Er... I think I should put in a warning for this.
CHAPTER WARNING: No sex, but heavy petting. Pretty graphic. Don't read if it's not your cup of tea. There's plenty other fics out there if you don't like it. But seeing that you've all been put thru a 3-chapter-long sex scene I don't see how this will affect you much. Oh well. Just be warned. =P
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Title: Kiss Me Quickly.
Summary: Tea (Anzu) and Yami Yugi rediscover a lost passion. Events based loosely on episode 53, 'Dance Battle of Flame' where Yugi Muto gets concerned about his Other Self and sets the Other up for a date with Tea.
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The two walked leisurely, strolling hand in hand as they made their way to the bit of parkland overlooking the coast, but although they stopped to kiss every now and then, the further they travelled from the busy streets and into the park, the less disgusted stares they received from passers-by. It seemed that pedestrians here were used to such public displays of affection. They probably saw couples making out here every other day. They did get a couple of curious stares though, and neither Yami not Tea could find it in their hearts to blame them. It wasn't every day that they came across a kid dressed to kill in black leather and metal chains sporting such flaming red hair, going out with a girl who might very well be demureness personified. That she was taller than he did not help the situation, and both of them were well aware of what an odd couple they must seem.
As soon as they reached the end of the path, Tea leaned against the railing separating them from the waters below and yawned lazily. "That was so fun!" she laughed, referring to her dance battle. "I mean, it was just for fun of course, but it sure helped me regain my confidence in myself!"
"Confidence?" Yami looked at her incredulously.
"Yeah. Confidence in myself and in my dreams. It feels good, Yami, doesn't it?"
"Oh, you mean winning? Yeah, well, I guess that is a bit of an ego booster."
Tea pouted. "Well of course you don't understand, Mr-I'm-So-Good-I-Beat- Pegasus-Hands-Down. You *never* loose," she said sarcastically, but was sorry when Yami's eyes clouded over. Turning away from her, Yami leaned heavily against the railing, staring out to sea.
"Yami?" she said hesitantly. He didn't respond, and she didn't know whether to push it. She shifted uncomfortably. "Yami?" she said again, more softly this time, and brushed his arm lightly. Yami looked up. "What's wrong, Yami?" she whispered sadly. "Was it something I said?"
Yami shrugged and looked away again. "No, it's nothing, Tea," he said. He smiled reassuringly and gave her hand a quick squeeze.
"What is it, Yami? What's troubling you?"
"I don't know," he said simply. "I don't know if I never lost before, and who it was I must have lost to. I don't remember, Tea. I don't remember *anything*," he said. "I must have lost, though," he continued. "I wouldn't *be* here if I hadn't."
"Yami--"
"No, don't," he said. "Don't, Tea. Just...don't. I don't *want* to remember. I don't *have* to remember. I don't need it."
"Yami, everybody needs something..."
"And I do have something. I have Yugi, and Yugi has me... only now I might have gone and ruined everything," he said sadly. "He likes you, Tea. He's liked you a long time now."
Tea sat down, stunned on a nearby park bench. "Oh," she said. "Oh."
"Yes, 'oh'." Yami said, smiling bitterly. "I hardly know what to think!" He sat down beside her and pulled her into his lap, then ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her.
"What *do* you think?" she asked quietly. Yami shrugged. "Do *you* like me?" Yami shrugged again, and this time Tea felt like crying with frustration. Yami caught her look and lost his temper.
"Look, I don't *know*, okay!" he said, rising angrily to his feet. "I don't know. Are you happy now? I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. There. Do you have your answer? I don't know. Simple as that."
"You don't know if you like me?" she cried, also jumping to her feet. She felt the first warnings of tears rise to choke her. "Bastard!!!!"
"Look, shut up, okay. Just shut up," he said warningly. He turned his back to her and pulled at his hair in frustration. "I just *don't* *know*!!!" And with that, he sank limply back into the bench, his anger now spent.
"I don't know, Tea," he whispered. "I don't know anything. I don't even know who I am. I'm such a coward. I don't know anything about myself, and yet I'm too afraid to find out. What's the use of winning if you don't know who you are? What's the use of anything at all?"
"Then find out," she said curtly, still smarting form his previous words.
