A/N: Sorry this next chapter took so long! I was denied Internet access for
awhile.but no need to go into that. I will be updating more frequently from
now on! Thank you all for your great suggestions; I'm going to use them all
unless I suddenly get hit by a bus or something! This week, the yamis and
hikaris are going bowling! The way I'm picking what comes next is by
pointing randomly at one of my reviews, by the way. Scientific, no?
YAOI WARNING! READ THIS!-Because I got a question about whether this is yaoi or not, I will answer it. This story does, indeed, contain very mild yaoi. Mild as in, nothing more serious than kissing. If you don't like yaoi, then don't read this. The pairings are: Yami/Yugi, Marik/Malik, and Bakura/Ryou. If I ever seem biased towards one of the couples and focus on them a lot, it's probably just that chapter, and the next chapter will switch the focus.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, but you probably knew that. I wonder if the creator of Yu-Gi-Oh could come on here and write this stuff without the disclaimer. Probably so. Hmm, I should have thought of it first.
Yugi looked at Bakura with an expression of confusion on his face, then turned to Ryou. "What's he doing?" he asked. "Bakura's already got a seventeen pound bowling ball. Why is he looking for a heavier one?"
Ryou half laughed, half grimaced. "Oh, that. The only way I could get him here was to hint that the point of the game was to hit the Pharaoh. Sorry," he added, as Yugi started to look indignant. "Yugi, where is Yami, anyway? And Marik?" Both of them looked around wildly.
"Oh," said Yugi, sighing with relief. "They're still getting shoes."
"Or something," Ryou replied. "Actually, it sounds like they're arguing with the man at the counter."
"Uh-oh," said Yugi nervously, tapping into his soul link.
The last was spoken pleadingly.
=Stupid clown shoes,= Marik added, impolitely intruding on their connection. =And they must be bad, for me to agree with him.=
Yugi said in a flash of inspiration.
The man at the counter was looking worried. First these weirdos argued about how dumb the bowling shoes looked, and then they just stood there silently for almost a minute. He was considering phoning the police, when Marik doubled over with laughter that sounded quite maniacal.
"Ha ha ha ha! Velcro! Oh, that's good! Ha ha!" The man eyed him warily and decided to just back away slowly. Yami then proceeded to whack Marik with his left shoe.
"Ooookay," Yugi said aloud. "Try to keep an eye on Bakura and Malik, Ryou. I'm going to go-um-help Yami."
"Good idea," Ryou agreed. "Malik's been at that touch screen for a while. When he's this quiet for this long." he trailed off as he contemplated the possibilities.
Yugi marched to the counter, and bodily dragged his yami away (not that Yami would ever much resist the smaller boy). Marik was still in convulsions over the Velcro, but at least he willingly put on his shoes.
Ryou, in the meantime, was frantically talking to Malik. "You have to change the names! Yami and Bakura will kill you!"
"Hey," Malik objected. "None of you were entering the names. I just took the liberty of, ah, helping out."
Just then, Yugi, Yami, and Marik came into reading distance. "Uh-oh," Yugi said again. "Pharaoh's Brat!" Yami cried furiously. "And Idiot Faroh? You had better not mean us, tomb keeper!"
Malik grinned and ignored Yami's ranting. Marik, who had finally stopped laughing at the Velcro, smiled wider than his hikari. "Pharaoh Marik? I like that," he approved. "And Prince Malik. Oh, yes, quite fitting." They both snickered.
Ryou ran to where Bakura had finally found the heaviest bowling ball available, one that weighed twenty two pounds. "'Kura, I don't think you should go over there," Ryou warned him. Bakura stared suspiciously at the lane where Marik and Malik were in fits of hysterical laughter, and Yugi was trying to keep Yami away from them.
"What have those two blonde morons done now?" he sneered, attempting to go and find out. Ryou tried to hold him back, but he was no match for Bakura's greater size and strength. The white-haired yami gently (for him) pushed his hikari out of the way.
"Yami, don't go over there!" Ryou exclaimed, tackling Bakura and knocking him to the floor, sending the bowling ball rolling. At that moment, a woman with three children walked into the alley, and hastily backed out, telling her kids, "Why don't we get ice cream instead?"
Bakura smirked at Ryou, who was on the floor next to him. "Football is definitely not your strong suit," he commented. He easily picked the boy up, set him on his feet, and got to his own in one smooth motion. "Although I usually wouldn't mind lying next to you, I believe I may be about to kill a certain tomb keeper."
