Fantasy
Yami no Kelly Noel
January 6, 2003
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!
A/n:
(Kelly: *snapped out of it* That last chapter sucked.)
Hey, what do you mean by "sucked?!"
(Kelly: I mean it sucked! If you dislike that word here are some other words courtesy of Jounouchi: reeked, bombed, stunk, bit the dust, was about as good as the guy who does Insector Haga's [Weevil Underwood's] dub voice-)
*GASP* THAT JUST GOES TOO FAR!
(Kelly: Truth hurts sweets.)
Oh yeah, it's gonna hurt… it's gonna hurt Jounouchi bad… *stops* And did you just call me sweets?
(It's been a long week…)
Weakling, it's only her first week back at school and she's already as whipped as a herd of Renegade Scapegoat.
Renegade Scapegoat: HEY!
Pink Renegade Scapegoat: *wearing a red flannel shirt* I am manly! *eats an odd reddish substance* Hormel Chili… DEMAND IT!
- -;;;;;; Muses… why did I have to have muses?
(Kelly: Just think of it as pay back for all the torment you caused me through out the years, driving me insane and trying to shove me down random plot holes when we both had separate bodies…)
Ah… the good ol' days… ^-^ *dreamy expression*
(Kelly: - -;)
Disclaimer: Meow. I am cute street kitty Nyan-Nyan. Come see my dress up antics and give this lost little kitty some milk… A purrfect purrformance… Hey wait a second! This isn't the disclaimer! It doesn't even mention Yu-Gi-Oh and how I don't own it!
(Kelly: - -; Looks like Jounouchi left another X rated magazine at the house again…)
- Yami no Kelly N.
-(Kelly Noel)
With special appearances by the Renegade Scapegoat and Hormel Chili… DEMAND IT!
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Recap:
Is there a point to this? I mean you know what happened, right? You did read the last chapter, right? You did review to the last chapter, right? You'd better have or it's gonna get messy in here. You're bishies are in my insane, demented hands. I've already thrashed the other non-reviewing individual's favorite bishies! YOURS COULD BE NEXT!
Ha…
Muah…
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You know what's odd I haven't gotten any reviews begging for Yami no Yugi… oddness… and this chapter will reflect on the YGO Falsebound Kingdom game that has my Hikari's butt glued to the floor in a futile attempt to liberate Yami no Yugi's forces. She's stuck on saving Anzu. No wonder she's upset…
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Yami no Yugi, the ancient spirit residing in Yugi's Sennen item, which, by the way, has special powers and also doubles as a puzzle if you get bored, got up and looked out the window of his room.
"This," he stated, "Begins a new day. For I shall expand my empire beyond the limits of man. Yes, I shall…" However, he was not able to finish his wordy and grandiose speech, for Yugi woke up immediately afterwards and kicked Yami into the soul room, where he proceeded to pout and do unnatural things to embalming jars.
Yugi dawned his new hero outfit that looked oddly identical to the one he wore in the original three episode virtual game series, because my hikari found him to be incredibly cute in it and Yami no Yugi: incredibly sexy.
Despite that he was dressed for success and had full control over his body, something was not right. No something was terribly wrong. Almost as wrong as that Nyan-Nyan kitty disclaimer. Something weighted heavily on his mind as he thought about the plan for today, if his hairstyle was really weird, and if he should have toast or pancakes for breakfast. For Yugi as you know, was a very deep and perplexing kid.
But else where, even as Yugi tried to figure out if virtual hair gel would work on his seemingly real hair, the forces of Darkness, Chaos and, of course, Evil gathered. Their ultimate goal envisioned. They had all the resources necessary to implement it. The world, or rather the virtual world, as everyone knew it, was about to come to an abrupt and violent end. Yes, they were planning…
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"So which one of us is which?" Isis asked confused as to whether she was Evil, Darkness, or Chaos.
"How many times must we go over this?!" Malik shouted aggravated at the fact that his sister knew nothing about being evil… which is why he called that name first.
"I'm sorry, but I'm new to the whole vengeance and wanting a power that should be mine even though I've done absolutely nothing to deserve other than learn how to throw down random pieces of paper marked with ink and fake ATK/DEF points onto a duel disk, which I didn't even have to purchase, thing!"
"On the plus side you've got the villain rambling part down to an art form."
"Malik…" Isis said, her voice barely balancing on the sanity line.
"Okay, okay…" Malik mumbled, not wanting Isis to have another crying fit. "I'm Evil, Rishid is Chaos, and you're Darkness."
"Why can't I be Light?"
"It doesn't work that way…" Malik responded through gritted his teeth.
"Why not?"
"Because it doesn't!" So the two continued their bickering. They argued about whether or not pink was a suitable color for men's shirts, and if Domino High School's homecoming dance should contain one of those fondue things everyone liked, and about shoes, and ships, and sealing wax, and what that weird blob like shape in the corner of the pharaoh's tablet was, and cabbages, and kings, and whether or not duck tape was an essential thing in life.