But Yami shook his head. "I don't want to. What if I really *do* find out?"
"And what's so bad about that?"
"I don't know. But I don't think I'd like it if I do. Tea, I don't think I'll be able to stay."
"What makes you think so?"
"I don't know. I just do. It's like, a feeling, you know. But I don't want to leave. I like it here. And Yugi needs me. We need each other, like, and I don't want to ever have to be parted. I don't want to have to go away."
"Is that what you're afraid of?" she asked. Yami nodded, and immediately, Tea felt her own hurt melt away. She came over and draped her arms around him. "I don't want you to go either," she said and Yami smiled his thanks. He sighed deeply, once then rose to kiss her. It felt so good that Tea willed her mind to blank. All she wanted was to feel him, hot against her as he enveloped her senses. She felt her knees tremble and threaten to give way, and she sat down hard. Yami looked down at her in amazement.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Reaching out, she grabbed him by the waist and pulled him down to her. Yami laughed aloud.
"So that's what's wrong," he grinned smugly, sitting beside her on the backless bench. Lightly guiding her by the shoulders, he turned her around so that her back was towards him, then shifted such that he was straddling the bench and indicated that she should do the same. Tea followed his example obediently.
Now that she sat in front of him, Yami wound his arms around her waist and pulled her closer until their bodies were pressed firmly against each other. When Tea lolled her head back for a kiss, Yami willingly obliged, but he held her firmly in place when she struggled to find a more comfortable position; the park bench was wide and it's rough sides pressed painfully against the insides of her thighs.
"Sssh," he whispered into her ear. "Sssh, relax," he crooned. Leaning back a little, he slid the pink jacket from her shoulders and draped carefully it around her front, and Tea finally saw what he had intended all along. She grinned.
Yami snaked his hands beneath her sweater, and under the cover provided by the garment, proceeded to unfasten her shorts. Tea bit back a moan as his fingers found the soft strands of pubic hair, helped as he was by the absence of her torn panties. He ran a few strands through his thumb and forefinger absentmindedly, loving the way it made her breath hitch and kissed her full on the mouth, drawing her tongue in with his, sucking her deeper in to his mouth than she ever thought possible.
Dimly, he registered pain as Tea's hands came up to bunch in his hair, but just dimly. It was a slight detraction, easily dismissed, and most willingly tolerated in exchange for the delicious sounds of arousal that tore from her throat. They parted when the need for air became too urgent to be ignored.
Not wanting to give her a chance to recover her breath, he swept her hair upwards and ran his tongue along the back curve of her neck, and Tea let out a long, low moan. So her neck was one of her sensitive spots, was it? Well, Yami would use that knowledge to the best of his advantage. Opening his mouth wide, he sealed his lips firmly over the back arch and sucked hard. Tea gasped at the sensation and tightened her grip in his hair, pulling at the red-blonde strands so hard that she was sure they would come out in her hands.
Slowly, lazily, Yami ran his tongue across the length of skin already in his mouth and sighed his appreciation when he felt a shudder run down her spine. He flattened his tongue against her skin and licked her again, and again he felt her tremble.
Still keeping a steady pace sucking at her neck, Yami brushed his fingers against her sex. "You're wet," he purred into her ear, playfully fingering a segment of her flesh. He squeezed her gently, and she gasped.
Well pleased with her reaction, he trailed his fingers down to the small mound nestled between her petals, tickling her with his fingertips. "Imagine how good it would feel when I am inside you..." he whispered. "Inside--" he dipped a fingertip quickly in and out. "In here." This time he slid the digit in more slowly, right up until the web of skin between his fingers prevented further entry, and very deliberately probed her, systematically exploring her inside.
Still painfully aware of how exposed they both were, sitting on the park bench, she swallowed her moans as best as she could, desperately biting them back, sinking her teeth so hard into her lips that she drew her own blood. "Yami..." she strained through clenched teeth. The feel of him moving inside of her was driving her crazy. Unable to help herself, Tea threw back her head in a soundless scream as she writhed against his shoulder.
Yami sighed and buried his head in her soft brown hair and inhaled her deeply into his system. Her soft smell was hypnotic, an intoxicating mix of floral shampoo, perspiration and her own personal scent, and he found himself unaccountable drawn in by it. It acted upon his blood more potently than the best of aphrodisiacs. He positively *burned*.
