EEK!! 6 WEEKS?!! *slaps herself again and again* Wo gai si! Wo bu shi ren!! (Quote often used by the Chinese, meaning: I should die! I'm not human!!)
Yugi: There, there, Yo Xi Wang-san…Suicide isn't the answer…
YXW: *sniff* Thank you Yugi-chan…*huggles*
Yami: *growls and fist starts to shake ominously* MINE, you hear?! *pulls Yugi away and starts to cuddle him*
Yugi: *blush* Ahmm…
Everyone besides Y and Y: Awwww…^___^
YXW: Ahem. Sorry, Yami. O.O;; It was a slip of the tongue, I swear!! Anyway, I really am sorry for the long wait! O__O The summer's slipping so quickly!! Nooooooooooo!!
SC: *cough*
YXW: Oh, right! I'm sorry I forgot to introduce our newest helper before! Presenting…the astounding, the amazing, the oh so generous Digimagic!!
Digimagic: *steps out on a big red carpet throwing candy and roses to all* Konnichiwa! ^.^
SC: *pounces on the candy*
Everyone else: Hi! Thanks for all your great gifts!
Digimagic: No prob! ^^ It's an honor to work with the disclaimer committee!
Starkiss: Hey, where are Yugi-kun and Yami-kun?
Difinity: *thinks back to this morning when she found the two bishies were locked in her dad's closet and apparently not able to hear her with what they were doing at that time* Um…I think they're…busy. ^_^;
YXW: Ah. *nods* Understandable. Well, okay, then. Yami, you're off the hook this time. Wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself alone. Digimagic, would you do the honors?
Digimagic: Sure! ^_^ Lesse…*reads from card* Yo Xi Wang does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! If she did, Anzu would not exist and Yugi and Yami and Ryou and Bakura would be kissing every five minutes of every episode! ^__^ This fic is hers, though, so these conditions, or at least close to them, apply. If you are bothered by boys having feelings for other boys, please leave now. Otherwise, enjoy!
YXW: Thank you, Digimagic. ^_^ Now moving onto the chapter…By the way, thanks for your opinions on S/J! ^.^ As for the result…Mwahaha…I guess you'll have to wait and see! ^.~
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Chapter 21
Yugi hummed softly to himself, not feeling the least bit silly as he twirled in front of the full length mirror in his play costume. He just felt so elated, that he could only express his excess happiness with silly gestures. Yami was going to see him on stage! He flushed as he thought of being under the scrutiny of those clear crimson orbs, but he was slightly embarrassed that he had to wear a dress. He wondered what Yami would think of the kissing scene. It irked him to no end even to think about it, but not in the way everyone thought. No, it wasn't because of Mika's…er…untidiness, but because, well, he didn't like to be kissed by anyone except Yami…
He suddenly found himself looking at a tomato-red reflection. 'Argh!! Why am I even thinking about this?! There's no way Ms. Kimochi would let Yami be the prince!' Biting his lip, he put his focus back on his costume. It seemed to fit. Ms. Rico had really outdone herself. It was a great dress, thankfully not too frilly or pinkish, but it still made Yugi extremely grateful a wig was part of the outfit. It actually wasn't half bad.
There was a light knock on the door. "Yugi? Can I come in?" Yami's rich voice, although muffled, still startled Yugi.
"Uh…sure," he replied, fumbling to remove the silly wig.
"What are you doing?" Yami asked. He seated himself on the bed and watched the other curiously.
"Just trying on my costume. Still, I think I'll have to ask for some adjustments. It's only two more days until I have to wear it in public. Oh, the humiliation of it all…"
"Yup. Lucky me. I promised to get a front row seat," the crimson-eyed teen joked.
"Yami!"
"Just kidding, Yugi," Yami's lips slowly formed into a grin that would've made any fangirl melt, but it was reserved only for Yugi. "You look…wonderful." A flush spread across Yugi's face at the sincerity of those words, but he couldn't help but beam happily.
"T-thanks," he squeaked, turning back to the mirror shyly as random images of Yami in the prince's costume filled his mind. He could just imagine Yami saying those exact same words while they were dancing in the forest scene and how perfect everything would seem if that could only happen…And he would much rather have Yami kiss him than…her. In truth, he and Yami hadn't kissed at all since the hospital incident and of course Yugi didn't have the courage to initiate one or ask for one. He had liked the feeling, to be honest, but he still felt incredibly shy when it came to matters like this. Hugs and cuddles were nice. Being in Yami's arms always made him feel safe and it seemed that nothing else in the world mattered.
