ONE REVIEW! Aaah, well, it's already written up, so I may as well post it.
I'm just avoiding being "part of the family" as my mother puts it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, I do not own Twister (and I can't play it for crap, neither). Don't sue me. I have no money. I just spent it all on "Duellists of the Roses", sadly.
Chapter 2: Man, I feel like a woman.
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Seto looked from the bottle, to the faces of the eleven others sitting around him. Yugi, Ryou and Mokuba looked suddenly concerned. Honda, Otogi, Shizuka and Anzu were watching them expectantly. Mai had one eyebrow raised, and Bakura was still looking at the floor. Yami, meanwhile, was staring pointedly at the ceiling.
Jou stalked forward, and leant in, lips puckered. In one quick, efficient manoeuvre, Jou was in a headlock.
"Well, that was fun. What game are we playing next?"
Mokuba volunteered Twister, which allowed Seto, Yami, Bakura and Ryou a break. Anzu, upon discovering Yami's absence from the Twister party, came to sit with the boys. Seto noticed Yami slump in his chair as she walked over, and smirked. What everyone needed, thought Seto, was more drink.
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Yami tried in vain to block out Anzu's talking. He was nowhere near drunk enough to put up with her constant flirting.
"You look like you need a drink, Yami."
Yami stared at the little glass inches from his face, then up at Kaiba, the wonderful bringer of drink. He snatched the glass and downed it in one, holding the empty glass out for another.
"Thanks, Kaiba" said Yami, before knocking back the second drink. Seto poured another, offering it to Anzu, who scowled. Seto shrugged and drank it himself. Yami watched as Kaiba's beautiful blue eyes closed, his long eyelashes embracing his skin, the clear liquid seeping into his slightly parted mouth. Yami caught his breath. That drink was bloody strong.
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Otogi's face was screwed up in pain as Honda twisted his arm, pretending to reach for the green spot. On the plus side, Shizuka had twisted herself under his arms, and Mai was arched over his back. The Otogi sandwich was finally collapsed by Jou, much to Otogi's dismay. Twister finally over, the party came back to the lounge to find Yami lying on the sofa, clutching an empty bottle of spirits, laughing like a hyena. Kaiba was watching with one eyebrow raised, while Anzu was sitting in a corner, looking distinctly hurt.
"What's wrong, Anzu?" asked Jou.
Anzu looked from Yami to Jou, then to Mokuba. "Later" she muttered. "So, guys, what now?"
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Seto had found the whole scene rather amusing. Yami had drunk almost the whole bottle on his own, and was unbeleivably pissed. Still, Anzu had raved on about nothing in particular, and Yami was looking more and more irritated. Finally, when Anzu made a mostly innocent comment on his low-cut hipster leather pants, Yami snapped.
"Yes, I do have good taste. Unlike you. *You* look like you just walked out of a brothel."
This sudden outburst had rather shocked both Anzu and Seto, the latter of which could not help but see his point. She might as well have turned up in knee high boots and a G-string.
"Who are you trying to impress? Because you just come across desperate and cheap to me, Anzu" said Yami, in a kinder tone. Anzu looked stung.
"As a matter of fact, you, you heartless bastard." said Anzu, tears forming in her eyes.
"You're wasting your time, Anzu." he said calmly, taking another swig from the bottle of spirits. Fairly pointless, considering it was empty.
"Why? Aren't I good enough for you?"
Yami considered. "Not in full on slut mode, no. But seriously, Anzu, in 5000 years of existence, I have never been attracted to a girl."
"You mean... You... You're... GAY?"
The expression on Anzu's face, coupled with the very strong alcoholic content of the spirits, sent Yami into hysterics, which were only now beginning to subside.
"How about Truth or Dare?" suggested Seto, knowing full well Mokuba loved the game, and also having in mind a good humiliation for Jou.
* * *
The next round of drinks were served. Yami had been banned from alcohol for the next hour, despite claiming to have sobered himself with his shadow powers, managing to break an antique vase in the process.
Everyone found seats, or footrests, or cushions, and sat down. Seto immediately turned to Jou.
"Well, mutt, Truth or Dare?"
"I ain't afraid of you, Kaiba. Dare."
"Okay. Shizuka, Mai, Anzu, a little conference if you will?"
Jou was placed in the centre of the room while the girls retrieved bras, G- strings, camisoles and skirts from their overnight bags. Mai also grabbed her make-up bag. The finished product was... rather scary. Jou was sporting a small frilly boob tube and his sister's rah-rah skirt. The straps of a blue satin bra stuffed with toilet paper peeped from behind the boob tube, one strap hanging loosely off his shoulder. Stilettos, at least two sizes too small, completed the ensemble.
But the girls - and Otogi - hadn't stopped there. Waxed legs, plucked eyebrows and Anzu's spare fake eyelashes. Newly pierced ears and a belly button ring. Blood red lipstick, blush, glittery eyeshadow, and to cap it all, blonde ringlets curled around his ears.
Kaiba smirked as he found a digital camera, took a few snaps and loaded them to his laptop. A moment later, the pictures arrived in the inbox of every student at Domino High. A few more clicks, and Katsuya Jounouchi's picture on the official Duellist Kingdom website had been replaced. The party cheered.
