Yuugioh does not belong to me.
I'm sorry for the delay. It being my birthday and allI did not have time to write. And when I did, this crap chapter came out. I'm so sorry about this chapter, which I am finishing at 4 in the morn. It is not up to snuff and probably riddled with mistakes. Accept my apology, please.
And thank you SO much for the loverly reviews.
On a side note, I've made LJ just for the purpose to keep you guys up-to-date onhow update-ish I'm feeling. You can read there how far I'm getting on chapters, whether they're going to be delayed, etc. Maybe previews, and such? This goes for ALL my stories, not just this one, so if you read more than one, don't be surprised if you read about this again.
Once again, I apologize of this sad excuse for a chapter. I'll try harder next time.
That is how Seto got laid.
I mean, that is how Honda found out he liked chocolate covered—
No, that's not it either. What the blazes is going on!
Oh, yes. Of course, how silly of me. This is how Seto, Katsuya, Honda, Sanouke, Yuugi, Jade and Faye found themselves in Seto's kitchen. Jade and Katsuya were both frantically stuffing face.
"Wow, Seto-sama, you've got some good shit in this house!" Jade manages to squeeze out of her huge cheeks—where inside lie globules of ice cream and bits of cookies.
"Pfft, why d'ya dink I 'ove 'im," Katsuya grunts as he swallows some ramen.
Meanwhile Seto and Sanouke are seriously contemplating how to free Mokuba from the clutches of this devious Zorro. By seriously, I mean that Sanouke trying to see how much cleavage she can get, while Seto sits there and thinks. By contemplating, I mean that Honda keeps trying to peak down Sanouke's robe.
Yuugi and Faye sit on the floor and cry for Argentina. Then they realize that what they're doing makes no sense whatsoever, and they stop. Then, they start talking about anime. The two of them realize they enjoy shonen-ai and beginning talking about Gravitation fanfiction and pairings. Eiri is quite the cutie seems to be the general consensus.
"But where could the entrance into my secret basement be?" Seto thinks aloud, his brow furrowed. He . . . he has to figure this out. His brother could be in grave danger. Mokuba is relying on him . . .
And then the floor caves in underneath their feet.
Seto stands up, sore and covered by a thick layer of gray dust.
"Seto! I found your secret basement!" Faye seems awfully excited, despite the fact she is nearly coughing up some important organ because of the dust floating about.
"As have I, apparently," Seto responds dryly.
"SETO-CHAN!" Katsuya cries out, running for Seto's lean, tanned form. His mouth still has crumbs around it from the cookie he and Jade had been inhaling. Seto finds that his pale face doesn't look half as attractive when he looks like he eats like a pig.
"Clean your mouth," Seto scolds, holding the now-brunette at arm's length.
"But Seeeeto-chaaaan, I could be traumatized for life for all you know!" Seto merely rolls his eyes. It would be just like Katsuya to get traumatized because of an interrupted lunch but not because his body got switched with his boyfriend's.
"I'm sure you are. Wipe your mouth."
Yuugi crawls carefully over to Honda and whispers, "Does Seto-sama always act like Jou-kun's male mother?"
Honda snorts loudly, and answers in an amused voice, "I hope not! It would really awkward during sex, you know?" He ruffles Yuugi's hair gently as the smaller boy blushes. Little does he know that Yuugi has to restrain himself from biting Honda's hand off. No one touches Yuugi's hair and gets away with it.
Honda's time will come . . . it will come!
Meanwhile, Sanouke is cursing off the damn house, and threatening it with a horrible death, mangled corpse and all, while Jade makes a half-hearted attempt to quiet her. It isn't worth the effort, really.
Then . . . they see writing on the wall. And what it says makes chills run up their spines.
Michael Jackson is watching you . . . (especially Yuugi!)
"Ah!" Katsuya cries, and manages to break free of Seto's grip. While Seto stands there, looking shell-shocked at the word written sloppily on the wall, the brunette wraps his arms around Seto and pretends to be scared—it's just an excuse to feel Seto up.
He doesn't notice the works scribbled in gel-pen underneath.
Michael thinks Mokuba's a really nice boy, Seto-san . . . FOLLOW THE ARROWS!
So understandable, Seto breaks free from Katsuya's groping, and runs off in the direction the arrows are pointing. Mokuba! IN MICHAEL JACKSON'S HANDS!
This is a nightmare.
After a long time—no one was smart enough to have a watch, so no one knows exactly how long—the group is tired, hungry and deciding on whether or not to become cannibals.
"Oi, Jade. I'm hungry as hell. Don't you have some candy in your pockets, or something?" Faye whispers as the two of them begin lagging behind. They really aren't in shape at all.
"Shut up, Faye, I'm not your personal vending machine, damn it. Go eat Yuugi."
