KIWI'S NOTES: *yawn* I just had to reformat this entire chapter. In Notepad.
I'm still missing chapter 10. If anyone has it in their grasp, please email it to me at kiwi@sennen-ring.net.
Logo has computer access again! She says she has a new fic in the works, and while she has not given up on writing a fic set in canon, she sees no point in ditching her little "style" to do so. However, I'm currently still updating THIS fic for her, as her access is limited due to school filters.
However, she says:
"Hey all! I plead for your forgiveness on the fanfiction front and would like to ask if all the readers here would like to join me in the ritualistic burning of my computer's corpse. And maybe contribute towards a new one? Okay, sorry, sorry. I just need a computer. Filters cut things half way through randomly, which pisses me off."
"I've noticed that my name for Yami Malik seems to have been adopted by a lot of people. It's nice to see that my work has had an impact, but please... stop? It's annoying me. I don't like to see something I thought was unique to me being spread so much."
"That's all I really have to say at the moment. These are going in the author notes, so I have to keep it short otherwise you'll all come and cannibalise me. Well, seeya! I'm getting to my new fic soon... it features Yugi being short."
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STRESS REMEDY
By Logo
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Boredom struck long ago. Yarik has calmed down significantly, which, for the record, is a good thing. A very good thing. He's a lot more serious when he settles down, though. Just don't show him anything depressing, or he'll get angsty, and angsty Yarik is NOT good, because it affects his 'destroy' instincts. Yes, he goes through a lot of mood swings. He is quite definitely the moodiest person I have ever met, in either life.
Ryou's on the computer, with Yugi. He seems to be immersed in an instant message conversation. He's not even checking the browser for that fanfiction he's been reading since... well, ages ago. And that's quite strange. Yami, Yarik and Marik are in the kitchen. I'm not concerned about the Pringles. I snatched them a little after the spider incident and hid them under my futon.
I'm currently just lying on the settee, with my legs hanging off the back. From my current point of view, everything is upside down. Okay, so the blood is rushing to my head, but I don't really care. Joey is finding out what videos we have. We have quite a lot of them, the only problem is that most of them are either old or crap. And there's a couple that belong to the little kid next door who Ryou looks after sometimes. He's getting the boxes everywhere. Quite dangerous, considering Yami's recent luck. He's annoying when hyper, but he makes up for it by tripping over every single object available to be tripped over.
I hope Joey leaves them there.
And then Yami can trip over them and crack his head on the mantelpiece. Mm, blood.
Marik returns, with a glass of Pepsi. I think everyone likes Pepsi. It's like a worldwide addiction or something.
"Hey, who are you talking to?" he asks Ryou, who is STILL deep in instant message conversation.
"Some bitch who has made her way around my blocks specifically to drive me nuts."
"It's Ryou's little stalker," Yugi adds. "She has loads of accounts on AIM, she's probably a professional arguer stalker person."
What? They must be joking, stalker-thing can't be back, can it? I make a mental note to go online later and deal with this psycho in one way or another. I sit up and lean over the back of the settee to read the conversation. Marik sits next to me. No matter how much I like him, I will tear him apart if he gives me his cold. Admittedly, I don't know if I can actually get a cold, because I'm dead, but...
The conversation consists mostly of various attempts from Ryou to get her to fuck off, and stalker-thing being all persistent. It's doing that thing again. That 'all my friends and me think you're just using that whole thing as an excuse to go out with the other girl' thing. And that he's admitted to going out with this other girl. Now, who might this other girl be? Oh, I know, could Ryou possibly be lying to get her to take the hint? I wonder...
You know what? I've officially given up on trying to humiliate stalker-thing. It is unable to be humiliated. It's unable to do anything in terms of emotion. The patheticality (yes, I know it's not a word, but it is now, because I said so) of the creature is mindboggling. Now, my current mission is to get it to leave Ryou alone. How dare it go round his blocks? I KNOW he blocked it from just about everything he can block it from. Even LiveJournal.
Ryou is shaking. He's pissed. He's really pissed. Look, even I'm scared of Ryou when he's pissed, so that gives you a rough idea. He also has a habit of taking his anger out on everyone else, even if he doesn't mean to. Which means EVERYONE has to watch what they say now, and that's going to be a little tough. I dread to think what'll happen if Yarik gets on his nerves, because if Ryou snaps, Yarik will definitely retaliate.
