Rainy Days By Ashford2ashford

Pairing(s): None

Disclaimers: I solemnly swear I am up to no good! What? Oh! Is this a disclaimer? Sorry…ahem….I do not own Yugioh…if I did, I would be rich….and I would own a Pandora suit instead! Yay!

Other Notes: This was supposed to be a one off, but as is my fashion….well…you know….

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It was raining again, and this time Pandora found himself slumped over the couch, his energy gone.

Seeker sat in his usual place by the fire, his feet up on the rest and his newspaper ever present in front of his face. He had only just pulled himself out of bed, and after much shouting and swearing – enough to wake up Strings – he had managed to get Pandora to go out in the car and buy the morning newspaper from the shop down the street.
The problem was, with his car drying in the garage, Pandora had been forced to walk to the shop, and now he was lying in a dripping heap on the couch.

If only Strings hadn't gone out early and taken the umbrella with him!

There was a brief silence, and then Seeker murmured from behind his paper wall, "Hmm. We're in here, Pan."

Pandora looked up, his hair matted and his eyes half-lidded. He decided if he had heard right or not…

"Pardon?"

"I said we're in here. There's an article on Battle City, and there's a photo of the GHOULS here. It says we were participants…I guess people didn't know we were hunters."

The magician crawled off the couch and then stood shakily to lean over Seeker's shoulder, finally knowing what life behind the newspaper was like. The article covered both pages, and many more, but on one of the pages there was an article on the GHOULS.
Much to Pandora's disgust, there were also pictures on there too, a picture of Pandora after Battle City signing autographs, and another one of him duelling a boy for fun, his grin wide and honest. Further down, there was a picture of Seeker sat in a café, waving at the camera man, and another of him duelling Yugi Mutoh in the streets. In the right of the page was an image taken of several people crowding Strings, his face frozen, his limbs frozen, his body statuesque and rigid…as always.

Seeker leaned back in the chair and read one of the profiles on the page.
"Huh. Says here that you're a retired Magician with the skills to match any Black Magician card. You were considered a Level 7 threat because of your card destruction cards. Meh. I didn't think you were that good, Pan!" He read on, "Hey! A game hunter who has somehow mastered the art of playing an Exodia deck. What do they mean 'somehow'? I'm worthy enough to play it surely! Yeah that's right. Level 7 threat also…"

The hunter closed the paper and grabbed Pandora by the ponytail, roughly dragging the other male to eye level. The magician yelped and held one hand up in a pathetic attempt to make it hurt less, but Seeker's grip was designed to hurt and so it made all other actions futile.

"Do you think I'm a better duellist than you, Pan?" He asked, his eyebrows arched, his eyes hawk-like in their appearance – not at all reassuring, "I mean, I play a great Exodia deck now, with only one set of Exodia, and I always win in the small tournaments, so do you think I'm better than you?"
Questions like this were either genuine honest ones, or just an excuse to give your victim a slap around the head, and the problem for Pandora was that Seeker was unreadable and so you could never tell which of the options it was. Pandora saw it as the latter and struggled a little, his face held in a pained expression.

"You…you're a good duellist, Seeker – ow! Well…I think you could take me down! It's true I have – OW – monster destruction cards in my deck, but never hand destruction ones. Getting Exodia would be easy. Let go! You're hurting!" Pandora squirmed again and then felt the hunter's grip lessen, a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, that's right. I kick ass!" He threw his head back and cackled, standing up suddenly and whirling round to pin Pandora with his wide eyed gaze. With a motion that was surprisingly swift for one of Seeker's age, the poacher threw back his sweater, slipped on a duel disk, slapped in his deck, and stood with one arm extended with one finger pointed at Pandora.
"That's why," He finished, "we are gonna have a duel right here, right now! Just you an' me, Pan! Face to face! Man to man! To see who the best is!"

With his mouth still hanging from this information, Pandora nodded dumbly and then slipped on his own duel disk with a slower and much more deliberate action, his black magician deck clicking into place.

"Duel!" The life point counters beeped into life, the 3-d generators hummed gently, giving off their virtual light, and the two men stood facing each other like children in the Battle City.

