Princess Strawberry: O.O 21 reviews!? For one chapter ONLY!? WOW!!
Yami Strawberry: Yes, she's highly shocked by this bit of information.
Princess Strawberry: ^__^ And I'm in such a good mood I feel like saying the disclaimer. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. All I own is the plot, ok? And if you people read the summary before you clicked on this, then you would know that it would contain yaoi [YYxY, BxR, SxJ, and MxM fluff] and Téa bashing. Alright?
~*~ "Speaking"
'Thinking'
_stress of word_
/Yugi speaking to Yami telepathically/
//Yami speaking to Yugi telepathicaly//
\Ryou speaking to Bakura telepathically\
\\ Bakura speaking to Ryou telepathically\\
=Malik speaking to Marik telepathically=
==Marik speaking to Malik telepathically==
((Us interrupting you readers for a few seconds))
Feeling Sporty?
The big looming building of the sports centre towered over the four gawking teenagers, namely Yami, Bakura, Malik, and Marik. The rest grinned at their shock-struck faces.
"Wow," Marik breathed out in awe.
"You think this is cool enough?" Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Man, you will have to most definitely check out the inside!" With that said, they trooped inside and the same four gawking teenagers gasped in surprise.
The inside was in a flurry of movement. A huge marble counter was settled on the left side, with several ladies sitting behind it, fingers flying over the keyboard and eyes roaming the computer screen. Other people ranging from the ages five to forty-two were running around to different rooms, others walking calmly with a towel draped over their shoulders, looking refreshed. Yugi and Ryou, being the most familiar with the place, walked up to the counter with the others following, and began a conversation with the young girl sitting behind it. She looked bored as the boys continued to drone on and on. A loud POP issued from her mouth as her bubble gum burst. She looked from one to another. Three of them had an older, much more hotter almost identical twins. She marvelled at the close resemblance a little too long. So only the words "we would like to play badminton" got through to her brain. Her eyes snapped more wide open and were filled with interest.
"Badminton?" she sat up abruptly, fingers on the keyboard immediately, ready to type.
"Yes, badminton," Ryou repeated. "Any more courts left?"
"We'll see. How many people?" her eyes darted from one line to another on the computer screen.
"Twelve."
"Room 104. Fourth door on the right. Here's your key, mister. Enjoy," she finished boredly.
"Thank you!" Yugi thanked her brightly. She nodded quietly, the corners of her mouth threatening to twitch upwards. Ah...the magic of a simple gesture.
Ryou, the one who holds the key, went immediately to a door. Oh, imagine that, it was room 104, and inside were four courts, big enough to play doubles.
"Alright, you guys know how to play, so why don't you get a head start while we teach our yamis?" Yugi added hastily after Malik glared at him. "And Malik and his yami, of course. We'll occupy these two courts while you play on those two. Meet you, um...let's say, thirty minutes if all goes well."
Clangs of metal were heard as Duke and Mai heaved out a rack full of badminton rackets. There was a sudden mad dash to the newest item and the little bucket beside it.
Mokuba, being the youngest, sat on the side bench as his big brother and the others warmed up. A light bulb turned on a light in his head as an idea came to him. He stood up and tugged at Seto's light blue T-shirt sleeve.
"Big brother," he used his puppy dog eyes, knowing that Seto can never disagree. "Can I be the referee?"
Seto chanted a mantra inside his head about not looking into those big eyes. Figuring that there was no more noise, he opened his eyes, thinking that it was safe. That was a big mistake. Mokuba's lower lip was quivering, eyes filled with fake tears.
"Pwweeasse!!" (Please!)
"No."
"Come on! Don't be such a big meanie!" Mokuba whined.
"No, Mokuba. I can't risk you getting hurt," Seto said firmly, yet his confidence was starting to waver. The puppy dog eyes were taking effect.
While this argument was well under-way, Yugi and Ryou were trying their very best to teach the Egyptians how to play badminton. The rules were very simple; and before their patience snapped, they moved on to the equipments. They each held one in their right hand (pretend they are all right-handed) and were looking confused. That is, until Marik started doing something stupid.
"MARIK!!" Ryou hollered, silencing the whole room. They stared at him, and Marik paused his pose in mid-air. "STOP FOOLING AROUND WITH THAT RACKET AND GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE!!"
Marik obeyed his command readily, though still grumpy that his fun had been interrupted.
"Alright, to start off, hold your racket sideways, so the part with the strings faces your opponent, and the metal rim faces upwards," Yugi instructed, taking over for Ryou, since he was still recovering from his loud outburst. "Now, we'll practise the swinging motion. When you send the birdie," he held up the plastic...thing...up for them to see. "Over the net, swing your racket like so..." and away went the birdie. "Do you understand?" he turned back to the group, who was looking a bit astounded and confused.
"No," Malik finally found his voice. "I mean, I get the equipments and all, but what I don't understand is the rules." He added hastily as Yugi glared at him with his narrowed violet eyes. Creepy.
"The rules!?" Ryou cried in disbelieve. "Those were the easiest things to understand!"
"Well, sorry, we don't get it and that's that!" Marik retorted. "OWW!!" he turned around swiftly as Bakura started whistling innocently. "Bakura! What did you do that for!?" he growled.
"Be nice to my hikari or suffer the consequences," Bakura hissed back.
"Hey, you two, enough with the arguing. Alright, Malik, if you still do not understand the rules, I'll explain it one more time. First, if you are the server, you stand on the right side of your half court and serve. Simple enough?"
"Could you demonstrate?"
"Fine," Ryou grumbled. "Hey, Yugi, can you give me a hand here?"
