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Disclaimer: Kai: [Sneaks into large, high-tech security building, with large sign "KAIBA CORP." on outside] Nehehe... [Walks towards glass case in middle of room, and smashes it open] [Steals rites to Yu-Gi-Oh! and dashes out the window in which she came] MUAHAHA! I own Yu-Gi-Oh!, at last!
Pegasus: What? You? B-But...but I was just about to steal it! [bursts into tears outside KAIBA CORP.]
Guards: [Are running to catch thief of Yu-Gi-Oh! rites] Look! There's someone! [points at Pegasus]
Pegasus: [bawling so loud and hard he cannot see or hear the guards coming after him]
Guards: Ahem. You have stolen the rites to Yu-Gi-Oh!, so we're going to drag you to jail, and find some way to either throw you in prison or sue the pants off of you. Come with us.
Pegasus: But I didn't do it! I swear!
Kai: [Hiding in bushes] [Looks at rites to Yu-Gi-Oh!] As my first act of owner of Yu-Gi-Oh!, I declare Tea a non- existent character as of this day forward! [Tears up certificate saying Tea is a legible character in YGO!] Hehehe...
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Author's Note: Shh...don't tell anyone...I didn't REALLY steal Yu-Gi- Oh!...it was Pegasus!
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Dedication: [Sigh] I don't think I am going to write this for every chapter...it's just not necessary...then again... Anime: To you I grant Shadow Magic powers, seeing as I own Yu-Gi-Oh! now...you can be the BETTER, NEW character Yu-Gi-Oh! I remind you that this is a romantic TRAGEDY, and just...don't ask why... Blade: To you I grant the ability to keep your mouth shut when something regarding my sanity comes to mind!
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When He Loved Me
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Two: Sitting Down To Coffee
"Hey!" Someone yelled down the hall, which Yami continued down in silence. "Yami! Yami Motou!"
Yami stopped at the sound of his name, and turned around. "Huh? Is someone calling me?"
"Don't you listen the first time? I've been yelling at you the whole time we've been in this hall!" Seto ran up to Yami, and shifted his books under one arm as he regained his breath from rushing after Yami, sifting through the crowds of young people.
"Oh...sorry. It's only the second day of school, so nobody here really knows me. I wasn't expecting you to yell for me." Yami apologized. "Seto Kaiba, right?" He was still trying to match names with faces, and get them all right. Their classes were large.
"Yeah. And you're Yami Motou." Seto said confidently.
"You remembered me...?" Yami asked. This was rare. Though his hair was certainly a style most could remember him by, his name was uncommon, and nobody got it right the first time. What was different about Seto?
"Well...sort of," Seto pulled something from his jacket pocket. It was some sort of gadget. "I programmed this to remember everything for me, names, faces, email addresses, home addresses, phone numbers, and other things." He said, showing Yami the screen. He tapped a few buttons, and Yami's face came up, with the small bit of information below. "See?"
"Wow, you must be great with technology to do this...did you make it yourself?" Yami nodded.
"Yeah. But your profile only has your name, grade, and gender so far. Would you mind filling the rest out for me?" Seto asked, fingering the empty spaces beside places like 'birthday' and 'email.' Yami took the object in his hands as Seto handed it to him, and gave the other boy an uncertain look. "How do you work it...?"
"Do you still carry that identification thing around with you?" Yami asked as they waited in line behind a scruffy man in his forties, who was ordering a drink. Seto pulled a familiar- looking box from his pocket. "This...?" He asked.
"You still have it?" Yami stared at it.
"Uh-huh...it comes in handy at work. It's hard to remember all of the faces when you already run a company."
"Oh. Do you still have my profile?" Yami asked, smirking at the technology. It hadn't changed, except Seto might have put in some more memory chips, to hold more information, and had maybe deleted a few profiles.
"Yeah. Here, in 'High School Friends.'" Seto pointed out.
"There I am." Yami laughed, pointing at a picture of him in shop. You wouldn't know it was shop unless you had been there, and had seen all of the tables with nicks in them, and scraped paint on the top, and the rickety chairs around the table, which were placed by walls, also with peeling paint.
"You don't look much different from what you did then." Seto smiled, seeing Yami bend over his picture and adjust some of the information. There was almost no need to change the picture, because from the way he dressed, to his tell-tale hair, Seto could tell Yami Motou apart from the crowds even six years later.