"Oh, excellent," Ryou muttered. "It'll be on the news. 'Carnage in the Bowling Alley'. Details at ten."
Yami had gotten past Yugi by tickling him, something the boy was extremely sensitive to. Of course, it had put the Pharaoh in a better mood, however, especially when Yugi then looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes. "Yami, please be nice?" he said. "I want us to have a good time."
Yami looked from the duo of Marik and Malik to his hikari. It wasn't a difficult decision. "Of course, little Yugi," he said, picking him up. Yugi beamed at him, then saw what was over Yami's shoulder. "Ohhh, no."
Bakura was as mad as any of them had ever seen him. He was having a hard time speaking. He glared so hard at Marik and Malik that Ryou thought they would explode. Part of him hoped they actually would explode, because that would clear the mess up nicely.
Bakura finally managed coherent speech. "You put my name as LaraCroftTombRaider?! I will kill you both! DIE, fools!"
Marik hastily reached for the Millennium Rod, but it was too late. Bakura grabbed the closest bowling ball and threw it at him.
"Hey!" Ryou protested. "'Kura, don't! Ow!" Malik, who had jumped out of the way, ran right into him.
"Now you've injured my hikari!" Bakura yelled. "You will pay!"
"I'm not hurt-" Ryou began.
"You said 'ow'," Bakura told him. "You're hurt. Now they will DIE!"
Suddenly they all froze, with the exception of Yami and Yugi. Yami's hand was out, casting some sort of spell-what, Yugi didn't know.
"My hikari wants us to have a good time," Yami said calmly. "Now, you must all STOP. Let's play this game of bowling. Then you may kill each other if you want. All right?"
"Um, Yami, they can't answer if they're, um, frozen like that," Yugi pointed out.
"Good point." Yami allowed them all head movement. "Do you agree that we will come to a truce for now?"
Malik nodded toward Bakura. "He started it!"
"I don't care," Yami said. "Do you agree or not? I could leave you there for a very long time."
"Fine," Malik said sullenly. Marik nodded.
"And you, tomb robber?" Yami asked.
Bakura looked very angry. "If they change that ridiculous name!"
"I will," Ryou assured him. Ryou was stuck too, mostly because he'd been standing right there.
"I agree, then," Bakura said with an exaggerated sigh.
A/N: This is going to be a two-part chapter, because I got two reviews suggesting bowling. Sorry to cut it off, but I'll write the rest soon! Please review if you're reading this!
YAOI WARNING! READ THIS!-Because I got a question about whether this is yaoi or not, I will answer it. This story does, indeed, contain very mild yaoi. Mild as in, nothing more serious than kissing. If you don't like yaoi, then don't read this. The pairings are: Yami/Yugi, Marik/Malik, and Bakura/Ryou. If I ever seem biased towards one of the couples and focus on them a lot, it's probably just that chapter, and the next chapter will switch the focus.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, but you probably knew that. I wonder if the creator of Yu-Gi-Oh could come on here and write this stuff without the disclaimer. Probably so. Hmm, I should have thought of it first.
Yugi looked at Bakura with an expression of confusion on his face, then turned to Ryou. "What's he doing?" he asked. "Bakura's already got a seventeen pound bowling ball. Why is he looking for a heavier one?"
Ryou half laughed, half grimaced. "Oh, that. The only way I could get him here was to hint that the point of the game was to hit the Pharaoh. Sorry," he added, as Yugi started to look indignant. "Yugi, where is Yami, anyway? And Marik?" Both of them looked around wildly.
"Oh," said Yugi, sighing with relief. "They're still getting shoes."
"Or something," Ryou replied. "Actually, it sounds like they're arguing with the man at the counter."
"Uh-oh," said Yugi nervously, tapping into his soul link.
The last was spoken pleadingly.
=Stupid clown shoes,= Marik added, impolitely intruding on their connection. =And they must be bad, for me to agree with him.=
Yugi said in a flash of inspiration.
The man at the counter was looking worried. First these weirdos argued about how dumb the bowling shoes looked, and then they just stood there silently for almost a minute. He was considering phoning the police, when Marik doubled over with laughter that sounded quite maniacal.
"Ha ha ha ha! Velcro! Oh, that's good! Ha ha!" The man eyed him warily and decided to just back away slowly. Yami then proceeded to whack Marik with his left shoe.
"Ooookay," Yugi said aloud. "Try to keep an eye on Bakura and Malik, Ryou. I'm going to go-um-help Yami."
