"Karaoke Night Part II"
Written by Diablo Omega
Disclaimer: How may times do I have to tell you people this?! Own nothing! NOTHING!
Warnings: Some swearing and, of course, Japanese. Now, on with the show! Wait, I
mean story...no, show...or was it story? Whatever. *Sigh*
We join the main characters (Yami, Yugi, Seto, Joey and Teya) and again the
authors, Diablo Omega and Pheonixfire-k, at the Good Old Days. They are sitting around
a table, and are looking either nervously or angrily at the author, who is telling the
waiter-type person something and motioning around the table.
"Very good, sir. Your food will be right with you."
Diablo nodded. He glanced at his partner-in-crime, who shrugged, and whispered
something to him.
"Okay, Diablo why don't you tell us what's going on?" asked a stressed-looking
Kaiba. Other cast members nodded in consent.
"We're not doin' Karaoke again, are we?" demanded Joey.
"No, but, with what I have planned, you'll wish we were..." sighed the author.
THIS got some interesting looks.
Before anyone could ask, six steaming plates, each with a one-pound lobster atop
it. "Wow," drooled Joey as he set about devouring his.
"Yeah, this looks incredible," concurred Yugi, he and his yami digging in without
hesitation.
Pheonixfire sighed and started on his, eating at a normal speed.
"What's the catch?" probed Seto, eyeing his seafood cautiously.
The author, who wasn't eating, grinned and ushered the reluctant tycoon to eat.
Kaiba did so, and soon everyone was done.
Joey and Yami belched triumphantly, Yugi was leaning back in his seat with a
happily glazed look. Pheonixfire eyed his watch and said to his fellow author, "We'd
better get going. You know what happens when we're late..."
"Yeah...Okay! Is everyone finished?" asked Diablo, paying for the food with his
magical, mystical FF.net credit card and looking somewhere between insanely happy and
extremely homicidal.
"But -- " Joey raised an argument, but the author glared at him.
"Now, if you'll follow me..." muttered Diablo, snapping his fingers. The next
moment, they were in front of a long, low building, painted off-white and with two
brown door. Large window with black letters declared it to be 'Crosswinds Martial Arts'.
"What are we going to do here," pondered Yami aloud.
Sighing, the author snapped his fingers again and everyone had a bundle of white
clothes in their arms.
"What the hell?" asked Joey. Yami and Kaiba just stared at theirs as Teya jumped
up and down, excitedly, hoping she would get to use the new and slightly different
friendship rant she had been working on.
The five took a step toward the doors, about to go, but the two authors held them
back. "Once inside here you may see things that will frighten or even traumatize you. So
remember, they CAN hurt you, so be careful. Teya, you can do whatever you want,"
explained Diablo slowly.
"Also, before we enter, you will see the sensei before you die," added a
shaken-looking Pheonixfire.
Yugi and Teya glanced at each other, but Joey, Yami, and Seto walked in and
entered the dressing rooms. After a moment, so did Yugi and Teya.
The five emerged moments later, each in a loose, white gi and a brown obi
around their waists. Kaiba adjusted his and found the two writers, commenting, "I've got
a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, so why do I suddenly have a brown one?"
"Well, we're both brown belts, so you guys are, too, for the sake of the plot. Oh,
and this is Shito Ryu, not Tae Kwon Do," replied Pheonixfire, stretching out.
It was not long before Sensei called together the class. As they bowed in, Joey
fidgeted uncomfortably, causing the instructor to give him twenty push-ups after class.
"Okay, now, lets warm up with some sparring. Everyone, you have two minutes to get on
your fighting gear," the sensei announced, looking at the clock.
"Um...Diablo, we don't have any fighting ge -- " Yami was cut off as shin and
instep guards appeared on his legs, padded gloves on his hands and a helmet of the same
material on his spiky head.
The entire group flexed about, fitting their gear the right way. The two minutes
were soon up, and the class was on the floor, each with a partner. As there was an uneven
number, Yugi was allowed to sit at the side until the next round.
The combat had barely begun, when Teya fell to the mat, unconscious after one
well-placed roundhouse from Pheonixfire. She had to be dragged from the floor and
Pheonixfire had to do forty push-ups, which he soon completed, all the while muttering
bitterly. "It was an accident...er, kinda..." he grinned, getting up.
At the next round, Kaiba and Pheonixfire had paired up, much to the latter's
satisfaction ("Now I can pay you back for all those insults!"), Joey was sparring Yugi
("Go easy on me, Yug!") and Diablo was dueling Yami ("Bring it on, fernhead!").
