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KB: If Yu-Gi-Oh! Were ours, we'd send lawyers to the Shadow Realm to avoid Disclaimers.
YKB: The title is indeed a pun, I think.
//thought// = Ryou thinking to Bakura
\\thought\\ = Bakura thinking to Ryou
--thought-- = Malik's thoughts in someone else's head
I Got Hit By a Car
Chapter 3
I Want My Yami
Bakura POV
Now, after two hour-long episodes of 'All My Mummies' and many tormented animals later, there was this nagging feeling like I had forgotten something or someone....
"Hey, Malik, why did you come over today?" I asked.
"Um, let's see.... Oh, yeah! Ryou got hit by a car and the cable was out so I needed to watch the soaps!" Malik said, who was sitting upside down on the couch.
"AND WHOSE FAULT IS THAT?" Marik demanded.
"My hikari got HIT BY A CAR!" I screamed. "Isn't THAT MORE IMPORTANT?"
"Um...depends.... Do hospitals have TV and Cable?" Malik asked, poking Marik's knee.
"Don't poke me." Marik said.
"Yeah. But that's not the point. He's hurt; he'll need... Malik, what's the word for when you do something for someone because they can't do it themselves? Like seeing an old lady with a crutch and letting her lean on your shoulder like Ryou did before I sent the crutch to the Shadow Realm?" I asked, pacing in front of them.
"Uh, help?" Malik asked, poking Marik's rib.
"Don't poke me," Marik stated.
"Yeah, and that will require me to be something other than evil. What's that again?" I asked.
"Um, being nice?" Malik asked, poking Marik's forehead.
"Poke me again and I'll shove the Millennium Rod up-" Marik threatened.
"Luckily, you guys are gonna be here too," I said.
"Only till the cable's back. And besides, Ryou's your hikari. Not mine or Marik's," Malik said, now poking me when I passed.
"Um.... You can't stay unless you hilp me," I said, trying out that new word.
"It's 'help' dear," Malik corrected, and as I walked by he poked me.
"Uh, so what do we do now?" asked Marik.
"Um, I dunno. Malik?" I asked, poke. Guess who.
"We go to the hospital. I think. I mean, Ryou will probably want to see you and then there will be a dramatic scene that will end in yaoi."
"Oh, that's nick," I said, using the other new word.
"It's nice, dear," Malik corrected, poke.
"What's with the dear stuff?" I asked.
"Uh... I know. Bakura, I really am in love with you." Malik said. "And now before you meet Ryou I'm gonna seduce you."
"Um, that's not in the script!" Kitsune Baka shouts running onstage.
"Shut up, you," Marik said, pointing the Millennium Rod at her. "Go on. It was just getting good."
"Er, where was I? Oh, yes, a dramatic speech in which I attempt to woo you." Malik grinned evilly.
"Urm, if we know that Ryou and I are gonna have our own little scene, then why are you even bothering?" I asked.
"Plot complications, duh. Anyway, let's add some dramatic flair." Malik said, taking the Rod from Marik and waving it. The room was dimmed and now lit by a few red candles. The curtains were closed and Malik pushed me onto a black leather chair. Uh, this can't be good.
Ryou POV
I'M GONNA KILL HIM! Here I am, sitting in the hospital, awaiting him for a big dramatic scene. And where is he? I don't know. Hey, we have a mind link. Yeah, I couldn't think due to trauma to my head during the car. (A/N: In other words, he was too stupid to think of it but we'll just play along.)
//Bakura?//
\\Ryou? Oh thank, Ra. Malik's having a moment.\\
--Hey, hey. Can I join the party? -
//Malik? What the... are you doing in Bakura's head and our mind link?//
--Ryou, I'm trying to seduce Bakura while you're stuck in the hospital. Nothing personal. He's too cute to let go.- -
\\Ryou, save me.\\
//Fine, I don't want him anyway. He totally prefers his soaps.//
I hate him. I'm closing the mind link. Stupid Bakura. Stupid Malik. I hate them both. No, I don't hate Bakura. In fact, I want my yami.
Hm, I'll have to sneak out. Kuso. Wait, I know. I'll just ask Bakura. He was a for-
Wait, I can't just go back. Bakura chose soap operas over me. I can't go back. Still...
I WANT MY YAMI!
TO BE CONTINUED...
KB: drool... [still in daze from encounter with the Millennium rod.]
YKB: How did Marik and Malik take the story from my control?
KB: drool...
YKB: Er, I will send them to the Shadow-
Malik: Ha ha ha, you have no control. Mwuhahaha! You will come back. [Points Millennium Rod at viewers.] And you will review.
