Disclaimer: I was a little kid when this series came out. Of course I own it! Not...
Warnings: Horrible...horrible mental images
Chapter 5
Part 1 – Sniper
Chuu browsed the neatly lined rows of cages in the ningen pet shop. His last set of poodles had vanished, just like the other ones he had brought to the bar while seeking out his yo-yo wielding former teammate. Something was beginning to percolate through his alcohol soaked brain cells concerning the matter. Since the disappearance of the last set, he'd gone back to drinking. But for now, he needed a Fluffy, Muffy, and Buffy the III. And a new bottle of sake. Hm, sake. The mohawked fighter decided the poodles could wait, sake was more important.
Using his uncanny ability to find alcohol in any setting, Chuu made top speed from the pet shop to the nearest liquor store. Within minutes he was happily swaying down the street, leaving behind a very frightened shopkeeper still huddled in a corner of the store. More interested in chugging down his drink than in paying attention to such trivial things as where he was walking, Chuu nearly plowed into a small group of people watching some sort of street performer. Ignoring the dirty looks a few older ladies shot him; the former Rokuyoukai member blinked his mildly unfocused eyes at the figure that stood in front of the semicircle of onlookers.
Clad in almost embarrassingly snug looking black apparel was someone that would have been familiar to many, if he wasn't currently wearing more white face paint than a score of goth kids. Hagiri Kaname's usually expressionless face was twisting into slightly sickeningly cheerful looking expressions as he recreated some of Marcel Marso's best (if you can call anything done by a mime such a thing) material.
Part 2 – The Toguros
Sniper eyed the little bins near the cash register. He was all out of dice and was having a hard time picking out some new ones. 'Hmmm, plain white, or maybe the translucent colored ones...' Never mind that anything lying around would make for decent ammo, Hagiri just liked using little novelty things like dice and marbles. He was distracted from his ammunition shopping by the small crowd gathered around one of the tables reserved for customers to play trading card games at. Each and every person at the table looked a tad green about the gills.
A deep voice intoned, "I play Dark Magician in attack mode!" A pathetic whimper escaped the other side of the table. Sniper slipped past the surrounding people to see what all the commotion was about. He knew he would regret it for the rest of his life. Seated across from a rather scared looking young boy was a picture from life's other side. The side that likes to kick clowns off of freeway over passes...which isn't necessarily a bad thing...and listen to polka music backwards to hear the subliminal messages.
Wearing a spiky wig and an outfit that put a person in mind of schoolboy bondage manga, all dark colors with chains and shackles, was the younger Toguro. While such a sight was enough to make even the most twisted of individuals rethink their outlook on life, what stood next to him was the stuff of nightmares. Fighting the urge to run screaming like a little girl from the scene, Sniper observed the way the crowd stood as far as possible from the one standing behind the oversized man turned demon. For standing near his younger sibling was the elder of the Toguro brothers. His usual appearance was horrible and disturbing already, but put that with an overly short skirt, tight sweater, and a set of fake boobs and you get something that should be put out of everyone's misery. The Tea/Anzu costume made his brother's Yugi outfit look almost good.
"I-I resign..." The boy across the table scooped up his cards with no regard for whether or not they suffered any damage in his fervor to get away from the creepy pair. Hagiri turned and squeezed out of the circle of bystanders, coming to the decision that perhaps his little stint as a mime wasn't as damning as other things could be.
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A/N: Yeah, I kinda just cut off Sniper's after the whole 'He's a mime!' thing. I simply couldn't think of anything else to do with it after that...and I know nothing about Yugioh outside of the god-awful dub on TV. This chapter basically sucks. Ah well. But, anyways, now that I've gotten my writing computer up and running again, things have settled back down at work, and I've gotten over a couple bouts of depression, I can get back to writing. I should hopefully be getting out new chapters for my more popular stories within the next month or so. I can't guarantee that they'll be any good though.