Finally around to updating this story- but don't mind me... ff.net wouldn't
upload my chapter and therefore I didn't write for two weeks. But slowly-
and surely- I'm getting around to it. Eventually I'll upload everything I'm
lagging on... -_-.
SILVER DRAGON: Lovestruck? Hmph- well- I guess. He's just seen a cute guy, that's all! [giggles evilly]
PRINCESS STRAWBERRY: Immaturity? Yeah- I know what you mean. He's just giddy that's all! . riiight... ^_^.
YOUKO DEMON: Um... well- I don't wanna spoil the story for you by saying when every one comes in- so I won't say. For now. Hehehe...
SHENYA: Patience till the end? Yeah- true. But no updates for a long time? Well, I'll update as long as I'm not having to write constantly. But this fic will eventually get updated, so don't fret!
RYOUBAKURAFAN013: Lol... well- I KNOW I could have picked a better name for the cruiseliner, but I figured I needed to pay a tribute to Gundam Wing considering the BGM was being my inspiration at the moment. And besides, chick- you're giving me too much damn credit on my writing. As it, everything is all just stuck together- the words don't flow right to me -_- .
RENEE THE RABID SQUIRREL: Yes... bishies... [drool]
CARTAS: Slightly OOC... yeah- I know... I'm trying to keep everyone at least a little more in character by what they actually SAY- not what they think. You never know everything the character is actually thinking in the manga or in the show, right?
POISENDHEARTSNEVERCHANGE: You're confused on how I translated everything from my life to the writing, right? Um... well- I'd say it's about... 95% accurate with what happened to me for two reasons: 1) The lemon stuff didn't happen to me- it's just in there for both mass appeal and because it would have made more sense if it was happening to the actual characters... and 2) I don't remember EVERYTHING that happened to me on the trip, and therefore have to kinda make some quirks on my memories of what DID happen. But overall, it's pretty damn accurate. [nod nod]
ED 'N LUCIFER: Ranty? Yeah- you're right. But that's what I'm good at writing, I guess. -_-.
What else, what else? Nothing really, I guess... I guess I'll put this here....:
DISCLAIMER: I don't own YGO- I don't own any of the bishies that roam the show- but the events happened ((well- as I was tellin' Poisenheartsneverchange... 95% of the stuff actually happened)) and therefore the "plot" is mine. [hangs a little Ryou plushie on the end of the sign to make it cute] Now go read!
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/.../: Thoughts
Helplessly, Hopelessly: "Dreadful Realization"
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Yuugi sighed to himself; who would have known putting away everything you'd packed for a week could be so boring? /I need to get out of here.../ The teenager refolded a pair of black cargo shorts and held them against his chest thoughtfully.
According to the time on the nightstand clock, they'd been on the ship for almost 3 hours- and it was nearly 7. /I REALLY need to get out of here.../
"Hey, Grandpa. I think I'm gonna take a little walk, okay?" Yuugi asked to the old man who was arranging things in the small closet they had to share.
"Oh of course, Yuugi- you've been cooped up here all day. Just make sure to be back by around 7.45, alright? We've gotta get ready for dinner tonight." The older Motou smiled widely.
"I don't have to dress up, do I?" The teenager set his folded shorts back onto his small bed then reached to the nightstand to stick his keycard in his pocket.
"Not tonight, you don't- but we've gotta look presentable."
"Hmph..." Yuugi sighed and walked to the door. "I'll be back in a few..." He gave a small wave to his Grandfather and walked out into the hall, closing the door behind him.
/Now that I'm finally out of there.../ He glanced from side to side- the entire hall seemed still so busy. Crew members were still bringing up bags to doors- there were still tons of bags littering the hall, and numerous doors were open with people coming in and out of them.
Yuugi turned left, slipping his hands into his pockets as he made his way down the hall. He really had no idea where he was going- nor did he really care to know. The basic point of his walk: exploring. The seemingly endless rows of doors ended with a right hand turn towards stairs and elevators and signs indicating locations.
/Harpy's Lounge- up a level... Skylight Faith Observation Deck- up two levels.../ The teen barely glanced at the signs as he started up the stairs. The sight that greeted him as soon as he climbed the stairs was of plants and an open view. The Mississippi River was still floating by and he could see the river banks slowly passing.
The floor overall was very active. There were a few bars, a dance hall complete with disco ball and sound system, a casino, a video game arcade. But the two things that got his immediate attention were the Harpy's Lounge and what he'd missed before on the signs of directions: The Requiem Ball Room.
