Chapter 6
Nakoruru: Okay, basically I'm gonna be switching perspectives like hell in this chapter, since it requires less description of the surroundings and takes less time. Yami's felling a little better in this chapter, so I'll bring him into the story a little more. Seto more or less fainted from exhaustion, anxiety, and shock last chapter, in case you were wondering, so don't expect him to be as talkative as usual. As of now, the only people left at the mansion are Seto, Mokuba, Yugi, Yami, Malik, Ishtal, Ryou, Bakura, Mai, and Joey. Yes, I kept Joey in this for sheer sanity purposes, and It will give Malik someone to annoy. I just now stuck Mai in this, so assume she's fashionably late. Plus, you get to see what Bakura and Ishtal got Mokuba for his birthday. It's kinda perverted, but since this is R rated anyway, its okay. Strip Dueling can only get but SO bad, right?
Another thing...they don't know this yet, but all of them are kinda snowed in, so they can't really leave even if they wanted to. This actually isn't a bad thing, because they have enough medicine to go around, and I speak from personal experience on that. I spent a few days at a friend's house because I was pissed at my parents, but what I didn't know was that she was sick, so I looked after her, and a couple more of my friends dropped by and brought whatever carried diseases with them, so I got sick, then, since I live in Ohio it snowed like a bitch, I got stuck at her house, and figured out how to stretch a bottle of NyQuil and Robutussin or whatever the hell its called with water and corn syrup. Hey, it worked! Aren't I smart?
Nakasaki: Of course you are. You didn't take me with you so I missed out. *fakes depression*
Nakoruru: Oh, shut up. At any rate I paid you to finish my essay because I couldn't get to it. You did a good job by the way and didn't break my 100 percent record.
Nakasaki: You cant tell by how she types, but Nako is a grammar freak and has gotten 100's on every english paper she's written this year. I'm so proud! *hugs Nakoruru*
Nakoruru:*chokes* Ack! Uh, well...here's Chapter 6, hope you like it. By the way I'm holding a contest. The challenge is to draw part of a scene in any of my three fics, and send it to me, and I'll choose the best. Drawings can be any style, any way. (Hey, I'm content-collecting for the site I'm making at the end of the school year.) The prize is the winner gets to be an active participant in either Quarantine, Millenuim Spike, or my newest one yet to be uploaded, Crush Virus.
Nakasaki: Meaning, you will be just like any other character in the fic. Contest goes until April Fools Day!
Nakoruru: Get Drawing!*beams* And thanks for the reviews.
Chaper 6 is full of stupid stuff
Yami's POV
I awoke when I heard something in the room hit the floor. I opened my eyes and leaned over the side of the bed to see my aibou cradling my other lover's upper body in his small arms, shaking him slightly. Seto didn't seem to be even remotely conscious and was unaccountably limp in the small boy's embrace. So I did what came naturally. I panicked, which didn't help anything and only resulted in making myself ill again. After I had relieved myself of the horrible feeling I helped Yugi get Seto into the bed(which took quite a bit of doing since he happens to be more than a foot taller than either of us and a good 50lbs heavier) but we soon had him sleeping comfortably in the spot I had occupied only a few minutes ago. He wasn't running a fever, no chills, so I figured he had managed to overwork himself into such a state of weakness. I made a mental note to scold him as soon as he woke up for worrying me like this, though I don't necessarily mind looking after him. Hell, I don't mind at all.
