Thanks to nabberthe2nd, I must say this: this is a comedy. It does not have to make sense. Bitch.
Anywoot, next chapter. RRE!
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The atmosphere was so thick. It was not just from the heat that seemed to envelope Yuugi in Seto's limo, but also the deadening silence. He had his head propped up against Malik, who seemed to be asleep. Everyone was either unconscious or twiddling their thumbs. Well, except for Jounouchi. Bakura had knocked him out for talking too much. Seto and Mokuba sat together on the expansive bench seat that sat in the front. Mokuba cheerfully smiled and Seto just leered. Why did Yuugi's gang always have to follow him everywhere?
The limo suddenly lurched to a stop. The group, except for Jouno, awoke with a startle. The limo's driver opened the dividing window. "Sorry, Mr. Kaiba, but the car has seemed to break down." Seto sighed with annoyance.
"Then, please, fix it," Seto replied trying to hold back his anger. Mokuba looked up at him and grinned wider.
"Okay," the driver said reluctantly. He opened his door and smoke poured in. The whole car smelled of gasoline. The driver opened the hood. He fumbled around and then pulled out something. The hood slammed shut and he approached their door. He opened the door and in his hand was the Millennium rod. "This is what was causing all the problems, sir."
"Hey," Malik piped up. "I was looking for that."
"Well, it was jammed into the engine. I can't fix it. We're stuck." The whole group shared a collective sigh. Yuugi yawned and looked around. He was thirsty. There had to be something around in the car to drink. Aha! An old gas station drink cup sat nearby. Yuugi grabbed it and began to slurp. It was warm, but full, and he found himself sucking away. Mindlessly, he started gulping to the lyrics of Evanescence's Whisper.
Yuugi had gone through the beginning chorus when Honda joined in. He had gotten a pair of chopsticks and was now drumming against the car seat. Bakura bent over and snatched up a pair of cups from the litter-ridden floor. He flipped them over and played them like bongos. Malik took a straw and poked holes in it. He had a flute. Jouno stirred. He moaned in pain from his head lump but seemed to understand what was happening. Jounouchi grabbed a magazine and rolled it up. He blew into it and somehow trumpet notes came out.
By this time, Seto was very confused. The car had just started playing Whisper and it actually sounded just like the song's music. Mokuba jumped to his knees in the low ceiling vehicle. He crawled into the middle and burst into song. "I'm frightened by what I see, but somehow I know that there's much more to come ..." He hit his cue perfectly and sounded like an angel. Seto shuttered. Why did his brother have to sound so girly?
The others rose to the knees, too. They began to sway back and forth in perfect union. Then, came the dance routine. Honda do-whopped and Malik shimmied. Thus began their car choreography. The song continued its second verse and it was great. The random collection of instruments had, in fact, worked. Seto got an idea. They could be famous. And he had the connections to get them there.
Sure enough, they had a gig the next day. It was at a local coffee house. The music was just recreations of songs like Bye, Bye, Bye or Crawlin on the gang's odd instruments. The small crowd of three people thoroughly enjoyed it. The audience hooted and clapped. One even threw his underpants at Mokuba. And after the show, the same man asked for Mokuba's phone number. Seto punched him. The group's popularity soared. They played at clubs and Toys 'R' Uses everywhere. The money poured in. It split up equally (10% for the group and 90% for Seto) and Malik used his to buy pimp clothes. He walked around wearing big lime coat with fur trim. Plus, he never went outside without his rabbit with a spike collar named Widdle.
The gigs continued. One night after performing, the group had an after party. They invited people from clubs and rocked the roof. The music blared and people danced. Bakura ran around the room with a blood stained lampshade on his head. Malik walked around and poked everyone while asking, "Do you love the Lucky Charms leprechaun?" Jouno bounced and rapped. Honda jumped up on the stage and sang Row, Row, Row Your Boat in Spanish. Mokuba was being hit on. Yami had to do everything in his power to mentally stop Yuugi from drinking more punch. Everyone was obviously drunk.
