YEAH!!! I'm finally writing the very much anticipated seventh chapter! It is guaranteed to chill you, thrill you, and fulfill you (hail to the Rocky Horror Picture Show), so read it! Oh yeah, this is to be the most disturbing turn in the fic story, so be warned. MUCH FREAKY CRAP WILL HAPPEN!!! Yes, now that that's been said, go on and read, and be happier, if possible.
Chapter 7
Bakura made his way to where Kaiba lay, grinning ear to ear with anticipation. He had been forming his fool proof plan for a whole... fifteen minutes or so, before that he was just thinking about what Malik would attempt to do to him for trying to steal his honey bee. He brought himself over the sleeping boy, only to be tapped on the shoulder by someone behind him. Bakura's breath tightened as he looked over his shoulder, and then calmed down again to find that it was only Honda.
"Honda, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'd like to ask you the same question. I'd also like to ask you an even better one like why you didn't come for me in the middle of the night instead of Kaiba." Honda looked at Bakura totally pissed. In truth, no, he didn't have a thing for Bakura at all, but he was driving at something else all together.
Bakura shook his head and simply replied, "I'm sorry, but... I want a hotty... not you."
That did it. Honda's eyes swelled up with a fury of a thousand suns. Yep, you guessed it! Honda was about to go on one of his screaming rants on injustice, much to Bakura's dismay.
"HOT ENOUGH??!! HOT ENOUGH?????!!!!!! I'LL SHOW YOU HOT BUCKO!!!! YOU PEOPLE ARE STARTING TO REALLY PISS ME OFF WITH YOUR 'OH KAIBA'S SO HOT' AND 'MY GOODNESS! LOOK AT MALIKS HOT ASS!' DO WE EVER HEAR THE GIRLS SWOONING OVER MY ASS???? WELL?! DO YOU??!!!! NNOOOO!!!! MY ASS APPARENTLY ISN'T PINCH WORTHY!!!"
Everybody else in the apartment was now waking up, unable to sleep through one of Honda's tangents. Yugi stared blankly over at them. "What's going on?"
"WHAT'S GOING ON???!!!! I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S GOING ON!!! I'M FRIGGIN PISSED AT YOU ALL!!! ALL OF YOU, EVERY ONE OF YOU HAVE YOUR LITTLE FAN CULTS THAT'LL STEAL YOUR BOXERS, DRAW DIRTY PICTURES OF YOU, AND WRITE DISTURBING FAN STORIES ABOUT YOU GUYS GETTING IT ON WITH EACHOTHER... except for Mokuba, for some strange reason... BUT OTHERWISE, YOU ALL HAVE GOT SOMETHING!!! ME THOUGH?!! NUH UH, NADA! IT'S NOT FAIR, I TELL YOU!!"
"Geez Honda, calm down!" Yami said irritably, trying to get some shut eye. Of course, being irritated with an angry Honda never did help the situation.
"OH, NOW YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN?! WHY DON'T YOU GO ON AND BLAH ABOUT YOUR FRIGGIN HEART OF THE FUCKIN CARDS?!! DUDE, IT'S RANDOMIZED BY THE SHUFFLE, AND DEPENDS ON THE LUCK OF THE DRAW! IF THE CARD YOU WANT IS ON THE BOTTOM OF THE DECK, NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU WISH FOR IT, IT'LL STILL BE ON THE BOTTOM OF THE STUPID DECK!!! YOU DON'T EVEN GET THAT, AND YOU SOUND LIKE A GAY ASS RETARD EVERYTIME YOU GIVE THAT IDIOTIC SPEECH, AND YET THE GIRLS STILL FALL FOR YOU!! NERDY LITTLE BOYS ARE INSPIRED BY YOU TO GO WASTE THEIR MONEY ON YUGI DECKS, WHICH JUST SIMPLY REPLACE POKEMON CARDS!!! BECAUSE OF YOU, THIS WORLD IS A BAD PLACE, AND YET PEOPLE STILL WANT YOU IN IT BECAUSE THEIR BRAINS HAVE ROTTED BEYOND HUMAN COMPREHENSION!! YET, WHEN SOMEONE LIKE ME COMES ALONG, NO ONE CARES! WHY? BECAUSE MY HAIR LOOKS NASTY, AND I MY LIFE IS WORSE OFF THAN YOURS, CUZ INSTEAD OF PLAYING CARDS, I'M A FRIGGIN CHEERLEADER FOR SOME NERD WHO CAN'T EVEN PUT HIS JACKET ON RIGHT!! AND NOW THAT I THINK OF IT, WHAT'S WRONG WITH EVERYBODY ELSE YOU DUEL?!! ONE MINUTE YOU'RE REALLY SHORT WITH A TENOR'S VOICE, AND THEN THE NEXT YOU'VE GROWN A FOOT AND HAVE THE VOICE OF A BARITIONE, AND NO ONE EVEN NOTICES!!! AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES THIS??!! AM I????!!!!!!"
"Gee, you sure do put yourself down a lot..." Yugi looked at him sympathetically. Honda was about to say more, but was interrupted by Kaiba.
"Hey, er... while you're going on about your issues and stuff... why's Bakura on top of me?" Malik looked over to realize that, too, which totally pissed him off.
