jeti: waha! 'tis MY turn now! *evil laugh*
zipandel: O.o;;;
jeti: CPegasus, i didn't not say i wanted to work with the pancake house. pancakes! INTERNATION HOUSE OF PANCAKES! IHOP! UHOP! WE ALL HOP! WE CAN STIL HOP! . . . man, i hated that book. --;;; (uber kudos to anyone who knows what book i'm talking about. mm, kudos.)
zipandel: you and your inside jokes. -.-;;;
jeti: i luvvies meh insides jokes-ness-ness! ^_____^ (that was another another one, if you can't tell. jeez, i sure am full of them, en't i?)
zipandel: . . .
JeurLeMeth: hey, are you gonna do that idea with the--
jeti: SHHH! WAIT ONE MINUET! . . . or a minute, if you like. minuets tend to be a tad long.
zipandel: *falls over from the many inside jokes*
jeti: . . . ok, i'ma begin t3h fic now. i calleth the Yami no Bakura Yami Bakura because it be correct. . . sorta. but everyone once in a while, i'll use Evil Bakura. . . for continuity's sake. although CPegasus already destroyed it! and also sometimes Bakura because it be shorter! yatta! Yami no Yugi just be Yami because i am lazy and dun wanna writing it out! the evil thing that at certain points possesses Malik i shall call Yamo ('tis B/k's! not mine!) for the sake of continuity and lack of a better word! because he's not Yami Malik. there is no such thing, i tell you! Marik has no darker half, he is simply schizophrenic! waha! Bakura Ryou i call Ryou, i'm spelling Yuugi with one u because hardly anyone spells it with two u's anyway, and. . . um. . . and now i shall continue with the dislaimer. two, in fact, because CPegasus didn't write a very good one at all.
*somewhere out there, CPegasus sneezes*
jeti: waha! serving you right!
Disclaimer: The joint group, Delinquent Duelists of Doom, does not own Yu-Gi-Oh and never will. Unless we buy it off of E-Bay. And then we will commence with pointing and gloating, accompianied by many shouts of, "Ha! We own Yu-Gi-Oh and YOU DON'T! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!" and the like.
jeti: and here's another one!
Disclaimer: No own Yu-Gi-Oh! NO OWN! NO SUE, MINNA-SAN, ONEGAAA~I!
jeti: you know what? let's put in a third because i'm OCD and-- i mean, for good measure.
Disclaimer: All your Yu-Gi-Oh not belong to us! Ha, ha, ha. . . *suspicious noise in the background* OH NO, SOMEBODY SET US UP THE BOMB! *spontaneously combust*
jeti: ah. . . disclaimers are so refreshing. on with the story!
note: i will not write anything about Ryou and Kaiba, because the last chapter was all about them. *cough*andiwouldntknowwhattowriteeither*cough*
another note: please excuse my writing style/sense of humour. and any random british spellings that i might accidentally put in. i do that sometimes. oh, and any spelling errors, as i use notepad and it has no spell checker. um. . . yes, i think that's quite enough of that.
~~~
Yugi and Yami Bakura
~~~
Yami Bakura muttered darkly to himself as he attempted to glue tiny little strings to tiny little styrofoam balls. This whole "Science Project" thing wasn't working for him. Especially the kind of science project that did not involve flammable and/or explosive chemicals. Not to mention that Krazy Glue (waha! no own!) smelled a lot worse than the glue gun did. And it didn't even have the word "Gun" in it.
"Um. . . Yami Bakura? I'm going to the bathroom, OK? Just don't. . . do. . . anything bad." Yugi looked a bit unsure about leaving Yami no Bakura alone. In his house. But he couldn't very well _not_ go to the bathroom, so he was going to have to risk it. He began to turn around towards the bathroom when Yami no Bakura called out from behind him.
"Oh, Yugi?"
". . . Yes?"
"How about leaving the Puzzle here? I mean," continued Bakura, putting on the most innocent face he could (which wasn't all that bad, after all those years of pretending to be Ryou), "the Puzzle is rather heavy, isn't it? Why carry it around so much? It's quite safe here."
Yugi looked blank for a moment, trying to get over the fact that Evil Bakura was acting almost sensible. "Uh. . . right. I'll just take the Puzzle with me. . . yeah." And so he hurried off.
"$&*@#$*%," muttered Yami Bakura, "I was sure that one would work!" So angered was he, that he didn't pay quite enough attention to the task at hand, and succeeding in glueing a small styrofoam model of Mars to his left hand. After a moment of realisation, he shook his hand around wildly. And then he did it a bit more. And then he shook his hand around so violently, that Saturn swung up and whapped him in the face. "AAAAAAAARGH!" he screamed. "GET IT OFF ME!" This outburst was accompianied by much flailing and shouting of words like, "$#^*^%$" and "%^$&$#".