It got worse. Malik had apparently gone around saying that the name of the band was Malik's Rod. Honda overheard and leaped off the stage onto him. He demanded to know why it could not be called Head Spike. Running around the room still, Bakura knocked into the two. Jounouchi thought it looked fun and dived in. Yuugi strolled towards the mass. He giggled as he tried to keep his drunken body upright. The pile stood up and started yelling. "Malik's Rod sounds awesome," Malik insisted.
"What kind of messed up name is that?" Honda shouted.
"I thought it was good," Malik answered.
"What about The Jounouchi Experience?" Jouno wondered.
"NO!" the group replied. The brawl continued. Each person thought their name was best. Yuugi even threw out Friendship Crew. No way. Honda smacked Jouno who kicked Malik who tried to bite Widdle who attacked Yuugi. It went on and on. Seto sat nearby reading a magazine. He chose to ignore it all.
Finally, Mokuba broke away from the perverted man and spoke up. "Hey, what about The Tacos?" The fighting group stopped and stared.
"That's brilliant!" Jouno exclaimed. The others nodded in agreement. So the singing band became The Tacos. They toured Japan and their CDs went triple platinum. The band's fame grew. Soon, every country had their music playing on every radio station. Everyone grew richer, including Seto.
One morning, he popped in on the group sitting the Kaiba Mansion living room. "Hello, The Tacos. I just got a phone call. The Recording Academy said that you guys are going to the Grammy Awards in the USA next week. Isn't that great?" Seto was on the edge of total excitement.
"Meh, were not interested in that 'band thing' anymore. It has gone out of style," Yuugi dully stated from the couch.
"What do you mean 'out of style'?" Seto ventured. "You guys are the most famous band in the world! The Tacos are filthy rich!"
"Oh, that's not cool. We are into yo-yos now," Malik added. He sat stroking Widdle who glared at Seto menacingly. Malik pulled out a Duncan. The whole room stood up and started yo-yoing.
Seto stared with his mouth wide open. He turned around and shook his head. "Why did I think I could get those idiots to concentrate on something for longer than a second? Damn it." He sighed. Seto left the yo-yoing room of people.
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Hope you enjoyed! MORE IDEAS PLEASE!
Anywoot, next chapter. RRE!
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The atmosphere was so thick. It was not just from the heat that seemed to envelope Yuugi in Seto's limo, but also the deadening silence. He had his head propped up against Malik, who seemed to be asleep. Everyone was either unconscious or twiddling their thumbs. Well, except for Jounouchi. Bakura had knocked him out for talking too much. Seto and Mokuba sat together on the expansive bench seat that sat in the front. Mokuba cheerfully smiled and Seto just leered. Why did Yuugi's gang always have to follow him everywhere?
The limo suddenly lurched to a stop. The group, except for Jouno, awoke with a startle. The limo's driver opened the dividing window. "Sorry, Mr. Kaiba, but the car has seemed to break down." Seto sighed with annoyance.
"Then, please, fix it," Seto replied trying to hold back his anger. Mokuba looked up at him and grinned wider.
"Okay," the driver said reluctantly. He opened his door and smoke poured in. The whole car smelled of gasoline. The driver opened the hood. He fumbled around and then pulled out something. The hood slammed shut and he approached their door. He opened the door and in his hand was the Millennium rod. "This is what was causing all the problems, sir."
"Hey," Malik piped up. "I was looking for that."
"Well, it was jammed into the engine. I can't fix it. We're stuck." The whole group shared a collective sigh. Yuugi yawned and looked around. He was thirsty. There had to be something around in the car to drink. Aha! An old gas station drink cup sat nearby. Yuugi grabbed it and began to slurp. It was warm, but full, and he found himself sucking away. Mindlessly, he started gulping to the lyrics of Evanescence's Whisper.
Yuugi had gone through the beginning chorus when Honda joined in. He had gotten a pair of chopsticks and was now drumming against the car seat. Bakura bent over and snatched up a pair of cups from the litter-ridden floor. He flipped them over and played them like bongos. Malik took a straw and poked holes in it. He had a flute. Jouno stirred. He moaned in pain from his head lump but seemed to understand what was happening. Jounouchi grabbed a magazine and rolled it up. He blew into it and somehow trumpet notes came out.
