MG666 Thanx to all of my reviewers! I actually got reviews! This was just
gonna be a 1 shot thing, but I actually got more than 2 reviews!
Thank you to all reviewers.
I luv y'all so much! [Not that way!]
Marik I got to be sugar high in the last chapter! ^_______________________^
MG666 And you'll remain that way until such time I see fit in this fic.
Marik Yes ma'am!
MG666 On with the fic, but first, the disclaimer, which I will do today.
Marik Okay...
MG666
DISCLAIMER: I do own Yu-Gi-Oh! It is all mine! Mwahahahahahaha!
{Men in black suits come up with a lawyer in about two seconds and set out an inflatable court room and sentence MG666 to 5 years in prison.}
MG666 NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Marik I'll teach you to mess with my love! {Banishes them all to the Shadow Realm.} Mwahaha!
MG666 *blushes* Thanx! Okay, okay, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Ya happy now?
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Remember:
[In brackets] = author notes
Next to little arrowhead thingys = time/setting/location
*Between little stars that I think are cool* = special sounds/actions/etc.
Names:
Malik is the hikari, and Marik is the yami.
Yugi is the hikari, and Yami is the yami.
Ryou is the hikari, and Bakura is the yami.
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Everyone is still at the game shop, but they've cleaned everything up, including themselves.
Yugi: Man, that took forever to clean up.
Ryou: Yeah, the guts nearly wouldn't come out of my clothes, but it came out of my hair easily enough.
Yugi: Speak for yourself! It took two hours to get it out my hair! [By the way, that IS NOT an exaggeration. It had been about two hours since the squirrels in blender incident.]
Malik (Who loves his hair more than life): Seriously, I feel your pain Yugi. I'm gonna kill those yamis.
Joey: It's just stupid hair. [Like Joey would know anything about hair care. His head looks like a blond Kurebo is superglued to it.]
Yugi and Malik turn toward him.
Malik: WHAT did YOU just SAY?!?
Joey: Umm . . . nothin'.
Malik: Yeah, you shouldn't be insulting hair, dog breath.
Joey: Geez, sorry! You probably think the worst that could happen is you running out of hair gel.
Yugi: Did you just say we're out of hair gel? The world's gonna end! We are all gonna die! *Runs upstairs to make sure there is hairgel, and comes back with hair so heavily gelled, it's shiny and nearly blinding*
Joey and Ryou: Riiiiiiiiight. *Sweatdrop*
Malik: Hey, that's a good idea, Yugi. *Runs upstairs and returns with hair like Yugi's.*
More sweatdrops.
Phone rings. Yugi picks up.
Yugi: Hello, what can I do to help you here at the Turtle Game Shop?
Other side of line: ~Hey Yugi! It's Grandpa! How are things at the shop? ~
As Yugi tells Grandpa happy lies to reassure him that nothing is wrong, Ryou talks to Malik.
Ryou (Whispering): Malik, have you seen Joey? He was here like a second ago.
Malik (Whispering back): Oh, yeah. He said he was going t the bathroom. Have you seen the yamis? They didn't leave the shop; we would have seen them. Maybe they're in the shop somewhere.
Yugi: Okay, bye Gramps! *Hangs up*
Ryou and Malik (Forgetting about Joey): So how's Grandpa? Will he be here in an hour like he's supposed to?
Yugi: He's fine, but he won't be coming back for another week. Some kind of business deal, or junk like that.
Ryou: I guess that's good. Now we have plenty of time to deal with the yamis.
Yugi: Yeah, I guess. You want some tea? It's ready right now. *Kettle steaming on stove*
Malik: Sure. Can I have some sugar in it?
Yugi: Yeah! We'll use the packets of sugar we have instead of the bag of sugar. You don't know what the yamis could've done to it.
Ryou and Malik nod in agreement.
Yugi goes over to drawer that has sugar packets in it. He opens it and it's empty.
Yugi: Oh no...
