Okay, I got enough positive reviews so I'll continue.I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Matchmaker Part II
Mokuba whistled cheerily as he wandered around Domino, posting up his creations on every street corner. Seto would be furious, but he didn't give a patootie. He smiled, stapling up the final next to a poster for a lost aardvark and dusted his hands off. He clasped his hands in front of him, stood on tiptoes and fluttered his eyelashes outrageously.
"Oh, Seto dear, you look simply furious! Whatever could be bothering you? Not the 382 young maidens on your doorsteps, right, Seto?" he said in a high pitched voice. Rubbing his hands together gleefully, he cackled evilly and ran off.
Seto Kaiba awoke to a horrid sound outside his window. It was as if a thousand voices - feminine voices - were screeching at once, chanting something that sounded horribly like "I showed up first! I get the first date!" Groaning, he got out of bed, staggered to the window and peered out. A mob of girls were pounding on the mansion's doors, all holding wads of cash and screaming something about getting a date. Suddenly he heard his own name mentioned. Whirling around, he sprinted out of the room.
"What the crap, Mokuba!" he yelled, searching for his younger brother. Mokuba emerged from his room, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"Yeah, oniisan?" he said tiredly.
"What is the meaning of this?" the older Kaiba demanded, shaking his brother's shoulders. Mokuba suppressed an evil grin.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"The mob of females at the doors, thinking they can BUY a date with me?!" Kaiba shrieked, hysterical with fear.
"Oh, that." Mokuba said thoughtfully. "Well, I don't know what gave them the idea, but it really would be a shame to turn them away, don't you think.?"
"No, I don't! Whoever pulled this is going to get it big time." Seto growled. Mokuba shrank back, swallowing hard.
"Ah, but oniisan, don't you think that's a bit violent? I mean, what if that person didn't mean it to make you mad?" he asked desperately. His brother wasn't listening.
"I bet it was that Wheeler punk," he muttered.
/Crap! Joey, I'm sorry,/ Mokuba thought. Kaiba reached for a nearby phone, punching its buttons like they were his tormentor's face. A voice answered on the other side.
"Hello, Wheeler residence," Joey said.
"MUTT! You have a lot of explaining to do!" Kaiba yelled into the phone. A faint 'ow' came from the other line.
"Geez, Kaiba, no need to blow my eardrums. And what do you mean, explaining? I haven't blown anything up in four days!" Joey protested.
"A likely story," Kaiba spat, hanging up. He turned to Mokuba.
"Do me a favor. If you see anyone - anyone - who might be behind this, shoot them. Mokuba nodded and gulped nervously. Maybe it had been a bad idea.
Wahoo! This chappie's done! If anyone has any ideas for what should happen, tell me. I'm lightheaded since I found my graphing calculator (after being told I'd have to pay for it: $85!) Eek. Okay then.
Reviews are greatly appreciated! Oh, and if anyone can tell me how to get bold, italic, etc., that would also be nice.
Matchmaker Part II
Mokuba whistled cheerily as he wandered around Domino, posting up his creations on every street corner. Seto would be furious, but he didn't give a patootie. He smiled, stapling up the final next to a poster for a lost aardvark and dusted his hands off. He clasped his hands in front of him, stood on tiptoes and fluttered his eyelashes outrageously.
"Oh, Seto dear, you look simply furious! Whatever could be bothering you? Not the 382 young maidens on your doorsteps, right, Seto?" he said in a high pitched voice. Rubbing his hands together gleefully, he cackled evilly and ran off.
Seto Kaiba awoke to a horrid sound outside his window. It was as if a thousand voices - feminine voices - were screeching at once, chanting something that sounded horribly like "I showed up first! I get the first date!" Groaning, he got out of bed, staggered to the window and peered out. A mob of girls were pounding on the mansion's doors, all holding wads of cash and screaming something about getting a date. Suddenly he heard his own name mentioned. Whirling around, he sprinted out of the room.
"What the crap, Mokuba!" he yelled, searching for his younger brother. Mokuba emerged from his room, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"Yeah, oniisan?" he said tiredly.
"What is the meaning of this?" the older Kaiba demanded, shaking his brother's shoulders. Mokuba suppressed an evil grin.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"The mob of females at the doors, thinking they can BUY a date with me?!" Kaiba shrieked, hysterical with fear.
"Oh, that." Mokuba said thoughtfully. "Well, I don't know what gave them the idea, but it really would be a shame to turn them away, don't you think.?"
"No, I don't! Whoever pulled this is going to get it big time." Seto growled. Mokuba shrank back, swallowing hard.
"Ah, but oniisan, don't you think that's a bit violent? I mean, what if that person didn't mean it to make you mad?" he asked desperately. His brother wasn't listening.
"I bet it was that Wheeler punk," he muttered.
/Crap! Joey, I'm sorry,/ Mokuba thought. Kaiba reached for a nearby phone, punching its buttons like they were his tormentor's face. A voice answered on the other side.
"Hello, Wheeler residence," Joey said.
"MUTT! You have a lot of explaining to do!" Kaiba yelled into the phone. A faint 'ow' came from the other line.
"Geez, Kaiba, no need to blow my eardrums. And what do you mean, explaining? I haven't blown anything up in four days!" Joey protested.
"A likely story," Kaiba spat, hanging up. He turned to Mokuba.
"Do me a favor. If you see anyone - anyone - who might be behind this, shoot them. Mokuba nodded and gulped nervously. Maybe it had been a bad idea.
Wahoo! This chappie's done! If anyone has any ideas for what should happen, tell me. I'm lightheaded since I found my graphing calculator (after being told I'd have to pay for it: $85!) Eek. Okay then.
Reviews are greatly appreciated! Oh, and if anyone can tell me how to get bold, italic, etc., that would also be nice.