Ch2-Uh...still the beginning, sorta...well...give me a minute...
Disclaimer: What the hell do you think?
Same rules apply as in Chapter 1
Party Preparations Continue-or Advanced Case of Party-itis
/Bakura, are you alright?/
Bakura coughed a few more times before answering verbally. "I'm fine, Ryou. Just choking on spit.(Nakoruru: Have any of you ever done that? It really sucks...) Watch the road, not us."
Ishtal looked panicked. "See, he's dying and its all your fault. We shouldn't be going to this party at all."
I just looked at him. Bakura cleared his throat.
"What?"
"You, Ishtal..." Bakura said tiredly. "are a moron."
"Honestly, how did you arrive at that conclusion?" I asked.
Ishtal shrugged. "Just a thought."
{Fic Break- Okay, that was stupid. I'm running out of asinine car conversation so when you next see them, they will magically be at Seto's House. Oh, and assume Anzu, Honda and Mai show up sometime between last chapter and 12 seconds ago.
Someone asked about pairings...Joey gets on my nerves sometimes so lets stick him with Mai. Seto seems destined to end up with Yami or Yugi and Ryou is already taken by Malik.(He's sick, you'll find that out soon.) Back to the story...End of Fic Break}
Meanwhile, in a black sportscar across town...Mokuba Kaiba was commiting one of the three most annoying things a younger sibling can do to an older sibling-sing. A child could have the vest sounding voice i the known universe, but the older sibling is genetically programmed to despise the sound with every fiber of thier being. Especially if it happens to be a slow song...
"Mokuba, as much as I enjoy that song I have to ask you to not sing it anymore." Seto said, trying to mask his atigue and frustration. He had agreed to take Mokuba to see Happy Moon Monkey(even if his brother was now 11 years of age) but Mokuba had failed to mention beforehand how long the concert was. The billionare had spent 3 hours in what could easily be described as a personal hell. Large stuffed animals dancing around on a dimly lit stage singing idiotic songs that always stick in your head for days was the last thing he needed, but it was Mokubas birthday, afterall, and Seto had decided long ago that he would go throuh anything as long as his little brother was safe and happy. Even so, he had retained an odd fear/abhorrence of stuffed animals and such-he'd nearly gone psychotic when one of the freaks in the aisle(a green hippo) had actually hugged him.
Seto frowned and growled unintentionally. He allowed only 3 people to hug him, and the hippo man was not oneof them. He had just started to wonder if he could possibly sue for assault and emotinal trauma when Mokuba tugged at his sleve.
"Not having fun, are you?"
Seto snapped from his thoughts. "I'm just thinking, Mokuba."
"But, I can tell that youre upset."
"Upset isn't the word."
Mokuba quirked an eyebrow. He'd been doing that a lot lately. "Oh, then what is it? Did hippo guy turn you on?"
Seto glared at him. "Say something like that again and I am taking you out of public school for good."
"Yeah, right." Mokuba replied a little nervously.
"i'm not joking. You'll end up in one of those monasteries for boys."
"Seto, thats just wrong..."
"Well, I personally do not believe an 11 year old should talk that way. Besides, it was disgusting."
"Kinda.' Mokuba agreed. "I bet you'd moreso appreciate that kind of thing from Yami."
Seto sighed, shaking his head. His brother had finally figured it out.
"I got you." Mokuba said, pointing an imaginary gun at his brother's head. "Stop hiding it from everyone! Especially since you both suck at lying. I'm happy for you guys and so is Yugi."
Seto felt himself at the center of a conspiracy. "Now, how does Yugi know?"
"Well, you know Yami, his lips were pretty much sealed. And I like Yugi a lot but he's a little dense sometimes so I guess you could say..."
"You told him." Seto accused, trying to hold back a smile. "Since when do you gossip?"
"Since you let me hang out with Mai and Anzu."