And their bickering went off into many tangents as arguments are liable to do so when you continue them for long periods of time. They were now arguing on what exactly was the best way to eat a Reese, (which is smashing it into little pieces with a hammer or any really dense and heavy object, like Malik's skull, and pouring it into a chocolate malt. Yummy…), when Rishid, or rather, Chaos, finally realized, 'We've been here for hours and we still haven't decided on anything.'
Which, of course, was unfair and untrue, as they had decided, in just the past five minutes of bickering, that blue was, indeed a suitable color for men's underwear to be and that the blob in the corner of Yami no Yugi's tablet resembled that of a small furry animal, most likely a rodent.
"Malik-sama, Isis-sama, is it possible that we could figure out this naming business after we find out what we are going to do to make the hero's lives miserable?" Rishid interrupted, as Isis was arguing to Malik that breaking up a Reese and pouring it into strawberry milk was the best way to eat them.
"Oh fine…!" They both sighed at the same time, Malik then proceeded to pull his lower eyelid down and stick his tongue out at his older sister while she wasn't looking while still managing to look incredibly sexy. And I've changed my mind, The best way to eat a Reece's is to share it with Seto-kun…
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"I'm hungry." Jounouchi groaned, as he, Yugi, Anzu, and Honda made there way through a forest. They had decided to start their journey while they were fresh so they all woke up at 6:00 am, virtual time. This obviously being the freshest time of the day for teenagers as that is when school administrators force them to go to school, or so they say... "And what happened to Kaiba coming along with us?"
"When I went to get him he wasn't in his room." Yugi responded, his mouth full of virtual toast. He felt slightly better now that he'd solved one of three things that weighted heavily on his mind this morning. Toast was definitely the better choice for breakfast. However, the biggest problem was still scratching away at his mind or it could have been Jounouchi who scratching at Yugi's leg for some toast. "You know all you had to do was ask, Jounouchi…" Yugi said as he handed his friend his other piece of toast, little tiny pieces of chewed bread flew from his mouth as he spoke.
"Chew first, Yugi." Anzu winced, as Yugi quickly swallowed. "Now remind me again why we left Bakura-kun?" Anzu finished now that Yugi's chewed bread wasn't protruding from his mouth.
"We didn't leave him." Yugi started, sweat dropping as Anzu raised an eyebrow and looked at him disapprovingly. "Okay we technically we did leave him, but for a good cause. He needs to continue his role as princess until we find the real one."
"That and Yami no Yugi's afraid of his yami." Jounouchi added, as Yugi sweat dropped, hoping that his spirit hadn't heard that. Unfortunately for Jounouchi, he did, but was too preoccupied with something to bother to yell at him for it right now. What he was doing I'm not going to bother to go into right now for more things that have to do with the plot are being explored.
"So then why didn't we tell him the plan?" Honda asked, as Yugi blinked.
"Why are we asking me all the questions?" Yugi asked, slightly irritated at the fact that #1) he didn't have a logical answer for what he did and #2) that he was being asked for a logical answer for what he did and #3) he still didn't know if his hairstyle was weird.
"You're the leader, it's our jobs as friends to nag you about this stuff." Anzu replied, as the other two nodded.
"Ah…"
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"I know you're somewhere around here you little menace…" Shizuka whispered menacingly, as she crawled through the ventilation system, broom in one hand flashlight in the other. "And you will not get Mr. Kaiba's technology!" Her light brown hair was tinted a shade of gray as the ventilation system had not been cleaned in a while now. "Ew… dead bugs…" She groaned taking a crawl back and going down an alternative route. "Eek! Live bugs! Live bugs!"
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Meanwhile with Malik and company a much different conversation was taking place. A intriguing and remarkable discussion indeed…
"I saw the most disturbing thing in the store the other day." Malik started, as Rishid blinked. This was a topic changer.
"What was it?" Isis asked, as curious as her step-brother.
"A Yugi plushie!" Malik exclaimed, as both Isis and Rishid blinked, amazed.
"A what?" Isis asked, wondering if she'd heard right. Her ears still rang slightly from when her brother had made that loud banging sound in them earlier on so she was beginning to wonder if she was slowly going to go deaf.
"It would seem that after Yugi defeated me," Malik coughed before carrying on. A cough that sounded suspiciously like 'I will get him back,' but a cough none the less. "It seems that he has become rather popular."
"Amazing! Yugi-kun is a celebrity." Isis commented as Malik sweat dropped. Was he the only one who still held a grudge against his rival?
"I'm surprised that it was only $2.50." Rishid added, taking out a Yugi plushie from his lent out cloak. Malik gawked horrified.
"Why did you buy that thing?!" Malik screeched, much to the dismay of Rishid. His face faltered as he realized he'd displeased his master.
"A plushie of Yugi-kun is only $2.50?" Isis asked, taking it from Rishid's hands to inspect it.
"Shut up Isis." Malik snarled, hatred burning furiously in his violet eyes.
"No." Isis remarked whacking him upside the head. "It so cool Rishid! Can I have it?"
"Of course Isis-sama!" Rishid responded as Malik continued to fume.
"Kill it." He growled to Rishid, who blinked.
