Chapter Three: Kids, This Is Why Underage Drinking Is Not Cool . . . (it
makes you agree to some pretty stupid stuff)
Author's Notes: Yeah, about the title, I've come to the conclusion that, no, the media doesn't convince kids to do drugs; it sways them in the opposite direction! I use TV, movies, anime, etc. all the time to show my little sister why drugs are bad (like "That 70s Show," "Cowboy Bebop," "The Simpsons," etc). I know it works, 'cuz she gives me this creeped-out look after watching high/drunk/stoned/whatever individuals being stupid/doing stupid things/etc. She's a pretty level-headed kid (must be genetic ^^), so she recognizes the characters as "wow, they're stupid" rather than "they just stole a car while high, and are now going to prison? COOOOL! I wanna be like that when I grow up!" Well, that and the fact that I got "stoned" off of flower essence (it's supposed to be a really mild substance obtained from plants that helps perk you up; apparently I had some kind of reaction and turned into a twitching, delusional, and physically whacked person), which I believe caused her to swear off drugs forever.
Me: Wow, my updates have been pathetic. Nearly a year. Surprised I could even _find_ the files again. See, initially, it was the impending AP exams (which I actually did quite well on) . . . If I had a Sennen ring, they'd be the first ones to go!
Yami Bakura: I don't think it has that power . . .
Me: Shaddap! Of course it does! At least, in my own little fantasy world, which is the only place I'd ever own one anyway. But anyway, the real reason I stopped updating was that, one, I had exactly ONE review and two, I thought my work was crap. However, after receiving a review quite recently (how on Earth they found the story I'll never know), I felt guilty, read the story again, and realized it wasn't too bad . . . not great, but not miserable. At least it's not a Mary Sue. See, reviewing is good. Not reviewing is like killing the story. Quite simple.
Yami Yuugi: Well, let's get the disclaimer done and over with.
Me: Gak! Grammar alert! That sentence ended in a preposition!!! *starts having convulsions*
Jounouchi: I kept telling her taking that class was a bad idea.
Me: Yes, I now see grammar errors, ineffective diction and syntax, and logical fallacies EVERYWHERE. I think my friends all hate me now (Them: You did good. Me: WELL! I did WELL! Them: freak). Yet all the same, through all the insanity, I still can't spell worth beans . . . yay for the wonderful world of phonetic foreign languages!!!
Kaiba: *watching his grammar now to keep up his "genius" reputation* Getting back to the topic of the disclaimer, I have seen some relatively bizarre disclaimers in fan fiction stories. It is a relief that we have normal ones.
Mokuba: I was reading one where all the Yamis had to say it butt-naked!
Kaiba: *goes into overprotective brother mode* NO MORE FANFICTION.NET FOR YOU! *runs off to program internet-protection software (since all of the programs currently out there reek, or at least the one they use at my school)*
Malik: Hey, that's actually a good idea, the whole nude Yami thing.
Me: *waves the Sennen rod* want me to?
Yami Yuugi: *very quickly* TheauthoressdoesnotownYu-Gi- Ohnordoesshepretendtotherewillbeshounenaiinthisficsoifyoudon'tlikeitleaveoth erwisesitbackandenjoy!
Honda: What was that for?
Yami Yuugi: to prevent the inappropriate.
Me: the fic is rated PG-13 . . . which allows me room to have some fun! *waves wand* (YM: it's a rod, dammit, a ROD)
The Yamis: KYAAAAAAA!
Yami Bakura: Hey, actually this isn't too bad.
Yami Yuugi: Yeah, pretty comfortable actually.
Mokuba: *from under a blindfold his brother had slapped over his eyes in anticipation for such an occurrence* What did you do to them?
Me: I saw this really cool fan art piccie with Yami Yuugi in a Chinese dress (ya know, the short, tight kind with a slit up the leg?) and so I gave them all dresses!
Yami Malik: Weee! I look like a magical girl in this!
Honda: Um, let's start the fic already, okay? Onegai shimasu, before this gets any scarier?
Ryou: I think it's kinda cute . . . *gets glomped by . . . anyone, you can decide who*
Yuugi: Also, starting in this chapter, we have to establish "telepathic" speech symbols.
/Yuugi to YamiY/ //YamiY to Yuugi// [Ryou to YamiB] [[YamiB to Ryou]] {Malik to YamiM} {{YamiM to Malik}}
Me: I realize these are not necessarily what other authors/authoresses use, but I really don't care. *pffffft*
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"This one; I think its quite appropriate given that it is rather active and would serve as a good ice breaker," Yami Malik said, walking over to the corner where he had piled the various game pieces. He picked up the white sheet of plastic, walked over, and lay it down on the floor.
