Bakura Goes to Fast Food Restaurants
Part X-Sonic, Cont.
By Livi {ania}
A/N: Another chapter that took forever, and after I left ya'll with a cliffie! So very sorry... And, a bit of scariness, someone who actually knows me in un-cyber life now has my authoress name. I gave it to her, but now people who know me can read this! (Gomen, having paranoia attack here...)
Disclaimer: Pigs aren't flying, not even the ones in Animal Farm, which I happen to just have read for school. I still resemble a typical American teenager, and not some Japanese guy. Therefore, I don't own YGO.
~~^ Bakura's POV (Surprising, ne?)
A review from last time: Run, Ryou! Put your foot to the gas! Don't bother to pay, or just chuck the food out the window!!! Hurry...it...it...it's a FANGIRL!!!
And now, this time:
"Omigod! Omigod, omigod, omiGOD!" Her bouncing, cheerleaderiness is distracting...suddenly; instead of wanting to eat I want to puke. Or ralph, vomit, spew, blow chunks, technicolor yawn...whatever happens to work for you. But no, food has suddenly left my mind.
"Ryou!" I scream in utter panic, not caring about the fact I now sound like him. Maybe some time to ourselves really would do us some good. His eyes have a distant, glazed look, and I think he's in shock. He really is delicate. His system just isn't wired for these kinds of surprises. "The clutch! Shift! Shift!" Suddenly, I am no longer using the word that refers to a piece of equipment on a standard but one that refers to the state of the situation where the waitress is touching our car!
...and the window is still open!
I am more scared that I have ever been in my life.
The conspiracy of all McJob employees everywhere has reached a head...so why is it that I'M the target? I wasn't that bad of a customer! So I drove one to the psychiatric ward! (Yes, it turns out Miss FasTaco never recovered. Ryou found this out while watching the news, and told Bakura who was never concerned about this fact until now.)
I mean, you can't just lean over and take control of the wheel or anything...oh why, why, why do I have such an easily shockable hikari?
She's still leaning against the car! And squealing the 'Omigod Chorus'...and she's asking us if we want extra peppermints!
"Wah...WTF lady! Why in the world would you suddenly start asking if we want...wait! Yes, we would enjoy extra peppermints! LOTS of extra peppermints!" I grin and nod in that maniacal way only I can quite pull off. I think Ryou is rather jealous of it. I'm not sure. You know, Ryou really needs to work on showing his feelings. I went to an anger management class, and of the three types, he is a type B. He stores his feelings inside, and hides his anger. But anger is a natural occurrence, and you must learn how to use it not only effectively but successfully.
ARGH! THEY'RE BRAINWASHING ME!!!
Wait...what's happening! Yes, Ryou has recovered from shock! He's throwing too much money out the window at the fangirl and stepping on the gas! Free at last! Free at last! Thank the lord, we're free at last!
"Ryou?" I say, softly and with a light smile.
"Yes?" he replies, looking at me suspiciously.
"We're never going to Sonic again. Ever. I'm scarred for life."
~~^
A/N: Oh yes, I do not own MLK either. That was, well...horrible. I know it was, so you don't have to salve my wounded pride. I don't have any. The shift thing was inspired by my sister, who in an automatic kept muttering, "No shift," not that it sounded like that... ^_^ The anger management class section was all factual, and if anyone is wondering I'm a borderline Class- A, or violent anger. I scored highest as a Class-B, much to my mystification. I have no problem sharing my anger. Oh yes, chearleaderiness is not a word, though it should be.
Part X-Sonic, Cont.
By Livi {ania}
A/N: Another chapter that took forever, and after I left ya'll with a cliffie! So very sorry... And, a bit of scariness, someone who actually knows me in un-cyber life now has my authoress name. I gave it to her, but now people who know me can read this! (Gomen, having paranoia attack here...)
Disclaimer: Pigs aren't flying, not even the ones in Animal Farm, which I happen to just have read for school. I still resemble a typical American teenager, and not some Japanese guy. Therefore, I don't own YGO.
~~^ Bakura's POV (Surprising, ne?)
A review from last time: Run, Ryou! Put your foot to the gas! Don't bother to pay, or just chuck the food out the window!!! Hurry...it...it...it's a FANGIRL!!!
And now, this time:
"Omigod! Omigod, omigod, omiGOD!" Her bouncing, cheerleaderiness is distracting...suddenly; instead of wanting to eat I want to puke. Or ralph, vomit, spew, blow chunks, technicolor yawn...whatever happens to work for you. But no, food has suddenly left my mind.
"Ryou!" I scream in utter panic, not caring about the fact I now sound like him. Maybe some time to ourselves really would do us some good. His eyes have a distant, glazed look, and I think he's in shock. He really is delicate. His system just isn't wired for these kinds of surprises. "The clutch! Shift! Shift!" Suddenly, I am no longer using the word that refers to a piece of equipment on a standard but one that refers to the state of the situation where the waitress is touching our car!
...and the window is still open!
I am more scared that I have ever been in my life.
The conspiracy of all McJob employees everywhere has reached a head...so why is it that I'M the target? I wasn't that bad of a customer! So I drove one to the psychiatric ward! (Yes, it turns out Miss FasTaco never recovered. Ryou found this out while watching the news, and told Bakura who was never concerned about this fact until now.)
I mean, you can't just lean over and take control of the wheel or anything...oh why, why, why do I have such an easily shockable hikari?
She's still leaning against the car! And squealing the 'Omigod Chorus'...and she's asking us if we want extra peppermints!
"Wah...WTF lady! Why in the world would you suddenly start asking if we want...wait! Yes, we would enjoy extra peppermints! LOTS of extra peppermints!" I grin and nod in that maniacal way only I can quite pull off. I think Ryou is rather jealous of it. I'm not sure. You know, Ryou really needs to work on showing his feelings. I went to an anger management class, and of the three types, he is a type B. He stores his feelings inside, and hides his anger. But anger is a natural occurrence, and you must learn how to use it not only effectively but successfully.
ARGH! THEY'RE BRAINWASHING ME!!!
Wait...what's happening! Yes, Ryou has recovered from shock! He's throwing too much money out the window at the fangirl and stepping on the gas! Free at last! Free at last! Thank the lord, we're free at last!
"Ryou?" I say, softly and with a light smile.
"Yes?" he replies, looking at me suspiciously.
"We're never going to Sonic again. Ever. I'm scarred for life."
~~^
A/N: Oh yes, I do not own MLK either. That was, well...horrible. I know it was, so you don't have to salve my wounded pride. I don't have any. The shift thing was inspired by my sister, who in an automatic kept muttering, "No shift," not that it sounded like that... ^_^ The anger management class section was all factual, and if anyone is wondering I'm a borderline Class- A, or violent anger. I scored highest as a Class-B, much to my mystification. I have no problem sharing my anger. Oh yes, chearleaderiness is not a word, though it should be.