Yugi is blaming himself for this, and I told him that Seto probably wasn't feeling very well in the first place, and the confession of love just sort of pushed him over the edge, so to speak. He accepted this easily enough, and decided to inform me of our current situation. I shuddered as he told me about the snow. I HATE snow. I'd only seen it once in my past life and that was when I journeyed to the north to speak to the ruler of a kingdom there, and I have long since forgotten the name of this place or this person, but all I know was there was snow as far as the eye could see. I made no move out of the palace, and caught such a horrible cold that I couldn't leave for weeks, which only served to darken my mood. I had my high priest Seth there to comfort me, and for some reason, he was more taken with snow than I was so he made it at least bearable while I recovered. Now that I think about it, The same situation may repeat here if I am lucky. Spending a few weeks in Seto's "palace" seems wonderful, though I doubt we'll get much privacy. I can hear Yugi's stomach growling, poor thing. He needs to eat, so I will send him downstairs to do so. I kiss him on his forehead because I wish to spare him whatever it it I have contracted and send him on his way. He says he will go but he wants me to let Seto rest and not have sex with him. As if I would wake him. He does look rather adorable though, even if he is a bit paler than usual. I wonder if he's too hot under all those blankets? Perhaps I should take his shirt off....then again, maybe not. But he may be too warm. Hmm...its getting difficult to let him sleep now. I dont give Yugi enough credit for knowing me inside and out.
There, shirt is removed and hormones are in check. Im getting tired again, so I guess I'll just slide in next to him.Don't worry Yugi, i'm too drowsy to do anything. I'll just close my eyes and wait for him to awaken. Then, I'll have my fun. Hopefully, Yugi will be done eating by then so he can join us. Ah, thats a wonderful mental image to fall asleep to.
Normal POV
"ACHOO!"
"...Bless you?"
"Shut up."
"...tee hee..."
"...grrr..."
Bakura marathon glared at Ishtal who had permanently seated himself at the edge of the bed to bother his ailing lover. The former, no longer feverish, had spent the last hour or so sneezing his head off, making his headache worse. He could hear Malik and Joey yelling downstairs and was pissed because he was missing out. He found it strange that Kaiba hadn't punched Joey in the face for making so much noise, but he figured the pharaoh was awake by now, and they were probably ripping each others clothes off. Bakura yawned. He was bored as hell. Then he got and idea.
"Hey Ish?"
"Yup?"
"Where's mini-Kaiba?"
"How would I know where the mutant is?"
"Assming Kaiba and Yami haven't fucked each other stupid, we can put Mokuba's birthday present to good use. We need a good 5 players."
Ishtal smirked. "You are an evil bastard. But Yami'll win. He always does."
"Not this time. His skill doesn't extend that far. Call Malik and tell him to control Joey with the rod, and make it seem like this is his idea." Bakura slipped out of bed and pulled his shirts back on. "I'll need all the clothes I can find."
Ishtal laughed and dipped into the link. //Malik...//
/Mmm...Ryou you have such a nice...oh...Huh?! Ishtal?!/
//Yeah, thanks for the picture. I have to rip out my imagination.//
/Har-de-har-har. That was so funny, I think I pissed myself. What do you want?/
//Bakura and I have a great idea for a game to play to kill some time.//
/If it involves stripping, me or anyone else but Mai, I'm in./
//WHEN DID SHE GET HERE?! Oh well, her funeral.//
/Poor girl. Joey's the only straight guy here, so it won't be too bad for her./
//Well, anyway, since you have the rod with you, take control of Joey and have him say this...//
/Will Do!/
A/N Nakoruru: Gets slightly random at times. Just a warning.
Joey stopped talking, blinked, and said: "WHERE'S MOKUBA!?"
Mai covered her ears with her magazine, wondering if they were bleeding from the volume. "How should I know? I just got here." She looked toward the stairwell and smiled at Yugi's confused expression as he walked down. "Hey Yugi."
"Hey Mai." He replied cheerfully. "How do you come to be here?" (Basically, a nice way of asking "Why the hell are you here?")
Mai shrugged her shoulders. "Last minute character insertion. This story was getting way to serious. But other than that I don't think I have a reason, other than to see Joey, of course. "
Yugi nodded. "Oh. And by the way Joey, Mokuba's in his room."
/Go and ask him to see the cards he just got./ Malik intoned. /We're going to play a little game with them later, so just pocket them for now./
"I have to go ask him something." Joey announced as he bounded up the stairs.
"Um, Okay. " Ryou mumbled, coming into the room. "What was that about?"
