Dear Ra! I'm throwing out this stuff faster then I thought...my hands hurt, oh well, we all have to make sacrifices. I caught my mom reading this.... she looks at me weird.
Warnings: All the same warnings apply.
Disclaimer: Do you really have to ask people, FAN fiction, not creator fiction.
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
() %Yami to Yugi% -Ryou to Bakura- =Marik to Malik= $Seto to Kaiba$ (Shuicci to Youko)
"What?" 'Seto' looked innocent enough, but looking innocent was only a trifle, Bakura could pull that move also, it fooled the mortals easily. But Yami was no mortal of course. "What the hell are you on Kaiba...is it speed?", Marik questioned. Normally, mortals cannot pull moves like that without proper training, and frankly a medallist would be jealous. "That's my name, don't were it out", was all 'Seto' had to say in his defense. Now Yami knew there was something wrong, due to two reasons. One of course, was the display of athleticism, Seto was a petty good athlete, but HELL, that was insane, and b. Seto would NEVER, EVER, say "that's my name, don't were it out". He had loosened up a little since battle city...but now he looked less then sane. "Spill it Kaiba", what's wrong with you, was work a little to hard...", Yami began, thinking logically. "Didja snap?", was Bakura articulate finish to Yami's previously started question. "I am perfectly fine Tomb robber, I just needed a little excitement, and after all, all imprisonment and no play makes Kaiba a restless spirit". The words hung in the air for a small while, then, as if finally grasping them, Yami blanched and started to pelt Kaiba with questions. Kaiba, who was now smirking said one last thing, he had enough fun, for now. "I'll see you all later" With that last statement his eyes clouded over and he passed out. "Well nothing to do now except drag his sorry hide to an empty room and wait for him to wake up", Bakura said helpfully. They had a lot of explaining to do when Seto woke up. }{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{
Yusuke was kicking total ass in the fighting game, and loving it. Hiei looked as if the game was an evil monster trying to kill him, and Kurama looked on with a bemused expression.
(Can I try?)
(No.)
(When Yusukes done?)
(No.)
(Why?)
(Because you would blow it up)
(Would not)
(And how could I be so sure?)
(Cause I wont)
(Is it me, or are your arguments getting weaker)
(I wouldn't be noticed)
(Sure)
(Really?)
(No.)
(You suck) &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Seto found himself in one of his staff rooms sprawled on the floor. His first few conscious thoughts were 'Ahh, the first few seconds before I remember why I'm here' He though he heard laughing. 'Who's there?' 'Nothing... must have just been my imagination' He waited for about ten more seconds for his memory of the last hour to come back to him...he couldn't remember anything...he felt as if he did something. This was weird, he only felt like this once before. He had gotten roaring drunk after a bored meeting and Mokuba had to lock him in his office, when he had sobered up enough to question why he was lying on the office shag with his trench coat tied around his head and war paint all over him, he remembered he could not remember anything. (A look at the security tapes told him he really needed to monitor how much alcohol he drinks at a time) He DID remember that he had taken a small drink from his special flask, certainly not enough to make him blackout though. "Finally, your awake", commented Bakura. "Why do I feel as if I was just drug up four fights of stairs?" Seto questioned. "Cause you were" "Oh""You do know there is a staff elevator, right?" "Yep" "Let me rephrase this, exactly WHY was I drug up said flights off stairs?" "That's the hard part", said Yami, who had just walked into the room. Seto did NOT like the way everyone was looking at him, like he had some kind of desease or something. "It's not exactly like its harmful", said Ryou picking up on the vibes and taking over. Oh this was not good, it sounded like they were going to break some horribly bad news to him, maybe that bumper sticker he read this morning was right, Ignorance was bliss. Marik, Bakura, and Yami had now gotten into a huddle on the other side of the room, every once and awhile they would look at him and then continue talking. Seto did not quite have the coordination to walk over there, all he could do was listen to see if some words drifted his way. In that huddle the yamis were having a small debate. "I say we let him find out on his own", said Bakura. Explaining things like this was really not his forte. "Oh Ra, don't make him do that, it took Yugi MONTHS to figure me out", said Yami with exasperation.