Yami watched Yugi's eyes undergo a variety of emotions, definitely sensing something was bothering the smaller boy. He smiled softly; he could understand that Yugi was nervous about the whole thing. Even he was a tad bit nervous himself, for although he was rather proud and pleased that Yugi got to play such an important role, he was still bothered by that one scene, or second as the case may be. He had grown to be rather possessive of the one he loved, startling even himself that day when he nearly growled when Mika and Yugi were practicing. Ever since he had tried very very hard to suppress his discomfort, afraid it would affect Yugi's performance or hurt his feelings. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt the amethyst-eyed angel in any way.
Another knock on the door brought both boys out of their thoughts. Without warning, the gray-bearded face of Sugoroku Mutou popped in. "Say boys, do you mind doing me a favor and bringing this to the old card shop downtown?" He held out a small package wrapped in foil.
"Aww, Ji-chan…Another one of your chores?" Yugi sighed. "I was planning on taking my costume to Ms. Rico today for some adjustments." He motioned to what he was wearing.
"Really? It looks great to me. I'd say it suits your…inner feminism," the elderly man said, raising an amused eyebrow.
"Ji-chan!!" Yugi protested, ears turning an adorable pink.
Yami stifled a chuckle at the sight and decided to help Yugi out. "Don't worry. I'll deliver it. I've passed by that old shop tons of times." He took the package from Sugoroku's hands.
"Thanks, Yami," Yugi smiled gratefully, joining Yami as they both walked downstairs. "See you later, Ji-chan!"
"Bye, boys! And don't stay out too long!"
"We won't. It's not like we'll be doing anything." However, Yugi's innocent reply sounded far from innocent to the poor man's ears. His eyes widened as random images of the two boys doing not-so-innocent things came to mind. (A/N: Yes, Yugi's grandpa IS a slightly perverted old man. Yes, he is. In the manga, he estimated Anzu's bra size…O.o Now if that's not proof, I don't know what is…^^)
'I must be working too hard,' he shook his head, mentally slapping himself as he walked back behind the counter. 'Yes, that must be it…'
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Bakura found himself sighing yet again for the umpteenth time that week and folded his arms across his chest. He was in his spirit form, invisible to everyone except for his other half and glaring daggers at a very oblivious Malik as he and Ryou walked down the street. 'This is wonderful…just wonderful…' he remarked to himself. 'This M-guy, whatever his name is, just HAS to insist on assisting my light no matter WHERE he goes!!' Over the past several days, Bakura had come to find Ryou less and less of a bother until calling him by any of the names he used to didn't feel right anymore. One day he had let the name of "my light" slip and immediately felt like smacking himself for it. Ryou had looked so happy though that Bakura had begrudgingly agreed to address him by that from then on. It was unnerving how that had happened, but Bakura decided not to dwell on it more than necessary.
"Say, Ryou, are you hungry?" Malik said, motioning to a nearby snack stand. "I'll get us some ice cream."
"Ah…no, that's okay. You really don't have to—"
"My treat. You know, to help ease the pain of your grandfather's death." Ryou tried to protest but Malik was already gone and waiting on line. The while-haired boy sweatdropped. Malik had been going on and on and doing him all these favors recently in order to make up for something he didn't even do. Sure it was really nice of him, but Ryou couldn't help but feel his friend was going a bit overboard. He also seriously feared for Malik's life, seeing the looks Bakura had given him, although they couldn't be seen by their target. He didn't know why Bakura disliked his friend, though. He figured that the spirit probably just disliked everyone and that this was nothing new. Ryou often twitched or fidgeted whenever he sensed that Bakura was particularly steamed, usually when the sandy-haired teen was around, but Malik assumed it was side effects of trauma and only stuck even closer to his friend. (A/N: *shakes head* Malik, you poor, poor thing…)
Still, as he ate his ice cream cone, he couldn't help but think Bakura had a heart, small as it was. Why else would he have comforted him back then, though in his own weird way. The chocolate-eyed boy smiled slightly when he thought of the scene. He was glad Bakura didn't hate him anymore. Maybe they might even be able to establish a friendship…or had they already? Ryou thought back on the past week, how many times Bakura had grudgingly helped him when Malik wasn't around, the new name Bakura used to address him, and all the absences of the cold glares and harsh words. He truly hoped it wasn't because the darker half also pitied him because of his grandfather. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he sensed Bakura watching him. /Something wrong?/
//…// Bakura blinked, taken by surprise, and just realizing he had been staring at the smaller boy for the past minute. He fought the urge to let his embarrassment show and desperately searched for an excuse. //…That pink thing you're eating…//
/Oh, this? I thought I told you before. It's strawberry ice cream./ Ryou explained. /Want some?/
//Hell no. You think I would go within 10 feet of that bozo who can't even eat right?// He aimed a ghostly finger at Malik, who was innocently eating his ice cream.
