Dias: I love my life!
Dark Dias: I thought you hated it just a few minutes ago.
Dias: That's exactly it. I have very high mood swings.
Dark Dias: Whatever.
Dias: You know what? You have high mood swings as well. But not as high as me.
Dark Dias: You know something else? I don't care!!!
Dias: Fine be that way. Here's the chappie!! Sorry it's, like, really late.
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Marik stopped a mere two feet from the car. Cackling insanely, he stepped on the gas while on the brake as well. The truck roared and snorted. The corvette's door swung open and a tall man stepped out.
"What the hell? Are you insane? Why in hell are you trying to accomplish by destroying my car?!" the figure screamed at Marik, taking off his sunglasses. A pair of icy blue eyes shot through Yami's head.
/Shit, it's Kaiba./ he said mentally.
//That should make things a bit more interesting; don't you think? How'd you know it was him? We've never seen him before.// Marik replied, adding a question. Yami had to think fast.
/I saw his picture in a magazine. He's pretty popular you know. Once you see his eyes, you never forget them./ he stated back as fast as he could think of an excuse. Luckily, Marik believed it.
Seto Kaiba had stormed up to the window of the truck as Yami and Marik shared a conversation between themselves.
"Do I get an answer!?" he yelled into Marik's ear, waking Isis up. She had fallen asleep again after Marik made his get-away from the cops.
"Kaiba? What are you doing here?" Isis asked. Her eyes glazed over as she fell asleep again. Both Seto and Marik stared in disbelief.
"Say, aren't you that flashy CEO billionaire?" Marik stated, trying to stall for time.
"Huh, Oh ya, I am. What's it to you?" Seto retorted. "If you plan on trying to flatter me, it won't work."
"Flattery is a girl's sport. Besides, you suck like crap," Marik snapped back. Seto's eyes flared with the fire of hatred. His arms unraveled from his chest, where they had been twisted to give him that stuck up look. They lowered to his side and started to shake.
/Oh, great going. Now he's pissed off. Can't you do anything right Marik?/ Yami sneered. He could feel Marik grinding his teeth at that statement.
//Haven't I told you, I'm just not 'right'? I'm left. Besides, after all this driving a fight would really loosen me up.// he said after a few moments of time. Yami's eyes grew wide and obviously Malik noticed.
"I'll probably be sorry I asked, but what exactly is he planning to do?" Malik inquired. Yami turned his dinner plate stare Malik's way.
"He's going to fight. Says it'll loosen him up," Yami whispered.
"I'm sorry I asked."
The truck door slowly opened and Marik gracefully slide from the cab. Just to miss the running board and fall flat on his face in front of Seto.
"Bowing to me won't work either. If I didn't know that lady in the truck with you, whom you've obviously kidnapped, I'd sue you right now," Seto hissed. Marik was on his feet and at Seto's throat in a matter of seconds.
"I don't bow to anyone, especially not the likes of you," Marik hissed back. Malik watched and, not wanting his yami to get hurt, interfered.
"Please stop it. I don't want anyone getting hurt."
Marik dropped Seto and both stared at who they believed to be Yami. Seto's eyes pierced Malik's as he begged them to stop.
"You're not Yami. And he," he said gesturing to Malik's body, "Isn't Malik."
Marik stared at them both harder, then noticed the difference. He stared into both of their eyes.
"It's their eyes. Now, both you, tell me what the hell is going on or you'll both be taking a visit to a lovely place called the shadow realm. Don't even try to give me the bullshit that they're contacts either," Marik hissed. Both Malik and Yami gulped.
"Well um, you see, um...," Yami started.
"Yes, and we, um, we kinda...," said Malik at the same time. "Oh, shit. I can't do this. Yami, you tell them." To the other two boys standing beside the truck this looked very very very silly.
"I don't mean to interrupt, but which one of you is Yami and which one is Malik?" Seto asked, confusion mixed with his voice. The one he though was Malik spoke first.
"I'm Yami. It would seem that at the exact same moment in time, both Malik and myself were knocked unconscious, causing our minds to switch bodies. Why? I have no idea. How? Also no idea," he explained, drawing some very peculiar faces from Seto, Marik, Malik and Isis.
"So how the heck do we get switched back? I mean, I don't want to stay in this body forever. It's uncomfortable," Malik whined. Yami snorted.
"You think mine is uncomfortable!? These armband thingies and the wrist thingies are very annoying."
"I don't see you can stand a collar around your neck."
"And how the hell can you wear such loose clothing!?"
"Well at least I don't wear leather like some lowtown slut!"
It was quite a funny sight. To the watchers it looked as if each teen was insulting his own body. At the moment both had their backs to each other.
"And here I was, thinking only girls could fight like that. How wrong I was," Seto murmured. The strangers that walked by then had quite a story to talk about at dinner.
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Dias: I'm so sorry it's so late. School has just settled down, I'm piled with homework and I've found out I have a witch for a teacher. What a lovely year this is going to be.
Dark Dias: You know what? As long as you keep typing the story, the readers don't care about your social or school life.
Dias: I swear, she's a witch! Or a machine driver. I should be doing homework right now instead of typing, but science can go to hell. I'm sick of it.
Dark Dias: You're beginning to sound like me.
Dias: I don't give a damn.
Dark Dias: Wow. I think we're experiencing a character change.
Dias: Try guessing PMS. If you're a girl, you know what I mean. If you're a guy, go ask a girl how it feels. But don't blame me if she slaps you. You're the one who was stupid enough to ask. So, until I feel like typing again, Ja!