By this time, Seto was very confused. The car had just started playing Whisper and it actually sounded just like the song's music. Mokuba jumped to his knees in the low ceiling vehicle. He crawled into the middle and burst into song. "I'm frightened by what I see, but somehow I know that there's much more to come ..." He hit his cue perfectly and sounded like an angel. Seto shuttered. Why did his brother have to sound so girly?
The others rose to the knees, too. They began to sway back and forth in perfect union. Then, came the dance routine. Honda do-whopped and Malik shimmied. Thus began their car choreography. The song continued its second verse and it was great. The random collection of instruments had, in fact, worked. Seto got an idea. They could be famous. And he had the connections to get them there.
Sure enough, they had a gig the next day. It was at a local coffee house. The music was just recreations of songs like Bye, Bye, Bye or Crawlin on the gang's odd instruments. The small crowd of three people thoroughly enjoyed it. The audience hooted and clapped. One even threw his underpants at Mokuba. And after the show, the same man asked for Mokuba's phone number. Seto punched him. The group's popularity soared. They played at clubs and Toys 'R' Uses everywhere. The money poured in. It split up equally (10% for the group and 90% for Seto) and Malik used his to buy pimp clothes. He walked around wearing big lime coat with fur trim. Plus, he never went outside without his rabbit with a spike collar named Widdle.
The gigs continued. One night after performing, the group had an after party. They invited people from clubs and rocked the roof. The music blared and people danced. Bakura ran around the room with a blood stained lampshade on his head. Malik walked around and poked everyone while asking, "Do you love the Lucky Charms leprechaun?" Jouno bounced and rapped. Honda jumped up on the stage and sang Row, Row, Row Your Boat in Spanish. Mokuba was being hit on. Yami had to do everything in his power to mentally stop Yuugi from drinking more punch. Everyone was obviously drunk.
It got worse. Malik had apparently gone around saying that the name of the band was Malik's Rod. Honda overheard and leaped off the stage onto him. He demanded to know why it could not be called Head Spike. Running around the room still, Bakura knocked into the two. Jounouchi thought it looked fun and dived in. Yuugi strolled towards the mass. He giggled as he tried to keep his drunken body upright. The pile stood up and started yelling. "Malik's Rod sounds awesome," Malik insisted.
"What kind of messed up name is that?" Honda shouted.
"I thought it was good," Malik answered.
"What about The Jounouchi Experience?" Jouno wondered.
"NO!" the group replied. The brawl continued. Each person thought their name was best. Yuugi even threw out Friendship Crew. No way. Honda smacked Jouno who kicked Malik who tried to bite Widdle who attacked Yuugi. It went on and on. Seto sat nearby reading a magazine. He chose to ignore it all.
Finally, Mokuba broke away from the perverted man and spoke up. "Hey, what about The Tacos?" The fighting group stopped and stared.
"That's brilliant!" Jouno exclaimed. The others nodded in agreement. So the singing band became The Tacos. They toured Japan and their CDs went triple platinum. The band's fame grew. Soon, every country had their music playing on every radio station. Everyone grew richer, including Seto.
One morning, he popped in on the group sitting the Kaiba Mansion living room. "Hello, The Tacos. I just got a phone call. The Recording Academy said that you guys are going to the Grammy Awards in the USA next week. Isn't that great?" Seto was on the edge of total excitement.
"Meh, were not interested in that 'band thing' anymore. It has gone out of style," Yuugi dully stated from the couch.
"What do you mean 'out of style'?" Seto ventured. "You guys are the most famous band in the world! The Tacos are filthy rich!"
"Oh, that's not cool. We are into yo-yos now," Malik added. He sat stroking Widdle who glared at Seto menacingly. Malik pulled out a Duncan. The whole room stood up and started yo-yoing.
Seto stared with his mouth wide open. He turned around and shook his head. "Why did I think I could get those idiots to concentrate on something for longer than a second? Damn it." He sighed. Seto left the yo-yoing room of people.
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Hope you enjoyed! MORE IDEAS PLEASE!