Before he had the chance to act however, they were startled out of their spell by the pink sweater being roughly jerked off her. Tea jumped in shock, horrified at being caught with his hand in her shorts and snatched the sweater back to cover her modesty. Yami however, had already to his feet and was now glaring angrily at whoever it was who had played such a mean prank. Tea's eyes rose for the first time to take in the joker's face and gasped in shock and indignation.
It was Johnny Dreadlocks, his head thrown back in a malicious laugh.
She sprang to her feet and grabbed at Yami an instant before he pounced, and he struggled free of her. "Yami, *don't*!" she hissed in his ear. "Believe me, he's not worth the effort. Come on, Yami, don't be an ass. Just ignore him."
He did, but not before he had hurled a few choice curses at the freak show. Johnny however was nonplussed. "Hey, cutie pie," he leered, you're coming with me."
Tea could have hit him. "No I'm not. Go away, Johnny. You lost. Don't you get it? You lost. The battle's over."
"Well you might have won that battle, but I challenge you to a duel."
"What?!?"
"You heard me, sweet love, a duel. If you win, I wont bother again."
Yami shot him a withering glare. "And if you win?"
"If I win..." he trailed off smugly. Reaching into his left pocket, he drew out something dangling from a square of worn brown leather. It had a number embossed on the flap, and looked awfully like..."
Tea's felt the colour drain from her face, but quickly steadied herself and caught Yami again as he made to fling his best at Johnny. This time however, she was unable to restrain him.
"Motel keys?" he raged. "Curse it, Tea, let go of me!" he roared, easily breaking free. "You perfect son of a bitch," he spat at him. "How *dare* you!"
"*Hotel* keys," Johnny corrected, radiating a sort of self-righteous indignation. "Intercontinental. What do you take me for, some kind of cheapo?" He looked over the bristling Yami. "The room service there's real treat, but hey, a challenge's a challenge. Are you game or not?"
And Tea felt her body fill with dread. She had beaten him easily at dance battle, but this was a whole different ball game. How could she ever hope to beat him at cards? It was true that she did have a deck of her own, but she only played it for fun; unlike Joey and Yugi, she wasn't a proper duellist. And besides, how would she battle without her deck? It wasn't like she brought it everywhere with her. It was sitting in her room, tucked safely into her desk drawer. But even if she had her deck with her, she could never fight him and win, and if she *didn't* win... Tea shuddered. The thought was too awful to dwell on.
She felt a pressure on her arm and looked up to find Yami looking directly at her. "Let me duel for you," he said, his face taught with anger. "Come on, Tea. You beat this guy at dance battle. Now this is *my* playing field. Let me take him on. Come on, Tea, let me do this. You know I can."
Tea nodded.
"Do it," she whispered.
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Haha. Looks like this didn't take a long time coming after all. Haha. Guess it must be because it's steadily completing it's trajectory. This is kinda the climax, cos like, everybody knows Yami never looses a battle, so *duh*, Johnny gets the crap beaten out of him. Hmmm... I'm wondering whether to include the fight. I've actually written right up till the place the duel begins, but well... everybody knows what happened right? so what's the blooming *point*?! =D
Countdown: 2 chapters left.
Embient: haha. Yeah, I stopped there. But only so that I could carry on here. You like? I think you would. I uploaded it into the database and used the preview function tocheck for mistakes, and I was shocked at how graphic that bit above was. Man, I had no idea. So I quickly went back and chucked in a chapter warning, just in case. ; P in capitals. Haha. Man, I love capitals. And as for the creepy dancer guy, well, I agree that he's a creepy dancer guy. He's like, this through looser who also happens to be a jerk. And he looks so old too... (((And don't forget about my fic! *nudge* I've been adding some chapters myself :D *Puffs chest*
Now, for some Yami/Anzu scenes :D))) YAYYY!!!! Don't worry, I know bout your fics. I've got you on author alert. I'm sadistically delaying my pleasure, that's all... you know, build up the anticipation and all that crap. And I usually go online at insane hours of the day (eg, it's now 2.44am) and I cant appreciate fics properly when I'm sleepy. Meesa wantsa enjoyes yourse fickies...
