Title: Wednesdays always suck
Author: galwivagunblade
Summary: well, Wednesday never was an exciting day. YuGiOh at school. NOT lame.
Pairings: vote! Vote and I shall include it! Even if you are horribly outnumbered, I like a challenge. I will involve every pairing you tell me to, even if its just a hug in the doorway or something. And, if you really want me to, I will put in some Téa romance in.
Warnings: suggest any pairings with 'Kura in and I'll include S&M. will have some lemons. Horrid bloody gory bit in this chapter, but its casual self harm.
General: I do actually need reviews for this. I'm not setting a quota, but I just need some suggestions.
Ok, I had four nice reviews, so thankies to y'all! So far I have one vote of Seto-x-'Togi, so that's going in. I'm gonna load this with YuuJou till you make me stop. This chapter is weird, not actually much plot. Lots of flirting though, and over usage of the word "blood". YAOI BLOOD AND MORE YAOI!!
AND, (and, and, and, and, and!) the Duke-being-half-asleep-thinking-Seto-is- a-bed actually comes from "a 360 degree Bermuda love triangle" by momochan. Read it! ===============================
(Joey again)
"Good morning class." That voice. Made me feel sick. Why? God, Yugi's gone all white. I stroked my little friends' hair gently, and tried to make sense of it all when he came around the corner. Red suit? White hair? Eye patch? Ok, that ones new. Our teacher (supply, I hope) was Maximillion J Pegasus. At this point, Yugi had buried his face in my shirt, shaking. I kept petting him and mumbling that it was OK. We all froze, either giggling or scared.
'But I really thought he was... dead?' Tristan whispered behind me. I shrugged, but gently, to be gentle to the boy shoving his face in my midriff.
Cue the biggest diversion in the whole world.
Seto, Yami Bakura, Yami Yugi and Yami Marik all running like the wind. Shoving each other out the way trying to gain speed somehow, this resulted in the four to topple and fall in a large giggling, groaning, cursing heap in the middle of the hallway, at Pegasus' feet. Damn, what the-
Ok, not only did this jerk Yugi out of his hiding place, make Beatrix drop her hair brush (you probably don't get that, well it just tells ya a lil about our lady Bea ;) ) and cause a very baffled expression onto half of Pegasus' face, it was horrendously out of character.
(For you who aren't too familiar with the four,
Yami Bakura in a word: Torrid: 1 very hot and dry. 2 full of sexual passion. 3 full of difficulty.
Yami Marik: paranormal: beyond the scope of normal human scientific understanding.
Yami Yugi: sanctity: 1 holiness. 2 the state of being very important and worthy of great respect.
Seto Kaiba: arrogant: being overly aware of ones skills and or flaws.)
And now they were tangled up in each others legs. Oh, the sweet, sweet irony.
Seto struggled to pull himself to his feet with a straight face. Marik had given up on untangling, and was thrashing and making things generally more difficult for the others. Yami Yugi had gone a lovely shade of pink, trying to dig holes in the flooring with his face, while Bakura was sitting on Seto's back, grinning at him.
'Hello, Kaiba.' Seto went red and continued to pull.
We collapsed laughing.
Of course, Yami Yugi was able to pull himself to his feet, brush dust off himself and give a withering glance at the three beneath him.
'You know, you aren't exactly helping!'
'I know that!'
'Look, you moron! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!' Seto jumped to his feet, which led to Bakura clinging to the brunette as he rose, then falling backwards onto the grinning Marik, his legs and arms still raised slightly. He looked like a dying fly.
Marik smirked at this, and hugged the white-haired spirit in what I can only guess was a death grip. 'OFF! OFF, YOU BLUNDERING FOOL!' Bakura had actually gone quite red, and was prising hands off his abdomen. I didn't know Marik and Bakura...?
Yami was laughing madly at this, tossing back (or rather up) his hair, clutching his sides and shaking his head with glee. Seto remained quite awkward, arms crossed and looking squarely at his feet. Geez, this was funny.
Then the evil, pissed off Yami Bakura jumped up, tossed his hair, opened his mouth and said-
Nothing at all, because the bell went.
(Seto POV)
God, it had to be math, didn't it? Of all the fucking subjects in this fucking stupid school, math? Why the hell do I even have to take math? I don't need to take math, hell I don't need to be here at all. That's why I'm sitting writing this in front of the stupid teacher's desk instead of the work. Yeah, glare at me you stupid bitch... I'll just glare right back.
