Chapter 4, yes, but nobody gave me any ideas of what to write! I'm only
updating because I need to start the miniscule plot that this actually has,
and I just saw Lord of the Rings Return of the King! It was so good! You
-have- to go see it! I was so into the movie at the end that I actually
cried!
Anyway, thank you Cettie-girl for reviewing!
Notes: Ok like I said before I -really- don't know what to write! So for now I'm still in Bakura's point of view, but I will be getting out of it later, because this is supposed to become romance -some-time, and it's hard to write romance from one person's point of view for me. And also, I don't really care if they have McDonaldses in Japan or not. Just in case that bugs anyone in this chapter.
Warnings: Tea and cheerleader bashing
Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, and don't own the cheer Bakura says in this chapter. I heard it from my friend (who IS a cheerleader, lol, but for real) and thought it was hilarious, because I think cheerleaders are WAY too preppy. No offense whatsoever to anyone who IS one, I guess I'm just a naturally grumpy person. ^_^;;
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Chapter 4: You Better Watch out, You Better -Not- Cheer
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Christmas shopping. Ha. He might as well have said, 'You have to get me something wether you like it or not, so haul yourself into that mall and swipe something good!'
I'm onto you, Ryou!
However, it seems I'm becoming -way- too much of a pushover, because here I am, in the mall, trying to decide which knife I want.
Hell, why am I wasting time with -this-?! I'll just take them all! Christmas present, check.
What, you didn't actually think I was going to get something for -Ryou-, did you? Heh, well that just makes you ugly, -and- stupid!
AAA! GET AWAY FROM ME! I GIVE, I GIVE! I'LL GET SOMETHING FOR RYOU! HAPPY?!
RA!
Hmph. I don't even know what he -wants-! And no, I am not going to get him a cute little Build-A-Bear! I made a vow long ago that I would -never- enter that store! That stuffing is possessed, I tell you!
How about I get him a sweater? He seems to like those. Or a hairbrush. Or makeup. . . . hee hee hee. . . .
EEEK! OK OK! I -WON'T- GET HIM MAKEUP!
Well what do -you- suggest I get him, huh?! HUH?! WELL?!
That's what I thought!
Wait, what?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Um, no. That goes with a sub-paragraph under the Never-Go-Into-Build-A-Bear law. But I have an idea! It's perfect! I'm a genius!
But you already knew that.
Ok, here's the scoop. I kidnap Yugi, tie him up in a Christmas present, and give him to Ryou!
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Why would Ryou be suspiscious? I wouldn't be stupid enough to put -airholes- in the box!
AAA! NO BUILD-A-BEARS, -NO BUILD-A-BEARS-! Why do you stupid fangirls like that brat, anyway?!
Oh, stuff it, he is -not- cute as all hell!
. . . . . . . . . . Well, maybe a -little- bit. But only 'cause he looks like Yami! Really! STOP LAUGHING AT ME!
Ok, so how about I just try setting them up on a date? . . . . . . . . . .
What do you mean, 'the cheap way out'?! Look, do you fangirls want stupid ol' BlingBling to hurry up and write yaoi between me and Yami already or what?! I sure as hell want her to!
Ok, look, I'll pay for the date. Happy? . . . . . . . .
Hey! McDonalds is a perfectly -fine- gourmet restaurant! The dollar menu is just as good as what we eat all the time at home, anyway!
. . . . . . . . . . WHAT DO YOU MEAN, -THE RITZ-?! DO YOU WANT ME TO LIVE ON THE STREET FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE?! I'M TOO HOT TO BE WASTED LIKE THAT!
Ok, how about. . . . Olive garden? Nah, that's a more summer-y kind of place. Umm. . . . St. Louis Bread Company? Yes, that's a perfect place for a date! Especially during winter! Hmm, remind me to take Yami there sometime. . . .
Okay, so I'm getting Ryou a date with Yugi. Good. Now I have to figure out how to get Yugi to go. Kso, this is going to take Yami's help.
But that's ok. As long as I get to be close to him, it really doesn't matter. All I want to do is be his friend. I really do like him a lot, and that's enough for me. We don't have to do anything if he's not ready.
Ha, December Fool's Day! I'll get close to Yami alright, but I'll be seducing him a soon as possible! Heh heh heh, I can't wait.
But first things first, there's knives to be stolen!
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Okay, so security has improved a bit in all these years. No biggie. All they saw is Ryou's hair. . . and what was apparently him mooning the security cameras. . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . I'm screwed.
This bathroom should be a good enough hiding place for now, though. I can test out my knives!
WHISH!
THUNK!
Watch it there, buddy! Ah well, that was an ugly hat anyway. Hey, this cheap thing won't come out of the wall!
Chikusho!
Uh oh, someone's coming in. And they're . . . .giggling?
