Punk Nails

A/N; ok, heres the uh...second chapter. Forgive me but I do end it kinda bruptly but...I really wanted to put it up and I had no time to finish it!! I' do it soon, I promise.

Disclaimer: I own it!!! Yes I own my very own computer chair! Oh...but I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Much to my dissapointment.
Setesuyara

Rana sat in her fuzzy computer chair singing loudly, and only slightly out of tune, colouring in her nails with black permanent marker.

"At least that way you don't have to put on a second coat."

She looked up when she dimly heard a voice and immediately shut up.

"Don't stop because of little 'ol me, carry on. You still have to do the other hand."

Rana stuck out her tongue at her foster father. Not that you could tell that he was, he looked no older than her. Picking up where she left off she continued to sing and colour in her nails.

"The miles just keep rolling as the people lean their way to say hello..."

The music was abruptly switched off.

"I'm sorry Rana but you do know the rules."

"I do and turning off my music is one of them."

"Try again."

"Dommmmmmm!!" Rana whined, giving him puppy dog eyes.

"No, you're not getting off this time. Where were you last night." Dom's resolve nearly faltered but she had used those gorgeous...sad...sweet puppy dog eyes too many times.

"The club."

"And…"

"I walked home."

"It doesn't take you from ten till one in the morning to walk from the club home. Where were you?"

"You know, you are definitely starting to sound like the over protective, prude, parent." Dom visibly winced.

"You still haven't answered my question and if you don't you can forget about seeing him ever again."

"Who?" Rana tried, she really did, to look innocent. Well she was, in a way.

"The one you were with last night."

"I wasn't with any boy last night." She put up a great act of looking affronted. It was true though, she had been with three...that did not sound right even in her own head. And you couldn't think of Yugi as any boy, he was the king of games. The little twerp

"Spit it. Or no anime pics for a month."

"Hey!! That's just plain cruel you evil man." Pouting, she checked over her nails and sighed.

"Okay I was with a boy...well actually three. And no it's not what you think. They were helping me."

"Helping you with what?"

"Two really stupid muggers. Unibrow and…Um...Ham! They were following me home and to make a long story short three guys came two of 'em beat up Unibrow and Ham and the other one... well...strangely enough fainted and I kinda did too. He, he. Next thing I knew I was in the little twerp's house then I left. End of story."

"Uh...Okay. You're not supposed to drink, you know that."

"Of course I do you moron! I just had a few shots last night...And you were watching me!"

"Yeah, yeah. Fine, that better be the truth. At least give me this guy's number so I can thank him."

"Them."

"What?"

"There were three of them. You see you never listen." Pouting again she turned the music back on and started on her toes.

But, obviously, the music stopped.

"Hey, we're done. You know what happened now vamoose. You're ruining my quality time."

"What are his or their names?"
"Ahh..." Rana wasn't sure if she should tell Dom who they were. You see he was this duel monsters freak and at the mentioning of Yugi Motou's name he would, most embarrassingly, fall to the floor and worship it. But then again if she didn't tell him and he found out she would be washing dishes for a month...or worse, he could take her pictures away. Nooooo!!!

"YugiMotouJoeyandTristen," she said in a big burbled glob.

"Wha-?"

"Yugi Motou, Joey and Tristan. You happy."

"Wha-?"

"Oh for Pete's sak-"

"YUGI MOTOU!!?? You have been blest; oh the great one spoke to you! He spoke to you right? But that doesn't matter! You saw the great master."

Pathetic!

"Please Dom, you're drooling. Get a grip." Evil plans were going through Rana's head. Very evil plans.

"Hey, I do know where he lives-"

"You do!? Tell me! TELL ME!" Dom was jumping up and down, his arms flapping.

"Give it a rest you freak, I'll see if I can get him to meet you. The bar, tonight?"

"Yes!" Dom punched the air with his fist and danced like a madman. He was going to see the King of games.

"Wait! You have to do a little some thing for me first."

"Whatever you desire oh blessed one. Wait...what do you want?"

"You know that DVD I've been saving for..."

"Yeah." Dom started to look rightfully wary.

"Buy it and you see the king."

"But I don't wanna see Elvis!"

"Not Elvis you Dolt." Now he was betraying his age.

"Yugi"

"I'm gonna see Yugi. I'm gonna see Yugi." He sang his way out the flat and to work, happy as a daisy.

But Rana was not in a good mood.

Now I actually got to talk to the twerp again. Great. But all's fair in love and war.

Yugi slowly sipped his fizzy brown drink.

He was alone for once, what was the possibility of that? Maybe she could actually talk to him properly.

Shees, he looks bad. Real bad. Maybe I shouldn't have run off like that…No! I had every right, the little freak. How could he even try to say that shit to some one nonetheless me!

With a sigh, Rana shifted on the sticky, purple plastic chair and tried to get comfortable. It was a wonder that she would even find him but the freak seemed to like her favourite pancake restaurant as well. She watched Yugi while a maître d' brought him his pancake, you could visibly see his shoulders lift and his body relax. He must like his pancakes. Rana leant closer to see what Yugi was eating.