Ok, waving a detention slip. Not a good sign.
Am I allowed to write in red? Let's wave the pen at her to check. No? Shite.
'Oi, Devlin. Got a pen?'
The black haired boy waves a pen at me. It is pink. And fluffy, and has a sparkly pink dice hanging off a spring on the end. He doesn't seem at all phased by this, which is odd.
'Do you have ANOTHER pen?'
He holds out another pink fluffy monstrosity. It has hello kitty's head impaled on it.
I reach over and take the dice.
'You can keep it if you want.' He offers.
'I think I'll pass.'
'I meant for the rest of the lesson, you silly mook.' He grins and tosses his hair.
I glower at this.
He giggles.
I look at him strangely, but he winks and goes back to his worksheet.
Then, as I'm pondering the shounen's odd behaviour, the mutt leans over. He opens his mouth, as if to ask for something, but then gawps at my hand and the pen I'm using.
'What the-'
I respond by hitting him with a ruler. Hard. Between the eyes.
The bell? Class is over? WHOOHOO! Now lets hide this horrible pen in my sleeve. Maybe I shouldn't wear white.
(Yami Bakura POV- warning- EXTREMELY gross bloody bit... flick through to the next person if you don't want to read)
God, not history. How the hell am I going to make it through this? Math was wasted throwing random desk-items at Marik's head.
I know! Will amuse self by writing own name on arm. With knife. Then lick it copiously.
'Hello, stupid history teacher. Where am I seated?'
She vaguely waves fat fingers at a desk.
I plonk my behind in a desk. Who's that next to me? Oh, it doesn't matter.
Out come book and pen.... and dagger. Goodie.
'Hey... what's that?' oh gods, not her. Not Mai... please not Mai..
I ignore the whore and the lesson, and get to work.
Ba...ku...ra. Good. Bleed, stupid arm. Lets poke the cut with a pen. That'll help. Ink poisoning. Hooray.
'-And in 1794, he returned to claim the throne-' nope, not important.
Lets try again. Across the wrist.
Ba....ku....ra.
Crimson oozes steadily down my arm.
I lap like a kitten. Normally I just hoover, but I want to be gross now. Little licks, bloody tongue out of my mouth, painting my lips with ruby smears. I keep doing this until it stops bleeding.
Then back onto my other arm.
On this, I do a k and rip down. The triangle in the centre is torn out. I worm my tongue in, and lick the fresh meat. The air stings, but my warm saliva is a comfort. I am getting odd looks now.
On purpose, I tilt my hand so its level with my mouth, and let it bleed. Blood trickles down my chin, red and warm.
There is a thunk of someone's head hitting the table. The Nazi history teacher has stopped talking about something now... looking at me oddly.
I force sticky-blood-coated lips into a sugary smile.
'Yes?' I know all too well I have bloody teeth. Excellent.
'What are you doing?'
I smirk. 'What does it look like?' I turn to the class, and bare my stained- red fangs, complete with stupid hand gestures and hissing noises. Everyone screams.
Except Marik, who grins at me wickedly, Ryou who hits his head off the desk, Seto who isn't looking and Duke who is lying unconscious on the floor.
'Go to the principal's office. Now.' the overreacting whore scrawls me a note and tosses it at me.
I jump over the desk, grab my bag, and walk out of the class, dragging my hand on the wall, leaving a nice hand-shaped smear of maroon. I hear three people retch as I close the door behind me and saunter down the hall.
I strap my blood-coated blade back onto my belt and walk to the office.
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(Duke. Bloody bit over. You can read now)
'Duke? Duke? Come on, man!! Wake up!'
Duke jerked upright, head butting Tristan. There was a second where they rubbed their foreheads and groaned, then the shorter boy looked around, baffled. 'What the-' then, green eyes settled on a big, red smear across the wall. He went white, and shook horribly.
He remembered. Bakura was cutting himself, dripping crimson droplets down his blue shirt. Duke shivered. He had never been good with blood. A scab on his arm was generally enough to make him feel nauseous.
'Hey, we're taking you to the nurse.... you don't look so hot...' Joey actually looked concerned. Wow.
'NO! Sit down, all of you! There's still twenty minutes of history left! Kaiba, you take him.' the mad German woman shrieked. Though it could easily be a man.