The Harpy's Lounge was designed to look like a high class café. It had a small stage and booths through the entire room. And along the back wall was a bar where a quiet waiter worked, cleaning glasses and dusting off the different wine choices that lined the wall behind the counter.
The Requiem Ball Room wasn't exactly a BALL ROOM. It was more of an amphitheater. Two stories- the first floor with circular booths and tables and a large stage with dark green curtains. The second story had movie theater like- rows of reclining chairs, all of matching green velvet lining. The walls had long oval windows on both sides and they lit the room with the sun.
/I wanna go outside.../ Yuugi thought vaguely as he walked out one of the three exits on the top floor of the ball room. He remembered somehow that Solomon had said that they wouldn't be out of the river till late night- because of both the length of the river, but also the speed the ship was allowed to go in the area.
Stepping onto the clear and bright elevator, Yuugi rode to the highest floor- but it wasn't as if he had much of a view. Only the cylinder-like area that included halls to the staterooms and the floor with the Ball Room and Harpy's Lounge. He was soon outside, though, and in comparison to how crowded it had been earlier in the day, it was pretty deserted on the main outer deck.
/I like it like this.../ He took a deep breath and slipped his hands into his pockets, walking towards the stern of the ship. /I think I'm gonna come back here at night./ Yuugi smiled to himself, leaning against the rail and leaning his head back, wind ruffling his tri colored locks. /I wonder what my curfew is going to be, too.../ The teenager looked down at his watch- 7.30. /I better head back now- it'll take me at least 5 minutes to get back.../
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The teen's fingers busied themselves on the buttons of his shirt as he glanced at himself in the bathroom mirror. "Grandpa- can you bring over the gel?" He asked as he began to UN-button the small pear colored fastenings in annoyance.
"Here you go, Yuugi. Are we going to be ready to go in 5 minutes?" The old man was spraying cologne onto his body and the scent was strong to the young man. He scrunched up his nose and proceeded to start arranging his slightly wet three colors of hair into their usual hair style.
"Yeah- sure."
"Oh- and Yuugi, make sure to button that shirt up." The teenager looked down at what he was wearing. A pair of levi cargo shorts that went past his knees, a white wife beater- and an open light blue short sleeve button down shirt.
"But it looks good this way..." He glanced at the mirror and continued to fix his hair.
"No it doesn't- it looks like you're advertising. Button up that shirt."
"But-"
"Don't 'but' me, Yuugi. Button up that shirt because it's not appropriate for dinner." And the old man turned and went to fiddling with his clothes.
/What the hell?!/ The teenager thought bitterly as he leaned down to the sink and washed his hands, reaching for the toothpaste and his toothbrush soon afterwards. /He has no right to tell me how to wear my clothes.../ He began to brush his teeth vigorously. /Besides- look at the shit he's wearing- he has no right to talk to me./
~*~*~
The two waited somewhat "patiently" outside the dining hall. Well- Solomon was waiting patiently, but Yuugi was squeamish. Solomon had forced his grandson to button up his shirt all the way to the collar and if anything, that was a "fashion disaster".
/Hurry up... open the damn DOOR!/ The young man screamed silently- and as if by magic, their 5 minute wait came to an end when the waiters opened the door to one of the ship's two dinning halls.
It was fancy. /Oh damn.../ His grandfather was being let to a table near the windows where a couple sat talking between themselves.
"Hello." Solomon said in his somewhat-chirpy mood. The couple looked up and smiled.
"I take it we're sharing a table with you." The male said and smiled.
"Yes we are, yes we are. Hell- nice to meet you- I'm Solomon Motou." The two shook hands. "This is my grandson- Yuugi Motou. He's here for his birthday." The blond male nodded and the teenager shook his hand.
/Just TELL the whole world it's my birthday. You don't know when to shut your damn mouth!/ Yuugi smiled and picked a seat next to his grandfather.
"I'm Jounouchi Katsuya- and this is my friend, Mai Valentine[1]." The woman smiled and gave Yuugi a small wave.
"How old you turning, kid?" Mai rested her elbow on the edge of the table and asked the young man across from her who looked down at his hands and smiled to himself.
"16."
"16? You look a lot younger than that. But it must be a tactic to use against the women- seeing on how cute you look." She winked and went back to drinking her water.
