To Nabberthe2nd - Okay, I am replying to your review. This is simply a comedy that is a compile of random jokes me and my friends have. I wrote this story so others can enjoy it, too. I am not mad at your review. You don't have to like it, but please, these are jokes. This story is unrealistic, but SO IS THE ACTUAL YUUGIOU! Plus, casual swearing is okay, you chose to read this story and I am old enough to swear on my own. That is all. Enjoy.

Okay, here it continues. This is becoming much longer than I had expected. Anywoot, I basically love Yami Malik and Jounouchi the most, so expect their parts to always be long. RRE!

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2:00 pm

Yuugi climbed the long stairs that led up to Yami Malik's room. He always was slightly afraid of going to that room. Weird things seemed to happen everyday. Screams sometimes echoed through the halls. They were only heard when anyone was up on the top floor.

An oaken door stood plainly at the stair's top. Nothing special. Yuugi lightly knocked and the sound of Yami Malik's steps clomped towards the entrance. He whipped open the door and looked down at the boy. A devilish grin curled on his face. Yami Malik grabbed Yuugi's sleeve and yanked him in. The door slammed shut behind them.

"Okay, wh ... what do you want to do?" Yuugi asked inside the room. "W ... we could make nooses again or ... or we could sharpen your knives or ..."

"We are going to paint today," Yami Malik said.

"Really?! Oooo, I love painting, especially with purple. Can we use watercolors?" Yuugi looked around the dim room. He saw canvases, but nothing else artsy. "Hey, where are the paint brushes?"

Yami Malik smiled. "No brushes." He pulled out a 6-inch cleaver from his belt. Yuugi was surprised he had not notice the ginormous thing before. "We will be painting with knives. " (AN: Did you say painting?)

"Um, what about ... you know ... the paint?" Yami Malik pressed the blade against his own wrist and slipped the edge over his bronze skin. A thin line of blood appeared and began to drip down his forearm. "We will use our blood as paint." He continued to stare at his oozing cut. Yuugi stood with his mouth agape. The, he suddenly exclaimed, "Ewwwwwwww!" Yami Malik rolled his eyes. A 5-inch steak knife was nestled in Yami Malik's oversized cargo pockets. He pulled it out and tossed it to Yuugi.

Yuugi caught it. With a shaky hand, he drew the knife up to his wrist. The blade almost cut his delicate skin. He could not do it. Yami Malik rolled his eyes again and gave the boy a Dixie cup full of syrupy, red liquid. "If you're going to be a baby about it ..." Yami Malik stated. The cup was full of Yami Malik's blood. Yuugi cringed. "Let's begin."

The two spent the next half hour being artful. They would trickle blood onto the blade (or dip it in the paper cup) and wipe it on the canvas in a design. Yami Malik dropped his cleaver to the ground and announced he was done. He spun his stand around. A scene of chaos and destruction spread over his canvas. It was beautifully done.

"It looks ... evil," Yuugi commented. Duh.

"Okay, what does yours look like." Yami Malik turned Yuugi's stand around to reveal his. It was a crude picture of a big penguin that was apparently snowboarding. (AN : Ha!)

"Like it?"

Yami Malik sighed. He thrust his knife into the canvas and slashed downward. The battered canvas frame fell to the floor. Yuugi gawked as Yami Malik destroyed his picture. "Go see Seto, now," Yami Malik commanded.

Yuugi gathered up his bag and left the room. He had thought that his picture was cute. Why didn't Yami Malik like it?

3:00 pm

Yay Seto! Yuugi loved to hang in his room. It was big and warm. Plus, it usually had several people lying around inside it. Yuugi entered the room for the second time that day and waved. "Hey, Seto! What do you want to do today?"

Seto grumbled. "Leave me alone, I am trying to read the Iliad."

"Well, I can read with you. I brought a book." Yuugi reached into his bag and lugged out a very heavy tome. He dragged it over the floor, sat in a chair, and pulled it onto his lap.

Seto looked up from his book. "You are going to read War and Peace?" he said with an unbelieving tone.

"Well," Yuugi answered, "if you want to read, then I'll read, too." Seto shook his head and went back to reading.

Nothing much happened during the hour. Yuugi began to hum loudly and Seto began glancing at the clock every 5 seconds for obvious reasons. Finally, Seto declared, "It is 4 o'clock, time for you to go." Yuugi stood up and heaved his book back into his bag.

"I got to page 29!" he announced. It was a big book and was hard to read. So, it was sort of understandable. He now had to go to his next appointment.

4:00 pm

Mokuba lied on the carpet outside of Seto's Room. He was playing with some lint. Yuugi stepped next to him and Mokuba jumped up. "Hey, Yuugi! It's my turn!"

"Hi, shall we start?"

"Yeah, let's go play with Seto!" They both pranced into his room.

Seto looked up and practically gasped. "Oh, crap. I thought you were gone for the day."

"Nope, I'm with Mokuba now. I do what he what's to do," Yuugi answered.

Seto held his forehead, probably trying to restrain a migraine. "I have to see you 3 times a day. Stop bothering me!"

Mokuba chimed in, "But, big brother, we just want to hang with you!" He strolled over to Seto's side and sat down. Yuugi followed by taking the other. Simultaneously, they began to bob up and down from happiness. Seto moaned and scrunched down further into his seat. Must escape the bouncing ...

Their persistent bobble movements tired Yuugi. He may be perky, but he is not Mokuba. Mokuba's adoration of Seto wears on the nerve. However, 5 o'clock was approaching and Malik would be waiting for Yuugi's arrival ... probably.

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There's more to come. Yuugi's schedule is still not done yet. Plus, there are other things that are going to happen in the mansion. Please review with more ideas. It would be nice if this could be as long as Yuugi Nonsense 1 or 2.