My Ra, it's cheerleaders. Led by the one and only (thank the gods) Tea Gardener.
Ok, now I'm -really- screwed.
"Hee hee, this is like so much fun!" Dorkett number 1 said in such a high- pitched valley-girl voice that I swear the mirror just cracked.
"I know!" squealed Twit-rietta. "Going into a guys bathroom at the -mall-?! Tea, you are like, -so- bad!"
Ms. Vain Supreme smiled and giggled. "Like totally!" Then she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me. "Bakura?" she gasped. "Oh my god! You won't tell, will you?" All 5 of the girls suddenly froze and stared at me with big puppy eyes.
Oh, barf.
I smile evilly. "Who's gonna stop me?"
They all burst into tears simultaneously.
"No!"
"You -wouldn't-!"
"Friends don't do that to each other!"
"Like, you are such a meanie!"
"Totally!"
"AAARGH!" FIRST BUILD-A-BEARS, NOW CHEERLEADERS! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO -YOU- ?!
You know, besides all that other evil stuff.
. . . . . . . . . I think I just cracked.
"You guys drive me nuts!" I scream at them. "Like totally! For sure! Look, I got a manicure! Oh no! I swear! The sun has bleached my perfect hair! Twenty-one! Twenty-four! How should -I- know the stupid score? Rah rah! Fight fight! Gee, I hope I look alright!"
. . . . . . . I'm done now.
They stare blankly at me. It felt good to get that off my chest. I think it's time to go.
I hightailed it out of there as fast as I can; I was starting to smell of the sweet pea lotion that they reeked of. [A/N I -love- sweet pea, though!]
Ok, now I have to go home and call Yami. And it's still snowing. Just great.
When I get home, I stop dead in my tracks. The house is covered with colored -lights-! AAA! I run inside and find the stupid tree fancied up with the same things! Only it has glass orbs on it too! And there are the promised stockings on the fireplace!
I put my head in my hands.
Ryou, Ryou, Ryou. . . . . . .
$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%
TBC?
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Ok you need to tell me if this is good or if I should just give up now. If you actually read this, please review, even if it's only a 'this sucks' or an 'update soon'. What I'm thinking of doing is just wrapping this up in one more -long- chapter, and when I say long I mean -long-, and I will post it Christmas day. If I get no reviews I'll just drop the story probably. If I do post the next chapter, it could possibly be under Romance, so keep an eye out for it there. Ok, well, maybe see you later, and I hope my writing while -out- of Bakura's point of view will be better. Ja!
Anyway, thank you Cettie-girl for reviewing!
Notes: Ok like I said before I -really- don't know what to write! So for now I'm still in Bakura's point of view, but I will be getting out of it later, because this is supposed to become romance -some-time, and it's hard to write romance from one person's point of view for me. And also, I don't really care if they have McDonaldses in Japan or not. Just in case that bugs anyone in this chapter.
Warnings: Tea and cheerleader bashing
Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, and don't own the cheer Bakura says in this chapter. I heard it from my friend (who IS a cheerleader, lol, but for real) and thought it was hilarious, because I think cheerleaders are WAY too preppy. No offense whatsoever to anyone who IS one, I guess I'm just a naturally grumpy person. ^_^;;
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Chapter 4: You Better Watch out, You Better -Not- Cheer
~!@#$%^&*~!@#$%^&*~!@#$%^&*
Christmas shopping. Ha. He might as well have said, 'You have to get me something wether you like it or not, so haul yourself into that mall and swipe something good!'
I'm onto you, Ryou!
However, it seems I'm becoming -way- too much of a pushover, because here I am, in the mall, trying to decide which knife I want.
Hell, why am I wasting time with -this-?! I'll just take them all! Christmas present, check.
What, you didn't actually think I was going to get something for -Ryou-, did you? Heh, well that just makes you ugly, -and- stupid!
AAA! GET AWAY FROM ME! I GIVE, I GIVE! I'LL GET SOMETHING FOR RYOU! HAPPY?!
RA!
Hmph. I don't even know what he -wants-! And no, I am not going to get him a cute little Build-A-Bear! I made a vow long ago that I would -never- enter that store! That stuffing is possessed, I tell you!
How about I get him a sweater? He seems to like those. Or a hairbrush. Or makeup. . . . hee hee hee. . . .
EEEK! OK OK! I -WON'T- GET HIM MAKEUP!
Well what do -you- suggest I get him, huh?! HUH?! WELL?!
That's what I thought!
Wait, what?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Um, no. That goes with a sub-paragraph under the Never-Go-Into-Build-A-Bear law. But I have an idea! It's perfect! I'm a genius!
But you already knew that.
Ok, here's the scoop. I kidnap Yugi, tie him up in a Christmas present, and give him to Ryou!
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Why would Ryou be suspiscious? I wouldn't be stupid enough to put -airholes- in the box!
