PP: All right! 6 reviews!!!
YPP: All right! *drool* Yami Bakura!!!
PP: *sticks tongue out and blows raspberry* He's mine! MINE YA HEAR!!
YPP: NO!! BAKURA!! COME BACK, MY LOVE!!!
PP: *cackles insanely* MWAHAHA!!! THEY'RE ALL MINE!! YGO IS MINE!!!!
Lawyer Dude: Ehem!
PP: Oops...sorry. I don't own YGO.
Lawyer: Thank you.
YPP: THPPPPPTT!!!!
Lawyer: ¬_¬' I hate this job
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Camp Flamethrower
By Phire Phoenix
Chapter Two
The poor, poor ... Tomb Robber?
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*Yami's voice* Previously, on Camp Flamethrower:
Ryou and Bakura arrive at camp. Why did Bakura take off for 8 hours? What's he scheming? What will happen to the poor camp? Stay tuned to find out!!!
*Commercial break*
Bakura returned to his soul room at midnight, grinning like there's no tomorrow. He tiptoed along the stone hall, trying his best not to make any sounds. He glanced in on Ryou before he started to ease open his own door. Ryou's bed was empty. Bakura gaped. Even though the kid made his life miserable, he didn't want him to be in any sort of danger. Who knows what could happen to a vulnerable soul that doesn't even know how to use its powers at night?
He stepped through the door, and it slammed shut behind him. Ryou stepped out from the shadows, puffy eyed. Bakura rolled his eyes, and action Ryou didn't see due to the darkness of behind the doors. He's only stayed up till 12 and he's already sagging. Boy oh boy. He'd love to see his Hikari pull what mortals called an all-nighter in some sort of institutions. University, was it?
"Just where, do you suppose, you were?" Ryou asked, calmly but deadly, crossing his arms. Bakura looked around the room. Nothing was here that could serve as a weapon to knock his Hikari out. And Ryou was standing in front of the door, blocking it. Sighing, Bakura decided to try the innocent approach. It's never worked before, but it's worth a shot. Better than nothing, at least.
"Uh...nowhere?"
Ryou uncrossed his arms and took a big breath, ready to launch a whole catapult of scolding at the three thousand year old tomb robber. Seizing his chance, Bakura shoved Ryou to one side, yanked open the door and dashed to his own room, bolting the door behind him. On top of that, he sealed it with various spells and pushed a big armoire in front of it. Behind the furniture, he could hear Ryou screaming his head off about something containing the phrase "When I get my hands on you, ya tomb robber!"
Bakura winced. He really didn't appreciate being associated to his old position.
He sat down in front of a drawing board he'd set up the day before and began pouring over five pieces of parchment. The yelling subsided after a while, and Ryou went to sleep. Little did the unsuspecting Hikari know that an elaborate scheme was about to unfold.
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About twenty-five tired and very grumpy kids trudged into mess the next morning. They seated themselves around tables, no more eager to start eating than they were to commit suicide. After all, this WAS a teen camp, and most everybody has experienced once or twice at the very least what a cafeteria in a low-profit organization tasted like. Bakura made sure that the caf' here lived up to that reputations.
To everyone's dismay, the camp counsellor from the afternoon before was standing behind the counter with a large pot of soup. A simultaneous groan resounded through the room, and half of their heads flopped unto the desk, preparing for another long speech about Camp Bluemount. But instead, he just winked and wished them 'Bon Appetit'.
He lifted the lid of the pot and ladled a spoonful of soup. The other half of the heads flopped unto the table. Soup in the morning? It's the first day, and it's already looking very bleak. But a breeze of excited whispers jerked them upright. The counsellor had closed his eyes, and held the spoon in front of his nose, sighing. The metal contraption travelled downwards, towards his mouth.
A terrified silence settled on the group as they watched in awestruck horror and fascination as the spoon came nearer and nearer to the guy's mouth. Not a single muscle twitched, except for Bakura, who was rolling on the floor of his soul room, trying not to crack a rib laughing. Ryou was too mesmerized to scold his Yami, although he had a sinking feeling about the whole incident. Reflection, Ryou realised with a jolt that he himself had created a loophole for his Yami to take advantage of. He had made the Ancient Egyptian Spirit promise that he wouldn't hurt any kids, but there wasn't anything about the, eh, adults...