"Twister?" Jounouchi asked, eying the colorful dots suspiciously.
"This is a game," Malik informed them, "not of wits or necessarily luck, but of physical skill. Someone spins the arrow tacked onto this piece of cardboard and calls out the color and body part the arrow lands on. Then, the players put that body part, like a right hand, on any of the colored dots that the announcer had shouted out. Example: if the arrow lands on red left foot, everyone has to put their left foot on red."
"And," his yami added quickly, "you can't have two body parts on the same vertical row. If you do, you're out." Malik leaned over and whispered in his yami's ear.
"That's not a rule," he started, but was cut off.
"If I know Kaiba, he'd just keep to himself on the furthermost row, as is the best way to win and avoid human contact. If I remember correctly, the goal here was to stimulate some 'fun,' ne?" He asked with an evil glint in his eye. Malik caught on and nodded.
"There are twelve of us, two too many, meaning that two people can't participate; they can be the referee and spinner," Malik continued.
"That should be Mokuba," Kaiba interjected quickly. "He shouldn't get involved in any of this devilry." With that comment he shot a glare towards the three yamis.
"But, nii-sama," Mokuba beseeched, "they are my friends too; why can't I participate? I've already been through so much with everyone." His pleas fell on deaf ears as Kaiba's protective nature, and not necessarily what Mokuba wanted, took precedence in all of his decisions.
"I don't trust them," he stated bluntly, "and I wish for you to take no part in their schemes; I've already lost you once to their necromancy and I will not allow your life to be in jeopardy again."
"Kaiba, you're being too maternal," Jounouchi scolded lightly, "Mokuba's quite mature and has been through a lot already; let him have some fun."
"I would never forgive myself if Mokuba were sent to the Shadow Realm," he stated quietly. Everyone was surprised at the un-Kaibaness of this comment, but quickly shrugged it off. Not to mention, the spiked punch was starting to kick in a bit.
"Fine then, Mokuba serves as the referee and spinner," Malik directed. "First group to go is Yuugi, Ryou and his spirit, Anzu, and my spirit. Second round, obviously, will consist of myself, Jounouchi, Honda, Kaiba, and the illustrious pharaoh," he added, a bit sarcastic. "The two winners of each round will continue on to the last. You're automatically out if any part of you touches the mat or floor other than your hands or feet. Although magic is banned during this game, any other tactics for winning may be used. Fair enough?" Although a little hesitant about how violent the game could potentially turn, everyone nodded their heads.
"Shoes off!" Yami Malik yelled, sipping a glass of punch.
Anzu had a pleased smirk spread across her face at the fact that out of the bunch, she was the most talented at this type of game. She slipped off her shoes but she stopped suddenly remembering her attire.
"Kuso," she muttered, glancing down at her miniskirt. "Ah, could you guys pause on the game for a sec," she asked, running over to Mokuba. "Um," she whispered hesitantly in his ear, "do you happen to have a pair of shorts that would fit me in your room?" It took him a second to understand her request, but as the insight hit him he smiled and nodded.
"Sure, it'll just take a second," he reassured as he dashed off, Anzu following him. Seto reluctantly followed them.
"Stupid locks," he muttered as he disappeared into the hallway.
"Ok, Malik, what's your scheme this time?" Yami Yuugi harshly whispered to Yami Malik.
"Why, pharaoh, what's wrong in having a little fun?" he asked, but seeing a genuinely curious expression on the Yami's face, decided to let him in on the plan. "Ok, fine, there's actually a purpose to the madness. You people are way too boring. There's not enough action going on if you catch my drift. Plus, the gay factor in this group, excluding that little kid and that one chick, is practically 100%, yet everyone here is so wrapped up in their superego-driven world that they refuse to admit it!"
"'Superego,' you mean you actually pay attention in school?" Yami Yuugi sneered.
"Hey, just psychology, and that's just because they teach about what makes people tick," Yami Malik spat defensively, "and as you know all so well, that's the key to control and manipulation, eh 'pharaoh,?'" This caused Yami Yuugi to grit his teeth; Yami Malik's comment had alluded to the truth. "Anyway, I figured that with the help of a friendly little mind- altering substance (referring to the punch) and the right 'games,' we could get them to open up a bit. I swear, if I see another longing glance coming from one and aimed towards another I am going to get them together forcefully!" he growled, twirling the Sennen rod between his fingers.
