Myarharhaharhar, chapter three!
Misura – my first review! dances heh... this is partly based on real events that I thought would be amusing if the cast of YuGiOh did them XDD Good luck finding out what I did and what I didn't, some of it's pretty surprising. Oo''' It's a small world, I –love- your fanfiction!
:0 on with the show! ClowyCrow
CHAPTER 3
Ah, I was in that corner for ten seconds – TOPS – before being dragged back to the party by Malik. This was getting scary, but, what the heck. Might as well have fun, right?
"What'chya doin', Malik?" I asked, slyly.
"I'm... dragging your ass over to do some karaoke," Malik smirked evilly. For a second there, I thought his evil side was back. Gave me the creeps.
"What? Me? Sing? Yami has to open presents!" I whined back.
"He already opened them."
"He hasn't opened mine!" I looked at Yami, resisting crying out because of the rugburn Malik was giving me. "Yaaaaaamiiiiiii!"
In turn, Yami glomped me. "What is it, dearest?" he said, smirking. "Did we have cake yet?"
"No..." I said, sounding very sad. This was like ... a karaoke party night on crack.
"Aww, there there..." He cradled me in his lap, which was quite disturbing. But then again, I had said some pretty disturbing things before,[1] realising it after I said it. It's funny how most things don't sound wrong in your head.
After pretend-sobbing for a few seconds, my gift was conveniently an arm's reach away. I handed it to him, and slid off his lap onto the floor. "Happy birthday,"
He unwrapped it, and he loved it. Something along the lines of – "OhmygodI'vebeenwantingthisforthelooooooongesttimethankyouOtogi!" is good, right? The Vines and Jet. The perfect ...Australian... whatever. I'll come up with a better title later.
I elbowed Malik in the ribcage lightly and said "Thanks, Malik," so only he could hear. He nodded in response, and handed me the karaoke microphone.
"Goodie," I said, in a monotone voice.
"OhmygodOtogiyouhavetosingsomethingbyTheVines!" Yami squeed. (A/N: a squee is kinda' like a girlish squeal, but more masculine...? oO?)
"Yes. We have to hear Otogi sing, because his boyfriend can rap. Let's see how the feminine one does things," Bakura said, another one of his stupid comments I just KNOW I should have ignored, instead of punching him.
"How's THAT for feminine!" I yelled. A violent outburst for the normally calm, sly Ryuuji Otogi, I know, but I just... hate being called anything remotely near 'girly'. Shut up. Ponytails are cool.
"Woahwoahwoah," Jounouchi calmed as he restrained me. Ryou and Malik were busy restraining Bakura from coming back on the offensive, but I was actually surprised I actually HIT Bakura. He mustn't have been paying attention, but that's rare still.
Honda joined Jounouchi and took me into another room. The front, and I realised that the shop was closed. I could hear Bakura yelling "That whore- son! I will get him for that!" and sounds of struggle. Heh. I caused a domestic disturbance. Go me.
"What –happened-, man?" Honda asked. "You –punched- Bakura!"
"I know... that's kinda' extreme, even for you, Dicey-boy," Jou replied.
"I'm. Not. Feminine," I growled back through gritted teeth. I shook loose of their grasp, and looked at my knuckles. "Besides, I didn't punch him –that- hard..."
Honda sighed like one who had to explain things over and over would. I'm not –that- stubborn...
"Look, you're going to have to apologise," he said.
"What!? Why!? He. Called. Me. Feminine," I snarled.
"Dude. You have a ponytail. You have an earring. You wear eyeliner," Jou stated.
This didn't stop me from glaring daggers at him. "What are you.... Implying, Katsuya?" I said calmly, as I cracked my knuckles.
"You're a little feminine, man. Get over it,"
"Then I like being feminine. I just don't –call- it feminine. I call it..." I searched my mind for a name. "Ryuuji,"
Honda smacked his forehead. Jounouchi gave up and walked into the other room where I could hear Bakura yelling at people.
"Well, chicks dig me, and that's all that matters. You people can't get dates. What works, works," I shrugged. Bragging is a gift from god, I swear.
Honda gave up too. He followed in Jou's footsteps, and I followed after, twirling a lock of my beautiful hair. 'Oh so smecksay Ryuuji, how pretty you are...' I thought as I entered the doorway.
Only to be jumped by Bakura, and pinned to the ground. He straddled my waist, and pinned my arms above my head.
"Hello, Mr. Ryuuji. Nice to have met you," and with that, he dug his fingers into my neck.
I'll tell you now, this guy has a vicegrip. Ryou, apparently, knew his weak spot, and was blackmailing him.
"Let go of Otogi, now! Or I'll tell them..."
"If you dare, I swear I will kill you as swiftly as I'm killing Ryuuji, here,"
"You're not killing him swiftly, though,"
"Exactly,"
"Fine. You see, Bakura here has –"
Bakura instantly let go and sat back down on the couch. "Stupid mortals..." he grumbled.
I coughed, straightening out my windpipe. He was choking me slowly but surely, and if Ryou hadn't intervined, I'd still be slowly dying.
What disturbed me the most was that no-one came to my aid.
I was actually scared to be here.
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[1] – oo Did anyone else –other- than me (who watches the dub, but uses the Japanese names XDD) find "Now give Noa a spanking!" slightly disturbing? I remember other suggestive situations, but that was just... scary ;;
oo I barely have any Yuugi and Ryou in this! Characters keep getting IGNORED!!! hits self ;;
Misura – my first review! dances heh... this is partly based on real events that I thought would be amusing if the cast of YuGiOh did them XDD Good luck finding out what I did and what I didn't, some of it's pretty surprising. Oo''' It's a small world, I –love- your fanfiction!
