A/N- *Grins* I'm back! *Crickets chirp* Meh...fine, BE that way...
Disclaimer- If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, then I would probably kill Seto off repeatedly. Or put him in a dress. Whatever. And I think K_G/F is going to declare death on me for this...
Answer From Above
After what seemed like an endless expanse of time, Yami finally succeeded in capturing all the rogue bouncy balls. But at the cost of halting all the little menaces, he had acquired a pounding headache. To make matters worse, neither he nor Yugi had managed to think up any sort of retaliation prank.
Still fuming over that morning's escapades, the once pharaoh yanked open the freezer door to get an icepack for the various spots that had been bounced on. What he didn't expect was for several unlabeled containers to come crashing down on him like an avalanche.
Dazedly sitting on the kitchen floor, he curiously opened a nearby container. It was filled with an odd, fluffy white mixture. He smiled for perhaps the first time that morning. This was going to be perfect...
~*~
The face of Bakura wore the unmistakable grin that meant he was plotting something. As he and his almost literal twin went up the path leading to the home they shared, neither one of them was paying much attention to their surroundings. And it was in this absent minded manner that they opened the front door.
Immediately upon entry, something clicked. Bakura's tomb-robbing instincts kicked in and he looked around wildly. Something was up and he knew it. And indeed, something was up. Literally. In fact, an entire tub of something was up. That something was snow.
It fell all together, not in flakes, but in large soggy clumps, hitting the two silver haired pranksters. Their separate reactions were very much opposite of each other.
Bakura jumped up and down, cursing feverently in Egyptian because a large amount of the freezing substance had disappeared down the back of his collar. The freezing snow and ice was bad to say the least. But when it melted, it was worse. Bakura swore again.
Ryou, on the other hand, calmly shook his head and brushed off his now soggy clothes. Being pummeled with snowballs every winter was a yearly occurrence. So what if it happened again in summer? Idly he wondered if this was an acceptance to their challenge. And if it was, how on earth had they managed to get hold of snow in the middle of August?
But these ponderings were of little importance now, and he had no more time to wonder these facts, as his devious darker half grabbed his arm and began the trek back to the multimillionaire's house.
Bakura was mad, to say the least. Egypt was known for its searing climate, not its frozen precipitation. He had been anticipating something, but not this. Not snow. Not in the middle of August, anyway.
But that was okay. He had an exceptional prank in mind and he was going to try it out, too...
~*~
Once again, the front door to the Kaibas' mansion received a heavy pounding. Seto opened it this time and looked down at the two, now water-logged, teens.
"Yes?"
"We need to borrow something."
A/N- Meh, no numbered notes for this part, either... There was some thing specific I wanted to say, but I can't seem to remember what it was. Oh, well. I think I need to post a challenge...
