'Sno Luck
Mokuba and Kaiba are stuck at a notsochipper Yugi's house during a snow day… too bad for a VERY hetero Yugi, Mokuba likes Yugi, while Kaiba likes Yami! NO ROMANCE mokubayugi, kaibayami, both onesided. mentions of yugiteayami and past pegasuskaiba
By Sour Schuyler
La di da di daaaa…
It's my birthday today. :) Hurrah! I'm still alive even after another year! I personally think this is one of the best examples of banter I've ever written. :) So please, please, please review it!
Perhaps, Mokuba thought pensively, it would be better if Yugi did read the letter, without Mokuba being there for the abysmal rejection that was sure to follow. And yet, Mokuba couldn't help but feel hope writhe inside him; it tingled inside his stomach and chest, made shaky his arms, and drew his attention away from the task at hand.
"Mokuba! You're going to hurt yourself with that knife!" Seto protested. Mokuba looked up at Seto, seeing him but not really seeing him. "Mokuba, are you okay?"
The young boy blinked his large gray eyes. "Of course big brother," he said, flashing a winning smile that would've won an award for sweetest looking grin on an anime's child actor. Seto looked quite sick when he saw it.
"…Are you alright?" he asked, not without a mite of trepidation. Mokuba nodded furiously. "…Oookay then. Let's just finish making the food without the knife, then." He stole the knife away from Mokuba, who pouted.
"Why?" he mourned.
"Because you were about to chop your fingers off!" Seto asseverated. Mokuba growled. "Now give me the knife, or I'll sell all your stocks and buy Christmas presents for myself with the money I get."
Mokuba rolled his eyes. Because Seto's lifestyle was a strange mélange of frugality and decadence, it was hard to predict what his motives were financially. But his big brother was not that stupid. …Yet. …Whatever that means.
"I'll be fine," Mokuba said. Though in his brain disconsolate ideas were screaming at him, these three words emitted from his lips with no difficulty at all.
"You sure?"
"Yeah…" I think…
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Yugi grabbed the troublesome slip of paper and placed it in his left back pocket. "So, will you help me with my Pre-Cal?" he asked, absent-mindedly wondered why there had appeared to be some white out on the back of the grocery list. Taking it out again, he went to look at it…
Which was the exact time Bakura showed Yugi the meaning of the word 'barb.'
"Bakura?"
Bakura looked up, surprised at the amount of bitterness in Yugi's voice. "Yessss?" he hissed.
Yugi glared, stuffing the paper back into his pocket. Bakura sure sounded like a snake, if he didn't already have the personality of one. "That's not funny."
"Just because it's not funny doesn't mean it's not true," Bakura taunted. Yugi turned and glared at the spirit, crossing his arms.
"Well, if I was a dim-witted tomb thief that hadn't had a successful heist somewhere between three thousand and five thousand years, I'm sure I'd feel that way too."
Bakura's eyes flashed. "Dim-witted? I'll have you know that I happen to have more brain power than you could hope of possessing, as well as infinite wisdom that comes with experience only time could teach you."
"In other words, you're smart because you're old," Yugi chuckled.
Bakura's nostrils flared. "Yes, I suppose that's what I just said. I, however, look much better than your Grandpa. And seeing as I've got a good couple of thousands of years on him, I'd say that makes me aesthetically superior."
"If you're attracted to vampires," Yugi shot. "Who wants somebody whose skin is so pale that a child could trace all of your veins with a magic marker? What the heck happened to you, anyway? And who told you it was cool to prop up only your bangs? It doesn't make you look cool. It makes you look more like a vampire, and vampires are dweebs."
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "I'm a dweeb because my bangs make me look 'like a vampire?' Is that what you're implying? Whatever happened to you being a dweeb, because you wear black and have that ridiculously huge chain holding up your cult trinket?"
"Are you calling the Millennium Puzzle a cult trin—"
"Don't interrupt me," Bakura interrupted. "You have your hair spiked up and you were wearing black clothes during the Battle City movement, but you always have a smile on your face, or you have this pouty 'oh no, somebody could be hurt and the Pharaoh may not be able to fix it!' look. It's like you're either trying to be emo, angsty, gothic or gay. Sometimes in combinations."
"I—"
"I said zip it. Nobody wants to see somebody wearing all black and then smiling like the abortion issue was just settled and everybody is happy and cake was served. Nobody."
"Those jeans were blue."
"Nobody wants to see a goth in denial, either. Your facial expressions imply, 'Hi, I'm Yugi! I'm a stuck-up little puritan that can never do anything wrong! Say no to drugs!' And your clothes relay an opposite message."
"My clothes say that I do drugs?"
"You are what you wear."
"I'm a Gap?"
"Sure. That could be an astrological sign. I could be a Levi."
"You suck," Yugi insulted, although he gave Bakura a tentative, fearful glance. "And why would you call Battle City 'a movement?'"
"Because Kaiba obviously organized it just to see how many people he could summon to see him whip your fanny in a duel. Remember how the finals were packed? That's because he wanted to bring duelists together to watch you get whupped. He wanted people to adore him and offer praises to him, as if anybody ever thought he was a lesser man because you defeated him."
"They did."
"No, nobody really cares. Actually, Kaiba should be thanking you for taking the Egyptian God cards away from him. What with his fans, his theme park, and his company I'm sure he didn't have enough time to be chased down by a mob demanding that he duel all of them."
"Aw, Kaiba just wants the attention," Yugi cooed mockingly. Bakura looked at him shiftily.
"So we both agree," Bakura decided.
"Yes," Yugi said cheerfully. "Seto Kaiba thinks he's God."
