PM: Hey! I'm.
Seto: Back! Must you always say that?
PM: But Seto-chan! I'm quoting you! Oh. Alright then.
PM: Yes. Anyway, Here is the next chapter. And Tipo? You're wish has been granted. Rebbie/Tipo wrote a lot of this chapter with Calcifer because I was having serious writers block but here we go. Sorry about the wonky spacing.
Seto: She doesn't own Yugioh.
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Seto Kaiba walked downstairs that morning, or should I say afternoon to see the rest of the gang having a late lunch. Joey glanced up from his food, only to nearly choke laughing. Kaiba's hair wasn't its usual sleek self. Apparently Seto hadn't combed it yet. It was very long, and rather tangled. Seto gave Joey a murderous look, and sat down. Tristan was reading the paper over Serenity's shoulder. Not that he was interested in the paper.
Then something caught Tristan's eye.
"Hey you guys! Take a look at this! There's a Staplegun show!"
Kaiba looked horrified. "A STAPLE GUN SHOW?!!"
"Come on guys, we gotta go!"
"Hmm. It won't be too bad if it'll annoy Kaiba."
"Oh no! I refuse to enter a place with so many deranged staplegun- carrying freaks all in one place."
"Aw, come on Kaiba! You walking into work everyday, with the big five and company can't be less dangerous!"
Still Kaiba refused. "No. That's final. I refuse to go to this. this. HEY!"
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"I hate you all. I will kill you all as soon as I get the chance for this. You do realize this don't you?"
"Yeah yeah, shut up Kaiba." Joey said uncomfortably as Kaiba glared into the back of his head, almost burning holes in it. Joey was starting to regret this. He, Yami Yugi, Yami Bakura, and Tristan, for fun, had jumped on Kaiba, tied him up, put him in the back of the van, with Tristan and the staplegun next to him and they were all going to the staple gun show. Kaiba shifted his glare to Tristan who cringed very visibly. He then glared at Yami Yugi, who was trying to ignore Kaiba, though not successfully. Seto finally turned his evil eye on Yami Bakura, who immediately made the Egyptian sign against evil. Seto went back to stareing at the back of Joey's head.
"I swear he's the reincarnation of Set." Yami Bakura muttered.
"Who's Set?" Joey asked. Yami Yugi looked equally confused.
"Set, or Seth, Egyptian God of War, and eternal enemy of Horus, the Sun god, and son of Osiris. Oh yeah! Who studied their religeon and actually remembers it after 5000 years! Oh yeah!"
"By Ra, Bakura, must you rub in the fact that I lost my memory!?" Yami Yugi complained.
"Of course!" He wilted slightly as Kaiba glared at him again.
"I do remember Ra. And Horus." Yami Yugi said after a moment.
"Yeah, only because the Pharaoh is supposed to BE Ra on earth! And even I remember them!"
"Well. ummm. there's. ummm." Yami Yugi stuttered trying to remember more gods and goddesses.
"There's Hathor, the goddess of love, fertility and luck." Yami Bakura flaunted his knowledge in front of Yami Yugi.
Yami Yugi glared at the former tomb robber, the eye on his puzzle beginning to glow. Bakura's ring began to glow. They both glared at each other.
"Hold on guys! No sending people to the shadow realm in the car."
They both turned to glare at Joey, causing Joey to experience great discomfort. He had Yami Yugi and Yami Bakura glaring at him with their millennium items glowing. Joey really didn't want to go to the shadow realm. And then of course there was Kaiba who was giving Joey a look that said only too clearly he'd kill him as soon as he had the chance. Joey sighed. This was going to be a long day.
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As Joey parked messily against the curb, Tristan jumped out of the car so quickly he smashed his head against the car door.
Serenity sighed, and helped him up. "Tristan, dear, you need to calm down. This is just a staple gun convention."
"Serenity! How can you say that? This is not just any Staple Gun Convention! This is my staple gun convention!" Tristan said, his voice high pitched and desperate.
"Yours?" Bakura interrogated.
"Well, not mine obviously. But* but," Tristan's voice deepened, and he rubbed his hands together, "it's* precious to me."
