Spoons: Wow. You guys actually LIKED it? Well I had no thoughts of continuing, but since
some of you asked so nicely, this will be the LAST CHAPTER! Think of it as the really late
conclusion just for kicks.
Kaiba: You know, you don't have to do this just because they asked you. -_-;
Ryou: Aww, I think it's kinda nice.
Spoons: Thank you, Ryou. Now then, I will be starting another story soon, so I can't be
worrying about this one too much. That and I still need to conclude I Can't Tell You.
Joey: Please...you don't really need to conclude that one.
Bakura: Oh shut up and deal.
Joey: But I'm ALWAYS the victim!!
Yugi: No you're not. I am.
Spoons: Gaah! Stop! ANYway...my point is...um...what was my point again?
Bakura: -_-; Spoons doesn't own Yugioh or it's characters. So please don't sue. It would
just depress Spoons. Then she'd feel inclined to write another suicidal angst.
Spoons: And if I do, It'll feature Ryou and Bakura!! ^_^
Bakura: So please don't.
Spoons: Ah! I remembered my point! This story isn't my most...um...well thought-out story.
If you like it, I'd suggest you read one of my non-holiday ones. ^_~
Kaiba: Alright, that's enough. No one ever reads these anyway, so lets start already.
Rating= G
/blah/ = hikari to yami
//blah// = yami to hikari
~*~*~*~*~*~ = scene/time change
Spoons: Umm...yeah. and no yaoi.
~~~~~IMPORTANT: There's a petition going around to BAN ANIME from America. If anyone who
reads this is from America and is interested in stopping this outrage, e-mail me at
Bbbirtcil@aol.com and I'll foreword the anti-petition to ya. Thanks!
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"Tonight is Christmas eve, Bakura! Aren't you excited?!"
"As long as I get lots of presents, then yes. I am very excited."
Ryou, in his favorite winter sweater and socks, was rushing around his living room, making
small adjustments in the decorations, while Bakura was sitting in one of the arm chairs,
sipping his hard-earned hot chocolate. Yes, the snowball fight had been long and rather wet,
but he'd gotten to hit people upside the head with balls of snow, this time with a valid
excuse.
The room was absolutely covered in white Christmas lights and candy cane-themed decor.
A small pine tree was propped up in the center of the room, it's branches loaded down with
ornaments of every kind. As was the tradition every year, Ryou dragged Bakura to the store
to pick out an ornament for himself and for Ryou. This year, Ryou had a fluffy little bird
that clipped onto one of the branches, while Bakura had picked out a black ball covered in
snow flakes.
"Uh...Bakura?"
"What?"
"I don't see your hat with your other snow things. Where is it?"
"Oh yeaaaah. Yami's aim's been improving."
"Never mind. I don't think I want to know."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Meanwhile at the Ishtar residence...
"MARIK! GIVE ME BACK THE RECIPIE BOOK!!"
"Never! Get away from me!"
"YAAA! Give it back!"
"Nooo!! Hikari! She's got the recipie book! Get it! Get iiiiit!"
Malik buried his face in his book and sank deeped into his chair.
"Oh calm down, Marik. Her cooking isn't THAT bad."
Marik walked into the living room, panting from his run around the kitchen.
//Then give me the Rod and I'll do it myself.//
/No./
//Please?//
/I said no!/
//Hmm...give me the Rod or I'll hide all of your Christmas presents until new year's.//
"Fine, take it! Just leave my stuff alone."
"Hee hee hee...where'd Isis get to?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Let's leave them alone for now and go see what Yugi's doing...
"Ohhhh...so THAT'S what Christmas is."
"Yes, Yami. People buy stuff for other people and give it to them. Trees are just for the
sake of tradition, and little kids are told that their presents come from an imaginary guy
from the North Pole."
"I see. What's for dinner tonight?"
"I don't know. Grandpa says it's a secret."
"I hope it's something good. Is hitting people with balls of snow also part of this
'Christmas tradition'?"
