CHAPTER SIXTEEN: FUSHIGI-YUUGI CROSSOVER
~A/N: Sorry, this is sort of a crossover. Anyway, I changed the Fushigi- Yuugi characters around a little. Some of them are younger than they were, or whatever. Wow, this is really getting less and less Yu-Gi-Oh...~
The doorbell rang. Ryou opened it. A pretty lady stood on the doorstep, with a long purple braid over one shoulder. Yami had a feeling he should recognize her, but he didn't remember her name.
"Hello," she said with a smile. Behind her was Hotohori. Bakura noticed that Hotohori's hands were on the smaller girl's shoulders and began to have some *very* evil thoughts.
Behind them was Amiboshi and Suboshi, one carrying a yoyo-like object and the other carrying a flute. Yami did not even attempt to tell them apart. Chichiri stood behind. Seto noticed he still had gravity-defying bangs. He was wearing his mask. Tamahome and Tasuki were also there, almost exactly as Yami remembered them. The girls were conspicuously absent, except for the one who was apparently "with" Hotohori. Nuriko, Yami saw, was missing.
The Fushigi-Yuugi characters entered and were soon in the living room. However, there wasn't enough room on the couches. Raven had come over, of course, so he was sitting on Ryou's lap. The pretty girl was sitting on top of Hotohori, and Suboshi and Amiboshi were on the floor. The rest of them fit on the furniture (barely).
"That's a pretty dress Nuriko," Seto was saying to the purple-haired girl.
Yami stared in shock.
Nuriko smoothed HIS dress with a flirtatious look at Seto. "You like it?"
"Nuriko," Hotohori complained, "Don't do that."
"You're still my bishi, aren't you?"
"Well obviously."
Raven was looking speculatively at Nuriko. "Don't even think about it," Ryou warned.
"OK," Raven said obediently and leaned back on top of Ryou.
Tamahome, Tasuki, Bakura and Chichiri were looking rather disturbed.
"Chichiri, Tamahome, Tasuki, Bakura," Yami said, "Give me a hand in the kitchen, will you?"
Tamahome gave him a grateful look. They entered the kitchen and Yami took his cookies out of the oven.
"Wow those look really good," Bakura said, reaching for one. Yami whacked his hand with the spatula. "Stay away from them!"
Tamahome sat down on a stool by the counter. Yami brought them sodas and sat down.
"Is it just me," Bakura said with characteristic lack of diplomacy, "or does Nuriko normally refer to Hotohori as 'my pretty boy'?"
"I don't think it's just you," Chichiri commented. He took a bit of getting used to, as his eyes always looked closed due to his mask.
Tasuki looked ready to set the house on fire.
"Calm down Tasuki," Yami said soothingly, getting out ice cream (he needed sugar).
"Or Chichiri could comfort you," Bakura added with a smirk.
A bowl of ice cream was upended on his head.
"My hair!"
"I think Hotohori's finally been so overwhelmed by fangirls he's decided to make a statement," Tamahome remarked.
"There are better ways to make statements Tamahome." Tasuki was on his eighth cookie.
"Besides," Chichiri added, "lots of fangirls have been making that pairing for years. There's one I know who makes bookmarks of us, and she has one with pictures of Nuriko chasing Hotohori."
"So Hotohori's gay then?" Tamahome was notoriously blunt.
"Nuriko hopes he is, at least," Seto said, entering and stealing a cookie.
"Ah," Bakura said sarcastically, "The entrance of our cynical, annoying friend. It would not be the same without you."
"Bakura," Seto said, "Are you all right?"
Bakura did indeed look strange. He was leaning against the fridge in the part of the room farthest from Tamahome, Tasuki and Chichiri and his face was red.
"I do not enjoy standing around listening to people discuss Hotohori's gender inclinations," Bakura said delicately.
"You could go back into the living room," Yami suggested with a wicked smirk.
"No thanks. I think I'll go upstairs." Bakura went up the back stairs and almost ran into his room.
"He seems...disturbed," Chichiri said.
"Somehow I don't think tomb raiders are that used to this topic of discussion."
"Yami," Tamahome said seriously, "What we really came to talk to you about is that we're moving in down the street."
".cool."
"We need to send Suboshi, Amiboshi and Nuriko to school."
".what about Hotohori?" Seto asked.
"He's an Emperor; do you think he's going to go to public school?"
".good point."
"So, basically," Yami said, "You want us to get Ryou and Raven to help them at school."
"More or less, yes."
"How come you aren't going, Chichiri?" Seto looked curiously at him.
Chichiri shrugged. "Please. Taiitsu-kun is a better teacher than anyone in this pathetic world."
"Um, right," Yami said, "but you're going to have to talk to Ryou and Raven."
"OK. We'd better go . we're going shopping for school stuff."
"Try to make sure Nuriko doesn't get all pink things."
"I'll try, but I don't think it'll work."
In the living room, Raven was supposedly asleep nestled against Ryou. Hotohori was stroking Nuriko's trademark purple hair.
"OK, let's go," Tasuki said impatiently.
"See ya," Yami said as the Fushigi-Yuugi characters left.
"Bye."