Mai rolled her eyes again, and strolled casually toward the entrance. "If you buffoons ever feel like joining me, I'm going to go see what the big deal is." At her words, Joey followed Tristan's example, and banged his head in his hurry to get out of the car.
"Oh dear," said Bakura, and climbed slowly out of the car.
Kaiba muttered darkly in Japanese.
They all got out of the car, or were forced, and walked towards the gates. The lady at the front gave them free tickets, in exchange for Yami's autograph, and they went in.
Tristan was in ecstasy. Kaiba glanced nervously around. So many staple guns. He contemplated stealing one and killing Joey and the rest, but decided against it.
Suddenly an evil laugh rent the air. Yami Bakura and Yami Yugi whirled around to find Marik behind them. He grinned insanely. "And what would Pharaoh, tomb robber and friends be doing at a staplegun show?"
Yami Yugi nodded his head towards the ecstatic Tristan. "He's a collecter."
Marik's face turned from one of amusement to one of intrest. "Really? That's so cool! I collect too!"
"You do?!" Tristan shouted.
"Yeah! Did you know that someone is selling a millennium staple gun over there!?"
"WOW!!!!!!!!!!" Tristan ran in the direction Marik pointed.
Marik rolled his eyes. "As if I would collect something like that." He sighed. "Baka.[1]"
"So why are you here Marik?" Joey asked.
Marik laughed. "I may not collect, but unfortunately Ishizu, my sister does."
They glimpsed Ishizu talking excitedly to a man with a purple staplegun.
"That was a good lie you told Marik. About the Millenium Staplegun."
"I wasn't lieing." He walked off in search of his sister.
A young girl sat at the stand. She was dressed in all black, with poison red nail polish, and numerous quantities of jewelry. She smacked her bubble gum noisily as our Heroes approached.
"Um. Hi." Tristan said.
She studied him closely. "Nope," she said, and went back to smacking her gum, and looking through the crowd.
"Nope?" Joey said, miffed.
She turned back and look at the eight people in front of her as though seeing them for the first time. "Hi! Can I help you?"
The crew exchanged looks.
"Yes," Kaiba said. "Tell me, what is this Millenium Item?"
The girl stared at him for a moment. "Oh, that. Yeah, it's the Millenium staple gun."
"What?" Tristan squawked, "There's a Millenium Staple Gun?"
"Yep. It's* my precious." She said, her voice deepening, rubbing her hands together.
Tristan glanced between the girl and Serenity, and muttered a swear word under his breath.
The girl heard him, and giggled. "Sorry about that, I think that was Yami Rebbie. I'm regular Rebbie."
She grinned at them. "So, you're interested in buying?" She looked at all of the crew. "Which* one of you?"
"Me!" they all said in unison.
Rebbie giggled again. "Wow, I haven't had any business all morning, and now I've got eight prospective customers! Wanna pick a number between one and one hundred?"
"That's no way to do business!" Kaiba said, outraged.
"Yes, seriously!" Tristan agreed (for once), "You can't just take this so lightly! I would pay millions for a Millenium Staple Gun!"
"You* have millions?" Rebbie inquired.
"Well," Tristan faltered, "no, but I would pay an arm and a leg for it!"
Rebbie's eyes darkened, and her long, black hair became longer and curlier. "An arm and a leg's fine," she said, smirking.
Kaiba stared. There was* something in that smirk.
"HEY!" Patrick yelled. "He's mine!"
Rebbie blushed, and looked at Patrick and Calcifer, who had popped up behind her. "Whoops. Where did you guys come from?"
Calcifer sighed, and turned to Our Heroes. "You'll have to forgive Rebbie. She's* well, she's Rebbie. There's not really another way to describe her."
"Now then," Patrick said, looping her arm through Kaiba's, "where do you want to take us for lunch?"
Even though Tristan and Rebbie weren't nearly ready to leave the convention, Calcifer and Patrick managed to drag them along with the rest to have lunch at a nearby diner.
Kaiba led the way, having shaken off Patrick a little while earlier. Bakura followed, deep in thought with his Yami, discussing Rebbie, and the sudden (frightening) appearance of Calcifer and Patrick. Mai followed, with Joey close behind. Very close behind. Calcifer, having given up on talking to Joey was deep in discussion with Patrick. Rebbie trotted behind them, while Serenity clung protectively to Tristan, who kept tripping over things.