Yugi returned from the bathroom too see the Dark side of Bakura running back and forth frantically, the Solar system trailing behind him. "Yami Bakura!" he said, "Why did you glue the Solar System to your left hand?"
"Nevermind that," yelled Yami Bakura, "just get this *&^&$@#*$#$ thing off me!"
"But, but, that's Krazy Glue! It only comes off with solvent. If you try to rip it off like that, your skin will come off!"
Now, Yami no Bakura was normally all for blood and pain. But this, however, would be blood and pain from himself. "Well, get some %$%&*&^% solvent then!"
~~~
Duke and Serenity
~~~
Happy little Duke and happy little Serenity ate a happy little lunch of happy little pancakes filled with happy little chocolate chips. And all was right with the world. Minus the part of the world in which Yamo was. And Rebecca. And all the mimes. And the rhinos, and the mummies, and the machetes, and. . . and everyone, actually. But we'll just ignore that for the moment.
~~~
Yugi and Yami Bakura. . . again.
~~~
As Yugi and Yami Bakura made their way through the nearest hobby store, they got many odd looks from people wondering why there was a miniature version of the solar system glued to Yami Bakura's left hand. But Yugi managed to get the evil yami through without _much_ trouble (that man in aisle 2 had deserved what he got, anyway) and got to one of the workers.
"Excuse me," started Yugi, "Is there any Krazy Glue Removal here?"
Said worker turned around slowy, revealing a tag reading 'Hi! My Name Is Walter'. He stared at Yugi and Yami Bakura for a moment, then let out a strangled sort of scream. "Aisle 6!" he cried, "Just please, don't hurt me!" And so, he promptly ran and hid behind a stack of car model kits.
"Well," said Yugi, "I wonder what that was about."
~~~
Yami and Yamo: flashback, earlier that day
~~~
"Just because it says 'FLAMMABLE' on it does _not_ mean that you should touch it," muttered Yami as he dragged Yamo through the hobby store.
"I can touch whatever I want, for I am THE PHAROAH! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"We already went over this, I am!"
"No, I am!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!!!"
"No!"
"Yes!!!"
"No!!!"
"Ye--!!!"
"--Excuse me, can I help you?"
Both Yami and Yamo turned towards one of the stores workers. . . one of those annoying kids that just gets a job for the money, and really doesn't care at all.
"Um, yes. . . Walter," Yami began, reading off the tag on Walter's front. "We're looking for some glue removal. We've, uh. . . gotten some glue on ourselves."
Walter looked at them for a moment before laughing uproariously, along with much bending over and snorting. "I can't believe it!" he choked out between gasps, "I can't believe there are people stupid enough to glue their hands together!"
This last comment got some very angry glares from both Yami and Yamo. Suddenly, Yamo pulled a rather big knife from out of his back pocket. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" he screamed, "IT'S KILLING TIME!!!"
Walter suddenly thought the smartest thing he ever thought in his life: Run. And so he did, with Yamo close behind and Yami dragged along for the ride.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
~~~
Yami and Yamo: flashback end
~~~
"Forget it," said Yami Bakura. "I really don't care." They stepped into Isle 6: all the items begginning with the letter 'K'.
"Look Yami Bakura, they have Kake Bake!"
"I just want the glue removal."
"Ooh! And here's Kookie Kutters!"
"Glue. Removal."
"Kool Whip containers!"
"SHIT UP AND GET THE &^%%$^%# GLUE REMOVAL!"
"OK, OK." Yugi walked along the isle to 'Kr', and found an empty spot on the shelf. "Ano. . . I think. . . they're. . . out of Krazy glue removal. . ."
"WHAT!?!?!?"
"But look, it's the Collecters guide to all things Krispy Kreme!"
~~~
jeti: hey everyone, say it with me! "jeti doesn't own kool whip, or krispy kreme! and if koookie kutters and kake bake actually exist, they're not hers either! krazy glue from way up at the top still doesn't belong to her because it smells bad! and anything she forgot to mention probably doesn't belong to her, either!"
everyone: . . . riiight.
jeti: yeah, well anyway, that's it! i actually finished this a week ago, but i was having some trouble logging into ff[dot]net. . . what's with that? so here it is! i havn't read it for a week either, i'm just assuming it's all done! anyone notice that no one's been mentioning Malik and Tea? just a thought. anyway, the next person is. . . *pulls name out of a hat (read: "random box from nest to the computer")* Ky Doppelganger! cpmgratulations, you are the next victi-- erm, author. ess.
anyway, review? anyone? you've gotten this far. . . and i will check the reviews and send something nice to anyone who knows what book the words 'we can stil hop' came from.
zipandel: O.o;;;
jeti: CPegasus, i didn't not say i wanted to work with the pancake house. pancakes! INTERNATION HOUSE OF PANCAKES! IHOP! UHOP! WE ALL HOP! WE CAN STIL HOP! . . . man, i hated that book. --;;; (uber kudos to anyone who knows what book i'm talking about. mm, kudos.)
zipandel: you and your inside jokes. -.-;;;
jeti: i luvvies meh insides jokes-ness-ness! ^_____^ (that was another another one, if you can't tell. jeez, i sure am full of them, en't i?)
zipandel: . . .