"Th-thanks." Yuugi reached forward and took his crystal glass cup and swirled his water in his glass. He brought it to his lips but was soon stopped.
"You should probably put a lemon slice in that before you drink it." A woman's voice said and he looked up to see two people standing besides their table- more people to sit with them.
/Wow- she looks good.../ Yuugi put his glass down to look at the two people who were to join them. A man and woman with slightly olive colored skin, some sort of Middle East descent, who had a definite knack for making everything they did graceful. The male didn't look to be over 25- and neither did the female.
"Hello, I'm Shadi. This is my wife, Isis." Yuugi couldn't take his eyes off the turban on his head, but decided it would be rude to stare. Everyone shook hands and Isis merely bowed slightly before her husband pulled back her chair for her to sit. The entire table was full now and the waiter was soon taking down drink orders. He handed everyone their menu and everyone was left to contemplating their meal choices.
"What are you going to order, Grandpa?" Yuugi asked softly as he starred at the list of foods he couldn't even pronounce.
"Chef's Daily Menu." He pointed at a rather large rectangle at the top of one of the lists. "If you're ever wondering what to order- go with that. There's always the best things on there." He smiled at his grandson and closed his menu.
"I- I guess I'll get that..."
"Hmph- Yuugi." Mai said softly, catching the teen's attention to the lemon slice that he'd placed inside his water glass.
"Yes?"
"You're pretty brave on deciding to come on this cruise around this time of year."
"Why's that?" The woman laughed lightly, taking her own glass and swirling it out of what looked like habit.
"Well- I haven't seen anyone your age on here the entire day. Didn't school start not that long ago?"
/Ah shit./ The teenager smirked lightly and nodded. "I guess I get a vacation from people, too." /I'm stuck here with this old man and no one here?!/ He took a sip of his slightly citrus-y drink and smiled. /Oh... no... no... I don't know if I'm ready to take this long without other people!/
"Is everyone ready to order?" The waiter came back and was soon taking orders.
/Oh... someone just shoot me now... please?/
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[1]: Okay, um... I had to either make them "friends" or I had to make them a couple. So I made someone else be the couple- and well, kept these two FRIENDS. Nothing is implied people! I don't really agree with... yeah. -_-. They're just friends.
And um... yeah- no updates till I get 45. ((damn. 45...!)) Maybe I should take quotas off this story- it's not like I won't get enough to update -_-.
SILVER DRAGON: Lovestruck? Hmph- well- I guess. He's just seen a cute guy, that's all! [giggles evilly]
PRINCESS STRAWBERRY: Immaturity? Yeah- I know what you mean. He's just giddy that's all! . riiight... ^_^.
YOUKO DEMON: Um... well- I don't wanna spoil the story for you by saying when every one comes in- so I won't say. For now. Hehehe...
SHENYA: Patience till the end? Yeah- true. But no updates for a long time? Well, I'll update as long as I'm not having to write constantly. But this fic will eventually get updated, so don't fret!
RYOUBAKURAFAN013: Lol... well- I KNOW I could have picked a better name for the cruiseliner, but I figured I needed to pay a tribute to Gundam Wing considering the BGM was being my inspiration at the moment. And besides, chick- you're giving me too much damn credit on my writing. As it, everything is all just stuck together- the words don't flow right to me -_- .
RENEE THE RABID SQUIRREL: Yes... bishies... [drool]
CARTAS: Slightly OOC... yeah- I know... I'm trying to keep everyone at least a little more in character by what they actually SAY- not what they think. You never know everything the character is actually thinking in the manga or in the show, right?
POISENDHEARTSNEVERCHANGE: You're confused on how I translated everything from my life to the writing, right? Um... well- I'd say it's about... 95% accurate with what happened to me for two reasons: 1) The lemon stuff didn't happen to me- it's just in there for both mass appeal and because it would have made more sense if it was happening to the actual characters... and 2) I don't remember EVERYTHING that happened to me on the trip, and therefore have to kinda make some quirks on my memories of what DID happen. But overall, it's pretty damn accurate. [nod nod]
ED 'N LUCIFER: Ranty? Yeah- you're right. But that's what I'm good at writing, I guess. -_-.
What else, what else? Nothing really, I guess... I guess I'll put this here....:
DISCLAIMER: I don't own YGO- I don't own any of the bishies that roam the show- but the events happened ((well- as I was tellin' Poisenheartsneverchange... 95% of the stuff actually happened)) and therefore the "plot" is mine. [hangs a little Ryou plushie on the end of the sign to make it cute] Now go read!