Malik: (Panicking) That can't be good . . . Hey! Where did our yamis go?!?!?!?!
Ryou: Upstairs, I think. Why?
Malik: Where upstairs?
Ryou: I dunno. I only saw them head up the stairs, but they did have big evil grins on their faces. Maybe we should go check on them.
Yugi: Oh no. Where's Joey?
Ryou: (Starting to get nervous) He went to the bathroom and never came back. He disappeared around the same time the yamis stopped making noise left...
Everyone: Oh no . . .
Upstairs in the attic: Joey is under Marik's control and sitting in a chair.
Yami: *crazed grin* I think it's an improvement, don't you agree?
*Bakura is busy eating a sugar packet [^_^;] and ignores them. *
Marik Absolutely. I luv what you did with his eyes.
Bakura rejoins them and passes out some sugar packets.
Bakura: He looks much improved. Mwahahahahahahahahahahaahahahaha!
Yami: Where did you get all these sugar packets?
Bakura: My secret. *Evil grin*
Back downstairs.
Yugi: Let's go!
They run towards the attic that was the only place they hadn't checked. The lights suddenly went out.
Ryou: Damn blackout! We can't see a thing.
Suddenly something starts glowing. No, not anyone's millenium item; it was Yugi and Malik's hair. The hairgel they had used was radioactive and it glowed on the dark.
Ryou: Great! Now we can see! Maybe hairgel isn't that bad.
Yugi and Malik led the way to the attic's door cautiously.
They hear crazed laughter from behind the door.
Yugi, Malik, and Ryou burst through the door. There were sugar packets everywhere. The yamis were gathered around Joey, but they couldn't see Joey in the dark, even if Yugi and Malik's hair did glow.
The yamis take advantage of the others not being able to see. They begin more hysterical laughter and run out the door and out of the house/game shop thingy.
The lights come back on and they can finally see Joey clearly. They take one look at Joey and nearly pass out,
They take no notice of the yamis running out as they are inspecting Joey who is starting to come around. Their eyes are wide open.
Joey: What're ya lookin' at? The last thing I remember is Marik coming into my mind.
The others just look around uncomfortably.
Joey: (slowly) What did they do to me?
Ryou gulps and gets a mirror out of a dusty box and slowly hands it to Joey.
Joey looks in it cautiously then screams.
Joey: AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!
His hair was tied back in a small ponytail. Some how they had tamed Joey's uncontrollable hair. They saw the reason. The yamis had used Yugi's extra strength hair gel. Joey's hair was sleeked back. That wasn't the only thing weird, though.
His lips had a layer of bright cherry lipstick on them, very carefully put on. His eyes had strategically placed eyeshadow and eyeliner. He had mascara on that really brought out his eyes.
His eyebrows had been shaved down to a thin line and had eyebrow pencil on them. He had blush put on that was a light, pale shade of pink. He looked amazingly like a girl in the face.
If you think that was the bad part and you can't take anymore abuse on poor Joey, don't, I repeat, do not read any further. You have been warned.
Joey jumped up and lost his balance. He seemed to be standing on something rickety. He looked down.
(A repetition of earlier) Joey: AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!
The rickety something happened to be high heels. They were red and had ribbons that laced halfway up his legs, which were shaved. [O_O.]
That still wasn't the worst part, as you can probably see where this is going.
He wore a skintight red dress that was VERY revealing. It was strapless and started right above Joey's chest. Also, Joey's chest and armpits had been carefully shaved. He looked strangely effeminate.
The dress ran down to about his midthigh and had some slits along the stomach portion revealing tan flesh. [Even if he is in a dress, I think Joey is yummy. ^_^ ]
His fingernails were painted bright red and he had many bracelets and necklace on, plus one ring on his finger. His ears had also been pieced and there were fake diamond earrings.
