I got distracted from 'How Things Were' again, oops! Oh well I just
updated it anyway. Just another fic that popped into my head, I suppose is
what this is. This is very pointless, my *sad* attempt at humor, heehee.
Please review!
Yami Bakura = Bakura (it's easier for me)
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Wild Goose Chase
The day was nice, sunny and peaceful. Far to peaceful if you asked the white haired boy who was sitting glumly on a plushy couch. He was living in the Bakura family's residence. The house was quite nice, clean and homely, it always seemed to have a welcoming atmosphere. The 'young' man yawned broadly and stretched out his long legs and arms.
"Ow! What the hell, Bakura? That was my eye!"
Bakura looked up to see what the commotion was about, apparently when he flung up his arms, his good friend Malik had gotten an eye full of it. He smirked as he watched the blond rub his eye.
"Why were you just standing there? And why are you in my house, I don't remember inviting you," the spirit stood up and lazily crossed his pale arms over his chest.
"I don't know why I was standing there, you didn't invite me I was just bored, and ow! You didn't have to hit me!" The boy pulled his hand away from his eye to reveal that there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.
"Don't be such a whiner," Bakura said and then reached out and poked Malik's other eye, "You'll live."
"OW! You asshole!"
Laughing Bakura plopped back onto the couch. He sighed, could this day get more dull? The couch bounced as Malik settled himself next to his friend. He pulled out his millennium rod and poked Bakura with it.
"What should we do," he poked him again. Bakura swatted at Malik and shoved the tanned boy off the couch.
"I don't know, but I have to get out of this house, it's suffocating me."
Malik scratched his chin from his place on the floor, "Hmm. if the this is suffocating," He grabbed a pillow from the couch and smothered the spirit's face in it, "then what is this?"
Malik laughed and pinned Bakura down as the pale boy struggled, his arms and legs flailing. After a good 60 seconds Malik removed the pillow. Bakura gasped and wheezed breathlessly for a minute before swinging a punch at Malik, which was easily dodged. The boy was still laughing like a maniac.
"I think we need to find something to do before we kill each other," Malik snorted. Bakura was too busy glowering at him to answer. Malik poked him once again, and walked to the kitchen. He rummaged through the pantry and refrigerator, but found nothing appetizing.
"You have absolutely nothing good to eat, we are going to the store." Malik grabbed Bakura by the ear and dragged him from the house, Bakura protesting all the way.
The two troublesome boys arrived at a nearby mini-mart ten minutes later. The bells on the door rang as they entered and headed for the junk food. After several arguments about what kind of chips to buy (they decided on cheetoes) the pair made for the soft drinks. Malik glanced down the aisle towards the alcohol. He nudged Bakura.
"Hey do you think we look old enough to get some boozes?" There was a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Bakura shook his head sadly.
"I am old enough to get some, but I'm stuck looking young and beautiful," he sighed dramatically. Malik rolled his lavender eyes sarcastically and muttered about how Bakura's head seemed to get bigger everyday. The other boy scowled.
"Fine, lets give it a try, I'm sure we could con the salesman." The two walked over and grabbed a six pack to add to their sodas and chips. They sauntered up to the cash register trying to look casual. Bakura managed just fine seeing as he was a pro at this type of thing, but Malik was worse off. He was squirming uncomfortably and it ended looking like he had to take a piss. The cashier gave him an odd look as Malik slammed the basket that contained their purchases on the counter.
"We'd like to buy this beer and stuff," he said in an unnaturally deep tone of voice. Bakura smacked his head and shoved Malik from the counter as the cashier rang up the price. The kid was a bad liar.
"May I see an ID card?" asked the man from behind the counter, his nametag stating that he went by Bert. Bakura sighed a little frustrated; of course he didn't have a card to show.
"I forgot the thing in my car, man. Do you think you could let it slid just this once?" Bakura leaned lightly on the counter, he may have gotten away with the lie if it hadn't been for Malik. He was standing just behind Bakura nodding his head over excitedly at Bakura's scheme. Bert wasn't too stupid and caught on.
"Sorry kid, no card, no beer. I'm sure you're too young anyway," he finished ringing up the chips and soda, and stuck them in a plastic bag. Bakura growled as he forked over the money and grabbed the bag, but as Bert turned his head Bakura also made a grab for the beer. Just as he was about to get away Bert noticed what was missing.
"Hey kid! Drop that now! See the sign?" He pointed at the register, "No stealing." The troublesome duo stopped for a moment before laughing, like a sign would stop anyone. They were just about to make a break for it when Bakura realized there was a rifle pointed in his face.