%HEY%
%It IS true Yugi%
%Well it wasn't exactly a thing that I could just guess at%
%Meh% "Seto's smart enough he'll figure it out sooner or later", Marik said. "It was your fault in the first place, leaving your millennium item where he could see it", Bakura whispered fervently. "Can't take that chance", said Yami. He was replying to Mariks statement. "Oh, I could just see how that would go,'hey Seto, guess what, you've got a permanent timeshare with an ancient Egypt spirit! Isn't that blood freaking brilliant!' said Bakura. "I thought you would be happy to scare the shit out of him Bakura", said Marik. "Well how are we supposed to tell him he has a yami?" Seto was in deep thought he had only heard a few words, yami, seto, permanent, timeshare, spirit and item. Seto tried to rollover onto his stomach to get up; when he was about half way something in his pocket stabbed him in the leg. He rolled back onto his back and found the thing that had stabbed him. The millennium rod, then it hit him. It all made sense to him now. 'Oh god' he thought. This could not be happening to him, he was perfectly sane, unlike those psychos on the other side of the room. Yami and Bakura had gotten into a fistfight, with Marik acting as the almighty Ref. "If you two are quite done..." Seto began. Yami looked up from where he was making Bakura get acquainted with the shag carpet" "So I now have a...yami?" 'Maybe...I just misheard them, or I could have misinterpreted what they were saying' he thought, scrabbling desperately for some logic. "I told you he would figure it out," said Bakura smugly. "I have heard these things live in your head?" Seto said slowly. All of the yamis glared at him, they really didn't like to be called things, they were not a brain tumor or a mental condition after all. They were accused of having metal conditions, but that was different. Malik, who was enjoying the CEOs look of stupidity, took over. "That sums it all up", he said with a grin. "I mean look at my Yami, he's harmless now" "The various small animals and Isis's last house would beg to differ", Yami said. "So I'm not crazy?" "No Seto you are not crazy, there is evidence " Yami said as he pointed to Yugi and Bakura, they spiritually waved and went back to playing a word game. "Bacon", Bakura said. "Nuclear weapon", was Yugi's counter. "Nectar" "ribs""Street light" "Tree" "everclear" "Robots" "shark" "Key" "Yo-Yo" (1) it went on like that. Seto was slightly weirded out by that. "Well, any questions?" Yami asked, as if he was teaching a class. "Yes, what exactly did the yami thing do when I was out?" Seto asked. He wanted to see what kind of damage this thing had caused. "Well, he put a new record on the DDR thing, drank all the stuff out of your flask, and pushed Anzu", Malik said, ticking the events off on his fingers. "He really didn't do anything wrong", said Ryou. "Cookies" "Stop sign" That was a relief to Seto; he was worried damage was done to his beloved arcade. "Does my yami-thing have a name?" Seto did not really care for calling whatever the hell his name was yami-thing. Seto also did not care for is that there was a thing living in his head, but if it was to live in his head he should at least know its name. He decided to try it.
$...$
$Names Kaiba, good to meetcha$
$Bit mind tied are ya? $
$Yes$
$Why? $
$I am not really comfortable with talking to a voice in my head$
$Oh is THAT all, I'll just come out there$
$...$
$I'll take that as a yes$ With that, Kaiba separated into an astral form. "Not even a hello? I'm crushed", Kaiba pouted.
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Well that is it for me today everyone; hope you like it I know I did. Please read and review. (1) Yugi and Ryou were playing a word game, the first person says a word and the other has to say a word begging with the last letter of the last word. They have to be Nouns. The person who can't think of another word looses. Or at least I think that is how it is played. Three day maximum in writing once again. Review Review all of you.... Ok I have been up WAY to long. G'night, or..as I look at the clock..morning.