/Um…you are within 10 feet of him, you know…/ Upon seeing Bakura narrow his eyes, he quickly amended himself. /Ah, in solid form you mean./ He quickly turned back to his ice cream, mentally slapping himself for making the spirit's already bad mood even worse.
"Are you okay, Ryou? You've been really quiet," Malik finally spoke up. "You aren't still brooding, are you? Remember, suicide isn't the answer."
"Huh? No, I'm fine! Really, Malik…My grandpa's death isn't such a big deal!" And it was the truth. The main reason he had been so upset was because of the issue with Bakura and one of his classmate's near-death, but amazingly the very same person who had caused him the pain in the first place had helped ease it. If it wasn't for what Bakura did, he might have still been in that fetal position, possibly even shutting Malik out within the strong walls of his soul room. The very thought chilled him, seeing as how concerned his friend was. He was beginning to see what his grandfather meant with his last words. If he hadn't trusted Bakura at that time, he really would have been in for a bleak future.
"Well…if you say so," Malik said, then suddenly seized Ryou's hand with both of his own, determination flashing in those mystic lavender eyes. "But still, I want to make it up to you. I should've called you or something when you didn't show up at the playground in the first place."
Ryou was rather taken aback by this gesture and couldn't help a slight pink hue from coloring his cheeks. Something that didn't go unnoticed by Bakura. The spirit bristled, once again flaring up with that foreign feeling that he couldn't quite place his finger on and clenched his fists, imagining Malik's thin, tanned neck within his grasp. Oh, yes, one day when his light wasn't looking…
"Er…thanks. That's really nice of you, Malik," Ryou replied, earning a triumphant beam from his friend.
"Okay, great! Now hurry up. I want to show you something at this old card shop downtown…"
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Seto Kaiba strolled down the street, having just finished his business at Domino High School. He smirked to himself. That had been way too easy, considering what he would get in return…
"Kaiba! Wait!" The CEO turned around with a bored expression on his face to stare down at a very disheveled Mika who looked worse than usual. She looked absolutely pathetic from his point of view. "Please…you can't do this!"
"And why not? Didn't the teacher agree to this as well?" His gaze was cold and unwavering although there was some amusement in it.
"Yes, but…You must have bribed her or something!! She knows how much effort I've put into my part, how much I look forward to it!! You can't just take it all away!!!"
Kaiba winced slightly from how high and screechy those last words sounded, instantly being reminded of the fit Anzu threw when he declined her offer to go out with her. "It's none of my business," he shrugged and resumed walking.
"Nooo!!" Mika whined. "Please! You have to reconsider! Please!!" The poor girl frantically chased after Kaiba, yet all her cries and pleas were in vain. Finally she latched onto the CEO's arm with a painfully tight grip.
Kaiba growled in annoyance and shot the desperate girl a warning glare which would've chilled the blood of almost anyone. "I'll give you three seconds to let go of me," he stated in a soft, dangerous voice. Now most people would know to oblige at this point, but not Mika, who had enough stubbornness to fill a planet. After three seconds had passed, Kaiba snapped his fingers using his free hand.
At once several of Kaiba Corp's appointed bodyguards appeared and took Mika by the arms, wrenching her off the brunette's sleeve. "Hey! Let go of me!!" she screeched, kicking and squirming, but to no avail. Before he left, Kaiba turned his head to look at her.
"Be grateful that I have enough courtesy to seldom hurt girls," he told her pointedly. He silently laughed to himself as he continued walking, blocking out Mika's cries as she was carried off into the distance.
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Jounouchi was awoken to a less-than-friendly knocking on the door of his apartment. He tumbled out of bed with a start and rubbed his head, thankful that his dad wasn't home at the moment. Grumbling and shaking off the remnants of sleep, he opened the door. "Nanda*?" He mumbled sleepily.
"Still sleeping at this hour? Why am I not surprised?"
Jounouchi found himself immediately awake and rather annoyed yet startled to find Kaiba standing in front of his home. 'What's he talking about? It's only 11…' He suppressed his involuntary impulse to flame at the insult, though, trying to keep calm, and gave the other a level stare.
