Shadi: Adventure Bound
A Yu-Gi-Oh…Fanfiction…? By SpookyChild
Authors notes:
Okay, um… I don't know what possessed me to write this. Boredom? Too much Jell-O? I don't know. But anyway, I think it's pretty good. It's a story in which Shadi drives around Japan, whining like an emo kid. The idea of Shadi driving a minivan, well, that's just something I made up. See, "Make Sure You Kill Me Some Good, 'Kay?" Anyway, read it, and… yeah.
Bye.
Disclaimer: God, I wish I owned Shadi… I'd make him BUST A CAP AND A MOVE AT THE SAME TIME!!! That man is ghetto.
Chapter One
Shadi wondered how his life had turned out this way. It certainly wasn't what he had hoped it would be, no ma'am. He had always thought he would marry a nice Egyptian girl and they would have nice Egyptian children: two girls and one boy. And his wife would have been a schoolteacher, and he would have been some curator of some big-shot museum, or maybe an astronaut. They would have lived in a nice, five bedrooms, two bathrooms house - somewhere in the country. You know, where the good schools were.
He did not, however, expect to be living in Japan, babysitting a couple of teenagers who did nothing but play goddamn card games all day.
"It's not even as if they're in Vegas." Shadi said. To make a long story short, Shadi was not pleased with his life. The only thing he had in this city was a beat-up old minivan and a key to his small, messy apartment, which he had just been kicked out of. Ms. Mackenzie, the super attendant, was having the place 'fumigated'. While Shadi found cockroaches unsavory conversationalists as much as the next guy, he was still a little upset. His favorite game 'What's That Noise' was going to be a lot less fun without the little buggers scampering through the walls.
Shadi was not pleased at all.
Why had he come here anyway? Oh yes, he remembered well. How could he forget? The Millennium Items. He was their goddamn keeper. Shadi snorted.
"Keeper my ass…" Shadi muttered, slowly navigating his minivan down the crowded streets of Japan. What a wonderful idea that had been. Shadi had just wanted to do it for the chicks. A job like that, he was sure to score mad honeys. Although it was only after that he had learned that it was, actually, a job with absolutely no human contact, except with creepy chanting monks. And they hated it when you flirted with them.
But, Shadi was no complainer. He did what was expected of him, and he did it damn well, he thought. Why, if it had been anyone else, they would have given up years ago. And his life wasn't all, bad, to tell you the God's Honest Truth… He did have the whole tall, dark and handsome thing going on that all women found irresistible. He fancied himself to be the James Bond of the Tomb-Keepers world, only without the fancy gadgets and do-hickies.
Wait… did I just say 'do-hickies'…? Oh well,he thought. Even James Bond had an off-day.
But still, Shadi felt that his life was… unfulfilled. A tangled web of misery, sorrow, and 'Cosmopolitan' subscriptions. Shadi wanted action. Shadi wanted chicks.
Shadi wanted an adventure.
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(A/N)
Yep, so… um… yeah.
It's the end of the chapter.
Peace.
