Yes yes! I know this is not the actual next chapter of Angel Corrupted! I'm sorry, I really am! I've been trying to get it done… tis at least halfway complete… but I am suffering some serious muse-death here. I suppose I've been a bit due for a crash though… meh! I'll try and get it done ASAP. For now, enjoy this collection of blooper type things for all of AC's current chapters. It is to be noted that almost all of these are the creation of my luff, Sazza the Yaoi Pimp. You should go read her fics, ff.net name yaoipimp. Go!
Thankies mucho to my wonderific reviewers: Wolfspeaker1, crystalphoenix3, Sarah, Angel Reaper, Evil Chibi Malik (Mm…Pixy stick…flavored sugar…mwahahah!), Rindi, Nezumi & Lylli Riddle, Maryna, Kajita (Its not gonna stay braided, dun' worry. ^_^), JuliTina (Dude, I love EVERYTHING in a review 'cept non-constructive criticism. The more info and feedback the better! ^_^), RaevenWynter (Definitely ishn't end), Dark, IceZephyrGirl, Kara Crane, ZeriamSlayer, Tuulikki, dark_light18b, Kaze, Lady Phoenix Slytherin, Senpoo, Charmeleon, Shi Tsukino (you'd have to ask Yugi *snickers*), Donella, shadow/phantomness (Depends, which elements do ya wanna borrow?), chrispy, Shinigami (For most of those questions… you'll see! Both Makky's will appear, and I'm not sure if I'll have Seto/Joey, it might not work in), dgg (I wouldn't hold your breath on the lemons. You might asphyxiate) and anyone else I missed/forgot! And sorry for any misspelled names.
These are for the most part in order… So relax, enjoy and… CONGA!
Angel Corrupted Bloopers!
Prologue:
"Have you not been watching?" the first council member snapped, "The humans are calling upon powers far beyond their own. Strange, dark powers that they have not the skill to control. If these powers grow out of control, they will be able to harm us. They must be stopped."
One Angel gasped. "You mean..."
The other councilor spoke.
"Yes, the Backstreet Boys have reformed."
~*~
"But how sir?"
The Lead Councilor smirked. "I know just the right ritual for the job."
He pulled out some grass skirts and shakers. "CONGA!"
~*~
A council member walked up to him. "You are certain this will work, sir?"
"Of course it will work!" the Lead Councilor snapped. "You would question your leader?"
"Do you want the nice answer or the truth?"
~*~
"H-how can you be alive?" the old angel stuttered. "The ritual said the sacrifice would die!"
"Oh, but I am dead." A cruel voice emanated from the child's lips. "Hikari is gone."
"But you are Hikari!"
The transformed boy tut-tutted, "No, Hikari is very much dead. You may call me…Yami."
With a single jerk of his limbs… nothing happened. Yami strained the against chains, "Nerg- stupid… industrial strength… chains…gah!"
Chapter 1:
He sits, high upon a building, hidden within the shadows cast by the moon. Mild interest reflects in crimson orbs as they watch a gang fight going on below. He was judging their skills, hoping they'd be able to put up at least a little fight as he killed them. It was much more amusing that way.
At that moment, one of the tiles slipped, sending the dark angel crashing to the ground, promptly silencing the fight as he landed on two of the fighters.
Standing up and looking sheepish, Yami stated one thing to cover his embarrassment: "That was deliberate!"
~*~
Eye twitching slightly, the dark angel growled. How dare they try and ruin his fun? He'd been doing the same thing for thousands of years, and no real harm had come of it. He had been using protection had he not?!
~*~
Speaking of fighting… ruby eyes again focused on the brawl occurring in the alley below. The side with the black bandanas appeared to have won, finishing off the remnants of the skull-tattooed fighters. The devious smirk reappeared.
It was time.
"CONGA!"
~*~
The gang snapped into a fighting stance at the sound of the smooth, dark voice. Glancing around, Sorota pinpointed it to a stranger standing in the shadows. Darkness shrouded most of the figure, only showing glimpses of red and gold hair and glints of silver.