Stalker-thing is blocked. A new AIM window pops up with a different screenname. It's stalker-thing again.
It's gone from 'fuck-off-no-I-don't-want-to' to an all out war.
"Let me take over," Marik orders, pushing Ryou out of the way. Ryou is not happy, and hits his shoulder. Can't exactly say Ryou's intimidating in terms of physical strength. He might leave a little bruise. Marik almost hits him back. He's lucky he didn't, I would've killed him. NOBODY touches my Ryou. Yes, I'm a little overprotective. I have every right to be.
Well, Ryou heads off into the kitchen. This means I follow.
INTO THE JAWS OF CHAOS!
Note to self: Never leave Yarik and Yami alone in a room together. Especially not in a room with Pepsi and alcohol.
Or maybe I should, because Yami suffers most of the damage. It appears that Yarik thought it appropriate to draw on him with squirty cream and the squeezy bottle of strawberry sauce. What a waste, to think where else that could have gone... mm, Ryou... Anyway, Yami now has his head in the sink, getting the stuff out of his hair. Possibly drowning. Maybe I should go hold his head down. Yarik, on the other hand, is quite happily trying to power trip, and is explaining his plan to destroy the world's transportation to Yami. Who, coincidentally, is ignoring him. Not that Yarik cares, this whole plan isn't serious in the first place. You can tell, because when he's being serious, his plan actually stands a chance of working, and doesn't involve ponies.
It's best to leave Yarik well alone when he's power-tripping while in a childish mood, particularly when he's managed to get hold of the Pepsi Max. It doesn't really matter, because he's not homicidal when he's like that, he's just able to prove you wrong in very embarrassing ways. He KNOWS his excuse is wrong, but it can't be argued against, and that's what matters.
Yami makes a point of getting me wet by shaking the water out of his hair. "What do you want, Bakura?"
"Oh, I was just following Ryou," I respond. "You wasted the squirty cream," Ryou complains. He's pouting slightly. Oh, so he wanted it? I suppose I could go steal some more, and 'waste' that can as well...
"No, Yarik wasted the squirty cream," Yami corrects him. "I tried to save the Pepsi."
In other words, an empty Pepsi bottle is now adorning the floor. Easy to guess where the former contents went. The contents are now the contents of new containers, namely various stomachs. Not including mine, because some people just aren't considerate enough to leave me any.
Yarik is currently occupied, watching the kettle boil. Well, he has to do SOMETHING. But watching the kettle boil is exceptionally pathetic. I, of course, can't resist telling him so, but I stay on my toes in case he takes it as an insult.
"Shut up, it's part of my plan to destroy the world."
"He's come up with three different world-destruction plans since Marik left," Yami informs me, sighing. "You probably heard - I'm pretty sure he was just trying to kill my brain."
"I wonder what'll happen if I poured this over Yami's head..." Yarik wonders, still staring at the now-boiled kettle. Yami immediately looks nervous, and leaves, muttering something about ice cream to Ryou. Ice cream? I think I need my ears checked. No, wait, Ryou grabbed the ice cream out of the freezer, my ears are fine.
Ryou grabs other stuff to do with ice cream (like, for example, spoons and bowls) and takes them into the living room. They'd better save stuff for me this time.
"So, you seem to be having fun," I say to Yarik. I climb up on the kitchen counter. Ryou doesn't like it when I sit on the counter. He tells me they're not meant to be sat on. Well, if they're not meant to be sat on, why the fuck do they make them so comfortable?
They're so useful, kitchen counters are. Versatile, even. I mean, you can sit on them, eat from them, sleep on them (as I learned once when drunk), prepare food on them, prepare OTHER things on them, have sex on them... you get the idea.
Where was I? I got lost in thought again. Trying to figure out where on the kitchen counter I could fuck Ryou senseless without banging my head on an overhanging cupboard. Which, for the record, I have just done. It hurt quite a lot. The pain is not helped by Yarik laughing at me.
"So, are you going to answer my question or just stare into space?" he asks.
