Darkmistressofyaoi
Aw! Thanks! I loved it when Yami got kneed, if I may say so myself. /grins fiendishly/ ... Awww! So compassionate, ne? … Here's the next chapter. Thanks for the rating!
NubianQueen413
I'm glad you found it funny. /cheers/ Pharaoh got kneed! I'm happy about that part of the chapter. /grins and nods/ I'm glad you didn't mind. I wasn't sorta freaked out after writing that. X-x But Yuugi was just teasin' and that backstabbing Yami didn't get what he wanted. BURN, YAMI, BUUUUURNN! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA! Uhm…ahem… /cough/ Ignore me… Here's the chapter!
YamiMisao
Yah, when kawaii Yuugi gets angsty, he pwns! A threesome, eh…? That would be sorta cute… If you kick out Marik… /huggles kleptoshipping/ Sorry. -.- I'm obsessed with Yuugi and Bakura together, even if I don't write it. Heh heh…Thanks for reviewing! Here's the chapter, mate!
Everyone's Anti-Valentine
I know! Yuugi pwns, ya? OOC-ness rocks when you make characters kick-ass! Or…kick-Yami (where the sun don't shine!) Here's the chapter! Thanks for reviewing!
Slave Of Darkness
I love him wherever he is… /daydreams of Yuugi/ Erg…back to response… I know. But I really based his response to Yami's apology as what I believed any regular person would respond. I mean, the other half of your soul, and all your bestest buddies in the whole entire world, ignore you for THREE months. I don't think you'd go running into their arms when you have your own, sadistically awesome friends anyway! And when the backstabbing counterpart tries to stick his tongue in your mouth, you knee him where the sun don't shine! Thanks for the review! Here's the chapter!
DreamCherry66
Heh… Believe me, if I really wrote clear shounen-ai/yaoi, then you'd see YuugxBakura and YuugixSeto fics everywhere. But alas, no pairings at all. That reminds me… /goes out scouting for YuugixBakura and YuugixSeto fics/ Heh…
Kat1132
I know. /mutters, "Stupid Yami…"/ NO ONE wants to visit Yami's world… /shudders/ Where everything you see is from Yami's eyes. OMFG! Rats with wings and 2 plus 3 is 6463252… That dim-witted prat… Yeah, it just sticks, huh? You suddenly have the urge to read every YuugixBakura/YuugixSeto fic in the site… /drools/ Oh my Ra, I'm turning into a rabid yaoi fan. /grins/ Yeah, that's how I was pushed to Anzu-bashing. Go ficcies! I know, Kazuki Takahashi should have seen the bashing coming… /shakes head in disappointment/ Not that Kazuki doesn't know anything! I WORSHIP KAZUKI! Muhahahaha…
Warning: random filling in the middle, to fill up space and stuff, strong-ish language, drunken hints of shounen-ai, and…yeah…
/ - With Yuugi - /
Yuugi scoffed and shook his head. The Pharaoh no baka had actually tried to…ugh…kiss him. He reminded himself to puke later. He rounded the corner and was waylaid by Marik and Bakura. Had they seen anything?
"Pharaoh's got the hots for you, Yuu-chan," Marik chirped.
Yeah, they saw something…
"Nice aim," Bakura added. "Remind me to steer clear of your knee of doom."
Yuugi laughed. They all walked down the hallway and out the door.
/ - With Yami - /
Yami trudged to the detention room and swung the door open.
"Yuugi, I told you that you could go. Your ojii-san needs you!"
Yami looked up. There was a girl, approximately his age, sitting at a desk in front of the classroom. She had waist-long, pure black hair. There was an explosion of light brown dye on the top of her head, starting from the roots, as if someone had just squirted a bottle of dye on her head and left it. On top of that was a smaller explosion of blonde dye. She also had deep emerald green eyes flecked with gold, rimmed by long, thick black lashes.
Yami stepped up to her desk.
"Oh…you're that other Motou, ain't ya? Yumi, is it?"
"Yami," Yami corrected.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Ame's the name. I'm the detention person." Ame looked down at her clipboard. "And you're forty-five minutes late."
"Gomen," Yami said shortly, not looking at her happy, vibrant face. One did not like looking at vibrant, happy people when one felt like hell. Yami felt like hell.
"Naw, it's cool," Ame replied, making a little check on her clipboard. "But you'll have to serve an additional twenty minutes as penalty."
"Hai," Yami said hollowly, not really listening. He sank into a seat at the front of the classroom. He pulled out his history assignment and was about to answer the first question on the bombing of Hiroshima when Ame spoke.
"So, Yumi-"
"Yami," Yami corrected.
"Whatever. Yami, what're you in for?"
"Um…aren't I supposed to sit here in silence?"