Kaiba snorted at his silent defiance. "Well, I just came here to let you know I've carried out your little 'request.'"
At this, the blonde brightened, but his joy soon vanished, being replaced with dread. "I…see. All right, what do you want in return? Though being as rich as you are, I doubt you need anything."
"What? Not even a thank you? I expected so much more…even from a puppy dog."
"Grrr, I've already thanked you, didn't I?" Jounouchi growled, feeling his control start to slip. "Anyway, just hurry up and spit it out! I don't have much money, but I'll try to pay you back now."
Again Kaiba smirked, which meant trouble. Calmly he took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Jounouchi, who paled upon reading it. There were a few tense moments of silence.
"You're kidding me…" The blonde finally choked out. 'God, this guy makes Otogi look like a joke…' He looked up to find that the CEO's smirk had broken into a full-toothed grin, something scary and yet…it looked so close to a smile that Jounouchi found himself entranced for the briefest moment. He shook it off and swallowed what was left of his pride. "At least wait until the whole play thing's over, okay?"
Kaiba shrugged. "If it pleases you. Prolonging your humiliation, eh?" He didn't get and didn't expect an answer. With his task completed, he turned and starting walking away. "We'll start on Monday. Come to the mansion half an hour before school and don't you dare be late."
Jounouchi didn't even bother to watch as the billionaire disappeared down the stairs, but he did make sure the other was out of earshot before shutting the door and sliding down to lean against it. He clenched his fists in frustration. "K'so!!!** I AM NOT A STUPID PUPPY DOG!!!!!"
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"Thank you for going through all this trouble. Give Sugoroku-san*** my gratitude." The keeper of the old card shop, another aging man, said to Yami, who politely bowed.
"I will," he replied. As soon as he got outside he took a huge breath, glad to be free of the mustiness that hung thickly inside the store. Now that that was done, he would be able to go to the school and meet up with Yugi. The mere thought brought a smile to his lips. He was snapped out of his reverie, though, when he heard approaching footsteps and a certain voice he swore he had heard before…
"I also heard this guy's got a bunch of holographic Change of Heart cards! They're your favorite, aren't they?" Malik chatted excitedly while Ryou tried his best to keep him from doing anything too crazy, namely skipping down the sidewalk.
"Y-Yeah. I'm sure this store's great," the white-haired boy couldn't help but sweatdrop when Malik didn't stop in his energetic stride, still dragging Ryou by the hand in such a way that got many passerbys staring. Luckily there weren't too many around at the moment.
It took Yami a few seconds, but he finally recognized the gentle voice of his white-haired classmate. A wave of panic overtook him when he realized that meant that the spirit of the Millennium Ring and the last person he ever wanted to see was nearby as well. He searched around, ducking into an alley in the nick of time before Ryou and Malik turned the corner. Peeking carefully from the safety of the shadows, he was surprised to find Bakura half-floating behind the two talking teens.
It was getting harder and harder with each passing minute for Bakura to keep himself inconspicuous, especially considering the amount of concentration he needed to keep his spiritual form invisible to the public. He was half tempted to just pop up and scare the wits out of the extremely annoying (in his opinion) sandy-haired boy. Presently he was in a state in which most people wouldn't notice him, unless they looked really closely, which was true in Yami's case. Of course, Bakura was too wrapped up in watching Malik and his light to acknowledge his surroundings.
Yami breathed a sigh of relief when Bakura passed him by without incident, the bell of the card shop's door signaling the group of teens had entered. He almost couldn't believe his luck that he had escaped, when he had experienced the alertness of the white-haired spirit before, but he figured it was just because Bakura thought he was already dead that he had let down his guard. Without a word, he slipped out of the alley and continued heading toward Domino School.
Meanwhile, inside the shop, Malik had finally given his friend some breathing space and gone off to drool at the collection of God card souvenirs. Ryou sighed and turned around to face his dark half, just enjoying the feeling of them finally being alone. Why that was, he didn't know.
Bakura just looked back at him. Just looked. Not glared, not stared, not eyed. For the first time in both of their lives they seemed to understand each other without words and there existed a peaceful silence between them. Still, Ryou was compelled to ask.
/Why do you seem to hate Malik so much?/
At this Bakura's cold gray eyes hardened. He set his jaw stubbornly, though, refusing to reveal the real reason for this obvious dislike. //I just do.//
/Is it because he's my friend?/
//Friend? Friend!? He's practically hanging all over you!/ This came out as a snort, as if he couldn't care one way or another, but internally it felt pretty good to actually come out and say what he was feeling.