When they got to the diner, they successfully found the biggest booth in the place. Our Heroes sat down, while Calcifer, Rebbie and Patrick took a table nearby. They remained deep in discussion, though Calcifer and Patrick made numerous longing glances to Kaiba and Joey, respectively.
Rebbie had her eyes on someone else. A tall, thin stranger had entered the diner. His long, white hair fell in his violet eyes. He winked at Rebbie in passing, and her mouth dropped open. "Guh*?" she said.
Patrick glared. "Rebbie, idiot! You're not supposed to like Marik." Calcifer's eyes bulged in anger, and Patrick struggled to restrain her. "Calicfer! No murdering in diners. Not legal," she added.
"We hatesss him, the nasty little Marik. Grrr."
"Marik? Who's Marik," Rebbie said a moment later, still staring at the tall stranger.
"Umm, Rebbie, Marik's the tall stranger."
"Oh," Rebbie said. "Oh! Duuude. He's hot."
Calcifer and Patrick exchanged a glance. "Okay, you've had your moment, Rebbie. Can I kill him?" Calcifer said impatiently.
"Kill him? A beauty like that? Heck no! That's* like, sacrilege or something! He's so pretty!" Rebbie said.
Our Heroes' table burst into laughter, as they had been listening closely to the conversation. "That's not really Marik, is it?" asked Teá.
"Yes. That is Marik," Yami said, his eyes narrowing.
Marik rose from his table and strolled over to Rebbie. "Hey," he said, flicking his hair out of his eyes.
Calcifer muttered darkly that Marik was stealing Joey's Hair Flick, while Rebbie tried her best to keep from swooning. "Hi?" she replied meekly.
"I'm Marik."
"I know," Rebbie giggled.
"You. know?" Marik said, raising a neat eyebrow.
"I wrote most of this chapter," Rebbie said nodding.
"*What?" Marik asked.
"WHAT?" Joey, Kaiba, and Bakura screeched.
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Seto: Back! Must you always say that?
PM: But Seto-chan! I'm quoting you! Oh. Alright then.
PM: Yes. Anyway, Here is the next chapter. And Tipo? You're wish has been granted. Rebbie/Tipo wrote a lot of this chapter with Calcifer because I was having serious writers block but here we go. Sorry about the wonky spacing.
Seto: She doesn't own Yugioh.
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Seto Kaiba walked downstairs that morning, or should I say afternoon to see the rest of the gang having a late lunch. Joey glanced up from his food, only to nearly choke laughing. Kaiba's hair wasn't its usual sleek self. Apparently Seto hadn't combed it yet. It was very long, and rather tangled. Seto gave Joey a murderous look, and sat down. Tristan was reading the paper over Serenity's shoulder. Not that he was interested in the paper.
Then something caught Tristan's eye.
"Hey you guys! Take a look at this! There's a Staplegun show!"
Kaiba looked horrified. "A STAPLE GUN SHOW?!!"
"Come on guys, we gotta go!"
"Hmm. It won't be too bad if it'll annoy Kaiba."
"Oh no! I refuse to enter a place with so many deranged staplegun- carrying freaks all in one place."
"Aw, come on Kaiba! You walking into work everyday, with the big five and company can't be less dangerous!"
Still Kaiba refused. "No. That's final. I refuse to go to this. this. HEY!"
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"I hate you all. I will kill you all as soon as I get the chance for this. You do realize this don't you?"
"Yeah yeah, shut up Kaiba." Joey said uncomfortably as Kaiba glared into the back of his head, almost burning holes in it. Joey was starting to regret this. He, Yami Yugi, Yami Bakura, and Tristan, for fun, had jumped on Kaiba, tied him up, put him in the back of the van, with Tristan and the staplegun next to him and they were all going to the staple gun show. Kaiba shifted his glare to Tristan who cringed very visibly. He then glared at Yami Yugi, who was trying to ignore Kaiba, though not successfully. Seto finally turned his evil eye on Yami Bakura, who immediately made the Egyptian sign against evil. Seto went back to stareing at the back of Joey's head.