"But it's not alive." He defended as Isis continued to hug it. She had grown quite fond of Yugi-kun, as he had helped save her brother from being swallowed up by the darkness and all.
"So then get me one so I can throw darts at!"
"I second the motion of the mortal in purple." All heads turned to where Bakura stood, crooked smile on his face, Sennen Ring glowing furiously. This was not Bakura as everyone soon deducted, but the spirit that resided with in his own magical pendant, Yami no Bakura. (Note: Since Yugi and friends still insist on calling Yami no Bakura, Bakura, I am bound to follow the same suit. It won't get to confusing though, I think you can tell by personality which Bakura is which.)
"First of all his name is Malik-sama, to you." Rishid responded, as Bakura's smirk widened.
"I know that, and I think that Malik will do." He cackled, as Isis tried to hide her giggling.
"Second of all why are you wearing a dress?!" She barely choked out before breaking down into a fit of laughter, Malik and Rishid soon joining her. Indeed Bakura was wearing a rather womanly pink dress, with white frills and matching pink shoes. This outfit on one as evil and sadistic as Yami no Bakura was rather funny, considering.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Bakura shouted, stamping his foot repeatedly as they all slowly regained their composure and eventually Isis's remaining giggles died down.
"Well are you going to tell us, or let us imagine how you came across that outfit on our own?" Malik asked, smiling, as Bakura flinched. Ra only knew what evil conclusions Malik would come up with; most of them probably involving chains, whips, leather… and Pharaoh…
"Alright alright! It all started this morning when my host woke up to find that the others had ditched him." He paused, almost as if he was waiting for something to happen. "Ahem!" He cleared his throat, looking upwards. Then I realized he wanted a flashback scene so I made the screen go all fuzzy. A single piece of paper floated down from the sky reading, "Happy now?" He though about it for a second. "Yes actually. Now back to the flashback." He cleared his throat and went on with his story. "Like I was saying, it all began this morning…"
Flashback-
Bakura woke, in his frilly, light blue pajamas; the maids had got to him again last night. He silently cursed himself out for wanting to have anything to do with Virtual Fantasies. As soon as he stood up he was bogged down again with the maids who just popped up from everywhere. Like roaches... If that wasn't disturbing enough, they were all unnaturally perky and could fully function with out the need of caffeine. Shudder… Realizing he was not going to get out of this princess role, he reluctantly dressed himself and then tried to put on his corset. This was a challenge all on its own, but at least now it wasn't choking him. He then proceeded to stumble down the staircase, servants in close pursuit, eventually he tripped over his dress again and flipped down the rest of the stair, but that's not really important. What is important was the fact that Yugi-kun, Seto-kun and the others were no where to be found.
"Where could they have possibly gone?" Bakura asked, his pace quickening as he looked into each and every room; his pixie companion following along with 20 young women. "You don't think they-" He started, stopping in his tracks, and bring his hand to his mouth. "You don't think they left me here do you?" He turned to his friend, who also went into a deep thought.
"Why would you think that's so hard to believe?" Bakura blinked, that didn't sound like a pixie's voice. To be honest it sounded a lot like- " That's right Bakura-kun… I'm ba-a-a-a-ck…" Bakura's eyes widened horrified, recognizing the voice, fully.
"Other I?!" He squeaked, a chill ran down his spine as his other self replied.
"Yeah… Your supposed friends dumped you here."
"You don't know that." Bakura defended, throwing his hands on his hips.
"Do they have to spell it out for you?" Yami no Bakura sighed at his other's denial.
"They did not leave me!" Bakura argued out loud, which confused the following servants and made them think that their princess had lost her mind.
"Apparently they do have to spell it out for you." He growled, taking control of half of Bakura's body and leading him into a near by room. To be specific, Yugi's room. "Look here." Giving his other back his body, Yami no Bakura watched as Bakura picked up a piece of paper.
"Dear Bakura-kun. We have left you. -Yugi." He blinked, rereading, not noticing that the note looked extremely similar to his own handwriting. "You mean they really did abandon me?!" Bakura asked confused as his other smirked.
"See I told ya."
"B-but… But why?!" Bakura asked, as his other appeared, transparently, beside him.
"They never liked you. They were afraid of you. Of me." Bakura remained silent as his other smiled, wickedly. "I can sense an anger building up in you. An anger aimed towards them, perhaps?" His lighter half didn't speak. "We can get them back you know, but you have to work with me, understand?"
"I understand."
-End flashback
"And that's how it all happened!" Bakura responded, smirking at his well thought out plan.
"So you wrote the note?" Isis asked, blinking.
"Yes. I am brilliant aren't I?"
"You made Bakura turn to the side of evil?! How cruel!" Isis shouted throwing the closest object available at the dark Bakura. It happened to be the Yugi plushie Rishid have given to her. Bakura caught it easily.
"What the hell is this thing?" He asked, holding it by one arm and poking at it.
"Yugi plushie. Rishid bought it for $2.50. And I know you're light is in complete denial about his friends, but I didn't think he was that gullible. What part of that story did you purposely leave out?"