'Huh? Me? Why?' {Wow, three emotions in one sentence. Baffled, confused and uninterested. Makes you feel loved,} the dice-guy thought bitterly.
'Go.'
Then, it struck Kaiba. This meant getting out of biology.
'Come on, Devlin. To the nurse. Don't hurry, we wouldn't want you passing out again...' Seto helped the other to his feet, and took his bag off Tristan.
Duke leant on the taller boy, still shaking. He put an arm cautiously over Seto's shoulder to steady himself. The world went black...
'Devlin? Devlin?! Come on... Duke?'
'Mm... Five more minutes....' the black haired one snuggled in. had he fallen asleep in a chair?
Then the chair stiffened. And pushed him off.
'HEY!! What the big idea?' Duke huffed. Falling face-first into the floor didn't seem such a great way to wake up... did that mean...?
'I fainted again?'
'Go figure.' Seto?? Oh yeah.... {So I was sitting on his lap?} He wondered. {Hmm... never thought he would be so cosy...}
'You know, I don't feel good.' The thin boy sat back down on the others legs. 'The nurse here?'
He felt the other shrug. 'She had to go yell at Bakura, so god knows when she'll be back...'
Duke grinned maliciously at this, glad Kaiba couldn't see his face.
'ok.' he leant back into the brunette.
'What are you doing?'
'Getting comfortable. Your legs make a nice pillow.' Duke commented idly, loving the uncomfortable feeling he could tell the other was getting in his chinos. He shifted in Seto's lap.
'You'll fall off in a minute...' Seto muttered, and threaded an arm around Duke's waist.
'Yeah, good cover, Kaiba.' Duke twisted so he was sitting on his side, so he could look at the other.
He had nice eyes, Devlin noted. But, like the rest of the CEO, they reflected nothing. No emotion could be seen n those blue orbs...
He took Seto's face in his hands, cupping his cheek between slender fingers. 'Look at me.' he breathed.
As Kaiba's eyes met his, a generally baffled air about them, emeralds opposite them closed as Duke drew the other in for a slow kiss.
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(Normal POV, science class)
Joey scanned the hall. 'Well, I guess Duke isn't back. But, neither is Bakura. So we all know why.'
His shorter friend spoke up, almost shouting to speak over the sheer volume of the rest of their class exiting the history room. 'Well, he's going to be bored then. I mean, what exactly is there to talk about with Seto?'
'Good point. Knowing those two, what a dick I am. Yeah, they're having a "insult Joey" competition or something. No, no, no... Why would they use my name? "Insult the mutt". That's it.' The blonde was obviously angry now. There was fire in his eyes. Yugi patted his shoulder gently.
'I don't get it, Yuug. Ok, Kaiba's always been an asshole and everything, but I never did anything to Duke... oh well... I guess no one does like me....' the brown eyes shone with sorrow now. Joey was always like this, preoccupied and generally neurotic.
The tri-coloured-haired boy sighed and hugged his taller friend. That was all you really could do when Joey went like this. 'Joey... its just two guys that you don't get along with... any big idea really, is it?'
'Is it though? I dunno, you and me are buds and all, but who else? Tea hates me, Mai thinks I'm shit, Tristan obviously likes Duke better, Yami thinks I'm an evil rapist or something, and Ryou looks down on me coz I talk like dis.' That last sentence was exaggerated, but Yugi still smiled slightly.
'Tea's like that with everyone, that's Mai's way of letting you know she likes you, Tristan has been your best friend for seven years, Yami doesn't like anyone who I like, and Ryou's afraid of you.' Yugi hugged tighter.
'No.' Joey spoke softly.
'Huh?'
'Tristan was my friend three years.'
'Huh? Then what?' violet eyes shone, obviously confused.
'I met you, ya screw.' Joey ruffled Yugi's hair, and grinned. 'We are a pair, eh?'
Yugi grinned happily. 'To science.' He said in a dull voice.
Joey raised an arm sarcastically. In a flat voice holding no enthusiasm whatsoever, he spoke. 'Charge.'
The two wandered off, the blondes arm around Yugi's shoulder, the shorter boy's arm draped around Joey's waist.
AWWWWW!! Wasn't that cute and fluffy?? Ok, I didn't actually like this chapter much. Too sweet, really. And not long enough. But, I'm going on holiday tomorrow, so I wanted this bit up before I left.
