SugarFang: Heyo everyone! This is the first fanfic I've written in several
months so please bear with me ^^;;
Disclaimer: SugarFang doesn't own YuGiOh.
~*~*~*~*~*~Pharoh Training~*~*~*~*~*~
Yugi looked at his watch, 3:25. Perfect timing. Yami wanted him home by 3:30 to 'talk about something'. At first Yugi thought it sounded suspicious, but now he figured Yami wanted to talk about signing up for a duel monsters tournement or maybe go out to the movies with Bakura and his Hikari.
"Yami!" Yugi said surprised, when he saw him waiting on the steps of his grandfathers gaming store, normally Yami was inside watching the television- his newfound love.
"Hey Yugi." Yami smiled at the young boy, as he wrapped his arms around him.
"What did you want to talk about Yami?' Yugi asked tilting his head cutely to the side.
"Oh, well... maybe we should go inside to talk about..that." Yami said nervously, with shifty eyes. Yugi looked at him curiously but followed Yami inside.
"Well Yami? What is it?" Yugi asked looking at him confused.
"Yugi.. I think it'd be best if you dropped out of high school." Yami said, leafing threw a notebook he had brought with him.
"Err.. What do you mean?!?" Yugi gave Yami a look that clearly said, 'what the hell do you think your talking about?'
"Yugi, I think it would be best if you started your Pharoh training this week. You are 16 now." Yami smiled at the young boy, proudly- expecting Yugi to be happy. "Yami are you out of your mind?! There arn't pharohs nowadays! Well at least I don't think so, but still." Yugi squeeked as he stood up.
"Yugi calm down, I've done some research this time. I hear there's someone called a 'president' in these times. I could train you to become a pharoh very well! Think about it rationally!" Yami said calmly, looking at Yugi. Yugi stomped his foot,
"Yami, you don't understand! I'm not even old enough to become a phar- I mean president!"
"That doesn't matter! We must begin your training at once!"
"Yami...You don't know anything about politics!" Yami snorted and looked at Yugi as though he was insane.
"Politics? Yugi you must be confused, I want you to become pharoh-"
"President." Yugi corrected.
"Whatever, trust me, if presidents are like pharohs, I can teach you everything you need to know." Yami said reassuringly.
"Yami, presidents and pharohs are totally diffrent!" Yugi yelled.
"Yugi, this conversation is closed. You are going to become a wonderfull pharoh-"
"PRESIDENT."
"A wonderfull PRESIDENT under my teachings. And that is that! There is nothing more to be said!" With that, Yami turned and walked out of the room. Yugi watched him leave, stunned. Surely Yami wasn't serious. Unfortunantly, Yugi had no idea just how serious Yami really was.
~*~*~*~*~*~The Training of a Tomb Robber~*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou sat at the dinner table, smiling to himself. Bakura had changed so much from last year. In fact today, Bakura had offered to not only cook dinner- but to help Ryou with the chores. Ryou's mood had sky rocketed once Bakura had told him. His Yami was becoming a better person, thanks to him! In fact, Bakura said he wanted to talk to Ryou over dinner. Ryou was sure Bakura wanted to thank him for helping him repent for his evil deeds.
Ryou's thoughts were interupted by Bakura's egyptian cursing that was coming from the kitchen. Ryou sighed, Bakura might not be a good cook, but if this meant Bakura was becoming a normal person, he could put up with the horrible food. It's the thought that counts anyways, right?
"Bakura," Ryou said, sticking his head into the kitchen.
"Yes Ryou?" Bakura said gritting his teeth as he tried very hard to resist kicking the oven.
"Do you want me to help you cook?" Ryou offered. A mist of grey smoke rose from the oven.
"NO-RYOU-I-AM-FINE." Bakura said while twitching nervously. Ryou sighed, Bakura was so stubburn. I guess this means I'll be eating burnt chicken again tonight Ryou thought to himself sadly.
"Ryou, you may want to uhh get a book or watch tv for a while.." Bakura's voice called out apolgetically, but it was soon followed by more cursing.
"$^%* CHICKEN! @#*& YOU!" Bakura's voice roared, soon after a loud THUNK was heard and more smoke erupted from the oven. Ryou winced. He'd be needing a new oven after this. He turned on the tv and sat down on the couch. Nothing good was on. Only a few gameshows and some football games. Bakura encouraged him to watch football. He claimed it was a very violent sport, and therefore he supported it. Ryou laughed at that, leaving Bakura bewildered as too why his Hikari thought what he said was humerous. After watching football for half an hour, Bakura's voice called out.