Mai and Yugi shrugged in unison, and Yugi resumed his journey to the kitchen to hunt for something edible. "Probably too much sugar." He remarked.
"I see. Has anyone seen Malik?"
"Not as of lately. .." Mai thought for a minute. "I think he went upstairs a few minutes ago. Why do you ask?"
"Well," Ryou began. "Normally Malik is out to torture most of us when were together like this, but I don't hear Bakura yelling or Yami screaming curses at him, so I guess he went to sleep or something. I should check though."
Joey came back downstairs looking completly blank. He passed right by Ryou and sat on the couch, blinked, and spoke again.
"Hey! What's goin' on?"
Mai looked at him, shook her head, and went back to her magazine.
Ryou sweatdrooped. "Nothing much Joey."
Yugi's POV
"I wonder if Seto has any chocolate sauce..."
Normal POV
Ishtal smirked. "There. Happy now?"
"Quite." Bakura replied. "I'm going to wash my hair." He slid out of bed, kicked the door open, and walked across the hall to a bathroom (not the one Yami puked in). Ishtal just sat there, blinking. "Alright then...mind if I join you in there?"
"Don't get any ideas." Bakura called, rifling through a cabinet. "I'm not taking off my damn clothes, I'm just...whoa..."
"What?" Ishtal jumped up and ran to the bathroom doorway.
Bakura snickered and hid something behind his back. "Nothing."
"Nothing my ass. Let me see."
"No."
"Why the hell not?!" Ishtal yelled and got hit in the face with something. He pulled it off and stared at it dumbly, before recognizing the article of clothing for what it was. "Ah! SHIT! GETITAWAY!!!" He yelled, throwing the offending item across the room and turning on the faucet to wash his face and hands.
Bakura laughed his ass off, which only made him cough. "A serious case of TMI (too much info)." He said when he could breathe again. Ishtal dried his slightly reddened face on a handtowel, scowling.
"That was just nasty. What were you doing in the hamper anyway?"
"Hamper?"
Ishtal pointed to a dirty clothes hamper.
"So that's what it is. I though it was a cabinet."
"Pay more attention to your surroundings..." Ryou said, walking into the doorway. "And Kaiba-kun wouldn't like you going through his stuff, so don't."
Bakura smirked. "For your information, I was trying to find shampoo. How was I supposed to know what a hamper is?"
"If you didn't spend so much time screwing..."Ryou began, looking away.
"Not a chance. I'll just be ignorant then, thank you." Bakura snaked an arm around his koi and kissed his jawline. "Our time is special."
Ishtal cocked an eyebrow. "You must feel really shitty to say something that...corny. Is washing your hair a really good idea?"
"Forget it." He picked the article of clothing from where it had fallen. "I get the feeling this isn't Kaiba's."
Ishtal shielded his eyes as Ryou calmly walked off. "What makes you say?"
"Well, damn...for one thing, its purple, and I know enough about him to say he HATES purple, especially after he's watched Barney with Mokuba. Another thing is that...and this is making me queasy just thinking about it...but its about 7 sizes too small. And its a speedo, by the way.
"Oh, really?" Ishtal said sarcastically. So what are you getting at? Excuse me for being a dumbass."
"It's Yami's"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" YOU HIT ME WITH IT!!!!!!! GOD DAMN YOU BAKURA!!!!!! TO HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M KILLING YOU YOU FUCKING JACKAS-" Bakura clamped his hand over the irate yami's mouth.
"You obviously don't see the blackmailing capabilities here. Or blatant embarassment. "
Ishtal slapped his hand away. "What the hell are you talking about?!!"
"We can use this in our little game."
Ishtal's look of utter horror turned into an evil smirk. "Alright. Where do we start?"
Nakoruru: Sorry for the retardedness of this entire chapter, but this was supposed to be a humor fic from the beginning. Expect the next chapter to be all out silly and then I'll revert back into the semi-serious mode. Later. Ja!