"Uh...no. Why?"
"Just wondering."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
And now...back to the Ishtar residence.
//Iiiiim dreeeeaming...//
/Stop it!!/
//...of a whiiiite...Chriiistmaaas...// Marik sang to himself in the mental link, as he
crept down the hallway and into the kitchen with Millennium Rod in hand. Isis was standing
in front of the oven, staring at a large, red cookbook. She muttered something about how hot
it should be and turned it up to 450. Marik stopped directly behind her and aimed the Rod
at the evil cookbook.
"Don't even think about it, Marik. I'm going to cook this goose, recipie or no recipie."
Marik pouted and returned to the living room, stretching out across the couch.
"Well?" Malik asked as he turned the page.
"'Well' what?"
"Did you get rid of my sister's cookbook?"
"No. She said she'd cook the meal anyway even if she had no recipie to follow. Maybe I
should just get rid of HER."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Then we would have to get jobs."
//Then maybe we could just sneak out.//
/Hey...yeah. That would work. But where would we go?/
//I think I know someplace good.//
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Yugi! Someone's at the door!" Grandfather yelled from the kitchen. Yugi jumped up and ran
to the front hall, looking out the window to see who it was. He shook his head and opened
the door.
"Hi, Yugi! 'Mind if we hide out here for a while?" Malik chirped.
"Why? What did you guys do?"
"Oh, nothing illegal this time." Marik said. "We're just hiding from Isis's cooking,
that's all."
"Well, I don't know. I suppose it IS Christmas. Let me ask my grandfather." Yugi walked back
into the house.
"Can we come in at least? It's really cold out here!"
"Sure!"
Malik and Marik walked into the living room. Yami looked up, startled.
"Hya, pharaoh! Merry Christmas!" Malik said.
"Uh...Hi."
Around half an hour later, Yugi returned to join the group, saying that it was alright if
they stayed as long as the left early tomorrow next morning. Marik began to hum carols
again as Grandfather brought in cider.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Marik!? Malik?! Where ARE you two!? Dinner's READY!!"
Isis pouted and circled the house for the fifth time, getting more and more angry by the
second. This wasn't the first time they'd tried something like this. She grabbed her coat
and headed for the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
*DING DONG*...
*DING DONG*...
*DING DONG*...
"Bakura! Get the door, already!"
"Why can't YOU!?"
"Bakura!!"
"Hmf."
Bakura stood up from his spot by the fire and walked slowly towards the door.
*DING DONG*
"Yeah, yeah. I'm comin'" He mumbled, as he opened the door.
"Hello, Ryou. Have you seen my brother, or that yami of his?" Isis was glaring murderously.
"I'm not Ryou, I'm Bakura. And no, I haven't seen them."
"Agh. They ran off and now I can't find them!"
"Hello, Isis!" Ryou came to the door and stood next to Bakura, smiling warmly. "I heard
what happened. Where have you looked so far?"
"Here, the park, various alleyways...where else would they go?"
"I know! Why don't you look in the least likeliest place." Bakura said sarcastically. Ryou
elbowed him hard.
//What!?//
/It's Christmas. Try to be nice./
"Well, where would they think I'd never look?" Isis said to herself, ignoring Bakura's
sarcasm. "Maybe I'll try Kaiba's. Or Joey's."
"How about Yugi's?" Ryou offered. "Yami lives there, too. That would be a good place to
look."
Isis thanked them and left down the frost-covered steps.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
"I got it!" Yugi yelled as he ran to the door. The color drained from his face as he peeked
out the window to see who it was.
/...Um...Yami? We've got trouble./
//What? What's wrong?//
/Isis is at the door. What should we do?/
//Let her in.//
/You sure?/
//Well, why not?//
Yugi sighed and creeked the door open and smiled nervously at the very angry Isis on his
front doorstep.
"Hello, Yugi. Have you seen my brother and his yami?"
"Ah...well, um..."
"...Is he here?"
