Hello people! I'm back with yet another chappie! ^_^ *watches tumbleweed roll past* Geez, thanks for the enthusiasm!!!
Well, I've looked back over my reviews [125! Yay! ^_^ Huggle for everyone who wants one!] and past chapters, and I've noticed two things - 1) I've been picking on poor lil 'Kura a lot *huggle for Bakura, who looks rather sickened* and 2) You people seem to enjoy it! I should smite you all for your wicked ways... but smote people have trouble reviewing, ne? *Hyfen: -_-' Oh, the subtlety*
I (and other reviewers) have also noticed that Yugi has gotten away almost scott-free... *evil glint in eye* Now, we can't have that, can we?
Note to all Yugi fans, like myself: I'M SO SORRY FOR DOING THIS!!!
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For the first time since Bakura's song, silence had descended in the room. You could have heard a pin drop, if someone had a pin handy. Yami's head still hurt a bit, so he wasn't really keen on talking. Bakura was still out cold, and Ryou was enjoying his rare moment of peace. Yugi, on the other hand, wasn't enjoying the silence as much as the others - he was trying to ignore a feeling of impending doom that had settled upon him. For some reason he couldn't put his finger on, he was certain that something Bad was going to happen to him. Not just bad, but Bad.
Yugi opened his mouth to mention this to Yami, but his stomach cut him off with a deep growl.
Yami looked at Yugi and raised his eyebrows enquiringly. "Hungry, aibou?"
Yugi blushed slightly and nodded. Yami smiled and, without saying a word, stood up and walked over to the shelves - 'accidentally' treading on Bakura's stomach enroute, causing him to wake with a painful gasp of expelled air. Yami grabbed a tin and brought it back over to Yugi, skipping around Bakura as he tried to bite him. Bakura evidently didn't appreciate Yami's revival techniques.
Yami triumphantly handed the tin to Yugi. Pulling a plastic fork (which he'd been using earlier) out of his pocket and pulling a few bits of fluff off, he held it out to Yugi with a smile on his face. "Enjoy!"
As Yugi reached for the fork, he read the label on the tin - 'Spam'. Yugi's hand suddenly hesitated just before grabbing the fork, as he weighed up his options. He didn't want to upset Yami by refusing the Spam - Ra knows what THAT might trigger (Yugi couldn't help but see Yami Jackson making a triumphant return) - but on the other hand, one always has to consider one's well-being, ne?
Yugi slowly came to the realisation that Yami wouldn't forget his refusal for a month of Sundays, and he plucked the key off the side of the tin. He took a deep breath and inserted the key, flinching ever so slightly as he heard it click into place. Yugi noticed that Yami had squatted down in front of him, and he made the mistake of looking at Yami's eyes.
You know that look a dog gives you when he's just been praised and wants a longer cuddle? Yami reminded Yugi of that.
Yugi realised he had to do it, as did the other two. Yugi glanced at Ryou, who had a look of sympathising concern on his face. Bakura, on the other hand, simply gave Yugi his best smirk - one that was specially saved for situations like this.
'That's what you get for holding a rat in front of me' Bakura thought, shuddering at the memory. 'I'll enjoy this as much as you won't, carrot-boy!'
Yugi began twisting the lid back, hoping he had a dud key so he could claim Ra clearly didn't want him to *ahem* 'enjoy' some Spam right now. Needless to say, the key held solid. Yugi's gut feeling was coming true.
Once the lid was fully back, Yugi picked up his fork and looked at the mess inside the tin. For a brief second he could swear it was moving, though it was probably a trick of the light. Only probably - you could never be sure. Slowly, Yugi's fork began to descend.
"NYEARGH!" Yugi shrieked, dropping the tin with a clatter.
Yami looked alarmed. "What's wrong? Has the Spam gone rotten? Is there a spider in there?"
