RKG: We are finally finishing this off so we can work on other stuff.
YKG: Like finishing Price of Pride so we can work more on Um, Yes? And not to mention The Society, and also we have to finish I Got Hit By a Car. There's also the fact I still have several fics of Yami Chibi Hikari's.
RKG: Not to mention that I have four-hour drama rehearsals every day.
YKG: Two projects for school.
RKG: And I haven't been sleeping well lately.
YKG: Also figure in being sick 4/30/04, which was a Friday, so I missed school.
RKG: That's ever so depressing.
YKG: I'm dead. Nothing is more depressing than that.
RKG: Thanks for the vote of confidence.
YKG: Anytime.
Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh! During Duelist Kingdom, Yami would wear pants that don't connect to his shoes. And Ryou would wear non-yuppie-ish clothes and Honda wouldn't have pointy hair. And there'd be an ever-so- convenient Red Lobster in every town of Japan. And all males would wear tight leather pants as long as they're in the Yugi gang. Black tight leather pants, which Hioga is just fascinated by.
Epilogue 2 Why is it called Yu-Gi-Oh! If his name is Yugi?
(A/N: I get that a lot.)
Marik POV
"Hey, Malik?" I ask as we enter the Red Lobster (most likely last because Malik couldn't find his midriff or whatever its called).
"I love you. Yes, I do." He is whispering to his shirt while stroking it. It would be disturbing but after what happened with his blanket 'Cuddlebuffins' I can handle it. "What?"
"Could I nick . . . I mean, look at the lobsters in the tank? Can I? Please?" I beg.
"The shirt says no. Hey, they're all here," Malik says pointing at the large circular table with all the rest of the couples there. "How could we be last?"
"Hey, guys!" call Honda. I noticed he got his ears pierced and had bloody daggers hanging from them. (Okay, so the blood was really paint. If you squint, you can pretend it's real. Oh, stop looking at me like that!)
"Great, now we can order! I'm sta'ved!" cried Jou.
"You ate only an hour ago!" Seto replied.
"Oh, man, that's longer than I thought!" Jou moaned.
Anyway, we walked over and sat down, next to each other of course, between Jou and Honda. I was sitting across from Yami. Joy. (Please note sarcasm.)
Is his hair natural? I mean, really, who has three different hair colors all of which manages to stand straight in the air like a giant star? I mean sure, my hair sticks straight up naturally but that's because the sheer amount of evil I exert is enough to make my hair stand straight up. He, however, is just arrogant. Wait, what if . . . Yami wasn't human? Maybe, just maybe, he's a mutant. Or . . . now I have it . . .
"YOU'RE AN ALIEN!" I screamed.
The restaurant goes really quiet. Then, everyone except our table says "Check, please!"
I stare at Yami pointedly. He looks unnerved to say the least.
"I can't be an alien. What country would be governed by an alien?" Yami replies.
"If you were pharaoh in Egypt, obviously, it's Egypt." I reply staring at him. The great thing is I know I look scary. I have big pupiless eyes and I can stare for a long time without blinking. And even if Yami's not scared, Yugi is. It's perfect.
"Yami, he's scaring me!" Yugi cried.
Malik POV
I turned to see Marik staring down Yami. I heard Yugi's statement.
"Marik, stop it." I said, returning to my previous conversation with Jou and Seto. "So, you think I really do have a problem?"
"You have a fetish for inanimate objects, Malik." Seto replied.
"It's cute when you're six. After that," Jou shuddered, "it's creepy."
"But, what can I do? I get lonely easily." I replied, eyes full of tears.
"You live with Marik. How is that possible?" Ryou said, leaning around Seto.
"Have you been listening?" I asked.
"It's quite fascinating; I really like the part about 'Cuddlebuffins,'" Bakura replied.
"Well, Marik sleeps a lot. And he has a 'garden'." I said. "He spends hours in it."
"Marik has a garden?" asked Honda, suddenly announcing he was listening.
"Well, technically it's a sandbox," I explained. "And when I said 'Marik, that was mine was I three years old' he got embarrassed. Only little kids play in the sand you see. So he took a handful of grass, stuck it upright in the sand and called it a garden."
The table was laughing. I thought it was funny, but I didn't want Marik to feel too bad. Luckily, he wasn't there. . . Why me?
I spotted him leering at the lobster tank. Who does that? Only Marik. I began playing eith my shirt. It's a calming force. I'm sure you have complexes too. So I get to the tank to hear: "My, my. I'm in love with that one. Or is it that one? No, no it's that one. I'll name it . . . Alison Krauss after that wonderful bluegrass singer." (A/N: Don't own her. Or her songs. Hence, they're her songs.)