Raven opened one eye and then closed it. He snuggled closer to Ryou.
~A/N: Sorry, this is sort of a crossover. Anyway, I changed the Fushigi- Yuugi characters around a little. Some of them are younger than they were, or whatever. Wow, this is really getting less and less Yu-Gi-Oh...~
The doorbell rang. Ryou opened it. A pretty lady stood on the doorstep, with a long purple braid over one shoulder. Yami had a feeling he should recognize her, but he didn't remember her name.
"Hello," she said with a smile. Behind her was Hotohori. Bakura noticed that Hotohori's hands were on the smaller girl's shoulders and began to have some *very* evil thoughts.
Behind them was Amiboshi and Suboshi, one carrying a yoyo-like object and the other carrying a flute. Yami did not even attempt to tell them apart. Chichiri stood behind. Seto noticed he still had gravity-defying bangs. He was wearing his mask. Tamahome and Tasuki were also there, almost exactly as Yami remembered them. The girls were conspicuously absent, except for the one who was apparently "with" Hotohori. Nuriko, Yami saw, was missing.
The Fushigi-Yuugi characters entered and were soon in the living room. However, there wasn't enough room on the couches. Raven had come over, of course, so he was sitting on Ryou's lap. The pretty girl was sitting on top of Hotohori, and Suboshi and Amiboshi were on the floor. The rest of them fit on the furniture (barely).
"That's a pretty dress Nuriko," Seto was saying to the purple-haired girl.
Yami stared in shock.
Nuriko smoothed HIS dress with a flirtatious look at Seto. "You like it?"
"Nuriko," Hotohori complained, "Don't do that."
"You're still my bishi, aren't you?"
"Well obviously."
Raven was looking speculatively at Nuriko. "Don't even think about it," Ryou warned.
"OK," Raven said obediently and leaned back on top of Ryou.
Tamahome, Tasuki, Bakura and Chichiri were looking rather disturbed.
"Chichiri, Tamahome, Tasuki, Bakura," Yami said, "Give me a hand in the kitchen, will you?"
Tamahome gave him a grateful look. They entered the kitchen and Yami took his cookies out of the oven.
"Wow those look really good," Bakura said, reaching for one. Yami whacked his hand with the spatula. "Stay away from them!"
Tamahome sat down on a stool by the counter. Yami brought them sodas and sat down.
"Is it just me," Bakura said with characteristic lack of diplomacy, "or does Nuriko normally refer to Hotohori as 'my pretty boy'?"
"I don't think it's just you," Chichiri commented. He took a bit of getting used to, as his eyes always looked closed due to his mask.
Tasuki looked ready to set the house on fire.
"Calm down Tasuki," Yami said soothingly, getting out ice cream (he needed sugar).
"Or Chichiri could comfort you," Bakura added with a smirk.
A bowl of ice cream was upended on his head.
"My hair!"
"I think Hotohori's finally been so overwhelmed by fangirls he's decided to make a statement," Tamahome remarked.
"There are better ways to make statements Tamahome." Tasuki was on his eighth cookie.
"Besides," Chichiri added, "lots of fangirls have been making that pairing for years. There's one I know who makes bookmarks of us, and she has one with pictures of Nuriko chasing Hotohori."
"So Hotohori's gay then?" Tamahome was notoriously blunt.
"Nuriko hopes he is, at least," Seto said, entering and stealing a cookie.
"Ah," Bakura said sarcastically, "The entrance of our cynical, annoying friend. It would not be the same without you."
"Bakura," Seto said, "Are you all right?"
Bakura did indeed look strange. He was leaning against the fridge in the part of the room farthest from Tamahome, Tasuki and Chichiri and his face was red.
"I do not enjoy standing around listening to people discuss Hotohori's gender inclinations," Bakura said delicately.
"You could go back into the living room," Yami suggested with a wicked smirk.
"No thanks. I think I'll go upstairs." Bakura went up the back stairs and almost ran into his room.
"He seems...disturbed," Chichiri said.
"Somehow I don't think tomb raiders are that used to this topic of discussion."
"Yami," Tamahome said seriously, "What we really came to talk to you about is that we're moving in down the street."
".cool."
"We need to send Suboshi, Amiboshi and Nuriko to school."
".what about Hotohori?" Seto asked.
"He's an Emperor; do you think he's going to go to public school?"
".good point."
"So, basically," Yami said, "You want us to get Ryou and Raven to help them at school."
"More or less, yes."
"How come you aren't going, Chichiri?" Seto looked curiously at him.
Chichiri shrugged. "Please. Taiitsu-kun is a better teacher than anyone in this pathetic world."
"Um, right," Yami said, "but you're going to have to talk to Ryou and Raven."
"OK. We'd better go . we're going shopping for school stuff."
"Try to make sure Nuriko doesn't get all pink things."
"I'll try, but I don't think it'll work."
In the living room, Raven was supposedly asleep nestled against Ryou. Hotohori was stroking Nuriko's trademark purple hair.
"OK, let's go," Tasuki said impatiently.
"See ya," Yami said as the Fushigi-Yuugi characters left.
"Bye."
Raven opened one eye and then closed it. He snuggled closer to Ryou.