"I warned yeh, now drop the beer an' nobody gets hurt," growled Bert, gun in hand. Malik and Bakura's eyes went wide as saucers, they bolted and Bakura dropped the beer. If the boys had tails they would have been in between their legs. They ran until they reached the park and collapsed on a bench.
"Whew! That was close, at least you snagged the beer, huh?" Malik said as he stared up at the clouds. When Bakura didn't answer Malik glanced over at him. He had an almost sheepish look of guilt on his face. Malik stared in disbelief.
"You left it? After all that you left it," he sighed sadly.
"That cloud looks like Pac-man," Bakura stated pointing at the sky. Malik ignored him.
"Well at least we got our snack," he reached down to where Bakura had dropped the bag. There was nothing there. He looked at Bakura again, "You left that too!?"
"No, I swear I got that, I set it right." Bakura saw the bag was missing, he looked suspiciously around. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glance of the bag sliding behind a tree.
"Malik! The bag, it's getting away!" The two jumped up and ran towards the tree only to find that the bag was no longer there. Malik sank to his knees.
"Nooooooo!" The poor boy sobbed, "It's really gone."
Bakura looked around. All he saw was a flock of geese by a pond, he started to scan the rest of the park, but then snapped his eyes back to the geese. He swore one of the number was evilly staring at him and laughing, er, squawking. On closer inspection he noticed something by its feet. It was their bag!
He kicked Malik to get his attention. The mournful boy looked up at him. His expression was very irritated.
"Look, that evil goose has our snacks," Bakura impatiently pointed out to him. Malik looked up and glared at the creature. Evil plans were brewing in his mind, roasted goose sounded awfully nice.
"What are we waiting for, lets show that thing who the boss is!" Malik unsheathed his millennium rod and charged. Just as he was about to stab the horrible bird the thing took flight. It squawked tauntingly and flew away with the boys' food. Malik threw his rod at the goose in one last attempt to save what was rightfully his, but his precious millennium rod just got caught in the bag.
Malik stood dumbstruck. Bakura ran up to him. "We'll get it back Malik, although I can't see why you were stupid enough to throw that thing anyways. We'll get it back," He patted the boy on the shoulder, "Anyways that goose has my lunch too, so we have no choice but to hunt it down." His eyes blazed.
"Yes, now lets go!" The two frightfully insane young men chased after the frightfully evil goose in hope of getting back the millennium rod, and most importantly their snacks.
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Whoa! That turned out different then I expected. Like I said, this was my *sad* attempt at humor. Review and I'll love you forever, and so will Malik and Bakura. ^_~
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Yami Bakura = Bakura (it's easier for me)
~*~*~
Wild Goose Chase
The day was nice, sunny and peaceful. Far to peaceful if you asked the white haired boy who was sitting glumly on a plushy couch. He was living in the Bakura family's residence. The house was quite nice, clean and homely, it always seemed to have a welcoming atmosphere. The 'young' man yawned broadly and stretched out his long legs and arms.
"Ow! What the hell, Bakura? That was my eye!"
Bakura looked up to see what the commotion was about, apparently when he flung up his arms, his good friend Malik had gotten an eye full of it. He smirked as he watched the blond rub his eye.
"Why were you just standing there? And why are you in my house, I don't remember inviting you," the spirit stood up and lazily crossed his pale arms over his chest.
"I don't know why I was standing there, you didn't invite me I was just bored, and ow! You didn't have to hit me!" The boy pulled his hand away from his eye to reveal that there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.
"Don't be such a whiner," Bakura said and then reached out and poked Malik's other eye, "You'll live."
"OW! You asshole!"
Laughing Bakura plopped back onto the couch. He sighed, could this day get more dull? The couch bounced as Malik settled himself next to his friend. He pulled out his millennium rod and poked Bakura with it.
"What should we do," he poked him again. Bakura swatted at Malik and shoved the tanned boy off the couch.
"I don't know, but I have to get out of this house, it's suffocating me."
Malik scratched his chin from his place on the floor, "Hmm. if the this is suffocating," He grabbed a pillow from the couch and smothered the spirit's face in it, "then what is this?"
Malik laughed and pinned Bakura down as the pale boy struggled, his arms and legs flailing. After a good 60 seconds Malik removed the pillow. Bakura gasped and wheezed breathlessly for a minute before swinging a punch at Malik, which was easily dodged. The boy was still laughing like a maniac.
"I think we need to find something to do before we kill each other," Malik snorted. Bakura was too busy glowering at him to answer. Malik poked him once again, and walked to the kitchen. He rummaged through the pantry and refrigerator, but found nothing appetizing.
"You have absolutely nothing good to eat, we are going to the store." Malik grabbed Bakura by the ear and dragged him from the house, Bakura protesting all the way.