"That's none of your business." Bakura growled, as Malik though of sick and twisted blank fillers. Rolling his eyes, Bakura chucked the plushie back to Isis who quickly caught it.
" I don't believe that's what happened. Sounds more like you got drunk and then played a dress up game with Pharaoh before getting lai-ACK!" Before Malik could finish his sentence Bakura was on him, throwing fists and biting him violently. Malik quickly unsheathed his rod as a defense. "Ow stop it!" (I just realized I made another sick rod joke… - -;)
"Now that I think about it, I don't like this idea of Yugi-kun being a plushie." Isis said after a few minutes of thoughtful thinking.
"Why?" Rishid asked, pulling Bakura and Malik away from one another, the two flailed around like fish in an attempt to get free so they could pummel each other again.
"People are making money off the Pharaoh's Hikari. Yugi's not property to be sold! Although $2.50 is quite the bargain…"
"But Yugi is property Isis-sama. Takahashi-sama owns him along with you, me, Malik-sama, and even him." Rishid said, pointing at Bakura who was still hanging by the back of his shirt.
"'Him' has a name you know." He said hopelessly, knowing full well that Rishid was just going to ignore him.
"But I don't want people to make people off of Yugi!"
"I think it's already happened. It's a TV show. It's called Yu-Gi-Oh." Malik added, as Rishid set him back down. He stuck his tongue out at Bakura who was still unable to touch his feet to the ground which caused Bakura's temper to flare and him to flail around again.
"Really? But I don't like Yugi being a plushie. People do all kinds of weird things to plushies." Isis began her face darkening. Malik blinked at the change of the mood.
"Isis is getting creepy again…" Malik said, slowly taking a step backwards to hide behind Rishid.
"Like what?" Bakura asked sarcastic.
"People… people sleep with plushies…"
"I hope they take showers." Rishid gasped, as both Bakura and Malik rolled their eyes.
"People… play dress up with plushies…"
"People also play dress up with Bakur-ack!" It was at this time that Malik experienced just how painful a silky pink high heeled shoe felt when Bakura jammed it into his jaw.
"Shut up!" Bakura growled, as Malik rolled around on the ground holding his jaw. The evil spirit grinned satisfied.
"People… play catch with plushies…" Isis continued, ignoring her brother's whimpering.
"That's plushie abuse!" Rishid said, dropping Bakura flat on his ass out of sheer shock of what people did to plushies, of course, "They could give it a concussion!"
"You…" Bakura growled, as his anger started to turn to rage. "YOU IDIOTS! Plushies aren't real! They don have feelings! That's why they are plushies! PLUSH! PLUSH THINGS DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO TO THEM!" He shouted, furious at the fact that he had joined the stupidest group in the entire story and that's even counting the Jounouchi factor in Yugi's group.
"You seem very knowledgeable in the area of plushie psychology. Were you once a plushie in your past life?" Isis asked, turning back to her normal self… well as normal as Isis can get, anyway.
"NO! I was the King of Thieves!" Bakura shouted, jumping to his feet, outraged at such an accusation. Him, a soft and huggable stuffed plush doll?!
"Isn't that a Disney movie?" Isis asked, as Bakura did a classic anime trip, landing square in his face. "That's it… I've had enough…"
"The bottom line is you DON'T want plushies made to look like you. It's a health hazard." Rishid summed up as Isis blinked.
"Does that mean I have to get rid of mine? I already named him Yugi." Isis said, snuggling it lovingly.
"I think his name was already Yugi."
"Yeah that's true." Isis sighed, shoving the plushie back into Rishid's coat pocket as Rishid grabbed both Malik and Bakura, who both couldn't find the ability to walk, and dragged them off.
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"Well that's the last of them." Mokuba said, throwing another miniature plushie into a rather large black bag. In his excavation of the bathroom he'd managed to find two video cameras, 10 plush minis of me, and two fan girls hiding underneath the sink, that then proceeded to glomp Mokuba mercilessly. He climbed his way back into the ventilation system and closed the lid, so that no one would be too suspicious. He continued his mission, ending up in his own room, the attic, the torture chamber specially designed for Yami no Yugi, until he made it back to his brother's room. "Damn it!" He choked, crawling around the old vents caused a lot of dust to stir up, his black hair was now tinted an odd gray color which made him look almost identical to Bakura-kun. Almost. He continued a little ways more, before getting totally frustrated and flustered. "This is ridiculous! There is no way to get into that computer room! It's impossible!" He banged his fist against the bottom of the vent, an odd creaking sound echoed through-out. Now I'd like to remind you that earlier in the paragraph I mentioned that the vents were old thus implying that they weren't as strong as they used to be. "Oh crap…" And with those words the bottom of the ventilation system gave in sending Mokuba crashing to the ground below.
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What is it with these Kaiba brothers and heights? Will Yugi ever figure out if his hairstyle is weird? Will Yami no Bakura ever change out of that pink dress? None of these questions and more will be answered in the next installment of FANTASY!
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Yugi Plushie: No plushies were hurt in the making of this chapter. ^-^
Yami no Kelly Noel
January 6, 2003
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!