"There." Yami said, handing the box back to Seto. "Done."
"Look, it's our turn to order." Seto pointed out.
"What can I get for you, gentlemen?" The man behind the counter asked as he dried a cup with a beige cloth. He nodded as Yami and Seto placed the same order, and in a minute had both on the counter before the two. "Here you are, boys. That'll be five twenty-four, and everything you need or want is over there." He pointed at a table not too far off, piled with things like honey, sugar, and cream. Yami fumbled in his pocket for change, but came out with nothing.
"Here, I've got it." Seto said, pulling out a wallet and handing the man a ten dollar bill.
"You're sure?" Yami asked.
"Yeah, why not?" Seto smiled, taking his change. He picked up the cups, pulling one towards himself, and handed the other in Yami's direction. Yami took the cup gratefully, mumbling a thanks as he blushed when Seto's fingers brushed against his own. He'd never admit it to his friends, or most who asked, but he had a preference that included boys and left out girls.
"No problem." Seto said. "Think of it as something in honor of our new friendship."
"What about you, Yami?" Seto turned to his old friend. "What're you getting?"
Yami shook from the memory, and gave the menu a stare before deciding. "Coffee." He said.
The man behind the counter, the very same one that had worked there six years ago, nodded, and poured a hot liquid into the cup. Plain, black coffee. "You guys know the drill. I'm sure you both remember, though neither of you have been here since you were in high school." He said, pushing the cups to the men.
"Here, I've got it." Seto put the exact change in the man's hand, and handed Yami his cup. Just like old times, Yami thought. When Seto would pay for the drinks, and hand Yami his. It was almost a tradition. Yami would only have to hold up his end of the deal, they'd agreed, by staying friends with Seto for life, and always be counted on for having no change on hand when the time came to pay.
"Thanks," Yami smiled. They walked to a table, and fixed their drinks the way they liked, each noticing the other had changed their taste somehow, and then headed for a table. "Look. Number fourteen." Seto said.
"This one has the best view of the street out the window," Seto decided.
"Then we'll sit here, at table fourteen." Yami nodded as Seto led him to their seats.
"Cheers." Seto said as he held out his cup.
"Enjoy." Yami gently bumped his own against Seto's extended cup before sipping hot coffee from it.
"So...how long have you lived in Domino, now, Yami?" Seto asked. The second day, and he'd already made friends with someone. Someone his little brother hadn't introduced him to, as well. Someone his own age, who could possibly be one of the only true friends Seto had in life.
"Most of the summer. We moved here with our Grampa a couple weeks into June," Yami replied.
"We?" Seto questioned.
"My little brother Yugi and I."
"Yugi, eh? I think I've heard that name before...Yugi Motou..." Seto pulled out the box from his pocket, and went through a few files, searching for the name. "Ah. Here, is this your brother?" Seto showed a picture for Yami to see.
"Yeah...how do you have a picture of him?"
"He filled everything out, just like you did, and he let me take his picture, because I like to keep an eye on Mokuba's friends. Mokuba is my little brother. He says he and Yugi are in the same class, and they made friends easy." Seto answered.
"Keep an eye on them? Does this mean you'll be spying on Yugi?" Yami asked.
"No, not spying...I just want to know some things about him, and stuff. I'm sure you understand, of course. It's not like Mokuba to relate to someone like he did Yugi. I have to look after Mokuba, since he's all I've got left." Seto said.
"So, how has Yugi been?" Seto asked as they took the familiar places at the table.
"He's alright, I guess. He's getting over an accident, right now. In fact, I think he flew in for the funeral today. It's being held in a town a few states over." Yami said slowly. He didn't know the girl very well, but she meant something to Yugi.
"Accident?" Seto wondered.
"A fatal one. Yugi's friend...I think her name was Gardener. Tea Gardener." Yami said.
"What happened?" Seto couldn't help but feed his mind, which craved information. He felt it a terrible thing to wonder, but he'd always wanted to know what happened when someone was injured or killed. Someone once suggested Seto go into Pathology, and perform autopsies, but the idea was turned down at the idea of cutting into people he didn't know instead of taking over a highly successful company.