"Yeah, but I hate silence. I love talking with the detentionees. Nobody knows, so we're all happy. Say- your brother, Yuugi, the really short, cute one-?"
"Yes? What about him?"
"He's one of the regulars, along with Bakura and Marik. At first, I was like totally scared of them. I mean, they threw knives up into the air when they got bored. But I got to know them every day they got here, and we're acquaintances! But I think Bakura wants to be more than that…" Ame giggled and Yami felt the strange urge to barf.
Yami bit back the urge to yell out the fact he doubted anyone would want to date some desperate ditz like her. Instead, he asked, "Why aren't they here? I thought they had detention, too."
"Yeah, they did, but I let them off. They had to go help Yuugi's ojii-san at the shop. Wait…why are you there?" she inquired shrewdly, squinting at him.
"Erm… Ojii-san prefers them to me. Ojii-san…doesn't like me…"
Ame laughed. It was a high, unpleasant laugh.
"Uh…may I go to the boys' lavatory?" Yami asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure."
Yami stood up and rushed out of the room. Once he reached the hallway, he leaned against the wall. Man, was that girl unpleasant. But she did give some pretty good information. Like how those three got out of detention. They lied. Yuugi's ojii-san had died two and a half months ago. Now that he thought about it… Yami and all his friends hadn't gone to the funeral. No wonder Yuugi hadn't forgiven him; he had been a total ass…
"Yami!"
"Eh?" Yami turned and saw the whole gang running down the hall to him. "Oh, hey guys. Can't talk now. I've still got to finish my detention."
"No! Jou's found a lead to where Yuugi's whereabouts are," Ryou said. "You can go try to get his forgiveness there."
"You don't understand. I already tried and he-"
"C'mon, Yami!" Anzu pleaded. "With us there, we can give our apologies, too!"
"But-"
"I know, I know, detention. No worries. I can help. Just go to the door, stick your head in, yell some bull about you being sick, make some throwing up noises and yeah, and blast off."
"But Honda-"
"Go on, bud," Honda interrupted, pushing him back towards the door.
Yami dropped his head in defeat. Well, with all of them there to apologize, maybe Yuugi would think about forgiving them. Maybe. So Yami followed Honda's suggestion, and totally grossed Ame out.
"Ergh! Go, Yumi! Just go!"
Yami chuckled once he got out into the hallway again. "So where'd you get your leads, Jou?" he asked.
"Well, dad sometimes, once a week or so, goes to dis bar after work wit his work buddies, an' he said some short kid wit crazy tricolor-haired worked dere. I knew he meant Yuug', so den I asked when da kid worked. He said Mondays, an' Wednesdays, an' Fridays. So I bet Yuug's workin' dere now! Dad said dey go dere exactly when it opens, and he's dere, so once we get dere, we're sure to see Yuug'."
"Well done, Jou!" Yami cheered.
"Why is Yuugi working at a bar?" Malik asked.
Yami shrugged. "When does the bar open?" he asked.
"Four sharp."
"Ah, okay. We have an hour, then."
"We can think of ways to tell Yuugi we're sorry and we want his forgiveness," Anzu suggested.
/ - With Yuugi - /
"I know I live here and all, but this is still one BIG-ASS mansion." Marik leaned against the little speakers built into the wall at the side of the gate.
Bakura laughed at Marik's comment. "What do you expect? It's Seto we're talking about. Actually, I don't see what's so hard about his job. I bet I could do it if I tried…"
Yuugi scoffed. "Yeah, sure. Knowing you, you'd manufacture the Duel Discs to stab the loser an additional ten times."
"Don't be stupid," Bakura retorted as Marik howled with laughter.
"Yeah, Yuugi," Marik agreed. "It'll be programmed to stab twenty times, emit a fatal poison, and shoot the dead person's rotting carcass."
Bakura rolled his eyes. "I want the job done right. Not by some freakish holographic machine. I might as well attach a locater to the Duel Disc. That way, when the loser loses, I would come in my personal jet and kill them myself!"
"Yeah," Marik mused. "But you'd have to overthrow Seto first."
"I've already thought that part up. Right at this moment, mind you, but thought it up all the same. I would mutilate his guards to the extent of paralyzation, then burst into his office with my good ole' AK 47 and demand his job. Then, with me as CEO of Kaiba Corp, I would rename it Bakura Rocks And Always Will, and make you two my right and left hand men. But of course, computers all blow up in my wake- it's a curse, I tell you- so I'd keep Seto in the basement and order him to make all the technology. And after that, it's world domination time! I would slaughter all the government officials, and beam for the aliens to come-"
"I'd appreciate not to lean on the speaker button and talk about slaughtering loser duelists and taking over my company/the entire world when Mokuba's right beside me," came Seto's digitalized voice from the speaker Marik was semi-leaning on.