A/n:
(Kelly: *snapped out of it* That last chapter sucked.)
Hey, what do you mean by "sucked?!"
(Kelly: I mean it sucked! If you dislike that word here are some other words courtesy of Jounouchi: reeked, bombed, stunk, bit the dust, was about as good as the guy who does Insector Haga's [Weevil Underwood's] dub voice-)
*GASP* THAT JUST GOES TOO FAR!
(Kelly: Truth hurts sweets.)
Oh yeah, it's gonna hurt… it's gonna hurt Jounouchi bad… *stops* And did you just call me sweets?
(It's been a long week…)
Weakling, it's only her first week back at school and she's already as whipped as a herd of Renegade Scapegoat.
Renegade Scapegoat: HEY!
Pink Renegade Scapegoat: *wearing a red flannel shirt* I am manly! *eats an odd reddish substance* Hormel Chili… DEMAND IT!
- -;;;;;; Muses… why did I have to have muses?
(Kelly: Just think of it as pay back for all the torment you caused me through out the years, driving me insane and trying to shove me down random plot holes when we both had separate bodies…)
Ah… the good ol' days… ^-^ *dreamy expression*
(Kelly: - -;)
Disclaimer: Meow. I am cute street kitty Nyan-Nyan. Come see my dress up antics and give this lost little kitty some milk… A purrfect purrformance… Hey wait a second! This isn't the disclaimer! It doesn't even mention Yu-Gi-Oh and how I don't own it!
(Kelly: - -; Looks like Jounouchi left another X rated magazine at the house again…)
- Yami no Kelly N.
-(Kelly Noel)
With special appearances by the Renegade Scapegoat and Hormel Chili… DEMAND IT!
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Recap:
Is there a point to this? I mean you know what happened, right? You did read the last chapter, right? You did review to the last chapter, right? You'd better have or it's gonna get messy in here. You're bishies are in my insane, demented hands. I've already thrashed the other non-reviewing individual's favorite bishies! YOURS COULD BE NEXT!
Ha…
Muah…
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You know what's odd I haven't gotten any reviews begging for Yami no Yugi… oddness… and this chapter will reflect on the YGO Falsebound Kingdom game that has my Hikari's butt glued to the floor in a futile attempt to liberate Yami no Yugi's forces. She's stuck on saving Anzu. No wonder she's upset…
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Yami no Yugi, the ancient spirit residing in Yugi's Sennen item, which, by the way, has special powers and also doubles as a puzzle if you get bored, got up and looked out the window of his room.
"This," he stated, "Begins a new day. For I shall expand my empire beyond the limits of man. Yes, I shall…" However, he was not able to finish his wordy and grandiose speech, for Yugi woke up immediately afterwards and kicked Yami into the soul room, where he proceeded to pout and do unnatural things to embalming jars.
Yugi dawned his new hero outfit that looked oddly identical to the one he wore in the original three episode virtual game series, because my hikari found him to be incredibly cute in it and Yami no Yugi: incredibly sexy.
Despite that he was dressed for success and had full control over his body, something was not right. No something was terribly wrong. Almost as wrong as that Nyan-Nyan kitty disclaimer. Something weighted heavily on his mind as he thought about the plan for today, if his hairstyle was really weird, and if he should have toast or pancakes for breakfast. For Yugi as you know, was a very deep and perplexing kid.
But else where, even as Yugi tried to figure out if virtual hair gel would work on his seemingly real hair, the forces of Darkness, Chaos and, of course, Evil gathered. Their ultimate goal envisioned. They had all the resources necessary to implement it. The world, or rather the virtual world, as everyone knew it, was about to come to an abrupt and violent end. Yes, they were planning…
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"So which one of us is which?" Isis asked confused as to whether she was Evil, Darkness, or Chaos.
"How many times must we go over this?!" Malik shouted aggravated at the fact that his sister knew nothing about being evil… which is why he called that name first.
"I'm sorry, but I'm new to the whole vengeance and wanting a power that should be mine even though I've done absolutely nothing to deserve other than learn how to throw down random pieces of paper marked with ink and fake ATK/DEF points onto a duel disk, which I didn't even have to purchase, thing!"
"On the plus side you've got the villain rambling part down to an art form."
"Malik…" Isis said, her voice barely balancing on the sanity line.
"Okay, okay…" Malik mumbled, not wanting Isis to have another crying fit. "I'm Evil, Rishid is Chaos, and you're Darkness."
"Why can't I be Light?"
"It doesn't work that way…" Malik responded through gritted his teeth.
"Why not?"
"Because it doesn't!" So the two continued their bickering. They argued about whether or not pink was a suitable color for men's shirts, and if Domino High School's homecoming dance should contain one of those fondue things everyone liked, and about shoes, and ships, and sealing wax, and what that weird blob like shape in the corner of the pharaoh's tablet was, and cabbages, and kings, and whether or not duck tape was an essential thing in life.