:0 on with the show! ClowyCrow
CHAPTER 3
Ah, I was in that corner for ten seconds – TOPS – before being dragged back to the party by Malik. This was getting scary, but, what the heck. Might as well have fun, right?
"What'chya doin', Malik?" I asked, slyly.
"I'm... dragging your ass over to do some karaoke," Malik smirked evilly. For a second there, I thought his evil side was back. Gave me the creeps.
"What? Me? Sing? Yami has to open presents!" I whined back.
"He already opened them."
"He hasn't opened mine!" I looked at Yami, resisting crying out because of the rugburn Malik was giving me. "Yaaaaaamiiiiiii!"
In turn, Yami glomped me. "What is it, dearest?" he said, smirking. "Did we have cake yet?"
"No..." I said, sounding very sad. This was like ... a karaoke party night on crack.
"Aww, there there..." He cradled me in his lap, which was quite disturbing. But then again, I had said some pretty disturbing things before,[1] realising it after I said it. It's funny how most things don't sound wrong in your head.
After pretend-sobbing for a few seconds, my gift was conveniently an arm's reach away. I handed it to him, and slid off his lap onto the floor. "Happy birthday,"
He unwrapped it, and he loved it. Something along the lines of – "OhmygodI'vebeenwantingthisforthelooooooongesttimethankyouOtogi!" is good, right? The Vines and Jet. The perfect ...Australian... whatever. I'll come up with a better title later.
I elbowed Malik in the ribcage lightly and said "Thanks, Malik," so only he could hear. He nodded in response, and handed me the karaoke microphone.
"Goodie," I said, in a monotone voice.
"OhmygodOtogiyouhavetosingsomethingbyTheVines!" Yami squeed. (A/N: a squee is kinda' like a girlish squeal, but more masculine...? oO?)
"Yes. We have to hear Otogi sing, because his boyfriend can rap. Let's see how the feminine one does things," Bakura said, another one of his stupid comments I just KNOW I should have ignored, instead of punching him.
"How's THAT for feminine!" I yelled. A violent outburst for the normally calm, sly Ryuuji Otogi, I know, but I just... hate being called anything remotely near 'girly'. Shut up. Ponytails are cool.
"Woahwoahwoah," Jounouchi calmed as he restrained me. Ryou and Malik were busy restraining Bakura from coming back on the offensive, but I was actually surprised I actually HIT Bakura. He mustn't have been paying attention, but that's rare still.
Honda joined Jounouchi and took me into another room. The front, and I realised that the shop was closed. I could hear Bakura yelling "That whore- son! I will get him for that!" and sounds of struggle. Heh. I caused a domestic disturbance. Go me.
"What –happened-, man?" Honda asked. "You –punched- Bakura!"
"I know... that's kinda' extreme, even for you, Dicey-boy," Jou replied.
"I'm. Not. Feminine," I growled back through gritted teeth. I shook loose of their grasp, and looked at my knuckles. "Besides, I didn't punch him –that- hard..."
Honda sighed like one who had to explain things over and over would. I'm not –that- stubborn...
"Look, you're going to have to apologise," he said.
"What!? Why!? He. Called. Me. Feminine," I snarled.
"Dude. You have a ponytail. You have an earring. You wear eyeliner," Jou stated.
This didn't stop me from glaring daggers at him. "What are you.... Implying, Katsuya?" I said calmly, as I cracked my knuckles.
"You're a little feminine, man. Get over it,"
"Then I like being feminine. I just don't –call- it feminine. I call it..." I searched my mind for a name. "Ryuuji,"
Honda smacked his forehead. Jounouchi gave up and walked into the other room where I could hear Bakura yelling at people.
"Well, chicks dig me, and that's all that matters. You people can't get dates. What works, works," I shrugged. Bragging is a gift from god, I swear.
Honda gave up too. He followed in Jou's footsteps, and I followed after, twirling a lock of my beautiful hair. 'Oh so smecksay Ryuuji, how pretty you are...' I thought as I entered the doorway.
Only to be jumped by Bakura, and pinned to the ground. He straddled my waist, and pinned my arms above my head.
"Hello, Mr. Ryuuji. Nice to have met you," and with that, he dug his fingers into my neck.
I'll tell you now, this guy has a vicegrip. Ryou, apparently, knew his weak spot, and was blackmailing him.
"Let go of Otogi, now! Or I'll tell them..."
"If you dare, I swear I will kill you as swiftly as I'm killing Ryuuji, here,"
"You're not killing him swiftly, though,"
"Exactly,"
"Fine. You see, Bakura here has –"
Bakura instantly let go and sat back down on the couch. "Stupid mortals..." he grumbled.
I coughed, straightening out my windpipe. He was choking me slowly but surely, and if Ryou hadn't intervined, I'd still be slowly dying.
What disturbed me the most was that no-one came to my aid.
I was actually scared to be here.
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[1] – oo Did anyone else –other- than me (who watches the dub, but uses the Japanese names XDD) find "Now give Noa a spanking!" slightly disturbing? I remember other suggestive situations, but that was just... scary ;;
oo I barely have any Yuugi and Ryou in this! Characters keep getting IGNORED!!! hits self ;;