"I swear he's the reincarnation of Set." Yami Bakura muttered.
"Who's Set?" Joey asked. Yami Yugi looked equally confused.
"Set, or Seth, Egyptian God of War, and eternal enemy of Horus, the Sun god, and son of Osiris. Oh yeah! Who studied their religeon and actually remembers it after 5000 years! Oh yeah!"
"By Ra, Bakura, must you rub in the fact that I lost my memory!?" Yami Yugi complained.
"Of course!" He wilted slightly as Kaiba glared at him again.
"I do remember Ra. And Horus." Yami Yugi said after a moment.
"Yeah, only because the Pharaoh is supposed to BE Ra on earth! And even I remember them!"
"Well. ummm. there's. ummm." Yami Yugi stuttered trying to remember more gods and goddesses.
"There's Hathor, the goddess of love, fertility and luck." Yami Bakura flaunted his knowledge in front of Yami Yugi.
Yami Yugi glared at the former tomb robber, the eye on his puzzle beginning to glow. Bakura's ring began to glow. They both glared at each other.
"Hold on guys! No sending people to the shadow realm in the car."
They both turned to glare at Joey, causing Joey to experience great discomfort. He had Yami Yugi and Yami Bakura glaring at him with their millennium items glowing. Joey really didn't want to go to the shadow realm. And then of course there was Kaiba who was giving Joey a look that said only too clearly he'd kill him as soon as he had the chance. Joey sighed. This was going to be a long day.
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As Joey parked messily against the curb, Tristan jumped out of the car so quickly he smashed his head against the car door.
Serenity sighed, and helped him up. "Tristan, dear, you need to calm down. This is just a staple gun convention."
"Serenity! How can you say that? This is not just any Staple Gun Convention! This is my staple gun convention!" Tristan said, his voice high pitched and desperate.
"Yours?" Bakura interrogated.
"Well, not mine obviously. But* but," Tristan's voice deepened, and he rubbed his hands together, "it's* precious to me."
Mai rolled her eyes again, and strolled casually toward the entrance. "If you buffoons ever feel like joining me, I'm going to go see what the big deal is." At her words, Joey followed Tristan's example, and banged his head in his hurry to get out of the car.
"Oh dear," said Bakura, and climbed slowly out of the car.
Kaiba muttered darkly in Japanese.
They all got out of the car, or were forced, and walked towards the gates. The lady at the front gave them free tickets, in exchange for Yami's autograph, and they went in.
Tristan was in ecstasy. Kaiba glanced nervously around. So many staple guns. He contemplated stealing one and killing Joey and the rest, but decided against it.
Suddenly an evil laugh rent the air. Yami Bakura and Yami Yugi whirled around to find Marik behind them. He grinned insanely. "And what would Pharaoh, tomb robber and friends be doing at a staplegun show?"
Yami Yugi nodded his head towards the ecstatic Tristan. "He's a collecter."
Marik's face turned from one of amusement to one of intrest. "Really? That's so cool! I collect too!"
"You do?!" Tristan shouted.
"Yeah! Did you know that someone is selling a millennium staple gun over there!?"
"WOW!!!!!!!!!!" Tristan ran in the direction Marik pointed.
Marik rolled his eyes. "As if I would collect something like that." He sighed. "Baka.[1]"
"So why are you here Marik?" Joey asked.
Marik laughed. "I may not collect, but unfortunately Ishizu, my sister does."
They glimpsed Ishizu talking excitedly to a man with a purple staplegun.
"That was a good lie you told Marik. About the Millenium Staplegun."
"I wasn't lieing." He walked off in search of his sister.
A young girl sat at the stand. She was dressed in all black, with poison red nail polish, and numerous quantities of jewelry. She smacked her bubble gum noisily as our Heroes approached.
"Um. Hi." Tristan said.
She studied him closely. "Nope," she said, and went back to smacking her gum, and looking through the crowd.
"Nope?" Joey said, miffed.
She turned back and look at the eight people in front of her as though seeing them for the first time. "Hi! Can I help you?"
The crew exchanged looks.
"Yes," Kaiba said. "Tell me, what is this Millenium Item?"