Yugi's hand was shaking slightly. "It… it… it winked at me!" As much as he didn't want them to, Yugi felt his legs drawing up to his chest and his arms slipping around them.
Yami picked up the tin. Looked at it. Sniffed it. He picked up the fork and had a mouthful. "It's fine Yugi. You must be really hungry, you're seeing things!"
Yami gave Yami a weak smile as he handed the tin and fork back. "Heh… Yeah, I guess so." Trying not to prolong his suffering any longer, Yugi jabbed his fork into the tin, taking a mouthful out. From the corner of his eye, Yugi saw Bakura's smirk turn into a grin that was both expectant and delighted at the same time. And demented, of course.
Yugi jammed the fork into his mouth, trying to let as little as possible touch his tongue. Forcing a smile, he looked at Yami. "Thanks!"
*~*~*One forced tin of Spam later*~*~*
Yugi put the empty tin down. Admittedly, his stomach was feeling a bit better. That was probably because stomachs - mercifully - don't have taste buds. Unfortunately, tongues do.
"Well, thanks for that Yami!" Yugi said, still forcing the cheer. He ran over to the shelves, taking time to 'accidentally' kick Bakura on the way.
"Hey!" Bakura objected angrily. "Contrary to popular belief -" He glared at Ryou. "- I am NOT a punch bag, carrot-boy!"
Yugi ignored Bakura. He just wanted rid of the vile taste in his mouth. He grabbed the first bottle he saw and wrenched the lid off. Turning to Yami, he explained "That Spam has made me so thirsty!" before tipping the bottle back and drinking deeply. It was only after the sixth gulp that Yugi noticed the kick and burning sensation the drink gave. He stopped and read the label.
"Smirnoff… 39.5%"
All of a sudden, that feeling of impending doom seemed more accurate than ever before.
*~*~*One drunken Yugi later*~*~*
Bakura spotted his chance, and cackled with maniacal glee. His eyes flared with evil intent as he saw Yugi stagger slightly and slide down the wall. This, he decided, was a great opportunity for mayhem and revenge.
Pulling a pair of scissors usually used for masochistic purposes out of his pocket, Bakura strolled across the room with a confident swagger, his chest puffed out and a cocky smirk adorning his features. Yugi tipped his head so he could see Bakura. Both of them.
"How'd you like a haircut, Yugi?" Bakura taunted, putting on his best polite English accent and waving the scissors. "I can give you a carrot-spike! A carrot-spike for carrot-boy!"
Ignoring Yugi's abusive response - evidently the alcohol had already removed Yugi's normal inhibitions - Bakura prepared himself for cutting all but Yugi's middle spike off, trying to decide which side would be best to start from. However, before he could start, he heard a faint "Squeak!" from Yugi's side. Bakura went pale. There was ANOTHER rat in the room.
By the time his feeble little "Eep!" had had reached Yami and Ryou's ears, Bakura had dropped his scissors, sprinted across the room, hopped up onto a crate and curled up, shaking once again.
Yami blinked in amazement. "I didn't know it was physically possible to move that fast…"
Ryou nodded and sighed. "Kinda pathetic really…"
Bakura - the proud tombrobber - glared at the two boys. "STOP TALKING AND KILL THAT RAT!"
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Hmmm... I can't decide if that chapter was funny or just mindless babbling... the ideas seemed funny, but I dunno bout how it came across... Maybe it needs redoing, someone get back to me on that! i.e. PLEASE REVIEW! The last chapter was one of the funniest by all accounts, but so few regulars reviewed it! *sob*
Oooooooh... before I forget... guess who's got a copy of the Yu-Gi-Oh! TV theme? ^_^ It's from the duelist kingdoms series. If anyone wants it, email me (see profile) and I'll send it to ya! It's 647KB, so make sure you have room!
See you next chapter people! And PLEASE read and review Wingedwolf's story 'Shadows of the heart' (Story ID 1305800) - it's a great story and only has 15 reviews, it deserves more! Help me here, oh loyal fans!