The counsellor sensed rather than felt motion on his spoons. He sniffed it again, and slowly opened his eyes. They became buggy, and then threatened to pop out of his head entirely.
In the thick, creamy soup, writhing slimily, were a dozen newborn maggots!!!
He let out a high, piercing, ear-splitting shriek that reverberated around the room and the campgrounds. That shriek cut through the tension and pandemonium ensued. Everyone jumped up and raced out of the hall, with the counsellor close at their heels. The other adults present were the first to disappear from the scenes. In less than an hour, some rich kids' parents had already come to pick them up, and other parents had arranged to drive the school bus home. By the end of the day, only the staff and Ryou were left.
The latter stalked back to him dormitory. Ah well, at least he didn't have to share the dratted room. Last night hadn't exactly been pleasant. He'd ended up on the bottom bunk and his bunkmate was one hugely overweight kid. He could have sworn that the bed was about to suffocate him. It was times like these he wished that his Yami was there to kick some serious butt, but knowing the spirit, he would do more bad than good.
"All right, fess up, what did you do to that soup." Ryou asked sternly sitting opposite of his Yami on the bed. Bakura tried, and failed miserably, to maintain an innocent approach. It's kind of hard to convince people of your innocence when you're prone to giggle attacks while protesting 'I didn't know anything about it, honest!' And especially since Ryou has already caught him one doing...well Ryou doesn't know what he was doing, but the kid certainly new he had been up to no good.
"Fine, ye pathetic mortal...I mean, I didn't do it...not on purpose, at least..." And here he smirked, averting Bakura to the falseness of that last statement. "I mean, how was I to know that accidentally dropping some eggs in the pot would make them hatch into maggots? How was I to know the cook never cleans the pot? How was I to know the heat of the stinking soup would speed up the hatching?"
Ryou sighed and rubbed his temple. He looked out the window, and a smile slowly crept about his face. For some unknown reason, Bakura shivered involuntarily. "Your punishment," he said, slowly and clearly, looking at his Yami, "is..."
His Yami slid down on his knees in front of him. "PLEASE NO!! NOT THE CANDY!!!" He wailed, clinging to Ryou's knee. Ryou raised an eyebrow. This was new. He had to make a note of this. Yami is a hopeless sugarholic, and it is a very efficient weapon against him. "No, not the sugar." Ryou assured him, and Bakura got up again, dusting himself off and looking thoroughly disgusted with himself. "You didn't hurt any kids, after all."
"I didn't hurt any adults, technically, either." Bakura muttered, but he didn't feel like provoking his Hikari even more. The quiet and shy Ryou that everyone knew wasn't nearly as tame as the 'gang' thought him to be. Oh no. "Your punishment is that we take over the camp and make it NICE, get it, NICE for the next batch of kids arriving for Level C next week."
Bakura's eyes widened. This was better than he'd hoped! If only he could persuade Ryou to adhere to some of the plans he'd made the night before. A nice little torture...eh...play chamber...
But first he had to make Ryou think that he didn't like the thought at all, or he wouldn't get his plan.
"Oh RA!!! NO!!" He wailed, opening one of his eyes a peep to see Ryou's reaction. "Anything but that!!!" The Hikari seemed very satisfied with himself. Bakura held back a smirk and continued protesting until Ryou got up and started walking towards the counsellor's office. Bakura curled up in a fetal position on the bed and pretended to suck his thumb. But the moment that Ryou disappeared, he jumped up and began to cackle, rather maniacally.
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PP: Smirkies!!!
YPP: Smirkies???
PP: Yeah, that's my new word! Now I don't have to type those ever so annoying asterisks when I want to tell the reader I'm smirking! And Smirkies sounds so cute...
YPP: Ah! Smirkes. I like.
PP: NO!!! *hiss* Mine!!
YPP: Ok then, you can have that. Hissies...
PP: *Sweatdrop*
YPP: Sweatdropies!!!
PP: *growl* Don't even start!!!
