A/N: I don't own Yugioh! Also, I have nothing against cheerleaders, as
you'll all soon see why. I 'borrowed' some stuff from Ranma ½, so I can't
say I own the plot! (looks shameful) Sorry to keep everyone waiting so
long! I'm been pretty busy. Anyway, please read and enjoy!
'thought' or 'sarcasm'
"speech"
~*~
Girl Days
Cheerleading Frenzy
The day was still fresh, with tranquility too brittle to interrupt. Yami was silently working in the card shop, restocking new packs of dueling cards. A trampling was heard thundering down the steps, awaking the entire household.
'Aibou must be up now,' Yami thought to himself. Yugi was the one family member who had the energy and enthusiasm to do so.
"Good morning, Aibou," Yami greeted before Yugi even entered the room.
"Er, morning Yami!" Yugi never did find out how Yami can 'foresee' the future.
"Breakfast is on the table," Yami spoke, smiling briefly at Yugi. "You need to eat something."
"Actually, you're the one who never eats anything!" Yugi teased, receiving a smirk from his counterpart. "Anyway, you know how there's a martial arts contest this week?"
"Yes." Yami was slightly confused at the immediate up bring of the topic.
"And you know that Seto's competing?"
Yami nodded, blushing faintly at the name. Yugi saw this is mentally smirked.
"Well, I found out that every competitor needs a cheerleader, and Seto doesn't have one----"
Seto blinked, as he suddenly realized what his light was implying.
"No way, Aibou!" Yami glared. "I refused to become a cheerleader! I am the king of games, not some girl in a uniform with pompoms."
Yugi sighed, the exasperation seeming to have an ironic frightening feeling to it.
"Well then, I guess I'll just have to use this." Yugi retrieved a certain tape from behind his back and grinned maliciously.
"What's that?" Yami practically stammered, his voice higher than usual.
"Oh, nothing." Yugi could barely bite back his laughter. "Nothing at all. It's only a recording of you and Seto kissing." The smaller boy smirked at Yami's gaping mouth.
"But of course, if you aren't willing to cooperate with me, I'll be forced to show this to everyone at school."
"You wouldn't!" Yami nearly shouted, lunging for the cassette.
Yugi merely stepped to the side and nodded his head. "Oh, I will, Yami. Trust me, I will."
"Great." The game king sighed with agitation. "I'm being blackmailed by my own Aibou. Besides, I don't even know how to twirl a baton."
"Don't worry. Tea can teach you. She took cheerleading when we were in middle school. And also, I'm not the only one who participated in this little scheme." Yugi wore an angelic smile, but if one examined closely, the halo was cracked and devil horns were growing out from the crown of red.
Yami stared, then burst out of the shop. Yugi grinned evilly once more.
"Boy, I sure feel sorry for the other," the boy commented, thinking about what Yami might do to his friends.
***
"No! I refuse to wear that!"
A shrill scream pierced the mall's calm atmosphere. The customers near the custom's aisle wisely moved away, in fear of decreasing their immortality.
'Why did I even agree to this?' Tea thought, shaking her head.
Yami was currently a girl, who had censored all the cheerleading uniforms she picked out. To quote, she claimed that they were 'too showy and made he look like a giddy school girl'.
"Yami!!! Choose something right NOW!"
Yami jumped back in surprise. Tea rarely raised her voice, and when she did, well…let's just say that you'll be safer standing the middle of World War II.
"But---" the girl was about to protest.
"No buts, period!" Tea placed her hands on her hips like a mother scolding a child. "You will come out of this store with a uniform or you will NEVER leave the hospital again!"
"Fine…" Yami grumbled. "But I still hate this…"
Tea watched as Yami casually flipped a couple articles of clothes, all which were dropped on the floor. She caught the store employee glare at them and smiled apologetically. When she turned her attention back to her 'companion', she was faced with a stunning red garb with a golden dragon coiled on one side. The neck was designed with a Chinese collar, and the borders of the attire were trimmed in black silk.
"Very…unique selection," Tea noted, unsure why Yami had chose this.
"I like dragons," Yami shrugged, and walked over to the cashier. "Coming?"
"Waite up!" Tea had to jog to catch up. 'At least Yami chose something,' the brunette thought as the uniform was paid and they stepped out of the store.
***
"Are you ready, Yami?"
After their little shopping spree, Tea and Yami decided to begin Yami's training.
Currently, Yami was seated in her usual leather attire watched Tea twirl a baton.