Well, I've looked back over my reviews [125! Yay! ^_^ Huggle for everyone who wants one!] and past chapters, and I've noticed two things - 1) I've been picking on poor lil 'Kura a lot *huggle for Bakura, who looks rather sickened* and 2) You people seem to enjoy it! I should smite you all for your wicked ways... but smote people have trouble reviewing, ne? *Hyfen: -_-' Oh, the subtlety*
I (and other reviewers) have also noticed that Yugi has gotten away almost scott-free... *evil glint in eye* Now, we can't have that, can we?
Note to all Yugi fans, like myself: I'M SO SORRY FOR DOING THIS!!!
*~*~*~*~*~*
For the first time since Bakura's song, silence had descended in the room. You could have heard a pin drop, if someone had a pin handy. Yami's head still hurt a bit, so he wasn't really keen on talking. Bakura was still out cold, and Ryou was enjoying his rare moment of peace. Yugi, on the other hand, wasn't enjoying the silence as much as the others - he was trying to ignore a feeling of impending doom that had settled upon him. For some reason he couldn't put his finger on, he was certain that something Bad was going to happen to him. Not just bad, but Bad.
Yugi opened his mouth to mention this to Yami, but his stomach cut him off with a deep growl.
Yami looked at Yugi and raised his eyebrows enquiringly. "Hungry, aibou?"
Yugi blushed slightly and nodded. Yami smiled and, without saying a word, stood up and walked over to the shelves - 'accidentally' treading on Bakura's stomach enroute, causing him to wake with a painful gasp of expelled air. Yami grabbed a tin and brought it back over to Yugi, skipping around Bakura as he tried to bite him. Bakura evidently didn't appreciate Yami's revival techniques.
Yami triumphantly handed the tin to Yugi. Pulling a plastic fork (which he'd been using earlier) out of his pocket and pulling a few bits of fluff off, he held it out to Yugi with a smile on his face. "Enjoy!"
As Yugi reached for the fork, he read the label on the tin - 'Spam'. Yugi's hand suddenly hesitated just before grabbing the fork, as he weighed up his options. He didn't want to upset Yami by refusing the Spam - Ra knows what THAT might trigger (Yugi couldn't help but see Yami Jackson making a triumphant return) - but on the other hand, one always has to consider one's well-being, ne?
Yugi slowly came to the realisation that Yami wouldn't forget his refusal for a month of Sundays, and he plucked the key off the side of the tin. He took a deep breath and inserted the key, flinching ever so slightly as he heard it click into place. Yugi noticed that Yami had squatted down in front of him, and he made the mistake of looking at Yami's eyes.
You know that look a dog gives you when he's just been praised and wants a longer cuddle? Yami reminded Yugi of that.
Yugi realised he had to do it, as did the other two. Yugi glanced at Ryou, who had a look of sympathising concern on his face. Bakura, on the other hand, simply gave Yugi his best smirk - one that was specially saved for situations like this.
'That's what you get for holding a rat in front of me' Bakura thought, shuddering at the memory. 'I'll enjoy this as much as you won't, carrot-boy!'
Yugi began twisting the lid back, hoping he had a dud key so he could claim Ra clearly didn't want him to *ahem* 'enjoy' some Spam right now. Needless to say, the key held solid. Yugi's gut feeling was coming true.
Once the lid was fully back, Yugi picked up his fork and looked at the mess inside the tin. For a brief second he could swear it was moving, though it was probably a trick of the light. Only probably - you could never be sure. Slowly, Yugi's fork began to descend.
"NYEARGH!" Yugi shrieked, dropping the tin with a clatter.
Yami looked alarmed. "What's wrong? Has the Spam gone rotten? Is there a spider in there?"
Yugi's hand was shaking slightly. "It… it… it winked at me!" As much as he didn't want them to, Yugi felt his legs drawing up to his chest and his arms slipping around them.