"Actually, I must admit that you can be quite insightful sometimes," Yami Yuugi replied with a hint of genuine enjoyment in his voice as he walked back towards his hikari. "So, am I involved in this 'plan' of yours?"
Yami Malik grinned. "But of course. Don't worry; I'll try not to stick you with that blonde kid or anything." Yami Yuugi rolled his eyes.
"Joy, that's reassuring."
Soon after the Kaibas and Anzu returned (she surprisingly enough didn't look too shabby in boy's shorts, probably because there were really small and short on her; granted, as Yami Malik had stated so eloquently before, no one would really notice her no matter what she wore), and the first round commenced with the five players lined up along the side of the sheet with red dots.
"Right foot red," Mokuba told the players. Easily enough, Yuugi, Ryou, Anzu, Malik, and Yami Bakura placed the right foot on a red dot.
"Left hand yellow." This was a bit harder due to the rule about not touching dots on the same row, but after a bit of shuffling, this too was accomplished.
"Right hand green." As he strained to reach across the mat to a green dot, Yuugi slipped slightly and fell. "Sorry, Yuugi, but you're out," Mokuba informed him. Cheerfully, he stood up and walked off the mat.
"It's ok; after all, my height puts me at an immediate disadvantage," he stated nonchalantly from next to his yami.
The game commenced.
"Right foot blue." With a hop, the four moved their right foot up a color.
"Right hand yellow." Again, not too hard, it just involved a little shifting from one color to another.
"Left foot green." This caused a predicament for Ryou who was on the far left hand side and didn't have a row to his left to put his foot on. He tried to place his foot on a green dot directly below Yami Bakura (who was to his right), but slipped and landed on his elbow.
"I'm out," he stated, only slightly disappointed, and got up from the tarp.
"Right hand red." As the remaining three shifted their weight to move their hand backwards, Yami Malik leaned over and whispered something in Yami Bakura's ear. His eyes sparkled at this remark and as he placed his hand on the circle he fell back onto the floor.
"Oops, I guess I fell off," he commented a bit melodramatically.
"Winners for this round are Anzu and Malik's yami," Mokuba announced (jeez, the spirits need names, and they don't call each other "yami" in the show . . . bleh. Owell, put up with my temporary, feigned "ignorance"). Anzu seemed pleased, but rather surprised at how easily she won. After all, seven commands weren't much. Yami Bakura, meanwhile, appeared quite content indeed with his loss.
"I was promised a nice coupling in the next game," he explained quietly to a suspicious-looking Yami Yuugi.
"Time for the next round: Yami Yuugi, Jounouchi, Honda, Malik, and Nii- sama," Mokuba announced.
"I can't believe I've been reduced to this," Kaiba grumbled, taking off his jacket. He gently placed it on a nearby chair, rolled up his sleeves, and approached the mat. "The difficulty in this," he told himself, "is the lack of logical reasoning. As this is a game based on physical strength, balance, and understanding, certain players have a biological advantage. This was observed with Yuugi, who could not reach the circles comfortably. I, on the other hand, have longer limbs that allow for more flexibility. On the other hand, this makes me prone to poorer balance. Based on these facts, I'll have little competition from Jounouchi and Honda whom, besides their physical strength, have little grace. Malik is a bit of a wild card as I doubt there's any impending threat, but he might attempt to pull a trick. He, on the other hand," at which point he glared at Yami Yuugi out of the corner of his eye, "is lacking in height, but also has my analytical skills and incredible luck."
"Hel~lo? Kai~ba?" Jounouchi enunciated. "Do you plan on joining the game or forfeiting now?"
"Quiet, I'm analyzing," Kaiba abruptly snapped, but suddenly wished he hadn't.
"You're 'analyzing' the game? It's Twister! It's like analyzing a pillow fight, there's no purpose to it," Jounouchi jeered.
"And you wonder why you haven't once beaten me at Duel Monsters, considering your approach to games involves luck and improvisation," Kaiba retorted, his competitive sense overtaking his emotions. He carefully walked up to the mat, placing himself between Jounouchi and Yami Yuugi (who was on the end).
"Hajime!"
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Onegai: Please
Onegai shimasu: Please in a more respectable way (like when talking to the almighty authoress! Bwaahahahahaha!)
Ne?: right? A Spanish equivalent would be "verdad?" It's stuck at the end of a sentence to ask for validation, like "This is fun, isn't it?" or "You like grapes, no?"