"Now, hold it like this." Tea curled her fingers around the stick and whirled it expertly. "You try."
Yami reluctantly held the baton in one hand and slowly began to rotate it in her hand. She was doing great, until she accidentally flicked it in the air and it landed on her hand.
"Ow…" the multi-color haired girl moaned, rubbed her scalp.
"You're…not exactly up for this, are you?" Tea commented, and then looked up at the ceiling. This was going to be a long day…
Five hours later, Yami finally got the hang of twirling the baton. Now, Tea was trying to teach the game master how to hold the pompoms.
"Ok, now watch." Tea held up her set of red and black shakers and recited a cheer. "S-E-T-O! Go, go! Fight, fight! Goooo Seto!" Tea released a punch for each word, making the red and black lengths of plastic bounce with a rhythmical beat.
"You want be to do that?" Yami asked in disbelieve. "I do not plan to embarrass myself."
Tea felt her face turn bright red.
"What did you say?" the girl demanded. "I happen to like cheerleading!"
"Sorry." Yami shrugged. "But I just don't see the point to this…sport."
"Whether you like it or not, you'll still have to learn." Tea glared severely and resumed her tutoring.
At the day of the competition, Yami stood by the side of the public battling ring, arms crossed and frowning. Half the male population were drooling (literally) over her new cheerleading uniform. She had to admit, she did look good, but not THAT good.
"Yami?"
Yami started at the call. She knew that voice anywhere. Seto Kaiba.
"Yami, what are you doing here?" Seto's features were placed with puzzlement, and Yami thought that he looked cute.
'Cute…?' Yami silently berated herself to thinking such a thing. "I've come to cheer you on."
Seto arched a perfect brow. "Really?" He spoke in a rather amused tone. "I must be blessed."
'He doesn't seem to remember what happened last time we met,' Yami frowned. 'Oh, well. All for the best, I guess.'
Yami smirked. "Don't get over yourself. My Aibou blackmailed me into this; I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for him."
Seto's heart fell slightly at the fact that Yami wasn't here for him. But he, of course, didn't show it.
Just then the judge announced that it was time to begin the martial arts tournament.
"Well, if you're going to cheer for me, at least wish me luck." Seto winked and strolled confidently toward the arena.
"Luck," Yami replied monotonously. Secretly, she hoped that Seto would win.
The first opponent Seto faced was a scrawny fellow with coerced skin and uncombed hair. He bounced back and forth on his feet, searching for a look place to attack.
'Hmph. This kid doesn't look that tough.' Seto thought, giving the other fighter an overview. 'But of course, looks can be deceiving.'
As it turned out, the supposedly fragile martial artist held quite a powerful punch. He threw the CEO a quick upper cut and then a jab in the ribs. Seto felt a jot of pain shoot through him, but there was no way he was going to back away now. Unfazed, he advanced toward his opponent.
'He needs encouragement,' Yami thought, watching from the sideline. She saw the other fighter's fans shout words of support and made up her mind. 'Here goes nothing!'
"Seto! Seto! He's our man! If he can't do it no one can!" Yami shouted, pumping her pompoms high into the air. "Go Seto! You can do it! Pretend that you're winning for Mokuba!"
Seto turned in surprise. "Yami?"
At that instant distraction, the opponent released a flying upper right, but Seto managed to block it.
'Alright,' the CEO thought. 'Think of Mokuba.' Seto tried, but his thoughts kept reverting back to Yami. 'I'll fight for her than.'
Seto threw a lightning kick in his rival's abdomen and ended with a karate chop to the neck. The challenger staggered back a few times, then fell to the ground, seeping into oblivion.
The judge examined the unconscious man and stood up, raising Seto's arm in the air. "I declare Seto Kaiba the winner of this round!"
"Yay! Seto won!" Yami cheered, jumping in the air and whistling.
Seto grinned at her and gave a thumbs-up sigh. Yami grinned back and winked.
Meanwhile, the next match started and Yami gawked at the name being called…
*~*
YK: Cliffhanger! If anyone can guess whom the next competitor is, he/she can decide on the next part to 'Girl Days'! Please write your answer in the review or e-mail me at www.yamiyugisan@yahoo.com Also, I'm so sorry if I've offended anyone with the cheerleader stuff and everything. I have nothing against cheerleaders!
Yami: Who the next competitor?
YK: Can't tell you.
Yami: Please?
