I was board, with a MAJOR lack of inspiration. 'Nuff said.

One day there was a Yami and a Hikari . . .

Or was there . . .

So anyway there was one midget with hair, and a slightly taller midget with hair . . .

So they both had hair. Most of us do, unless you happen to be an 87 year old geezer in a retirement home because your 86 year old wife left you far the gut in the red sports car and you are currently living off the lint in your pocket. Since I'm guessing you're not, I'll elaborate.

Their hair looked like they had dumped nuclear waste on it and then added a firecracker into the mix.

Anyway, that's not the point. The point is that the midget and the slightly taller midget were there. With the hair. Wait . . . that had no point . . . anyway, if there's a point I'm sure we'll get to it someday . . . maybe when Yami Marik graduated from his anger management classes . . . AS I was saying . . . Someday.

So these two . . . unique . . . people, were walking. Where they were walking? Like hell I know. Why would I know? What makes you fathom that I could POSSIBLY know something as STUPID as where they are going.

So anyway they were going . . . somewhere. Maybe some unknown deity would know, maybe if I dialed up Ra on my cell, he gave me his number. Us two, we go WAAAYYYYYYY back. Long story short. You don't wanna know.

But unfortunately, we will not touch on my relations with the Egyptian god of the sun, nor shall we touch on why or where these two aforementioned people are headed, because this story, in fact, has nothing to do with them at all.

. . . wow, I just wasted half a page on a non relevant or important in any way topic. Go me.

Now, you might be asking yourself, well then who or what is this story (if you can call it that) about? What is this authoress doing? Is she high? Is that my mother telling me to get my lazy ass of the computer and get a life?

Well, I have the answers to those questions . . . sort of. I, the authoress, have absolutely no idea what I'm doing, nor do I really care. No, I am not high, yes, that is probably your mother, just ignore her and read this collection of sentences that I have put together in the hopes of sounding humorous. As if.

And no, by the way, I have no idea who this story will be about. Guess I should figure it out eh? Hmmm . . . lets see . . . Ah, I might have an idea! Well here goes nothing!

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One day there was a Yami and a Hikari.

No, they were not midgets, but, they DID have hair . . .

It was white, the hair I mean, but since I do not expect to entertain you with a story about the nature of these two individual's hair, I will move on.

One of these boys, the Hikari to be precise, was shy and polite. The other, the Yami, was rude, outgoing, and rather impolite.

Thus putting it lightly.

Henceforth, they shall be referred to as "Ryou" and "Bakura." Ryou, being the Hikari, Bakura being the Yami.

Anyway, they were doing something, obviously, I mean when is any one being not?

Moving on . . .

Currently, Bakura was causing some trouble for poor Ryou.

"What in the bloodiest regions of the ninth hell is that!!!" Bakura's shriek could be heard piercing through the morning mist over Domino City. Birds took flight in alarm all along the street on which Ryou's house was situated.

Ryou was awakened quite rudely by his Yami's . . . query. He rushed down to the source of Bakura's shriek, nearly tripping over discarded garments and other unimportant objects strewn down the hallway and stairs. Ahh, the life of Ryou, the only responsible soul in the house. His father was often away, while his Yami . . . well let's just say he didn't take a fancy to laundry.

When he reached the kitchen, he found his Yami, backed up against the stove, and trying to get away further. Further from what, Ryou did not immediately see, but he soon found out. On the counter, opposite his Yami, sat a . . . blender. He looked incredulously at his Yami. He was shaking, muttering Egyptian wildly under his breath.

"Bakura . . . Yami! What's wrong!" Ryou asked his crazed Yami.

"That . . . that devil spawned death trap tried to lure me to my demise!" Bakura yelled, as if this was the mast terrifying, and obvious thing in the world. Ryou was, all at once, amused and sympathetic.

Ryou sighed, "Yami, it's only a blender, see?" He led his Yami like a child over to the offending appliance. "It's not going to try and attack you."

"That's just what it WANTS you to think!!!" Screamed Bakura, jumping back, a crazed look in his eyes. He pointed a finger accusingly at the blender. "I was just looking at it, then . . ." He paused for dramatic effect before crying, "BOOM!!!!!!!!! It goes all PSYCO on you, whirling it's BLADES of DEATH and SCREAMING unholy CURSES UPON YOU AND YOUR FIRST BORN CHILD!!!!!!" His voice had risen to an ear-splitting climax with his last accusation.

"Ryou sweatdropped, "you must have just pressed the button, see?"

Ryou innocently pressed the "on" button to try and show his Yami just how harmless the blender was. The blender started up. It was rather old so it made quite a racket when activated.

His Yami gave an unholy shriek as he leaped away from it. "SEE! I TOLD YOU!!!! IT WILL COME FOR US ALL!"

And with that, one crazy, paranoid Yami, grabbed one, confused Hikari, and ran out the door, away from the "devil spawned death trap" that was Ryou's blender.

Ah, the joys of living with a 5 000 year old spirit . . . Ryou thought dryly. I'll bet Yugi's Yami can't wait to hear this one . . .

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YEEEUUUP.