Yuugi – "quoted" (out loud)
Yami- italisized (thinking)
Anyone else - /back slashed/ (out loud) arrow if two-sided person
Okay, I have been conflicted lately. I have come to the conclusion that this story has no plot, no point, and makes no sense. DUH! It's called Yu- Gi-NONSENSE. Deal with it readers. Some chappies seem to be about mainly one character and then another won't even show up. Like this one, where's Yami! Oh, well. Anyway, thanx FACETEDINSANITY for the idea. RRE
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The house was finally clean, although no one knew why it had to be so spotless. That was, until Anzu came bursting everyone's room at the crack of dawn the next day. /Birthday party!/ she yelled. /Come downstairs for presents./
Yuugi sat up with a startle. He slid out bed and began to smile. Now he remembered, Anzu had set up a party for Yami Malik. Yuugi had cleaned the house to get it ready for the celebration. Hey, why not? He had a bunch of people just hanging that could be put to work. Malik trudged bleary eyed into Yuugi's door and asked, /What's happening?/ He gently ran his fingers over the cold Millennium rod held in his left hand. /Why are we up so early?/
"It's Yami Malik's birthday party, silly. Didn't you know? Tell him." Malik's expression changed as Yami Malik took over.
Kill him, kill who? he hurriedly questioned.
"No," Yuugi replied, "'tell him' I said. It's your 3012 1/4th birthday. Yay!"
Um, okay. Can I leave now?
"No, time to go downstairs." Yuugi seized Yami Malik's arm and began to pull him down the stairway. The confused Egyptian groaned the whole way for he did understand the pointless concept of a birthday. They walked into the kitchen. Ryou stood in front of the stove, as usual, with piles of bacon and eggs in front of him "Okay, Yami Malik, you get a cake," Yuugi declared.
/Yes,/ Ryou interrupted. /I will make you any flavor you want./
Yami Malik stood there thinking for a moment, then a devious grin began to curl on his face. Hmm, I think I'll take strawberry. He chuckled out loud and then left for the living room. Yuugi stared up at Ryou and frowned.
"Why did he laugh at that? I love strawberries."
/Huh, I recall Bakura telling me of this. Strawberries, like chocolate and others things, are aphrodisiacs. I don't know what they are, but Bakura knows a lot about them./
The whole house sat in the living room as Anzu bounced around putting paper birthday hats on everyone. She did have trouble with such hairstyles as Yuugi and Honda. So, Anzu improvised by placing the hat on their highest hair spike. Yami Malik just growled and shoved the waded up hat down the back of her shirt. Nearly everybody, even Yuugi, laughed.
Time passed and Yuugi found Jounouchi lurking in the kitchen,, probably lured in by the baking cake's aroma. Ryou bent over to open the oven door, pulled out the cake, and iced it in a flash. The cake, at Yami Malik's request, was food color black with a giant red 3012 ¼ plastered on the surface. Jouno requested, /Can I help put the candles on?/
Ryou nodded. /Yes, I'll start with the candles I have got over here and you two can get some extras from the drawer over there./ Yuugi and Jouno turned to get the candles and turned back around. The cake was now covered in waxy blue birthday candles. Each one was arranged into an intricate design. /Done, I didn't need those extra candles,/ Ryou stated plainly. The two stood staring at the work of art with mouths agape.
/It's a miracle!/ Jouno exclaimed with hands in the air. /There must be thousands of candles on that thing!/
/3012 ¼, to be exact./ Ryou said proudly pointing to the quarter of a candle in middle of the design.
/But, how? And, when? And, what?/ Jounouchi grunted and stomped out of the room. Yuugi shook the dumb founded look from his face and replaced it with a smile.
/Oh, bloody hell,/ Ryou said, /I don't have a match to light all these./ Leaving the kitchen, Yuugi found the party guests sitting in a circle on the living room carpet.
Honda pulled out a box from beneath the couch. /Time to play Mouse Trap!/ He looked in the box's contents and moaned. /There are no dice in here. We can't play without one./ Every person turned and looked at Otogi.
/What? Oh, no. You can't have my earring./ With that, the players jumped on him. When they sat back down, Honda had the dice in his hand, but Otogi had lost his shirt. Unsure looks went around. Yami Malik smirked while concealing the shirt behind his back. Yami became over excited and took control of Yuugi. Round after round, Yami won every single one. He hoarded all the little cardboard pieces of cheese and expertly maneuvered his mouse around the spaces. Why?! No one understood.