"Good idea," Ryou agreed. "Malik's been at that touch screen for a while. When he's this quiet for this long." he trailed off as he contemplated the possibilities.
Yugi marched to the counter, and bodily dragged his yami away (not that Yami would ever much resist the smaller boy). Marik was still in convulsions over the Velcro, but at least he willingly put on his shoes.
Ryou, in the meantime, was frantically talking to Malik. "You have to change the names! Yami and Bakura will kill you!"
"Hey," Malik objected. "None of you were entering the names. I just took the liberty of, ah, helping out."
Just then, Yugi, Yami, and Marik came into reading distance. "Uh-oh," Yugi said again. "Pharaoh's Brat!" Yami cried furiously. "And Idiot Faroh? You had better not mean us, tomb keeper!"
Malik grinned and ignored Yami's ranting. Marik, who had finally stopped laughing at the Velcro, smiled wider than his hikari. "Pharaoh Marik? I like that," he approved. "And Prince Malik. Oh, yes, quite fitting." They both snickered.
Ryou ran to where Bakura had finally found the heaviest bowling ball available, one that weighed twenty two pounds. "'Kura, I don't think you should go over there," Ryou warned him. Bakura stared suspiciously at the lane where Marik and Malik were in fits of hysterical laughter, and Yugi was trying to keep Yami away from them.
"What have those two blonde morons done now?" he sneered, attempting to go and find out. Ryou tried to hold him back, but he was no match for Bakura's greater size and strength. The white-haired yami gently (for him) pushed his hikari out of the way.
"Yami, don't go over there!" Ryou exclaimed, tackling Bakura and knocking him to the floor, sending the bowling ball rolling. At that moment, a woman with three children walked into the alley, and hastily backed out, telling her kids, "Why don't we get ice cream instead?"
Bakura smirked at Ryou, who was on the floor next to him. "Football is definitely not your strong suit," he commented. He easily picked the boy up, set him on his feet, and got to his own in one smooth motion. "Although I usually wouldn't mind lying next to you, I believe I may be about to kill a certain tomb keeper."
"Oh, excellent," Ryou muttered. "It'll be on the news. 'Carnage in the Bowling Alley'. Details at ten."
Yami had gotten past Yugi by tickling him, something the boy was extremely sensitive to. Of course, it had put the Pharaoh in a better mood, however, especially when Yugi then looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes. "Yami, please be nice?" he said. "I want us to have a good time."
Yami looked from the duo of Marik and Malik to his hikari. It wasn't a difficult decision. "Of course, little Yugi," he said, picking him up. Yugi beamed at him, then saw what was over Yami's shoulder. "Ohhh, no."
Bakura was as mad as any of them had ever seen him. He was having a hard time speaking. He glared so hard at Marik and Malik that Ryou thought they would explode. Part of him hoped they actually would explode, because that would clear the mess up nicely.
Bakura finally managed coherent speech. "You put my name as LaraCroftTombRaider?! I will kill you both! DIE, fools!"
Marik hastily reached for the Millennium Rod, but it was too late. Bakura grabbed the closest bowling ball and threw it at him.
"Hey!" Ryou protested. "'Kura, don't! Ow!" Malik, who had jumped out of the way, ran right into him.
"Now you've injured my hikari!" Bakura yelled. "You will pay!"
"I'm not hurt-" Ryou began.
"You said 'ow'," Bakura told him. "You're hurt. Now they will DIE!"
Suddenly they all froze, with the exception of Yami and Yugi. Yami's hand was out, casting some sort of spell-what, Yugi didn't know.
"My hikari wants us to have a good time," Yami said calmly. "Now, you must all STOP. Let's play this game of bowling. Then you may kill each other if you want. All right?"
"Um, Yami, they can't answer if they're, um, frozen like that," Yugi pointed out.
"Good point." Yami allowed them all head movement. "Do you agree that we will come to a truce for now?"
Malik nodded toward Bakura. "He started it!"
"I don't care," Yami said. "Do you agree or not? I could leave you there for a very long time."
"Fine," Malik said sullenly. Marik nodded.
"And you, tomb robber?" Yami asked.
Bakura looked very angry. "If they change that ridiculous name!"
"I will," Ryou assured him. Ryou was stuck too, mostly because he'd been standing right there.
"I agree, then," Bakura said with an exaggerated sigh.
A/N: This is going to be a two-part chapter, because I got two reviews suggesting bowling. Sorry to cut it off, but I'll write the rest soon! Please review if you're reading this!