"Marik, I thought I said no to the lobsters," I cried in exasperation.
"I wasn't going to steal it. . . I was making its acquaintance . . . before I ki—eat it."
"You're sleeping on the couch tonight." I informed him.
"Fine. Bye, Alison, keep in touch." He said, sniffling.
I dragged him back to the table.
Honda POV
Those two get weirder and weirder. So, finally, after everyone else had left except our table, this waitress comes over. And boy, was she weird. She had her hair died bubblegum pink with splotches of purple. Her shirt had a giant lobster destroying a city like Godzilla. She was kinda. . . short and round. She was pretty nice even if she had pants with one leg covered in red plaid and the other being orange with yellow butterflies on it.
"Hello, I'm . . . (dramatic pause) . . . Lady Ederessa Moncouvia Nealana the Fourth and a half. But call me Kim." She announced like a cheerleader. "Can I take your order?"
"Can we start with drinks?" Otogi asked, obviously annoyued. "And a new waitress?"
I elbowed him. "That was a joke. Do you have Sprite Remix?"
Yes, I still have my OCD.
Otogi POV
Yes. . . he still has his OCD. Likely, I'm a billionaire and can afford all his Sprite Remix. Geez.
"Yes," said Kim. "And you, dice boy?"
She did not just say that.
"Dice boy?!" I screamed, standing up. "I want to see the MANAGER! HOW DARE YOU CALL ME NAMES?!"
"Ryuji, please, calm down!" Honda hissed.
"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO I AM? HOW DARE YOU RUIN MY ANNIVERSARY?!" I screamed, now turning red.
"Is there a problem?" asked a man. He had coming running in from the kitchen. He was short (but taller than Yugi) and squat, going bald. He attempted to hide it with the comb-over look but you could still tell. He had a nameplate. 'Ichigaki Ryu.'
"Are you the manager?" I demanded.
"Yes, sir. Ichigaki Ryu. What seems to be the problem?" asked the man.
"This. . . woman. . . called me 'dice boy.' I am not only insulted but offended. Do you know who I am?" I asked, sweetly.
"No, sir. I'm an American. Just got here a few days ago."
"Then, why is your name Japanese?" Honda asked.
"My parents are Japanese. So, sir, who are you?" the manager tried.
"My name is Otogi Ryuji. I own Dungeon Dice Monsters. I am one of the two teenage billionaires of Domino." I informed him proudly.
"I am Seto Kaiba, the other teenage billionaire." Seto stated.
"Sirs," the manager squeaked, "I am ever so sorry my daughter mistreated you. Dinner is free. I'll have a new waitress come out."
"Your daughter?!" asked Honda incredulously.
"Yes, sir." The manager said.
"Thank you, for your understanding." Otogi said, sitting down.
"Sue!" The manager called. "Table Nine, ASAP."
The father and daughter left. A new girl, normally dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt took our orders.
Ryou POV
I'm hungry. All this excitement has made me hungry.
I love Bakura. He smells nice.
I really don't have much to say. I'm not really talking. Just sitting here, leaning on Bakura's shoulder. He has arm around my shoulders.
Being hungry makes me tired.
Bakura POV
How did I get stuck next to the pharaoh? Huh? Why?
Ryou suddenly nuzzles into my shoulder. How cute! I mean, uh. . . . Oh, never mind. Just don't tell him I thought that.
He lets out a sigh.
"Tired?" I asked. We had a very busy day doing. . . stuff.
"And hungry," Ryou supplied. He decided he was bored so he began making circles on my thigh.
"I love you," I said to him. Which I did very rarely.
"I love you too." He said, granting me a peck on the lips.
Yami POV
Could they hold off for two seconds? How dare they do that in front of me, the pharaoh?
Giggle. I think its cute. Did you like my surprise? Yugi thought back.
I loved it.
Yugi POV
"I love you," I said aloud.
Then, Sue came back with the drinks.
"Sprite Remix goes to you," she said, handing it to Honda.
And so on and so forth. Then, she gave me the last. In a kiddie cup.
"Excuse me," I said, "I'm seventeen."
"You don't look seventeen."
I got out my ID. She took a double take.
"Yugi Mutou?! Why, aren't you that dueling champion?" She exclaimed. "I have a cousin who duels!"
"Oh, really." I said, faking interest. "What's his name?"
"Her name is Mai, Mai Valentine." Sue replied.
"Good old, Mai," Jou spoke up. "How is she?"
"Not very good. She's seems lonely again. Once the tournaments stopped, she fell into depression."
"Do you have her phone number? I lost it," Jou cried.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Jounouchi Katsuya." He answered.