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/.../: Thoughts
Helplessly, Hopelessly: "Dreadful Realization"
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Yuugi sighed to himself; who would have known putting away everything you'd packed for a week could be so boring? /I need to get out of here.../ The teenager refolded a pair of black cargo shorts and held them against his chest thoughtfully.
According to the time on the nightstand clock, they'd been on the ship for almost 3 hours- and it was nearly 7. /I REALLY need to get out of here.../
"Hey, Grandpa. I think I'm gonna take a little walk, okay?" Yuugi asked to the old man who was arranging things in the small closet they had to share.
"Oh of course, Yuugi- you've been cooped up here all day. Just make sure to be back by around 7.45, alright? We've gotta get ready for dinner tonight." The older Motou smiled widely.
"I don't have to dress up, do I?" The teenager set his folded shorts back onto his small bed then reached to the nightstand to stick his keycard in his pocket.
"Not tonight, you don't- but we've gotta look presentable."
"Hmph..." Yuugi sighed and walked to the door. "I'll be back in a few..." He gave a small wave to his Grandfather and walked out into the hall, closing the door behind him.
/Now that I'm finally out of there.../ He glanced from side to side- the entire hall seemed still so busy. Crew members were still bringing up bags to doors- there were still tons of bags littering the hall, and numerous doors were open with people coming in and out of them.
Yuugi turned left, slipping his hands into his pockets as he made his way down the hall. He really had no idea where he was going- nor did he really care to know. The basic point of his walk: exploring. The seemingly endless rows of doors ended with a right hand turn towards stairs and elevators and signs indicating locations.
/Harpy's Lounge- up a level... Skylight Faith Observation Deck- up two levels.../ The teen barely glanced at the signs as he started up the stairs. The sight that greeted him as soon as he climbed the stairs was of plants and an open view. The Mississippi River was still floating by and he could see the river banks slowly passing.
The floor overall was very active. There were a few bars, a dance hall complete with disco ball and sound system, a casino, a video game arcade. But the two things that got his immediate attention were the Harpy's Lounge and what he'd missed before on the signs of directions: The Requiem Ball Room.
The Harpy's Lounge was designed to look like a high class café. It had a small stage and booths through the entire room. And along the back wall was a bar where a quiet waiter worked, cleaning glasses and dusting off the different wine choices that lined the wall behind the counter.
The Requiem Ball Room wasn't exactly a BALL ROOM. It was more of an amphitheater. Two stories- the first floor with circular booths and tables and a large stage with dark green curtains. The second story had movie theater like- rows of reclining chairs, all of matching green velvet lining. The walls had long oval windows on both sides and they lit the room with the sun.
/I wanna go outside.../ Yuugi thought vaguely as he walked out one of the three exits on the top floor of the ball room. He remembered somehow that Solomon had said that they wouldn't be out of the river till late night- because of both the length of the river, but also the speed the ship was allowed to go in the area.
Stepping onto the clear and bright elevator, Yuugi rode to the highest floor- but it wasn't as if he had much of a view. Only the cylinder-like area that included halls to the staterooms and the floor with the Ball Room and Harpy's Lounge. He was soon outside, though, and in comparison to how crowded it had been earlier in the day, it was pretty deserted on the main outer deck.
/I like it like this.../ He took a deep breath and slipped his hands into his pockets, walking towards the stern of the ship. /I think I'm gonna come back here at night./ Yuugi smiled to himself, leaning against the rail and leaning his head back, wind ruffling his tri colored locks. /I wonder what my curfew is going to be, too.../ The teenager looked down at his watch- 7.30. /I better head back now- it'll take me at least 5 minutes to get back.../
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The teen's fingers busied themselves on the buttons of his shirt as he glanced at himself in the bathroom mirror. "Grandpa- can you bring over the gel?" He asked as he began to UN-button the small pear colored fastenings in annoyance.
"Here you go, Yuugi. Are we going to be ready to go in 5 minutes?" The old man was spraying cologne onto his body and the scent was strong to the young man. He scrunched up his nose and proceeded to start arranging his slightly wet three colors of hair into their usual hair style.
"Yeah- sure."
"Oh- and Yuugi, make sure to button that shirt up." The teenager looked down at what he was wearing. A pair of levi cargo shorts that went past his knees, a white wife beater- and an open light blue short sleeve button down shirt.
