Thankyou, all, for your reviews!! I hope everyone received great presents!
My brother got a Yu-Gi-Oh colouring book, with stickers in. After
inspecting the Yami stickers, and moving past the Seto pictures, I
discovered Bakura, with his shirt undone. It's a very nice sticker. I want
it. But my brother won't let me have it. Mean little four year old... But
anyway, on with the fic, I suppose...
Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, I would be very rich. I would live in England, or possibly Tweed Heads, and I'd be fabulous at drawing anime. I would also be a man by the name of Kazuki Takahashi. I am none of the above.
Chapter 16: Dedicated Follower of Fashion. (Yes, I've been looking through mum's CD's again...)
* * *
The next day, Ryou and Bakura were followed by insults and snide remarks wherever they went. In the end, Malik had to restrain Bakura a few times, to stop him unleashing powers from the shadow realm upon the school. Kaiba, who was absent for the rest of the week, due to some major programming errors in his virtual game (*damn incompetent employees!*) was spared the assault of the - as Ryou put it - "prejudiced gits". But the story of Yami and Seto was now so widespread that everyone (including a few of the younger teachers) eagerly awaited Yami and Seto's return to school.
* * *
Wednesday passed in a haze of uneventfulness, as high school days are prone to do. Thursday, however, Yami awoke (in his own bed!) in a particularly hyper mood. "Yuuuuuuuuugi!! Wake up!"
The shorter teen, however, was not in such high spirits, especially at 5:30 in the morning. With perseverance, Yami had Yugi out of bed, dressed, and in the kitchen by six o'clock. "Remind me, Yami, why I'm awake at this time of the morning?"
"Shopping! You promised." Yami passed him a chocolate milk.
"I never said anything about skipping school to find you clothes for a date."
"But Yugi..." Yami pouted.
"That pout may work on Kaiba, Yami but... Oh *all right* we'll go."
"Yay!" said Yami, hugging his light.
"Who are you, and what have you done with Yami?" Yugi mumbled, feeling rather... squashed. "One problem, though, stranger."
"What's that?"
"Domino Mall isn't open at six in the morning."
"We're not going to Domino Mall! You can't buy nice clothes at Domino Mall!"
* * *
"Brilliant idea, Yami. Of course you can buy clothes at Domino Mall! Now how do you suppose we find our way home?"
"Home? I haven't bought anything yet!"
"Of course you haven't! We're *lost*!"
"It's okay. We'll hitchhike."
* * *
"How long has it been now?" Yugi whined.
"Only 45 minutes."
"We should have taken that ride with that big guy in the silver BMW."
"I swear I saw him on Japan's Most Wanted."
"You could have done your Mind Crush thing on him if he tried anything?"
"No, I couldn't. But I still don't know why you wouldn't let us go with that single mother."
"Are you kidding? Did you see the way her daughter was looking at you? You wouldn't have survived the trip."
"Well, how about we play a game to pass the time?"
"A *game*?"
"Yeah. Punch Buggy."
"Okay" said Yugi, punching him hard on the arm.
"Ouch! That wasn't a buggy!"
"My mistake..."
* * *
"I hope you know I expect lunch for this."
"Okay."
"And you're doing my chores for a week."
"What do you think of this one?" asked Yami, holding up a blue shirt.
"Brilliant. Fabulous. Now let's eat."
"You, little Yugi, have been spending too much time with Jounouchi. And the whole point of you being here is to help me, which you are obviously not, because if you *were* you would have told me that this shirt is crap. It makes me look pasty."
"Mmmmm... Pastry..."
"Yugi!"
"But..."
"Okay, food court. Then you have to help me." In an effort to save money, they ate at McDonalds, though Yami couldn't stand the stuff. He had heard from someone they made their ice cream sundaes from pig fat, and had avoided the fast food chain ever since. That sort of food wasn't fit for servants in Egypt; why should he, one of the greatest Pharaohs to ever rule the place, eat it of his own accord?
