Disclaimer- Still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or any of Jim's Big Ego songs. ^^; A/N- Another cute, fluffy chapter! Other stories will be more serious, but this one's just to get my hyperness out, and to get my creativity warmed up. ^^ Hope you like it.
*I'm only gonnna say this once
'Everything you know... wrong.'
I'm only gonna say this once
'Where's that horse you rode in on?'
I'm only gonna say this once
'Go to your room and watch tv!'
I'm only gonna say this once
'Don't get smart.'*
An hour or so had passed and both teens now sat at the kitchen table, rather than under it. Both weren't in the best moods, for various reasons, an were now exchanging glares. Ryou, who stood watching them, just shook their head. It was almost like babysitting sometimes, the way they'd fight and bicker. He had to admit one thing, though. They were both persistant.
"You have such a big ego," the female began, eyes narrowed dangerously. She was daring him with the look to try to jump in and argue against her. "You're mad because you pulled me down? What was I supposed to do? You weigh what, three hundred pouds?" Here she grinned, for it was a direct hit.
Not yet was the tomb robber down, though. With a roll of his eyes, the yami tapped his fingers upon the desk in an irritated fashion before drawing a leasurely breath. "You would know, since you're around four hundred." It took all of his will power not to break of snickering as the female's jaw fell. "Been skipping those weight loss classes? Anzu, Anzu... Clearly you need them."
*This message will repeat itself
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The cerulean eyed female let her mouth hang open for a minute in outrage before she quickly rose to her feet and spouted out the first thing she could think of. "Do not!" It was the classic move; a move that as a child she'd use quite often. The 'do not', 'do too' fights could last for hours, but she certainly had the skills to endure it. Ryou only sighed as he realized this.
Smirking, Bakura knew that he wouldn't be able to leave it at that. "Do too." How long this would go on would depend on how long it'd take him to think of his next witty remark. After all, his aim was to blow the girl out of the water. Mentally, he noted that 'loving her' must have been a stage, and he was now over it. Still, he couldn't help but notice the way her eyes twinkled with determination.
"Do too!" For emphasis purposes, the female slammed her hands down on the table quite animatedly. This only caused the hikari to laugh, shaking his head as he did so. It definitely was becoming more and more like babysitting, but he didn't mind all too much. They were amusing at the same time.
*I'm only gonnna say this once
'So long as you live in this house...'
I'm only gonna say this once
'Turn this boat around!'
I'm only gonna say this once
'I'm gonna fight the system from Within the system!'
I'm only gonna say this once
'This is the last time...'*
"Get out of my house if you want to argue with me," the tomb robber retorted. There was a certain glint in his eyes that noted that he'd win this, even if it killed him. The outraged look upon the girl's face proved that it just might, too. The way she growled softly only amused the yami further, and he continued to smirk.
Taking a deep breath the calm herself, the girl quickly shot back with, "This is Ryou's house, too!" Both then looked to the poor boy, who mumbled something about laundry before dashing off. He was far smarter than that, and wouldn't be mixed up in the argument between the two. After all, it'd end quite painfully he feared.
"See what you made him do? Now just admit you're the overweight one," she began, her own smirk forming. "Or I'll get Ryou to tell me some embarassing stories about you." It was evil, she knew it, but it seemed to be the only thing that'd work at this point. Besides, it'd be great to finally have something over the cocky boy's head.
*This message will repeat itself
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Rolling his eyes, this time it was the tomb robber's turn to keep his cool. "He wouldn't say anything." While his words were quite composed, inside he was fretting. What if his hikari actually had enough spine to tell? It just wasn't right that his secrets would be known; he was supposed to be the intimidating one!
"Would too!" Anzu seemed to be able to see right through his calm disguise, and never let the smirk upon her lips waver. This was one fight she could win, and without that much effort at that. After all. someone needed to teach Bakura that he wasn't all that he pretended to be.
"Would not!" It seemed the war of words was not one to end soon. Oh well, both had the time on their hands. It was a nice winter day, and a bit too cold to go outside. Ryou apparently was taking care of the household chores, which left the both of them to argue.
*garbage in...garbage out
nothing in...nothing...!*
Sneering, the tomb robber finally came up with something better. "You're full of crap." It was a good retort, he assured himself, and something she couldn't counter without sounding stupid or repetative. Perhaps he wasn't losing this after all. Either way, he dared the female with his eyes to beat him.
"You would know," she returned, glancing away to break the lock of gazes. "Isn't that what you eat? You are what you eat, after all." Another score for Anzu! Seemed as if she was good at something besides friendship speeches to the white haired boy's suprise. Still, he had more experience, and quite the endurance.