"Eh heh...well about that..."
"He's here, isn't he? I knew it. May I come in?" She asked venemously. Yugi gulped and
nodded, stepping aside as she walked in. He waited for a few seconds before he heard loud
screaming erupt from inside the house. Malik and Marik sprinted around the corner and out
the open door with Isis chasing them close behind. Yugi shook his head and closed the door,
walking back inside. He sat down next to Yami and grinned.
"You know what they say. Christmas is a time for families to bond."
"I wouldn't...call that bonding."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Merry Christmas, yami."
"Aw...get off, Ryou." Bakura pried his hikari's arms from around his middle and sat down on
the couch."You know I hate that."
"But it's Christmas!"
"So?"
Ryou smiled and shook his head, sitting down on the other end.
"What movie do you want to watch?"
"Anything that isn't festive. Or happy. I'm sick of people being happy."
Ahh. Another Christmas with Bakura. Only someone like Ryou could enjoy it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Eww!"
"Oh, shut up and eat it, Malik."
//Try spooning it into your milk when she's not looking.//
/That's even more disgusting./
//Suit yourself//
Isis smiled evily at her brother and dropped another spoonful of the odd, yellowish-colored
stuffing on his plate.
/Have you tried it yet? What does it taste like?/
//Sock.//
/What?/
//It tastes like a sock.//
/...How do you know what a sock tastes like?/
//...//
/Nevermind./
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Spoons: Yeah. I know it was a bit late...
Bakura: New Year's was two days ago.
Spoons: But I started writing it only a few days after Christmas and...well...got a bit
lazy and didn't post it. But I liked it so much that I did anyway! ^_^
Kaiba: You LIKED it?
Spoons: -_-*
Ryou: Think of it as a prequal to the story: New Year's Eve with Malik and Marik.
Malik: Yup!
Spoons: Oh. And I know the format of the way my stories appear on the page is a bit annoying
and hard to read at times, but it's not my fault. It's my word program's fault. But I'll
fix it when I get back to my old computer in a few days. Go enjoy the new year!!
some of you asked so nicely, this will be the LAST CHAPTER! Think of it as the really late
conclusion just for kicks.
Kaiba: You know, you don't have to do this just because they asked you. -_-;
Ryou: Aww, I think it's kinda nice.
Spoons: Thank you, Ryou. Now then, I will be starting another story soon, so I can't be
worrying about this one too much. That and I still need to conclude I Can't Tell You.
Joey: Please...you don't really need to conclude that one.
Bakura: Oh shut up and deal.
Joey: But I'm ALWAYS the victim!!
Yugi: No you're not. I am.
Spoons: Gaah! Stop! ANYway...my point is...um...what was my point again?
Bakura: -_-; Spoons doesn't own Yugioh or it's characters. So please don't sue. It would
just depress Spoons. Then she'd feel inclined to write another suicidal angst.
Spoons: And if I do, It'll feature Ryou and Bakura!! ^_^
Bakura: So please don't.
Spoons: Ah! I remembered my point! This story isn't my most...um...well thought-out story.
If you like it, I'd suggest you read one of my non-holiday ones. ^_~
Kaiba: Alright, that's enough. No one ever reads these anyway, so lets start already.
Rating= G
/blah/ = hikari to yami
//blah// = yami to hikari
~*~*~*~*~*~ = scene/time change
Spoons: Umm...yeah. and no yaoi.
~~~~~IMPORTANT: There's a petition going around to BAN ANIME from America. If anyone who
reads this is from America and is interested in stopping this outrage, e-mail me at
Bbbirtcil@aol.com and I'll foreword the anti-petition to ya. Thanks!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Tonight is Christmas eve, Bakura! Aren't you excited?!"
"As long as I get lots of presents, then yes. I am very excited."
Ryou, in his favorite winter sweater and socks, was rushing around his living room, making
small adjustments in the decorations, while Bakura was sitting in one of the arm chairs,
sipping his hard-earned hot chocolate. Yes, the snowball fight had been long and rather wet,
but he'd gotten to hit people upside the head with balls of snow, this time with a valid
excuse.