He realised Yugi was jumping up and down, waving madly, which generally meant he had seen one of their friends. Except for that one time at the swimming pool...
"Yami! Yugi! What're you guys doing here?" It was Mai.
"Yami got shot, so now he has to buy clothes to go on a date with Kaiba." Yugi said, being confusing on purpose. Yami tried to explain it properly to Mai, ending up a violent shade of red.
"So, you and Kaiba finally got it together, huh? Well, if you need help clothes shopping, I'm your lady, hun."
* * *
"Mission accomplished!" Mai cried, observing her handiwork. Yami had to give her credit. It was simple yet effective, perfect for dinner tomorrow evening. The top was small, black, and tight in all the right places; emphasising his lean figure. It cut off high enough to show off considerable skin, yet low enough to hide the scar on his right, and was made of thin fabric, light and smooth to the touch. A new pair of tight, hipster leather pants completed the ensemble perfectly. Mai turned to Yugi. "Don't you think he looks good?"
"Sure. I want to molest him on the spot. Now can we go?"
"What about you, girls? You think this one is the best?" Mai asked the group of girls, who had gathered around to watch the fashion show. The audience murmured their approval.
"Okay, that's settled. One more shop, boys."
"Where?" asked Yami curiously.
"You need to get your ear pierced."
* * *
Yami sat in the chair like he was about to be electrocuted, eyeing the small piercing instrument. "I don't think this is a good idea, Mai."
"Yami, it doesn't hurt. Trust me."
"Well, right about now, that thing is looking awfully like a pistol, and I haven't exactly had happy confrontations with hand guns of late." Yugi giggled in the corner.
"Yami. Close your eyes for a moment. Think six-foot-something, dark hair, those crystalline eyes, that deliciously toned body, all yours for a whole entire night..." The teen blushed deep, deep red, his mind racing to very *interesting* mental places, as his light continued to cackle in the corner. He was distracted enough to have his ear pierced, and they left the shopping centre, Yami prepared for his 'hot date'.
* * *
My chapters are getting longer, and harder to name. Reviews are very thankfully accepted, as usual. Is it just me, or does everyone have Yami and/or Seto with a piercing? It's hard to imagine them without, methinks.
Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, I would be very rich. I would live in England, or possibly Tweed Heads, and I'd be fabulous at drawing anime. I would also be a man by the name of Kazuki Takahashi. I am none of the above.
Chapter 16: Dedicated Follower of Fashion. (Yes, I've been looking through mum's CD's again...)
* * *
The next day, Ryou and Bakura were followed by insults and snide remarks wherever they went. In the end, Malik had to restrain Bakura a few times, to stop him unleashing powers from the shadow realm upon the school. Kaiba, who was absent for the rest of the week, due to some major programming errors in his virtual game (*damn incompetent employees!*) was spared the assault of the - as Ryou put it - "prejudiced gits". But the story of Yami and Seto was now so widespread that everyone (including a few of the younger teachers) eagerly awaited Yami and Seto's return to school.
* * *
Wednesday passed in a haze of uneventfulness, as high school days are prone to do. Thursday, however, Yami awoke (in his own bed!) in a particularly hyper mood. "Yuuuuuuuuugi!! Wake up!"
The shorter teen, however, was not in such high spirits, especially at 5:30 in the morning. With perseverance, Yami had Yugi out of bed, dressed, and in the kitchen by six o'clock. "Remind me, Yami, why I'm awake at this time of the morning?"
"Shopping! You promised." Yami passed him a chocolate milk.
"I never said anything about skipping school to find you clothes for a date."
"But Yugi..." Yami pouted.
"That pout may work on Kaiba, Yami but... Oh *all right* we'll go."
"Yay!" said Yami, hugging his light.
"Who are you, and what have you done with Yami?" Yugi mumbled, feeling rather... squashed. "One problem, though, stranger."
"What's that?"
"Domino Mall isn't open at six in the morning."
"We're not going to Domino Mall! You can't buy nice clothes at Domino Mall!"
