Shini-kuma: *starry eyes* 49 reviews....!! That's almost half of a hundred!! *49* reviews!! ;__; My am I ever grateful...!! *dances around* Yerrhrr hrr hrr!!
Oh yeah, I had fun at the animethon. I bought a YGO manga thingy- it's the first volume thing I think. Ryou isn't in it. Well okay I'm not too sure if Ryou's in it or not, but I haven't seen him yet (I skimmed) and I'm kinda upset about it. Bleh. Oh well...(Honda looks really strange in the manga)
---Notes---
--Yami Mika and her Other Souls--
SKWI? I'm not too sure if I really want to know what it is...and yeah Ryou is starting to get obsessive about the mango. I'm not quite sure where I'm heading with it though, most of this fic is improvisation. I think I did Ryou's hair wrong in the pic...it's also a little blurry because it's kinda small because I didn't have any big paper at the moment. That and my scanner sucks.
---End Notes---
*blinks placidly* My that was shorter than I thought it would be...
Disclaimer: YGO's not mine. I have a few flea bites on my ankle that are really itchy and are mine, but YGO is not. Shame...shame...
Who to pick on today...? Hmmm...I don't want to do another chapter on Ryou again...Oh well. I get to take my pick. :)
~*~
At around 12:30 noon, the group stopped to have a 'light' lunch. They chose a shady spot beside the path and all settled down.
At this time, Bakura decided to emerge from the ring and stretch his legs a little. Yugi convinced Yami not to harm Bakura unless Yami had proof.
'I'll get proof...' Yami muttered while glaring at Bakura. Bakura would've noticed if he wasn't busy swiping food from right under people's noses.
"It's a nice day, Yami, stop being so grouchy!" Yugi chided him and took a sip of his apple juice (Apple juice is also good for you ^_^ ).
" 'm not grouchy," Yami half protested half mumbled. He took a bite of his sandwich with all the dignity and grace he could bring up at the moment.
Elsewhere, Bakura was 'salvaging' a few treats for himself from Jounouchi. Maybe it was Bakura's skill as a robber, or maybe it was because Jounouchi was too busy stuffing his face to pay attention to anything else, but Jou did not seem to notice at all.
After having sampled quite a few tidbits of food, Bakura came across one that he liked a lot. He frowned because he did not recognize what it was.
Bakura brought the piece of food closer and took a better look at it. It was green...that was probably a very unhealthy color.
Shrugging, the tomb robber popped it into his mouth. Green or not, it was delicious, and deserved to be 'salvaged'.
After stuffing a few more into his mouth, Bakura saw that Jou's supply of these green delicacies were gone!
'What a buffoon! He ate all those yummy things...! How stupid!' Bakura thought, very much annoyed at Jounouchi. Slightly disappointed that there were no more, Bakura went to bother someone else.
"Oi! Ryou! What is that you're packing away??" Bakura shouted to his hikari and walked to stand by Ryou.
Ryou looked up, confused. He had only been packing away the jar of pickles...
"What is it?" the Millenium Ring Spirit growled, and took the jar.
"Erm...they're pickles..."
In reply, Bakura grinned maliciously and ran off somewhere to enjoy his green treat, leaving Ryou blinking in confusion.
"Pickles...pickles...PIckles...piCKLES..." Bakura muttered to himself as he settled under a leafy tree and opened his jar of pickles.
Or at least, he tried to.
"Stupid jar...how does it open?" He studied the jar closely. Inside the glass was his pickles, and on top there was some sort of lid. But how did the lid come off?
At first, Bakura tried prying the lid off. After a few minutes, he became frusterated and threw the jar on the floor out of anger. He panicked at the thought of the jar breaking and his poor pickles scattered on the dirty floor, and was extremly relieved to find the jar did not break open.
"How does Ryou open it...?" Bakura mumbled to himself. He closed his eyes and tried to remember how Ryou handled these sort of jars.
'Of course...that twit would always just twist the lid! I wonder how that works though...' Bakura smirked and gave the lid a twist.
Nothing happened. The lid did not even budge. What was wrong with the thing?
Miffed, Bakura twisted harder. Was it wet? Maybe that's why it was so hard to twist open.
