Lachlan: YAY!!! Thank you for the reviews!!! I heart you all!!! * runs around room in a chicken suit*
That's for you!!!!
Isis: Oh by Ra!!!
Lachlan: Disclaimer!!!!
Isis: *evil grin* Oer theo peom eoop Al-Ghi- Eow!!
Lachlan: *rolls eyes* That was Runic for' We do not own Yugioh.' Smart ass.
Isis *^_^* ONWARDS!!!!!
Doramae sat at the table, wondering what to do about Gwinamae. Dirama, his brother, came in and smiled at him.
"Hey bro." he said, and began digging in his fridge.
Doramae cleared his throat, and Dirama looked up.
"Oh. Sorry. May I?" he asked.
Doramae smiled, and nodded. His younger brother dug in the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk. He opened it and began drinking from it. Doramae looked at him disapprovingly. Dirama looked at him sheepishly.
"I was going to finish it!! There's not much left!!"
Doramae twitched a finger and grinned.
"Go ahead. You've still got half a gallon left."
Dirama groaned as the carton became heavier in his grip.
"Aw, man! You did it again!!!"
"Get a glass." Doramae said playfully.
Dirama dug in the cabinets, and Doramae watched the red and gold clad Dark Magician pour himself a glass of milk. He chuckled.
"You are such a black sheep." he said, smiling widely.
"'fo?" he challenged around a mouthful of milk.
He swallowed.
"I like being different."
He suddenly made an odd face.
"Milk gone bad?" Doramae asked.
"Uh uh. You've got company. Female company." he said, his face glowing.
"Oh, I always forget how keen your sense of smell is. Yes, I do have company. A new apprentice, in fact. A Dark Magician Girl. Her name's Gwinamae."
A sly smirk slid across Dirama's lips.
"Oh, really?" he said.
Doramae looked at him sternly.
"Leave her be. She doesn't need you pestering her with your supposed 'charms'."
Dirama held up his hands.
"Hey now. I wouldn't dream of it. It's just been so long since I've seen a real Dark Magician Girl. You haven't trained one of those in centuries!!"
"I know. But she's infatuated with me, and she can't act like herself. I know she's an intelligent young woman, but you wouldn't be able to tell, the way she acts around me. She can't string two words together without flushing."
Dirama laughed.
"Ignore it." he said. "Just pretend you don't notice these little tizzies of hers, and eventually she'll calm down once she gets to know you better."
Doramae smiled at his younger brother.
"Thanks, little bro." he said.
Dirama stretched nonchalantly, yawning.
"No big, just giving my unattractive brother some womanizing tips." he drawled.
He ducked to avoid a hurled pillow, which went skittering across the floor.
"I'm going to talk to her now." he said, and went outside.
He found her on the porch, stroking the nose of his Firewing Pegasus.
"I see you've met Kekooee." he said gently.
She turned to look at him.
"Kekooee," she repeated. "Darkness, in Egyptian."
"Or, as I prefer, shadow." he said.
He watched her nuzzle his steed lovingly.
"You wanna ride him?" he asked.
Her eyes went wide.
"Oh! Yes! I'd love to!!" she said happily.
"Can you ride bareback? I don't exactly have a saddle. Or do you want me ride with you?"
She looked at him in exasperation.
"Can I ride bareback? Ha. Do Fairies hat Spellcasters? Of course I can!! I can handle a horse type creature!!"
She walked up to Kekooee, and mounted him. She gently nudged his flanks, and whispered to him. With a happy whinny, Kekooee took off into a slight gallop/flight gait. Doramae watched as she rode. The girl wasn't lying; she could handle the steed. he watched her hips sway with Kekooee's movements, her hair flying behind, her eyes shining. He listened to her bubbly laughter in the thrill of the ride.
Doramae suddenly felt weak watching her, and had a fantasy of him riding the steed behind her, feeling her body pressed against his, her hair under his chin, his arms around her slender waist.
'Oh by Anubis!!' he thought. 'I'm falling in love with her!"
Lachlan: I thank you all for your reviews, and I promise I'll try to pick up the pace!!! Someone just send me a mental smack, reminding me to bring my story home to type off of!!!
Isis: lazy…just bring your binder home!!!
Lachlan: Thbbt!!
Isis: Ignore my hyper and IMMATURE abiou…please?
Lachlan: Oh shut up, I'm the brains of this outfit….
Isis: Then we are a special ed. outfit…what with YOUR intelligence…
Lachlan: *bristling* HEY!! I have an I.Q. of 165!!! being bi polar, ADD ADHD, manic depressive, and passive aggressive does NOT mean I am retarded!!
Isis: You know that you're on the hairline of insanity…
Lachlan: So? I'm not bi polar type 1, so I'm NOT schizophrenic!! So there!!! I'm type 2!!!
Isis: *sigh* But if you were, you would be…
Lachlan: shutting up…see you readers later…gotta shut my Yami up!!!!