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Please, more than one review? Pweeeeeease? Wowie, I sound so desperate.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, I do not own Twister (and I can't play it for crap, neither). Don't sue me. I have no money. I just spent it all on "Duellists of the Roses", sadly.
Chapter 2: Man, I feel like a woman.
* * *
Seto looked from the bottle, to the faces of the eleven others sitting around him. Yugi, Ryou and Mokuba looked suddenly concerned. Honda, Otogi, Shizuka and Anzu were watching them expectantly. Mai had one eyebrow raised, and Bakura was still looking at the floor. Yami, meanwhile, was staring pointedly at the ceiling.
Jou stalked forward, and leant in, lips puckered. In one quick, efficient manoeuvre, Jou was in a headlock.
"Well, that was fun. What game are we playing next?"
Mokuba volunteered Twister, which allowed Seto, Yami, Bakura and Ryou a break. Anzu, upon discovering Yami's absence from the Twister party, came to sit with the boys. Seto noticed Yami slump in his chair as she walked over, and smirked. What everyone needed, thought Seto, was more drink.
* * *
Yami tried in vain to block out Anzu's talking. He was nowhere near drunk enough to put up with her constant flirting.
"You look like you need a drink, Yami."
Yami stared at the little glass inches from his face, then up at Kaiba, the wonderful bringer of drink. He snatched the glass and downed it in one, holding the empty glass out for another.
"Thanks, Kaiba" said Yami, before knocking back the second drink. Seto poured another, offering it to Anzu, who scowled. Seto shrugged and drank it himself. Yami watched as Kaiba's beautiful blue eyes closed, his long eyelashes embracing his skin, the clear liquid seeping into his slightly parted mouth. Yami caught his breath. That drink was bloody strong.
* * *
Otogi's face was screwed up in pain as Honda twisted his arm, pretending to reach for the green spot. On the plus side, Shizuka had twisted herself under his arms, and Mai was arched over his back. The Otogi sandwich was finally collapsed by Jou, much to Otogi's dismay. Twister finally over, the party came back to the lounge to find Yami lying on the sofa, clutching an empty bottle of spirits, laughing like a hyena. Kaiba was watching with one eyebrow raised, while Anzu was sitting in a corner, looking distinctly hurt.
"What's wrong, Anzu?" asked Jou.
Anzu looked from Yami to Jou, then to Mokuba. "Later" she muttered. "So, guys, what now?"
* * *
Seto had found the whole scene rather amusing. Yami had drunk almost the whole bottle on his own, and was unbeleivably pissed. Still, Anzu had raved on about nothing in particular, and Yami was looking more and more irritated. Finally, when Anzu made a mostly innocent comment on his low-cut hipster leather pants, Yami snapped.
"Yes, I do have good taste. Unlike you. *You* look like you just walked out of a brothel."
This sudden outburst had rather shocked both Anzu and Seto, the latter of which could not help but see his point. She might as well have turned up in knee high boots and a G-string.
"Who are you trying to impress? Because you just come across desperate and cheap to me, Anzu" said Yami, in a kinder tone. Anzu looked stung.
"As a matter of fact, you, you heartless bastard." said Anzu, tears forming in her eyes.
"You're wasting your time, Anzu." he said calmly, taking another swig from the bottle of spirits. Fairly pointless, considering it was empty.
"Why? Aren't I good enough for you?"
Yami considered. "Not in full on slut mode, no. But seriously, Anzu, in 5000 years of existence, I have never been attracted to a girl."
"You mean... You... You're... GAY?"
The expression on Anzu's face, coupled with the very strong alcoholic content of the spirits, sent Yami into hysterics, which were only now beginning to subside.
"How about Truth or Dare?" suggested Seto, knowing full well Mokuba loved the game, and also having in mind a good humiliation for Jou.
* * *
The next round of drinks were served. Yami had been banned from alcohol for the next hour, despite claiming to have sobered himself with his shadow powers, managing to break an antique vase in the process.
Everyone found seats, or footrests, or cushions, and sat down. Seto immediately turned to Jou.
"Well, mutt, Truth or Dare?"
"I ain't afraid of you, Kaiba. Dare."
"Okay. Shizuka, Mai, Anzu, a little conference if you will?"
Jou was placed in the centre of the room while the girls retrieved bras, G- strings, camisoles and skirts from their overnight bags. Mai also grabbed her make-up bag. The finished product was... rather scary. Jou was sporting a small frilly boob tube and his sister's rah-rah skirt. The straps of a blue satin bra stuffed with toilet paper peeped from behind the boob tube, one strap hanging loosely off his shoulder. Stilettos, at least two sizes too small, completed the ensemble.
But the girls - and Otogi - hadn't stopped there. Waxed legs, plucked eyebrows and Anzu's spare fake eyelashes. Newly pierced ears and a belly button ring. Blood red lipstick, blush, glittery eyeshadow, and to cap it all, blonde ringlets curled around his ears.
Kaiba smirked as he found a digital camera, took a few snaps and loaded them to his laptop. A moment later, the pictures arrived in the inbox of every student at Domino High. A few more clicks, and Katsuya Jounouchi's picture on the official Duellist Kingdom website had been replaced. The party cheered.
* * *
Please, more than one review? Pweeeeeease? Wowie, I sound so desperate.