The room was absolutely covered in white Christmas lights and candy cane-themed decor.
A small pine tree was propped up in the center of the room, it's branches loaded down with
ornaments of every kind. As was the tradition every year, Ryou dragged Bakura to the store
to pick out an ornament for himself and for Ryou. This year, Ryou had a fluffy little bird
that clipped onto one of the branches, while Bakura had picked out a black ball covered in
snow flakes.
"Uh...Bakura?"
"What?"
"I don't see your hat with your other snow things. Where is it?"
"Oh yeaaaah. Yami's aim's been improving."
"Never mind. I don't think I want to know."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Meanwhile at the Ishtar residence...
"MARIK! GIVE ME BACK THE RECIPIE BOOK!!"
"Never! Get away from me!"
"YAAA! Give it back!"
"Nooo!! Hikari! She's got the recipie book! Get it! Get iiiiit!"
Malik buried his face in his book and sank deeped into his chair.
"Oh calm down, Marik. Her cooking isn't THAT bad."
Marik walked into the living room, panting from his run around the kitchen.
//Then give me the Rod and I'll do it myself.//
/No./
//Please?//
/I said no!/
//Hmm...give me the Rod or I'll hide all of your Christmas presents until new year's.//
"Fine, take it! Just leave my stuff alone."
"Hee hee hee...where'd Isis get to?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Let's leave them alone for now and go see what Yugi's doing...
"Ohhhh...so THAT'S what Christmas is."
"Yes, Yami. People buy stuff for other people and give it to them. Trees are just for the
sake of tradition, and little kids are told that their presents come from an imaginary guy
from the North Pole."
"I see. What's for dinner tonight?"
"I don't know. Grandpa says it's a secret."
"I hope it's something good. Is hitting people with balls of snow also part of this
'Christmas tradition'?"
"Uh...no. Why?"
"Just wondering."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
And now...back to the Ishtar residence.
//Iiiiim dreeeeaming...//
/Stop it!!/
//...of a whiiiite...Chriiistmaaas...// Marik sang to himself in the mental link, as he
crept down the hallway and into the kitchen with Millennium Rod in hand. Isis was standing
in front of the oven, staring at a large, red cookbook. She muttered something about how hot
it should be and turned it up to 450. Marik stopped directly behind her and aimed the Rod
at the evil cookbook.
"Don't even think about it, Marik. I'm going to cook this goose, recipie or no recipie."
Marik pouted and returned to the living room, stretching out across the couch.
"Well?" Malik asked as he turned the page.
"'Well' what?"
"Did you get rid of my sister's cookbook?"
"No. She said she'd cook the meal anyway even if she had no recipie to follow. Maybe I
should just get rid of HER."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Then we would have to get jobs."
//Then maybe we could just sneak out.//
/Hey...yeah. That would work. But where would we go?/
//I think I know someplace good.//
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Yugi! Someone's at the door!" Grandfather yelled from the kitchen. Yugi jumped up and ran
to the front hall, looking out the window to see who it was. He shook his head and opened
the door.
"Hi, Yugi! 'Mind if we hide out here for a while?" Malik chirped.
"Why? What did you guys do?"
"Oh, nothing illegal this time." Marik said. "We're just hiding from Isis's cooking,
that's all."
"Well, I don't know. I suppose it IS Christmas. Let me ask my grandfather." Yugi walked back
into the house.
"Can we come in at least? It's really cold out here!"
"Sure!"
Malik and Marik walked into the living room. Yami looked up, startled.
"Hya, pharaoh! Merry Christmas!" Malik said.
"Uh...Hi."
Around half an hour later, Yugi returned to join the group, saying that it was alright if
they stayed as long as the left early tomorrow next morning. Marik began to hum carols
again as Grandfather brought in cider.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Marik!? Malik?! Where ARE you two!? Dinner's READY!!"