"Eat someone else, damn it!" Yuugi replies, looking back at the brunette twins behind him. Everyone thinks that just because he is little and cute he must be tasty, as well. That is definitely not the case, as Mai pointed out to him one time when she ravaged his mouth. By the way, she was extremely drunk and pining over Valon, so she was in no way attracted to Yuugi, apparently (it would do the boy no little amount of good to know a hottie with a body like Mai liked him). She even told him later on that she felt like a pedophile. "I'm never gonna get a girlfriend," Yuugi sighs.
"Don't worry," Honda is trying his best to be uplifting when he secretly agrees. Sorry, but no girl in their right mind would—
"Yuuuuugi-kun, you turn me on!"
There is a long pause in which everyone turns around and stares at Faye. She blushes and looks down, embarrassed. "Well, he does." Jade walks past her , shaking her head.
"I'm not related to her in any way. She is an alien."
They walk on. Yuugi and Faye are now the laggers, and no one really wants to interrupt their whispered conversation, so they leave them alone. Jade and Honda begin bumping arms subtly, which would be cute if they weren't walking down a long, dark tunnel that smells like New York City.
Finally, they reach the first challenge.
"Hello, there, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the HOW MUCH ANIME DO YOU WATCH challenge!" A tall, obviously mechanical man with long strides comes over to their, his hair slicked back like Elvis's—to much to Jade's enjoyment; she has an Elvis fetish. This man grabs the first person in his reach over to him—Honda, and gives him a hug. "I love you!"
In any case, the mechanical Elvis had Honda pried away from him, and was forced into revealing the rules for this challenge. With a pout on his lips, and a frown on his brow, Elvis began. "Okay, to pass this challenge, everyone will be asked an anime questions. Since I am a machine forcibly connected to Eveilae's idiotic-" He has a random spaz moment, courtesy of the lovely authoress, before continuing in a more polite tone. "-brain. Yes . . . well . . . "
"ME FIRST!" Faye cries, eager to show off her anime skillz. No one particularly cares, though, except for maybe Yuugi, but nobody particular cared about him either.
No one likes the main character, really. As As Winry if in her heart she really likes Ed, and she'll have to answer that she does not. Childhood friends or not, envy eats at peoples hearts . . . not literally.
"Fine. Question one: In what track do Eiri and Shuichi have their first kiss . . . My god, Eveilae-sama. You are a yaoi fangirl but fer shiz."
SHUT UP, Elvis. Shut up.
"I'm not Elvis," the mechanical Elvis whines pitifully while Faye cries in the background. "I think I look more like Mick Jagger, really."
Yeah. Mick Jagger, my ass.
Sanouke, seeing that Faye doesn't know the answer to the question, quickly comes up with a satisfying solution.
Kurosaki-sama gladly gets rid of the nuisance for them. And so they travel on.
"And the road goes ever on and on," Jade murmurs lovingly, as she slips a volume of Lord of the Rings out of her back pocket. There is no way that a book of that size would fit in her pocket, unless she were A) fatter than three normal-sized woman, B) a witch, like her grandmother, or C) God.
"So you passed the first challenge, did you?" A high-pitched voice squeals, and they all turn to face this newest embarrassment of the human race. "You will go no further!"
It's . . . it's . . . some random person no one really cares about, not even the reader. So they ignore him, and keep walking.
"Hey! I'm talking!"
Katsuya and Seto decide that they are getting pretty ignored in this chapter. Although they prefer this to the angst and character death that this authoress usually puts them through, they want a little love, too.
"Seto-chan . . . I want to ask you something, but I'm not sure if this is the right time . . . " He looks almost embarrassed, which is something that looks particularly out of place on Seto's face. Surprisingly, though, Seto finds it extremely attractive, and he gives Katsuya his nicest smirk.
"What is it?"
"Well, so far this weird adventure of sorts has been humorous and carefree—not counting all the kidnapping and such—but . . . you don't think one of us will somehow tragicly die, do you? I'm really not in the mood to die or become some sexy avenger—"
"Like Sasuke-kun?" Faye insert, not helping at all. And so, both Seto and Katsuya completely ignore her.
"I doubt it, Katsuya-chan. Don't worry about it," Seto says calmly, wrapping a strong arm around Katsuya's now very thin frame. "I wouldn't dream of letting someone kill you, especially not when you're in my body."
Katsuya lets his head fall on Seto's now much shorter shoulder. "That's comforting."
Many idiotic challenges—most which end in Sanouke beating people up with her giant dildo—later, they reach a large chamber. It seems like something that was once used in Europe for duels and such, but obviously inside and not in Europe. Is this the end of their journey?
A loud voice echoes around them, and Honda's knees get weak and girlified.
"Now, Seto-san. You and I will fight for the love of beautiful Mokuba-kun."
This would all sound so much better if Mokuba were not a young teenage boy which Zorro is more likely than not, over twenty-five.
And so this horrible chapter ends, just to spare you all the misery.