Clicky : Please dont ask me why Im writing this. Im bored and sugar high and none of my buddies are online. And so I thought, "Hey, Honda never stars in any fics. Ill be original." Although I do understand the reason for his lack of inclusion.
Honda : Why doesnt anybody like me?
Clicky : -rolls eyes- Just read the disclaimer.
Honda : K... -ahem- Clicky doesnt own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Clicky : Where is WARNING? -looks around- Oh, there you are.
WARNING : This fic is starring Hiroto Honda. Read at your own risk.
Honda : Risk?
Clicky : Thank you, WARNING!
WARNING : Any time. -floats away-
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Once upon a time there was a 15 year old who had very bad taste.
Honda : I resent that.
He had an obsession with the color tan and thought that making his hair into one solid mass would look good.
Honda : Who says it doesnt?
Everyone : -raises hand-
Honda : @_@
He had a few friends.
Anzu : Hi! -giggles stupidly-
Jou : Hey.
Yugi : Hello!
And on this particular day, the small group of friends was at the home of Yugi Motou, also known as the Turtle Gameshop. Yugi and Jounouchi were playing a game of Duel Monsters while Anzu acted stupid and Honda watched tv.
Anzu : I like friends!
Yugi/Jou/Honda : Oo;;
Honda : -flipping channels- Theres nothing good on tv.
Yugi/Jou : -arent listening-
Anzu : ^-^
Honda : I think Im gonna leave now.
Yugi/Jou : -arent listening-
Anzu : ^-^
Honda : Bye.
Yugi/Jou : -arent listening-
Anzu : Bye, friend!
Honda got up and left the gameshop. He walked down the sidewalk.
Honda : -walking-
But suddenly -- Woosh!! He tripped and fell in a garbage can.
Honda : Ow.
Seto Kaiba, who just happened to be walking by, pointed and laughed at him.
Clicky : SETO!! -falls from the sky-
Seto : oO Uh...
Clicky : -clings to his leg-
Seto : Get it off!!
Honda : -gets out of the trash can- Yeah, like Im gonna help you, jerk.
Seto : -.-
Honda : -shrugs and kicks Clicky-
Clicky : Owie! -dissapears-
Seto : That was... odd.
Honda : ...yup.
And they both continued walking in opposite directions.
Now Honda wasnt very bright --
Honda : Now youre crossing the line.
Uh... Anyway... So... He continued walking an a straight line in a pretty much random direction. He didnt notice this until he found himself at... Alaska.
Honda : How did I get here? Dont I have to cross an ocean?
... er...
Honda : Right.
So Honda decided he might as well do some sightseeing. He walked to a little log hut where a short guy dressed like an eskimo was standing.
Honda : I uh... Wanna climb the.. er mountain. Or something.
Short guy : K.
Nobody knows how the he could understand the language. Soon enough Honda was dressed in a big fur parka and mukluks.
Honda : ...Mukluks?
Boots.
Honda : Ah.
So they gave Honda a sled and a dog team.
Honda : Whee!
And then they started moving.
Honda : 0_0
Honda attempted to drive the dogsled, but supposedly the dogs could handle it themselves, so he decided he didnt have to steer. This wasnt the best idea.
Honda : It wasnt?
The dogs ran in a straight line because Honda wasnt telling them to do anything else. The ride was smooth and Honda fell asleep.
-+-Dream Sequence-+-
Talking turtle : Follow me, and I shall make you fishers... of fish.
Honda : Okay.
-+-End Dream Sequence-+-
The dogs continued to run straight ahead and brought Honda quite a rude awakening when they hit a tree. Honda flew off the sled. The dogs found that they were free and they all ran away.
Honda : Dammit.
Honda got up and started walking again, in no particular direction.
Honda : .
It just so happened he was walking south, and before you could say "One plus one equals one on a bun" he was in a desert.
Honda : Its really hot here.
Omochao : Welcome to the desert! Its hot!
Omochao died and is was a happy time.
Honda : ^o^
Honda didnt realize he was still wearing his parka and mukluks until his hair started to melt.
Honda : 0_0
He took off the parka and mukluks.
Honda : Its still hot...
The sky was purple.
Honda : ... Oh my god! Its the talking turtle! -points to a rock-
Honda was halucinating. Or was he?
Rock : ...
Honda : AAAAH!!
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Clicky : The end!
Honda : That was a strange ending. That was a strange fic.
Clicky : Wasnt it? Please review, peoples! Chances are I wont make a sequal... Unless everyone gives me candy.