Let me elaborate on his dress and it being skin tight; it revealed Joey's slim body that surprisingly had feminine curves around the hips. He really looked like a girl with the special rubber things that the yamis had placed in the front of the dress. The only way you could tell it was Joey was, well, the only way we knew it was Joey was it was the only person missing and his yell gave it away with his voice.
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Joey nearly passes out because he yelled all that in one breath. [Quite remarkable.]
Yugi: *Sweatdrop* Umm . . . are you okay?
Joey: Of course not! I'm dressed like a friggin girl! WHAT THE HELL?! WHERE ARE THOSE YAMIS? THEY ARE SO DEAD!
Malik: (Grinning evilly) You might want to stop yelling. You'll mess up your make-up.
Joey just glares at Malik, but Yugi and Ryou realize something at the same time.
Yugi & Ryou: Where did the yamis go?!
Malik decides to ease Joey's pain and takes out a dart gun and shoots a semi-tranquilizer into Joey's neck, which was adorned with one black choker with a fake ruby in it. The tranquilizer wouldn't knock him out, but it would just make Joey really giddy and stuff, kind of as if he was drunk.
Malik: *Grins evilly, considering Joey* Well, I know Joey is our friend, but the damage is already done. Ya wanna have some fun with him?
He said this gesturing at the swooning figure that was Joey. He kinda looked drunk.
Ryou and Yugi nod in agreement with big, evil grins on their faces.
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MG666 Kinda fun chappie, wasn't it? Half of it was 'What the hell?!', but you have to admit that that was a nice effect. *Smiles*
Yami MG666 It wasn't as good as the last chapter.
MG666 Yeah, it wasn't as funny or anything, but I expected the first chapter to be a one shot thing, so cut me some slack. I had to work on my other story and the new one I'm starting to write.
Marik I still luved it, especially because I don't really like that Mutt Joey.
Seto Kaiba (Coming out of nowhere) Ha! I couldn't agree more. Nice one. (Disappears as suddenly as he had come.)
MG666 Riiiight, anyway, any ideas would be appreciated greatly. I promise the next chapter will be better than this one. Sorry about this chapter kinda being crappy.
PLEAZ R&R!
Thank you to all reviewers.
I luv y'all so much! [Not that way!]
Marik I got to be sugar high in the last chapter! ^_______________________^
MG666 And you'll remain that way until such time I see fit in this fic.
Marik Yes ma'am!
MG666 On with the fic, but first, the disclaimer, which I will do today.
Marik Okay...
MG666
DISCLAIMER: I do own Yu-Gi-Oh! It is all mine! Mwahahahahahaha!
{Men in black suits come up with a lawyer in about two seconds and set out an inflatable court room and sentence MG666 to 5 years in prison.}
MG666 NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Marik I'll teach you to mess with my love! {Banishes them all to the Shadow Realm.} Mwahaha!
MG666 *blushes* Thanx! Okay, okay, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Ya happy now?
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Remember:
[In brackets] = author notes
Next to little arrowhead thingys = time/setting/location
*Between little stars that I think are cool* = special sounds/actions/etc.
Names:
Malik is the hikari, and Marik is the yami.
Yugi is the hikari, and Yami is the yami.
Ryou is the hikari, and Bakura is the yami.
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Everyone is still at the game shop, but they've cleaned everything up, including themselves.
Yugi: Man, that took forever to clean up.
Ryou: Yeah, the guts nearly wouldn't come out of my clothes, but it came out of my hair easily enough.
Yugi: Speak for yourself! It took two hours to get it out my hair! [By the way, that IS NOT an exaggeration. It had been about two hours since the squirrels in blender incident.]
Malik (Who loves his hair more than life): Seriously, I feel your pain Yugi. I'm gonna kill those yamis.
Joey: It's just stupid hair. [Like Joey would know anything about hair care. His head looks like a blond Kurebo is superglued to it.]
Yugi and Malik turn toward him.
Malik: WHAT did YOU just SAY?!?
Joey: Umm . . . nothin'.
Malik: Yeah, you shouldn't be insulting hair, dog breath.