"Ryou! It's ready!" Ryou grimaced. Time to face the evil burnt chicken. He was shocked to find that instead of burnt chicken, a delicious chinese meal was waiting for him.
"I didn't cook it." Bakura explained, "I ordered it." Ryou shrugged, eating good food was enough for him.
Bakura and him ate silently for only a few moments before Ryou spoke.
"So what did you want to talk about Bakura?" He asked turning to face his Yami. Bakura grinned.
"Oh that, well it's big news." He said cheerfully. Ryou looked over at him, here it came, the big thank you. This was the day Bakura would thank him for all his hard work.
"You see, I told the school your going to be dropping out. That way we can spend more time working on your Tomb Robber training." Bakura smiled at him. Which was strange, Bakura doesn't smile. He smirks, or grins.
"....WHAT?" Ryou cried nearly choking on a peice of seaseme chicken.
"I knew you'd be excited Ryou! Your always saying how we should spend more time together!" Bakura exclaimed happily.
"But..But..Bakura!" Ryou stuttered.
"I'll teach you all about robbing tombs and pharohs. I'm so proud! My hikari's going to be a Tomb Robber. What a marvolous day it is! We must celebrate!" Bakura cheered as he pulled out a bottle of sake and began pouring him and Ryou drinks.
Ryou however, didn't feel very good. THUD.
"Ryou? Ryou? Are you okay Ryou?" Bakura looked down at Ryou.
"Why he's so happy he fainted!" Bakura let out yet another cheer and dragged Ryou's body off into the basement so that they could begin their training at once.
END OF CHAPTER
SugarFang: Well now.. that turned out somewhat better then I had thought it would. I hope you guys liked it ^.^ I'd also appreciate it if you would reveiw if you had the time.
AuraFang: *Peace sign* The next chapter will be finished soon, we promise!
SugarFang: ^_^; Yeah.
AuraFang: BTW please vote on our poll.
Who else should be added?
Tristan teaching Duke how to be tough
Mai teaching Tea how to be popular
Seto trying to teach Mokuba how to duel.
Mokuba trying to teach Seto how have fun
Yami Malik trying to teach Malik how to be evil
No one else should be added
Disclaimer: SugarFang doesn't own YuGiOh.
~*~*~*~*~*~Pharoh Training~*~*~*~*~*~
Yugi looked at his watch, 3:25. Perfect timing. Yami wanted him home by 3:30 to 'talk about something'. At first Yugi thought it sounded suspicious, but now he figured Yami wanted to talk about signing up for a duel monsters tournement or maybe go out to the movies with Bakura and his Hikari.
"Yami!" Yugi said surprised, when he saw him waiting on the steps of his grandfathers gaming store, normally Yami was inside watching the television- his newfound love.
"Hey Yugi." Yami smiled at the young boy, as he wrapped his arms around him.
"What did you want to talk about Yami?' Yugi asked tilting his head cutely to the side.
"Oh, well... maybe we should go inside to talk about..that." Yami said nervously, with shifty eyes. Yugi looked at him curiously but followed Yami inside.
"Well Yami? What is it?" Yugi asked looking at him confused.
"Yugi.. I think it'd be best if you dropped out of high school." Yami said, leafing threw a notebook he had brought with him.
"Err.. What do you mean?!?" Yugi gave Yami a look that clearly said, 'what the hell do you think your talking about?'
"Yugi, I think it would be best if you started your Pharoh training this week. You are 16 now." Yami smiled at the young boy, proudly- expecting Yugi to be happy. "Yami are you out of your mind?! There arn't pharohs nowadays! Well at least I don't think so, but still." Yugi squeeked as he stood up.
"Yugi calm down, I've done some research this time. I hear there's someone called a 'president' in these times. I could train you to become a pharoh very well! Think about it rationally!" Yami said calmly, looking at Yugi. Yugi stomped his foot,
"Yami, you don't understand! I'm not even old enough to become a phar- I mean president!"
"That doesn't matter! We must begin your training at once!"
"Yami...You don't know anything about politics!" Yami snorted and looked at Yugi as though he was insane.
"Politics? Yugi you must be confused, I want you to become pharoh-"
"President." Yugi corrected.
"Whatever, trust me, if presidents are like pharohs, I can teach you everything you need to know." Yami said reassuringly.