Remember, leave a review!
Author: galwivagunblade
Summary: well, Wednesday never was an exciting day. YuGiOh at school. NOT lame.
Pairings: vote! Vote and I shall include it! Even if you are horribly outnumbered, I like a challenge. I will involve every pairing you tell me to, even if its just a hug in the doorway or something. And, if you really want me to, I will put in some Téa romance in.
Warnings: suggest any pairings with 'Kura in and I'll include S&M. will have some lemons. Horrid bloody gory bit in this chapter, but its casual self harm.
General: I do actually need reviews for this. I'm not setting a quota, but I just need some suggestions.
Ok, I had four nice reviews, so thankies to y'all! So far I have one vote of Seto-x-'Togi, so that's going in. I'm gonna load this with YuuJou till you make me stop. This chapter is weird, not actually much plot. Lots of flirting though, and over usage of the word "blood". YAOI BLOOD AND MORE YAOI!!
AND, (and, and, and, and, and!) the Duke-being-half-asleep-thinking-Seto-is- a-bed actually comes from "a 360 degree Bermuda love triangle" by momochan. Read it! ===============================
(Joey again)
"Good morning class." That voice. Made me feel sick. Why? God, Yugi's gone all white. I stroked my little friends' hair gently, and tried to make sense of it all when he came around the corner. Red suit? White hair? Eye patch? Ok, that ones new. Our teacher (supply, I hope) was Maximillion J Pegasus. At this point, Yugi had buried his face in my shirt, shaking. I kept petting him and mumbling that it was OK. We all froze, either giggling or scared.
'But I really thought he was... dead?' Tristan whispered behind me. I shrugged, but gently, to be gentle to the boy shoving his face in my midriff.
Cue the biggest diversion in the whole world.
Seto, Yami Bakura, Yami Yugi and Yami Marik all running like the wind. Shoving each other out the way trying to gain speed somehow, this resulted in the four to topple and fall in a large giggling, groaning, cursing heap in the middle of the hallway, at Pegasus' feet. Damn, what the-
Ok, not only did this jerk Yugi out of his hiding place, make Beatrix drop her hair brush (you probably don't get that, well it just tells ya a lil about our lady Bea ;) ) and cause a very baffled expression onto half of Pegasus' face, it was horrendously out of character.
(For you who aren't too familiar with the four,
Yami Bakura in a word: Torrid: 1 very hot and dry. 2 full of sexual passion. 3 full of difficulty.
Yami Marik: paranormal: beyond the scope of normal human scientific understanding.
Yami Yugi: sanctity: 1 holiness. 2 the state of being very important and worthy of great respect.
Seto Kaiba: arrogant: being overly aware of ones skills and or flaws.)
And now they were tangled up in each others legs. Oh, the sweet, sweet irony.
Seto struggled to pull himself to his feet with a straight face. Marik had given up on untangling, and was thrashing and making things generally more difficult for the others. Yami Yugi had gone a lovely shade of pink, trying to dig holes in the flooring with his face, while Bakura was sitting on Seto's back, grinning at him.
'Hello, Kaiba.' Seto went red and continued to pull.
We collapsed laughing.
Of course, Yami Yugi was able to pull himself to his feet, brush dust off himself and give a withering glance at the three beneath him.
'You know, you aren't exactly helping!'
'I know that!'
'Look, you moron! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!' Seto jumped to his feet, which led to Bakura clinging to the brunette as he rose, then falling backwards onto the grinning Marik, his legs and arms still raised slightly. He looked like a dying fly.
Marik smirked at this, and hugged the white-haired spirit in what I can only guess was a death grip. 'OFF! OFF, YOU BLUNDERING FOOL!' Bakura had actually gone quite red, and was prising hands off his abdomen. I didn't know Marik and Bakura...?
Yami was laughing madly at this, tossing back (or rather up) his hair, clutching his sides and shaking his head with glee. Seto remained quite awkward, arms crossed and looking squarely at his feet. Geez, this was funny.
Then the evil, pissed off Yami Bakura jumped up, tossed his hair, opened his mouth and said-
Nothing at all, because the bell went.
(Seto POV)
God, it had to be math, didn't it? Of all the fucking subjects in this fucking stupid school, math? Why the hell do I even have to take math? I don't need to take math, hell I don't need to be here at all. That's why I'm sitting writing this in front of the stupid teacher's desk instead of the work. Yeah, glare at me you stupid bitch... I'll just glare right back.
