Letters to Santa
Kitsueni: Thanks for your reviews.
Piper: Yeah, we never thought anybody would ever enjoy Kitsueni's writing.
Ryu: You owe me five bucks Piper. You lost the bet.
Kitsueni: What bet?
Piper: We bet that nobody would ever review this fic.
Kitsueni: You were betting on my writing?
Ryu: Pretty much.
Kitsueni: But you saw how many reviews "Trapped in the Mall" got.
Piper: True. So very true
Ryu: $5 please.
Piper: -Hands it to her- Happy now?
Ryu: Very. ^_^
Kitsueni: I despise you all with every fiber of my being.
Piper and Ryu: We love you too.
Kitsueni: -Sigh- On with the fic..
Disclaimer: No own. No sue.
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Chapter 2- Bakura
Ryou: "Bakura, I want you to write a letter to Santa."
Bakura: -Currently setting Anza voodoo doll on fire- "Who?"
Ryou: "Santa Claus"
Bakura: "Who the fuck is Santa?"
Ryou: "Santa is a fat, jolly man who comes to your house on Christmas Eve and leaves presents under the Christmas tree"
Bakura: "I see. So he's pretty much a fat burglar that people let into their homes"
Ryou: "Pretty much"
Bakura: -Walks over to table where Ryou is sitting- "What do I have to do?"
Ryou: -Hands him a piece of paper and a pencil- "Just write to him and tell him what you want for Christmas"
Bakura: -Takes the paper and pencil- "That sounds easy enough"
Bakura's letter:
Dear Jolly, fat thing,
I'm only writing to you because my hikari is making me. I pretty much for you to bring me any kinds of weapons of mass destruction and little, furry animals for me to use them on. If you give me that then I will probably write to you every year. Now give them to me or you will pay severely because I will rip out your tongue and strangle you with it. I will also stab you many times and cut off some of your most valuable parts. Thank you and have a nice day.
Sincerely,
Bakura Ryou
-End of letter-
Ryou: -Proofreading it- "I knew from the start that there was no amount of therapy that could save me from your insanity."
Bakura: "I'm gonna go and torture squirrels with Marik. Bye" -Waves and practically bounces out of the house down the street towards Marik and Malik's house-
Ryou: -Sigh- "Let me call my therapist"
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Piper: Care to make another bet Ryu?
Ryu: I could go for another one
Kitsueni: WOULD YOU STOP BETTING ON MY WRITING?!?!
Piper: We don't wanna
Ryu: What she said
Kitsueni: Please R&R
Kitsueni: Thanks for your reviews.
Piper: Yeah, we never thought anybody would ever enjoy Kitsueni's writing.
Ryu: You owe me five bucks Piper. You lost the bet.
Kitsueni: What bet?
Piper: We bet that nobody would ever review this fic.
Kitsueni: You were betting on my writing?
Ryu: Pretty much.
Kitsueni: But you saw how many reviews "Trapped in the Mall" got.
Piper: True. So very true
Ryu: $5 please.
Piper: -Hands it to her- Happy now?
Ryu: Very. ^_^
Kitsueni: I despise you all with every fiber of my being.
Piper and Ryu: We love you too.
Kitsueni: -Sigh- On with the fic..
Disclaimer: No own. No sue.
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Chapter 2- Bakura
Ryou: "Bakura, I want you to write a letter to Santa."
Bakura: -Currently setting Anza voodoo doll on fire- "Who?"
Ryou: "Santa Claus"
Bakura: "Who the fuck is Santa?"
Ryou: "Santa is a fat, jolly man who comes to your house on Christmas Eve and leaves presents under the Christmas tree"
Bakura: "I see. So he's pretty much a fat burglar that people let into their homes"
Ryou: "Pretty much"
Bakura: -Walks over to table where Ryou is sitting- "What do I have to do?"
Ryou: -Hands him a piece of paper and a pencil- "Just write to him and tell him what you want for Christmas"
Bakura: -Takes the paper and pencil- "That sounds easy enough"
Bakura's letter:
Dear Jolly, fat thing,
I'm only writing to you because my hikari is making me. I pretty much for you to bring me any kinds of weapons of mass destruction and little, furry animals for me to use them on. If you give me that then I will probably write to you every year. Now give them to me or you will pay severely because I will rip out your tongue and strangle you with it. I will also stab you many times and cut off some of your most valuable parts. Thank you and have a nice day.
Sincerely,
Bakura Ryou
-End of letter-
Ryou: -Proofreading it- "I knew from the start that there was no amount of therapy that could save me from your insanity."
Bakura: "I'm gonna go and torture squirrels with Marik. Bye" -Waves and practically bounces out of the house down the street towards Marik and Malik's house-
Ryou: -Sigh- "Let me call my therapist"
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Piper: Care to make another bet Ryu?
Ryu: I could go for another one
Kitsueni: WOULD YOU STOP BETTING ON MY WRITING?!?!
Piper: We don't wanna
Ryu: What she said
Kitsueni: Please R&R