Diablo weaved around a jab, and popped the Pharoh in the stomach with a hook.
Gasping, the Egyptian spirit threw a side kick that caught the author square in the ribs,
but Diablo, wincing, spun around and swept out the spirit's legs ("I love being a
senior!"). Trying for an axe kick, the writer missed as Yami rolled out of the way.
Kaiba and Pheonixfire were both aching, especially around the chest and ribs,
from swift, heavy kicks belted out with authority. Their legs were sore from forceful
blocks and deflections they had used to avoid furthering the chance of shattered bones.
Pheonixfire had snuck in a few jabs and some blitz punches, while Kaiba had just pulled
a cheap shot to his opponent's throat. Coughing, Pheonixfire retaliated with a roundhouse
to the head, putting both of them out of the fighting for the time being.
Yugi had been beating the tar out of Joey, who kept tripping over his pant cuffs
and forgot to keep his hands up. The short freshman backhanded his friend in the ribs
with his wrist, and swept out Joey's legs from under him. "Oh, come on Joey, get up,"
complained Yugi, nudging his schoolmate none-too-gently in the ribs with his padded
foot. The blonde with the Brooklyn accent only groaned and curled up in a ball.
After all this, they then had to do kata again and again and again, until their legs
felt on the verge of falling off from fatigue. Of course, as the sensei was a sadist, the kata
had lots of low stances and fast turns from deep in those stances. Up and down the floor
they went, to the instructor's incessant, drum-like rhythm of "Harder, faster, deeper,
more powerful!"
Finally, after roughly an hour of suffering, class was over and they could go
home. They all changed into their clothes again and Pheonixfire once again gave Diablo
a ride, who first zapped Yami, his hikari, Joey and Kaiba home. "Well, I think they had
fun," said the author as he buckled himself in, Pheonixfire not bothering to wonder if he
was joking or not as he turned up Duo Maxwell's image song and they left that horrible
place. Since no one really cared about her, Teya was left there, still unconscious with a
severe concussion.
A/N - I hope you liked this. Yes, our sensei is really that malignant. I wrote this the night
after a particularly baneful class and the day after. The only upside of that night was that
I got both a Japanese Red Eyes Black Dragon and a promo Japanese Red Eyes Metal
from Pheonixfire in exchange for a Shield and Sword card. =) Until next time: peace,
love and Rammstein!
Written by Diablo Omega
Disclaimer: How may times do I have to tell you people this?! Own nothing! NOTHING!
Warnings: Some swearing and, of course, Japanese. Now, on with the show! Wait, I
mean story...no, show...or was it story? Whatever. *Sigh*
We join the main characters (Yami, Yugi, Seto, Joey and Teya) and again the
authors, Diablo Omega and Pheonixfire-k, at the Good Old Days. They are sitting around
a table, and are looking either nervously or angrily at the author, who is telling the
waiter-type person something and motioning around the table.
"Very good, sir. Your food will be right with you."
Diablo nodded. He glanced at his partner-in-crime, who shrugged, and whispered
something to him.
"Okay, Diablo why don't you tell us what's going on?" asked a stressed-looking
Kaiba. Other cast members nodded in consent.
"We're not doin' Karaoke again, are we?" demanded Joey.
"No, but, with what I have planned, you'll wish we were..." sighed the author.
THIS got some interesting looks.
Before anyone could ask, six steaming plates, each with a one-pound lobster atop
it. "Wow," drooled Joey as he set about devouring his.
"Yeah, this looks incredible," concurred Yugi, he and his yami digging in without
hesitation.
Pheonixfire sighed and started on his, eating at a normal speed.
"What's the catch?" probed Seto, eyeing his seafood cautiously.
The author, who wasn't eating, grinned and ushered the reluctant tycoon to eat.
Kaiba did so, and soon everyone was done.
Joey and Yami belched triumphantly, Yugi was leaning back in his seat with a
happily glazed look. Pheonixfire eyed his watch and said to his fellow author, "We'd
better get going. You know what happens when we're late..."
"Yeah...Okay! Is everyone finished?" asked Diablo, paying for the food with his
magical, mystical FF.net credit card and looking somewhere between insanely happy and
extremely homicidal.
"But -- " Joey raised an argument, but the author glared at him.
"Now, if you'll follow me..." muttered Diablo, snapping his fingers. The next
moment, they were in front of a long, low building, painted off-white and with two
brown door. Large window with black letters declared it to be 'Crosswinds Martial Arts'.
"What are we going to do here," pondered Yami aloud.
Sighing, the author snapped his fingers again and everyone had a bundle of white
clothes in their arms.
