To redwalgrl: "Tis I, fair maiden of the hilarious fanfics! There is no
other Dew-Shan, FYI, since I made up the name. ^_^
To TN5: YAY BISHIE!!! *Hugs Tishie Bishie (I couldn't decide on a bishie, so I made one up ^_^)* Thankies. I do love him more though. The only reason I don't write a romance involving me and Yami is because Marik would get jealous! ^_^
Marik: No, I really wouldn't-
Me: *THE Death Glare of DOOOOOOOOM* What?
Marik: Ahem. I LOVE YOU! *Glomps*
Me: ^_^ Anyway, I fixed the solid text-y-ness of the first chappie! Enjoy next chappie!!!
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As Yami was escaping a potential death-by-glomping, Bakura was watching TV while Royu, who currently had custody of the body, made eggs.
"Isn't they're anything good on?" Asked Royu as he leaned in to the living room to glance at the infomercial his yami was watching.
"Yes."
"Why don't you change the channel, then?" Suggested Royu as he scooped the eggs into a bowl.
"Why don't you give me the body, then?" Bakura suggested hopefully.
"But. wouldn't you use it to kill my friends and steal Yugi's puzzle?" Asked a "puzzled" (^_^ get it?) Royu with a mouth full of egg.
"Why, hakiri! I am shocked that you would think such a thing!"
"Well. okay!" The ditzy Brit agreed. "But you have to promise to pay the bills."
"Fine. Where's the tax collector?" Asked Bakura as he glanced away from the precious infomercial to look out the window. "In fact, I haven't seen a forum around, let alone a Senate."
The boy and the Egyptian changed places, giving Bakura the eggs and Royu the couch. "No, we pay the bills through the mail now!" Smiled Royu.
"Bakura went to the mail on the table and swallowed the eggs hard. "Property tax? Credit card bills? INTREST?! Royu, since when are you interested in money? Screw this, I'm going shopping for leather clothes!" He snached up the checkbook and walked to the door.
"Bu-but-but, you said!" Royu whimpered. "How can I pay the bills when I can't pick up a pen?"
"I don't know, and I don't care! I'm off to the mall!"
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Yami got up and brushed himself off. He was hoping that was the last of crazy fangirls he would encounter on his walk. He thought it best to keep to this ally, as to not attract attention.
That was his mistake.
"And stay out, you crazy brunette!" Yelled a fat, greasy man by the name of Luigi Giovanni, head of the. er. Italian "Club," as he threw a five foot girl with long brown hair out of his pizzeria.
It was TN5.
Yami nearly fainted with fear.
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How'd ya like it? TELL ME!!! R+R, PPL!!! ^_~
To TN5: YAY BISHIE!!! *Hugs Tishie Bishie (I couldn't decide on a bishie, so I made one up ^_^)* Thankies. I do love him more though. The only reason I don't write a romance involving me and Yami is because Marik would get jealous! ^_^
Marik: No, I really wouldn't-
Me: *THE Death Glare of DOOOOOOOOM* What?
Marik: Ahem. I LOVE YOU! *Glomps*
Me: ^_^ Anyway, I fixed the solid text-y-ness of the first chappie! Enjoy next chappie!!!
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As Yami was escaping a potential death-by-glomping, Bakura was watching TV while Royu, who currently had custody of the body, made eggs.
"Isn't they're anything good on?" Asked Royu as he leaned in to the living room to glance at the infomercial his yami was watching.
"Yes."
"Why don't you change the channel, then?" Suggested Royu as he scooped the eggs into a bowl.
"Why don't you give me the body, then?" Bakura suggested hopefully.
"But. wouldn't you use it to kill my friends and steal Yugi's puzzle?" Asked a "puzzled" (^_^ get it?) Royu with a mouth full of egg.
"Why, hakiri! I am shocked that you would think such a thing!"
"Well. okay!" The ditzy Brit agreed. "But you have to promise to pay the bills."
"Fine. Where's the tax collector?" Asked Bakura as he glanced away from the precious infomercial to look out the window. "In fact, I haven't seen a forum around, let alone a Senate."
The boy and the Egyptian changed places, giving Bakura the eggs and Royu the couch. "No, we pay the bills through the mail now!" Smiled Royu.
"Bakura went to the mail on the table and swallowed the eggs hard. "Property tax? Credit card bills? INTREST?! Royu, since when are you interested in money? Screw this, I'm going shopping for leather clothes!" He snached up the checkbook and walked to the door.
"Bu-but-but, you said!" Royu whimpered. "How can I pay the bills when I can't pick up a pen?"
"I don't know, and I don't care! I'm off to the mall!"
-------MEANWHILE.-------
Yami got up and brushed himself off. He was hoping that was the last of crazy fangirls he would encounter on his walk. He thought it best to keep to this ally, as to not attract attention.
That was his mistake.
"And stay out, you crazy brunette!" Yelled a fat, greasy man by the name of Luigi Giovanni, head of the. er. Italian "Club," as he threw a five foot girl with long brown hair out of his pizzeria.
It was TN5.
Yami nearly fainted with fear.
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How'd ya like it? TELL ME!!! R+R, PPL!!! ^_~