Jounouchi POV
Oh, man. Mai was like my best friend after Battle City. (A/N: I don't know what really happens after Battle City so. . . go with it.)
"She said something aobut you. 'Always switching friends' or whatnot."
"I do not."
"Yeah, you do," Honda said, somewhat pointedly.
Oh. I guess I do. But, I can't trust anyone fully. Habit I picked up off the streets. Honda kinda gets it.
"Hey, we're best buds," I replied. "You know that."
"Yeah. Besides you won't leave me alone," Honda teased.
"I'm gonna hit you afta suppa," I replied.
Seto POV
"You'll be busy with me, Jou," I said.
"Seto, innocent ears," Jou replied, pointing at Yugi.
"He's not as innocent as you may think," Yami said.
"That's more than I ever wanted to know," Bakura said.
"And whose fault is that, YAMI?" asked malik.
"Hey, Yami starts with Yam," Marik stated.
"The great thing about hanging with you guys is the fact you amek me feel smarter," Otogi commented.
"The great thing is. . . I am smarter," I said.
"All because my eyes are five times bigger than normal," sighed Yugi.
And then dinner arrived.
Normal POV
The screen blacked out once and then flashed in white letters : THE END.
All ten clapped. Somehow Mokuba had taped it all and called it 'No One Loves Me: The Portrait of My Life.'
Mokuba stood in front of them.
"I would just like to say that my video class appreciated the video as much as I did. The teacher thought it was a tad sketchy but gave me an A. Copies are available for ten bucks. And wait till you see the ones I'm using to blackmail you guys," Mokuba chuckled.
Ten pillows hit Mokuba and knocked him off his feet.
"Okay," Mokuba admitted, standing up, "I don't have blackmail. But I wish I did. Like the time Seto and Jou were singing a duet----"
Jou had tackled Mokuba. Seto stood.
"Show's over. Get out. We need to . . . discipline. . . young Mokuba. In cruel and unusual. . . I mean with tender, loving care."
The other trickled out.
"Hey, Otogi?" Honda said, walking out of the room.
"Yes?" Otogi replied.
"I want a copy."
THE END. . . or is it? It is.
YKG: Done.
RKG: I hoped you liked the ending.
YKG: And remember. . .
RKG: What?
YKG: I forgot.
RKG: And remember always treat brothers with cruel and unusual. . . I mean tender, loving care.
YKG: Like finishing Price of Pride so we can work more on Um, Yes? And not to mention The Society, and also we have to finish I Got Hit By a Car. There's also the fact I still have several fics of Yami Chibi Hikari's.
RKG: Not to mention that I have four-hour drama rehearsals every day.
YKG: Two projects for school.
RKG: And I haven't been sleeping well lately.
YKG: Also figure in being sick 4/30/04, which was a Friday, so I missed school.
RKG: That's ever so depressing.
YKG: I'm dead. Nothing is more depressing than that.
RKG: Thanks for the vote of confidence.
YKG: Anytime.
Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh! During Duelist Kingdom, Yami would wear pants that don't connect to his shoes. And Ryou would wear non-yuppie-ish clothes and Honda wouldn't have pointy hair. And there'd be an ever-so- convenient Red Lobster in every town of Japan. And all males would wear tight leather pants as long as they're in the Yugi gang. Black tight leather pants, which Hioga is just fascinated by.
Epilogue 2 Why is it called Yu-Gi-Oh! If his name is Yugi?
(A/N: I get that a lot.)
Marik POV
"Hey, Malik?" I ask as we enter the Red Lobster (most likely last because Malik couldn't find his midriff or whatever its called).
"I love you. Yes, I do." He is whispering to his shirt while stroking it. It would be disturbing but after what happened with his blanket 'Cuddlebuffins' I can handle it. "What?"
"Could I nick . . . I mean, look at the lobsters in the tank? Can I? Please?" I beg.
"The shirt says no. Hey, they're all here," Malik says pointing at the large circular table with all the rest of the couples there. "How could we be last?"
"Hey, guys!" call Honda. I noticed he got his ears pierced and had bloody daggers hanging from them. (Okay, so the blood was really paint. If you squint, you can pretend it's real. Oh, stop looking at me like that!)
"Great, now we can order! I'm sta'ved!" cried Jou.
"You ate only an hour ago!" Seto replied.
"Oh, man, that's longer than I thought!" Jou moaned.
Anyway, we walked over and sat down, next to each other of course, between Jou and Honda. I was sitting across from Yami. Joy. (Please note sarcasm.)