He grunted as he tried again. Why won't it open?? Grrr! [1]
"Having problems?" Yami said smugly. He had seen the tomb robber run off with the jar of...the jar of 'pickles' (Yami would have to try harder at remembering such names) and fail to open it.
"Nothing you can help with," Bakura snarled. He also glared at Yami for an extra measure.
"I'll show you the right way to do it," Yami snickered and snatched the jar of pickles away from Bakura, "It's like this."
Yami gave it a twist, but it didn't open at all. 'How can this be?! Yugi taught me carefully how to open these Ra-forsaken jars!! What am I doing wrong??'
Yami twisted the other way, but to no avail. A small growl escaped his lips, causing Bakura to laugh out loud.
"Hah hah Pharoah! Having problems?" Bakura laughed louder.
"Hey! Pickles!" Jounouchi grinned. He took the jar from the Pharoah's stiff grasp and tried to open the jar.
"NooOoooooo..." Jou wailed as the lid was still stuck, "I want the pickles....!"
"Jou what's going on?" Yugi said. His eye caught the pickle jar and he laughed, taking it from Jou's loose grasp.
After about half an hour, everyone from the group sat around in a semi circle, panting from exertion. The jar of pickles sat on the other end of the circle, undefeated.
"Stupid pickles!" Bakura shouted and kicked the jar. It flew a few feet and shattered against a poor aspen tree.[2]
"NOOOOO!!!" Bakura and Jou screamed in unison. They rushed over to the now dirty pickles lying in the dirt.
"My pickles..." Bakura half sobbed have whimphered.
"Food...." Jou cried openly.
"Get over it," Seto said, slightly disgusted. Come on, what morons would be so upset over spilt milk? Alright, not exactly spilt *milk*.
"Er- why don't we continue our hike now?" Yugi suggested. Everyone else agreed while Otogi and Ryou were stuck dragging Jounouchi and Bakura away from the death site of the pickels.
~*~
[1] Have you guys ever had this problem? I have- it's pretty annoying ne?
[2] No pickels were harmed in the production of this fanfic. We are vegetable safe.
Shini-kuma: Was it longer? Was it longer? Huh? Huh? Huh? Merhehrhhehehehe!!!!!!! (too much pocky. Sorry ladies and gentlemen)
Oh yeah, I had fun at the animethon. I bought a YGO manga thingy- it's the first volume thing I think. Ryou isn't in it. Well okay I'm not too sure if Ryou's in it or not, but I haven't seen him yet (I skimmed) and I'm kinda upset about it. Bleh. Oh well...(Honda looks really strange in the manga)
---Notes---
--Yami Mika and her Other Souls--
SKWI? I'm not too sure if I really want to know what it is...and yeah Ryou is starting to get obsessive about the mango. I'm not quite sure where I'm heading with it though, most of this fic is improvisation. I think I did Ryou's hair wrong in the pic...it's also a little blurry because it's kinda small because I didn't have any big paper at the moment. That and my scanner sucks.
---End Notes---
*blinks placidly* My that was shorter than I thought it would be...
Disclaimer: YGO's not mine. I have a few flea bites on my ankle that are really itchy and are mine, but YGO is not. Shame...shame...
Who to pick on today...? Hmmm...I don't want to do another chapter on Ryou again...Oh well. I get to take my pick. :)
~*~
At around 12:30 noon, the group stopped to have a 'light' lunch. They chose a shady spot beside the path and all settled down.
At this time, Bakura decided to emerge from the ring and stretch his legs a little. Yugi convinced Yami not to harm Bakura unless Yami had proof.
'I'll get proof...' Yami muttered while glaring at Bakura. Bakura would've noticed if he wasn't busy swiping food from right under people's noses.
"It's a nice day, Yami, stop being so grouchy!" Yugi chided him and took a sip of his apple juice (Apple juice is also good for you ^_^ ).
" 'm not grouchy," Yami half protested half mumbled. He took a bite of his sandwich with all the dignity and grace he could bring up at the moment.
Elsewhere, Bakura was 'salvaging' a few treats for himself from Jounouchi. Maybe it was Bakura's skill as a robber, or maybe it was because Jounouchi was too busy stuffing his face to pay attention to anything else, but Jou did not seem to notice at all.
