Disclaimer: Get it into your thick skulls, people. I. Don't. Own. Yu. Gi.
Oh. Okay? (I'm talking to the authorities who keep asking me this question.
Haven't I answered it enough?!)
SIDE NOTE: Proud to be cornball. Oh yeah. Anyway, new chappie... I think this one has become my favorite story to work on, ya know? Okay then, here ya go!!!
"Alright, Wheeler. Start talking."
Joey and Kaiba had finally made it to what was hopefully a living room. It had taken them a little over half an hour to find it, and now Kaiba was ready for some answers. He was particularly wondering why there was a real, flesh- and- blood Blue Eyes White Dragon next to the strange house he had woken up in.
"Well... where would ya like me to start?"
Kaiba sighed in frustration. "I don't know... the beginning. Tell me why there is a real dragon here."
"Apparently, we've landed in some different time or dimension where the dragons are alive. I guess those rich enough own them; ride them, too, I guess."
"Riding a dragon? A live dragon? Wheeler, holograms are easy to control, but these things are real... how are you supposed to know whether or not they want to buck you off?"
"The dragons trust whoever owns them. Completely. They don't trust anyone else for any reason."
"Then I'm not going near that Blue Eyes. I'm obviously not the real owner of the dragon, though I might look like him. There is NO WAY that dragon would ever trust me. I am definitely not the same person."
"Don't jump to conclusions, Kaiba. I, uh... kinda had a run- in with a dragon myself. For some reason, it recognized me as its owner. I think that maybe, whoever the real owner is, I must've had somethin' so much in common with him that the dragon trusted me. I'm guessin' the same goes for you."
"Interesting theory, but I'm going to have to take your word for it. I'd rather keep all my limbs, thank you. Now... as to who these people are... care to give out any information you might have on that subject?"
"Let's see... I guess your guy is some wealthy peasant; goes by the name of Kabat."
"Kabat," Kaiba said flatly. "What kind of idiotic name is Kabat? It sounds like a vegetable. Sure, being wealthy sounds perfectly alright to me, but did he seriously have to sound like a vegetable?"
Joey shrugged. "Beats me. Personally, I've never thought about that until now, but I guess it does sound like a vegetable." He grinned. "Thanks for tellin' me."
Kaiba scowled. "Listen Wheeler, I'm already frustrated enough without you bothering me about some stupid name. So, who's your guy supposed to be, hmmm?"
"Some prince named Jonan." He blushed. He really hated that name.
"A prince," Kaiba repeated dully. "Your guy is a prince. A prince with a name that doesn't sound like a vegetable. Tell me Wheeler, are you lying to me so you can prove that you got the better end this time, or is this guy really a prince?"
"The better end?! Kaiba, seriously, doesn't that name sound the least bit stupid to you?"
"Joey, honestly, it can't be any worse than sounding like you just came from the produce aisle."
"Good point. Well, now that that's settled is there anything else you'd like ta know?"
"Just one more. Have you found anyone else who has lost their memory, so to speak?"
Joey shook his head. "You're the only one so far. But we don't know if anybody else besides us is here, anyway."
"Good point, for once," Kaiba said, looking surprised. "I see you've decided to start using your brain, after all."
"You're hilarious, Kaiba," Joey said flatly. "I'm rollin' in the aisles."
"Well, I think so."
Joey sighed. "We have to look for them anyway, you know. We still aren't sure if they're here or not."
"I know that, Wheeler. After all, we don't have the same IQ."
"Could you stop bein' so sarcastic for once? This is really freaky!"
"Which is why I'm trying to lighten the mood. If you can't show a little humor, then I will. I do agree with you, but we have no idea where to look. I'd say our best bet is to just let them find us."
"Alright, I'll go wit' that one. For now we'll just have to play the role of these guys... and we might as well have some fun doin' it."
"Now you're talkin', Wheeler." Kaiba grinned mischievously. "Fine. So we agree to report anyone else we might find?"
Joey nodded. "Right. See ya later."
Joey left the little house to find the crowd gone and the two little men running up to him anxiously.
'These guys are WAY too fussy,' Joey thought irritably as they looked him all around to make sure he was alright.
"What happened, my prince?" Daniel asked him.
"Nothin.' He'd lost his memory, too. Nothin' to worry about."
The two little men gave a sigh of relief, and then led him away from the town.