"Who the hell are you?" the gang leader snapped.
"I am… BILL GATES!"
Sorota cowers in fear. "NO! NOT BILL GATES! I swear! I'll never haxx0rz again! I promise!"
~*~
Chuckling to himself, Yami made his way back to the rooftops. Having sated his desire for blood, the dark angel resigned himself to another night of wandering around searching for something to amuse him.
"KAREOKE TIIIIIIME!"
~*~
It couldn't be Daddy, it couldn't. Daddy didn't come home for another thirty minutes or so. Trying to stay calm, Yugi grabbed the spaghetti and was about to climb off the stool.
Then the door slammed open.
A guy in courier's clothing stood there. "Telegram for Mr. Mutou!"
~*~
A small boy who looked no more than six or seven was straining across a countertop to reach what appeared to be a box of spaghetti. Of course, it wasn't the scene that had stunned him, but the boy. The child looked astonishingly like himself.
"I shall call him… Minime!"
~*~
After closer study, the dark angel concluded that the only real similarity was the shock of multicolored hair decorating the boy's head. The child was too young to draw further parallels, except maybe with eyes, but the innocent violet orbs the boy possessed were far different from his own.
A pause.
"...Is that eyeliner...?"
~*~
Standing over a bed of glass shards was Yami, in all his leather-bound glory. Large black wings arched majestically over his head and his ruby eyes simmered dangerously. An aura of dark power seemed to emanate from the dark angel, making him more menacing than he already was.
Until he doubled over and clutched his face. "Ow! Holy shit, my eye! I got a piece of glass in my fucking eye!"
"My virgin ears!" Yugi wailed.
~*~
Turning towards the couch, crimson eyes met with wide violet ones. For long moments the two could not break their gaze, and something resting deep within the dark man stirred.
Yami stared down at his crotch, cheeks growing red. "Well shit."
~*~
Kneeling in front of the seven-year-old, he pulled the Puzzle from his neck, and hung the golden ornament around Yugi's.
Yugi stared at the Puzzle.
"But Mr. Darcy! I'm not old enough for proposals!"
~*~
"Keep it safe," he uttered quietly, then placed a bloody kiss upon the young boy's forehead.
Yarik and Marik leap into room and strike poses. Music plays, "Go, go Shota Rangers!"
Chapter 2:
A sigh broke the silence of the room. Yugi lay sprawled across a couch, staring up at the ceiling. The same boring white ceiling he'd been seeing several times every week for the past four years. The couch on the other hand was new.
A very nice turquoise. It did however, clash with the rest of the room in a terrible way.
~*~
Rolling onto his stomach the sixteen-year-old glared at the door. Dr. Jones was late. You weren't supposed to keep potentially crazy people waiting.
He stroked a nearby object.
"Isn't that right, preciousssss.....?"
~*~
"You're late," Yugi informed the man, violet eyes peering over the arm of the couch.
Letting his eyes drift over the man he added, "You look terrible."
~*~
"Have you been having any trouble in school?"
"The fire wasn't my fault! The leprechaun made me do it!"
"...."
"...What?"
~*~
"Do you mean like hallucinations or ghosts?" That dream about a person concealed in shadows…
Dr. Jones gave him an impatient stare.
"No." A person with eyes that glowed crimson…dancing around a pole...
~*~
People didn't seem to like having a potential psycho as a child…
Those fires were the leprechauns dammit!
~*~
Yugi looked around, seeing nothing in the darkness surrounding him. It was the dream again… Without his permission the teen's body began to run from some unseen threat. It was always the same.
First he would run, and then… He screamed out as cold, invisible hands grabbed him from behind.
"CONGA!"
~*~
Yugi bolted upright as a loud beeping ripped him out of the dream state. Flailing wildly he managed to both knock the alarm clock off his dresser, shutting it off, and get extremely tangled in his sheets. Loosing his balance the teen fell from the bed with a thud.
"Well shit."
~*~
If you looked even closer you'd realize the spot of color was shaped like lips, as if someone had placed a permanent kiss on the young man's forehead.