Nakoruru Orukousaki
Nakoruru: Okay, basically I'm gonna be switching perspectives like hell in this chapter, since it requires less description of the surroundings and takes less time. Yami's felling a little better in this chapter, so I'll bring him into the story a little more. Seto more or less fainted from exhaustion, anxiety, and shock last chapter, in case you were wondering, so don't expect him to be as talkative as usual. As of now, the only people left at the mansion are Seto, Mokuba, Yugi, Yami, Malik, Ishtal, Ryou, Bakura, Mai, and Joey. Yes, I kept Joey in this for sheer sanity purposes, and It will give Malik someone to annoy. I just now stuck Mai in this, so assume she's fashionably late. Plus, you get to see what Bakura and Ishtal got Mokuba for his birthday. It's kinda perverted, but since this is R rated anyway, its okay. Strip Dueling can only get but SO bad, right?
Another thing...they don't know this yet, but all of them are kinda snowed in, so they can't really leave even if they wanted to. This actually isn't a bad thing, because they have enough medicine to go around, and I speak from personal experience on that. I spent a few days at a friend's house because I was pissed at my parents, but what I didn't know was that she was sick, so I looked after her, and a couple more of my friends dropped by and brought whatever carried diseases with them, so I got sick, then, since I live in Ohio it snowed like a bitch, I got stuck at her house, and figured out how to stretch a bottle of NyQuil and Robutussin or whatever the hell its called with water and corn syrup. Hey, it worked! Aren't I smart?
Nakasaki: Of course you are. You didn't take me with you so I missed out. *fakes depression*
Nakoruru: Oh, shut up. At any rate I paid you to finish my essay because I couldn't get to it. You did a good job by the way and didn't break my 100 percent record.
Nakasaki: You cant tell by how she types, but Nako is a grammar freak and has gotten 100's on every english paper she's written this year. I'm so proud! *hugs Nakoruru*
Nakoruru:*chokes* Ack! Uh, well...here's Chapter 6, hope you like it. By the way I'm holding a contest. The challenge is to draw part of a scene in any of my three fics, and send it to me, and I'll choose the best. Drawings can be any style, any way. (Hey, I'm content-collecting for the site I'm making at the end of the school year.) The prize is the winner gets to be an active participant in either Quarantine, Millenuim Spike, or my newest one yet to be uploaded, Crush Virus.
Nakasaki: Meaning, you will be just like any other character in the fic. Contest goes until April Fools Day!
Nakoruru: Get Drawing!*beams* And thanks for the reviews.
Chaper 6 is full of stupid stuff
Yami's POV
I awoke when I heard something in the room hit the floor. I opened my eyes and leaned over the side of the bed to see my aibou cradling my other lover's upper body in his small arms, shaking him slightly. Seto didn't seem to be even remotely conscious and was unaccountably limp in the small boy's embrace. So I did what came naturally. I panicked, which didn't help anything and only resulted in making myself ill again. After I had relieved myself of the horrible feeling I helped Yugi get Seto into the bed(which took quite a bit of doing since he happens to be more than a foot taller than either of us and a good 50lbs heavier) but we soon had him sleeping comfortably in the spot I had occupied only a few minutes ago. He wasn't running a fever, no chills, so I figured he had managed to overwork himself into such a state of weakness. I made a mental note to scold him as soon as he woke up for worrying me like this, though I don't necessarily mind looking after him. Hell, I don't mind at all.