Yami picked up the tin. Looked at it. Sniffed it. He picked up the fork and had a mouthful. "It's fine Yugi. You must be really hungry, you're seeing things!"
Yami gave Yami a weak smile as he handed the tin and fork back. "Heh… Yeah, I guess so." Trying not to prolong his suffering any longer, Yugi jabbed his fork into the tin, taking a mouthful out. From the corner of his eye, Yugi saw Bakura's smirk turn into a grin that was both expectant and delighted at the same time. And demented, of course.
Yugi jammed the fork into his mouth, trying to let as little as possible touch his tongue. Forcing a smile, he looked at Yami. "Thanks!"
*~*~*One forced tin of Spam later*~*~*
Yugi put the empty tin down. Admittedly, his stomach was feeling a bit better. That was probably because stomachs - mercifully - don't have taste buds. Unfortunately, tongues do.
"Well, thanks for that Yami!" Yugi said, still forcing the cheer. He ran over to the shelves, taking time to 'accidentally' kick Bakura on the way.
"Hey!" Bakura objected angrily. "Contrary to popular belief -" He glared at Ryou. "- I am NOT a punch bag, carrot-boy!"
Yugi ignored Bakura. He just wanted rid of the vile taste in his mouth. He grabbed the first bottle he saw and wrenched the lid off. Turning to Yami, he explained "That Spam has made me so thirsty!" before tipping the bottle back and drinking deeply. It was only after the sixth gulp that Yugi noticed the kick and burning sensation the drink gave. He stopped and read the label.
"Smirnoff… 39.5%"
All of a sudden, that feeling of impending doom seemed more accurate than ever before.
*~*~*One drunken Yugi later*~*~*
Bakura spotted his chance, and cackled with maniacal glee. His eyes flared with evil intent as he saw Yugi stagger slightly and slide down the wall. This, he decided, was a great opportunity for mayhem and revenge.
Pulling a pair of scissors usually used for masochistic purposes out of his pocket, Bakura strolled across the room with a confident swagger, his chest puffed out and a cocky smirk adorning his features. Yugi tipped his head so he could see Bakura. Both of them.
"How'd you like a haircut, Yugi?" Bakura taunted, putting on his best polite English accent and waving the scissors. "I can give you a carrot-spike! A carrot-spike for carrot-boy!"
Ignoring Yugi's abusive response - evidently the alcohol had already removed Yugi's normal inhibitions - Bakura prepared himself for cutting all but Yugi's middle spike off, trying to decide which side would be best to start from. However, before he could start, he heard a faint "Squeak!" from Yugi's side. Bakura went pale. There was ANOTHER rat in the room.
By the time his feeble little "Eep!" had had reached Yami and Ryou's ears, Bakura had dropped his scissors, sprinted across the room, hopped up onto a crate and curled up, shaking once again.
Yami blinked in amazement. "I didn't know it was physically possible to move that fast…"
Ryou nodded and sighed. "Kinda pathetic really…"
Bakura - the proud tombrobber - glared at the two boys. "STOP TALKING AND KILL THAT RAT!"
*~*~*~*~*~*
Hmmm... I can't decide if that chapter was funny or just mindless babbling... the ideas seemed funny, but I dunno bout how it came across... Maybe it needs redoing, someone get back to me on that! i.e. PLEASE REVIEW! The last chapter was one of the funniest by all accounts, but so few regulars reviewed it! *sob*
Oooooooh... before I forget... guess who's got a copy of the Yu-Gi-Oh! TV theme? ^_^ It's from the duelist kingdoms series. If anyone wants it, email me (see profile) and I'll send it to ya! It's 647KB, so make sure you have room!
See you next chapter people! And PLEASE read and review Wingedwolf's story 'Shadows of the heart' (Story ID 1305800) - it's a great story and only has 15 reviews, it deserves more! Help me here, oh loyal fans!