And their bickering went off into many tangents as arguments are liable to do so when you continue them for long periods of time. They were now arguing on what exactly was the best way to eat a Reese, (which is smashing it into little pieces with a hammer or any really dense and heavy object, like Malik's skull, and pouring it into a chocolate malt. Yummy…), when Rishid, or rather, Chaos, finally realized, 'We've been here for hours and we still haven't decided on anything.'
Which, of course, was unfair and untrue, as they had decided, in just the past five minutes of bickering, that blue was, indeed a suitable color for men's underwear to be and that the blob in the corner of Yami no Yugi's tablet resembled that of a small furry animal, most likely a rodent.
"Malik-sama, Isis-sama, is it possible that we could figure out this naming business after we find out what we are going to do to make the hero's lives miserable?" Rishid interrupted, as Isis was arguing to Malik that breaking up a Reese and pouring it into strawberry milk was the best way to eat them.
"Oh fine…!" They both sighed at the same time, Malik then proceeded to pull his lower eyelid down and stick his tongue out at his older sister while she wasn't looking while still managing to look incredibly sexy. And I've changed my mind, The best way to eat a Reece's is to share it with Seto-kun…
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"I'm hungry." Jounouchi groaned, as he, Yugi, Anzu, and Honda made there way through a forest. They had decided to start their journey while they were fresh so they all woke up at 6:00 am, virtual time. This obviously being the freshest time of the day for teenagers as that is when school administrators force them to go to school, or so they say... "And what happened to Kaiba coming along with us?"
"When I went to get him he wasn't in his room." Yugi responded, his mouth full of virtual toast. He felt slightly better now that he'd solved one of three things that weighted heavily on his mind this morning. Toast was definitely the better choice for breakfast. However, the biggest problem was still scratching away at his mind or it could have been Jounouchi who scratching at Yugi's leg for some toast. "You know all you had to do was ask, Jounouchi…" Yugi said as he handed his friend his other piece of toast, little tiny pieces of chewed bread flew from his mouth as he spoke.
"Chew first, Yugi." Anzu winced, as Yugi quickly swallowed. "Now remind me again why we left Bakura-kun?" Anzu finished now that Yugi's chewed bread wasn't protruding from his mouth.
"We didn't leave him." Yugi started, sweat dropping as Anzu raised an eyebrow and looked at him disapprovingly. "Okay we technically we did leave him, but for a good cause. He needs to continue his role as princess until we find the real one."
"That and Yami no Yugi's afraid of his yami." Jounouchi added, as Yugi sweat dropped, hoping that his spirit hadn't heard that. Unfortunately for Jounouchi, he did, but was too preoccupied with something to bother to yell at him for it right now. What he was doing I'm not going to bother to go into right now for more things that have to do with the plot are being explored.
"So then why didn't we tell him the plan?" Honda asked, as Yugi blinked.
"Why are we asking me all the questions?" Yugi asked, slightly irritated at the fact that #1) he didn't have a logical answer for what he did and #2) that he was being asked for a logical answer for what he did and #3) he still didn't know if his hairstyle was weird.
"You're the leader, it's our jobs as friends to nag you about this stuff." Anzu replied, as the other two nodded.
"Ah…"
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"I know you're somewhere around here you little menace…" Shizuka whispered menacingly, as she crawled through the ventilation system, broom in one hand flashlight in the other. "And you will not get Mr. Kaiba's technology!" Her light brown hair was tinted a shade of gray as the ventilation system had not been cleaned in a while now. "Ew… dead bugs…" She groaned taking a crawl back and going down an alternative route. "Eek! Live bugs! Live bugs!"
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Meanwhile with Malik and company a much different conversation was taking place. A intriguing and remarkable discussion indeed…
"I saw the most disturbing thing in the store the other day." Malik started, as Rishid blinked. This was a topic changer.
"What was it?" Isis asked, as curious as her step-brother.
"A Yugi plushie!" Malik exclaimed, as both Isis and Rishid blinked, amazed.
"A what?" Isis asked, wondering if she'd heard right. Her ears still rang slightly from when her brother had made that loud banging sound in them earlier on so she was beginning to wonder if she was slowly going to go deaf.
"It would seem that after Yugi defeated me," Malik coughed before carrying on. A cough that sounded suspiciously like 'I will get him back,' but a cough none the less. "It seems that he has become rather popular."
"Amazing! Yugi-kun is a celebrity." Isis commented as Malik sweat dropped. Was he the only one who still held a grudge against his rival?
"I'm surprised that it was only $2.50." Rishid added, taking out a Yugi plushie from his lent out cloak. Malik gawked horrified.
"Why did you buy that thing?!" Malik screeched, much to the dismay of Rishid. His face faltered as he realized he'd displeased his master.
"A plushie of Yugi-kun is only $2.50?" Isis asked, taking it from Rishid's hands to inspect it.
"Shut up Isis." Malik snarled, hatred burning furiously in his violet eyes.
"No." Isis remarked whacking him upside the head. "It so cool Rishid! Can I have it?"
"Of course Isis-sama!" Rishid responded as Malik continued to fume.
"Kill it." He growled to Rishid, who blinked.