YK: Nope^_^
Yami: I won't tell the readers to R&R
YK: (puts on puppy dog eyes) Pul-leez?
Yami: Fine…please R&R for YK
YK: ^_^
'thought' or 'sarcasm'
"speech"
~*~
Girl Days
Cheerleading Frenzy
The day was still fresh, with tranquility too brittle to interrupt. Yami was silently working in the card shop, restocking new packs of dueling cards. A trampling was heard thundering down the steps, awaking the entire household.
'Aibou must be up now,' Yami thought to himself. Yugi was the one family member who had the energy and enthusiasm to do so.
"Good morning, Aibou," Yami greeted before Yugi even entered the room.
"Er, morning Yami!" Yugi never did find out how Yami can 'foresee' the future.
"Breakfast is on the table," Yami spoke, smiling briefly at Yugi. "You need to eat something."
"Actually, you're the one who never eats anything!" Yugi teased, receiving a smirk from his counterpart. "Anyway, you know how there's a martial arts contest this week?"
"Yes." Yami was slightly confused at the immediate up bring of the topic.
"And you know that Seto's competing?"
Yami nodded, blushing faintly at the name. Yugi saw this is mentally smirked.
"Well, I found out that every competitor needs a cheerleader, and Seto doesn't have one----"
Seto blinked, as he suddenly realized what his light was implying.
"No way, Aibou!" Yami glared. "I refused to become a cheerleader! I am the king of games, not some girl in a uniform with pompoms."
Yugi sighed, the exasperation seeming to have an ironic frightening feeling to it.
"Well then, I guess I'll just have to use this." Yugi retrieved a certain tape from behind his back and grinned maliciously.
"What's that?" Yami practically stammered, his voice higher than usual.
"Oh, nothing." Yugi could barely bite back his laughter. "Nothing at all. It's only a recording of you and Seto kissing." The smaller boy smirked at Yami's gaping mouth.
"But of course, if you aren't willing to cooperate with me, I'll be forced to show this to everyone at school."
"You wouldn't!" Yami nearly shouted, lunging for the cassette.
Yugi merely stepped to the side and nodded his head. "Oh, I will, Yami. Trust me, I will."
"Great." The game king sighed with agitation. "I'm being blackmailed by my own Aibou. Besides, I don't even know how to twirl a baton."
"Don't worry. Tea can teach you. She took cheerleading when we were in middle school. And also, I'm not the only one who participated in this little scheme." Yugi wore an angelic smile, but if one examined closely, the halo was cracked and devil horns were growing out from the crown of red.
Yami stared, then burst out of the shop. Yugi grinned evilly once more.
"Boy, I sure feel sorry for the other," the boy commented, thinking about what Yami might do to his friends.
***
"No! I refuse to wear that!"
A shrill scream pierced the mall's calm atmosphere. The customers near the custom's aisle wisely moved away, in fear of decreasing their immortality.
'Why did I even agree to this?' Tea thought, shaking her head.
Yami was currently a girl, who had censored all the cheerleading uniforms she picked out. To quote, she claimed that they were 'too showy and made he look like a giddy school girl'.
"Yami!!! Choose something right NOW!"
Yami jumped back in surprise. Tea rarely raised her voice, and when she did, well…let's just say that you'll be safer standing the middle of World War II.
"But---" the girl was about to protest.
"No buts, period!" Tea placed her hands on her hips like a mother scolding a child. "You will come out of this store with a uniform or you will NEVER leave the hospital again!"
"Fine…" Yami grumbled. "But I still hate this…"
Tea watched as Yami casually flipped a couple articles of clothes, all which were dropped on the floor. She caught the store employee glare at them and smiled apologetically. When she turned her attention back to her 'companion', she was faced with a stunning red garb with a golden dragon coiled on one side. The neck was designed with a Chinese collar, and the borders of the attire were trimmed in black silk.
"Very…unique selection," Tea noted, unsure why Yami had chose this.
"I like dragons," Yami shrugged, and walked over to the cashier. "Coming?"
"Waite up!" Tea had to jog to catch up. 'At least Yami chose something,' the brunette thought as the uniform was paid and they stepped out of the store.
***
"Are you ready, Yami?"
After their little shopping spree, Tea and Yami decided to begin Yami's training.
Currently, Yami was seated in her usual leather attire watched Tea twirl a baton.
"Now, hold it like this." Tea curled her fingers around the stick and whirled it expertly. "You try."
