
Yami's voice responded. "That's just the way it works, Joey."
"Yeah but I thought that with Yuge here I would get higher, but here I am, still underneath both of you guys!"
Tristan gave an involuntary shudder at the thought of what they were doing and quickly left.
Inside, the boys continued with their-you guessed it-game of 'chutes and ladders.'[2] ~ ~ ~ Seto brushed off his dark blue trench coat and headed for the door. He opened it and immediately felt three sharp raps on his head that were meant for the door. He sneered at the brunette who had done it. "Out of my way, Taylor."
"Sorry, I was hoping you wouldn't be busy."
The CEO's eyes grew slightly wider at the suggestion in the teen's voice. He was apparently looking for a lie-in. As seme. No way, no how he was letting that happen. "Well, for your information, I'm on my way to see the puppy [3] right now."
"Okay then." Tristan sighed as Seto hurried past him. Then yet another idea popped into his head. Tea! He pulled out his cell phone and started dialing. 555-61-. He instantly stopped and smacked his forehead. What am I thinking? I must be desperate! He walked down to his motorcycle, stuck his key in the ignition, and turned it. Nothing happened. Oh, great. Now I have to walk home.
He began trudging along the road, in the now dark. After about a half an hour, he ran into Malik. Literally. "Oh, hi Malik! Sorry about that." someone tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around. It was Yami Malik. Holding a carrot. Trying, and failing rather badly, to make a joke, Tristan said, "What's up, doc?"
"DIE!" With the magnificent battle cry, Yami Malik lunged at Tristan with the carrot, impaling him in the chest with it. Tristan fell onto his back, dead.
Malik walked over. "Why did you kill him?"
"Since when have I needed a reason to kill someone before?" He retorted.
"You don't need a reason," The sandy-blonde explained, "I was just wondering."
Yami Malik sighed, "All right, if you must know, I didn't want him to steal you from me, Aibou."
Malik quickly glomped his dark side, then, just as quickly, stood up and brushed himself off. He eyed the carrot mischievously. A twitch came from the body that was Tristan, as Malik pulled the carrot from it. He held it up and examined it for several seconds, plotting evilly.
"Let's go home, yami," Malik pulled Yami Malik off the ground, then, held up the carrot and began laughing derisively. "This has possibilities." [1] yes, only his head [2] I know what you were thinking, Hentai! [3] puppy! a.k.a. you know who Tunisa:.? Kokoru: Why are *you * confused? Tunisa: Because I don't remember writing any of that..; Kokoru: . Yami Malik: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *runs by screaming and waving arms* Malik: * chasing after him, waving carrot* Wait! I just wanted to make a salad! *smirks evilly* Tunisa & Kokoru: *sweatdrops* That's SICK, Malik!