Later on, Ryou evidently got bored of cooking and decided on joining Yuugi and Yami Malik in the dining room to talk. Jounouchi showed up to join the conversation. The discussion's topic shifted suddenly and Jouno began asking questions about the Millennium items. His curiosity apparently over- whelmed him and he grabbed the rod. Bad idea. Give me back to the boy, you fool! he yelled at himself. Jounouchi could tell Yami Malik was mad as the ancient spirit shouted in his head. He handed the rod back to Malik and stepped away just before Yami Malik was able to reach out and strangle Jouno. He then ran out of the room and returned grinning with a pair of oven mitts. The magic of the Millennium items must have intrigued him more than expected. Jouno reached out with the mitts and switched the items upon the hikaris.
The shock of the event smacked Yami as he realized he was holding the Millenium puzzle while in Malik's body. He almost gasped, but instead smiled at his new height advancement. He straightened up. Yuugi had received the ring and Bakura now inhibited his body. Bakura grumbled as he looked down at his outfit and then up at his hair. He was wearing a black tank top and now had giant hair spikes and blond bangs. Ergh. All could do was use his hands to try to flatten the spikes. Meanwhile, Yami Malik was in Ryou's body. Nothing much bothered him; he just glared because he did not have his usual cape. At least he was not in the idiotic child's body again.
Jouno left the room, leaving his little swap alone with an accomplished look on his face. It did not take long, though, for the hikaris to get their items in the correct places. Because Bakura came up to Jouno, turned around, grabbed the Millennium rod from Malik, and clunk the boy on the head with it. Yuugi asked Jouno, "Comment t'allez-vous?"
/What? I don't speak Spanish,/ lightly tounching the bump that was forming on his scalp.
"That was French, Jouno. Tu es un tres bon prof francais," he replied, mentioning that he was a great French teacher.
Seto walked in. /Oh, you guys are still having your little party./ Then, he took one look at Jouno's head bump and laughed, /Nice lump./
/Thanks,/ Jounouchi answered. Hemust not be able to understand sarcasm in French or English. Oh, Ra.
Yuugi headed up to his room. Is it over?
"Oh, Yami. It was fun!" The day had ended and as he laid his head down to go to bed, Jouno ran past the door yelling.
Yami Malik followed. Come on, Jounouchi. Let's play a little pin the tail on the idiot with my rod. Ryou past the door, too. His face was burned from probably trying to light the 3012 1/4 candles with great success. He, he, Yami thought. A flaming cake. Yuugi just shook his head and went to sleep. Yuugi dreamed of Care Bears. While Yami dreamed about strawberries and chocolate.
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It's finally over. I have got many more chapters prewritten but I still love to receive ideas. You know they will be posted, you know.
Yami- italisized (thinking)
Anyone else - /back slashed/ (out loud) arrow if two-sided person
Okay, I have been conflicted lately. I have come to the conclusion that this story has no plot, no point, and makes no sense. DUH! It's called Yu- Gi-NONSENSE. Deal with it readers. Some chappies seem to be about mainly one character and then another won't even show up. Like this one, where's Yami! Oh, well. Anyway, thanx FACETEDINSANITY for the idea. RRE
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The house was finally clean, although no one knew why it had to be so spotless. That was, until Anzu came bursting everyone's room at the crack of dawn the next day. /Birthday party!/ she yelled. /Come downstairs for presents./
Yuugi sat up with a startle. He slid out bed and began to smile. Now he remembered, Anzu had set up a party for Yami Malik. Yuugi had cleaned the house to get it ready for the celebration. Hey, why not? He had a bunch of people just hanging that could be put to work. Malik trudged bleary eyed into Yuugi's door and asked, /What's happening?/ He gently ran his fingers over the cold Millennium rod held in his left hand. /Why are we up so early?/
"It's Yami Malik's birthday party, silly. Didn't you know? Tell him." Malik's expression changed as Yami Malik took over.
Kill him, kill who? he hurriedly questioned.
"No," Yuugi replied, "'tell him' I said. It's your 3012 1/4th birthday. Yay!"
Um, okay. Can I leave now?
"No, time to go downstairs." Yuugi seized Yami Malik's arm and began to pull him down the stairway. The confused Egyptian groaned the whole way for he did understand the pointless concept of a birthday. They walked into the kitchen. Ryou stood in front of the stove, as usual, with piles of bacon and eggs in front of him "Okay, Yami Malik, you get a cake," Yuugi declared.
/Yes,/ Ryou interrupted. /I will make you any flavor you want./
Yami Malik stood there thinking for a moment, then a devious grin began to curl on his face. Hmm, I think I'll take strawberry. He chuckled out loud and then left for the living room. Yuugi stared up at Ryou and frowned.
"Why did he laugh at that? I love strawberries."
/Huh, I recall Bakura telling me of this. Strawberries, like chocolate and others things, are aphrodisiacs. I don't know what they are, but Bakura knows a lot about them./
The whole house sat in the living room as Anzu bounced around putting paper birthday hats on everyone. She did have trouble with such hairstyles as Yuugi and Honda. So, Anzu improvised by placing the hat on their highest hair spike. Yami Malik just growled and shoved the waded up hat down the back of her shirt. Nearly everybody, even Yuugi, laughed.