Author's Notes: Yeah, about the title, I've come to the conclusion that, no, the media doesn't convince kids to do drugs; it sways them in the opposite direction! I use TV, movies, anime, etc. all the time to show my little sister why drugs are bad (like "That 70s Show," "Cowboy Bebop," "The Simpsons," etc). I know it works, 'cuz she gives me this creeped-out look after watching high/drunk/stoned/whatever individuals being stupid/doing stupid things/etc. She's a pretty level-headed kid (must be genetic ^^), so she recognizes the characters as "wow, they're stupid" rather than "they just stole a car while high, and are now going to prison? COOOOL! I wanna be like that when I grow up!" Well, that and the fact that I got "stoned" off of flower essence (it's supposed to be a really mild substance obtained from plants that helps perk you up; apparently I had some kind of reaction and turned into a twitching, delusional, and physically whacked person), which I believe caused her to swear off drugs forever.
Me: Wow, my updates have been pathetic. Nearly a year. Surprised I could even _find_ the files again. See, initially, it was the impending AP exams (which I actually did quite well on) . . . If I had a Sennen ring, they'd be the first ones to go!
Yami Bakura: I don't think it has that power . . .
Me: Shaddap! Of course it does! At least, in my own little fantasy world, which is the only place I'd ever own one anyway. But anyway, the real reason I stopped updating was that, one, I had exactly ONE review and two, I thought my work was crap. However, after receiving a review quite recently (how on Earth they found the story I'll never know), I felt guilty, read the story again, and realized it wasn't too bad . . . not great, but not miserable. At least it's not a Mary Sue. See, reviewing is good. Not reviewing is like killing the story. Quite simple.
Yami Yuugi: Well, let's get the disclaimer done and over with.
Me: Gak! Grammar alert! That sentence ended in a preposition!!! *starts having convulsions*
Jounouchi: I kept telling her taking that class was a bad idea.
Me: Yes, I now see grammar errors, ineffective diction and syntax, and logical fallacies EVERYWHERE. I think my friends all hate me now (Them: You did good. Me: WELL! I did WELL! Them: freak). Yet all the same, through all the insanity, I still can't spell worth beans . . . yay for the wonderful world of phonetic foreign languages!!!
Kaiba: *watching his grammar now to keep up his "genius" reputation* Getting back to the topic of the disclaimer, I have seen some relatively bizarre disclaimers in fan fiction stories. It is a relief that we have normal ones.
Mokuba: I was reading one where all the Yamis had to say it butt-naked!
Kaiba: *goes into overprotective brother mode* NO MORE FANFICTION.NET FOR YOU! *runs off to program internet-protection software (since all of the programs currently out there reek, or at least the one they use at my school)*
Malik: Hey, that's actually a good idea, the whole nude Yami thing.
Me: *waves the Sennen rod* want me to?
Yami Yuugi: *very quickly* TheauthoressdoesnotownYu-Gi- Ohnordoesshepretendtotherewillbeshounenaiinthisficsoifyoudon'tlikeitleaveoth erwisesitbackandenjoy!
Honda: What was that for?
Yami Yuugi: to prevent the inappropriate.
Me: the fic is rated PG-13 . . . which allows me room to have some fun! *waves wand* (YM: it's a rod, dammit, a ROD)
The Yamis: KYAAAAAAA!
Yami Bakura: Hey, actually this isn't too bad.
Yami Yuugi: Yeah, pretty comfortable actually.
Mokuba: *from under a blindfold his brother had slapped over his eyes in anticipation for such an occurrence* What did you do to them?
Me: I saw this really cool fan art piccie with Yami Yuugi in a Chinese dress (ya know, the short, tight kind with a slit up the leg?) and so I gave them all dresses!
Yami Malik: Weee! I look like a magical girl in this!
Honda: Um, let's start the fic already, okay? Onegai shimasu, before this gets any scarier?
Ryou: I think it's kinda cute . . . *gets glomped by . . . anyone, you can decide who*
Yuugi: Also, starting in this chapter, we have to establish "telepathic" speech symbols.
/Yuugi to YamiY/ //YamiY to Yuugi// [Ryou to YamiB] [[YamiB to Ryou]] {Malik to YamiM} {{YamiM to Malik}}
Me: I realize these are not necessarily what other authors/authoresses use, but I really don't care. *pffffft*
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"This one; I think its quite appropriate given that it is rather active and would serve as a good ice breaker," Yami Malik said, walking over to the corner where he had piled the various game pieces. He picked up the white sheet of plastic, walked over, and lay it down on the floor.