In response, I make some indecipherable noises. I was supposed to respond in an understandable way, but I was trying to say two things at once, which is never a good idea because jumbled messes are unavoidable.
"I asked you if you'd gotten into Ryou's pants yet."
Um, let's see... well, there was that time when... no wait, that was me daydreaming. "No."
"Intend to get some action within this millennia?"
"..." Yes, what an appropriate response.
"Well, since you're obviously never going to actually get Ryou in bed... or another appropriate location... I'd happily volunteer to rid you of your sexual frustration."
"I bet you would."
"So that's a yes?"
"That's a no."
"Meanie."
I'll never understand how this guy can go from serious to childish so fast. You get used to it, but it'll never cease to irritate. So it's no real surprise when my whole body seems to twitch.
Yarik mentions something about Marik. What about Marik? I don't know, I wasn't listening, the word 'Marik' just stood out. I'm occupied in a kitchen counter fantasy, thank you very much.
There are many nice things in the kitchen. Like the squirty cream. I wonder if there's even any left, after Yami and Yarik 'played' with it?
You know what? Spacing out is bad. I now have strawberry syrup in my hair. DAMMIT!
Yarik leaves the kitchen really fast, probably due to the presence of ice cream in the other room. Or my glaring scared him, which I doubt, because this is Yarik. Which is why I'm not gloating. He's probably planning something really nasty against me.
Well, I have to go to the bathroom. Not for the usual reasons, I'm just not amused by the thought of walking around with a strawberry syrup smiley face in my hair.
So, I try to head for the bathroom, but Yugi blocks me off at the top of the stairs. What the fuck does he want? I am NOT letting him anywhere near my crotch, if that's what he's thinking.
"Hey Bakura."
"What do you want?" I snap.
"I was just wondering something... well, do you like Ryou?" What? Hah, seems the midget has more observational skill than the Pharaoh.
"He's my hikari dammit, figure it out."
"Not like that! You know..."
"Even if I did, it wouldn't be any of your business, would it?" And I slam the bathroom door and grab the shower.
Now, I wonder what the midget's up to? He doesn't normally just ask questions like that...
END OF PART 7
I'm still missing chapter 10. If anyone has it in their grasp, please email it to me at kiwi@sennen-ring.net.
Logo has computer access again! She says she has a new fic in the works, and while she has not given up on writing a fic set in canon, she sees no point in ditching her little "style" to do so. However, I'm currently still updating THIS fic for her, as her access is limited due to school filters.
However, she says:
"Hey all! I plead for your forgiveness on the fanfiction front and would like to ask if all the readers here would like to join me in the ritualistic burning of my computer's corpse. And maybe contribute towards a new one? Okay, sorry, sorry. I just need a computer. Filters cut things half way through randomly, which pisses me off."
"I've noticed that my name for Yami Malik seems to have been adopted by a lot of people. It's nice to see that my work has had an impact, but please... stop? It's annoying me. I don't like to see something I thought was unique to me being spread so much."
"That's all I really have to say at the moment. These are going in the author notes, so I have to keep it short otherwise you'll all come and cannibalise me. Well, seeya! I'm getting to my new fic soon... it features Yugi being short."
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STRESS REMEDY
By Logo
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Boredom struck long ago. Yarik has calmed down significantly, which, for the record, is a good thing. A very good thing. He's a lot more serious when he settles down, though. Just don't show him anything depressing, or he'll get angsty, and angsty Yarik is NOT good, because it affects his 'destroy' instincts. Yes, he goes through a lot of mood swings. He is quite definitely the moodiest person I have ever met, in either life.
Ryou's on the computer, with Yugi. He seems to be immersed in an instant message conversation. He's not even checking the browser for that fanfiction he's been reading since... well, ages ago. And that's quite strange. Yami, Yarik and Marik are in the kitchen. I'm not concerned about the Pringles. I snatched them a little after the spider incident and hid them under my futon.
I'm currently just lying on the settee, with my legs hanging off the back. From my current point of view, everything is upside down. Okay, so the blood is rushing to my head, but I don't really care. Joey is finding out what videos we have. We have quite a lot of them, the only problem is that most of them are either old or crap. And there's a couple that belong to the little kid next door who Ryou looks after sometimes. He's getting the boxes everywhere. Quite dangerous, considering Yami's recent luck. He's annoying when hyper, but he makes up for it by tripping over every single object available to be tripped over.
