I'm continuing! Dear Ra, you must think I'm crazy . . . I DON"T BLAME
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So anyway, where we left off in the last chapter, was with Ryou and Bakura marching down the street, away from Ryou's house, because of the life threatening weapon there, the Devil Spawned Death Trap Blender. YEUP.
Now, this next collection of sentences deals with the pair described, perhaps not so well in the beginning of my last chapter.
If you recall, I rambled on quite a bit about a certain Yami and his Hikari with weird hair. If you don't, please refer to chapter one.
GUESS WHAT! I think I know what they're doing now! This might actually have a point!!
Ha! Did you actually fall for that!! This story . . . having a point . . . that has GOT to be the most REDICULOUS thing I have EVER heard in my ENTIRE life!!!!
But . . . low and behold I, Crystal Hikari, the crazy authoress whose fic you are currently attempting to decipher, knows what Yami Yugi and Yugi Motou are doing, at THIS point in time, in THIS fan fiction.
They are having a barbecue.
No, they are not planning to invite anyone, not for lack of trying though. Joey was taking his sister to see a movie, Tristen was stalking them, Kaiba didn't care, and Ryou . . . well I think you know where he is.
As for Tea, who really cares?
So anyway, Grandpa was away, and Yugi had dragged out the old, (and I do mean old) barbecue, and was currently attempting to set it up. Yami was watching, puzzled, from the sidelines.
"Hikari, if you don't mind me asking, WHAT are you doing?"
"I'm . . . trying . . . to get out . . . the . . . barbecue . . ." Yugi replied, pausing to take a breath after each word. The old thing was HUGE, and it took all the strenght in little Yugi's body just to pull the damn thing onto their small patch of backyard grass behind the turtle game shop.
"Um, may I ask why?" Yami asked tentatively. His poor little light was not in the best of moods, having planed a get together with his friends and then finding out none of them could come.
"NO! You may NOT ask why!!" Yes, Yugi was definitely NOT in a good mood.
"Okay then . . . want help with that?"
"NO!"
"Okay . . . I'll leave you to it then . . ."
Yami returned to the shop, giving Yugi time to vent his frustration on the poor, rusting, barbecue.
!@#$%^&*()_+!@#$%^&*()_+!@#$%^&*()_+
So, after some more screaming, kicking, and shouting, the cursed barbecue was set up. Yugi had wasted no time putting hamburgers on to cook, muttering something about 'stupid, obstinate, freak, losers that I used to call friends.'
Later, Yami returned from once again beating every video game Yugi owned to see his Hikari finishing the burgers, and setting them out for the two to eat. He came out, hoping to find that Yugi's anger had burnt out.
Well it had . . . almost.
"Here." said Yugi thrusting a plastic plate into Yami's hands. A smell, somewhere between the mix of burned food and rotten eggs reached his unsuspecting nostrils. He inspected the plate. Upon a half-frozen bun, sat a small, charred disc. It was supposed to be a hamburger.
"Um, aibou . . ." Yami questioned softly, not wanting Yugi mad again, "What is this. . ."
He stopped short at the look Yugi was giving him.
"THAT is a FINELY barbecued HAMBURGER." He said, grating his teeth together, "I SLAVED over the fiery pits of that DAMN barbecue to MAKE IT! You . . . BETTER ENJOY IT!!!"
"I'm sure I will Hikari . . . why wouldn't I?? Heh . . . Heh . . ." Yami looked down on the blackened piece of burnt meat that ha was supposed to be eating and shuddered. It's not fair! The Tomb Robbers Hikari can cook!
Yami closed the cold bun over the piece of . . . what used to be meat. His Hikari eyed him, daring him to complain. Closing his eyes, he murmured a quick prayer to every deity he had ever heard of and then . . . he took a bite.
Wincing, he waited until he mastered his stomach enough to be able to open his mouth without throwing up, then he said, "It's . . . excellent hikari . . ."