"Get the hell off of MY Setokins!!!" He screamed while lunging at the white haired yami. Bakura dodged, being suave like he is, and then laughed to himself.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to steal your shnickle fritz from you!"
"No you won't! Will he Seto?" Malik looked over at Seto, who looked between the both of them.
"Well, if you two want to fight over me, I certainly don't have any objection."
Malik just stared at him with shock. How could is lovey bear be doing this to him? Wasn't it just earlier that day they had decided on becoming a couple? Bakura, though, was happy about this outcome, and tackled Malik. So they started fighting on the floor. Now, considering the chances of everyone turning out to be gay in this story is quite high, Yugi, Ishtar, and Yami started to chuck in stuff like chocolate syrup, whip cream, sprinkles, and anything else they thought might improve the percentage of kinkiness that the hustle might involve.
Meanwhile, Ryou took Mokuba away from the scene, not wanting his innocent little eyes to be corrupted with such vile filth. Mokuba wasn't to happy about this, though, because he had never seen a bishounen bitch fight before. Still, he did as Ryou said, not only because he was older, therefore suggesting authority, but also it seemed that he had a slight crush on the hikari (yes, I do know that earlier I said that Mokuba wasn't gay, just very little boy-like... I changed my mind). He looked up at Ryou, his large eyes shining in the lamplight.
"Hey, Ryou, um..." Mokuba blushed. He had never professed his love towards anybody before, well, except for that little girl down the street, the other one he had met in the park, the cafeteria lady, school nurse, some girl named Suzie, his brother (O.O) and a few other people. Ryou, being such a smart dude, caught on very quickly.
"I understand how you feel, Mokuba. I feel the same way."
Back to the other room, mostly because I'm not sure at the moment how to carry the other scene over. Malik had Bakura pinned to the ground, but was then shoved off with a kick to the stomach. The spectators of the match, basically everyone except the two contestants and the messed up couple in the other room, sat around eating popcorn and drinking soda. Jounouchi had two bed nights placed on Bakura, and other types of gambling went on over the bout. Kaiba, realizing that his little brother wasn't in the room, went to the other one to check up on him. Then, Kaiba stumbled upon the last thing any big brother would want to see his little brother doing, MAKING OUT WITH RYOU!!! Okay... so maybe it wasn't the LAST thing, but damn close to it. Mokuba's head snapped toward his older brother.
"Big brother I-I can explain!"
Kaiba, finding it impossible to make words audible at the moment, stared dumfounded at them. Had Ryou taken advantage of him? Could it be some type of love predestined in the stars? Had it been planned out? Where had Mokuba learned how to make out? When did he come across such spiffy tongue movements? All of these questions swirled about in Kaiba's head like a flushing toilet, except the crap wasn't going down the hole.
Malik skipped into the room happily. "I won the... what's going on here?" He was puzzled, coming across Kaiba totally spaced out and Ryou and Mokuba holding onto each other in a far-from-just-friends way. Seeing Malik, Mokuba had his argument.
"Big brother, if you can have a boyfriend, then why can't I?"
Kaiba found his words once more. "Because in our family, I am God. You are to obey my commands! Now go to your room!"
"I don't have a room."
"Oh, well... er.. uh... duh... eh... go to the bathroom then!"
Mokuba muttered stuff under his breath as he stomped towards the bathroom door. Kaiba then turned to Ryou.
"And you... what the hell are you thinking?! My brother is WAY too young for you!"
"What can I say? Age doesn't matter when it comes to love."
"Love? You guys have barely even talked to each other, if at all, before we all moved in together, and even when we did, you guys didn't have any interaction until today!"
"... Love has no time limit?"
"Sorry, I'm afraid it usually does."
"... I make good afghans."
Kaiba stood silent. It was true, Ryou DID make good afghans, fantastic, actually. Because of this, Kaiba had no come back to think of (neglecting the fact that afghans have nothing to do with the situation). He just gave a flustered glare and stormed into the other room.
Malik, worried about his sweet potato pie, followed him in hopes of giving some type of condolence. Ryou decided to the same for his little sugar foot, and moseyed on down to the bathroom.
While all this was going on, Bakura, meanwhile, was plotting some new maniacal scheme, as he did everyday when he wasn't busy drawing on the wall. He was running out of options for who to go for; Mokuba not being fascinating enough, Yami's cape thing looking gay, Yugi simply looking gay, Kaiba being old news, Ryou... well that was just wrong, too many people wanted him to end up with the Malik people, and Honda being... Honda. Yep, it was time to repeat the cycle and start hitting on Jounouchi again. Of course, this meant also erasing part of his lovely mural, but it was all worth it until he got bored and decided to move on again. Bakura then concluded that he would take care of the 'stabbing stick Jou' scene by covering it with white out. That way if he lost interest, it would be easier to scrape the white out of instead of drawing the picture over again. He also made a mental note to add a picture of Kaiba falling off of a building.
Everybody finally calmed down, and hustled on in to bed, couch, pillow, carpet, whatever they were sleeping in/on. It seemed that this night was the beginning of a very long, awkward relationship amongst them.
I WAS WRONG. This isn't the most disturbing chapter (even though if it turns out to be, I will be quite unhappy with myself). I was losing ideas for random stuff, and I wanted to get it up fast, so I just ended off kind of bland. I'll try to make an actual messed up chapter, that exceeds all human sanity. If not... damn. Anyway, later y'all.