After having sampled quite a few tidbits of food, Bakura came across one that he liked a lot. He frowned because he did not recognize what it was.
Bakura brought the piece of food closer and took a better look at it. It was green...that was probably a very unhealthy color.
Shrugging, the tomb robber popped it into his mouth. Green or not, it was delicious, and deserved to be 'salvaged'.
After stuffing a few more into his mouth, Bakura saw that Jou's supply of these green delicacies were gone!
'What a buffoon! He ate all those yummy things...! How stupid!' Bakura thought, very much annoyed at Jounouchi. Slightly disappointed that there were no more, Bakura went to bother someone else.
"Oi! Ryou! What is that you're packing away??" Bakura shouted to his hikari and walked to stand by Ryou.
Ryou looked up, confused. He had only been packing away the jar of pickles...
"What is it?" the Millenium Ring Spirit growled, and took the jar.
"Erm...they're pickles..."
In reply, Bakura grinned maliciously and ran off somewhere to enjoy his green treat, leaving Ryou blinking in confusion.
"Pickles...pickles...PIckles...piCKLES..." Bakura muttered to himself as he settled under a leafy tree and opened his jar of pickles.
Or at least, he tried to.
"Stupid jar...how does it open?" He studied the jar closely. Inside the glass was his pickles, and on top there was some sort of lid. But how did the lid come off?
At first, Bakura tried prying the lid off. After a few minutes, he became frusterated and threw the jar on the floor out of anger. He panicked at the thought of the jar breaking and his poor pickles scattered on the dirty floor, and was extremly relieved to find the jar did not break open.
"How does Ryou open it...?" Bakura mumbled to himself. He closed his eyes and tried to remember how Ryou handled these sort of jars.
'Of course...that twit would always just twist the lid! I wonder how that works though...' Bakura smirked and gave the lid a twist.
Nothing happened. The lid did not even budge. What was wrong with the thing?
Miffed, Bakura twisted harder. Was it wet? Maybe that's why it was so hard to twist open.
He grunted as he tried again. Why won't it open?? Grrr! [1]
"Having problems?" Yami said smugly. He had seen the tomb robber run off with the jar of...the jar of 'pickles' (Yami would have to try harder at remembering such names) and fail to open it.
"Nothing you can help with," Bakura snarled. He also glared at Yami for an extra measure.
"I'll show you the right way to do it," Yami snickered and snatched the jar of pickles away from Bakura, "It's like this."
Yami gave it a twist, but it didn't open at all. 'How can this be?! Yugi taught me carefully how to open these Ra-forsaken jars!! What am I doing wrong??'
Yami twisted the other way, but to no avail. A small growl escaped his lips, causing Bakura to laugh out loud.
"Hah hah Pharoah! Having problems?" Bakura laughed louder.
"Hey! Pickles!" Jounouchi grinned. He took the jar from the Pharoah's stiff grasp and tried to open the jar.
"NooOoooooo..." Jou wailed as the lid was still stuck, "I want the pickles....!"
"Jou what's going on?" Yugi said. His eye caught the pickle jar and he laughed, taking it from Jou's loose grasp.
After about half an hour, everyone from the group sat around in a semi circle, panting from exertion. The jar of pickles sat on the other end of the circle, undefeated.
"Stupid pickles!" Bakura shouted and kicked the jar. It flew a few feet and shattered against a poor aspen tree.[2]
"NOOOOO!!!" Bakura and Jou screamed in unison. They rushed over to the now dirty pickles lying in the dirt.
"My pickles..." Bakura half sobbed have whimphered.
"Food...." Jou cried openly.
"Get over it," Seto said, slightly disgusted. Come on, what morons would be so upset over spilt milk? Alright, not exactly spilt *milk*.
"Er- why don't we continue our hike now?" Yugi suggested. Everyone else agreed while Otogi and Ryou were stuck dragging Jounouchi and Bakura away from the death site of the pickels.
~*~
[1] Have you guys ever had this problem? I have- it's pretty annoying ne?
[2] No pickels were harmed in the production of this fanfic. We are vegetable safe.
Shini-kuma: Was it longer? Was it longer? Huh? Huh? Huh? Merhehrhhehehehe!!!!!!! (too much pocky. Sorry ladies and gentlemen)