The Rock God, Part 4
Here it is, part 4! Enjoy :)
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Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh or any of its characters. I also don't own 'On Top of Spaghetti' or 'he Underwear Song'.
Last time...
Grinning to myself, I stared at Kaiba, looking right into his beautiful blue eyes. YES I just said that. I am attracted to him. Who can blame me? I just find trench coats attractive!
With a quick, skilful use of my awesome magic, I disappeared right in front of their eyes.
Coolness +1
Ohhh yeah!
My plans to build an awesome band were well underway!
Now, on with the story...
"On top of spaghettiii... all covered with cheese..."
My beautiful voice rang through the clouds as I prepared my stuff for my second day at school. I had just been out and had a fabulous shopping experience. The coolest pencils you could imagine now belonged to me.
"I lost my poor meatball... when somebody sneezed..."
"Can you shut up!?" An angry voice belonging to my good buddy Ra asked, "Can you PLEASE sing something different for a change?"
"Oh, fine," I sighed. Honestly, some fat dragon gods have no respect for the classics. "I have lost my underwear, but I don't care, I'll go bare, bye-byeee long-johns... they were very dear to me, ticked me, tee-hee-hee, byee-byeee long-johns..."
"Oh luvely, honey," drawled the Dark Necromancer, who just happened to be passing by, "I just LOVE your singing voice, it is abbsolutelyy splenndid."
"Don't encourage him," growled Obelisk, whose hair was still messed up from yesterdays cupcake incident.
I scowled and teleported away from the scene. It annoyed me at how jealous they were of my talent, and that they wouldn't admit it. They WISH they had my skill.
Unfazed, I flipped my hair and walked down the road that led to my school. I could have just teleported straight to the school, but then people wouldn't have gotten the opportunity to marvel at my beauty. And who am I to deprive them of that?
"Hey, Tyson!" A voice shouted, and as I looked across the room I saw a hot blonde calling my name. My awesome memory kicked in, and I remembered that it was Joey Wheeler, one of the people I had met yesterday. Not my type, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit his pants looked really great on him.
"Oh, hello," I said cheerfully, flipping my hair back in a cool manner.
"Hello." Said another familiar voice indifferently, and I recognised him as another one of the people I had met yesterday – Marik. He had said it without even looking up at me. His face was one full of annoyance. I eyed him for a while, and came to the obvious conclusion that he was clearly annoyed because he was having a bad hair day.
"There there," I said, pulling out my spare comb, "You are about to witness the ultimate hairdressing skills of Slifey the magnificent. Prepare to be amazed." I walked over and started pushing his hair into place with my hand. I twirled my comb in my other hand skilfully. The master was about to get to work.
"Stop that!" Exclaimed Marik, shoving me away so hard that I fell onto my backside, "What the hell are you doing? And I thought your name was Tyler!"
"It IS Tyler. Slifey is just my nickname." I explained, covering my mistake with my overwhelming skill, "I was helping you fix your hair – you're obviously depressed because you couldn't get it right this morning..." Honestly, no one appreciates good help these days. Last time I offer him MY hairdressing services.
"I'm annoyed because..." he began, but I interrupted. I had already figured out what he was about to tell me. It is very rare that I am wrong the first time, and it has never happened that I am wrong the second time.
"You're annoyed because you're gaining weight!" I exclaimed, walking over and looking closely at his stomach, "Yes, that's it! I can see now! You're getting a little tubby..."
"Whatt..!?" Marik exclaimed.
"Sorry about that, dude," I said, "It must be terrible to be reminded of it. I would be horrified if I gained even a pound. I work hard at keeping this sexy bod."
"I'm not..." Began Marik, his voice shaky, but his sentence was once again never to be as a cheerful Yugi entered the room and interrupted him.
"Hey guys," he exclaimed, "What's up? Hey Marik, your face looks a little red, you feeling okay?"
"I..." began Marik, but knowing he did not want to speak of his humiliating weight gain any more I was kind enough to offer a quick explanation and then hastily change the subject.
"Marik's just a little sad because the scales aren't being a friend today," I said, smiling over at my poor friend, "Now, we must all admit, Sailor Moon is the best show on television."
"What?" Said Yugi, surprised at my skilful conversation changing skills, "Sailor Moon? Isn't that the show you used to like, Joey?"
"No!" Exclaimed Joey, "Well, sort of... well, okay... well, I used to like it..." he trailed off, staring at the nearest wall.
"I have, like, a HUNDRED posters of it," I said proudly, buffing my chest with pride.
At that moment Seto Kaiba decided to arrive in class. He looked at me, eyeing me briefly before walking right past me and sitting down. Wow, he's in my class... I had figured he didn't go to school... I turned around and smiled at him, before turning back to Joey and co. and whispering, "Psst... did you see that guy... is he hot or what?"
Joey looked at me with a look that could rival Marik's earlier scowl, and Yugi just sweat dropped. Marik had begun to shuffle his cards underneath his desk. Other than this, they all completely ignored my statement. How rude! And then I understood. I had rivals. I was not the only one who liked Seto. Then I realized how bad the situation was! If one of them gained his love before me then he would never join my band! All of my hard work thus far would be ruined... okay, Slifey, calm down, calm down... you are MUCH cooler than any of them. And nobody could deny that. Just play it cool. Pretend to be their friend... but sabotage any attempt they make to seduce your singer...
"Yugi." Kaiba said briefly, "Your new friend. Don't count on him being too... normal."
Not normal? Me? Well, sure, I'm darn good looking with a brilliant personality, and definitely the coolest thing since cargo pants, but I don't think that warranted this statement... what was Seto up to?
"Not... normal?" Yugi said slowly, looking closely at my dear Seto, "What do you mean?"
Seto just looked at Yugi coldly. Yes, that's right Yugi, he doesn't like you, he likes me, "Figure it out for yourself. I don't have time for it."
The teacher then walked into the class room, and math class began. My mind was never meant to work out math problems – and by the end of class I'd only learnt that logarithm is a funny word. It didn't matter anyway. I wasn't here to learn, as Thoth had suggested was a good idea, but rather to find a band. So far, I knew my singer was definitely going to be Seto. I would play the guitar... if only I could find one other to play bass, and then someone to do keyboard and someone to do drums then I would be set. We would be, without a doubt, awesome.
After class, Joey, Yugi, Bakura, Tristan, Tea and I (yes, I just remembered all of their names... skill...) headed down to Yugi's grandfather's game shop. Marik had said he had better things to do, and when I invited Seto he just glared at me and walked away. It was insisted that I learn to play Duel Monsters, and that I should get my own deck. I had decided that I might as well. It was just something that I would do. A duel monster playing duel monsters... I'd be as cool as Mewtwo was when he decided to be a Pokemon trainer... perhaps even cooler! I did a little dance, swinging Tristan around in a circle, and then skipped ahead of them, ready for anything that came my way.
To be continued...
After-notes: Okay, this is where my writers block began. I need reviews now more than ever. Thanks guys :)