JeurLeMeth: hey, are you gonna do that idea with the--
jeti: SHHH! WAIT ONE MINUET! . . . or a minute, if you like. minuets tend to be a tad long.
zipandel: *falls over from the many inside jokes*
jeti: . . . ok, i'ma begin t3h fic now. i calleth the Yami no Bakura Yami Bakura because it be correct. . . sorta. but everyone once in a while, i'll use Evil Bakura. . . for continuity's sake. although CPegasus already destroyed it! and also sometimes Bakura because it be shorter! yatta! Yami no Yugi just be Yami because i am lazy and dun wanna writing it out! the evil thing that at certain points possesses Malik i shall call Yamo ('tis B/k's! not mine!) for the sake of continuity and lack of a better word! because he's not Yami Malik. there is no such thing, i tell you! Marik has no darker half, he is simply schizophrenic! waha! Bakura Ryou i call Ryou, i'm spelling Yuugi with one u because hardly anyone spells it with two u's anyway, and. . . um. . . and now i shall continue with the dislaimer. two, in fact, because CPegasus didn't write a very good one at all.
*somewhere out there, CPegasus sneezes*
jeti: waha! serving you right!
Disclaimer: The joint group, Delinquent Duelists of Doom, does not own Yu-Gi-Oh and never will. Unless we buy it off of E-Bay. And then we will commence with pointing and gloating, accompianied by many shouts of, "Ha! We own Yu-Gi-Oh and YOU DON'T! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!" and the like.
jeti: and here's another one!
Disclaimer: No own Yu-Gi-Oh! NO OWN! NO SUE, MINNA-SAN, ONEGAAA~I!
jeti: you know what? let's put in a third because i'm OCD and-- i mean, for good measure.
Disclaimer: All your Yu-Gi-Oh not belong to us! Ha, ha, ha. . . *suspicious noise in the background* OH NO, SOMEBODY SET US UP THE BOMB! *spontaneously combust*
jeti: ah. . . disclaimers are so refreshing. on with the story!
note: i will not write anything about Ryou and Kaiba, because the last chapter was all about them. *cough*andiwouldntknowwhattowriteeither*cough*
another note: please excuse my writing style/sense of humour. and any random british spellings that i might accidentally put in. i do that sometimes. oh, and any spelling errors, as i use notepad and it has no spell checker. um. . . yes, i think that's quite enough of that.
~~~
Yugi and Yami Bakura
~~~
Yami Bakura muttered darkly to himself as he attempted to glue tiny little strings to tiny little styrofoam balls. This whole "Science Project" thing wasn't working for him. Especially the kind of science project that did not involve flammable and/or explosive chemicals. Not to mention that Krazy Glue (waha! no own!) smelled a lot worse than the glue gun did. And it didn't even have the word "Gun" in it.
"Um. . . Yami Bakura? I'm going to the bathroom, OK? Just don't. . . do. . . anything bad." Yugi looked a bit unsure about leaving Yami no Bakura alone. In his house. But he couldn't very well _not_ go to the bathroom, so he was going to have to risk it. He began to turn around towards the bathroom when Yami no Bakura called out from behind him.
"Oh, Yugi?"
". . . Yes?"
"How about leaving the Puzzle here? I mean," continued Bakura, putting on the most innocent face he could (which wasn't all that bad, after all those years of pretending to be Ryou), "the Puzzle is rather heavy, isn't it? Why carry it around so much? It's quite safe here."
Yugi looked blank for a moment, trying to get over the fact that Evil Bakura was acting almost sensible. "Uh. . . right. I'll just take the Puzzle with me. . . yeah." And so he hurried off.
"$&*@#$*%," muttered Yami Bakura, "I was sure that one would work!" So angered was he, that he didn't pay quite enough attention to the task at hand, and succeeding in glueing a small styrofoam model of Mars to his left hand. After a moment of realisation, he shook his hand around wildly. And then he did it a bit more. And then he shook his hand around so violently, that Saturn swung up and whapped him in the face. "AAAAAAAARGH!" he screamed. "GET IT OFF ME!" This outburst was accompianied by much flailing and shouting of words like, "$#^*^%$" and "%^$&$#".