Marik jumped and looked around wildly. He had been leaning on the speaker button. "Uh…" He grinned as sheepishly as a sadistic yami could and waved at the little holes in the speakers. "Hi Seto! Hi Mokuba!"
Yuugi sweatdropped. "They can't see you from there, you know?"
Bakura, however, was looking over his shoulder in paranoia. "Heh heh…did'ja hear any of that, Setty-Set-chan?"
"Yes, and don't call me that," Seto replied. "Exactly how were you going to force me into making computer systems in the basement?"
Bakura shrugged. "Marik's Millennium Rod?"
"Uh…Bakura…""Yep, Short Stuff?"
"Do you REALLY believe in aliens…?""I'm telling you! They're real! Where do you think jello comes from, eh? Mortals? Never in your lifetime! Only the green Martians can gather together the sweet, green ingredients to create the jella-licious tastes of jello…" Bakura licked his lips.
"There's cherry jello too, ya know," Yuugi commented.
"Cherry? What the hell?"
"Nevermind…" O-O
Marik, however, was still waving at the little holes in the speakers.
"Come on in, guys," Mokuba said cheerfully. "We got something to show you."
The gates of the Kaiba mansion opened up, letting the three enter.
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"Go put your books up in your rooms first," Seto ordered, pointed to the staircase. "I am not going to buy you another set when you lose them here again."
"It's not our fault," Bakura said shrugging. "If you didn't have one hell of a big-ass house, we wouldn't lose our books every so often…"
"Don't swear," Seto scolded. "Mokuba's here."
Yuugi rolled his eyes. "No matter how many times you say that, you know they'll keep swearing."
Seto shrugged. "It's what a good big brother does."
They were interrupted when Marik and Bakura started yelling from the top of the stairs.
"You ass!" Marik sassed. "You nearly tripped me!"
"Well ex-cu-USE me, you no-good bastard! Maybe I wouldn't trip you if you didn't-"
"Ahem…" Seto cleared his throat.
"Oh right…short stuff's still here…right…" Bakura grinned down at Yuugi and the two Kaiba brothers and shoved Marik before scampering through the upstairs hallway.
"AHHHH!" Marik cried as he thudded down the steps. He loudly crashed at the bottom, a heap of crumpled Egyptian. "Aw fuck," he murmured as he untangled himself.
"Language."
"Damn."
"Language."
"Ow?"
"Better."
"Thanks for the compassion," Marik replied sarcastically, stomping back up the stairs. He grabbed his books, which were scattered everywhere on the second level of the house, and followed the path Bakura had taken before pushing Marik down the stairs.
/ - With Seto - /
Bakura and Marik dropped back down into the main room. Bakura leaped all the way from the top of the steps to the ground floor while Marik slid down the banister, hopping down on sturdy ground cleanly.
"C'mon short stuff, tall stuff," Marik chirped, using his…nicknames…for Mokuba and Seto. "What was it that you wanted to show us?"
Mokuba blanched at the name.
Yuugi chuckled. "C'mon, Moku-chan. At least he doesn't call you runt, or midget." The short duelist made a face.
"He should be stupid stuff…" Seto grumbled under his breath. He didn't like the strange names Marik and Bakura gave him. He was 'tall stuff' and 'Setty-Set-chan'. How anyone ever put up with them for more than a year, he'd never know. Nevertheless, with them, there was never a dull moment. Ever. In your entire life. Ever.
Mokuba looked up at his elder brother with wide, watery eyes. "Did onii-san just say stu-"
"No! No, I didn't! You like candy, Mokuba? I like candy. Well, no, not really, I hate candy, but- HEY LOOK! CANDY!" Seto mentally slapped himself. Note to self: swear quietly.
Mokuba grinned and helped himself to some candy, which was ironically placed on a table in the middle of the room.
Seto looked at Marik. "We've installed an extra room for you three." He pointed to a door on the far side of the room.
"How is it different from any other room in this big-ass house?" Bakura asked, walking over to the door and inspecting it. He tapped the knob and glared at it.
"Erhm…" Seto shrugged. "It just is."
"…"
Marik shoved Bakura out of the way and pushed the door open. "Heh heh heh…"
Yuugi watched from Seto's side as the two wandered into the room. He heard their excited shouts.
"Whoa! A Pharaoh dummy!"
"Whoa, look! This knife's longer than any other I've ever seen before!"
"Kill it! MUHAHAHAHAHA!"
Yuugi looked up at Seto. "You've unleashed a horrible, lovable darkness within them…"
"Yeah," Seto said, not looking down as the two yami's yells grew even louder and…more sadistic. "But you've got to love 'em…"
"Tch…never thought I'd hear the day when you'd love a guy…" Yuugi said quietly.