Joey: Geez, sorry! You probably think the worst that could happen is you running out of hair gel.
Yugi: Did you just say we're out of hair gel? The world's gonna end! We are all gonna die! *Runs upstairs to make sure there is hairgel, and comes back with hair so heavily gelled, it's shiny and nearly blinding*
Joey and Ryou: Riiiiiiiiight. *Sweatdrop*
Malik: Hey, that's a good idea, Yugi. *Runs upstairs and returns with hair like Yugi's.*
More sweatdrops.
Phone rings. Yugi picks up.
Yugi: Hello, what can I do to help you here at the Turtle Game Shop?
Other side of line: ~Hey Yugi! It's Grandpa! How are things at the shop? ~
As Yugi tells Grandpa happy lies to reassure him that nothing is wrong, Ryou talks to Malik.
Ryou (Whispering): Malik, have you seen Joey? He was here like a second ago.
Malik (Whispering back): Oh, yeah. He said he was going t the bathroom. Have you seen the yamis? They didn't leave the shop; we would have seen them. Maybe they're in the shop somewhere.
Yugi: Okay, bye Gramps! *Hangs up*
Ryou and Malik (Forgetting about Joey): So how's Grandpa? Will he be here in an hour like he's supposed to?
Yugi: He's fine, but he won't be coming back for another week. Some kind of business deal, or junk like that.
Ryou: I guess that's good. Now we have plenty of time to deal with the yamis.
Yugi: Yeah, I guess. You want some tea? It's ready right now. *Kettle steaming on stove*
Malik: Sure. Can I have some sugar in it?
Yugi: Yeah! We'll use the packets of sugar we have instead of the bag of sugar. You don't know what the yamis could've done to it.
Ryou and Malik nod in agreement.
Yugi goes over to drawer that has sugar packets in it. He opens it and it's empty.
Yugi: Oh no...
Malik: (Panicking) That can't be good . . . Hey! Where did our yamis go?!?!?!?!
Ryou: Upstairs, I think. Why?
Malik: Where upstairs?
Ryou: I dunno. I only saw them head up the stairs, but they did have big evil grins on their faces. Maybe we should go check on them.
Yugi: Oh no. Where's Joey?
Ryou: (Starting to get nervous) He went to the bathroom and never came back. He disappeared around the same time the yamis stopped making noise left...
Everyone: Oh no . . .
Upstairs in the attic: Joey is under Marik's control and sitting in a chair.
Yami: *crazed grin* I think it's an improvement, don't you agree?
*Bakura is busy eating a sugar packet [^_^;] and ignores them. *
Marik Absolutely. I luv what you did with his eyes.
Bakura rejoins them and passes out some sugar packets.
Bakura: He looks much improved. Mwahahahahahahahahahahaahahahaha!
Yami: Where did you get all these sugar packets?
Bakura: My secret. *Evil grin*
Back downstairs.
Yugi: Let's go!
They run towards the attic that was the only place they hadn't checked. The lights suddenly went out.
Ryou: Damn blackout! We can't see a thing.
Suddenly something starts glowing. No, not anyone's millenium item; it was Yugi and Malik's hair. The hairgel they had used was radioactive and it glowed on the dark.
Ryou: Great! Now we can see! Maybe hairgel isn't that bad.
Yugi and Malik led the way to the attic's door cautiously.
They hear crazed laughter from behind the door.
Yugi, Malik, and Ryou burst through the door. There were sugar packets everywhere. The yamis were gathered around Joey, but they couldn't see Joey in the dark, even if Yugi and Malik's hair did glow.
The yamis take advantage of the others not being able to see. They begin more hysterical laughter and run out the door and out of the house/game shop thingy.
The lights come back on and they can finally see Joey clearly. They take one look at Joey and nearly pass out,
They take no notice of the yamis running out as they are inspecting Joey who is starting to come around. Their eyes are wide open.