Ryou frowned. /Malik's just like that. He's just trying to cheer me up, though he's definitely going overboard. But it's not really necessary anymore. I'm fine now…/ Then, unexpectedly, a smile formed on his face. /…thanks to you./ He suddenly went pink, hardly believing he had just said that, and half expecting a sarcastic remark or two from Bakura.
There was none, for Bakura was left at a loss for words as well. He had enough self control not to let the color show on his face, but that simple sentence had caused his heart to beat a little faster. Never before had that happened, yet it somehow didn't seem to be as bad as he had once thought. Keeping his gaze carefully off Ryou, he gave a slight, almost humble nod, and disappeared back into the ring.
The uncharacteristic reaction left Ryou rather surprised, and somehow he couldn't shake the strange new sensation that formed from it. He did note that it left him rather happy, for he was now almost sure that that incident had meant something to Bakura, that the spirit really did seem to care. He had no more time to dwell on it, though, as Malik returned and started to drag him off elsewhere to another part of the shop.
"Come on, Ryou! You've been staring at that glass for the past five minutes!" Malik remarked as he pushed the other by the shoulders from behind. "What's gotten into you?"
"Ah, no…it's nothing…" Ryou replied, blushing slightly. He wasn't aware of the ominous rumbling that sounded from within the Millennium Ring.
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Yami walked down the street slowly, deep in thought. That had been most likely only the first of the many close calls he would have in the future. He hated the feeling of having to hide from something. It made him feel weak, cowardly, and even more undeserving of Yugi's love. Yes, at some point in time, his whole reason for being had shifted from living and protecting himself to risking everything for the smaller tri-color-haired boy. At first he had found it quite frightening, but had come to accept it, marveling at how powerful an influence love was.
"Yoo-hoo!! Yaaaami!!"
The voice caused Yami to instinctively cringe and he turned with a cold glare towards a bumbling Anzu. What she had attempted to do the last time they met was still fresh in his mind.
"Hey!" Anzu greeted amiably, or as friendly as she could manage. She was so ecstatic to see that Yami was alone that she had completely forgotten what had occurred last time. "Wanna go get something to eat at the new snack stand?"
Yami blinked. The fact that the girl had apparently forgotten her misdeeds was enough to make her want to punch her in the face, but he controlled himself, struggling to be polite. "No. No thanks. I have to meet with Yugi."
At this Anzu's temper finally exploded in front of the crimson-eyed boy. "Yugi this, Yugi that! You're always with Yugi!! Why don't you ever have time for ME?!" She even started crying a little, hoping to win some sympathy, but was shocked to find those crimson orbs had narrowed and Yami's face had formed into a scowl of disgust.
"First of all, I don't know you very well. Second of all, Yugi means a lot to me. And third of all, that is not the way to get someone's attention." With a swift turn, he was gone, leaving a shaky and whimpering Anzu behind. She collapsed onto the ground, still feeling dazed, and not in a good way. It was the first time a guy, save for Jounouchi, had yelled, or actually nearly yelled at her, and she was not in the condition to take it. She realized dismally that she never really had much of a chance with the gorgeous leather-clad hunk of Domino High, and her hatred of Yugi only grew.
"…Oh, you shall pay…Yell at me like that, will you?!" She began laughing hysterically, all her wits having left her. "I will make you mine, Yami Mutou!! You'll be MINE, you hear?!?!"
"Hey! Shut up down there, will ya?!" Several windows opened revealing several angry moms with several crying babies who had been rudely awakened from their afternoon slumber. Seeing that the brown-haired girl only continued to laugh, they angrily started to throw numerous objects including dirty diapers, soda cans, and rotten baby food at the source of disturbance.
Anzu screeched and yelled as she was pelted from all directions, helpless to do anything but run as fast as her jelly-like legs would carry her. "Damn you, Yami and Yugi!! I'll get you for this!!"
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Yugi surveyed his surroundings, searching for Yami as he came out of the school. He held his new, improved costume in his arms. He hadn't expected that Ms. Rico would tend to it as soon as he got there and so it ended up taking longer than he thought. 'Yami's probably home already,' he thought to himself before setting off for the game shop.
Little did he know that he just missed Yami. The crimson-eyed teen waited for a while outside until he decided to go in and check. Just as he was passing the auditorium, he was startled by a loud wailing. Curious, he peeked in to find Mika with tears streaking uncontrollably down her cheeks.