* * *
"Brilliant idea, Yami. Of course you can buy clothes at Domino Mall! Now how do you suppose we find our way home?"
"Home? I haven't bought anything yet!"
"Of course you haven't! We're *lost*!"
"It's okay. We'll hitchhike."
* * *
"How long has it been now?" Yugi whined.
"Only 45 minutes."
"We should have taken that ride with that big guy in the silver BMW."
"I swear I saw him on Japan's Most Wanted."
"You could have done your Mind Crush thing on him if he tried anything?"
"No, I couldn't. But I still don't know why you wouldn't let us go with that single mother."
"Are you kidding? Did you see the way her daughter was looking at you? You wouldn't have survived the trip."
"Well, how about we play a game to pass the time?"
"A *game*?"
"Yeah. Punch Buggy."
"Okay" said Yugi, punching him hard on the arm.
"Ouch! That wasn't a buggy!"
"My mistake..."
* * *
"I hope you know I expect lunch for this."
"Okay."
"And you're doing my chores for a week."
"What do you think of this one?" asked Yami, holding up a blue shirt.
"Brilliant. Fabulous. Now let's eat."
"You, little Yugi, have been spending too much time with Jounouchi. And the whole point of you being here is to help me, which you are obviously not, because if you *were* you would have told me that this shirt is crap. It makes me look pasty."
"Mmmmm... Pastry..."
"Yugi!"
"But..."
"Okay, food court. Then you have to help me." In an effort to save money, they ate at McDonalds, though Yami couldn't stand the stuff. He had heard from someone they made their ice cream sundaes from pig fat, and had avoided the fast food chain ever since. That sort of food wasn't fit for servants in Egypt; why should he, one of the greatest Pharaohs to ever rule the place, eat it of his own accord?
He realised Yugi was jumping up and down, waving madly, which generally meant he had seen one of their friends. Except for that one time at the swimming pool...
"Yami! Yugi! What're you guys doing here?" It was Mai.
"Yami got shot, so now he has to buy clothes to go on a date with Kaiba." Yugi said, being confusing on purpose. Yami tried to explain it properly to Mai, ending up a violent shade of red.
"So, you and Kaiba finally got it together, huh? Well, if you need help clothes shopping, I'm your lady, hun."
* * *
"Mission accomplished!" Mai cried, observing her handiwork. Yami had to give her credit. It was simple yet effective, perfect for dinner tomorrow evening. The top was small, black, and tight in all the right places; emphasising his lean figure. It cut off high enough to show off considerable skin, yet low enough to hide the scar on his right, and was made of thin fabric, light and smooth to the touch. A new pair of tight, hipster leather pants completed the ensemble perfectly. Mai turned to Yugi. "Don't you think he looks good?"
"Sure. I want to molest him on the spot. Now can we go?"
"What about you, girls? You think this one is the best?" Mai asked the group of girls, who had gathered around to watch the fashion show. The audience murmured their approval.
"Okay, that's settled. One more shop, boys."
"Where?" asked Yami curiously.
"You need to get your ear pierced."
* * *
Yami sat in the chair like he was about to be electrocuted, eyeing the small piercing instrument. "I don't think this is a good idea, Mai."
"Yami, it doesn't hurt. Trust me."
"Well, right about now, that thing is looking awfully like a pistol, and I haven't exactly had happy confrontations with hand guns of late." Yugi giggled in the corner.
"Yami. Close your eyes for a moment. Think six-foot-something, dark hair, those crystalline eyes, that deliciously toned body, all yours for a whole entire night..." The teen blushed deep, deep red, his mind racing to very *interesting* mental places, as his light continued to cackle in the corner. He was distracted enough to have his ear pierced, and they left the shopping centre, Yami prepared for his 'hot date'.
* * *
My chapters are getting longer, and harder to name. Reviews are very thankfully accepted, as usual. Is it just me, or does everyone have Yami and/or Seto with a piercing? It's hard to imagine them without, methinks.