YPP: *smirk*
YPP: All right! *drool* Yami Bakura!!!
PP: *sticks tongue out and blows raspberry* He's mine! MINE YA HEAR!!
YPP: NO!! BAKURA!! COME BACK, MY LOVE!!!
PP: *cackles insanely* MWAHAHA!!! THEY'RE ALL MINE!! YGO IS MINE!!!!
Lawyer Dude: Ehem!
PP: Oops...sorry. I don't own YGO.
Lawyer: Thank you.
YPP: THPPPPPTT!!!!
Lawyer: ¬_¬' I hate this job
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Camp Flamethrower
By Phire Phoenix
Chapter Two
The poor, poor ... Tomb Robber?
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*Yami's voice* Previously, on Camp Flamethrower:
Ryou and Bakura arrive at camp. Why did Bakura take off for 8 hours? What's he scheming? What will happen to the poor camp? Stay tuned to find out!!!
*Commercial break*
Bakura returned to his soul room at midnight, grinning like there's no tomorrow. He tiptoed along the stone hall, trying his best not to make any sounds. He glanced in on Ryou before he started to ease open his own door. Ryou's bed was empty. Bakura gaped. Even though the kid made his life miserable, he didn't want him to be in any sort of danger. Who knows what could happen to a vulnerable soul that doesn't even know how to use its powers at night?
He stepped through the door, and it slammed shut behind him. Ryou stepped out from the shadows, puffy eyed. Bakura rolled his eyes, and action Ryou didn't see due to the darkness of behind the doors. He's only stayed up till 12 and he's already sagging. Boy oh boy. He'd love to see his Hikari pull what mortals called an all-nighter in some sort of institutions. University, was it?
"Just where, do you suppose, you were?" Ryou asked, calmly but deadly, crossing his arms. Bakura looked around the room. Nothing was here that could serve as a weapon to knock his Hikari out. And Ryou was standing in front of the door, blocking it. Sighing, Bakura decided to try the innocent approach. It's never worked before, but it's worth a shot. Better than nothing, at least.
"Uh...nowhere?"
Ryou uncrossed his arms and took a big breath, ready to launch a whole catapult of scolding at the three thousand year old tomb robber. Seizing his chance, Bakura shoved Ryou to one side, yanked open the door and dashed to his own room, bolting the door behind him. On top of that, he sealed it with various spells and pushed a big armoire in front of it. Behind the furniture, he could hear Ryou screaming his head off about something containing the phrase "When I get my hands on you, ya tomb robber!"
Bakura winced. He really didn't appreciate being associated to his old position.
He sat down in front of a drawing board he'd set up the day before and began pouring over five pieces of parchment. The yelling subsided after a while, and Ryou went to sleep. Little did the unsuspecting Hikari know that an elaborate scheme was about to unfold.
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About twenty-five tired and very grumpy kids trudged into mess the next morning. They seated themselves around tables, no more eager to start eating than they were to commit suicide. After all, this WAS a teen camp, and most everybody has experienced once or twice at the very least what a cafeteria in a low-profit organization tasted like. Bakura made sure that the caf' here lived up to that reputations.
To everyone's dismay, the camp counsellor from the afternoon before was standing behind the counter with a large pot of soup. A simultaneous groan resounded through the room, and half of their heads flopped unto the desk, preparing for another long speech about Camp Bluemount. But instead, he just winked and wished them 'Bon Appetit'.
He lifted the lid of the pot and ladled a spoonful of soup. The other half of the heads flopped unto the table. Soup in the morning? It's the first day, and it's already looking very bleak. But a breeze of excited whispers jerked them upright. The counsellor had closed his eyes, and held the spoon in front of his nose, sighing. The metal contraption travelled downwards, towards his mouth.
A terrified silence settled on the group as they watched in awestruck horror and fascination as the spoon came nearer and nearer to the guy's mouth. Not a single muscle twitched, except for Bakura, who was rolling on the floor of his soul room, trying not to crack a rib laughing. Ryou was too mesmerized to scold his Yami, although he had a sinking feeling about the whole incident. Reflection, Ryou realised with a jolt that he himself had created a loophole for his Yami to take advantage of. He had made the Ancient Egyptian Spirit promise that he wouldn't hurt any kids, but there wasn't anything about the, eh, adults...