Is his hair natural? I mean, really, who has three different hair colors all of which manages to stand straight in the air like a giant star? I mean sure, my hair sticks straight up naturally but that's because the sheer amount of evil I exert is enough to make my hair stand straight up. He, however, is just arrogant. Wait, what if . . . Yami wasn't human? Maybe, just maybe, he's a mutant. Or . . . now I have it . . .
"YOU'RE AN ALIEN!" I screamed.
The restaurant goes really quiet. Then, everyone except our table says "Check, please!"
I stare at Yami pointedly. He looks unnerved to say the least.
"I can't be an alien. What country would be governed by an alien?" Yami replies.
"If you were pharaoh in Egypt, obviously, it's Egypt." I reply staring at him. The great thing is I know I look scary. I have big pupiless eyes and I can stare for a long time without blinking. And even if Yami's not scared, Yugi is. It's perfect.
"Yami, he's scaring me!" Yugi cried.
Malik POV
I turned to see Marik staring down Yami. I heard Yugi's statement.
"Marik, stop it." I said, returning to my previous conversation with Jou and Seto. "So, you think I really do have a problem?"
"You have a fetish for inanimate objects, Malik." Seto replied.
"It's cute when you're six. After that," Jou shuddered, "it's creepy."
"But, what can I do? I get lonely easily." I replied, eyes full of tears.
"You live with Marik. How is that possible?" Ryou said, leaning around Seto.
"Have you been listening?" I asked.
"It's quite fascinating; I really like the part about 'Cuddlebuffins,'" Bakura replied.
"Well, Marik sleeps a lot. And he has a 'garden'." I said. "He spends hours in it."
"Marik has a garden?" asked Honda, suddenly announcing he was listening.
"Well, technically it's a sandbox," I explained. "And when I said 'Marik, that was mine was I three years old' he got embarrassed. Only little kids play in the sand you see. So he took a handful of grass, stuck it upright in the sand and called it a garden."
The table was laughing. I thought it was funny, but I didn't want Marik to feel too bad. Luckily, he wasn't there. . . Why me?
I spotted him leering at the lobster tank. Who does that? Only Marik. I began playing eith my shirt. It's a calming force. I'm sure you have complexes too. So I get to the tank to hear: "My, my. I'm in love with that one. Or is it that one? No, no it's that one. I'll name it . . . Alison Krauss after that wonderful bluegrass singer." (A/N: Don't own her. Or her songs. Hence, they're her songs.)
"Marik, I thought I said no to the lobsters," I cried in exasperation.
"I wasn't going to steal it. . . I was making its acquaintance . . . before I ki—eat it."
"You're sleeping on the couch tonight." I informed him.
"Fine. Bye, Alison, keep in touch." He said, sniffling.
I dragged him back to the table.
Honda POV
Those two get weirder and weirder. So, finally, after everyone else had left except our table, this waitress comes over. And boy, was she weird. She had her hair died bubblegum pink with splotches of purple. Her shirt had a giant lobster destroying a city like Godzilla. She was kinda. . . short and round. She was pretty nice even if she had pants with one leg covered in red plaid and the other being orange with yellow butterflies on it.
"Hello, I'm . . . (dramatic pause) . . . Lady Ederessa Moncouvia Nealana the Fourth and a half. But call me Kim." She announced like a cheerleader. "Can I take your order?"
"Can we start with drinks?" Otogi asked, obviously annoyued. "And a new waitress?"
I elbowed him. "That was a joke. Do you have Sprite Remix?"
Yes, I still have my OCD.
Otogi POV
Yes. . . he still has his OCD. Likely, I'm a billionaire and can afford all his Sprite Remix. Geez.
"Yes," said Kim. "And you, dice boy?"
She did not just say that.
"Dice boy?!" I screamed, standing up. "I want to see the MANAGER! HOW DARE YOU CALL ME NAMES?!"
"Ryuji, please, calm down!" Honda hissed.
"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO I AM? HOW DARE YOU RUIN MY ANNIVERSARY?!" I screamed, now turning red.
"Is there a problem?" asked a man. He had coming running in from the kitchen. He was short (but taller than Yugi) and squat, going bald. He attempted to hide it with the comb-over look but you could still tell. He had a nameplate. 'Ichigaki Ryu.'
"Are you the manager?" I demanded.
"Yes, sir. Ichigaki Ryu. What seems to be the problem?" asked the man.
"This. . . woman. . . called me 'dice boy.' I am not only insulted but offended. Do you know who I am?" I asked, sweetly.
"No, sir. I'm an American. Just got here a few days ago."
"Then, why is your name Japanese?" Honda asked.
"My parents are Japanese. So, sir, who are you?" the manager tried.
"My name is Otogi Ryuji. I own Dungeon Dice Monsters. I am one of the two teenage billionaires of Domino." I informed him proudly.