"Watashi no turn!" Seeker held his hand over his deck, "Draw!"
A card was snapped into his hand and he played one monster face down in the defensive, and another card covered in his trap/magic zone. He stood firm, pleased with this and murmured, "Turn end."

Pandora stepped into action next, his face firmly fixed into an expression of thought, his teeth grit together tightly, his face determined.

"Watashi no turn!" He too repeated the same motion over his own destruction/Dark Magician deck, "Draw!"
His eyes focused on Seeker's field, then on his hand, then on Seeker himself, and finally rested on a three card combo.

"I play the Malice Doll of Demise – The Baby Killer!" Said 'Baby killer' let loose a series of giggles and manic noises and then slumped forwards in a mocking faint, "Next I shall place one card face down, just in case! Then my final move! Nobleman of Cross Out on your face down card!"

Seeker slapped his head melodramatically and then placed his card out of place, slowly taking his deck out of its holder and searching through it.
"Meh. I remove all three of my Magician of Faith cards, and then reshuffle my deck…damn, Pan…"

As the two fought for what seemed like hours, Strings, by this time, had walked in on the two, stared with his head cocked to one side for a while, grew tired of the spectacle, and then went to the kitchen to get a drink. A few minutes later, he came back into the room with a glass of orange juice and a sandwich, and then sat in front of the two duellists, munching away as if he were at a cheap cinema and he were watching a show that was only for himself. Of course all was going well until Seeker decided that a valid move came from hurling huge bolts of lightning at your opponent, and Pandora was looking at the charred ruins of two Baby Killers (AKA Doll of Demise) and a Black Magician. Then an argument ensued, which will be written in script format for the sake of making an argument easier.

Pandora: "No fair!"
Seeker: "That is so fair!"
Pandora: "That is not fair! Raigeki was banned!"
Seeker: "Not in 'Seeker's Guide to Kicking Pan's Ass' it isn't!"
Pandora: "We were not supposed to be using the banned list!"
Seeker: "You never mentioned it!"
Pandora: "You cheating bastard!"
(ACTION. Pandora smacks Seeker over the head.)
Seeker: "Ow!"
Pandora: "Serves you right you cheating git!"
Seeker: "Oh damn you boy! You are so gonna die now!"
(ACTION. Seeker dives on Pandora and for the next half hour, they have what can only be described as a cat fight.)

When both men were finished, Strings clapped joyfully, thinking the past events to be one big game to him. Pandora and Seeker both stared at him and their shoulders dropped in embarrassment.

"Let's settle this another time." Seeker murmured under the noise of the clapping, already retreating into the other room. Pandora yawned and then stretched, nodding softly, "Yeah."

Strings looked up and followed both of his housemates with his eyes, before whimpering softly. It was a shame the entertainment had gone so soon…

Still…he had other means of entertainment.

Seeker sat down in the kitchen and pondered, his eyes set forward and his face fixed in a frown, his mind working away with twisted and inhuman thoughts. In other words, he was plotting against Pandora. As he often did.

A way to get rid of Strings, which was the topic of today, after the noticing of the friendship between Pandora and the mime. Seeker realised, much to his own despair, that Ashford2ashford actually was planning on continuing with the idea of him being jealous of Strings' and Pandora's affection, but he remained cool with that, only because he knew that Ashford2ashford's sick mind often led to shockingly descriptive sex scenes if the attacker was a good boy. And Seeker was willing to prove that he was a very good boy indeed…

(By the way, don't take the sex scene joke too seriously. I wouldn't put them on here anyway. I put them on Adult ! )

Seeker had barely started to form a wicked plan, when said Mime popped into the kitchen, heading straight over to the fridge as per usual. With a sudden change of plans, Seeker kicked Strings into the fridge and sealed the door, wondering why life couldn't be that simple…

Ashford2ashford noticed Seeker staring at her through the screen.
"What?" She complained, "I wasn't feeling creative!"
Seeker shrugged, "Why don't you ever make my life that easy?"

Ashford2ashford shrugged also.
"I dunno. I guess I'm just suffering from major writers block. Well in the next chapter, you'll make a move on Pandora." She realised she'd given the audience a preview of the next chapter.

Seeker cackled gleefully and rubbed his hands together, "I can't wait."

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NEXT CHAPTER – More Insanity