"We still have much to see, my prince," the little Duke said excitedly. "We must show you around the palace!"
Joey looked at them in disbelief. "The whole friggin' palace?!" He looked up at the large building in complete disbelief. That thing was HUGE. It was about ten times as big as the Blue Eyes back in the town, and they had to look through every single room?!
"Yes, of course," Daniel replied heartily. "With your memory gone, my prince, you could get lost around the palace. We must show you around so you do not get confused. We will reintroduce you to all your servants and soldiers as well."
"I see. Tell me, now... how many rooms are in that palace?"
"Three- hundred and seventy- two, my prince; not counting the guest room that is being built in the third hall."
"And how many servants?"
"Three for each room, not including the guest room, but we shall hire more once it is finished."
"How many is that?"
"Excuse me... I've never been so very good at math. Arrow, do you know?"
"But the guy can't talk! How can ya..."
Arrow moved his arms around in a strange pattern. Daniel nodded as if he understood.
"Thank you, Arrow. There is a total of one- thousand, one- hundred, sixteen servants in the palace. And if you'd like to know the number of soldiers, we counted them last week. You have an army of fifty- thousand soldiers."
"WHOA! Hold it right there! You are NOT introducing me to..." He paused, doing the math in his head. "... Fifty- one- thousand, one- hundred, sixteen people! I don't have that much time!"
"It won't take very long, my prince."
"ARE YOU STUPID?! IT'LL TAKE ALL NIGHT!"
"Oh, come now, my prince. We will sum it up, so it won't take very long at all. Perhaps a few hours, yes, but certainly not all night. Do not worry."
"I'm going to kill you if it takes longer than that."
"Um... well, my prince, you actually have the authority to do that, but I wouldn't recommend it. I have very important duties, and I take them seriously. It would be most appreciated if you'd spare my life, my prince."
"Fine. Just do me one favor, alright?"
"Yes, my prince?"
"Don't call me prince."
SIDE NOTE: Yippee!!!! I think I like this chappie... well, I like every chappie, but, oh well! They ARE mine, anyway. Oh, um, in case you're wondering, "Where's the king?" then, there is no king. I prefer to have the prince be the supreme ruler, you know? King kinda sounds dumb to me... okay, then, next chappie should come real soon, kay? Ja ne!
SIDE NOTE: Proud to be cornball. Oh yeah. Anyway, new chappie... I think this one has become my favorite story to work on, ya know? Okay then, here ya go!!!
"Alright, Wheeler. Start talking."
Joey and Kaiba had finally made it to what was hopefully a living room. It had taken them a little over half an hour to find it, and now Kaiba was ready for some answers. He was particularly wondering why there was a real, flesh- and- blood Blue Eyes White Dragon next to the strange house he had woken up in.
"Well... where would ya like me to start?"
Kaiba sighed in frustration. "I don't know... the beginning. Tell me why there is a real dragon here."
"Apparently, we've landed in some different time or dimension where the dragons are alive. I guess those rich enough own them; ride them, too, I guess."
"Riding a dragon? A live dragon? Wheeler, holograms are easy to control, but these things are real... how are you supposed to know whether or not they want to buck you off?"
"The dragons trust whoever owns them. Completely. They don't trust anyone else for any reason."
"Then I'm not going near that Blue Eyes. I'm obviously not the real owner of the dragon, though I might look like him. There is NO WAY that dragon would ever trust me. I am definitely not the same person."
"Don't jump to conclusions, Kaiba. I, uh... kinda had a run- in with a dragon myself. For some reason, it recognized me as its owner. I think that maybe, whoever the real owner is, I must've had somethin' so much in common with him that the dragon trusted me. I'm guessin' the same goes for you."
"Interesting theory, but I'm going to have to take your word for it. I'd rather keep all my limbs, thank you. Now... as to who these people are... care to give out any information you might have on that subject?"
"Let's see... I guess your guy is some wealthy peasant; goes by the name of Kabat."
"Kabat," Kaiba said flatly. "What kind of idiotic name is Kabat? It sounds like a vegetable. Sure, being wealthy sounds perfectly alright to me, but did he seriously have to sound like a vegetable?"
Joey shrugged. "Beats me. Personally, I've never thought about that until now, but I guess it does sound like a vegetable." He grinned. "Thanks for tellin' me."
