Flame: Yes, last chapter was long. Sorry, this one won't be. XD
Dancer: Owie. I found out yesterday that I probably should've gotten stitches for my hand. It was kinda deep, and I kinda knew it was bad, but. . . . .
Flame: Anyway, thanks to the people who've responded! I'll go on at the end of the chapter, kk?
Disclaimer: I do not own YGO or Battosei. I only own Shay.
~*~*~*~*~
The phone had been ringing for about three minutes before I gave up and picked it up.
It had been about four hours, and school had ended ten minutes ago. Kaiba hadn't left. He hadn't come upstairs yet. The lawn was still composed of rainbow lights, a few of sprinklers had yet to stop dousing the grass. The gates were closed and staying that way, at least.
"Hello," I asked, looking out the window to see if Kaiba was making any progress in his quest to undo my three minutes of fame.
"Shay? Is Kaiba there?"
"Hey, Yugi. Yeah, he's here, but. . . . He's downstairs, working with the talking supercomputer to undo what I did when I started randomly pushing buttons in the space of three minutes."
Silence.
"Is that why he had to leave early?"
"Yep."
"Yami advised that I not ask for details. He says the mental imagery is amusing enough."
"Shay says Yami can go screw himself."
"Yami says no thank you."
We could have kept this up for hours, tossing insults at each other and using Yugi as a mediator, but a small explosion from outside cut our conversation short. I said goodbye and hung up the phone, then darted through the wall.
All forty-eight disco lights had exploded.
Mokuba appeared next to where I was carefully avoiding the crazed sprinklers. After a few moments, Kaiba walked up behind us.
"Where did the disco lights come from?" he asked mildly. Mokuba opened his mouth to answer, stopped.
"Dun look at me," I ordered. "I don't deal with salespeople. They can't see me half the time. When there's two of 'em, and one can see me but the other can't, well, to say the least, we've got problems."
Kaiba directed his gaze to Mokuba, who let out a weak laugh.
Found the culprit.
"They weren't expensive," Mokuba said, jumping to defense before Kaiba could so much as blink.
"To the two a' you, nothing should be expensive," I muttered.
Ignored. Again. I expected that.
"It's not how much they cost, it's the fact that I've now got broken glass all over my lawn," Kaiba explained. "And the fact that, if someone else saw them before I did, they'd think I'd lost it."
"Finally," I added. A smile from Mokuba and a scowl from Kaiba was all I received before the older brother continued.
"I just want to know how you hooked it up to my computer."
"Well. . . . . ."
I sensed that this was a bad moment and beat it back into the house.
Yugi called again, requesting this time to know what had happened. Judging by the background noises, I'd say Joey had a good time laughing. I didn't know if he was laughing at me or with me, or both. I decided to go with my better judgment and not ask.
Kaiba came in and, when I told him who I was talking to, he took the phone away. Actually, he lunged at it, and I dropped it and got out of the way.
I don't really know if killing your household ghost is a crime of any sort, seeing as I'm already dead, but at the rate he was going, Kaiba was gonna learn soon.
"You didn't hurt Mokuba, did you?" I asked when I realized the young one had yet to return. Ever his graceful self, Kaiba snorted.
"He's my little brother, the only family I have," he sneered. "What do you think?"
"Should I've called the hospital 'stead?"
He gave me a really poisonous look.
Okay. Forget that.
"One last question. Were you laughing?" He glared at me for a long moment, eyes narrowed. I backed up somewhat, but didn't leave.
"Iza yes or no question, Kaiba. 'Death-glare-at-the-Shay' isn't an option."
What he said could be considered a yes or a no. I grinned and left while I was ahead.
Time to see what poor Mokuba had gotten stuck doing.
~*~*~*~*~
Flame: Short chapter, I know, but. . . . . .
Dancer: Professor Plum, in the kitchen, with the rope!
Flame: Wrong. Flame, in the computer room, with the emsod if you don't put a sock in it.
TY to:
NeoChaosCrystal------- TY for the idea, I might actually use it. I can just imagine Shay's reaction to a dog. . . . hell, I can imagine Kaiba's! This ought to be good. . . . . ::wanders off to think, but bounces back for the next one::
VB--------- I know, I don't want yaoi either, but. . . . . it's an option. It's tied so far, so I need more opinions! And saying it three million times won't count as more than one. Sorry. ^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;
Alana-------- Sorry I haven't fit you in yet, it's very hard when I've got ::gasp:: writer's block. Eh heh. Sorry. Anyway, TY for the idea. I'll consider it, Shay seems to like to torture people with his ::ahem:: singing skills (if you can call them that). TY again for being patient!!!
Ameba-Chan-------- New person joining the insanity. . . . . tis goodness! Nyway, of course you can hug Shay! Everybody can!!! ::watches as Dancer tackles Shay:: Well . . . . cept her. . . . . DANCER!!! ::runs over and pulls her hikari off the ghost::
And you have biology! Ha ha ha! I took that two years ago, and I fell asleep almost every day. Then again, all we did was watch videos and do worksheets, so . . . . Heh heh. Not as bad as Chemistry.