Yugi returned from the bathroom too see the Dark side of Bakura running back and forth frantically, the Solar system trailing behind him. "Yami Bakura!" he said, "Why did you glue the Solar System to your left hand?"
"Nevermind that," yelled Yami Bakura, "just get this *&^&$@#*$#$ thing off me!"
"But, but, that's Krazy Glue! It only comes off with solvent. If you try to rip it off like that, your skin will come off!"
Now, Yami no Bakura was normally all for blood and pain. But this, however, would be blood and pain from himself. "Well, get some %$%&*&^% solvent then!"
~~~
Duke and Serenity
~~~
Happy little Duke and happy little Serenity ate a happy little lunch of happy little pancakes filled with happy little chocolate chips. And all was right with the world. Minus the part of the world in which Yamo was. And Rebecca. And all the mimes. And the rhinos, and the mummies, and the machetes, and. . . and everyone, actually. But we'll just ignore that for the moment.
~~~
Yugi and Yami Bakura. . . again.
~~~
As Yugi and Yami Bakura made their way through the nearest hobby store, they got many odd looks from people wondering why there was a miniature version of the solar system glued to Yami Bakura's left hand. But Yugi managed to get the evil yami through without _much_ trouble (that man in aisle 2 had deserved what he got, anyway) and got to one of the workers.
"Excuse me," started Yugi, "Is there any Krazy Glue Removal here?"
Said worker turned around slowy, revealing a tag reading 'Hi! My Name Is Walter'. He stared at Yugi and Yami Bakura for a moment, then let out a strangled sort of scream. "Aisle 6!" he cried, "Just please, don't hurt me!" And so, he promptly ran and hid behind a stack of car model kits.
"Well," said Yugi, "I wonder what that was about."
~~~
Yami and Yamo: flashback, earlier that day
~~~
"Just because it says 'FLAMMABLE' on it does _not_ mean that you should touch it," muttered Yami as he dragged Yamo through the hobby store.
"I can touch whatever I want, for I am THE PHAROAH! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"We already went over this, I am!"
"No, I am!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!!!"
"No!"
"Yes!!!"
"No!!!"
"Ye--!!!"
"--Excuse me, can I help you?"
Both Yami and Yamo turned towards one of the stores workers. . . one of those annoying kids that just gets a job for the money, and really doesn't care at all.
"Um, yes. . . Walter," Yami began, reading off the tag on Walter's front. "We're looking for some glue removal. We've, uh. . . gotten some glue on ourselves."
Walter looked at them for a moment before laughing uproariously, along with much bending over and snorting. "I can't believe it!" he choked out between gasps, "I can't believe there are people stupid enough to glue their hands together!"
This last comment got some very angry glares from both Yami and Yamo. Suddenly, Yamo pulled a rather big knife from out of his back pocket. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" he screamed, "IT'S KILLING TIME!!!"
Walter suddenly thought the smartest thing he ever thought in his life: Run. And so he did, with Yamo close behind and Yami dragged along for the ride.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
~~~
Yami and Yamo: flashback end
~~~
"Forget it," said Yami Bakura. "I really don't care." They stepped into Isle 6: all the items begginning with the letter 'K'.
"Look Yami Bakura, they have Kake Bake!"
"I just want the glue removal."
"Ooh! And here's Kookie Kutters!"
"Glue. Removal."
"Kool Whip containers!"
"SHIT UP AND GET THE &^%%$^%# GLUE REMOVAL!"
"OK, OK." Yugi walked along the isle to 'Kr', and found an empty spot on the shelf. "Ano. . . I think. . . they're. . . out of Krazy glue removal. . ."
"WHAT!?!?!?"
"But look, it's the Collecters guide to all things Krispy Kreme!"
~~~
jeti: hey everyone, say it with me! "jeti doesn't own kool whip, or krispy kreme! and if koookie kutters and kake bake actually exist, they're not hers either! krazy glue from way up at the top still doesn't belong to her because it smells bad! and anything she forgot to mention probably doesn't belong to her, either!"
everyone: . . . riiight.
jeti: yeah, well anyway, that's it! i actually finished this a week ago, but i was having some trouble logging into ff[dot]net. . . what's with that? so here it is! i havn't read it for a week either, i'm just assuming it's all done! anyone notice that no one's been mentioning Malik and Tea? just a thought. anyway, the next person is. . . *pulls name out of a hat (read: "random box from nest to the computer")* Ky Doppelganger! cpmgratulations, you are the next victi-- erm, author. ess.
anyway, review? anyone? you've gotten this far. . . and i will check the reviews and send something nice to anyone who knows what book the words 'we can stil hop' came from.