"Please PLEEEEEASE!!! No guy would ever want to take my place!! Why can't I be the prince?!"
At the side, Ms. Kimochi was desperately trying to calm her, but to no avail. "I'm sorry, Mika, but it's Mr. Kaiba's orders. We can't host this play at all without his support. Although I do wonder why he wants such a specificity…"
"What's going on?" Yami asked, taking both the teacher and the student by surprise. Ms. Kimochi then went through the process of explaining to the boy the predicament they were in, which, to Yami, wasn't a predicament at all. Apparently Kaiba had semi-threatened the drama committee that the role of prince must be played by a male, but all the other parts must be permanent, otherwise he would refuse to fund the whole project. Yami could hardly believe his ears at the amazingly lucky coincidence. Or was it?
"…And so we're kind of in a jam here, since there are only a handful of boys who are available for the job and I'm pretty sure it'd be hard to convince them, with Yugi as the princess and all," the drama teacher concluded with a sigh.
Yami remained silent, not letting the unbelievable delight show on his face. "Well, I wouldn't mind taking the part if no one else will," he replied calmly, carefully keeping his face impassive. At this unexpected statement, Ms. Kimochi blinked in surprise and relief while Mika started to break down into cries again.
"You would really do that?" The older woman asked and was assured by a sharp nod of Yami's head along with the slightest traces of an enigmatic smile on his lips. "Thank you, Yami. We'll have a costume made for you right away. You're lucky since the prince doesn't have many lines. Now, what color would you like your costume to be?"
"Crimson," Yami said smoothly, not even needing to think. That had always been his favorite color as far back as he could remember.
"Okay, crimson it is." The drama teacher made a few marks in her notebook, a bit taken aback that such a peculiar choice was made for she had never seen any crimson prince outfits before. But she supposed there was a first time for everything. She then handed a booklet and a few papers to Yami. "Come, Mika," she said gently to the slumped girl and led them both out of the auditorium.
Yami waited until they left and then let loose the grin he had been holding for the past few minutes. He looked up dazedly at the multicolored lights of the stage, still smiling and his almond eyes shining. "Wait until Yugi hears about this."
To be continued…
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Phew! Yay! I'm happy! There was a little bit of everything in this chapter. ^_^ Strangely enough, I actually had fun torturing poor Jou-kun…^^;; I also updated my website (again)! More Chibis!! *squeals* Don't steal!! I swear, I'm obsessed with webbies now…
Starkiss: Still no play. *pouts*
Digimagic & Difinity: *glare*
YXW: ^^;;; In the next chapter, I PROMISE!! I've prolonged it long enough! Oh, and I also promise to have the next chapter done before school starts again. I feel really really bad that I've been procrastinating when I really shouldn't be.
SC: I'll say. Let's count all the anime you've been downloading off Kazaa, shall we? Prince of Tennis, Gravitation, Hikaru no Go, Angelic Layer, Fushigi Yuugi, Shaman King, Love Hina, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Chobits…
YXW: Alright! Alright!!! They get the picture already!! ___
SC: ^_^
YXW: Ack, lack of fluff, I know! But just wait till Yami and Yugi get together! Mwahahahaha!! FLUFF GALORE!! ^__^ And of course, lotsa passionate kisses…Mmmm…As for lemons…uh…won't I get kicked off if I tried that? O.O Not to say I haven't thought about them…*grins*
Yugi & Yami: ^___^
YXW: Hee, looks like Malik is being overly friendly, huh? ^_^ Don't worry. It's all part of the fun of provoking and annoying Baku-chan.
Bakura: *pops in* What did you just call me?!?
YXW: ^_^;; By the way, Ragna01, I love your idea! Hehehehehe…Thank you Kami9, Yami and Yugi fan 12, Celestial Magician, Trunks4ever, Opal Bean, flowacat, Junko the Lost, Safire1, metallic bubbles, Tariki Rania, and Chibi Emri Shade for adding me onto your favorite authors' lists!! ^___^ Please tell me if I missed your name!! Er…is it just me, or do people often like to change their pennames? I'm confused…@__@
Digimagic: *reads from card* Gravitation rocks!! Oops, wrong side…Please r/r!!
Translations:
*Nanda = WHAT?! (Dunno why, but I like it when Jou says "Nanda" better than "what" ^_^ He sounds really irritated…)
**K'so = Damn (Same reason as above. ^_^ Hmm, must have been watching too much Japanese YGO…)
***-san = honorific suffix added to people you respect or those older than you