"The police say someone cut the brakes in her car. She drove right off a cliff. Terrible, I think."
"Do the police have any leads to who may be responsible?" Seto went further.
"No. They said it must have been carefully thought out, for them to leave the plan almost flawless. Not even a suspect to who might not have liked her. To everyone's knowledge, anyone who got to know Tea had decided she was okay. Nobody disliked her. At least not enough to do that." Yami said.
Seto nodded, wanting to go on to other subjects, now that he knew. "And what about yourself? How have you been?" He asked. He stared at Yami, interested in what he had to say, and waited for an answer.
"I've been about the same as Yugi. Nothing big going on with me, right now. Just trying to figure out my bills without my head splitting in two." Yami laughed. "And you, Seto?" Yami refrained from using a familiar name he'd always used instead of Seto. Se-chan, he'd called him.
"Since high school, my life has become pretty boring as well. I don't get telephone calls often, and the company is in it's lower sales season...things are good, though. Peaceful enough." Seto smiled.
"And Mokuba?"
"Mokuba has been the one disturbing the peace, always making loud noises, talking to his girlfriend late on the phone, and things. He's becoming unbearable, although I could never send him anywhere else. How do you deal with Yugi?"
"Yugi and I actually live in separate homes, now." Yami answered. "Yugi lives on the other side of town, near Grampa, and is getting trained to take over the shop, still. I, on the other hand, have a job on this side of town, and can't afford a car, so I had to live over here. I see Yugi maybe once or twice a week, at most."
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[Sighs contentedly] I think that was a very good chapter...a little bit of intended humor, I know, but who could resist killing Tea? Especially after a request like that from Anime? I guess you're laughing your head off, but I must be silent, for it is 4:11 AM, and if my mother hears of my late night typing, she shall banish me from my keyboard, and my fictions will be rendered on hold!
[sips water] Does anyone think this fiction is particularly boring, or...what? I know Blade will be yelling at me...again. [Rolls eyes] But what do I care? I AM insane! MUAHAHA...[waves about YGO! rites] And I own Yu-Gi-Oh!, too! Hehehe...PLEASE REVIEW!
--Kai
Disclaimer: Kai: [Sneaks into large, high-tech security building, with large sign "KAIBA CORP." on outside] Nehehe... [Walks towards glass case in middle of room, and smashes it open] [Steals rites to Yu-Gi-Oh! and dashes out the window in which she came] MUAHAHA! I own Yu-Gi-Oh!, at last!
Pegasus: What? You? B-But...but I was just about to steal it! [bursts into tears outside KAIBA CORP.]
Guards: [Are running to catch thief of Yu-Gi-Oh! rites] Look! There's someone! [points at Pegasus]
Pegasus: [bawling so loud and hard he cannot see or hear the guards coming after him]
Guards: Ahem. You have stolen the rites to Yu-Gi-Oh!, so we're going to drag you to jail, and find some way to either throw you in prison or sue the pants off of you. Come with us.
Pegasus: But I didn't do it! I swear!
Kai: [Hiding in bushes] [Looks at rites to Yu-Gi-Oh!] As my first act of owner of Yu-Gi-Oh!, I declare Tea a non- existent character as of this day forward! [Tears up certificate saying Tea is a legible character in YGO!] Hehehe...
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Author's Note: Shh...don't tell anyone...I didn't REALLY steal Yu-Gi- Oh!...it was Pegasus!
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Dedication: [Sigh] I don't think I am going to write this for every chapter...it's just not necessary...then again... Anime: To you I grant Shadow Magic powers, seeing as I own Yu-Gi-Oh! now...you can be the BETTER, NEW character Yu-Gi-Oh! I remind you that this is a romantic TRAGEDY, and just...don't ask why... Blade: To you I grant the ability to keep your mouth shut when something regarding my sanity comes to mind!
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When He Loved Me
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Two: Sitting Down To Coffee
"Hey!" Someone yelled down the hall, which Yami continued down in silence. "Yami! Yami Motou!"
Yami stopped at the sound of his name, and turned around. "Huh? Is someone calling me?"
"Don't you listen the first time? I've been yelling at you the whole time we've been in this hall!" Seto ran up to Yami, and shifted his books under one arm as he regained his breath from rushing after Yami, sifting through the crowds of young people.