"I am Seto Kaiba, the other teenage billionaire." Seto stated.
"Sirs," the manager squeaked, "I am ever so sorry my daughter mistreated you. Dinner is free. I'll have a new waitress come out."
"Your daughter?!" asked Honda incredulously.
"Yes, sir." The manager said.
"Thank you, for your understanding." Otogi said, sitting down.
"Sue!" The manager called. "Table Nine, ASAP."
The father and daughter left. A new girl, normally dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt took our orders.
Ryou POV
I'm hungry. All this excitement has made me hungry.
I love Bakura. He smells nice.
I really don't have much to say. I'm not really talking. Just sitting here, leaning on Bakura's shoulder. He has arm around my shoulders.
Being hungry makes me tired.
Bakura POV
How did I get stuck next to the pharaoh? Huh? Why?
Ryou suddenly nuzzles into my shoulder. How cute! I mean, uh. . . . Oh, never mind. Just don't tell him I thought that.
He lets out a sigh.
"Tired?" I asked. We had a very busy day doing. . . stuff.
"And hungry," Ryou supplied. He decided he was bored so he began making circles on my thigh.
"I love you," I said to him. Which I did very rarely.
"I love you too." He said, granting me a peck on the lips.
Yami POV
Could they hold off for two seconds? How dare they do that in front of me, the pharaoh?
Giggle. I think its cute. Did you like my surprise? Yugi thought back.
I loved it.
Yugi POV
"I love you," I said aloud.
Then, Sue came back with the drinks.
"Sprite Remix goes to you," she said, handing it to Honda.
And so on and so forth. Then, she gave me the last. In a kiddie cup.
"Excuse me," I said, "I'm seventeen."
"You don't look seventeen."
I got out my ID. She took a double take.
"Yugi Mutou?! Why, aren't you that dueling champion?" She exclaimed. "I have a cousin who duels!"
"Oh, really." I said, faking interest. "What's his name?"
"Her name is Mai, Mai Valentine." Sue replied.
"Good old, Mai," Jou spoke up. "How is she?"
"Not very good. She's seems lonely again. Once the tournaments stopped, she fell into depression."
"Do you have her phone number? I lost it," Jou cried.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Jounouchi Katsuya." He answered.
Jounouchi POV
Oh, man. Mai was like my best friend after Battle City. (A/N: I don't know what really happens after Battle City so. . . go with it.)
"She said something aobut you. 'Always switching friends' or whatnot."
"I do not."
"Yeah, you do," Honda said, somewhat pointedly.
Oh. I guess I do. But, I can't trust anyone fully. Habit I picked up off the streets. Honda kinda gets it.
"Hey, we're best buds," I replied. "You know that."
"Yeah. Besides you won't leave me alone," Honda teased.
"I'm gonna hit you afta suppa," I replied.
Seto POV
"You'll be busy with me, Jou," I said.
"Seto, innocent ears," Jou replied, pointing at Yugi.
"He's not as innocent as you may think," Yami said.
"That's more than I ever wanted to know," Bakura said.
"And whose fault is that, YAMI?" asked malik.
"Hey, Yami starts with Yam," Marik stated.
"The great thing about hanging with you guys is the fact you amek me feel smarter," Otogi commented.
"The great thing is. . . I am smarter," I said.
"All because my eyes are five times bigger than normal," sighed Yugi.
And then dinner arrived.
Normal POV
The screen blacked out once and then flashed in white letters : THE END.
All ten clapped. Somehow Mokuba had taped it all and called it 'No One Loves Me: The Portrait of My Life.'
Mokuba stood in front of them.
"I would just like to say that my video class appreciated the video as much as I did. The teacher thought it was a tad sketchy but gave me an A. Copies are available for ten bucks. And wait till you see the ones I'm using to blackmail you guys," Mokuba chuckled.
Ten pillows hit Mokuba and knocked him off his feet.
"Okay," Mokuba admitted, standing up, "I don't have blackmail. But I wish I did. Like the time Seto and Jou were singing a duet----"
Jou had tackled Mokuba. Seto stood.
"Show's over. Get out. We need to . . . discipline. . . young Mokuba. In cruel and unusual. . . I mean with tender, loving care."
The other trickled out.
"Hey, Otogi?" Honda said, walking out of the room.
"Yes?" Otogi replied.
"I want a copy."
THE END. . . or is it? It is.
YKG: Done.
RKG: I hoped you liked the ending.
YKG: And remember. . .
RKG: What?
YKG: I forgot.
RKG: And remember always treat brothers with cruel and unusual. . . I mean tender, loving care.