Warnings: All the same warnings apply.
Disclaimer: Do you really have to ask people, FAN fiction, not creator fiction.
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
() %Yami to Yugi% -Ryou to Bakura- =Marik to Malik= $Seto to Kaiba$ (Shuicci to Youko)
"What?" 'Seto' looked innocent enough, but looking innocent was only a trifle, Bakura could pull that move also, it fooled the mortals easily. But Yami was no mortal of course. "What the hell are you on Kaiba...is it speed?", Marik questioned. Normally, mortals cannot pull moves like that without proper training, and frankly a medallist would be jealous. "That's my name, don't were it out", was all 'Seto' had to say in his defense. Now Yami knew there was something wrong, due to two reasons. One of course, was the display of athleticism, Seto was a petty good athlete, but HELL, that was insane, and b. Seto would NEVER, EVER, say "that's my name, don't were it out". He had loosened up a little since battle city...but now he looked less then sane. "Spill it Kaiba", what's wrong with you, was work a little to hard...", Yami began, thinking logically. "Didja snap?", was Bakura articulate finish to Yami's previously started question. "I am perfectly fine Tomb robber, I just needed a little excitement, and after all, all imprisonment and no play makes Kaiba a restless spirit". The words hung in the air for a small while, then, as if finally grasping them, Yami blanched and started to pelt Kaiba with questions. Kaiba, who was now smirking said one last thing, he had enough fun, for now. "I'll see you all later" With that last statement his eyes clouded over and he passed out. "Well nothing to do now except drag his sorry hide to an empty room and wait for him to wake up", Bakura said helpfully. They had a lot of explaining to do when Seto woke up. }{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{
Yusuke was kicking total ass in the fighting game, and loving it. Hiei looked as if the game was an evil monster trying to kill him, and Kurama looked on with a bemused expression.
(Can I try?)
(No.)
(When Yusukes done?)
(No.)
(Why?)
(Because you would blow it up)
(Would not)
(And how could I be so sure?)
(Cause I wont)
(Is it me, or are your arguments getting weaker)
(I wouldn't be noticed)
(Sure)
(Really?)
(No.)
(You suck) &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Seto found himself in one of his staff rooms sprawled on the floor. His first few conscious thoughts were 'Ahh, the first few seconds before I remember why I'm here' He though he heard laughing. 'Who's there?' 'Nothing... must have just been my imagination' He waited for about ten more seconds for his memory of the last hour to come back to him...he couldn't remember anything...he felt as if he did something. This was weird, he only felt like this once before. He had gotten roaring drunk after a bored meeting and Mokuba had to lock him in his office, when he had sobered up enough to question why he was lying on the office shag with his trench coat tied around his head and war paint all over him, he remembered he could not remember anything. (A look at the security tapes told him he really needed to monitor how much alcohol he drinks at a time) He DID remember that he had taken a small drink from his special flask, certainly not enough to make him blackout though. "Finally, your awake", commented Bakura. "Why do I feel as if I was just drug up four fights of stairs?" Seto questioned. "Cause you were" "Oh""You do know there is a staff elevator, right?" "Yep" "Let me rephrase this, exactly WHY was I drug up said flights off stairs?" "That's the hard part", said Yami, who had just walked into the room. Seto did NOT like the way everyone was looking at him, like he had some kind of desease or something. "It's not exactly like its harmful", said Ryou picking up on the vibes and taking over. Oh this was not good, it sounded like they were going to break some horribly bad news to him, maybe that bumper sticker he read this morning was right, Ignorance was bliss. Marik, Bakura, and Yami had now gotten into a huddle on the other side of the room, every once and awhile they would look at him and then continue talking. Seto did not quite have the coordination to walk over there, all he could do was listen to see if some words drifted his way. In that huddle the yamis were having a small debate. "I say we let him find out on his own", said Bakura. Explaining things like this was really not his forte. "Oh Ra, don't make him do that, it took Yugi MONTHS to figure me out", said Yami with exasperation.