Yarik and Marik do cartwheels past the window. Music plays. "Go go Shota Rangers!"
Chapter 3:
"Maybe you give it too much credit, old man. Now where. Is. It?"
The elder Angel sighed. "The video is in the drawer, 4 men on one, it's gonna break you kid..."
"I can take it..." Seto whispered evilly, eyes glowing as he stared at the innocent looking video.
~*~
Pulling himself out of the past, Yugi continued eating, chatting amiably with his friends until the bell rang and the Headmasters voice rang over the intercom.
"CONGA!"
~*~
People filed in through the door, taking seats for the last class of the day. This was the one class Yugi had with both Tristan and Joey, and the three of them had claimed a corner, which they unfortunately had to share with another boy. There was nothing wrong with sharing the corner… but Marik was freakin' scary sometimes.
Said bishounen promptly giggled and muttered to himself.
"Yes, they tried to separate us from the preciousss… but we'll kills them before that happens, won't we, my love?"
Yugi raised an eyebrow, Marik having just proved his point. "Wait… you're not supposed to be in this scene!"
Marik glares and skulks off. "Nasty little midgetses…"
~*~
"The only way to identify a killing as a Sennen Murder is by the same 'calling card' that gave them their name."
"They left a card with a cell phone number, email and name?" One girl asked.
"Yes!" Marik said, cackling madly, stopping exactly a second later.
Liona stalks in. "Dammit Marik, stay out of the bloody scene!"
~*~
She was still stunned as the bell rang, and was too late to say anything as Yugi grabbed his things and bolted out the door.
"It was the leprechauns!" he shouted.
~*~
If it did hit someone would it kill them? Or simply injure them? Or maybe damage them for life?
Toss.
"Oops." Yami peers over the edge of the building where he dropped his dagger. "Sorry! …Guess that solves that question…"
Chapter 4:
A deeply saddened look crossed Mrs. Gardner's face. The boy (though he wasn't really a boy anymore, was he?) had gone straight up to his room after arriving home and hadn't left it since.
"Is there anything you want?" She asked.
"...A tissue?"
"……"
~*~
Yugi shivered, wrapping his blankets closer around his body. He had fallen back into a near trance, that scene flashing over and over again in his mind. The dagger, the blood, the Eye, pale flesh, dead eyes, burning red eyes, shiny poles, slow music...
~*~
It was the dark again. But…the dream felt different this time, unfamiliar. Yugi spun around, confused. The dream had always been the same, what was he supposed to do now that it had changed?
CONGA!
~*~
The violet-eyed teen was brought out of his food trance by a knock on the door. Looking up, he saw Joey peek in.
Yugi screamed.
Joey screamed.
Yugi screamed.
Joey screamed.
Yugi finally mustered up enough sense to cover himself.
~*~
Two demons and a corrupted angel were sitting on a building throwing pebbles at the stupid mortals strolling back and forth across the street. Well, Yami and Bakura were, Ryou had politely declined.
"Ten points if you hit an old person!"
"Fifteen if you hit anything under 10!"
"TWENTY POINTS FOR THE ONE WHO HITS THE BABY!"
"Calm down, children..." Ryou sighed.
Chapter 5Tea burst into Yugi's room, followed closely by her parent's. They had been torn from their sleep by a sudden scream, which they then realized was coming from the adopted boy.
The family gasped as they saw their very naked son sat atop the groin of a very naked looking man.
"I'm Yami and I'm NOT taking advantage of your son..." the man on the bed shouted, then looked shifty. "Really!"
~*~
"Was is that?" Tea questioned, staring in mild disgust at the crimson welt.
Yugi blinked. "'Was is that?'"
"I said 'What is that'..." replied Tea.
"No, you said 'Was'," Yugi stated.
His family sweatdropped at the fact that, upon shown bad grammar, Yugi was able to ignore burning agony.
~*~
"Birthmarks don't just look like lip-prints," the man of the household stated. "That thing is more like a tattoo…or a brand of some sort. Are you doing something we don't know about, Yugi?"