Yugi sneered, something Yami didn't think his Hikari was capable of, and then he positively snarled, "It better be."
Yami glanced around, looking to find something to relieve his tongue, which, by the way was in agony. His violet/crimson eyes rested on a small, red bottle.
"Yugi, what's this?" he asked, holding it up.
"It's ketchup." He muttered, trying to digest his own burger. His temper seemed to be dying out, "You put it on hamburgers."
'anything to make this thing taste good' Yami thought. He inspected the white top of the bottle, trying to figure out how to open it. He succeeded in flipping of the cap. Now he was staring down a tiny hole. 'why would anyone make it so small!' He tried to put some of the red substance on his burger, but it did not want to come out of the small hole.
Yugi watched amusedly as his Yami turned the bottle around so it, once more was right side up, with the opening up.
Yami brought up the bottle close to his face, trying to see why the ketchup didn't come out. Maybe it was blocked? His eye was inches from the hole when he got the bright idea to squeeze the bottle. Hard.
"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Yami's cry filled the air. Yugi fell in a fit of laughter, completely forgetting his food, when he saw his Yami.
His entire face was red. Ketchup covered his hair and part of his clothes. 'What IS THIS STUFF!!!"
He spat out ketchup out and tried his best to get it out of his eyes. "THIS IS NOT FUNNY YUGI!!!!"
"Yes it is!!" Yugi managed to get out before collapsing in a fit of giggles once more.
In rage, Yami picked up the ketchup bottle once more and pointed it at Yugi.
"Yami . . . you wouldn't DARE!"
"Wanna BET!?"
In a flash, Yugi was covered, head to toe in the same red substance. "ARGH! YAMI!"
Yugi picked up a nearby bottle of mustard and now, Yami had a nice, rather large spot of yellow on his new leather pants.
And so, that concludes are adventures with the Yami and the Hikari with weird hair.
A loud "NOT YET!" Is heard as both Yami and Yugi point their . . . weapons at . . . ME!
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
So anyway, where we left off in the last chapter, was with Ryou and Bakura marching down the street, away from Ryou's house, because of the life threatening weapon there, the Devil Spawned Death Trap Blender. YEUP.
Now, this next collection of sentences deals with the pair described, perhaps not so well in the beginning of my last chapter.
If you recall, I rambled on quite a bit about a certain Yami and his Hikari with weird hair. If you don't, please refer to chapter one.
GUESS WHAT! I think I know what they're doing now! This might actually have a point!!
Ha! Did you actually fall for that!! This story . . . having a point . . . that has GOT to be the most REDICULOUS thing I have EVER heard in my ENTIRE life!!!!
But . . . low and behold I, Crystal Hikari, the crazy authoress whose fic you are currently attempting to decipher, knows what Yami Yugi and Yugi Motou are doing, at THIS point in time, in THIS fan fiction.
They are having a barbecue.
No, they are not planning to invite anyone, not for lack of trying though. Joey was taking his sister to see a movie, Tristen was stalking them, Kaiba didn't care, and Ryou . . . well I think you know where he is.
As for Tea, who really cares?
So anyway, Grandpa was away, and Yugi had dragged out the old, (and I do mean old) barbecue, and was currently attempting to set it up. Yami was watching, puzzled, from the sidelines.
"Hikari, if you don't mind me asking, WHAT are you doing?"
"I'm . . . trying . . . to get out . . . the . . . barbecue . . ." Yugi replied, pausing to take a breath after each word. The old thing was HUGE, and it took all the strenght in little Yugi's body just to pull the damn thing onto their small patch of backyard grass behind the turtle game shop.
"Um, may I ask why?" Yami asked tentatively. His poor little light was not in the best of moods, having planed a get together with his friends and then finding out none of them could come.
"NO! You may NOT ask why!!" Yes, Yugi was definitely NOT in a good mood.
"Okay then . . . want help with that?"