I hope Joey leaves them there.
And then Yami can trip over them and crack his head on the mantelpiece. Mm, blood.
Marik returns, with a glass of Pepsi. I think everyone likes Pepsi. It's like a worldwide addiction or something.
"Hey, who are you talking to?" he asks Ryou, who is STILL deep in instant message conversation.
"Some bitch who has made her way around my blocks specifically to drive me nuts."
"It's Ryou's little stalker," Yugi adds. "She has loads of accounts on AIM, she's probably a professional arguer stalker person."
What? They must be joking, stalker-thing can't be back, can it? I make a mental note to go online later and deal with this psycho in one way or another. I sit up and lean over the back of the settee to read the conversation. Marik sits next to me. No matter how much I like him, I will tear him apart if he gives me his cold. Admittedly, I don't know if I can actually get a cold, because I'm dead, but...
The conversation consists mostly of various attempts from Ryou to get her to fuck off, and stalker-thing being all persistent. It's doing that thing again. That 'all my friends and me think you're just using that whole thing as an excuse to go out with the other girl' thing. And that he's admitted to going out with this other girl. Now, who might this other girl be? Oh, I know, could Ryou possibly be lying to get her to take the hint? I wonder...
You know what? I've officially given up on trying to humiliate stalker-thing. It is unable to be humiliated. It's unable to do anything in terms of emotion. The patheticality (yes, I know it's not a word, but it is now, because I said so) of the creature is mindboggling. Now, my current mission is to get it to leave Ryou alone. How dare it go round his blocks? I KNOW he blocked it from just about everything he can block it from. Even LiveJournal.
Ryou is shaking. He's pissed. He's really pissed. Look, even I'm scared of Ryou when he's pissed, so that gives you a rough idea. He also has a habit of taking his anger out on everyone else, even if he doesn't mean to. Which means EVERYONE has to watch what they say now, and that's going to be a little tough. I dread to think what'll happen if Yarik gets on his nerves, because if Ryou snaps, Yarik will definitely retaliate.
Stalker-thing is blocked. A new AIM window pops up with a different screenname. It's stalker-thing again.
It's gone from 'fuck-off-no-I-don't-want-to' to an all out war.
"Let me take over," Marik orders, pushing Ryou out of the way. Ryou is not happy, and hits his shoulder. Can't exactly say Ryou's intimidating in terms of physical strength. He might leave a little bruise. Marik almost hits him back. He's lucky he didn't, I would've killed him. NOBODY touches my Ryou. Yes, I'm a little overprotective. I have every right to be.
Well, Ryou heads off into the kitchen. This means I follow.
INTO THE JAWS OF CHAOS!
Note to self: Never leave Yarik and Yami alone in a room together. Especially not in a room with Pepsi and alcohol.
Or maybe I should, because Yami suffers most of the damage. It appears that Yarik thought it appropriate to draw on him with squirty cream and the squeezy bottle of strawberry sauce. What a waste, to think where else that could have gone... mm, Ryou... Anyway, Yami now has his head in the sink, getting the stuff out of his hair. Possibly drowning. Maybe I should go hold his head down. Yarik, on the other hand, is quite happily trying to power trip, and is explaining his plan to destroy the world's transportation to Yami. Who, coincidentally, is ignoring him. Not that Yarik cares, this whole plan isn't serious in the first place. You can tell, because when he's being serious, his plan actually stands a chance of working, and doesn't involve ponies.
It's best to leave Yarik well alone when he's power-tripping while in a childish mood, particularly when he's managed to get hold of the Pepsi Max. It doesn't really matter, because he's not homicidal when he's like that, he's just able to prove you wrong in very embarrassing ways. He KNOWS his excuse is wrong, but it can't be argued against, and that's what matters.
Yami makes a point of getting me wet by shaking the water out of his hair. "What do you want, Bakura?"
"Oh, I was just following Ryou," I respond. "You wasted the squirty cream," Ryou complains. He's pouting slightly. Oh, so he wanted it? I suppose I could go steal some more, and 'waste' that can as well...