*I'm only gonnna say this once
'It's the end of the world! I mean it this time!'
I'm only gonna say this once
'Your IQ and personality alone determine your future.'
I'm only gonna say this once
'Na Mu Myoho Rienge Kyo FuthaMuka!'*
"At least I'm not as dumb as you," he grumbled softly, glancing away also. Slowly but surely he was running out of retorts, and slowly but surely she was once more taking the lead. He wouldn't let it happen without a fight, though. He deserved to win.
"Oh yeah?" Well, apparently she wasn't as stocked up on replies as he thought. It was a basic question, and would soon be crushed by the weight of an insult. Too bad she'd been too busy lecturing to pick up on any good insults. With a little bit of training, the boy noted, she could be almost as good as him.
Then again, he himself had nothing. Given that, Bakura once more locked gazes with her, looking as serious as he could, before spouting out a line of pure nonsense words. She tried to make sense of them, but it was no use. There was nothing but imagination behind them; a good amount of imagination at that. Both had to bite their lips to not break into laughter.
*This message will repeat itself
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this message...*
"That doesn't mean anything," she quickly protested, slamming her fists down upon the table once more as she did so. "It doesn't count." Determined to win, the cerulean eyed girl had become techincal. Even if he were to challenge a few of her own responces, she had him quite well pinned upon that sentence of nonesense.
Using her own way to weasle out of the situation, the tomb robber rolled his eyes. This was far too easy, and perhaps far too enjoyable as well. He was supposed to hate the girl, not laugh with her, wasn't he? "Does too," came the quick reply, accompanied by the wide grin of a child.
"Does not!" Anzu assumed her own childish look, but hers was one of a pout. It suited her quite cutely, he realized. The way her eyes seemed to sparkle with laughter amused Bakura to no end, and he couldn't help but notice the pout was about to break into a wide grin. All in all, she was like a child, and he wished to hold her in his arms.
*I'm only gonna say this once
I'm only gonna say this once
I'm only gonna say this once
I'm only gonna say this once.*
The pout soon fell off of her features, though, as the female realized her competitor hadn't spoken for quite some time. It startled her somewhat, and she even went so far to frown in concnern. He, though, continued to stare at her with the most intrigued expression. In no time, Bakura's love sick thoughts won over his logical ones.
"I think I'm in love with you."
*I'm only gonnna say this once
'Everything you know... wrong.'
I'm only gonna say this once
'Where's that horse you rode in on?'
I'm only gonna say this once
'Go to your room and watch tv!'
I'm only gonna say this once
'Don't get smart.'*
An hour or so had passed and both teens now sat at the kitchen table, rather than under it. Both weren't in the best moods, for various reasons, an were now exchanging glares. Ryou, who stood watching them, just shook their head. It was almost like babysitting sometimes, the way they'd fight and bicker. He had to admit one thing, though. They were both persistant.
"You have such a big ego," the female began, eyes narrowed dangerously. She was daring him with the look to try to jump in and argue against her. "You're mad because you pulled me down? What was I supposed to do? You weigh what, three hundred pouds?" Here she grinned, for it was a direct hit.
Not yet was the tomb robber down, though. With a roll of his eyes, the yami tapped his fingers upon the desk in an irritated fashion before drawing a leasurely breath. "You would know, since you're around four hundred." It took all of his will power not to break of snickering as the female's jaw fell. "Been skipping those weight loss classes? Anzu, Anzu... Clearly you need them."
*This message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message...*
The cerulean eyed female let her mouth hang open for a minute in outrage before she quickly rose to her feet and spouted out the first thing she could think of. "Do not!" It was the classic move; a move that as a child she'd use quite often. The 'do not', 'do too' fights could last for hours, but she certainly had the skills to endure it. Ryou only sighed as he realized this.
Smirking, Bakura knew that he wouldn't be able to leave it at that. "Do too." How long this would go on would depend on how long it'd take him to think of his next witty remark. After all, his aim was to blow the girl out of the water. Mentally, he noted that 'loving her' must have been a stage, and he was now over it. Still, he couldn't help but notice the way her eyes twinkled with determination.
"Do too!" For emphasis purposes, the female slammed her hands down on the table quite animatedly. This only caused the hikari to laugh, shaking his head as he did so. It definitely was becoming more and more like babysitting, but he didn't mind all too much. They were amusing at the same time.
*I'm only gonnna say this once
'So long as you live in this house...'
I'm only gonna say this once
'Turn this boat around!'