Dark Dias: I thought you hated it just a few minutes ago.
Dias: That's exactly it. I have very high mood swings.
Dark Dias: Whatever.
Dias: You know what? You have high mood swings as well. But not as high as me.
Dark Dias: You know something else? I don't care!!!
Dias: Fine be that way. Here's the chappie!! Sorry it's, like, really late.
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Marik stopped a mere two feet from the car. Cackling insanely, he stepped on the gas while on the brake as well. The truck roared and snorted. The corvette's door swung open and a tall man stepped out.
"What the hell? Are you insane? Why in hell are you trying to accomplish by destroying my car?!" the figure screamed at Marik, taking off his sunglasses. A pair of icy blue eyes shot through Yami's head.
/Shit, it's Kaiba./ he said mentally.
//That should make things a bit more interesting; don't you think? How'd you know it was him? We've never seen him before.// Marik replied, adding a question. Yami had to think fast.
/I saw his picture in a magazine. He's pretty popular you know. Once you see his eyes, you never forget them./ he stated back as fast as he could think of an excuse. Luckily, Marik believed it.
Seto Kaiba had stormed up to the window of the truck as Yami and Marik shared a conversation between themselves.
"Do I get an answer!?" he yelled into Marik's ear, waking Isis up. She had fallen asleep again after Marik made his get-away from the cops.
"Kaiba? What are you doing here?" Isis asked. Her eyes glazed over as she fell asleep again. Both Seto and Marik stared in disbelief.
"Say, aren't you that flashy CEO billionaire?" Marik stated, trying to stall for time.
"Huh, Oh ya, I am. What's it to you?" Seto retorted. "If you plan on trying to flatter me, it won't work."
"Flattery is a girl's sport. Besides, you suck like crap," Marik snapped back. Seto's eyes flared with the fire of hatred. His arms unraveled from his chest, where they had been twisted to give him that stuck up look. They lowered to his side and started to shake.
/Oh, great going. Now he's pissed off. Can't you do anything right Marik?/ Yami sneered. He could feel Marik grinding his teeth at that statement.
//Haven't I told you, I'm just not 'right'? I'm left. Besides, after all this driving a fight would really loosen me up.// he said after a few moments of time. Yami's eyes grew wide and obviously Malik noticed.
"I'll probably be sorry I asked, but what exactly is he planning to do?" Malik inquired. Yami turned his dinner plate stare Malik's way.
"He's going to fight. Says it'll loosen him up," Yami whispered.
"I'm sorry I asked."
The truck door slowly opened and Marik gracefully slide from the cab. Just to miss the running board and fall flat on his face in front of Seto.
"Bowing to me won't work either. If I didn't know that lady in the truck with you, whom you've obviously kidnapped, I'd sue you right now," Seto hissed. Marik was on his feet and at Seto's throat in a matter of seconds.
"I don't bow to anyone, especially not the likes of you," Marik hissed back. Malik watched and, not wanting his yami to get hurt, interfered.
"Please stop it. I don't want anyone getting hurt."
Marik dropped Seto and both stared at who they believed to be Yami. Seto's eyes pierced Malik's as he begged them to stop.
"You're not Yami. And he," he said gesturing to Malik's body, "Isn't Malik."
Marik stared at them both harder, then noticed the difference. He stared into both of their eyes.
"It's their eyes. Now, both you, tell me what the hell is going on or you'll both be taking a visit to a lovely place called the shadow realm. Don't even try to give me the bullshit that they're contacts either," Marik hissed. Both Malik and Yami gulped.
"Well um, you see, um...," Yami started.
"Yes, and we, um, we kinda...," said Malik at the same time. "Oh, shit. I can't do this. Yami, you tell them." To the other two boys standing beside the truck this looked very very very silly.
"I don't mean to interrupt, but which one of you is Yami and which one is Malik?" Seto asked, confusion mixed with his voice. The one he though was Malik spoke first.
"I'm Yami. It would seem that at the exact same moment in time, both Malik and myself were knocked unconscious, causing our minds to switch bodies. Why? I have no idea. How? Also no idea," he explained, drawing some very peculiar faces from Seto, Marik, Malik and Isis.
"So how the heck do we get switched back? I mean, I don't want to stay in this body forever. It's uncomfortable," Malik whined. Yami snorted.
"You think mine is uncomfortable!? These armband thingies and the wrist thingies are very annoying."
"I don't see you can stand a collar around your neck."
"And how the hell can you wear such loose clothing!?"
"Well at least I don't wear leather like some lowtown slut!"
It was quite a funny sight. To the watchers it looked as if each teen was insulting his own body. At the moment both had their backs to each other.
"And here I was, thinking only girls could fight like that. How wrong I was," Seto murmured. The strangers that walked by then had quite a story to talk about at dinner.
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Dias: I'm so sorry it's so late. School has just settled down, I'm piled with homework and I've found out I have a witch for a teacher. What a lovely year this is going to be.
Dark Dias: You know what? As long as you keep typing the story, the readers don't care about your social or school life.
Dias: I swear, she's a witch! Or a machine driver. I should be doing homework right now instead of typing, but science can go to hell. I'm sick of it.
Dark Dias: You're beginning to sound like me.
Dias: I don't give a damn.
Dark Dias: Wow. I think we're experiencing a character change.
Dias: Try guessing PMS. If you're a girl, you know what I mean. If you're a guy, go ask a girl how it feels. But don't blame me if she slaps you. You're the one who was stupid enough to ask. So, until I feel like typing again, Ja!