"Twister?" Jounouchi asked, eying the colorful dots suspiciously.
"This is a game," Malik informed them, "not of wits or necessarily luck, but of physical skill. Someone spins the arrow tacked onto this piece of cardboard and calls out the color and body part the arrow lands on. Then, the players put that body part, like a right hand, on any of the colored dots that the announcer had shouted out. Example: if the arrow lands on red left foot, everyone has to put their left foot on red."
"And," his yami added quickly, "you can't have two body parts on the same vertical row. If you do, you're out." Malik leaned over and whispered in his yami's ear.
"That's not a rule," he started, but was cut off.
"If I know Kaiba, he'd just keep to himself on the furthermost row, as is the best way to win and avoid human contact. If I remember correctly, the goal here was to stimulate some 'fun,' ne?" He asked with an evil glint in his eye. Malik caught on and nodded.
"There are twelve of us, two too many, meaning that two people can't participate; they can be the referee and spinner," Malik continued.
"That should be Mokuba," Kaiba interjected quickly. "He shouldn't get involved in any of this devilry." With that comment he shot a glare towards the three yamis.
"But, nii-sama," Mokuba beseeched, "they are my friends too; why can't I participate? I've already been through so much with everyone." His pleas fell on deaf ears as Kaiba's protective nature, and not necessarily what Mokuba wanted, took precedence in all of his decisions.
"I don't trust them," he stated bluntly, "and I wish for you to take no part in their schemes; I've already lost you once to their necromancy and I will not allow your life to be in jeopardy again."
"Kaiba, you're being too maternal," Jounouchi scolded lightly, "Mokuba's quite mature and has been through a lot already; let him have some fun."
"I would never forgive myself if Mokuba were sent to the Shadow Realm," he stated quietly. Everyone was surprised at the un-Kaibaness of this comment, but quickly shrugged it off. Not to mention, the spiked punch was starting to kick in a bit.
"Fine then, Mokuba serves as the referee and spinner," Malik directed. "First group to go is Yuugi, Ryou and his spirit, Anzu, and my spirit. Second round, obviously, will consist of myself, Jounouchi, Honda, Kaiba, and the illustrious pharaoh," he added, a bit sarcastic. "The two winners of each round will continue on to the last. You're automatically out if any part of you touches the mat or floor other than your hands or feet. Although magic is banned during this game, any other tactics for winning may be used. Fair enough?" Although a little hesitant about how violent the game could potentially turn, everyone nodded their heads.
"Shoes off!" Yami Malik yelled, sipping a glass of punch.
Anzu had a pleased smirk spread across her face at the fact that out of the bunch, she was the most talented at this type of game. She slipped off her shoes but she stopped suddenly remembering her attire.
"Kuso," she muttered, glancing down at her miniskirt. "Ah, could you guys pause on the game for a sec," she asked, running over to Mokuba. "Um," she whispered hesitantly in his ear, "do you happen to have a pair of shorts that would fit me in your room?" It took him a second to understand her request, but as the insight hit him he smiled and nodded.
"Sure, it'll just take a second," he reassured as he dashed off, Anzu following him. Seto reluctantly followed them.
"Stupid locks," he muttered as he disappeared into the hallway.
"Ok, Malik, what's your scheme this time?" Yami Yuugi harshly whispered to Yami Malik.
"Why, pharaoh, what's wrong in having a little fun?" he asked, but seeing a genuinely curious expression on the Yami's face, decided to let him in on the plan. "Ok, fine, there's actually a purpose to the madness. You people are way too boring. There's not enough action going on if you catch my drift. Plus, the gay factor in this group, excluding that little kid and that one chick, is practically 100%, yet everyone here is so wrapped up in their superego-driven world that they refuse to admit it!"
"'Superego,' you mean you actually pay attention in school?" Yami Yuugi sneered.
"Hey, just psychology, and that's just because they teach about what makes people tick," Yami Malik spat defensively, "and as you know all so well, that's the key to control and manipulation, eh 'pharaoh,?'" This caused Yami Yuugi to grit his teeth; Yami Malik's comment had alluded to the truth. "Anyway, I figured that with the help of a friendly little mind- altering substance (referring to the punch) and the right 'games,' we could get them to open up a bit. I swear, if I see another longing glance coming from one and aimed towards another I am going to get them together forcefully!" he growled, twirling the Sennen rod between his fingers.