Yugi is blaming himself for this, and I told him that Seto probably wasn't feeling very well in the first place, and the confession of love just sort of pushed him over the edge, so to speak. He accepted this easily enough, and decided to inform me of our current situation. I shuddered as he told me about the snow. I HATE snow. I'd only seen it once in my past life and that was when I journeyed to the north to speak to the ruler of a kingdom there, and I have long since forgotten the name of this place or this person, but all I know was there was snow as far as the eye could see. I made no move out of the palace, and caught such a horrible cold that I couldn't leave for weeks, which only served to darken my mood. I had my high priest Seth there to comfort me, and for some reason, he was more taken with snow than I was so he made it at least bearable while I recovered. Now that I think about it, The same situation may repeat here if I am lucky. Spending a few weeks in Seto's "palace" seems wonderful, though I doubt we'll get much privacy. I can hear Yugi's stomach growling, poor thing. He needs to eat, so I will send him downstairs to do so. I kiss him on his forehead because I wish to spare him whatever it it I have contracted and send him on his way. He says he will go but he wants me to let Seto rest and not have sex with him. As if I would wake him. He does look rather adorable though, even if he is a bit paler than usual. I wonder if he's too hot under all those blankets? Perhaps I should take his shirt off....then again, maybe not. But he may be too warm. Hmm...its getting difficult to let him sleep now. I dont give Yugi enough credit for knowing me inside and out.
There, shirt is removed and hormones are in check. Im getting tired again, so I guess I'll just slide in next to him.Don't worry Yugi, i'm too drowsy to do anything. I'll just close my eyes and wait for him to awaken. Then, I'll have my fun. Hopefully, Yugi will be done eating by then so he can join us. Ah, thats a wonderful mental image to fall asleep to.
Normal POV
"ACHOO!"
"...Bless you?"
"Shut up."
"...tee hee..."
"...grrr..."
Bakura marathon glared at Ishtal who had permanently seated himself at the edge of the bed to bother his ailing lover. The former, no longer feverish, had spent the last hour or so sneezing his head off, making his headache worse. He could hear Malik and Joey yelling downstairs and was pissed because he was missing out. He found it strange that Kaiba hadn't punched Joey in the face for making so much noise, but he figured the pharaoh was awake by now, and they were probably ripping each others clothes off. Bakura yawned. He was bored as hell. Then he got and idea.
"Hey Ish?"
"Yup?"
"Where's mini-Kaiba?"
"How would I know where the mutant is?"
"Assming Kaiba and Yami haven't fucked each other stupid, we can put Mokuba's birthday present to good use. We need a good 5 players."
Ishtal smirked. "You are an evil bastard. But Yami'll win. He always does."
"Not this time. His skill doesn't extend that far. Call Malik and tell him to control Joey with the rod, and make it seem like this is his idea." Bakura slipped out of bed and pulled his shirts back on. "I'll need all the clothes I can find."
Ishtal laughed and dipped into the link. //Malik...//
/Mmm...Ryou you have such a nice...oh...Huh?! Ishtal?!/
//Yeah, thanks for the picture. I have to rip out my imagination.//
/Har-de-har-har. That was so funny, I think I pissed myself. What do you want?/
//Bakura and I have a great idea for a game to play to kill some time.//
/If it involves stripping, me or anyone else but Mai, I'm in./
//WHEN DID SHE GET HERE?! Oh well, her funeral.//
/Poor girl. Joey's the only straight guy here, so it won't be too bad for her./
//Well, anyway, since you have the rod with you, take control of Joey and have him say this...//
/Will Do!/
A/N Nakoruru: Gets slightly random at times. Just a warning.
Joey stopped talking, blinked, and said: "WHERE'S MOKUBA!?"
Mai covered her ears with her magazine, wondering if they were bleeding from the volume. "How should I know? I just got here." She looked toward the stairwell and smiled at Yugi's confused expression as he walked down. "Hey Yugi."
"Hey Mai." He replied cheerfully. "How do you come to be here?" (Basically, a nice way of asking "Why the hell are you here?")
Mai shrugged her shoulders. "Last minute character insertion. This story was getting way to serious. But other than that I don't think I have a reason, other than to see Joey, of course. "
Yugi nodded. "Oh. And by the way Joey, Mokuba's in his room."
/Go and ask him to see the cards he just got./ Malik intoned. /We're going to play a little game with them later, so just pocket them for now./
"I have to go ask him something." Joey announced as he bounded up the stairs.
"Um, Okay. " Ryou mumbled, coming into the room. "What was that about?"