"NO!"
"Okay . . . I'll leave you to it then . . ."
Yami returned to the shop, giving Yugi time to vent his frustration on the poor, rusting, barbecue.
!@#$%^&*()_+!@#$%^&*()_+!@#$%^&*()_+
So, after some more screaming, kicking, and shouting, the cursed barbecue was set up. Yugi had wasted no time putting hamburgers on to cook, muttering something about 'stupid, obstinate, freak, losers that I used to call friends.'
Later, Yami returned from once again beating every video game Yugi owned to see his Hikari finishing the burgers, and setting them out for the two to eat. He came out, hoping to find that Yugi's anger had burnt out.
Well it had . . . almost.
"Here." said Yugi thrusting a plastic plate into Yami's hands. A smell, somewhere between the mix of burned food and rotten eggs reached his unsuspecting nostrils. He inspected the plate. Upon a half-frozen bun, sat a small, charred disc. It was supposed to be a hamburger.
"Um, aibou . . ." Yami questioned softly, not wanting Yugi mad again, "What is this. . ."
He stopped short at the look Yugi was giving him.
"THAT is a FINELY barbecued HAMBURGER." He said, grating his teeth together, "I SLAVED over the fiery pits of that DAMN barbecue to MAKE IT! You . . . BETTER ENJOY IT!!!"
"I'm sure I will Hikari . . . why wouldn't I?? Heh . . . Heh . . ." Yami looked down on the blackened piece of burnt meat that ha was supposed to be eating and shuddered. It's not fair! The Tomb Robbers Hikari can cook!
Yami closed the cold bun over the piece of . . . what used to be meat. His Hikari eyed him, daring him to complain. Closing his eyes, he murmured a quick prayer to every deity he had ever heard of and then . . . he took a bite.
Wincing, he waited until he mastered his stomach enough to be able to open his mouth without throwing up, then he said, "It's . . . excellent hikari . . ."
Yugi sneered, something Yami didn't think his Hikari was capable of, and then he positively snarled, "It better be."
Yami glanced around, looking to find something to relieve his tongue, which, by the way was in agony. His violet/crimson eyes rested on a small, red bottle.
"Yugi, what's this?" he asked, holding it up.
"It's ketchup." He muttered, trying to digest his own burger. His temper seemed to be dying out, "You put it on hamburgers."
'anything to make this thing taste good' Yami thought. He inspected the white top of the bottle, trying to figure out how to open it. He succeeded in flipping of the cap. Now he was staring down a tiny hole. 'why would anyone make it so small!' He tried to put some of the red substance on his burger, but it did not want to come out of the small hole.
Yugi watched amusedly as his Yami turned the bottle around so it, once more was right side up, with the opening up.
Yami brought up the bottle close to his face, trying to see why the ketchup didn't come out. Maybe it was blocked? His eye was inches from the hole when he got the bright idea to squeeze the bottle. Hard.
"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Yami's cry filled the air. Yugi fell in a fit of laughter, completely forgetting his food, when he saw his Yami.
His entire face was red. Ketchup covered his hair and part of his clothes. 'What IS THIS STUFF!!!"
He spat out ketchup out and tried his best to get it out of his eyes. "THIS IS NOT FUNNY YUGI!!!!"
"Yes it is!!" Yugi managed to get out before collapsing in a fit of giggles once more.
In rage, Yami picked up the ketchup bottle once more and pointed it at Yugi.
"Yami . . . you wouldn't DARE!"
"Wanna BET!?"
In a flash, Yugi was covered, head to toe in the same red substance. "ARGH! YAMI!"
Yugi picked up a nearby bottle of mustard and now, Yami had a nice, rather large spot of yellow on his new leather pants.
And so, that concludes are adventures with the Yami and the Hikari with weird hair.
A loud "NOT YET!" Is heard as both Yami and Yugi point their . . . weapons at . . . ME!
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