Dark Angel bg: what's N/M/H? You used it in the email as well, except I forgot to ask what it stands for. *sheepish grin*. Have finally gotten down to replying to your newest email (which by now is already pretty old and sick of collecting dust in my inbox, the poor thing.)
prodigy-angel-x: haha. I never thought of it before but when you said you imagined Yami looking like a chicken, I just had the silliest mental image of two pictures (Yami and Chicken) and the 'camera' zooms from one to another, and when they get to Yami's hair all these funny yellow flashing arrows appear, and then it zooms to the chicken and the flashy arrows point to the 3 tail feathers on the chicken's rump which so coincidentally resemble Yami's jaggedy cut... (((there are some other humor stories there as well...'specially that "Christmas Carol" story I put up hehehe. ))) Will bear that in mind. dunno if I wrote a review for the tea little red riding hood, but just in case I haven't, that was bloody brilliant. It was funny, smart, witty and super sarky all at the same time! *fazy salutes* (((*takes out a huge water hose and goes in search for the flamer*))) haha. He/she's prob gone now. Pyros don't stay in the way of their flame, they watch it from a safe distance. And fazy's been hard at work scrubbing the soot off the walls after hosing the place down. (((the only time I hate Yami and Yugi is when they keep saying "Go trust the heart of the cards" *thinks: wtf?!? why dont ya say trust the cards, you don't hear them beating do you?*))) er... just goes to prove my theory that the amerian translation sux, big time. I just got the chance to download the American theme song for Duelist Kingdom and was horrified to her Pegasus singing it. Not to mention Bakura's Gaylord accent. The one I get retains it's original funky rock song. (you can download it at Just be sure to click on the 'english' icon otherwise you'll get everyting in thai.) and it's the reason why I started watching YGO in the first place. And tristain does not sound like a surfer dude. And Bakura does not sound like a faggoty Gaylord. And Yami/Yugi talk about trusting their cards, not the heart of their cards. AND they don't have that bloody stupid Yu! Gi! OoooooooooH! between commercial breaks.
CHAPTER WARNING: No sex, but heavy petting. Pretty graphic. Don't read if it's not your cup of tea. There's plenty other fics out there if you don't like it. But seeing that you've all been put thru a 3-chapter-long sex scene I don't see how this will affect you much. Oh well. Just be warned. =P
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Title: Kiss Me Quickly.
Summary: Tea (Anzu) and Yami Yugi rediscover a lost passion. Events based loosely on episode 53, 'Dance Battle of Flame' where Yugi Muto gets concerned about his Other Self and sets the Other up for a date with Tea.
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The two walked leisurely, strolling hand in hand as they made their way to the bit of parkland overlooking the coast, but although they stopped to kiss every now and then, the further they travelled from the busy streets and into the park, the less disgusted stares they received from passers-by. It seemed that pedestrians here were used to such public displays of affection. They probably saw couples making out here every other day. They did get a couple of curious stares though, and neither Yami not Tea could find it in their hearts to blame them. It wasn't every day that they came across a kid dressed to kill in black leather and metal chains sporting such flaming red hair, going out with a girl who might very well be demureness personified. That she was taller than he did not help the situation, and both of them were well aware of what an odd couple they must seem.
As soon as they reached the end of the path, Tea leaned against the railing separating them from the waters below and yawned lazily. "That was so fun!" she laughed, referring to her dance battle. "I mean, it was just for fun of course, but it sure helped me regain my confidence in myself!"
"Confidence?" Yami looked at her incredulously.
"Yeah. Confidence in myself and in my dreams. It feels good, Yami, doesn't it?"
"Oh, you mean winning? Yeah, well, I guess that is a bit of an ego booster."
Tea pouted. "Well of course you don't understand, Mr-I'm-So-Good-I-Beat- Pegasus-Hands-Down. You *never* loose," she said sarcastically, but was sorry when Yami's eyes clouded over. Turning away from her, Yami leaned heavily against the railing, staring out to sea.
"Yami?" she said hesitantly. He didn't respond, and she didn't know whether to push it. She shifted uncomfortably. "Yami?" she said again, more softly this time, and brushed his arm lightly. Yami looked up. "What's wrong, Yami?" she whispered sadly. "Was it something I said?"