Seto laughed for perhaps the first time that day, as he urned the corner that lead to the block thier mansion sat on. He noted absently that the wind had picked up and the sky was an odd shade of grey. Mokuba had noticed this as well.
"That looks promising." Mokuba snorted. "think It'll snow?"
Seto shuddered. He hated snow. "Lets hope not." Snow ould also ruin any chance of Mokuba testing the 4 wheeler He had bought him.
Mokuba giggled. "I bet you don't mind though." A lovely image of his brother and Yami curled up on the couch by the fire came to his mind.
Seto just looked at him. "Do I want to know what tht was supposed to mean?'
"Nope. I'll try not to talk about your personal life as much."
"Thanks." Seto said wryly. "And I'll try not to mention to your little friends where you decided to go for your birthday."
~~~~~~~~~at Kaiba residence...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
...Anzu decided to make conversation with some of Mokuba's constituents.
"Hi! what's your name?" She quired of a dark haired girl clutching a pink rabbit.
"Arissa."
"Hello Arissa, I'm Anzu." She shook the girl's hand.
"Um...okay."
Yami sat on the stairs, peeking down through the spires, concentrating on counting the number of small people (Nakoruru: not including Yugi.) wandering aimlessly about the living room. Reaching a rough estimate, he decided to contact his light in the next room.
//How many were supposed to be here?//
Yugi smiled inwardly. /Fifty. How many are there?/
//You don't want to know...//
/Sure I do./
A pause followed, then, //Eighty-two.//
/WHAT?!/
//I told you.//
/Oh my God! Does Mokuba know that many people?/
Yami snorted. //Well, apparently he does. I don't see much of a problem with this unless Joey destroys all the food.//
/That IS true...hey, Yami?/
//Yes, aibou?//
/Kaiba called us to help him plan this party for Mokuba...does that mean he finally wants to be our friend?/
//Perhaps so. And no, Yugi I don't object to it. There is no longer any reason for he and I to be at odds with one another.//
Yugi gave his other a mental hug./I'm glad. Oh, and thanks for watching the kids for us./
//What are you doing, anyway?//
Yugi sighed. /Making more punch, Joey...uh.../
//Say no more. I'd rather be in here-I can't even look at that concoction without feeling very ill.//
/Its not bad, actually. And its weird because you have to kinda chew it and drink it at the same time./
Yami groaned, clutching his stomach. //I'm going to be sick, and I can't because I don't technically have organs./ "Where is the bathroom?" He called out to Anzu, keeping his link with Yugi open.
/Sorry Yami./ Yugi giggled, then squealed as a string of butterscotch syrup smacked him across the face.
"Earth to Yugi, come back." Joey said ,setting down the bottle. "Talkin'to Yami?." (Nakoruru: I refuse to give him a Brooklyn accent.)
"Yeah," Yugi replied, trying to catch the sweet, sugary droplets that dripped of his cheeks onto his tongue. "He's not really fond of your party punch."
Joey shook his head. "Some people just can't handle it."
//...Aibou?!//
"Hold on a minute, Joey." /What's wrong Yami?/ Yugi asked, feeling the apprehension from his darker half through thier shared link.
//Something is not right...I feel terrible and the feeling is being generated by my own person.//
/Huh?!/ Yugi suddenly grew very worried. /What do you mean?/
//It seems that I AM infatically capable of vomiting and the upstairs bathroom is proof...my head hurts...my skin hurts...and I want Anzu to shut the hell up and stop asking me questions I can't answer...//
/I'll be right up./ Yugi turned to Joey. "Keep making the punch, I'll be right back."
Joey nodded. "Everything okay?"
Yugi merely turned and darted through the kitchen's swinging doors. "I really hope so."
Aha, another cliffhanger. Thats a real recipie for punch in chapter 1 you know. Sorry about this- I'm sure the story will pick up in the next chapter. Plus, I need some dialogue exchange between Malik and Ryou(on the phone). Thanks reviewers!