"But it's not alive." He defended as Isis continued to hug it. She had grown quite fond of Yugi-kun, as he had helped save her brother from being swallowed up by the darkness and all.
"So then get me one so I can throw darts at!"
"I second the motion of the mortal in purple." All heads turned to where Bakura stood, crooked smile on his face, Sennen Ring glowing furiously. This was not Bakura as everyone soon deducted, but the spirit that resided with in his own magical pendant, Yami no Bakura. (Note: Since Yugi and friends still insist on calling Yami no Bakura, Bakura, I am bound to follow the same suit. It won't get to confusing though, I think you can tell by personality which Bakura is which.)
"First of all his name is Malik-sama, to you." Rishid responded, as Bakura's smirk widened.
"I know that, and I think that Malik will do." He cackled, as Isis tried to hide her giggling.
"Second of all why are you wearing a dress?!" She barely choked out before breaking down into a fit of laughter, Malik and Rishid soon joining her. Indeed Bakura was wearing a rather womanly pink dress, with white frills and matching pink shoes. This outfit on one as evil and sadistic as Yami no Bakura was rather funny, considering.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Bakura shouted, stamping his foot repeatedly as they all slowly regained their composure and eventually Isis's remaining giggles died down.
"Well are you going to tell us, or let us imagine how you came across that outfit on our own?" Malik asked, smiling, as Bakura flinched. Ra only knew what evil conclusions Malik would come up with; most of them probably involving chains, whips, leather… and Pharaoh…
"Alright alright! It all started this morning when my host woke up to find that the others had ditched him." He paused, almost as if he was waiting for something to happen. "Ahem!" He cleared his throat, looking upwards. Then I realized he wanted a flashback scene so I made the screen go all fuzzy. A single piece of paper floated down from the sky reading, "Happy now?" He though about it for a second. "Yes actually. Now back to the flashback." He cleared his throat and went on with his story. "Like I was saying, it all began this morning…"
Flashback-
Bakura woke, in his frilly, light blue pajamas; the maids had got to him again last night. He silently cursed himself out for wanting to have anything to do with Virtual Fantasies. As soon as he stood up he was bogged down again with the maids who just popped up from everywhere. Like roaches... If that wasn't disturbing enough, they were all unnaturally perky and could fully function with out the need of caffeine. Shudder… Realizing he was not going to get out of this princess role, he reluctantly dressed himself and then tried to put on his corset. This was a challenge all on its own, but at least now it wasn't choking him. He then proceeded to stumble down the staircase, servants in close pursuit, eventually he tripped over his dress again and flipped down the rest of the stair, but that's not really important. What is important was the fact that Yugi-kun, Seto-kun and the others were no where to be found.
"Where could they have possibly gone?" Bakura asked, his pace quickening as he looked into each and every room; his pixie companion following along with 20 young women. "You don't think they-" He started, stopping in his tracks, and bring his hand to his mouth. "You don't think they left me here do you?" He turned to his friend, who also went into a deep thought.
"Why would you think that's so hard to believe?" Bakura blinked, that didn't sound like a pixie's voice. To be honest it sounded a lot like- " That's right Bakura-kun… I'm ba-a-a-a-ck…" Bakura's eyes widened horrified, recognizing the voice, fully.
"Other I?!" He squeaked, a chill ran down his spine as his other self replied.
"Yeah… Your supposed friends dumped you here."
"You don't know that." Bakura defended, throwing his hands on his hips.
"Do they have to spell it out for you?" Yami no Bakura sighed at his other's denial.
"They did not leave me!" Bakura argued out loud, which confused the following servants and made them think that their princess had lost her mind.
"Apparently they do have to spell it out for you." He growled, taking control of half of Bakura's body and leading him into a near by room. To be specific, Yugi's room. "Look here." Giving his other back his body, Yami no Bakura watched as Bakura picked up a piece of paper.
"Dear Bakura-kun. We have left you. -Yugi." He blinked, rereading, not noticing that the note looked extremely similar to his own handwriting. "You mean they really did abandon me?!" Bakura asked confused as his other smirked.
"See I told ya."
"B-but… But why?!" Bakura asked, as his other appeared, transparently, beside him.
"They never liked you. They were afraid of you. Of me." Bakura remained silent as his other smiled, wickedly. "I can sense an anger building up in you. An anger aimed towards them, perhaps?" His lighter half didn't speak. "We can get them back you know, but you have to work with me, understand?"
"I understand."
-End flashback
"And that's how it all happened!" Bakura responded, smirking at his well thought out plan.
"So you wrote the note?" Isis asked, blinking.
"Yes. I am brilliant aren't I?"
"You made Bakura turn to the side of evil?! How cruel!" Isis shouted throwing the closest object available at the dark Bakura. It happened to be the Yugi plushie Rishid have given to her. Bakura caught it easily.
"What the hell is this thing?" He asked, holding it by one arm and poking at it.
"Yugi plushie. Rishid bought it for $2.50. And I know you're light is in complete denial about his friends, but I didn't think he was that gullible. What part of that story did you purposely leave out?"
