Dancer: ::is sitting on the bed behind Flame with a sign around her neck::
sign says: Is Easily Distracted By Bright, Shiny Objects, Including
Computer
Flame: I hate her, I hate her, I really really hate her. . . . . .
Shay: ::randomly popping out of nowhere:: isn't it bad for a yami to hate her hikari?
Flame: Not this yami.
I GOT OVER A HUNDRED REVIEWS!!!!!! THANK YOU TO ALL!!!!! ::runs around hugging reviewers::
Shay: Uh. . . . yeah. . . . ::grabs Flame and pulls her away before she accidentally strangles someone::
Flame: Lemme go! I wasn't gonna hurt them, I promise!
Shay: It's not pain I'm worried about, it's what'll happen to me if another ghost comes into the picture. . . . and you're gonna kill someone if you don't calm down.
Flame: Phooey. Anyway, TY again to NeoChaosCrystal for this idea.
And Ameba-Chan? Next chapter, I promise. . . . too many ideas, too little time!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO. I only own Shay. And the idea for Wiggie. Wish I owned her, but. . . . .
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I'm not sure what Mokuba was supposed to be doing, but I know he wasn't doing it.
"Good lord," I said as I floated over to him. "It's a four-legged red-head wig."
Mokuba was standing next to a large red dog. The dog's shoulders came even at my waist. Its fur was long and dark red, silky and shiny and gave me the near-irrepressible desire to pet the thing bald. The tail, fur streaming from it like a banner, rose at my approach and went from side to side. The muzzle opened to reveal a pink tongue that lolled to one side as the dog regarded me with dark brown eyes.
"Isn't she gorgeous?"
Elegant was the word that came to my mind. So did the word wig. I couldn't seem to get rid of it.
"Yeah, she's lovely," I answered warily. That tail was going about two hundred miles per second. Her rear end followed the movement, and even her ears were flopping a little bit.
"Now, just go give her back to her owner---"
"She doesn't have one."
I should have sensed trouble right then and there. But no, I was naïve and trusted Mokuba.
"Well, I s'pose she can stay for a while," I mused, "but you talk to Kaiba 'bout keepin' her around."
Like he would.
He nodded, probably just to get me to leave, and I turned.
WHAM.
Two large paws hit me in the back, just below my shoulder blades, and I was suddenly one with the grass as the dog licked my face.
"GET OFF!!!"
Mokuba stared as I managed to roll over and force the dog away from me. She barked and dropped her front end, tail still high in the air. She looked like she was bowing.
I recognized it and refused to play her game.
"No." I snapped. "Now go bother Mokuba."
She sat and stared at me with those wistful, soul-touching eyes, and I found myself being pulled in.
"No!!! Stoppit!!!" I lunged away, ignoring the fact that I went through her even though she'd been able to touch me.
"What's wrong?" Mokuba asked, looking up at me.
"Waddya mean, what's wrong? Nothing's wrong, everything's PERFECT---"
"Well, you don't normally jump into the tree and hug the branch for nothing."
"Damn dog is way too good at begging."
Mokuba laughed.
"You're scared of my dog just because she can beg?"
Note the use of 'my'. I didn't.
"Yes! No! I'm not scared of any stupid old dog, it's her eyes! She can touch me! She can LICK me!" So saying, I wiped the drool off my cheek with the palm of my hand. "She looks like a carrot-top wig, for crying out loud! And you know Kaiba won't have her anywhere NEAR his house-------"
Damn those begging eyes. I was getting full-blast from both of them by now. One wanted attention and someone to tackle without breaking said person's bones (what bones? Do ghosts even have bones? If I do, wouldn't they get stuck when I tried to go through a wall?). The other, I couldn't tell what he wanted until I mentally rewound the conversation and played it again.
"Wait. . . . . . YOUR dog? You're not going to keep her! You can't! She belongs to someone, I c'n promise ya! Irish Setters're expensive, 'specially one so well-trained! Kaiba won' let ya keep 'er, I ain't gonna let ya keep'er, she ain't gonna stick 'round fer long, and WHAT're ya laughin' at?"
"You," Mokuba gasped. "The more you yelled, the more your grammar slipped. You sound like you're a Southerner from the States."
I opened my mouth, then snapped it shut. If there was truly a change like that, I hadn't noticed it.
"Anyway," Mokuba added as he turned to face the dog, "I'm not going to tell my brother, and neither are you!"
I blinked at him, still trying to figure out the whole Southern-accent thing. Get a grip, Shay, that conversation ended thirty seconds ago, you're centuries behind now.
Still, me being a wise and tactful person, the next comment slipped out before I could put proper thought into it.
"Neither am I? Or what? You can't do anything to me."
No words were necessary. All he had to do was hold up the garden hose that had been resting by his foot.
"Oh."
"Yeah," Mokuba answered. He turned to look at the lawn, and I looked at the dog.
"Wig," I muttered. "You're a walkin' wig."
The tail started to wag again.
"Wig," I repeated. The tail went faster. "Wig. . . . wig. . . . . Wiggie?"