"IT WAS THE LEPRACHAUNS!"
~*~
"I'm serious! Don't lie to me Yugi. Are you in a gang? Or… or some sort of cult?" The man's eyes expanded in sudden comprehension. "Are you a part of that Sennen cult?"
Yugi gives up, and says in a deadpan voice, "Yes, I am now a trained killer. I BITE PEOPLES KNEES OFF!"
~*~
"Stop that right now!" Mrs. Gardner shouted. "Can't you see you're scaring our children?! I am appalled by your behavior, out of this room. Now!"
Bakura shouts out "THINK OF THE CHIIIILDREEEN!"
"Hush!" Ryou says, smacking him.
~*~
"Out. Now," the teenager's mother repeated firmly. "I am going to comfort our son, while you sit in the corner and think about what you've done!"
~*~
The glass in Seto's hand cracked under the force of his fisted appendage, spilling its contents over the table.
"GAH! SOMEONE FETCH SOME TWEEZERS!"
Yami can be heard laughing in the background.
~*~
Glaring icily at the three old angels, Seto turned on his heel and left.
The angels waited until the doors closed before leaping from their seats.
"CONGA!"
~*~
Glaring icily at the three old angels, Seto turned on his heal and left, promptly breaking into accusatory song.
"Liar! Liar! Your bum's on fire! Your hair sticks up like a telephone wire!"
~*~
There, staring back at him were glowing red eyes, and fangs glinted from his mouth.
Yugi screamed.
"I'VE TURNED INTO DRACULA!"
~*~
"Hey, are you alright?" A kind voice with a British accent asked.
"Huh…?" Yugi looked up to see a boy about his age, with long white hair and brown eyes.
"I said, do you have any grey poupon?"
Chapter 6The violet-eyed teenager lifted his hands to remove it, then stopped. Now that he had it on, he really didn't want to take it off. It made him feel protected, safe… But, he didn't want the bullies to take it. Pale hands moved again, only to stop once more. Something deep within him was telling him that that wouldn't happen, that his puzzle wouldn't let it happen.
"Damn right!" yelled the Puzzle.
Yugi faints.
~*~
Glancing in the mirror, the teenager flinched. A dark bruise spread across one cheek, an ugly reminder of the one hit his bullies had gotten on him. Shit, there was no way he was going to be able to hide that.
Unless...
"SAILOR POWER! MAKEUP!"
~*~
He didn't notice the glowing of his puzzle until it had stopped, coincidently at the same exact moment his bruise disappeared. Blinking at the golden pendant, he wondered what the hell was going on. He was beginning to think there was something seriously weird about his puzzle.
"You're just NOW guessing?!" the Puzzle shouted.
~*~
Yami smirked. "When you're as old as I, you learn to keep yourself amused."
"Viagra and all, eh?" Bakura asked, snickering.
"HUSH!" Yami answered, smacking the iceling upside the head.
~*~
He hadn't given permission for such an act, and that information was very, very personal!
Yugi promptly leapt out of the tree and landed on Joey in a move that would make most wrestlers proud.
Tristan yelled, "That'll teach you to gossip!"
~*~
Sighing, Kaiba opened the oversized book to a random page, and waited. When suddenly, a gnarled and pointy stick was shoved in his face.
Looking up, he glared at the...human...boy...?
"Voldemort! I will not let you learn the secrets from this book!"
"Wrong fandom, kid," Seto replied calmly, pushing the boy away and going back to the book.
~*~
And as if in answer to Joey's smile, a smaller one appeared on Yugi's.
"One more thing, it'll definitely make you feel better!" Joey stated.
"Hm?"
"CONGA!"
~*~
Yami's eyes widened as the boy attached himself to his chest. Whatever he had been expecting, it was not this. He stared down at the braided head of the young human to whom he had gifted his Puzzle. The boy spoke, voice muffled from being pressed against his chest, muttering two words.
"Thank you."
Yami looked shiftily around for a few moments before lightly hugging the boy, slowly sliding one of his hands downwards.