Yami shrugged and looked away again. "No, it's nothing, Tea," he said. He smiled reassuringly and gave her hand a quick squeeze.
"What is it, Yami? What's troubling you?"
"I don't know," he said simply. "I don't know if I never lost before, and who it was I must have lost to. I don't remember, Tea. I don't remember *anything*," he said. "I must have lost, though," he continued. "I wouldn't *be* here if I hadn't."
"Yami--"
"No, don't," he said. "Don't, Tea. Just...don't. I don't *want* to remember. I don't *have* to remember. I don't need it."
"Yami, everybody needs something..."
"And I do have something. I have Yugi, and Yugi has me... only now I might have gone and ruined everything," he said sadly. "He likes you, Tea. He's liked you a long time now."
Tea sat down, stunned on a nearby park bench. "Oh," she said. "Oh."
"Yes, 'oh'." Yami said, smiling bitterly. "I hardly know what to think!" He sat down beside her and pulled her into his lap, then ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her.
"What *do* you think?" she asked quietly. Yami shrugged. "Do *you* like me?" Yami shrugged again, and this time Tea felt like crying with frustration. Yami caught her look and lost his temper.
"Look, I don't *know*, okay!" he said, rising angrily to his feet. "I don't know. Are you happy now? I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. There. Do you have your answer? I don't know. Simple as that."
"You don't know if you like me?" she cried, also jumping to her feet. She felt the first warnings of tears rise to choke her. "Bastard!!!!"
"Look, shut up, okay. Just shut up," he said warningly. He turned his back to her and pulled at his hair in frustration. "I just *don't* *know*!!!" And with that, he sank limply back into the bench, his anger now spent.
"I don't know, Tea," he whispered. "I don't know anything. I don't even know who I am. I'm such a coward. I don't know anything about myself, and yet I'm too afraid to find out. What's the use of winning if you don't know who you are? What's the use of anything at all?"
"Then find out," she said curtly, still smarting form his previous words.
But Yami shook his head. "I don't want to. What if I really *do* find out?"
"And what's so bad about that?"
"I don't know. But I don't think I'd like it if I do. Tea, I don't think I'll be able to stay."
"What makes you think so?"
"I don't know. I just do. It's like, a feeling, you know. But I don't want to leave. I like it here. And Yugi needs me. We need each other, like, and I don't want to ever have to be parted. I don't want to have to go away."
"Is that what you're afraid of?" she asked. Yami nodded, and immediately, Tea felt her own hurt melt away. She came over and draped her arms around him. "I don't want you to go either," she said and Yami smiled his thanks. He sighed deeply, once then rose to kiss her. It felt so good that Tea willed her mind to blank. All she wanted was to feel him, hot against her as he enveloped her senses. She felt her knees tremble and threaten to give way, and she sat down hard. Yami looked down at her in amazement.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Reaching out, she grabbed him by the waist and pulled him down to her. Yami laughed aloud.
"So that's what's wrong," he grinned smugly, sitting beside her on the backless bench. Lightly guiding her by the shoulders, he turned her around so that her back was towards him, then shifted such that he was straddling the bench and indicated that she should do the same. Tea followed his example obediently.
Now that she sat in front of him, Yami wound his arms around her waist and pulled her closer until their bodies were pressed firmly against each other. When Tea lolled her head back for a kiss, Yami willingly obliged, but he held her firmly in place when she struggled to find a more comfortable position; the park bench was wide and it's rough sides pressed painfully against the insides of her thighs.
"Sssh," he whispered into her ear. "Sssh, relax," he crooned. Leaning back a little, he slid the pink jacket from her shoulders and draped carefully it around her front, and Tea finally saw what he had intended all along. She grinned.
Yami snaked his hands beneath her sweater, and under the cover provided by the garment, proceeded to unfasten her shorts. Tea bit back a moan as his fingers found the soft strands of pubic hair, helped as he was by the absence of her torn panties. He ran a few strands through his thumb and forefinger absentmindedly, loving the way it made her breath hitch and kissed her full on the mouth, drawing her tongue in with his, sucking her deeper in to his mouth than she ever thought possible.