"But it looks good this way..." He glanced at the mirror and continued to fix his hair.
"No it doesn't- it looks like you're advertising. Button up that shirt."
"But-"
"Don't 'but' me, Yuugi. Button up that shirt because it's not appropriate for dinner." And the old man turned and went to fiddling with his clothes.
/What the hell?!/ The teenager thought bitterly as he leaned down to the sink and washed his hands, reaching for the toothpaste and his toothbrush soon afterwards. /He has no right to tell me how to wear my clothes.../ He began to brush his teeth vigorously. /Besides- look at the shit he's wearing- he has no right to talk to me./
~*~*~
The two waited somewhat "patiently" outside the dining hall. Well- Solomon was waiting patiently, but Yuugi was squeamish. Solomon had forced his grandson to button up his shirt all the way to the collar and if anything, that was a "fashion disaster".
/Hurry up... open the damn DOOR!/ The young man screamed silently- and as if by magic, their 5 minute wait came to an end when the waiters opened the door to one of the ship's two dinning halls.
It was fancy. /Oh damn.../ His grandfather was being let to a table near the windows where a couple sat talking between themselves.
"Hello." Solomon said in his somewhat-chirpy mood. The couple looked up and smiled.
"I take it we're sharing a table with you." The male said and smiled.
"Yes we are, yes we are. Hell- nice to meet you- I'm Solomon Motou." The two shook hands. "This is my grandson- Yuugi Motou. He's here for his birthday." The blond male nodded and the teenager shook his hand.
/Just TELL the whole world it's my birthday. You don't know when to shut your damn mouth!/ Yuugi smiled and picked a seat next to his grandfather.
"I'm Jounouchi Katsuya- and this is my friend, Mai Valentine[1]." The woman smiled and gave Yuugi a small wave.
"How old you turning, kid?" Mai rested her elbow on the edge of the table and asked the young man across from her who looked down at his hands and smiled to himself.
"16."
"16? You look a lot younger than that. But it must be a tactic to use against the women- seeing on how cute you look." She winked and went back to drinking her water.
"Th-thanks." Yuugi reached forward and took his crystal glass cup and swirled his water in his glass. He brought it to his lips but was soon stopped.
"You should probably put a lemon slice in that before you drink it." A woman's voice said and he looked up to see two people standing besides their table- more people to sit with them.
/Wow- she looks good.../ Yuugi put his glass down to look at the two people who were to join them. A man and woman with slightly olive colored skin, some sort of Middle East descent, who had a definite knack for making everything they did graceful. The male didn't look to be over 25- and neither did the female.
"Hello, I'm Shadi. This is my wife, Isis." Yuugi couldn't take his eyes off the turban on his head, but decided it would be rude to stare. Everyone shook hands and Isis merely bowed slightly before her husband pulled back her chair for her to sit. The entire table was full now and the waiter was soon taking down drink orders. He handed everyone their menu and everyone was left to contemplating their meal choices.
"What are you going to order, Grandpa?" Yuugi asked softly as he starred at the list of foods he couldn't even pronounce.
"Chef's Daily Menu." He pointed at a rather large rectangle at the top of one of the lists. "If you're ever wondering what to order- go with that. There's always the best things on there." He smiled at his grandson and closed his menu.
"I- I guess I'll get that..."
"Hmph- Yuugi." Mai said softly, catching the teen's attention to the lemon slice that he'd placed inside his water glass.
"Yes?"
"You're pretty brave on deciding to come on this cruise around this time of year."
"Why's that?" The woman laughed lightly, taking her own glass and swirling it out of what looked like habit.
"Well- I haven't seen anyone your age on here the entire day. Didn't school start not that long ago?"
/Ah shit./ The teenager smirked lightly and nodded. "I guess I get a vacation from people, too." /I'm stuck here with this old man and no one here?!/ He took a sip of his slightly citrus-y drink and smiled. /Oh... no... no... I don't know if I'm ready to take this long without other people!/
"Is everyone ready to order?" The waiter came back and was soon taking orders.
/Oh... someone just shoot me now... please?/
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[1]: Okay, um... I had to either make them "friends" or I had to make them a couple. So I made someone else be the couple- and well, kept these two FRIENDS. Nothing is implied people! I don't really agree with... yeah. -_-. They're just friends.
And um... yeah- no updates till I get 45. ((damn. 45...!)) Maybe I should take quotas off this story- it's not like I won't get enough to update -_-.