"No. The shit. He's eating my pancake! Man, how could he?!"

While Rana continued muttering curses her pancakes arrived.

"Thanks. Hey wait," she called, making the waiter stop, "does that boy come here often?"

Mistaking the reason for her question, the brunette waitress took on a sly tone and said, "That one with the purple hair?"

"Yeah that one," Rana agreed keenly.

"Yes, he comes about this time every day. And he eats that same pancake every day. Just like you." The girl said pointedly.

"But I was here first!" Rana whined/screamed.

Many people turned to stare at her after her little spate.

"Hello, people. Your pancakes are getting cold." Rana said frostily to her audience. Yugi turned towards where she was sitting and where the noise was coming from. Rana saw him turned and quickly cringed behind the menu.

"Hell no. He can't see me. But you do want to talk to him. This is the perfect time. No. Do it. Dom's gonna kill you. "

"Hello Rana."

"Aaaah! Yugi. You scared the shit outta me!"

"Sorry, can I sit here?"

"Uhm…"

Never! Yes! No! Maybe! Fuck off!

"Sure, yeah. Whatever."

To hide her embarrassment she stuffed her mouth with a piece of her syrup, banana and cream cheese pancake. The one she made and Yugi was eating. Thief. It was her pancake!

Quite unperturbed Yugi sat down and started on his second pancake.

"So…what you doing here Yugi?"

He finished his mouthful and said, "I come here every weekend for breakfast, what are you doing here?"

"I come here every day for breakfast and today is Friday, why aren't you at school?"

"No school today, some type of teacher meeting. But you don't go to the same school as me, why aren't you at school?"

"I don't go to school on Fridays, it's just not my thing. Where'd you get that type of pancake from?"

"Oh, divine isn't it? I don't know, when I came here for the first time I asked the waiter what was good and he said that someone came here every day to have the same pancake and would I like to try it? I asked what it was and here you are I have this pancake everyday and am I right to assume you are the one who made it up?"

"Right you are. How come I've never seen you here before?"

"I come quite early every day to have breakfast. Maybe you come later or earlier. I don't know or maybe we just never saw each other."

"Oh okay."

They continued to eat their pancakes until both of them were done. Rana wiggled her black fingernails in the air, trying to get the attention of a waiter.

Come on. A waiter, any waiter! Before it gets to some psycho babble shit!

"Ah... Rana?"

"You wanna come down to the Desert Rose tonight. I'm working and I know some one who'll be very glad you're there."

"The bar, sorry to say this, but aren't you a bit young to work in a bar?"

"Oh, Dom owns it. My foster dad. He's cool with it. I'll get you in. Don't worry, no one will force you to drink any alcohol."

"Sure. Uhh, when?"

"My shift starts at seven, why don't you come at six. Then we can talk about what happened."

"Yes, alright I'll meet you there."

"Gotta go. Bye."

Rana paid for her pancake and practically ran out of the restaurant.

I can't believe I just said that.

Rana whistled as she wiped down glasses, waiting for Yugi to show. For some odd reason she was really happy.

Dom walked with a spring in his step, glad that he was going to see Yugi, even if his wallet wasn't.

"Did you remember the stuff Reo wanted?" Rana asked Dom as he hopped by.

"Stuff?" He said, back tracking.

"Yeah, computer stuff."

"Shit."

"I guess not, I told her you would forget. She's gonna kill you."

"I know." Rana smirked at Dom. "When she coming," Dom asked with hope.

"When my shift starts."

"You wanna start late?"

"Sorry, at seven."

Dom slumped his shoulders and put on a pathetic look.

"No." Rana said without delay.

"C'mon! You just have to go back home and fetch it and she wouldn't even know."

"Yes but I would and I would also tell her."

"No you wouldn't."

"And why not?"

"Because…uhm…I don't know. Please!"

"Fine, but if I'm not back by six, keep Yugi busy until I get back. Do not let him get away. Wait, what am I saying. Stay away from him. I don't want you scaring the poor guy. I better get going if I'm gonna beat Reo here."

"Thanks a mil. Luv. I owe you."

"Big time."

A little less happy, but still happy Rana left the Desert Rose and headed back home.

"Girls don't like boy girls like cars and money."

Rana sang to herself while she opened the door.

Maybe I can get Yugi to duel me?

She nodded to herself. That was a good idea.

"Stupid door! Open!" As if by magic the door opened.

"Finally, something finally listens to me." She went inside with thoughts of Yugi and dueling.

She blindly made her way inside, still humming to herself. She stopped short when she heard a faint scuffle behind her and the door close.

"Just the wind," she said, casually dismissing her panic.

"Yes the wind of your demise."

"That's lame Kurt." She said without looking up, assuming it was Kurt.

A/N; Ok, tell me what you think, I mean by reviewing and maybe...I mean maybe I'll update.

Luv U All
Setesuyara