"What the hell?" asked Joey. Yami and Kaiba just stared at theirs as Teya jumped
up and down, excitedly, hoping she would get to use the new and slightly different
friendship rant she had been working on.
The five took a step toward the doors, about to go, but the two authors held them
back. "Once inside here you may see things that will frighten or even traumatize you. So
remember, they CAN hurt you, so be careful. Teya, you can do whatever you want,"
explained Diablo slowly.
"Also, before we enter, you will see the sensei before you die," added a
shaken-looking Pheonixfire.
Yugi and Teya glanced at each other, but Joey, Yami, and Seto walked in and
entered the dressing rooms. After a moment, so did Yugi and Teya.
The five emerged moments later, each in a loose, white gi and a brown obi
around their waists. Kaiba adjusted his and found the two writers, commenting, "I've got
a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, so why do I suddenly have a brown one?"
"Well, we're both brown belts, so you guys are, too, for the sake of the plot. Oh,
and this is Shito Ryu, not Tae Kwon Do," replied Pheonixfire, stretching out.
It was not long before Sensei called together the class. As they bowed in, Joey
fidgeted uncomfortably, causing the instructor to give him twenty push-ups after class.
"Okay, now, lets warm up with some sparring. Everyone, you have two minutes to get on
your fighting gear," the sensei announced, looking at the clock.
"Um...Diablo, we don't have any fighting ge -- " Yami was cut off as shin and
instep guards appeared on his legs, padded gloves on his hands and a helmet of the same
material on his spiky head.
The entire group flexed about, fitting their gear the right way. The two minutes
were soon up, and the class was on the floor, each with a partner. As there was an uneven
number, Yugi was allowed to sit at the side until the next round.
The combat had barely begun, when Teya fell to the mat, unconscious after one
well-placed roundhouse from Pheonixfire. She had to be dragged from the floor and
Pheonixfire had to do forty push-ups, which he soon completed, all the while muttering
bitterly. "It was an accident...er, kinda..." he grinned, getting up.
At the next round, Kaiba and Pheonixfire had paired up, much to the latter's
satisfaction ("Now I can pay you back for all those insults!"), Joey was sparring Yugi
("Go easy on me, Yug!") and Diablo was dueling Yami ("Bring it on, fernhead!").
Diablo weaved around a jab, and popped the Pharoh in the stomach with a hook.
Gasping, the Egyptian spirit threw a side kick that caught the author square in the ribs,
but Diablo, wincing, spun around and swept out the spirit's legs ("I love being a
senior!"). Trying for an axe kick, the writer missed as Yami rolled out of the way.
Kaiba and Pheonixfire were both aching, especially around the chest and ribs,
from swift, heavy kicks belted out with authority. Their legs were sore from forceful
blocks and deflections they had used to avoid furthering the chance of shattered bones.
Pheonixfire had snuck in a few jabs and some blitz punches, while Kaiba had just pulled
a cheap shot to his opponent's throat. Coughing, Pheonixfire retaliated with a roundhouse
to the head, putting both of them out of the fighting for the time being.
Yugi had been beating the tar out of Joey, who kept tripping over his pant cuffs
and forgot to keep his hands up. The short freshman backhanded his friend in the ribs
with his wrist, and swept out Joey's legs from under him. "Oh, come on Joey, get up,"
complained Yugi, nudging his schoolmate none-too-gently in the ribs with his padded
foot. The blonde with the Brooklyn accent only groaned and curled up in a ball.
After all this, they then had to do kata again and again and again, until their legs
felt on the verge of falling off from fatigue. Of course, as the sensei was a sadist, the kata
had lots of low stances and fast turns from deep in those stances. Up and down the floor
they went, to the instructor's incessant, drum-like rhythm of "Harder, faster, deeper,
more powerful!"
Finally, after roughly an hour of suffering, class was over and they could go
home. They all changed into their clothes again and Pheonixfire once again gave Diablo
a ride, who first zapped Yami, his hikari, Joey and Kaiba home. "Well, I think they had
fun," said the author as he buckled himself in, Pheonixfire not bothering to wonder if he
was joking or not as he turned up Duo Maxwell's image song and they left that horrible
place. Since no one really cared about her, Teya was left there, still unconscious with a
severe concussion.
A/N - I hope you liked this. Yes, our sensei is really that malignant. I wrote this the night
after a particularly baneful class and the day after. The only upside of that night was that
I got both a Japanese Red Eyes Black Dragon and a promo Japanese Red Eyes Metal
from Pheonixfire in exchange for a Shield and Sword card. =) Until next time: peace,
love and Rammstein!