Dimly, he registered pain as Tea's hands came up to bunch in his hair, but just dimly. It was a slight detraction, easily dismissed, and most willingly tolerated in exchange for the delicious sounds of arousal that tore from her throat. They parted when the need for air became too urgent to be ignored.
Not wanting to give her a chance to recover her breath, he swept her hair upwards and ran his tongue along the back curve of her neck, and Tea let out a long, low moan. So her neck was one of her sensitive spots, was it? Well, Yami would use that knowledge to the best of his advantage. Opening his mouth wide, he sealed his lips firmly over the back arch and sucked hard. Tea gasped at the sensation and tightened her grip in his hair, pulling at the red-blonde strands so hard that she was sure they would come out in her hands.
Slowly, lazily, Yami ran his tongue across the length of skin already in his mouth and sighed his appreciation when he felt a shudder run down her spine. He flattened his tongue against her skin and licked her again, and again he felt her tremble.
Still keeping a steady pace sucking at her neck, Yami brushed his fingers against her sex. "You're wet," he purred into her ear, playfully fingering a segment of her flesh. He squeezed her gently, and she gasped.
Well pleased with her reaction, he trailed his fingers down to the small mound nestled between her petals, tickling her with his fingertips. "Imagine how good it would feel when I am inside you..." he whispered. "Inside--" he dipped a fingertip quickly in and out. "In here." This time he slid the digit in more slowly, right up until the web of skin between his fingers prevented further entry, and very deliberately probed her, systematically exploring her inside.
Still painfully aware of how exposed they both were, sitting on the park bench, she swallowed her moans as best as she could, desperately biting them back, sinking her teeth so hard into her lips that she drew her own blood. "Yami..." she strained through clenched teeth. The feel of him moving inside of her was driving her crazy. Unable to help herself, Tea threw back her head in a soundless scream as she writhed against his shoulder.
Yami sighed and buried his head in her soft brown hair and inhaled her deeply into his system. Her soft smell was hypnotic, an intoxicating mix of floral shampoo, perspiration and her own personal scent, and he found himself unaccountable drawn in by it. It acted upon his blood more potently than the best of aphrodisiacs. He positively *burned*.
Before he had the chance to act however, they were startled out of their spell by the pink sweater being roughly jerked off her. Tea jumped in shock, horrified at being caught with his hand in her shorts and snatched the sweater back to cover her modesty. Yami however, had already to his feet and was now glaring angrily at whoever it was who had played such a mean prank. Tea's eyes rose for the first time to take in the joker's face and gasped in shock and indignation.
It was Johnny Dreadlocks, his head thrown back in a malicious laugh.
She sprang to her feet and grabbed at Yami an instant before he pounced, and he struggled free of her. "Yami, *don't*!" she hissed in his ear. "Believe me, he's not worth the effort. Come on, Yami, don't be an ass. Just ignore him."
He did, but not before he had hurled a few choice curses at the freak show. Johnny however was nonplussed. "Hey, cutie pie," he leered, you're coming with me."
Tea could have hit him. "No I'm not. Go away, Johnny. You lost. Don't you get it? You lost. The battle's over."
"Well you might have won that battle, but I challenge you to a duel."
"What?!?"
"You heard me, sweet love, a duel. If you win, I wont bother again."
Yami shot him a withering glare. "And if you win?"
"If I win..." he trailed off smugly. Reaching into his left pocket, he drew out something dangling from a square of worn brown leather. It had a number embossed on the flap, and looked awfully like..."
Tea's felt the colour drain from her face, but quickly steadied herself and caught Yami again as he made to fling his best at Johnny. This time however, she was unable to restrain him.
"Motel keys?" he raged. "Curse it, Tea, let go of me!" he roared, easily breaking free. "You perfect son of a bitch," he spat at him. "How *dare* you!"
"*Hotel* keys," Johnny corrected, radiating a sort of self-righteous indignation. "Intercontinental. What do you take me for, some kind of cheapo?" He looked over the bristling Yami. "The room service there's real treat, but hey, a challenge's a challenge. Are you game or not?"
