Maistwin: Thanks for the reviews! I have limited time to do this, so now lets read the story!
Now to the story!
Yuji Motoh, Yugi's dad, was a practical man. There wasn't any strange happening that he couldn't give a logical explanation to. Samira Motoh, Yugi's mom, was pretty much the same way. Neither of them believed in magic. What a pair to have a son that must. After all, if Yugi didn't, he still probably wouldn't know Yami.
Day 2
Yugi sat on the bed in the guest room he was renting. He was trying to have some peace and quiet but was failing miserably. Yami kept on asking stupid questions and disturbing whatever peace Yugi had.
; What's that? ;
Yami asked through the mind link. Yugi rolled his eyes.
: That Yami is a computer. :
; Oh. What does it do? ;
: Yami, go over and look at the manual if you want to know so bad. :
; Well, I'm not capable of doing that in sprite form... ;
Yami sent something of a smirk through their mind link.
: Wha...? That's...! Oh well, go ahead. :
Yugi's bangs shot up and his eyes narrowed.
: Whatever you do, don't get us caught! :
"All right Yugi." Yami said aloud.
He got up and stretched, then went over to the computer manual. His reading speed his about 20x better than the average humans. He flipped through the pages so fast that Yugi's sprite eyes could hardly keep up.
About 40 seconds later...
Yugi, still hovering in sprite mode, almost fainted.
: Yami? :
; Yes Yugi? ;
: Are you, finished? :
; Yes. ;
: That, was a 750 page computer manual. :
; Is that supposed to be a lot? ;
: Um, in some cultures...YES! What the heck did they tech you wherever you grew up? :
; ...I have no idea. ;
Yugi just gaped.
: And yet another thing to add to the weird Yami list. :
; I heard that. ;
There was a knock on the guest/Yugi's room door.
"Yugi! Dinner!"
For a minute, Yami, who is still in full control of Yugi's body, panicked.
"Urk..."
"Yugi Motoh! Get out here NOW!"
Yami, out of pure stupidity instinct (must have been a trouble-maker as a child), bolted the door shut.
: Nice move Yami. :
; Thanks. ;
: I was being sarcastic. :
Yugi's mom, being the slightly odd mother that she was, grabbed her chain saw located in her back pocket. She kept the saw there just for occasions such as this. So, by the time she had the door down, Yugi was back in control of his body.
"Ok mom, what's for dinner?"
If looks could kill, Yugi would be dead and gone to heaven. His mother's glare could of frightened Goliath.
"I had to knock down this door to get in here, now you'd better go to the kitchen RIGHT NOW! So, MARCH!"
Yugi, knowing what's good for him, sprinted as fast as he could down the hallway and into the kitchen.
Dinner...
Mrs. Motoh had spread out onto the table salad, burgers, and...
-Insert scary music here-
Her dreaded, mystery casserole. (A.N. I'm expressing to the world how much I hate casserole)
Yami, looking over Yugi's shoulder in sprite mode, wondered what was giving off such a horrid smell.
; Yugi, what is that...thing? ;
: It's my mom's casserole. There should be a warning sign on it that says "Don't eat unless you're already dead." Wait a minute, I know who that qualifies... :
Yami's eyes went wide.
; You wouldn't make me... ;
Before they could argue any longer,, Yugi was brought back to earth by Mr. Motoh's fingers snapping in his face.
"Your mom's cooking got you in a daze?"
"Um, something like that."
Yugi took his place at the table. He was about to take a couple of burgers (my sources tell me that that's his favorite) when his mother plopped a plate of casserole in front of him.
"No burgers 'till you eat the casserole."
Yugi winced at first, then retreated into his soul room to persuade Yami to do something for him.
Yami's soul room...
"Oh Yami?"
Yami was resting, and almost fell off the stone thing he was sleeping on.
"Zzz...?!"
"You are the King of Games, right?"
"Of course. It's in the name. Why would you ask?"
"How about we do a little, friendly bet?"
Yugi did his best to look innocent.
"Now what would that be?" Yami asked, looking suspiciously at his other half.
"We play the Japanese Crab Game. Whoever loses has to eat mom's casserole."
Yami looked bored.
"And what if I don't want to play?"
"Is the King of Games afraid of a challenge?"
Yami gulped.
"Me? No, just afraid of your mom's cooking."
"Ok, than we can start."
-I really don't want to go through the details, just that Yami put his hand down on a sharp rock, and while he was nursing his hand, Yugi won. -
"WHAT THE HECK! HOW COULD I LOSE!"
Yugi had an evil grin planted on his face.
"Looks like you have to eat my mom's casserole."
The grin stayed put while his mom in the real world got irritated that Yugi continued to stare blankly at his food.
"Yugi? Are you going to sit there until we have another ice age? The casserole isn't going to eat itself you know." She told him.
Yugi got up.
"Do you mind if I eat this over there?" He asked, pointing to the table at the other end of the room. It was exactly the same as the one he was currently sitting at, only facing the other direction. Both of his parents sweatdroped.
"Um, Sure Yugi. Just eat the casserole."
"Don't worry, I'll eat it."
He went over to the other table, faced the other way, and put Yami in control.
; Yugi? Do I really have to eat this? ;
Yami wined through the link, cringing at the nauseating smell coming from the food.
: Yep. You're the one that lost. Now, hup-two! :
Yami growled at Yugi, then shoved the first spoonful into his mouth.
; Yuck! This tastes like glue! ;
: Oh well, that's your problem. Anyway, you have to finish all of it. So keep on eating! :
In the end...
Yami ate all of the casserole. Then he ran to the bathroom. This led his parents to wonder why Yugi looked different.
"I don't remember Yugi having spikes..."
Yuji Motoh wondered aloud.
"Wind." Samira said.
"Well, that's probably true."
And then they both went to read the paper.
Stay Tuned...
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