"Oh...sorry. It's only the second day of school, so nobody here really knows me. I wasn't expecting you to yell for me." Yami apologized. "Seto Kaiba, right?" He was still trying to match names with faces, and get them all right. Their classes were large.
"Yeah. And you're Yami Motou." Seto said confidently.
"You remembered me...?" Yami asked. This was rare. Though his hair was certainly a style most could remember him by, his name was uncommon, and nobody got it right the first time. What was different about Seto?
"Well...sort of," Seto pulled something from his jacket pocket. It was some sort of gadget. "I programmed this to remember everything for me, names, faces, email addresses, home addresses, phone numbers, and other things." He said, showing Yami the screen. He tapped a few buttons, and Yami's face came up, with the small bit of information below. "See?"
"Wow, you must be great with technology to do this...did you make it yourself?" Yami nodded.
"Yeah. But your profile only has your name, grade, and gender so far. Would you mind filling the rest out for me?" Seto asked, fingering the empty spaces beside places like 'birthday' and 'email.' Yami took the object in his hands as Seto handed it to him, and gave the other boy an uncertain look. "How do you work it...?"
"Do you still carry that identification thing around with you?" Yami asked as they waited in line behind a scruffy man in his forties, who was ordering a drink. Seto pulled a familiar- looking box from his pocket. "This...?" He asked.
"You still have it?" Yami stared at it.
"Uh-huh...it comes in handy at work. It's hard to remember all of the faces when you already run a company."
"Oh. Do you still have my profile?" Yami asked, smirking at the technology. It hadn't changed, except Seto might have put in some more memory chips, to hold more information, and had maybe deleted a few profiles.
"Yeah. Here, in 'High School Friends.'" Seto pointed out.
"There I am." Yami laughed, pointing at a picture of him in shop. You wouldn't know it was shop unless you had been there, and had seen all of the tables with nicks in them, and scraped paint on the top, and the rickety chairs around the table, which were placed by walls, also with peeling paint.
"You don't look much different from what you did then." Seto smiled, seeing Yami bend over his picture and adjust some of the information. There was almost no need to change the picture, because from the way he dressed, to his tell-tale hair, Seto could tell Yami Motou apart from the crowds even six years later.
"There." Yami said, handing the box back to Seto. "Done."
"Look, it's our turn to order." Seto pointed out.
"What can I get for you, gentlemen?" The man behind the counter asked as he dried a cup with a beige cloth. He nodded as Yami and Seto placed the same order, and in a minute had both on the counter before the two. "Here you are, boys. That'll be five twenty-four, and everything you need or want is over there." He pointed at a table not too far off, piled with things like honey, sugar, and cream. Yami fumbled in his pocket for change, but came out with nothing.
"Here, I've got it." Seto said, pulling out a wallet and handing the man a ten dollar bill.
"You're sure?" Yami asked.
"Yeah, why not?" Seto smiled, taking his change. He picked up the cups, pulling one towards himself, and handed the other in Yami's direction. Yami took the cup gratefully, mumbling a thanks as he blushed when Seto's fingers brushed against his own. He'd never admit it to his friends, or most who asked, but he had a preference that included boys and left out girls.
"No problem." Seto said. "Think of it as something in honor of our new friendship."
"What about you, Yami?" Seto turned to his old friend. "What're you getting?"
Yami shook from the memory, and gave the menu a stare before deciding. "Coffee." He said.
The man behind the counter, the very same one that had worked there six years ago, nodded, and poured a hot liquid into the cup. Plain, black coffee. "You guys know the drill. I'm sure you both remember, though neither of you have been here since you were in high school." He said, pushing the cups to the men.
"Here, I've got it." Seto put the exact change in the man's hand, and handed Yami his cup. Just like old times, Yami thought. When Seto would pay for the drinks, and hand Yami his. It was almost a tradition. Yami would only have to hold up his end of the deal, they'd agreed, by staying friends with Seto for life, and always be counted on for having no change on hand when the time came to pay.
"Thanks," Yami smiled. They walked to a table, and fixed their drinks the way they liked, each noticing the other had changed their taste somehow, and then headed for a table. "Look. Number fourteen." Seto said.
"This one has the best view of the street out the window," Seto decided.