The girl stared at him for a moment. "Oh, that. Yeah, it's the Millenium staple gun."
"What?" Tristan squawked, "There's a Millenium Staple Gun?"
"Yep. It's* my precious." She said, her voice deepening, rubbing her hands together.
Tristan glanced between the girl and Serenity, and muttered a swear word under his breath.
The girl heard him, and giggled. "Sorry about that, I think that was Yami Rebbie. I'm regular Rebbie."
She grinned at them. "So, you're interested in buying?" She looked at all of the crew. "Which* one of you?"
"Me!" they all said in unison.
Rebbie giggled again. "Wow, I haven't had any business all morning, and now I've got eight prospective customers! Wanna pick a number between one and one hundred?"
"That's no way to do business!" Kaiba said, outraged.
"Yes, seriously!" Tristan agreed (for once), "You can't just take this so lightly! I would pay millions for a Millenium Staple Gun!"
"You* have millions?" Rebbie inquired.
"Well," Tristan faltered, "no, but I would pay an arm and a leg for it!"
Rebbie's eyes darkened, and her long, black hair became longer and curlier. "An arm and a leg's fine," she said, smirking.
Kaiba stared. There was* something in that smirk.
"HEY!" Patrick yelled. "He's mine!"
Rebbie blushed, and looked at Patrick and Calcifer, who had popped up behind her. "Whoops. Where did you guys come from?"
Calcifer sighed, and turned to Our Heroes. "You'll have to forgive Rebbie. She's* well, she's Rebbie. There's not really another way to describe her."
"Now then," Patrick said, looping her arm through Kaiba's, "where do you want to take us for lunch?"
Even though Tristan and Rebbie weren't nearly ready to leave the convention, Calcifer and Patrick managed to drag them along with the rest to have lunch at a nearby diner.
Kaiba led the way, having shaken off Patrick a little while earlier. Bakura followed, deep in thought with his Yami, discussing Rebbie, and the sudden (frightening) appearance of Calcifer and Patrick. Mai followed, with Joey close behind. Very close behind. Calcifer, having given up on talking to Joey was deep in discussion with Patrick. Rebbie trotted behind them, while Serenity clung protectively to Tristan, who kept tripping over things.
When they got to the diner, they successfully found the biggest booth in the place. Our Heroes sat down, while Calcifer, Rebbie and Patrick took a table nearby. They remained deep in discussion, though Calcifer and Patrick made numerous longing glances to Kaiba and Joey, respectively.
Rebbie had her eyes on someone else. A tall, thin stranger had entered the diner. His long, white hair fell in his violet eyes. He winked at Rebbie in passing, and her mouth dropped open. "Guh*?" she said.
Patrick glared. "Rebbie, idiot! You're not supposed to like Marik." Calcifer's eyes bulged in anger, and Patrick struggled to restrain her. "Calicfer! No murdering in diners. Not legal," she added.
"We hatesss him, the nasty little Marik. Grrr."
"Marik? Who's Marik," Rebbie said a moment later, still staring at the tall stranger.
"Umm, Rebbie, Marik's the tall stranger."
"Oh," Rebbie said. "Oh! Duuude. He's hot."
Calcifer and Patrick exchanged a glance. "Okay, you've had your moment, Rebbie. Can I kill him?" Calcifer said impatiently.
"Kill him? A beauty like that? Heck no! That's* like, sacrilege or something! He's so pretty!" Rebbie said.
Our Heroes' table burst into laughter, as they had been listening closely to the conversation. "That's not really Marik, is it?" asked Teá.
"Yes. That is Marik," Yami said, his eyes narrowing.
Marik rose from his table and strolled over to Rebbie. "Hey," he said, flicking his hair out of his eyes.
Calcifer muttered darkly that Marik was stealing Joey's Hair Flick, while Rebbie tried her best to keep from swooning. "Hi?" she replied meekly.
"I'm Marik."
"I know," Rebbie giggled.
"You. know?" Marik said, raising a neat eyebrow.
"I wrote most of this chapter," Rebbie said nodding.
"*What?" Marik asked.
"WHAT?" Joey, Kaiba, and Bakura screeched.
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