She barked. I grinned.
"Wiggie it is, then!"
"Hmm?" Mokuba looked at me. I pointed at Wiggie.
"Wiggie." I announced. She barked. Mokuba looked at me, then Wiggie.
"What?"
"For such a bright kid, you're takin' a long time to catch on," I muttered.
"Wiggie? He repeated dubiously (A/N: Vocab word! See, I DO use English! ::sticks her tongue out at Ms. Smith::) "Her name is Wiggie?"
"Listen, kid. If I'm gonna help you keep this hairdo-wannabe around, I reserve the right to name her. Her name is Wiggie."
"Well, at least it'll take about three minutes longer for Seto to tell us to get her out," Mokuba muttered. "He'll have to laugh first."
I grinned and dropped from the tree.
"All right, Wiggie, Mokuba, I'm headin' back up to the house to see if Kaiba needs any help. The computer was telling him he'd gotten a fatal error and was playing dead with the 'X' eyes and everything two minutes ago. . . . ."
Mokuba laughed, and I grinned. Turned to leave.
Sharp teeth grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled, causing me to slip and fall over backwards, through Wiggie and somewhat through the ground.
Mokuba laughed even harder, and after I'd gotten done cursing the dog, I stood and floated about ten feet off the ground before attempting to leave again.
"Come to think of it," I muttered as I floated into the living room, "I don't want to be the one to tell Kaiba he's got a pet---"
"I'll deal with it; I live with you."
I spun around and found the devil himself sitting on the couch.
Uh oh.
"Now, what was this about not telling me I've got a pet?"
"Ummmmm. . . . ."
Shit.
How much does Seto Kaiba like, or hate as my luck goes, dogs?
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Flame: I love being an authoress. The power of cliffhangers are wonderful... ::insert evil laughter here::
Anyway, I received a review that was requested to be posted in my next chapter. . . . if that made sense. . . .
~*~ Raven Scorne
Hello insane ppls. It is I the great... *looks at scripts* I"M NOT SAYING THAT!
Farren: *snickers* it's your job, or you won't get paid!
Raven: NO WAY! It was a good story and a lot of laughs but I'm not going to ruin my reputation!
Farren: I'll double...
Raven: gr... it is I the great hooker of doom... fear me... blah. It takes your sick mind to write this script...
Farren: I love being the sadistic and weird Yami.
Raven: you also forgot insolent and rude and arrogant and selfish...
Farren: stop being cynical!
Raven: Sorry... it's just out of habit. *sticks out tongue*
Farren: Urusei.
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Anyway, R&R please!!!! I LUVS YOU ALLS!!!!!
Flame: I hate her, I hate her, I really really hate her. . . . . .
Shay: ::randomly popping out of nowhere:: isn't it bad for a yami to hate her hikari?
Flame: Not this yami.
I GOT OVER A HUNDRED REVIEWS!!!!!! THANK YOU TO ALL!!!!! ::runs around hugging reviewers::
Shay: Uh. . . . yeah. . . . ::grabs Flame and pulls her away before she accidentally strangles someone::
Flame: Lemme go! I wasn't gonna hurt them, I promise!
Shay: It's not pain I'm worried about, it's what'll happen to me if another ghost comes into the picture. . . . and you're gonna kill someone if you don't calm down.
Flame: Phooey. Anyway, TY again to NeoChaosCrystal for this idea.
And Ameba-Chan? Next chapter, I promise. . . . too many ideas, too little time!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO. I only own Shay. And the idea for Wiggie. Wish I owned her, but. . . . .
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I'm not sure what Mokuba was supposed to be doing, but I know he wasn't doing it.
"Good lord," I said as I floated over to him. "It's a four-legged red-head wig."
Mokuba was standing next to a large red dog. The dog's shoulders came even at my waist. Its fur was long and dark red, silky and shiny and gave me the near-irrepressible desire to pet the thing bald. The tail, fur streaming from it like a banner, rose at my approach and went from side to side. The muzzle opened to reveal a pink tongue that lolled to one side as the dog regarded me with dark brown eyes.
"Isn't she gorgeous?"
Elegant was the word that came to my mind. So did the word wig. I couldn't seem to get rid of it.
"Yeah, she's lovely," I answered warily. That tail was going about two hundred miles per second. Her rear end followed the movement, and even her ears were flopping a little bit.
"Now, just go give her back to her owner---"
"She doesn't have one."
I should have sensed trouble right then and there. But no, I was naïve and trusted Mokuba.
"Well, I s'pose she can stay for a while," I mused, "but you talk to Kaiba 'bout keepin' her around."
Like he would.
He nodded, probably just to get me to leave, and I turned.
WHAM.
Two large paws hit me in the back, just below my shoulder blades, and I was suddenly one with the grass as the dog licked my face.
"GET OFF!!!"
Mokuba stared as I managed to roll over and force the dog away from me. She barked and dropped her front end, tail still high in the air. She looked like she was bowing.
I recognized it and refused to play her game.
"No." I snapped. "Now go bother Mokuba."