AAA! NO BUILD-A-BEARS, -NO BUILD-A-BEARS-! Why do you stupid fangirls like that brat, anyway?!
Oh, stuff it, he is -not- cute as all hell!
. . . . . . . . . . Well, maybe a -little- bit. But only 'cause he looks like Yami! Really! STOP LAUGHING AT ME!
Ok, so how about I just try setting them up on a date? . . . . . . . . . .
What do you mean, 'the cheap way out'?! Look, do you fangirls want stupid ol' BlingBling to hurry up and write yaoi between me and Yami already or what?! I sure as hell want her to!
Ok, look, I'll pay for the date. Happy? . . . . . . . .
Hey! McDonalds is a perfectly -fine- gourmet restaurant! The dollar menu is just as good as what we eat all the time at home, anyway!
. . . . . . . . . . WHAT DO YOU MEAN, -THE RITZ-?! DO YOU WANT ME TO LIVE ON THE STREET FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE?! I'M TOO HOT TO BE WASTED LIKE THAT!
Ok, how about. . . . Olive garden? Nah, that's a more summer-y kind of place. Umm. . . . St. Louis Bread Company? Yes, that's a perfect place for a date! Especially during winter! Hmm, remind me to take Yami there sometime. . . .
Okay, so I'm getting Ryou a date with Yugi. Good. Now I have to figure out how to get Yugi to go. Kso, this is going to take Yami's help.
But that's ok. As long as I get to be close to him, it really doesn't matter. All I want to do is be his friend. I really do like him a lot, and that's enough for me. We don't have to do anything if he's not ready.
Ha, December Fool's Day! I'll get close to Yami alright, but I'll be seducing him a soon as possible! Heh heh heh, I can't wait.
But first things first, there's knives to be stolen!
@&@&@&@&@&@&@&@&@&@
Okay, so security has improved a bit in all these years. No biggie. All they saw is Ryou's hair. . . and what was apparently him mooning the security cameras. . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . I'm screwed.
This bathroom should be a good enough hiding place for now, though. I can test out my knives!
WHISH!
THUNK!
Watch it there, buddy! Ah well, that was an ugly hat anyway. Hey, this cheap thing won't come out of the wall!
Chikusho!
Uh oh, someone's coming in. And they're . . . .giggling?
My Ra, it's cheerleaders. Led by the one and only (thank the gods) Tea Gardener.
Ok, now I'm -really- screwed.
"Hee hee, this is like so much fun!" Dorkett number 1 said in such a high- pitched valley-girl voice that I swear the mirror just cracked.
"I know!" squealed Twit-rietta. "Going into a guys bathroom at the -mall-?! Tea, you are like, -so- bad!"
Ms. Vain Supreme smiled and giggled. "Like totally!" Then she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me. "Bakura?" she gasped. "Oh my god! You won't tell, will you?" All 5 of the girls suddenly froze and stared at me with big puppy eyes.
Oh, barf.
I smile evilly. "Who's gonna stop me?"
They all burst into tears simultaneously.
"No!"
"You -wouldn't-!"
"Friends don't do that to each other!"
"Like, you are such a meanie!"
"Totally!"
"AAARGH!" FIRST BUILD-A-BEARS, NOW CHEERLEADERS! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO -YOU- ?!
You know, besides all that other evil stuff.
. . . . . . . . . I think I just cracked.
"You guys drive me nuts!" I scream at them. "Like totally! For sure! Look, I got a manicure! Oh no! I swear! The sun has bleached my perfect hair! Twenty-one! Twenty-four! How should -I- know the stupid score? Rah rah! Fight fight! Gee, I hope I look alright!"
. . . . . . . I'm done now.
They stare blankly at me. It felt good to get that off my chest. I think it's time to go.
I hightailed it out of there as fast as I can; I was starting to smell of the sweet pea lotion that they reeked of. [A/N I -love- sweet pea, though!]
Ok, now I have to go home and call Yami. And it's still snowing. Just great.
When I get home, I stop dead in my tracks. The house is covered with colored -lights-! AAA! I run inside and find the stupid tree fancied up with the same things! Only it has glass orbs on it too! And there are the promised stockings on the fireplace!
I put my head in my hands.
Ryou, Ryou, Ryou. . . . . . .
$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%
TBC?
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Ok you need to tell me if this is good or if I should just give up now. If you actually read this, please review, even if it's only a 'this sucks' or an 'update soon'. What I'm thinking of doing is just wrapping this up in one more -long- chapter, and when I say long I mean -long-, and I will post it Christmas day. If I get no reviews I'll just drop the story probably. If I do post the next chapter, it could possibly be under Romance, so keep an eye out for it there. Ok, well, maybe see you later, and I hope my writing while -out- of Bakura's point of view will be better. Ja!