Yugi looked up at the sound of Ryou's voice. "Coming!" he called. He lowered his voice, and said sweetly to Yami, "Hang on, Yami. I'll be right back." He jogged away and within a minute he came back. Yami took the time to admire his beautiful hikari's lithe body.
'No, Yami! Stop having bad thoughts about Yugi. Bad Yami! BAD!!'
He came back a little too soon to his liking.
"What happened?"
"Oh, Ryou just wanted me to help him show Malik how you're serving the birdie. Now, before we were interrupted, I was explaining that if your serve didn't go over the net, you lose the serve and then your partner gets a shot at it. He or she would be standing where you were standing, so basically it's just switching places. Of course, that applies when you play doubles. But if it's singles, then the birdie is automatically given to your opponent. Ready to try some serves?"
Yami nodded and stood up, straightening out his black t-shirt and black knee-short shorts. ((Me: Those types of pants that only goes down to your knees, but isn't rolled up and all. Don't know what that's called so I'm making up a name for it, alright? Oh, and those shorts aren't tight. Sorry about that.)) Yugi followed suit, only that his shirt is a light purple with dark blue shorts. Both the Millennium Puzzle holders wore black headbands.
Yugi stood on the other side of the net, waiting for the serve. "Remember, Yami, smooth movements!"
"Gotcha!" Yami took in a deep breath, stood at where he was supposed to, and served.
SPLAT. The birdie hit the net and fell limply to the ground, still on Yami's side.
"Not bad for the first time," Yugi encouraged. "To grasp the full meaning of the serve, I'll help you." He ducked under the net and scooted to where Yami was standing. He took hold of Yami's right hand - the one which held the racket, mind you - and his left hand took hold of the one that held the birdie. He started swinging Yami's arm and at the same time he kept muttering, "Weight transfer. Weight transfer."
So these two continued practising serving, while Ryou was desperately trying to make the two remaining Egyptians understand. Bakura, the more serious one than the other two, moved on and joined Yugi and his yami. That left Ryou alone with two of the most disagreeable people.
\\ Do you want Yugi to come over to help you?\\
\Oh, I don't want to trouble him. Besides, he seems to be having fun with his yami over there.\
\\ Yes, well, the sooner those two understand we can get the games rolling!\\
\Knew there was an alternative motive. Alright, send Yugi over. But don't even THINK about starting anything with Yami, or you are so dead.\
\\ I'm so scared...\\
\Shut up.\
\\ Fine.\\ Bakura motioned to Yugi.
"Yes, Bakura?"
"Could you help Ryou over there? The sooner those two dumbos learn this stuff the better."
"Be nice, Bakura. But alright...don't pick a fight with Yami while I'm gone, though! Or you are so going down."
'Why does everyone thinks that _I_ would start something like that? First Ryou, then the Pharaoh's brat?' Bakura fumed as he sat down on the ground, waiting for them to finish.
A loud triumphant "AHHA! I TOLD YOU SO!" rang out in that little corner over there and Yami and Bakura inched closer to see what the commotion was about.
"Looks like they finally got the hang of it," Yami observed dryly.
"Gee, you just noticed?" Bakura shot back sarcastically.
"DON'T YOU TWO START!" Yugi and Ryou bellowed sharply at them.
"Eep! Sorry!" The two yamis scooted back to their original spots, a bit terrified at their lights' behaviour.
"There we go! Now you're getting the hang of it!" Everyone applauded each other.
"Let's get playing!" Ryou shouted, grabbing his racket, birdie, and yami.
"I'm with you!" Yugi took hold of his racket, birdie, and yami. "Let's see...who do you want to play against, Yami?"
"How about Duke and Tristan?" he suggested.
"OK!" Yugi said happily, bouncing along the court. Yami shook his head a little, chuckling at the sudden change to childish behaviour.
((Me: And you would probably guess that I'm too lazy to type out how the games went, but I'll tell you this: YAMI AND YUGI WON!!
Yami Strawberry: Well, no duh! They're the King of Games!
Me: I know...feeling pathetic right now. v_v *sniff*))
"Whew, those were really tough!" Mai rubbed the sweat off of her forehead. "I've really exercised for a whole month!"
"Do you think Téa is alright?" Yugi asked the group anxiously.
"Don't worry, getting a hit on the head by a birdie won't damage Téa's brain cells _that_ much," Duke replied. The others thought, 'If she even have _any_ brain cells at all, that is.'
"Well, I'm going to call it quits today," Malik spoke up, leaning on his yami, thoroughly exhausted.
"Same. See ya people around," he disappeared back into the Millennium Rod in a puff of yellow light.
The others blinked. "Well, that was a little abrupt. We'll see you tomorrow, yes?" Ryou asked.
"Of course, Ryou. Later now!" Yugi called as he dragged his yami out of the room, aching to take a good shower at home.
"Guess I'll head home too," Joey scratched the back of his head, and headed out in the same direction Yami and Yugi took.
"Come on, Mokuba. The limo's waiting," Seto commanded, standing up and brushing off the dirt.
"Coming!"
The rest of the gang headed to their own houses. The first thing Ryou got home was to call Yugi.
"Moshi moshi! [1] Motou residence, Yugi speaking."
"Yugi! Hey, this is Ryou. I just called to see what we'll do tomorrow."
"Umm...that's a difficult question," Yugi propped his chin by his hands and looked at the wall thoughtfully. ((Me: KAWAII!!))
"How about..."
~ To be Continued ~
[1] Moshi moshi, in English, means "hello" when you speak in the phone.
Authoress' Notes:
Princess Strawberry: That was not a cliffhanger, people. I just want to encourage you to tell me which sport I should write about next. Here are your choices:
1. Basketball
2. Volleyball
3. Beach volleyball
4. Swimming
5. Soccer
Read and Review, minna-san! And have a fantastic March Break! ^________^