Time passed and Yuugi found Jounouchi lurking in the kitchen,, probably lured in by the baking cake's aroma. Ryou bent over to open the oven door, pulled out the cake, and iced it in a flash. The cake, at Yami Malik's request, was food color black with a giant red 3012 ¼ plastered on the surface. Jouno requested, /Can I help put the candles on?/
Ryou nodded. /Yes, I'll start with the candles I have got over here and you two can get some extras from the drawer over there./ Yuugi and Jouno turned to get the candles and turned back around. The cake was now covered in waxy blue birthday candles. Each one was arranged into an intricate design. /Done, I didn't need those extra candles,/ Ryou stated plainly. The two stood staring at the work of art with mouths agape.
/It's a miracle!/ Jouno exclaimed with hands in the air. /There must be thousands of candles on that thing!/
/3012 ¼, to be exact./ Ryou said proudly pointing to the quarter of a candle in middle of the design.
/But, how? And, when? And, what?/ Jounouchi grunted and stomped out of the room. Yuugi shook the dumb founded look from his face and replaced it with a smile.
/Oh, bloody hell,/ Ryou said, /I don't have a match to light all these./ Leaving the kitchen, Yuugi found the party guests sitting in a circle on the living room carpet.
Honda pulled out a box from beneath the couch. /Time to play Mouse Trap!/ He looked in the box's contents and moaned. /There are no dice in here. We can't play without one./ Every person turned and looked at Otogi.
/What? Oh, no. You can't have my earring./ With that, the players jumped on him. When they sat back down, Honda had the dice in his hand, but Otogi had lost his shirt. Unsure looks went around. Yami Malik smirked while concealing the shirt behind his back. Yami became over excited and took control of Yuugi. Round after round, Yami won every single one. He hoarded all the little cardboard pieces of cheese and expertly maneuvered his mouse around the spaces. Why?! No one understood.
Later on, Ryou evidently got bored of cooking and decided on joining Yuugi and Yami Malik in the dining room to talk. Jounouchi showed up to join the conversation. The discussion's topic shifted suddenly and Jouno began asking questions about the Millennium items. His curiosity apparently over- whelmed him and he grabbed the rod. Bad idea. Give me back to the boy, you fool! he yelled at himself. Jounouchi could tell Yami Malik was mad as the ancient spirit shouted in his head. He handed the rod back to Malik and stepped away just before Yami Malik was able to reach out and strangle Jouno. He then ran out of the room and returned grinning with a pair of oven mitts. The magic of the Millennium items must have intrigued him more than expected. Jouno reached out with the mitts and switched the items upon the hikaris.
The shock of the event smacked Yami as he realized he was holding the Millenium puzzle while in Malik's body. He almost gasped, but instead smiled at his new height advancement. He straightened up. Yuugi had received the ring and Bakura now inhibited his body. Bakura grumbled as he looked down at his outfit and then up at his hair. He was wearing a black tank top and now had giant hair spikes and blond bangs. Ergh. All could do was use his hands to try to flatten the spikes. Meanwhile, Yami Malik was in Ryou's body. Nothing much bothered him; he just glared because he did not have his usual cape. At least he was not in the idiotic child's body again.
Jouno left the room, leaving his little swap alone with an accomplished look on his face. It did not take long, though, for the hikaris to get their items in the correct places. Because Bakura came up to Jouno, turned around, grabbed the Millennium rod from Malik, and clunk the boy on the head with it. Yuugi asked Jouno, "Comment t'allez-vous?"
/What? I don't speak Spanish,/ lightly tounching the bump that was forming on his scalp.
"That was French, Jouno. Tu es un tres bon prof francais," he replied, mentioning that he was a great French teacher.
Seto walked in. /Oh, you guys are still having your little party./ Then, he took one look at Jouno's head bump and laughed, /Nice lump./
/Thanks,/ Jounouchi answered. Hemust not be able to understand sarcasm in French or English. Oh, Ra.
Yuugi headed up to his room. Is it over?
"Oh, Yami. It was fun!" The day had ended and as he laid his head down to go to bed, Jouno ran past the door yelling.
Yami Malik followed. Come on, Jounouchi. Let's play a little pin the tail on the idiot with my rod. Ryou past the door, too. His face was burned from probably trying to light the 3012 1/4 candles with great success. He, he, Yami thought. A flaming cake. Yuugi just shook his head and went to sleep. Yuugi dreamed of Care Bears. While Yami dreamed about strawberries and chocolate.
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It's finally over. I have got many more chapters prewritten but I still love to receive ideas. You know they will be posted, you know.