KB: If Yu-Gi-Oh! Were ours, we'd send lawyers to the Shadow Realm to avoid Disclaimers.
YKB: The title is indeed a pun, I think.
//thought// = Ryou thinking to Bakura
\\thought\\ = Bakura thinking to Ryou
--thought-- = Malik's thoughts in someone else's head
I Got Hit By a Car
Chapter 3
I Want My Yami
Bakura POV
Now, after two hour-long episodes of 'All My Mummies' and many tormented animals later, there was this nagging feeling like I had forgotten something or someone....
"Hey, Malik, why did you come over today?" I asked.
"Um, let's see.... Oh, yeah! Ryou got hit by a car and the cable was out so I needed to watch the soaps!" Malik said, who was sitting upside down on the couch.
"AND WHOSE FAULT IS THAT?" Marik demanded.
"My hikari got HIT BY A CAR!" I screamed. "Isn't THAT MORE IMPORTANT?"
"Um...depends.... Do hospitals have TV and Cable?" Malik asked, poking Marik's knee.
"Don't poke me." Marik said.
"Yeah. But that's not the point. He's hurt; he'll need... Malik, what's the word for when you do something for someone because they can't do it themselves? Like seeing an old lady with a crutch and letting her lean on your shoulder like Ryou did before I sent the crutch to the Shadow Realm?" I asked, pacing in front of them.
"Uh, help?" Malik asked, poking Marik's rib.
"Don't poke me," Marik stated.
"Yeah, and that will require me to be something other than evil. What's that again?" I asked.
"Um, being nice?" Malik asked, poking Marik's forehead.
"Poke me again and I'll shove the Millennium Rod up-" Marik threatened.
"Luckily, you guys are gonna be here too," I said.
"Only till the cable's back. And besides, Ryou's your hikari. Not mine or Marik's," Malik said, now poking me when I passed.
"Um.... You can't stay unless you hilp me," I said, trying out that new word.
"It's 'help' dear," Malik corrected, and as I walked by he poked me.
"Uh, so what do we do now?" asked Marik.
"Um, I dunno. Malik?" I asked, poke. Guess who.
"We go to the hospital. I think. I mean, Ryou will probably want to see you and then there will be a dramatic scene that will end in yaoi."
"Oh, that's nick," I said, using the other new word.
"It's nice, dear," Malik corrected, poke.
"What's with the dear stuff?" I asked.
"Uh... I know. Bakura, I really am in love with you." Malik said. "And now before you meet Ryou I'm gonna seduce you."
"Um, that's not in the script!" Kitsune Baka shouts running onstage.
"Shut up, you," Marik said, pointing the Millennium Rod at her. "Go on. It was just getting good."
"Er, where was I? Oh, yes, a dramatic speech in which I attempt to woo you." Malik grinned evilly.
"Urm, if we know that Ryou and I are gonna have our own little scene, then why are you even bothering?" I asked.
"Plot complications, duh. Anyway, let's add some dramatic flair." Malik said, taking the Rod from Marik and waving it. The room was dimmed and now lit by a few red candles. The curtains were closed and Malik pushed me onto a black leather chair. Uh, this can't be good.
Ryou POV
I'M GONNA KILL HIM! Here I am, sitting in the hospital, awaiting him for a big dramatic scene. And where is he? I don't know. Hey, we have a mind link. Yeah, I couldn't think due to trauma to my head during the car. (A/N: In other words, he was too stupid to think of it but we'll just play along.)
//Bakura?//
\\Ryou? Oh thank, Ra. Malik's having a moment.\\
--Hey, hey. Can I join the party? -
//Malik? What the... are you doing in Bakura's head and our mind link?//
--Ryou, I'm trying to seduce Bakura while you're stuck in the hospital. Nothing personal. He's too cute to let go.- -
\\Ryou, save me.\\
//Fine, I don't want him anyway. He totally prefers his soaps.//
I hate him. I'm closing the mind link. Stupid Bakura. Stupid Malik. I hate them both. No, I don't hate Bakura. In fact, I want my yami.
Hm, I'll have to sneak out. Kuso. Wait, I know. I'll just ask Bakura. He was a for-
Wait, I can't just go back. Bakura chose soap operas over me. I can't go back. Still...
I WANT MY YAMI!
TO BE CONTINUED...
KB: drool... [still in daze from encounter with the Millennium rod.]
YKB: How did Marik and Malik take the story from my control?
KB: drool...
YKB: Er, I will send them to the Shadow-
Malik: Ha ha ha, you have no control. Mwuhahaha! You will come back. [Points Millennium Rod at viewers.] And you will review.