Ja!
Nakoruru
Disclaimer: What the hell do you think?
Same rules apply as in Chapter 1
Party Preparations Continue-or Advanced Case of Party-itis
/Bakura, are you alright?/
Bakura coughed a few more times before answering verbally. "I'm fine, Ryou. Just choking on spit.(Nakoruru: Have any of you ever done that? It really sucks...) Watch the road, not us."
Ishtal looked panicked. "See, he's dying and its all your fault. We shouldn't be going to this party at all."
I just looked at him. Bakura cleared his throat.
"What?"
"You, Ishtal..." Bakura said tiredly. "are a moron."
"Honestly, how did you arrive at that conclusion?" I asked.
Ishtal shrugged. "Just a thought."
{Fic Break- Okay, that was stupid. I'm running out of asinine car conversation so when you next see them, they will magically be at Seto's House. Oh, and assume Anzu, Honda and Mai show up sometime between last chapter and 12 seconds ago.
Someone asked about pairings...Joey gets on my nerves sometimes so lets stick him with Mai. Seto seems destined to end up with Yami or Yugi and Ryou is already taken by Malik.(He's sick, you'll find that out soon.) Back to the story...End of Fic Break}
Meanwhile, in a black sportscar across town...Mokuba Kaiba was commiting one of the three most annoying things a younger sibling can do to an older sibling-sing. A child could have the vest sounding voice i the known universe, but the older sibling is genetically programmed to despise the sound with every fiber of thier being. Especially if it happens to be a slow song...
"Mokuba, as much as I enjoy that song I have to ask you to not sing it anymore." Seto said, trying to mask his atigue and frustration. He had agreed to take Mokuba to see Happy Moon Monkey(even if his brother was now 11 years of age) but Mokuba had failed to mention beforehand how long the concert was. The billionare had spent 3 hours in what could easily be described as a personal hell. Large stuffed animals dancing around on a dimly lit stage singing idiotic songs that always stick in your head for days was the last thing he needed, but it was Mokubas birthday, afterall, and Seto had decided long ago that he would go throuh anything as long as his little brother was safe and happy. Even so, he had retained an odd fear/abhorrence of stuffed animals and such-he'd nearly gone psychotic when one of the freaks in the aisle(a green hippo) had actually hugged him.
Seto frowned and growled unintentionally. He allowed only 3 people to hug him, and the hippo man was not oneof them. He had just started to wonder if he could possibly sue for assault and emotinal trauma when Mokuba tugged at his sleve.
"Not having fun, are you?"
Seto snapped from his thoughts. "I'm just thinking, Mokuba."
"But, I can tell that youre upset."
"Upset isn't the word."
Mokuba quirked an eyebrow. He'd been doing that a lot lately. "Oh, then what is it? Did hippo guy turn you on?"
Seto glared at him. "Say something like that again and I am taking you out of public school for good."
"Yeah, right." Mokuba replied a little nervously.
"i'm not joking. You'll end up in one of those monasteries for boys."
"Seto, thats just wrong..."
"Well, I personally do not believe an 11 year old should talk that way. Besides, it was disgusting."
"Kinda.' Mokuba agreed. "I bet you'd moreso appreciate that kind of thing from Yami."
Seto sighed, shaking his head. His brother had finally figured it out.
"I got you." Mokuba said, pointing an imaginary gun at his brother's head. "Stop hiding it from everyone! Especially since you both suck at lying. I'm happy for you guys and so is Yugi."
Seto felt himself at the center of a conspiracy. "Now, how does Yugi know?"
"Well, you know Yami, his lips were pretty much sealed. And I like Yugi a lot but he's a little dense sometimes so I guess you could say..."
"You told him." Seto accused, trying to hold back a smile. "Since when do you gossip?"
"Since you let me hang out with Mai and Anzu."