"Actually, I must admit that you can be quite insightful sometimes," Yami Yuugi replied with a hint of genuine enjoyment in his voice as he walked back towards his hikari. "So, am I involved in this 'plan' of yours?"
Yami Malik grinned. "But of course. Don't worry; I'll try not to stick you with that blonde kid or anything." Yami Yuugi rolled his eyes.
"Joy, that's reassuring."
Soon after the Kaibas and Anzu returned (she surprisingly enough didn't look too shabby in boy's shorts, probably because there were really small and short on her; granted, as Yami Malik had stated so eloquently before, no one would really notice her no matter what she wore), and the first round commenced with the five players lined up along the side of the sheet with red dots.
"Right foot red," Mokuba told the players. Easily enough, Yuugi, Ryou, Anzu, Malik, and Yami Bakura placed the right foot on a red dot.
"Left hand yellow." This was a bit harder due to the rule about not touching dots on the same row, but after a bit of shuffling, this too was accomplished.
"Right hand green." As he strained to reach across the mat to a green dot, Yuugi slipped slightly and fell. "Sorry, Yuugi, but you're out," Mokuba informed him. Cheerfully, he stood up and walked off the mat.
"It's ok; after all, my height puts me at an immediate disadvantage," he stated nonchalantly from next to his yami.
The game commenced.
"Right foot blue." With a hop, the four moved their right foot up a color.
"Right hand yellow." Again, not too hard, it just involved a little shifting from one color to another.
"Left foot green." This caused a predicament for Ryou who was on the far left hand side and didn't have a row to his left to put his foot on. He tried to place his foot on a green dot directly below Yami Bakura (who was to his right), but slipped and landed on his elbow.
"I'm out," he stated, only slightly disappointed, and got up from the tarp.
"Right hand red." As the remaining three shifted their weight to move their hand backwards, Yami Malik leaned over and whispered something in Yami Bakura's ear. His eyes sparkled at this remark and as he placed his hand on the circle he fell back onto the floor.
"Oops, I guess I fell off," he commented a bit melodramatically.
"Winners for this round are Anzu and Malik's yami," Mokuba announced (jeez, the spirits need names, and they don't call each other "yami" in the show . . . bleh. Owell, put up with my temporary, feigned "ignorance"). Anzu seemed pleased, but rather surprised at how easily she won. After all, seven commands weren't much. Yami Bakura, meanwhile, appeared quite content indeed with his loss.
"I was promised a nice coupling in the next game," he explained quietly to a suspicious-looking Yami Yuugi.
"Time for the next round: Yami Yuugi, Jounouchi, Honda, Malik, and Nii- sama," Mokuba announced.
"I can't believe I've been reduced to this," Kaiba grumbled, taking off his jacket. He gently placed it on a nearby chair, rolled up his sleeves, and approached the mat. "The difficulty in this," he told himself, "is the lack of logical reasoning. As this is a game based on physical strength, balance, and understanding, certain players have a biological advantage. This was observed with Yuugi, who could not reach the circles comfortably. I, on the other hand, have longer limbs that allow for more flexibility. On the other hand, this makes me prone to poorer balance. Based on these facts, I'll have little competition from Jounouchi and Honda whom, besides their physical strength, have little grace. Malik is a bit of a wild card as I doubt there's any impending threat, but he might attempt to pull a trick. He, on the other hand," at which point he glared at Yami Yuugi out of the corner of his eye, "is lacking in height, but also has my analytical skills and incredible luck."
"Hel~lo? Kai~ba?" Jounouchi enunciated. "Do you plan on joining the game or forfeiting now?"
"Quiet, I'm analyzing," Kaiba abruptly snapped, but suddenly wished he hadn't.
"You're 'analyzing' the game? It's Twister! It's like analyzing a pillow fight, there's no purpose to it," Jounouchi jeered.
"And you wonder why you haven't once beaten me at Duel Monsters, considering your approach to games involves luck and improvisation," Kaiba retorted, his competitive sense overtaking his emotions. He carefully walked up to the mat, placing himself between Jounouchi and Yami Yuugi (who was on the end).
"Hajime!"
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Onegai: Please
Onegai shimasu: Please in a more respectable way (like when talking to the almighty authoress! Bwaahahahahaha!)
Ne?: right? A Spanish equivalent would be "verdad?" It's stuck at the end of a sentence to ask for validation, like "This is fun, isn't it?" or "You like grapes, no?"