The counsellor sensed rather than felt motion on his spoons. He sniffed it again, and slowly opened his eyes. They became buggy, and then threatened to pop out of his head entirely.
In the thick, creamy soup, writhing slimily, were a dozen newborn maggots!!!
He let out a high, piercing, ear-splitting shriek that reverberated around the room and the campgrounds. That shriek cut through the tension and pandemonium ensued. Everyone jumped up and raced out of the hall, with the counsellor close at their heels. The other adults present were the first to disappear from the scenes. In less than an hour, some rich kids' parents had already come to pick them up, and other parents had arranged to drive the school bus home. By the end of the day, only the staff and Ryou were left.
The latter stalked back to him dormitory. Ah well, at least he didn't have to share the dratted room. Last night hadn't exactly been pleasant. He'd ended up on the bottom bunk and his bunkmate was one hugely overweight kid. He could have sworn that the bed was about to suffocate him. It was times like these he wished that his Yami was there to kick some serious butt, but knowing the spirit, he would do more bad than good.
"All right, fess up, what did you do to that soup." Ryou asked sternly sitting opposite of his Yami on the bed. Bakura tried, and failed miserably, to maintain an innocent approach. It's kind of hard to convince people of your innocence when you're prone to giggle attacks while protesting 'I didn't know anything about it, honest!' And especially since Ryou has already caught him one doing...well Ryou doesn't know what he was doing, but the kid certainly new he had been up to no good.
"Fine, ye pathetic mortal...I mean, I didn't do it...not on purpose, at least..." And here he smirked, averting Bakura to the falseness of that last statement. "I mean, how was I to know that accidentally dropping some eggs in the pot would make them hatch into maggots? How was I to know the cook never cleans the pot? How was I to know the heat of the stinking soup would speed up the hatching?"
Ryou sighed and rubbed his temple. He looked out the window, and a smile slowly crept about his face. For some unknown reason, Bakura shivered involuntarily. "Your punishment," he said, slowly and clearly, looking at his Yami, "is..."
His Yami slid down on his knees in front of him. "PLEASE NO!! NOT THE CANDY!!!" He wailed, clinging to Ryou's knee. Ryou raised an eyebrow. This was new. He had to make a note of this. Yami is a hopeless sugarholic, and it is a very efficient weapon against him. "No, not the sugar." Ryou assured him, and Bakura got up again, dusting himself off and looking thoroughly disgusted with himself. "You didn't hurt any kids, after all."
"I didn't hurt any adults, technically, either." Bakura muttered, but he didn't feel like provoking his Hikari even more. The quiet and shy Ryou that everyone knew wasn't nearly as tame as the 'gang' thought him to be. Oh no. "Your punishment is that we take over the camp and make it NICE, get it, NICE for the next batch of kids arriving for Level C next week."
Bakura's eyes widened. This was better than he'd hoped! If only he could persuade Ryou to adhere to some of the plans he'd made the night before. A nice little torture...eh...play chamber...
But first he had to make Ryou think that he didn't like the thought at all, or he wouldn't get his plan.
"Oh RA!!! NO!!" He wailed, opening one of his eyes a peep to see Ryou's reaction. "Anything but that!!!" The Hikari seemed very satisfied with himself. Bakura held back a smirk and continued protesting until Ryou got up and started walking towards the counsellor's office. Bakura curled up in a fetal position on the bed and pretended to suck his thumb. But the moment that Ryou disappeared, he jumped up and began to cackle, rather maniacally.
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PP: Smirkies!!!
YPP: Smirkies???
PP: Yeah, that's my new word! Now I don't have to type those ever so annoying asterisks when I want to tell the reader I'm smirking! And Smirkies sounds so cute...
YPP: Ah! Smirkes. I like.
PP: NO!!! *hiss* Mine!!
YPP: Ok then, you can have that. Hissies...
PP: *Sweatdrop*
YPP: Sweatdropies!!!
PP: *growl* Don't even start!!!
YPP: *smirk*