Isis pouted and circled the house for the fifth time, getting more and more angry by the
second. This wasn't the first time they'd tried something like this. She grabbed her coat
and headed for the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
*DING DONG*...
*DING DONG*...
*DING DONG*...
"Bakura! Get the door, already!"
"Why can't YOU!?"
"Bakura!!"
"Hmf."
Bakura stood up from his spot by the fire and walked slowly towards the door.
*DING DONG*
"Yeah, yeah. I'm comin'" He mumbled, as he opened the door.
"Hello, Ryou. Have you seen my brother, or that yami of his?" Isis was glaring murderously.
"I'm not Ryou, I'm Bakura. And no, I haven't seen them."
"Agh. They ran off and now I can't find them!"
"Hello, Isis!" Ryou came to the door and stood next to Bakura, smiling warmly. "I heard
what happened. Where have you looked so far?"
"Here, the park, various alleyways...where else would they go?"
"I know! Why don't you look in the least likeliest place." Bakura said sarcastically. Ryou
elbowed him hard.
//What!?//
/It's Christmas. Try to be nice./
"Well, where would they think I'd never look?" Isis said to herself, ignoring Bakura's
sarcasm. "Maybe I'll try Kaiba's. Or Joey's."
"How about Yugi's?" Ryou offered. "Yami lives there, too. That would be a good place to
look."
Isis thanked them and left down the frost-covered steps.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
"I got it!" Yugi yelled as he ran to the door. The color drained from his face as he peeked
out the window to see who it was.
/...Um...Yami? We've got trouble./
//What? What's wrong?//
/Isis is at the door. What should we do?/
//Let her in.//
/You sure?/
//Well, why not?//
Yugi sighed and creeked the door open and smiled nervously at the very angry Isis on his
front doorstep.
"Hello, Yugi. Have you seen my brother and his yami?"
"Ah...well, um..."
"...Is he here?"
"Eh heh...well about that..."
"He's here, isn't he? I knew it. May I come in?" She asked venemously. Yugi gulped and
nodded, stepping aside as she walked in. He waited for a few seconds before he heard loud
screaming erupt from inside the house. Malik and Marik sprinted around the corner and out
the open door with Isis chasing them close behind. Yugi shook his head and closed the door,
walking back inside. He sat down next to Yami and grinned.
"You know what they say. Christmas is a time for families to bond."
"I wouldn't...call that bonding."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Merry Christmas, yami."
"Aw...get off, Ryou." Bakura pried his hikari's arms from around his middle and sat down on
the couch."You know I hate that."
"But it's Christmas!"
"So?"
Ryou smiled and shook his head, sitting down on the other end.
"What movie do you want to watch?"
"Anything that isn't festive. Or happy. I'm sick of people being happy."
Ahh. Another Christmas with Bakura. Only someone like Ryou could enjoy it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Eww!"
"Oh, shut up and eat it, Malik."
//Try spooning it into your milk when she's not looking.//
/That's even more disgusting./
//Suit yourself//
Isis smiled evily at her brother and dropped another spoonful of the odd, yellowish-colored
stuffing on his plate.
/Have you tried it yet? What does it taste like?/
//Sock.//
/What?/
//It tastes like a sock.//
/...How do you know what a sock tastes like?/
//...//
/Nevermind./
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Spoons: Yeah. I know it was a bit late...
Bakura: New Year's was two days ago.
Spoons: But I started writing it only a few days after Christmas and...well...got a bit
lazy and didn't post it. But I liked it so much that I did anyway! ^_^
Kaiba: You LIKED it?
Spoons: -_-*
Ryou: Think of it as a prequal to the story: New Year's Eve with Malik and Marik.
Malik: Yup!
Spoons: Oh. And I know the format of the way my stories appear on the page is a bit annoying
and hard to read at times, but it's not my fault. It's my word program's fault. But I'll
fix it when I get back to my old computer in a few days. Go enjoy the new year!!