Joey: What're ya lookin' at? The last thing I remember is Marik coming into my mind.
The others just look around uncomfortably.
Joey: (slowly) What did they do to me?
Ryou gulps and gets a mirror out of a dusty box and slowly hands it to Joey.
Joey looks in it cautiously then screams.
Joey: AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!
His hair was tied back in a small ponytail. Some how they had tamed Joey's uncontrollable hair. They saw the reason. The yamis had used Yugi's extra strength hair gel. Joey's hair was sleeked back. That wasn't the only thing weird, though.
His lips had a layer of bright cherry lipstick on them, very carefully put on. His eyes had strategically placed eyeshadow and eyeliner. He had mascara on that really brought out his eyes.
His eyebrows had been shaved down to a thin line and had eyebrow pencil on them. He had blush put on that was a light, pale shade of pink. He looked amazingly like a girl in the face.
If you think that was the bad part and you can't take anymore abuse on poor Joey, don't, I repeat, do not read any further. You have been warned.
Joey jumped up and lost his balance. He seemed to be standing on something rickety. He looked down.
(A repetition of earlier) Joey: AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!
The rickety something happened to be high heels. They were red and had ribbons that laced halfway up his legs, which were shaved. [O_O.]
That still wasn't the worst part, as you can probably see where this is going.
He wore a skintight red dress that was VERY revealing. It was strapless and started right above Joey's chest. Also, Joey's chest and armpits had been carefully shaved. He looked strangely effeminate.
The dress ran down to about his midthigh and had some slits along the stomach portion revealing tan flesh. [Even if he is in a dress, I think Joey is yummy. ^_^ ]
His fingernails were painted bright red and he had many bracelets and necklace on, plus one ring on his finger. His ears had also been pieced and there were fake diamond earrings.
Let me elaborate on his dress and it being skin tight; it revealed Joey's slim body that surprisingly had feminine curves around the hips. He really looked like a girl with the special rubber things that the yamis had placed in the front of the dress. The only way you could tell it was Joey was, well, the only way we knew it was Joey was it was the only person missing and his yell gave it away with his voice.
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Joey nearly passes out because he yelled all that in one breath. [Quite remarkable.]
Yugi: *Sweatdrop* Umm . . . are you okay?
Joey: Of course not! I'm dressed like a friggin girl! WHAT THE HELL?! WHERE ARE THOSE YAMIS? THEY ARE SO DEAD!
Malik: (Grinning evilly) You might want to stop yelling. You'll mess up your make-up.
Joey just glares at Malik, but Yugi and Ryou realize something at the same time.
Yugi & Ryou: Where did the yamis go?!
Malik decides to ease Joey's pain and takes out a dart gun and shoots a semi-tranquilizer into Joey's neck, which was adorned with one black choker with a fake ruby in it. The tranquilizer wouldn't knock him out, but it would just make Joey really giddy and stuff, kind of as if he was drunk.
Malik: *Grins evilly, considering Joey* Well, I know Joey is our friend, but the damage is already done. Ya wanna have some fun with him?
He said this gesturing at the swooning figure that was Joey. He kinda looked drunk.
Ryou and Yugi nod in agreement with big, evil grins on their faces.
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MG666 Kinda fun chappie, wasn't it? Half of it was 'What the hell?!', but you have to admit that that was a nice effect. *Smiles*
Yami MG666 It wasn't as good as the last chapter.
MG666 Yeah, it wasn't as funny or anything, but I expected the first chapter to be a one shot thing, so cut me some slack. I had to work on my other story and the new one I'm starting to write.
Marik I still luved it, especially because I don't really like that Mutt Joey.
Seto Kaiba (Coming out of nowhere) Ha! I couldn't agree more. Nice one. (Disappears as suddenly as he had come.)
MG666 Riiiight, anyway, any ideas would be appreciated greatly. I promise the next chapter will be better than this one. Sorry about this chapter kinda being crappy.
PLEAZ R&R!