Kaiba scowled. "Listen Wheeler, I'm already frustrated enough without you bothering me about some stupid name. So, who's your guy supposed to be, hmmm?"
"Some prince named Jonan." He blushed. He really hated that name.
"A prince," Kaiba repeated dully. "Your guy is a prince. A prince with a name that doesn't sound like a vegetable. Tell me Wheeler, are you lying to me so you can prove that you got the better end this time, or is this guy really a prince?"
"The better end?! Kaiba, seriously, doesn't that name sound the least bit stupid to you?"
"Joey, honestly, it can't be any worse than sounding like you just came from the produce aisle."
"Good point. Well, now that that's settled is there anything else you'd like ta know?"
"Just one more. Have you found anyone else who has lost their memory, so to speak?"
Joey shook his head. "You're the only one so far. But we don't know if anybody else besides us is here, anyway."
"Good point, for once," Kaiba said, looking surprised. "I see you've decided to start using your brain, after all."
"You're hilarious, Kaiba," Joey said flatly. "I'm rollin' in the aisles."
"Well, I think so."
Joey sighed. "We have to look for them anyway, you know. We still aren't sure if they're here or not."
"I know that, Wheeler. After all, we don't have the same IQ."
"Could you stop bein' so sarcastic for once? This is really freaky!"
"Which is why I'm trying to lighten the mood. If you can't show a little humor, then I will. I do agree with you, but we have no idea where to look. I'd say our best bet is to just let them find us."
"Alright, I'll go wit' that one. For now we'll just have to play the role of these guys... and we might as well have some fun doin' it."
"Now you're talkin', Wheeler." Kaiba grinned mischievously. "Fine. So we agree to report anyone else we might find?"
Joey nodded. "Right. See ya later."
Joey left the little house to find the crowd gone and the two little men running up to him anxiously.
'These guys are WAY too fussy,' Joey thought irritably as they looked him all around to make sure he was alright.
"What happened, my prince?" Daniel asked him.
"Nothin.' He'd lost his memory, too. Nothin' to worry about."
The two little men gave a sigh of relief, and then led him away from the town.
"We still have much to see, my prince," the little Duke said excitedly. "We must show you around the palace!"
Joey looked at them in disbelief. "The whole friggin' palace?!" He looked up at the large building in complete disbelief. That thing was HUGE. It was about ten times as big as the Blue Eyes back in the town, and they had to look through every single room?!
"Yes, of course," Daniel replied heartily. "With your memory gone, my prince, you could get lost around the palace. We must show you around so you do not get confused. We will reintroduce you to all your servants and soldiers as well."
"I see. Tell me, now... how many rooms are in that palace?"
"Three- hundred and seventy- two, my prince; not counting the guest room that is being built in the third hall."
"And how many servants?"
"Three for each room, not including the guest room, but we shall hire more once it is finished."
"How many is that?"
"Excuse me... I've never been so very good at math. Arrow, do you know?"
"But the guy can't talk! How can ya..."
Arrow moved his arms around in a strange pattern. Daniel nodded as if he understood.
"Thank you, Arrow. There is a total of one- thousand, one- hundred, sixteen servants in the palace. And if you'd like to know the number of soldiers, we counted them last week. You have an army of fifty- thousand soldiers."
"WHOA! Hold it right there! You are NOT introducing me to..." He paused, doing the math in his head. "... Fifty- one- thousand, one- hundred, sixteen people! I don't have that much time!"
"It won't take very long, my prince."
"ARE YOU STUPID?! IT'LL TAKE ALL NIGHT!"
"Oh, come now, my prince. We will sum it up, so it won't take very long at all. Perhaps a few hours, yes, but certainly not all night. Do not worry."
"I'm going to kill you if it takes longer than that."
"Um... well, my prince, you actually have the authority to do that, but I wouldn't recommend it. I have very important duties, and I take them seriously. It would be most appreciated if you'd spare my life, my prince."
"Fine. Just do me one favor, alright?"
"Yes, my prince?"
"Don't call me prince."
SIDE NOTE: Yippee!!!! I think I like this chappie... well, I like every chappie, but, oh well! They ARE mine, anyway. Oh, um, in case you're wondering, "Where's the king?" then, there is no king. I prefer to have the prince be the supreme ruler, you know? King kinda sounds dumb to me... okay, then, next chappie should come real soon, kay? Ja ne!