The two troublesome boys arrived at a nearby mini-mart ten minutes later. The bells on the door rang as they entered and headed for the junk food. After several arguments about what kind of chips to buy (they decided on cheetoes) the pair made for the soft drinks. Malik glanced down the aisle towards the alcohol. He nudged Bakura.
"Hey do you think we look old enough to get some boozes?" There was a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Bakura shook his head sadly.
"I am old enough to get some, but I'm stuck looking young and beautiful," he sighed dramatically. Malik rolled his lavender eyes sarcastically and muttered about how Bakura's head seemed to get bigger everyday. The other boy scowled.
"Fine, lets give it a try, I'm sure we could con the salesman." The two walked over and grabbed a six pack to add to their sodas and chips. They sauntered up to the cash register trying to look casual. Bakura managed just fine seeing as he was a pro at this type of thing, but Malik was worse off. He was squirming uncomfortably and it ended looking like he had to take a piss. The cashier gave him an odd look as Malik slammed the basket that contained their purchases on the counter.
"We'd like to buy this beer and stuff," he said in an unnaturally deep tone of voice. Bakura smacked his head and shoved Malik from the counter as the cashier rang up the price. The kid was a bad liar.
"May I see an ID card?" asked the man from behind the counter, his nametag stating that he went by Bert. Bakura sighed a little frustrated; of course he didn't have a card to show.
"I forgot the thing in my car, man. Do you think you could let it slid just this once?" Bakura leaned lightly on the counter, he may have gotten away with the lie if it hadn't been for Malik. He was standing just behind Bakura nodding his head over excitedly at Bakura's scheme. Bert wasn't too stupid and caught on.
"Sorry kid, no card, no beer. I'm sure you're too young anyway," he finished ringing up the chips and soda, and stuck them in a plastic bag. Bakura growled as he forked over the money and grabbed the bag, but as Bert turned his head Bakura also made a grab for the beer. Just as he was about to get away Bert noticed what was missing.
"Hey kid! Drop that now! See the sign?" He pointed at the register, "No stealing." The troublesome duo stopped for a moment before laughing, like a sign would stop anyone. They were just about to make a break for it when Bakura realized there was a rifle pointed in his face.
"I warned yeh, now drop the beer an' nobody gets hurt," growled Bert, gun in hand. Malik and Bakura's eyes went wide as saucers, they bolted and Bakura dropped the beer. If the boys had tails they would have been in between their legs. They ran until they reached the park and collapsed on a bench.
"Whew! That was close, at least you snagged the beer, huh?" Malik said as he stared up at the clouds. When Bakura didn't answer Malik glanced over at him. He had an almost sheepish look of guilt on his face. Malik stared in disbelief.
"You left it? After all that you left it," he sighed sadly.
"That cloud looks like Pac-man," Bakura stated pointing at the sky. Malik ignored him.
"Well at least we got our snack," he reached down to where Bakura had dropped the bag. There was nothing there. He looked at Bakura again, "You left that too!?"
"No, I swear I got that, I set it right." Bakura saw the bag was missing, he looked suspiciously around. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glance of the bag sliding behind a tree.
"Malik! The bag, it's getting away!" The two jumped up and ran towards the tree only to find that the bag was no longer there. Malik sank to his knees.
"Nooooooo!" The poor boy sobbed, "It's really gone."
Bakura looked around. All he saw was a flock of geese by a pond, he started to scan the rest of the park, but then snapped his eyes back to the geese. He swore one of the number was evilly staring at him and laughing, er, squawking. On closer inspection he noticed something by its feet. It was their bag!
He kicked Malik to get his attention. The mournful boy looked up at him. His expression was very irritated.
"Look, that evil goose has our snacks," Bakura impatiently pointed out to him. Malik looked up and glared at the creature. Evil plans were brewing in his mind, roasted goose sounded awfully nice.
"What are we waiting for, lets show that thing who the boss is!" Malik unsheathed his millennium rod and charged. Just as he was about to stab the horrible bird the thing took flight. It squawked tauntingly and flew away with the boys' food. Malik threw his rod at the goose in one last attempt to save what was rightfully his, but his precious millennium rod just got caught in the bag.
Malik stood dumbstruck. Bakura ran up to him. "We'll get it back Malik, although I can't see why you were stupid enough to throw that thing anyways. We'll get it back," He patted the boy on the shoulder, "Anyways that goose has my lunch too, so we have no choice but to hunt it down." His eyes blazed.
"Yes, now lets go!" The two frightfully insane young men chased after the frightfully evil goose in hope of getting back the millennium rod, and most importantly their snacks.
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Whoa! That turned out different then I expected. Like I said, this was my *sad* attempt at humor. Review and I'll love you forever, and so will Malik and Bakura. ^_~
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!