"That's none of your business." Bakura growled, as Malik though of sick and twisted blank fillers. Rolling his eyes, Bakura chucked the plushie back to Isis who quickly caught it.
" I don't believe that's what happened. Sounds more like you got drunk and then played a dress up game with Pharaoh before getting lai-ACK!" Before Malik could finish his sentence Bakura was on him, throwing fists and biting him violently. Malik quickly unsheathed his rod as a defense. "Ow stop it!" (I just realized I made another sick rod joke… - -;)
"Now that I think about it, I don't like this idea of Yugi-kun being a plushie." Isis said after a few minutes of thoughtful thinking.
"Why?" Rishid asked, pulling Bakura and Malik away from one another, the two flailed around like fish in an attempt to get free so they could pummel each other again.
"People are making money off the Pharaoh's Hikari. Yugi's not property to be sold! Although $2.50 is quite the bargain…"
"But Yugi is property Isis-sama. Takahashi-sama owns him along with you, me, Malik-sama, and even him." Rishid said, pointing at Bakura who was still hanging by the back of his shirt.
"'Him' has a name you know." He said hopelessly, knowing full well that Rishid was just going to ignore him.
"But I don't want people to make people off of Yugi!"
"I think it's already happened. It's a TV show. It's called Yu-Gi-Oh." Malik added, as Rishid set him back down. He stuck his tongue out at Bakura who was still unable to touch his feet to the ground which caused Bakura's temper to flare and him to flail around again.
"Really? But I don't like Yugi being a plushie. People do all kinds of weird things to plushies." Isis began her face darkening. Malik blinked at the change of the mood.
"Isis is getting creepy again…" Malik said, slowly taking a step backwards to hide behind Rishid.
"Like what?" Bakura asked sarcastic.
"People… people sleep with plushies…"
"I hope they take showers." Rishid gasped, as both Bakura and Malik rolled their eyes.
"People… play dress up with plushies…"
"People also play dress up with Bakur-ack!" It was at this time that Malik experienced just how painful a silky pink high heeled shoe felt when Bakura jammed it into his jaw.
"Shut up!" Bakura growled, as Malik rolled around on the ground holding his jaw. The evil spirit grinned satisfied.
"People… play catch with plushies…" Isis continued, ignoring her brother's whimpering.
"That's plushie abuse!" Rishid said, dropping Bakura flat on his ass out of sheer shock of what people did to plushies, of course, "They could give it a concussion!"
"You…" Bakura growled, as his anger started to turn to rage. "YOU IDIOTS! Plushies aren't real! They don have feelings! That's why they are plushies! PLUSH! PLUSH THINGS DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO TO THEM!" He shouted, furious at the fact that he had joined the stupidest group in the entire story and that's even counting the Jounouchi factor in Yugi's group.
"You seem very knowledgeable in the area of plushie psychology. Were you once a plushie in your past life?" Isis asked, turning back to her normal self… well as normal as Isis can get, anyway.
"NO! I was the King of Thieves!" Bakura shouted, jumping to his feet, outraged at such an accusation. Him, a soft and huggable stuffed plush doll?!
"Isn't that a Disney movie?" Isis asked, as Bakura did a classic anime trip, landing square in his face. "That's it… I've had enough…"
"The bottom line is you DON'T want plushies made to look like you. It's a health hazard." Rishid summed up as Isis blinked.
"Does that mean I have to get rid of mine? I already named him Yugi." Isis said, snuggling it lovingly.
"I think his name was already Yugi."
"Yeah that's true." Isis sighed, shoving the plushie back into Rishid's coat pocket as Rishid grabbed both Malik and Bakura, who both couldn't find the ability to walk, and dragged them off.
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"Well that's the last of them." Mokuba said, throwing another miniature plushie into a rather large black bag. In his excavation of the bathroom he'd managed to find two video cameras, 10 plush minis of me, and two fan girls hiding underneath the sink, that then proceeded to glomp Mokuba mercilessly. He climbed his way back into the ventilation system and closed the lid, so that no one would be too suspicious. He continued his mission, ending up in his own room, the attic, the torture chamber specially designed for Yami no Yugi, until he made it back to his brother's room. "Damn it!" He choked, crawling around the old vents caused a lot of dust to stir up, his black hair was now tinted an odd gray color which made him look almost identical to Bakura-kun. Almost. He continued a little ways more, before getting totally frustrated and flustered. "This is ridiculous! There is no way to get into that computer room! It's impossible!" He banged his fist against the bottom of the vent, an odd creaking sound echoed through-out. Now I'd like to remind you that earlier in the paragraph I mentioned that the vents were old thus implying that they weren't as strong as they used to be. "Oh crap…" And with those words the bottom of the ventilation system gave in sending Mokuba crashing to the ground below.
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What is it with these Kaiba brothers and heights? Will Yugi ever figure out if his hairstyle is weird? Will Yami no Bakura ever change out of that pink dress? None of these questions and more will be answered in the next installment of FANTASY!
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Yugi Plushie: No plushies were hurt in the making of this chapter. ^-^