Dancer: Owie. I found out yesterday that I probably should've gotten stitches for my hand. It was kinda deep, and I kinda knew it was bad, but. . . . .
Flame: Anyway, thanks to the people who've responded! I'll go on at the end of the chapter, kk?
Disclaimer: I do not own YGO or Battosei. I only own Shay.
~*~*~*~*~
The phone had been ringing for about three minutes before I gave up and picked it up.
It had been about four hours, and school had ended ten minutes ago. Kaiba hadn't left. He hadn't come upstairs yet. The lawn was still composed of rainbow lights, a few of sprinklers had yet to stop dousing the grass. The gates were closed and staying that way, at least.
"Hello," I asked, looking out the window to see if Kaiba was making any progress in his quest to undo my three minutes of fame.
"Shay? Is Kaiba there?"
"Hey, Yugi. Yeah, he's here, but. . . . He's downstairs, working with the talking supercomputer to undo what I did when I started randomly pushing buttons in the space of three minutes."
Silence.
"Is that why he had to leave early?"
"Yep."
"Yami advised that I not ask for details. He says the mental imagery is amusing enough."
"Shay says Yami can go screw himself."
"Yami says no thank you."
We could have kept this up for hours, tossing insults at each other and using Yugi as a mediator, but a small explosion from outside cut our conversation short. I said goodbye and hung up the phone, then darted through the wall.
All forty-eight disco lights had exploded.
Mokuba appeared next to where I was carefully avoiding the crazed sprinklers. After a few moments, Kaiba walked up behind us.
"Where did the disco lights come from?" he asked mildly. Mokuba opened his mouth to answer, stopped.
"Dun look at me," I ordered. "I don't deal with salespeople. They can't see me half the time. When there's two of 'em, and one can see me but the other can't, well, to say the least, we've got problems."
Kaiba directed his gaze to Mokuba, who let out a weak laugh.
Found the culprit.
"They weren't expensive," Mokuba said, jumping to defense before Kaiba could so much as blink.
"To the two a' you, nothing should be expensive," I muttered.
Ignored. Again. I expected that.
"It's not how much they cost, it's the fact that I've now got broken glass all over my lawn," Kaiba explained. "And the fact that, if someone else saw them before I did, they'd think I'd lost it."
"Finally," I added. A smile from Mokuba and a scowl from Kaiba was all I received before the older brother continued.
"I just want to know how you hooked it up to my computer."
"Well. . . . . ."
I sensed that this was a bad moment and beat it back into the house.
Yugi called again, requesting this time to know what had happened. Judging by the background noises, I'd say Joey had a good time laughing. I didn't know if he was laughing at me or with me, or both. I decided to go with my better judgment and not ask.
Kaiba came in and, when I told him who I was talking to, he took the phone away. Actually, he lunged at it, and I dropped it and got out of the way.
I don't really know if killing your household ghost is a crime of any sort, seeing as I'm already dead, but at the rate he was going, Kaiba was gonna learn soon.
"You didn't hurt Mokuba, did you?" I asked when I realized the young one had yet to return. Ever his graceful self, Kaiba snorted.
"He's my little brother, the only family I have," he sneered. "What do you think?"
"Should I've called the hospital 'stead?"
He gave me a really poisonous look.
Okay. Forget that.
"One last question. Were you laughing?" He glared at me for a long moment, eyes narrowed. I backed up somewhat, but didn't leave.
"Iza yes or no question, Kaiba. 'Death-glare-at-the-Shay' isn't an option."
What he said could be considered a yes or a no. I grinned and left while I was ahead.
Time to see what poor Mokuba had gotten stuck doing.
~*~*~*~*~
Flame: Short chapter, I know, but. . . . . .
Dancer: Professor Plum, in the kitchen, with the rope!
Flame: Wrong. Flame, in the computer room, with the emsod if you don't put a sock in it.
TY to:
NeoChaosCrystal------- TY for the idea, I might actually use it. I can just imagine Shay's reaction to a dog. . . . hell, I can imagine Kaiba's! This ought to be good. . . . . ::wanders off to think, but bounces back for the next one::
VB--------- I know, I don't want yaoi either, but. . . . . it's an option. It's tied so far, so I need more opinions! And saying it three million times won't count as more than one. Sorry. ^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;
Alana-------- Sorry I haven't fit you in yet, it's very hard when I've got ::gasp:: writer's block. Eh heh. Sorry. Anyway, TY for the idea. I'll consider it, Shay seems to like to torture people with his ::ahem:: singing skills (if you can call them that). TY again for being patient!!!
Ameba-Chan-------- New person joining the insanity. . . . . tis goodness! Nyway, of course you can hug Shay! Everybody can!!! ::watches as Dancer tackles Shay:: Well . . . . cept her. . . . . DANCER!!! ::runs over and pulls her hikari off the ghost::
And you have biology! Ha ha ha! I took that two years ago, and I fell asleep almost every day. Then again, all we did was watch videos and do worksheets, so . . . . Heh heh. Not as bad as Chemistry.