Ok, waving a detention slip. Not a good sign.
Am I allowed to write in red? Let's wave the pen at her to check. No? Shite.
'Oi, Devlin. Got a pen?'
The black haired boy waves a pen at me. It is pink. And fluffy, and has a sparkly pink dice hanging off a spring on the end. He doesn't seem at all phased by this, which is odd.
'Do you have ANOTHER pen?'
He holds out another pink fluffy monstrosity. It has hello kitty's head impaled on it.
I reach over and take the dice.
'You can keep it if you want.' He offers.
'I think I'll pass.'
'I meant for the rest of the lesson, you silly mook.' He grins and tosses his hair.
I glower at this.
He giggles.
I look at him strangely, but he winks and goes back to his worksheet.
Then, as I'm pondering the shounen's odd behaviour, the mutt leans over. He opens his mouth, as if to ask for something, but then gawps at my hand and the pen I'm using.
'What the-'
I respond by hitting him with a ruler. Hard. Between the eyes.
The bell? Class is over? WHOOHOO! Now lets hide this horrible pen in my sleeve. Maybe I shouldn't wear white.
(Yami Bakura POV- warning- EXTREMELY gross bloody bit... flick through to the next person if you don't want to read)
God, not history. How the hell am I going to make it through this? Math was wasted throwing random desk-items at Marik's head.
I know! Will amuse self by writing own name on arm. With knife. Then lick it copiously.
'Hello, stupid history teacher. Where am I seated?'
She vaguely waves fat fingers at a desk.
I plonk my behind in a desk. Who's that next to me? Oh, it doesn't matter.
Out come book and pen.... and dagger. Goodie.
'Hey... what's that?' oh gods, not her. Not Mai... please not Mai..
I ignore the whore and the lesson, and get to work.
Ba...ku...ra. Good. Bleed, stupid arm. Lets poke the cut with a pen. That'll help. Ink poisoning. Hooray.
'-And in 1794, he returned to claim the throne-' nope, not important.
Lets try again. Across the wrist.
Ba....ku....ra.
Crimson oozes steadily down my arm.
I lap like a kitten. Normally I just hoover, but I want to be gross now. Little licks, bloody tongue out of my mouth, painting my lips with ruby smears. I keep doing this until it stops bleeding.
Then back onto my other arm.
On this, I do a k and rip down. The triangle in the centre is torn out. I worm my tongue in, and lick the fresh meat. The air stings, but my warm saliva is a comfort. I am getting odd looks now.
On purpose, I tilt my hand so its level with my mouth, and let it bleed. Blood trickles down my chin, red and warm.
There is a thunk of someone's head hitting the table. The Nazi history teacher has stopped talking about something now... looking at me oddly.
I force sticky-blood-coated lips into a sugary smile.
'Yes?' I know all too well I have bloody teeth. Excellent.
'What are you doing?'
I smirk. 'What does it look like?' I turn to the class, and bare my stained- red fangs, complete with stupid hand gestures and hissing noises. Everyone screams.
Except Marik, who grins at me wickedly, Ryou who hits his head off the desk, Seto who isn't looking and Duke who is lying unconscious on the floor.
'Go to the principal's office. Now.' the overreacting whore scrawls me a note and tosses it at me.
I jump over the desk, grab my bag, and walk out of the class, dragging my hand on the wall, leaving a nice hand-shaped smear of maroon. I hear three people retch as I close the door behind me and saunter down the hall.
I strap my blood-coated blade back onto my belt and walk to the office.
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(Duke. Bloody bit over. You can read now)
'Duke? Duke? Come on, man!! Wake up!'
Duke jerked upright, head butting Tristan. There was a second where they rubbed their foreheads and groaned, then the shorter boy looked around, baffled. 'What the-' then, green eyes settled on a big, red smear across the wall. He went white, and shook horribly.
He remembered. Bakura was cutting himself, dripping crimson droplets down his blue shirt. Duke shivered. He had never been good with blood. A scab on his arm was generally enough to make him feel nauseous.
'Hey, we're taking you to the nurse.... you don't look so hot...' Joey actually looked concerned. Wow.
'NO! Sit down, all of you! There's still twenty minutes of history left! Kaiba, you take him.' the mad German woman shrieked. Though it could easily be a man.
