Author's Notes: Thank you for the (positive) reviews! I don't actually have much to say, it's just force of habit to put up a spot for Author's Notes, and I thought I'd thank you all for taking the time to review :D I'm also changing the title from "Yami Moves Out" to "Yami Yugi's Modern Adventures". Or some such...if you have a better title *hint hint* I'd like to hear.
August 15
Realized fatal flaw in brilliant plan. In order to get loan to buy apartment....I must have a job. Mr. Bunker at the bank could not grasp idea that the reason I need the loan in the first place is because I DON'T HAVE A PAYING JOB!!!
So had to ditch Happy House Hunt to apply at various fast food places, as I lack any proof of my inherent genius (in other words, a diploma). I dread thought of working at any place with the name of "Happy Burger Land", or worse, "McDonald's". Cannot stand idea that I would be forced to wear awful uniform; besides, hats do not work with my hair.
BUT money is money, so we'll see.
Aug. 17
Sat around Moto house all day yesterday while Yugi was off with friends and grandfather (just like today). I pestered fast-food-could-be-employers. Got job at "Mr. Sourpuss's Lemonade Land". So now I ask: Can I really be desperate enough to work there?
...Am dressed in disgusting yellow shirt and matching shorts, so apparently yes. Kill me now.
Go to work in an hour, but am torn between letting Yugi or Joey see me like this and going out in public looking like....like.......a banana. Sigh. Will brave the streets.
An hour and a half later: At work.
Hands sticky from Devil Spit known as 'lemonade'. Ears ringing from kids on sugar high. Mouth watering at sight of money (which Sarah, the man-hating supervisor, won't let me touch). Eye twitches every time bell rings as customer comes in and Sarah says, "Welcome to Mr. Sourpuss! What can we squeeze for you today?" For one thing, she is way too cheerful about it. As if she enjoys saying that over and over, and over, and over, and then some more. Also, there is no "we", just me, getting lemon juice in my eyes.
Luckily, there is no chance Yugi will ever come here. Must go now. Sarah insisting lemonade doesn't make itself.
August 18:
Spent all morning in the shower, then rejoined with Yugi. Was too tired last night to shower, so had fun time peeling pajamas off my sticky skin. Got impatient and accidentally ripped hem of my fine black silk sleep clothes. Will take closer look at lemonade ingredients; possibilities for a lawsuit must not be overlooked.
August 19: Mr. Sourpuss is closed today!!
Considered quitting and making a living by throwing myself in front of cars and suing the drivers like Bob the homeless guy...imagined doing it about 12 times before came up with new brilliant plan. I, Yugioh, formerly called Bel Um Fal the Pharaoh of Egypt, will now be Yami Yugi,
THE HISTORY PROFESSOR.
My Resume:
Last Name: Moto First Name: Yugioh
Date of Birth: ........?
Education: I was taught by my mother and father until my father died and I assumed the throne and title of 'Pharaoh of all Egypt'. I planned to make that 'Pharaoh of all the World', but my plans were thwarted when I had to put a stop to certain dangerous Shadow Games.
....Scratched my 'Stunning Resume' approach. Will just have to wow them with my extensive historical knowledge. Will report when I return from the University. Look stunning in brown velvet-corduroy suit; found it in Yugi's attic. It was in a box marked 'Vintage'. Took some time to get moth-ball smell out of clothes, and now smell of aftershave. Perhaps a bit too much, as the bottle spilled and I'm getting dizzy from sweet, manly scent.
Later:
I GOT THE JOB!!!!!!! Despite the fact that I have never been to a (modern) school, they found my "inexplicable knowledge of the Ancient Worlds" to be too good to pass up. Their only problem was they thought I was too 'biased' against non-Egyptian civilizations. Oh well. Students will come to agree with me, and then administrators' point of view will be worthless.
I start next month, fortunately at different school than Yugi and friends.
