Seconded Guessed
AN: Sorry for the chaps er lateness lol heres more! Thank you all for the reviews ^^
Seconded Guessed
Ryou
Chapter 4: The blond of. doom?
I'm so warn out you would not begin to believe! Today was crazy and very hectic all because a certain blond Egyptian came round to vist a certain longhaired psychopath. Yep it was like all seven hells had opened up in my living room and a tiny underworld in my bathroom.
It was about 11 am when me and sleeping evil were awoken by a huge bang on the door. At first we thought Joey had gotten drunk and forgot where he lived so I sent Bakura to drag him out from the street and into the living room for the lecture of his life. But alas it wasn't the sane-ish blond it was the one with more issue then a Jerry Springer back to back double bill for two days running line up.
Malik had a huge grin on his face as he pushed past my yami and promptly leaped into my arms knocking me over. Bakura grunted and slammed the door before returning to sleep while I was pinned under an over hyper Malik.
He said that Isis was having a 'girls' crisis and wanted him out the house before she was forced to shove his Sennnen rod where the sun don't want to shine even if it could. Well thank you dear Isis for dooming our nice peaceful weekend. Never give Malik coffee.
A little later when Bakura had woken up in a better mood ok in a better mood for HIM. He came down stairs ranting about wanting breakfast so we all sat around the table and ate. You guessed it! Breakfast. I sat down after pouring myself some coffee and began to read the paper.
Bakura pulled out left overs from last nights pizza and placed himself on the counter and began to eat it with a scowl plastered on his face. Malik whined at me for the 'funnies' section in the paper so I had to surrender it to him or he would have stolen my coffee.
A little later I was trying to do my homework, which wasn't easy when you have a blond sitting on your text books with his legs wrapped around your back and his arms wrapped around your neck now is it? That's what I thought.
Even when high I know Malik wasn't a randy and sex driven psycho no not at all that was Marik. So I came to the conclusion that my yami had given the blond the evil that can only be named as 'chocolate mouse' it always made him high.er.
So how did I get rid of him? I know this sounds mean but I hate being groped or having any one attach themselves to me in such a way so I simply shoved him off the desk. He whimpered a bit but saw my CD collection and decided that the 'shinys' would make a very good edition to his collection of 'things that fly out the window'
At least they were my less liked ones and I can always down load them from the net again anyway. And where was Bakura during this you may ask? Watching TV or more to the point a cookery channel. I dragged Malik into the tv room and chucked him at Bakura.
Malik giggled and attached himself to a frowning Bakura's arm while he watched with intense wonder at a chicken being cooked on the tv. My life is odd very odd. Thank you Ra and thank you Sennon ring!
A little later Bakura was sick of the insane blond and chased him out the house with a rolling pin, I fear for my last remaining grain of sanity. Specking of those who lack the good old common sense and rational thinking I think some how Isis invited herself and her brothers around for dinner. World war 3 starts in an hour.. I'm going to prepare the bomb shelter! See yas!
AN: Sorry for the chaps er lateness lol heres more! Thank you all for the reviews ^^
Seconded Guessed
Ryou
Chapter 4: The blond of. doom?
I'm so warn out you would not begin to believe! Today was crazy and very hectic all because a certain blond Egyptian came round to vist a certain longhaired psychopath. Yep it was like all seven hells had opened up in my living room and a tiny underworld in my bathroom.
It was about 11 am when me and sleeping evil were awoken by a huge bang on the door. At first we thought Joey had gotten drunk and forgot where he lived so I sent Bakura to drag him out from the street and into the living room for the lecture of his life. But alas it wasn't the sane-ish blond it was the one with more issue then a Jerry Springer back to back double bill for two days running line up.
Malik had a huge grin on his face as he pushed past my yami and promptly leaped into my arms knocking me over. Bakura grunted and slammed the door before returning to sleep while I was pinned under an over hyper Malik.
He said that Isis was having a 'girls' crisis and wanted him out the house before she was forced to shove his Sennnen rod where the sun don't want to shine even if it could. Well thank you dear Isis for dooming our nice peaceful weekend. Never give Malik coffee.
A little later when Bakura had woken up in a better mood ok in a better mood for HIM. He came down stairs ranting about wanting breakfast so we all sat around the table and ate. You guessed it! Breakfast. I sat down after pouring myself some coffee and began to read the paper.
Bakura pulled out left overs from last nights pizza and placed himself on the counter and began to eat it with a scowl plastered on his face. Malik whined at me for the 'funnies' section in the paper so I had to surrender it to him or he would have stolen my coffee.
A little later I was trying to do my homework, which wasn't easy when you have a blond sitting on your text books with his legs wrapped around your back and his arms wrapped around your neck now is it? That's what I thought.
Even when high I know Malik wasn't a randy and sex driven psycho no not at all that was Marik. So I came to the conclusion that my yami had given the blond the evil that can only be named as 'chocolate mouse' it always made him high.er.
So how did I get rid of him? I know this sounds mean but I hate being groped or having any one attach themselves to me in such a way so I simply shoved him off the desk. He whimpered a bit but saw my CD collection and decided that the 'shinys' would make a very good edition to his collection of 'things that fly out the window'
At least they were my less liked ones and I can always down load them from the net again anyway. And where was Bakura during this you may ask? Watching TV or more to the point a cookery channel. I dragged Malik into the tv room and chucked him at Bakura.
Malik giggled and attached himself to a frowning Bakura's arm while he watched with intense wonder at a chicken being cooked on the tv. My life is odd very odd. Thank you Ra and thank you Sennon ring!
A little later Bakura was sick of the insane blond and chased him out the house with a rolling pin, I fear for my last remaining grain of sanity. Specking of those who lack the good old common sense and rational thinking I think some how Isis invited herself and her brothers around for dinner. World war 3 starts in an hour.. I'm going to prepare the bomb shelter! See yas!