"Yami, presidents and pharohs are totally diffrent!" Yugi yelled.
"Yugi, this conversation is closed. You are going to become a wonderfull pharoh-"
"PRESIDENT."
"A wonderfull PRESIDENT under my teachings. And that is that! There is nothing more to be said!" With that, Yami turned and walked out of the room. Yugi watched him leave, stunned. Surely Yami wasn't serious. Unfortunantly, Yugi had no idea just how serious Yami really was.
~*~*~*~*~*~The Training of a Tomb Robber~*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou sat at the dinner table, smiling to himself. Bakura had changed so much from last year. In fact today, Bakura had offered to not only cook dinner- but to help Ryou with the chores. Ryou's mood had sky rocketed once Bakura had told him. His Yami was becoming a better person, thanks to him! In fact, Bakura said he wanted to talk to Ryou over dinner. Ryou was sure Bakura wanted to thank him for helping him repent for his evil deeds.
Ryou's thoughts were interupted by Bakura's egyptian cursing that was coming from the kitchen. Ryou sighed, Bakura might not be a good cook, but if this meant Bakura was becoming a normal person, he could put up with the horrible food. It's the thought that counts anyways, right?
"Bakura," Ryou said, sticking his head into the kitchen.
"Yes Ryou?" Bakura said gritting his teeth as he tried very hard to resist kicking the oven.
"Do you want me to help you cook?" Ryou offered. A mist of grey smoke rose from the oven.
"NO-RYOU-I-AM-FINE." Bakura said while twitching nervously. Ryou sighed, Bakura was so stubburn. I guess this means I'll be eating burnt chicken again tonight Ryou thought to himself sadly.
"Ryou, you may want to uhh get a book or watch tv for a while.." Bakura's voice called out apolgetically, but it was soon followed by more cursing.
"$^%* CHICKEN! @#*& YOU!" Bakura's voice roared, soon after a loud THUNK was heard and more smoke erupted from the oven. Ryou winced. He'd be needing a new oven after this. He turned on the tv and sat down on the couch. Nothing good was on. Only a few gameshows and some football games. Bakura encouraged him to watch football. He claimed it was a very violent sport, and therefore he supported it. Ryou laughed at that, leaving Bakura bewildered as too why his Hikari thought what he said was humerous. After watching football for half an hour, Bakura's voice called out.
"Ryou! It's ready!" Ryou grimaced. Time to face the evil burnt chicken. He was shocked to find that instead of burnt chicken, a delicious chinese meal was waiting for him.
"I didn't cook it." Bakura explained, "I ordered it." Ryou shrugged, eating good food was enough for him.
Bakura and him ate silently for only a few moments before Ryou spoke.
"So what did you want to talk about Bakura?" He asked turning to face his Yami. Bakura grinned.
"Oh that, well it's big news." He said cheerfully. Ryou looked over at him, here it came, the big thank you. This was the day Bakura would thank him for all his hard work.
"You see, I told the school your going to be dropping out. That way we can spend more time working on your Tomb Robber training." Bakura smiled at him. Which was strange, Bakura doesn't smile. He smirks, or grins.
"....WHAT?" Ryou cried nearly choking on a peice of seaseme chicken.
"I knew you'd be excited Ryou! Your always saying how we should spend more time together!" Bakura exclaimed happily.
"But..But..Bakura!" Ryou stuttered.
"I'll teach you all about robbing tombs and pharohs. I'm so proud! My hikari's going to be a Tomb Robber. What a marvolous day it is! We must celebrate!" Bakura cheered as he pulled out a bottle of sake and began pouring him and Ryou drinks.
Ryou however, didn't feel very good. THUD.
"Ryou? Ryou? Are you okay Ryou?" Bakura looked down at Ryou.
"Why he's so happy he fainted!" Bakura let out yet another cheer and dragged Ryou's body off into the basement so that they could begin their training at once.
END OF CHAPTER
SugarFang: Well now.. that turned out somewhat better then I had thought it would. I hope you guys liked it ^.^ I'd also appreciate it if you would reveiw if you had the time.
AuraFang: *Peace sign* The next chapter will be finished soon, we promise!
SugarFang: ^_^; Yeah.
AuraFang: BTW please vote on our poll.
Who else should be added?
Tristan teaching Duke how to be tough
Mai teaching Tea how to be popular
Seto trying to teach Mokuba how to duel.
Mokuba trying to teach Seto how have fun
Yami Malik trying to teach Malik how to be evil
No one else should be added