I'm only gonna say this once
'I'm gonna fight the system from Within the system!'
I'm only gonna say this once
'This is the last time...'*
"Get out of my house if you want to argue with me," the tomb robber retorted. There was a certain glint in his eyes that noted that he'd win this, even if it killed him. The outraged look upon the girl's face proved that it just might, too. The way she growled softly only amused the yami further, and he continued to smirk.
Taking a deep breath the calm herself, the girl quickly shot back with, "This is Ryou's house, too!" Both then looked to the poor boy, who mumbled something about laundry before dashing off. He was far smarter than that, and wouldn't be mixed up in the argument between the two. After all, it'd end quite painfully he feared.
"See what you made him do? Now just admit you're the overweight one," she began, her own smirk forming. "Or I'll get Ryou to tell me some embarassing stories about you." It was evil, she knew it, but it seemed to be the only thing that'd work at this point. Besides, it'd be great to finally have something over the cocky boy's head.
*This message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message...*
Rolling his eyes, this time it was the tomb robber's turn to keep his cool. "He wouldn't say anything." While his words were quite composed, inside he was fretting. What if his hikari actually had enough spine to tell? It just wasn't right that his secrets would be known; he was supposed to be the intimidating one!
"Would too!" Anzu seemed to be able to see right through his calm disguise, and never let the smirk upon her lips waver. This was one fight she could win, and without that much effort at that. After all. someone needed to teach Bakura that he wasn't all that he pretended to be.
"Would not!" It seemed the war of words was not one to end soon. Oh well, both had the time on their hands. It was a nice winter day, and a bit too cold to go outside. Ryou apparently was taking care of the household chores, which left the both of them to argue.
*garbage in...garbage out
nothing in...nothing...!*
Sneering, the tomb robber finally came up with something better. "You're full of crap." It was a good retort, he assured himself, and something she couldn't counter without sounding stupid or repetative. Perhaps he wasn't losing this after all. Either way, he dared the female with his eyes to beat him.
"You would know," she returned, glancing away to break the lock of gazes. "Isn't that what you eat? You are what you eat, after all." Another score for Anzu! Seemed as if she was good at something besides friendship speeches to the white haired boy's suprise. Still, he had more experience, and quite the endurance.
*I'm only gonnna say this once
'It's the end of the world! I mean it this time!'
I'm only gonna say this once
'Your IQ and personality alone determine your future.'
I'm only gonna say this once
'Na Mu Myoho Rienge Kyo FuthaMuka!'*
"At least I'm not as dumb as you," he grumbled softly, glancing away also. Slowly but surely he was running out of retorts, and slowly but surely she was once more taking the lead. He wouldn't let it happen without a fight, though. He deserved to win.
"Oh yeah?" Well, apparently she wasn't as stocked up on replies as he thought. It was a basic question, and would soon be crushed by the weight of an insult. Too bad she'd been too busy lecturing to pick up on any good insults. With a little bit of training, the boy noted, she could be almost as good as him.
Then again, he himself had nothing. Given that, Bakura once more locked gazes with her, looking as serious as he could, before spouting out a line of pure nonsense words. She tried to make sense of them, but it was no use. There was nothing but imagination behind them; a good amount of imagination at that. Both had to bite their lips to not break into laughter.
*This message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message will repeat itself
this message...*
"That doesn't mean anything," she quickly protested, slamming her fists down upon the table once more as she did so. "It doesn't count." Determined to win, the cerulean eyed girl had become techincal. Even if he were to challenge a few of her own responces, she had him quite well pinned upon that sentence of nonesense.
Using her own way to weasle out of the situation, the tomb robber rolled his eyes. This was far too easy, and perhaps far too enjoyable as well. He was supposed to hate the girl, not laugh with her, wasn't he? "Does too," came the quick reply, accompanied by the wide grin of a child.
"Does not!" Anzu assumed her own childish look, but hers was one of a pout. It suited her quite cutely, he realized. The way her eyes seemed to sparkle with laughter amused Bakura to no end, and he couldn't help but notice the pout was about to break into a wide grin. All in all, she was like a child, and he wished to hold her in his arms.
*I'm only gonna say this once
I'm only gonna say this once
I'm only gonna say this once
I'm only gonna say this once.*
The pout soon fell off of her features, though, as the female realized her competitor hadn't spoken for quite some time. It startled her somewhat, and she even went so far to frown in concnern. He, though, continued to stare at her with the most intrigued expression. In no time, Bakura's love sick thoughts won over his logical ones.
"I think I'm in love with you."