She sat and stared at me with those wistful, soul-touching eyes, and I found myself being pulled in.
"No!!! Stoppit!!!" I lunged away, ignoring the fact that I went through her even though she'd been able to touch me.
"What's wrong?" Mokuba asked, looking up at me.
"Waddya mean, what's wrong? Nothing's wrong, everything's PERFECT---"
"Well, you don't normally jump into the tree and hug the branch for nothing."
"Damn dog is way too good at begging."
Mokuba laughed.
"You're scared of my dog just because she can beg?"
Note the use of 'my'. I didn't.
"Yes! No! I'm not scared of any stupid old dog, it's her eyes! She can touch me! She can LICK me!" So saying, I wiped the drool off my cheek with the palm of my hand. "She looks like a carrot-top wig, for crying out loud! And you know Kaiba won't have her anywhere NEAR his house-------"
Damn those begging eyes. I was getting full-blast from both of them by now. One wanted attention and someone to tackle without breaking said person's bones (what bones? Do ghosts even have bones? If I do, wouldn't they get stuck when I tried to go through a wall?). The other, I couldn't tell what he wanted until I mentally rewound the conversation and played it again.
"Wait. . . . . . YOUR dog? You're not going to keep her! You can't! She belongs to someone, I c'n promise ya! Irish Setters're expensive, 'specially one so well-trained! Kaiba won' let ya keep 'er, I ain't gonna let ya keep'er, she ain't gonna stick 'round fer long, and WHAT're ya laughin' at?"
"You," Mokuba gasped. "The more you yelled, the more your grammar slipped. You sound like you're a Southerner from the States."
I opened my mouth, then snapped it shut. If there was truly a change like that, I hadn't noticed it.
"Anyway," Mokuba added as he turned to face the dog, "I'm not going to tell my brother, and neither are you!"
I blinked at him, still trying to figure out the whole Southern-accent thing. Get a grip, Shay, that conversation ended thirty seconds ago, you're centuries behind now.
Still, me being a wise and tactful person, the next comment slipped out before I could put proper thought into it.
"Neither am I? Or what? You can't do anything to me."
No words were necessary. All he had to do was hold up the garden hose that had been resting by his foot.
"Oh."
"Yeah," Mokuba answered. He turned to look at the lawn, and I looked at the dog.
"Wig," I muttered. "You're a walkin' wig."
The tail started to wag again.
"Wig," I repeated. The tail went faster. "Wig. . . . wig. . . . . Wiggie?"
She barked. I grinned.
"Wiggie it is, then!"
"Hmm?" Mokuba looked at me. I pointed at Wiggie.
"Wiggie." I announced. She barked. Mokuba looked at me, then Wiggie.
"What?"
"For such a bright kid, you're takin' a long time to catch on," I muttered.
"Wiggie? He repeated dubiously (A/N: Vocab word! See, I DO use English! ::sticks her tongue out at Ms. Smith::) "Her name is Wiggie?"
"Listen, kid. If I'm gonna help you keep this hairdo-wannabe around, I reserve the right to name her. Her name is Wiggie."
"Well, at least it'll take about three minutes longer for Seto to tell us to get her out," Mokuba muttered. "He'll have to laugh first."
I grinned and dropped from the tree.
"All right, Wiggie, Mokuba, I'm headin' back up to the house to see if Kaiba needs any help. The computer was telling him he'd gotten a fatal error and was playing dead with the 'X' eyes and everything two minutes ago. . . . ."
Mokuba laughed, and I grinned. Turned to leave.
Sharp teeth grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled, causing me to slip and fall over backwards, through Wiggie and somewhat through the ground.
Mokuba laughed even harder, and after I'd gotten done cursing the dog, I stood and floated about ten feet off the ground before attempting to leave again.
"Come to think of it," I muttered as I floated into the living room, "I don't want to be the one to tell Kaiba he's got a pet---"
"I'll deal with it; I live with you."
I spun around and found the devil himself sitting on the couch.
Uh oh.
"Now, what was this about not telling me I've got a pet?"
"Ummmmm. . . . ."
Shit.
How much does Seto Kaiba like, or hate as my luck goes, dogs?
~*~*~*~*~
Flame: I love being an authoress. The power of cliffhangers are wonderful... ::insert evil laughter here::
Anyway, I received a review that was requested to be posted in my next chapter. . . . if that made sense. . . .
~*~ Raven Scorne
Hello insane ppls. It is I the great... *looks at scripts* I"M NOT SAYING THAT!
Farren: *snickers* it's your job, or you won't get paid!
Raven: NO WAY! It was a good story and a lot of laughs but I'm not going to ruin my reputation!
Farren: I'll double...
Raven: gr... it is I the great hooker of doom... fear me... blah. It takes your sick mind to write this script...
Farren: I love being the sadistic and weird Yami.
Raven: you also forgot insolent and rude and arrogant and selfish...
Farren: stop being cynical!
Raven: Sorry... it's just out of habit. *sticks out tongue*
Farren: Urusei.
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Anyway, R&R please!!!! I LUVS YOU ALLS!!!!!