Seto laughed for perhaps the first time that day, as he urned the corner that lead to the block thier mansion sat on. He noted absently that the wind had picked up and the sky was an odd shade of grey. Mokuba had noticed this as well.
"That looks promising." Mokuba snorted. "think It'll snow?"
Seto shuddered. He hated snow. "Lets hope not." Snow ould also ruin any chance of Mokuba testing the 4 wheeler He had bought him.
Mokuba giggled. "I bet you don't mind though." A lovely image of his brother and Yami curled up on the couch by the fire came to his mind.
Seto just looked at him. "Do I want to know what tht was supposed to mean?'
"Nope. I'll try not to talk about your personal life as much."
"Thanks." Seto said wryly. "And I'll try not to mention to your little friends where you decided to go for your birthday."
~~~~~~~~~at Kaiba residence...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
...Anzu decided to make conversation with some of Mokuba's constituents.
"Hi! what's your name?" She quired of a dark haired girl clutching a pink rabbit.
"Arissa."
"Hello Arissa, I'm Anzu." She shook the girl's hand.
"Um...okay."
Yami sat on the stairs, peeking down through the spires, concentrating on counting the number of small people (Nakoruru: not including Yugi.) wandering aimlessly about the living room. Reaching a rough estimate, he decided to contact his light in the next room.
//How many were supposed to be here?//
Yugi smiled inwardly. /Fifty. How many are there?/
//You don't want to know...//
/Sure I do./
A pause followed, then, //Eighty-two.//
/WHAT?!/
//I told you.//
/Oh my God! Does Mokuba know that many people?/
Yami snorted. //Well, apparently he does. I don't see much of a problem with this unless Joey destroys all the food.//
/That IS true...hey, Yami?/
//Yes, aibou?//
/Kaiba called us to help him plan this party for Mokuba...does that mean he finally wants to be our friend?/
//Perhaps so. And no, Yugi I don't object to it. There is no longer any reason for he and I to be at odds with one another.//
Yugi gave his other a mental hug./I'm glad. Oh, and thanks for watching the kids for us./
//What are you doing, anyway?//
Yugi sighed. /Making more punch, Joey...uh.../
//Say no more. I'd rather be in here-I can't even look at that concoction without feeling very ill.//
/Its not bad, actually. And its weird because you have to kinda chew it and drink it at the same time./
Yami groaned, clutching his stomach. //I'm going to be sick, and I can't because I don't technically have organs./ "Where is the bathroom?" He called out to Anzu, keeping his link with Yugi open.
/Sorry Yami./ Yugi giggled, then squealed as a string of butterscotch syrup smacked him across the face.
"Earth to Yugi, come back." Joey said ,setting down the bottle. "Talkin'to Yami?." (Nakoruru: I refuse to give him a Brooklyn accent.)
"Yeah," Yugi replied, trying to catch the sweet, sugary droplets that dripped of his cheeks onto his tongue. "He's not really fond of your party punch."
Joey shook his head. "Some people just can't handle it."
//...Aibou?!//
"Hold on a minute, Joey." /What's wrong Yami?/ Yugi asked, feeling the apprehension from his darker half through thier shared link.
//Something is not right...I feel terrible and the feeling is being generated by my own person.//
/Huh?!/ Yugi suddenly grew very worried. /What do you mean?/
//It seems that I AM infatically capable of vomiting and the upstairs bathroom is proof...my head hurts...my skin hurts...and I want Anzu to shut the hell up and stop asking me questions I can't answer...//
/I'll be right up./ Yugi turned to Joey. "Keep making the punch, I'll be right back."
Joey nodded. "Everything okay?"
Yugi merely turned and darted through the kitchen's swinging doors. "I really hope so."
Aha, another cliffhanger. Thats a real recipie for punch in chapter 1 you know. Sorry about this- I'm sure the story will pick up in the next chapter. Plus, I need some dialogue exchange between Malik and Ryou(on the phone). Thanks reviewers!
Ja!
Nakoruru