%HEY%
%It IS true Yugi%
%Well it wasn't exactly a thing that I could just guess at%
%Meh% "Seto's smart enough he'll figure it out sooner or later", Marik said. "It was your fault in the first place, leaving your millennium item where he could see it", Bakura whispered fervently. "Can't take that chance", said Yami. He was replying to Mariks statement. "Oh, I could just see how that would go,'hey Seto, guess what, you've got a permanent timeshare with an ancient Egypt spirit! Isn't that blood freaking brilliant!' said Bakura. "I thought you would be happy to scare the shit out of him Bakura", said Marik. "Well how are we supposed to tell him he has a yami?" Seto was in deep thought he had only heard a few words, yami, seto, permanent, timeshare, spirit and item. Seto tried to rollover onto his stomach to get up; when he was about half way something in his pocket stabbed him in the leg. He rolled back onto his back and found the thing that had stabbed him. The millennium rod, then it hit him. It all made sense to him now. 'Oh god' he thought. This could not be happening to him, he was perfectly sane, unlike those psychos on the other side of the room. Yami and Bakura had gotten into a fistfight, with Marik acting as the almighty Ref. "If you two are quite done..." Seto began. Yami looked up from where he was making Bakura get acquainted with the shag carpet" "So I now have a...yami?" 'Maybe...I just misheard them, or I could have misinterpreted what they were saying' he thought, scrabbling desperately for some logic. "I told you he would figure it out," said Bakura smugly. "I have heard these things live in your head?" Seto said slowly. All of the yamis glared at him, they really didn't like to be called things, they were not a brain tumor or a mental condition after all. They were accused of having metal conditions, but that was different. Malik, who was enjoying the CEOs look of stupidity, took over. "That sums it all up", he said with a grin. "I mean look at my Yami, he's harmless now" "The various small animals and Isis's last house would beg to differ", Yami said. "So I'm not crazy?" "No Seto you are not crazy, there is evidence " Yami said as he pointed to Yugi and Bakura, they spiritually waved and went back to playing a word game. "Bacon", Bakura said. "Nuclear weapon", was Yugi's counter. "Nectar" "ribs""Street light" "Tree" "everclear" "Robots" "shark" "Key" "Yo-Yo" (1) it went on like that. Seto was slightly weirded out by that. "Well, any questions?" Yami asked, as if he was teaching a class. "Yes, what exactly did the yami thing do when I was out?" Seto asked. He wanted to see what kind of damage this thing had caused. "Well, he put a new record on the DDR thing, drank all the stuff out of your flask, and pushed Anzu", Malik said, ticking the events off on his fingers. "He really didn't do anything wrong", said Ryou. "Cookies" "Stop sign" That was a relief to Seto; he was worried damage was done to his beloved arcade. "Does my yami-thing have a name?" Seto did not really care for calling whatever the hell his name was yami-thing. Seto also did not care for is that there was a thing living in his head, but if it was to live in his head he should at least know its name. He decided to try it.
$...$
$Names Kaiba, good to meetcha$
$Bit mind tied are ya? $
$Yes$
$Why? $
$I am not really comfortable with talking to a voice in my head$
$Oh is THAT all, I'll just come out there$
$...$
$I'll take that as a yes$ With that, Kaiba separated into an astral form. "Not even a hello? I'm crushed", Kaiba pouted.
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Well that is it for me today everyone; hope you like it I know I did. Please read and review. (1) Yugi and Ryou were playing a word game, the first person says a word and the other has to say a word begging with the last letter of the last word. They have to be Nouns. The person who can't think of another word looses. Or at least I think that is how it is played. Three day maximum in writing once again. Review Review all of you.... Ok I have been up WAY to long. G'night, or..as I look at the clock..morning.