Disclaimer: Gee, I don't know... DO I own Yu- Gi- Oh... guess not... okay,
that was my corniest disclaimer yet... EVERYBODY APPLAUD!!! *audience
applauds for corny disclaimer*
SIDE NOTE: I'm updating!!! I'm updating!!!! I'm... retarded!!! Oh well. Nobody's perfect... *looks up at disclaimer* Gee, I'm in a really corny mood today, aren't I? I hope this fic's not corny!!!! EEP!!!! *runs off to make sure fic isn't corny*
"My prince! Please, my prince! You must wake up!"
This was an odd thing to wake up to. Joey had no idea what these people were talking about, and he had no idea where he was. He was even more baffled, because these people seemed to KNOW him. And as he opened his eyes, a wave of relief spread over their faces. A man in a red uniform shouted with joy.
"My prince! Are you well, now, my prince?"
"My prince?" Joey groaned and held his head. The man in the uniform shushed the man next to him, who was shouting with happiness and bouncing around. The man immediately fell silent.
"Yes, my prince. Are you well?"
"Yeah, sure, but... I'm not your prince."
"Oh dear..." the man in the uniform began to whisper rapidly to the other man, who was nodding and agreeing with everything he said. Joey felt very irritated.
"What are you freaks talkin' about?!" he demanded.
"Oh, um, yes, you see, my prince..."
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
"Um, yes, of course," the man agreed, but bowing his head and muttering under his breath. "My prince..."
"I heard that!" Joey snapped. He stood up on his own now, glaring at the two men. "Now both of you just stop callin' me prince, stop lookin' at me like that, and tell me where I am!"
"My prince..."
"I warnin' you..."
"Yes, of course... well, um, you see, you are in, uh, what is supposed to be YOUR palace in YOUR kingdom of Europe. This is YOUR Southern kingdom, by the way..."
"I see. Now tell me... how can you be so sure that this is MY palace and MY kingdom? For that matter, how do you know it's even MY Southern kingdom?"
"Well, I suppose we cannot be fully certain..."
"You see? I could just be some stinkin' imposter for all you know... Oh. No."
Joey realized he'd just made a mistake. Once again, Joey Wheeler opens his mouth, and something stupid comes out. He knew he was no prince... now he'd just convinced them that he was an imposter!
"Well, you look very much like our prince, sir," the little man pointed out. "Very much. You have the same eyes, the same voice, and the same attitude. And from the looks of things, you're wearing his clothes."
Joey looked down and blushed. He realized he was wearing what looked like blue spandex, a black belt with a sword in it, and a velvety shirt- type thing to top it all off. He almost looked disgusted.
"Well, sir, there is only one way to find out if you are really our prince or not," the little uniformed man said with a nod. He turned to his silent companion, who nodded in agreement. "We must take you to the dragon." He finished.
Joey gulped. What had he gotten himself into?
"Come this way, sir,"
The two little men led him down out of the palace to what looked like a stable. Joey sensed trouble the moment the little men opened the door... he was right. Inside was a dragon... a Red Eyes Black Dragon.
SIDE NOTE: What a nutcase I am... ah, well. Gee, I would've hoped this one was longer... hmm. Well, I'm PRETTY SURE the next one will be longer than this. Sheesh, I can't get any more than three pages in!!!!
SIDE NOTE: I'm updating!!! I'm updating!!!! I'm... retarded!!! Oh well. Nobody's perfect... *looks up at disclaimer* Gee, I'm in a really corny mood today, aren't I? I hope this fic's not corny!!!! EEP!!!! *runs off to make sure fic isn't corny*
"My prince! Please, my prince! You must wake up!"
This was an odd thing to wake up to. Joey had no idea what these people were talking about, and he had no idea where he was. He was even more baffled, because these people seemed to KNOW him. And as he opened his eyes, a wave of relief spread over their faces. A man in a red uniform shouted with joy.
"My prince! Are you well, now, my prince?"
"My prince?" Joey groaned and held his head. The man in the uniform shushed the man next to him, who was shouting with happiness and bouncing around. The man immediately fell silent.
"Yes, my prince. Are you well?"
"Yeah, sure, but... I'm not your prince."
"Oh dear..." the man in the uniform began to whisper rapidly to the other man, who was nodding and agreeing with everything he said. Joey felt very irritated.
"What are you freaks talkin' about?!" he demanded.
"Oh, um, yes, you see, my prince..."
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
"Um, yes, of course," the man agreed, but bowing his head and muttering under his breath. "My prince..."
"I heard that!" Joey snapped. He stood up on his own now, glaring at the two men. "Now both of you just stop callin' me prince, stop lookin' at me like that, and tell me where I am!"
"My prince..."
"I warnin' you..."
"Yes, of course... well, um, you see, you are in, uh, what is supposed to be YOUR palace in YOUR kingdom of Europe. This is YOUR Southern kingdom, by the way..."
"I see. Now tell me... how can you be so sure that this is MY palace and MY kingdom? For that matter, how do you know it's even MY Southern kingdom?"
"Well, I suppose we cannot be fully certain..."
"You see? I could just be some stinkin' imposter for all you know... Oh. No."
Joey realized he'd just made a mistake. Once again, Joey Wheeler opens his mouth, and something stupid comes out. He knew he was no prince... now he'd just convinced them that he was an imposter!
"Well, you look very much like our prince, sir," the little man pointed out. "Very much. You have the same eyes, the same voice, and the same attitude. And from the looks of things, you're wearing his clothes."
Joey looked down and blushed. He realized he was wearing what looked like blue spandex, a black belt with a sword in it, and a velvety shirt- type thing to top it all off. He almost looked disgusted.
"Well, sir, there is only one way to find out if you are really our prince or not," the little uniformed man said with a nod. He turned to his silent companion, who nodded in agreement. "We must take you to the dragon." He finished.
Joey gulped. What had he gotten himself into?
"Come this way, sir,"
The two little men led him down out of the palace to what looked like a stable. Joey sensed trouble the moment the little men opened the door... he was right. Inside was a dragon... a Red Eyes Black Dragon.
SIDE NOTE: What a nutcase I am... ah, well. Gee, I would've hoped this one was longer... hmm. Well, I'm PRETTY SURE the next one will be longer than this. Sheesh, I can't get any more than three pages in!!!!
