Katie: Ha! My Writer's block has ended! Not that anyone cares. I came up with this little story while I was in the bathroom. I heard my mom in the kitchen useing the pencil sharpener....she was having issues with it. Sooo thats how this story came to be.
Disclaimer: Yugioh ain't mine. None of the characters are mine. So ya....
The Pencil Sharpener V.S. Yami
It was the afternoon after the first day of school. Some crazy evil teacher, had assinged homework. What happened to the no homework on the first day of school rule? Thats all that one teen could think of as he sat at the table of the kitchen, stareing at his writing assingment. Sighing, the teen with a head of tri-colored hair picks up his pencil and begins writing. He growls in slight frustration as some of his blond bangs fall into his face. The game king pushes them out of the way.
"I'm glad we never had to do this back in Egypt..." the 500 year old Pharoah mutters under his breath.
He was getting closer to finishing the writing assingment when it happened. The led of his pencil broke. The crimson eyed yami stares at the pencil, blinking. He could faintly remember Yugi telling him about what to do if this happened. He was supposed to use some sort of contraption....what was it called again? Oh ya! A pencil sharpener.
Crimson gaze scans over the room before finally landed on the device he would need to use. Standing, he walks over and jams his pencil inside. Nothing happened. The pharoah tilts his head to the side slightly, pulling out his pencil and looking at it. It wasn't sharpened. He begins jabbing his pencil into the odd contraption. About ten minutes later he was no better off.
The spiky haired duelst growls in frustration. Picking up the machine, he slams it into the counter, then sticks his pencil in it once more. Still nothing.
Yami was becomming quite angry. How was he supposed to finish his report without a pencil?! Now of course, he didn't think that he could perhaps just go get another pencil. On the account he had a ton of them in his binder. Instead, he once more picks up the object of his hatered at the present moment, and throws it against the wall. It hits the wall with the thud, and falls to the ground.
The ancient spirit steps on the pencil sharpener multiple times before kicking it across the room.
"Why won't you work you stupid thing!!" he exclaims, crossing his arms.
He stares intently at the machine that was now laying upon the ground. He taps his foot as he considers what he could do. Smirking, the golden puzzle around his neck glows and the eye marking apperares upon his forehead.
"Yami! Stop right there." the firm voice of Yugi Moto commands as he walks towards his yami.
"Why?" the pharoah questions, turning to face his hikari, his puzzle returning to normal.
"What do you think yo uare doing?" Yugi questions, arching a brow.
"That...stupid pencil thing won't work!!" Yami replies, pouting.
The younger of the two walks over and sweatdrops. Picking up the poor abused pencil sharpener, he hold it up. Padding over, he sets it back on the counter. He holds up the plug.
"It may help if you plug it in first..."