Honda : I dont think theyll want a sequal.
Clicky : Neither do I.
Honda : Why doesnt anybody like me?
Clicky : -rolls eyes- Just read the disclaimer.
Honda : K... -ahem- Clicky doesnt own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Clicky : Where is WARNING? -looks around- Oh, there you are.
WARNING : This fic is starring Hiroto Honda. Read at your own risk.
Honda : Risk?
Clicky : Thank you, WARNING!
WARNING : Any time. -floats away-
---
Once upon a time there was a 15 year old who had very bad taste.
Honda : I resent that.
He had an obsession with the color tan and thought that making his hair into one solid mass would look good.
Honda : Who says it doesnt?
Everyone : -raises hand-
Honda : @_@
He had a few friends.
Anzu : Hi! -giggles stupidly-
Jou : Hey.
Yugi : Hello!
And on this particular day, the small group of friends was at the home of Yugi Motou, also known as the Turtle Gameshop. Yugi and Jounouchi were playing a game of Duel Monsters while Anzu acted stupid and Honda watched tv.
Anzu : I like friends!
Yugi/Jou/Honda : Oo;;
Honda : -flipping channels- Theres nothing good on tv.
Yugi/Jou : -arent listening-
Anzu : ^-^
Honda : I think Im gonna leave now.
Yugi/Jou : -arent listening-
Anzu : ^-^
Honda : Bye.
Yugi/Jou : -arent listening-
Anzu : Bye, friend!
Honda got up and left the gameshop. He walked down the sidewalk.
Honda : -walking-
But suddenly -- Woosh!! He tripped and fell in a garbage can.
Honda : Ow.
Seto Kaiba, who just happened to be walking by, pointed and laughed at him.
Clicky : SETO!! -falls from the sky-
Seto : oO Uh...
Clicky : -clings to his leg-
Seto : Get it off!!
Honda : -gets out of the trash can- Yeah, like Im gonna help you, jerk.
Seto : -.-
Honda : -shrugs and kicks Clicky-
Clicky : Owie! -dissapears-
Seto : That was... odd.
Honda : ...yup.
And they both continued walking in opposite directions.
Now Honda wasnt very bright --
Honda : Now youre crossing the line.
Uh... Anyway... So... He continued walking an a straight line in a pretty much random direction. He didnt notice this until he found himself at... Alaska.
Honda : How did I get here? Dont I have to cross an ocean?
... er...
Honda : Right.
So Honda decided he might as well do some sightseeing. He walked to a little log hut where a short guy dressed like an eskimo was standing.
Honda : I uh... Wanna climb the.. er mountain. Or something.
Short guy : K.
Nobody knows how the he could understand the language. Soon enough Honda was dressed in a big fur parka and mukluks.
Honda : ...Mukluks?
Boots.
Honda : Ah.
So they gave Honda a sled and a dog team.
Honda : Whee!
And then they started moving.
Honda : 0_0
Honda attempted to drive the dogsled, but supposedly the dogs could handle it themselves, so he decided he didnt have to steer. This wasnt the best idea.
Honda : It wasnt?
The dogs ran in a straight line because Honda wasnt telling them to do anything else. The ride was smooth and Honda fell asleep.
-+-Dream Sequence-+-
Talking turtle : Follow me, and I shall make you fishers... of fish.
Honda : Okay.
-+-End Dream Sequence-+-
The dogs continued to run straight ahead and brought Honda quite a rude awakening when they hit a tree. Honda flew off the sled. The dogs found that they were free and they all ran away.
Honda : Dammit.
Honda got up and started walking again, in no particular direction.
Honda : .
It just so happened he was walking south, and before you could say "One plus one equals one on a bun" he was in a desert.
Honda : Its really hot here.
Omochao : Welcome to the desert! Its hot!
Omochao died and is was a happy time.
Honda : ^o^
Honda didnt realize he was still wearing his parka and mukluks until his hair started to melt.
Honda : 0_0
He took off the parka and mukluks.
Honda : Its still hot...
The sky was purple.
Honda : ... Oh my god! Its the talking turtle! -points to a rock-
Honda was halucinating. Or was he?
Rock : ...
Honda : AAAAH!!
---
Clicky : The end!
Honda : That was a strange ending. That was a strange fic.
Clicky : Wasnt it? Please review, peoples! Chances are I wont make a sequal... Unless everyone gives me candy.
Honda : I dont think theyll want a sequal.
Clicky : Neither do I.