"No, Yarik wasted the squirty cream," Yami corrects him. "I tried to save the Pepsi."
In other words, an empty Pepsi bottle is now adorning the floor. Easy to guess where the former contents went. The contents are now the contents of new containers, namely various stomachs. Not including mine, because some people just aren't considerate enough to leave me any.
Yarik is currently occupied, watching the kettle boil. Well, he has to do SOMETHING. But watching the kettle boil is exceptionally pathetic. I, of course, can't resist telling him so, but I stay on my toes in case he takes it as an insult.
"Shut up, it's part of my plan to destroy the world."
"He's come up with three different world-destruction plans since Marik left," Yami informs me, sighing. "You probably heard - I'm pretty sure he was just trying to kill my brain."
"I wonder what'll happen if I poured this over Yami's head..." Yarik wonders, still staring at the now-boiled kettle. Yami immediately looks nervous, and leaves, muttering something about ice cream to Ryou. Ice cream? I think I need my ears checked. No, wait, Ryou grabbed the ice cream out of the freezer, my ears are fine.
Ryou grabs other stuff to do with ice cream (like, for example, spoons and bowls) and takes them into the living room. They'd better save stuff for me this time.
"So, you seem to be having fun," I say to Yarik. I climb up on the kitchen counter. Ryou doesn't like it when I sit on the counter. He tells me they're not meant to be sat on. Well, if they're not meant to be sat on, why the fuck do they make them so comfortable?
They're so useful, kitchen counters are. Versatile, even. I mean, you can sit on them, eat from them, sleep on them (as I learned once when drunk), prepare food on them, prepare OTHER things on them, have sex on them... you get the idea.
Where was I? I got lost in thought again. Trying to figure out where on the kitchen counter I could fuck Ryou senseless without banging my head on an overhanging cupboard. Which, for the record, I have just done. It hurt quite a lot. The pain is not helped by Yarik laughing at me.
"So, are you going to answer my question or just stare into space?" he asks.
In response, I make some indecipherable noises. I was supposed to respond in an understandable way, but I was trying to say two things at once, which is never a good idea because jumbled messes are unavoidable.
"I asked you if you'd gotten into Ryou's pants yet."
Um, let's see... well, there was that time when... no wait, that was me daydreaming. "No."
"Intend to get some action within this millennia?"
"..." Yes, what an appropriate response.
"Well, since you're obviously never going to actually get Ryou in bed... or another appropriate location... I'd happily volunteer to rid you of your sexual frustration."
"I bet you would."
"So that's a yes?"
"That's a no."
"Meanie."
I'll never understand how this guy can go from serious to childish so fast. You get used to it, but it'll never cease to irritate. So it's no real surprise when my whole body seems to twitch.
Yarik mentions something about Marik. What about Marik? I don't know, I wasn't listening, the word 'Marik' just stood out. I'm occupied in a kitchen counter fantasy, thank you very much.
There are many nice things in the kitchen. Like the squirty cream. I wonder if there's even any left, after Yami and Yarik 'played' with it?
You know what? Spacing out is bad. I now have strawberry syrup in my hair. DAMMIT!
Yarik leaves the kitchen really fast, probably due to the presence of ice cream in the other room. Or my glaring scared him, which I doubt, because this is Yarik. Which is why I'm not gloating. He's probably planning something really nasty against me.
Well, I have to go to the bathroom. Not for the usual reasons, I'm just not amused by the thought of walking around with a strawberry syrup smiley face in my hair.
So, I try to head for the bathroom, but Yugi blocks me off at the top of the stairs. What the fuck does he want? I am NOT letting him anywhere near my crotch, if that's what he's thinking.
"Hey Bakura."
"What do you want?" I snap.
"I was just wondering something... well, do you like Ryou?" What? Hah, seems the midget has more observational skill than the Pharaoh.
"He's my hikari dammit, figure it out."
"Not like that! You know..."
"Even if I did, it wouldn't be any of your business, would it?" And I slam the bathroom door and grab the shower.
Now, I wonder what the midget's up to? He doesn't normally just ask questions like that...
END OF PART 7