Yami reluctantly held the baton in one hand and slowly began to rotate it in her hand. She was doing great, until she accidentally flicked it in the air and it landed on her hand.
"Ow…" the multi-color haired girl moaned, rubbed her scalp.
"You're…not exactly up for this, are you?" Tea commented, and then looked up at the ceiling. This was going to be a long day…
Five hours later, Yami finally got the hang of twirling the baton. Now, Tea was trying to teach the game master how to hold the pompoms.
"Ok, now watch." Tea held up her set of red and black shakers and recited a cheer. "S-E-T-O! Go, go! Fight, fight! Goooo Seto!" Tea released a punch for each word, making the red and black lengths of plastic bounce with a rhythmical beat.
"You want be to do that?" Yami asked in disbelieve. "I do not plan to embarrass myself."
Tea felt her face turn bright red.
"What did you say?" the girl demanded. "I happen to like cheerleading!"
"Sorry." Yami shrugged. "But I just don't see the point to this…sport."
"Whether you like it or not, you'll still have to learn." Tea glared severely and resumed her tutoring.
At the day of the competition, Yami stood by the side of the public battling ring, arms crossed and frowning. Half the male population were drooling (literally) over her new cheerleading uniform. She had to admit, she did look good, but not THAT good.
"Yami?"
Yami started at the call. She knew that voice anywhere. Seto Kaiba.
"Yami, what are you doing here?" Seto's features were placed with puzzlement, and Yami thought that he looked cute.
'Cute…?' Yami silently berated herself to thinking such a thing. "I've come to cheer you on."
Seto arched a perfect brow. "Really?" He spoke in a rather amused tone. "I must be blessed."
'He doesn't seem to remember what happened last time we met,' Yami frowned. 'Oh, well. All for the best, I guess.'
Yami smirked. "Don't get over yourself. My Aibou blackmailed me into this; I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for him."
Seto's heart fell slightly at the fact that Yami wasn't here for him. But he, of course, didn't show it.
Just then the judge announced that it was time to begin the martial arts tournament.
"Well, if you're going to cheer for me, at least wish me luck." Seto winked and strolled confidently toward the arena.
"Luck," Yami replied monotonously. Secretly, she hoped that Seto would win.
The first opponent Seto faced was a scrawny fellow with coerced skin and uncombed hair. He bounced back and forth on his feet, searching for a look place to attack.
'Hmph. This kid doesn't look that tough.' Seto thought, giving the other fighter an overview. 'But of course, looks can be deceiving.'
As it turned out, the supposedly fragile martial artist held quite a powerful punch. He threw the CEO a quick upper cut and then a jab in the ribs. Seto felt a jot of pain shoot through him, but there was no way he was going to back away now. Unfazed, he advanced toward his opponent.
'He needs encouragement,' Yami thought, watching from the sideline. She saw the other fighter's fans shout words of support and made up her mind. 'Here goes nothing!'
"Seto! Seto! He's our man! If he can't do it no one can!" Yami shouted, pumping her pompoms high into the air. "Go Seto! You can do it! Pretend that you're winning for Mokuba!"
Seto turned in surprise. "Yami?"
At that instant distraction, the opponent released a flying upper right, but Seto managed to block it.
'Alright,' the CEO thought. 'Think of Mokuba.' Seto tried, but his thoughts kept reverting back to Yami. 'I'll fight for her than.'
Seto threw a lightning kick in his rival's abdomen and ended with a karate chop to the neck. The challenger staggered back a few times, then fell to the ground, seeping into oblivion.
The judge examined the unconscious man and stood up, raising Seto's arm in the air. "I declare Seto Kaiba the winner of this round!"
"Yay! Seto won!" Yami cheered, jumping in the air and whistling.
Seto grinned at her and gave a thumbs-up sigh. Yami grinned back and winked.
Meanwhile, the next match started and Yami gawked at the name being called…
*~*
YK: Cliffhanger! If anyone can guess whom the next competitor is, he/she can decide on the next part to 'Girl Days'! Please write your answer in the review or e-mail me at www.yamiyugisan@yahoo.com Also, I'm so sorry if I've offended anyone with the cheerleader stuff and everything. I have nothing against cheerleaders!
Yami: Who the next competitor?
YK: Can't tell you.
Yami: Please?
YK: Nope^_^
Yami: I won't tell the readers to R&R
YK: (puts on puppy dog eyes) Pul-leez?
Yami: Fine…please R&R for YK
YK: ^_^