Mai and Yugi shrugged in unison, and Yugi resumed his journey to the kitchen to hunt for something edible. "Probably too much sugar." He remarked.
"I see. Has anyone seen Malik?"
"Not as of lately. .." Mai thought for a minute. "I think he went upstairs a few minutes ago. Why do you ask?"
"Well," Ryou began. "Normally Malik is out to torture most of us when were together like this, but I don't hear Bakura yelling or Yami screaming curses at him, so I guess he went to sleep or something. I should check though."
Joey came back downstairs looking completly blank. He passed right by Ryou and sat on the couch, blinked, and spoke again.
"Hey! What's goin' on?"
Mai looked at him, shook her head, and went back to her magazine.
Ryou sweatdrooped. "Nothing much Joey."
Yugi's POV
"I wonder if Seto has any chocolate sauce..."
Normal POV
Ishtal smirked. "There. Happy now?"
"Quite." Bakura replied. "I'm going to wash my hair." He slid out of bed, kicked the door open, and walked across the hall to a bathroom (not the one Yami puked in). Ishtal just sat there, blinking. "Alright then...mind if I join you in there?"
"Don't get any ideas." Bakura called, rifling through a cabinet. "I'm not taking off my damn clothes, I'm just...whoa..."
"What?" Ishtal jumped up and ran to the bathroom doorway.
Bakura snickered and hid something behind his back. "Nothing."
"Nothing my ass. Let me see."
"No."
"Why the hell not?!" Ishtal yelled and got hit in the face with something. He pulled it off and stared at it dumbly, before recognizing the article of clothing for what it was. "Ah! SHIT! GETITAWAY!!!" He yelled, throwing the offending item across the room and turning on the faucet to wash his face and hands.
Bakura laughed his ass off, which only made him cough. "A serious case of TMI (too much info)." He said when he could breathe again. Ishtal dried his slightly reddened face on a handtowel, scowling.
"That was just nasty. What were you doing in the hamper anyway?"
"Hamper?"
Ishtal pointed to a dirty clothes hamper.
"So that's what it is. I though it was a cabinet."
"Pay more attention to your surroundings..." Ryou said, walking into the doorway. "And Kaiba-kun wouldn't like you going through his stuff, so don't."
Bakura smirked. "For your information, I was trying to find shampoo. How was I supposed to know what a hamper is?"
"If you didn't spend so much time screwing..."Ryou began, looking away.
"Not a chance. I'll just be ignorant then, thank you." Bakura snaked an arm around his koi and kissed his jawline. "Our time is special."
Ishtal cocked an eyebrow. "You must feel really shitty to say something that...corny. Is washing your hair a really good idea?"
"Forget it." He picked the article of clothing from where it had fallen. "I get the feeling this isn't Kaiba's."
Ishtal shielded his eyes as Ryou calmly walked off. "What makes you say?"
"Well, damn...for one thing, its purple, and I know enough about him to say he HATES purple, especially after he's watched Barney with Mokuba. Another thing is that...and this is making me queasy just thinking about it...but its about 7 sizes too small. And its a speedo, by the way.
"Oh, really?" Ishtal said sarcastically. So what are you getting at? Excuse me for being a dumbass."
"It's Yami's"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" YOU HIT ME WITH IT!!!!!!! GOD DAMN YOU BAKURA!!!!!! TO HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M KILLING YOU YOU FUCKING JACKAS-" Bakura clamped his hand over the irate yami's mouth.
"You obviously don't see the blackmailing capabilities here. Or blatant embarassment. "
Ishtal slapped his hand away. "What the hell are you talking about?!!"
"We can use this in our little game."
Ishtal's look of utter horror turned into an evil smirk. "Alright. Where do we start?"
Nakoruru: Sorry for the retardedness of this entire chapter, but this was supposed to be a humor fic from the beginning. Expect the next chapter to be all out silly and then I'll revert back into the semi-serious mode. Later. Ja!
Nakoruru Orukousaki