And Tea felt her body fill with dread. She had beaten him easily at dance battle, but this was a whole different ball game. How could she ever hope to beat him at cards? It was true that she did have a deck of her own, but she only played it for fun; unlike Joey and Yugi, she wasn't a proper duellist. And besides, how would she battle without her deck? It wasn't like she brought it everywhere with her. It was sitting in her room, tucked safely into her desk drawer. But even if she had her deck with her, she could never fight him and win, and if she *didn't* win... Tea shuddered. The thought was too awful to dwell on.
She felt a pressure on her arm and looked up to find Yami looking directly at her. "Let me duel for you," he said, his face taught with anger. "Come on, Tea. You beat this guy at dance battle. Now this is *my* playing field. Let me take him on. Come on, Tea, let me do this. You know I can."
Tea nodded.
"Do it," she whispered.
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Haha. Looks like this didn't take a long time coming after all. Haha. Guess it must be because it's steadily completing it's trajectory. This is kinda the climax, cos like, everybody knows Yami never looses a battle, so *duh*, Johnny gets the crap beaten out of him. Hmmm... I'm wondering whether to include the fight. I've actually written right up till the place the duel begins, but well... everybody knows what happened right? so what's the blooming *point*?! =D
Countdown: 2 chapters left.
Embient: haha. Yeah, I stopped there. But only so that I could carry on here. You like? I think you would. I uploaded it into the database and used the preview function tocheck for mistakes, and I was shocked at how graphic that bit above was. Man, I had no idea. So I quickly went back and chucked in a chapter warning, just in case. ; P in capitals. Haha. Man, I love capitals. And as for the creepy dancer guy, well, I agree that he's a creepy dancer guy. He's like, this through looser who also happens to be a jerk. And he looks so old too... (((And don't forget about my fic! *nudge* I've been adding some chapters myself :D *Puffs chest*
Now, for some Yami/Anzu scenes :D))) YAYYY!!!! Don't worry, I know bout your fics. I've got you on author alert. I'm sadistically delaying my pleasure, that's all... you know, build up the anticipation and all that crap. And I usually go online at insane hours of the day (eg, it's now 2.44am) and I cant appreciate fics properly when I'm sleepy. Meesa wantsa enjoyes yourse fickies...
Dark Angel bg: what's N/M/H? You used it in the email as well, except I forgot to ask what it stands for. *sheepish grin*. Have finally gotten down to replying to your newest email (which by now is already pretty old and sick of collecting dust in my inbox, the poor thing.)
prodigy-angel-x: haha. I never thought of it before but when you said you imagined Yami looking like a chicken, I just had the silliest mental image of two pictures (Yami and Chicken) and the 'camera' zooms from one to another, and when they get to Yami's hair all these funny yellow flashing arrows appear, and then it zooms to the chicken and the flashy arrows point to the 3 tail feathers on the chicken's rump which so coincidentally resemble Yami's jaggedy cut... (((there are some other humor stories there as well...'specially that "Christmas Carol" story I put up hehehe. ))) Will bear that in mind. dunno if I wrote a review for the tea little red riding hood, but just in case I haven't, that was bloody brilliant. It was funny, smart, witty and super sarky all at the same time! *fazy salutes* (((*takes out a huge water hose and goes in search for the flamer*))) haha. He/she's prob gone now. Pyros don't stay in the way of their flame, they watch it from a safe distance. And fazy's been hard at work scrubbing the soot off the walls after hosing the place down. (((the only time I hate Yami and Yugi is when they keep saying "Go trust the heart of the cards" *thinks: wtf?!? why dont ya say trust the cards, you don't hear them beating do you?*))) er... just goes to prove my theory that the amerian translation sux, big time. I just got the chance to download the American theme song for Duelist Kingdom and was horrified to her Pegasus singing it. Not to mention Bakura's Gaylord accent. The one I get retains it's original funky rock song. (you can download it at Just be sure to click on the 'english' icon otherwise you'll get everyting in thai.) and it's the reason why I started watching YGO in the first place. And tristain does not sound like a surfer dude. And Bakura does not sound like a faggoty Gaylord. And Yami/Yugi talk about trusting their cards, not the heart of their cards. AND they don't have that bloody stupid Yu! Gi! OoooooooooH! between commercial breaks.