"Then we'll sit here, at table fourteen." Yami nodded as Seto led him to their seats.
"Cheers." Seto said as he held out his cup.
"Enjoy." Yami gently bumped his own against Seto's extended cup before sipping hot coffee from it.
"So...how long have you lived in Domino, now, Yami?" Seto asked. The second day, and he'd already made friends with someone. Someone his little brother hadn't introduced him to, as well. Someone his own age, who could possibly be one of the only true friends Seto had in life.
"Most of the summer. We moved here with our Grampa a couple weeks into June," Yami replied.
"We?" Seto questioned.
"My little brother Yugi and I."
"Yugi, eh? I think I've heard that name before...Yugi Motou..." Seto pulled out the box from his pocket, and went through a few files, searching for the name. "Ah. Here, is this your brother?" Seto showed a picture for Yami to see.
"Yeah...how do you have a picture of him?"
"He filled everything out, just like you did, and he let me take his picture, because I like to keep an eye on Mokuba's friends. Mokuba is my little brother. He says he and Yugi are in the same class, and they made friends easy." Seto answered.
"Keep an eye on them? Does this mean you'll be spying on Yugi?" Yami asked.
"No, not spying...I just want to know some things about him, and stuff. I'm sure you understand, of course. It's not like Mokuba to relate to someone like he did Yugi. I have to look after Mokuba, since he's all I've got left." Seto said.
"So, how has Yugi been?" Seto asked as they took the familiar places at the table.
"He's alright, I guess. He's getting over an accident, right now. In fact, I think he flew in for the funeral today. It's being held in a town a few states over." Yami said slowly. He didn't know the girl very well, but she meant something to Yugi.
"Accident?" Seto wondered.
"A fatal one. Yugi's friend...I think her name was Gardener. Tea Gardener." Yami said.
"What happened?" Seto couldn't help but feed his mind, which craved information. He felt it a terrible thing to wonder, but he'd always wanted to know what happened when someone was injured or killed. Someone once suggested Seto go into Pathology, and perform autopsies, but the idea was turned down at the idea of cutting into people he didn't know instead of taking over a highly successful company.
"The police say someone cut the brakes in her car. She drove right off a cliff. Terrible, I think."
"Do the police have any leads to who may be responsible?" Seto went further.
"No. They said it must have been carefully thought out, for them to leave the plan almost flawless. Not even a suspect to who might not have liked her. To everyone's knowledge, anyone who got to know Tea had decided she was okay. Nobody disliked her. At least not enough to do that." Yami said.
Seto nodded, wanting to go on to other subjects, now that he knew. "And what about yourself? How have you been?" He asked. He stared at Yami, interested in what he had to say, and waited for an answer.
"I've been about the same as Yugi. Nothing big going on with me, right now. Just trying to figure out my bills without my head splitting in two." Yami laughed. "And you, Seto?" Yami refrained from using a familiar name he'd always used instead of Seto. Se-chan, he'd called him.
"Since high school, my life has become pretty boring as well. I don't get telephone calls often, and the company is in it's lower sales season...things are good, though. Peaceful enough." Seto smiled.
"And Mokuba?"
"Mokuba has been the one disturbing the peace, always making loud noises, talking to his girlfriend late on the phone, and things. He's becoming unbearable, although I could never send him anywhere else. How do you deal with Yugi?"
"Yugi and I actually live in separate homes, now." Yami answered. "Yugi lives on the other side of town, near Grampa, and is getting trained to take over the shop, still. I, on the other hand, have a job on this side of town, and can't afford a car, so I had to live over here. I see Yugi maybe once or twice a week, at most."
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[Sighs contentedly] I think that was a very good chapter...a little bit of intended humor, I know, but who could resist killing Tea? Especially after a request like that from Anime? I guess you're laughing your head off, but I must be silent, for it is 4:11 AM, and if my mother hears of my late night typing, she shall banish me from my keyboard, and my fictions will be rendered on hold!
[sips water] Does anyone think this fiction is particularly boring, or...what? I know Blade will be yelling at me...again. [Rolls eyes] But what do I care? I AM insane! MUAHAHA...[waves about YGO! rites] And I own Yu-Gi-Oh!, too! Hehehe...PLEASE REVIEW!
--Kai