'Huh? Me? Why?' {Wow, three emotions in one sentence. Baffled, confused and uninterested. Makes you feel loved,} the dice-guy thought bitterly.
'Go.'
Then, it struck Kaiba. This meant getting out of biology.
'Come on, Devlin. To the nurse. Don't hurry, we wouldn't want you passing out again...' Seto helped the other to his feet, and took his bag off Tristan.
Duke leant on the taller boy, still shaking. He put an arm cautiously over Seto's shoulder to steady himself. The world went black...
'Devlin? Devlin?! Come on... Duke?'
'Mm... Five more minutes....' the black haired one snuggled in. had he fallen asleep in a chair?
Then the chair stiffened. And pushed him off.
'HEY!! What the big idea?' Duke huffed. Falling face-first into the floor didn't seem such a great way to wake up... did that mean...?
'I fainted again?'
'Go figure.' Seto?? Oh yeah.... {So I was sitting on his lap?} He wondered. {Hmm... never thought he would be so cosy...}
'You know, I don't feel good.' The thin boy sat back down on the others legs. 'The nurse here?'
He felt the other shrug. 'She had to go yell at Bakura, so god knows when she'll be back...'
Duke grinned maliciously at this, glad Kaiba couldn't see his face.
'ok.' he leant back into the brunette.
'What are you doing?'
'Getting comfortable. Your legs make a nice pillow.' Duke commented idly, loving the uncomfortable feeling he could tell the other was getting in his chinos. He shifted in Seto's lap.
'You'll fall off in a minute...' Seto muttered, and threaded an arm around Duke's waist.
'Yeah, good cover, Kaiba.' Duke twisted so he was sitting on his side, so he could look at the other.
He had nice eyes, Devlin noted. But, like the rest of the CEO, they reflected nothing. No emotion could be seen n those blue orbs...
He took Seto's face in his hands, cupping his cheek between slender fingers. 'Look at me.' he breathed.
As Kaiba's eyes met his, a generally baffled air about them, emeralds opposite them closed as Duke drew the other in for a slow kiss.
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(Normal POV, science class)
Joey scanned the hall. 'Well, I guess Duke isn't back. But, neither is Bakura. So we all know why.'
His shorter friend spoke up, almost shouting to speak over the sheer volume of the rest of their class exiting the history room. 'Well, he's going to be bored then. I mean, what exactly is there to talk about with Seto?'
'Good point. Knowing those two, what a dick I am. Yeah, they're having a "insult Joey" competition or something. No, no, no... Why would they use my name? "Insult the mutt". That's it.' The blonde was obviously angry now. There was fire in his eyes. Yugi patted his shoulder gently.
'I don't get it, Yuug. Ok, Kaiba's always been an asshole and everything, but I never did anything to Duke... oh well... I guess no one does like me....' the brown eyes shone with sorrow now. Joey was always like this, preoccupied and generally neurotic.
The tri-coloured-haired boy sighed and hugged his taller friend. That was all you really could do when Joey went like this. 'Joey... its just two guys that you don't get along with... any big idea really, is it?'
'Is it though? I dunno, you and me are buds and all, but who else? Tea hates me, Mai thinks I'm shit, Tristan obviously likes Duke better, Yami thinks I'm an evil rapist or something, and Ryou looks down on me coz I talk like dis.' That last sentence was exaggerated, but Yugi still smiled slightly.
'Tea's like that with everyone, that's Mai's way of letting you know she likes you, Tristan has been your best friend for seven years, Yami doesn't like anyone who I like, and Ryou's afraid of you.' Yugi hugged tighter.
'No.' Joey spoke softly.
'Huh?'
'Tristan was my friend three years.'
'Huh? Then what?' violet eyes shone, obviously confused.
'I met you, ya screw.' Joey ruffled Yugi's hair, and grinned. 'We are a pair, eh?'
Yugi grinned happily. 'To science.' He said in a dull voice.
Joey raised an arm sarcastically. In a flat voice holding no enthusiasm whatsoever, he spoke. 'Charge.'
The two wandered off, the blondes arm around Yugi's shoulder, the shorter boy's arm draped around Joey's waist.
AWWWWW!! Wasn't that cute and fluffy?? Ok, I didn't actually like this chapter much. Too sweet, really. And not long enough. But, I'm going on holiday tomorrow, so I wanted this bit up before I left.
Remember, leave a review!