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"Cobraaaa!"
yet another YuGiOh short
by The Mad Fangirl
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The Brothers Paradox looked at the nearest wall-mounted building directory again. It had been hard enough to find the room in the twisty maze of corridors - the two thought perhaps karma had something to do with that. But they were there, and now they faced a door marked "Room 85 B."
And a few feet away, another door, also marked "Room 85 B."
They looked at each other.
"But which door"
"Do we go through?"
"Is fate laughing at me or you?"
Then both doors swung open. Behind each stood a man in a stylish, charcoal- grey Italian suit. The men were virtually identical - late thirties, impeccably groomed, and, the brothers noted slightly jealously, full heads of dark hair. Only one thing marred the reflections - a scar crossed one man's cheek.
"You know, it doesn't really matter," one began,
"Both doors lead to Room 85 B" the other continued,
"Or they wouldn't both be marked 'Room 85 B,'" they chorused.
Para and Dox looked at each other again, this time each instinctively knowing the other's relief in realizing they were in the right place after all. They both walked inside and together looked at the chalkboard at the front of the room. It read, "Evil Twins' Support Group."
Unfortunately, the group appeared to be the four of them. Para looked at Dox, who shrugged.
One of the yuppies stopped in front of Para. "Hello, glad you could"
"Make it," finished the other, shaking hands with Dox. "I'm Tomax, and he's"
"Xamot." Then the two finished with, "Pleasure to meet you."
"Now," said one of the well-dressed men, "We're here for you."
"What's on your minds?"
Para inhaled, then exhaled slowly. He began. "It's just that no one understands,"
"Just what this kind of life demands."
"Evil twins, we say we are,"
"They think the good twin isn't far."
"It takes quite too long to reveal,"
"We're twins *and* evil, that's the deal."
Just then a knock on the door interrupted, and Tomax sighed. He knew what Xamot was thinking; the Paradoxes were just getting going! Still, Tomax opened the door.
A boy with long white hair looked up at him. "Ah, excuse me. Is this the support group for people with evil twins?"
"Case in point, right there, you see?"
"You really should listen to me."
Ignoring them, he simply replied, "No," and shut the door, but not before Bakura caught a glimpse of Xamot.
"Oh," Bakura thought to himself. "The evil twins must be invited too." He wasn't sure he was comfortable with that, so he left.
Tomax shut the door and returned to his brother's side. "I suppose we should,"
"Level with you. You see, this isn't,"
"Really a support group."
"It's a job interview," they finished together. Then:
"We have a bit of a …side project that's been,"
"Sidelined for several years, but is about to get back off the ground, and we,"
"Have an opening in our tactics division."
The Paradox Brothers took a good long look at the men before them, then replied,
"This job that we might possibly take,
Would it be under the flag of a snake?"
Xamot smiled. "You've figured out who we are. Good. That was the last test. Meet us at this address tomorrow morning," his twin handed them a piece of paper, "and please, wear red and blue." Dox tucked the paper into his sash, and he and his twin left the room.
Tomax and Xamot looked at each other. First one began to chuckle, then the other. Before long, they were both in tears.
"This is going to be all time," Xamot gasped.
"I know," Tomax replied. "Their rhyming is going to,"
"Drive Cobra Commander up a tree!" And chuckling, the two exited the room in tandem.
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End
TMF
"Cobraaaa!"
yet another YuGiOh short
by The Mad Fangirl
----
The Brothers Paradox looked at the nearest wall-mounted building directory again. It had been hard enough to find the room in the twisty maze of corridors - the two thought perhaps karma had something to do with that. But they were there, and now they faced a door marked "Room 85 B."
And a few feet away, another door, also marked "Room 85 B."
They looked at each other.
"But which door"
"Do we go through?"
"Is fate laughing at me or you?"
Then both doors swung open. Behind each stood a man in a stylish, charcoal- grey Italian suit. The men were virtually identical - late thirties, impeccably groomed, and, the brothers noted slightly jealously, full heads of dark hair. Only one thing marred the reflections - a scar crossed one man's cheek.
"You know, it doesn't really matter," one began,
"Both doors lead to Room 85 B" the other continued,
"Or they wouldn't both be marked 'Room 85 B,'" they chorused.
Para and Dox looked at each other again, this time each instinctively knowing the other's relief in realizing they were in the right place after all. They both walked inside and together looked at the chalkboard at the front of the room. It read, "Evil Twins' Support Group."
Unfortunately, the group appeared to be the four of them. Para looked at Dox, who shrugged.
One of the yuppies stopped in front of Para. "Hello, glad you could"
"Make it," finished the other, shaking hands with Dox. "I'm Tomax, and he's"
"Xamot." Then the two finished with, "Pleasure to meet you."
"Now," said one of the well-dressed men, "We're here for you."
"What's on your minds?"
Para inhaled, then exhaled slowly. He began. "It's just that no one understands,"
"Just what this kind of life demands."
"Evil twins, we say we are,"
"They think the good twin isn't far."
"It takes quite too long to reveal,"
"We're twins *and* evil, that's the deal."
Just then a knock on the door interrupted, and Tomax sighed. He knew what Xamot was thinking; the Paradoxes were just getting going! Still, Tomax opened the door.
A boy with long white hair looked up at him. "Ah, excuse me. Is this the support group for people with evil twins?"
"Case in point, right there, you see?"
"You really should listen to me."
Ignoring them, he simply replied, "No," and shut the door, but not before Bakura caught a glimpse of Xamot.
"Oh," Bakura thought to himself. "The evil twins must be invited too." He wasn't sure he was comfortable with that, so he left.
Tomax shut the door and returned to his brother's side. "I suppose we should,"
"Level with you. You see, this isn't,"
"Really a support group."
"It's a job interview," they finished together. Then:
"We have a bit of a …side project that's been,"
"Sidelined for several years, but is about to get back off the ground, and we,"
"Have an opening in our tactics division."
The Paradox Brothers took a good long look at the men before them, then replied,
"This job that we might possibly take,
Would it be under the flag of a snake?"
Xamot smiled. "You've figured out who we are. Good. That was the last test. Meet us at this address tomorrow morning," his twin handed them a piece of paper, "and please, wear red and blue." Dox tucked the paper into his sash, and he and his twin left the room.
Tomax and Xamot looked at each other. First one began to chuckle, then the other. Before long, they were both in tears.
"This is going to be all time," Xamot gasped.
"I know," Tomax replied. "Their rhyming is going to,"
"Drive Cobra Commander up a tree!" And chuckling, the two exited the room in tandem.
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End
TMF