"Yeah…" The words registered in Seto's head. "Wait- NANI?"
Yuugi chuckled and zoomed over into the room.
Seto shook his head and…smiled…?
/ - With Yuugi - /
Yuugi sat on the couch idly, contentedly watching Bakura and Marik mutilate, maim and destroy the many Yami dummies in the room, sipping some soda. He checked his watch and cursed. "Shit. Almost late for work."
Bakura shrugged. "Why do you care? Peterman chews your head off anyway."
Yuugi shrugged back. "Need some money for spending. Gotta go."
Marik stopped his maiming of Yami. "We'll come with you. Gives me a good reason to get drunk…"
"Really?" Yuugi arched an eyebrow. "And what's that?"
"Uhm…I was tired of waiting for your shift to end, so I had a couple beers."
"Yeah…that was a good excuse…"
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"You're late, Motou," Peterman snapped when Yuugi walked into the bar at a quarter after four.
"Aw shut up…" Yuugi muttered under his breath as he walked past the manager. "Crazy American…" He strolled over to the back room and put on his…ergh…apron. He sauntered over to a booth filled with burly men and held up his notepad and pen. "Wat'cha want?"
"Uh…five super combos, one no mayo, one no lettuce, one no tomatoes, one extra cheese, one extra mayo and no cheese. Oh- and…ten beers."
Yuugi stuck out his tongue, hiding it behind his notepad as he wrote down the order. "Would you like a muck bucket with that, too…?" he asked under his breath.
"Huh?"
"Nothing. I'll be back with your order…in a few…yeah, whatever…" Yuugi walked away into the kitchen. "Hey, you, chef-guy! Five super combos, one no bird shit, one, no green stuff, one no blood slices, one extra solid spoiled milk, and one extra bird shit and no solidified spoiled milk."
The chef glared at Yuugi. "Haven't I told you to use the real code?" he snapped.
"Yeah."
The chef rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Listen. We're low on chefs today. You're gonna hafta help me prepare the food."
Yuugi sulked. "Neh… Fine. Let me just get the pigs' beers."
The chef rolled his eyes again. "And haven't I told you not to badmouth the customers?"
"Yeah."
Another eye roll.
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Yuugi dropped all ten beers onto the table. "Anything else?" he asked boredly. Then he turned away before anyone could order and walked to the table occupied by Bakura and Marik. "How about you two?"
"BEER!" they both screamed, making the tricolor-haired worker jump up a few feet.
"SHUT UP!"
"OKAY!"
"STOP YELLING, MOTOU!" Peterman yelled from behind the open bar.
"OKAY!" … O-O So Yuugi went off to get his two friends three beers each (O-O Like Marik said earlier, they have an excuse to get drunk /smile/) and returned to the kitchen.
"Okay, you," the chef said. "Help me here with the patties."
/ - With Bakura - /
Marik downed his second beer and started on his third while Bakura had just finished his third. He motioned to the American bartender, Peterman, and yelled out his order of six more beers. (O-O)
While Peterman shuffled around under the counter while Marik tossed his beer bottle at the wall. It shattered and dropped to the ground.
"Idiot…" Bakura sighed.
The door of the bar swung open, filtering sunlight into the tavern. Six shadows blocked out the light in the doorway.
"Dis place looks all dark an' dank," someone muttered. No one in the entire world would ever forget that accent.
"Aw, look on the upside, Jou!" a perky voice piped up. "As long as we're all here, it's fine, because we'll be here to help each other out!" And it was probably impossible to ever forget that annoying bitch's voice.
Peterman zoomed over to their table, plopping a tray of beers onto its surface.
"Oh look, it's the geek squad," Marik stated shortly.
"Hm…" Bakura downed both his beers in a split second, hoping to get himself wasted before he could coherently hear their questions or criticism. Yeah, it worked.
Marik took his time, but his time was really fast, so he finished right after Bakura. (O-O)
Soon, both darks were officially drunk. (Yeah, I'm getting somewhere with this, I'm not just getting them drunk for no reason…or AM I?) They banged on the table and yelled for another round. This attracted some attention.
"Bakura! Marik! What are you two doing here?" came the enraged voice of the Pharaoh.
Bakura swiveled around in his booth to face the gang. "Well, well, well…Pharaoh… Never thought I'd see you in a bar, along with the rest of us, peasants," he spat out in drunken contempt.
"Well DUUUH," Marik said loudly. "He isn't a Pharaoh no more, Baku-chan!"
Bakura made a badly aimed swipe at the platinum blonde-haired yami, instead banging his fist on the table. "Don't call me that."
"Okay, love," Marik said goofily, smiling toothily at his…love.
Bakura rolled his eyes and stood up. "C'mon bakayarou," he growled to Marik. He grabbed his hand and dragged him from the booth. "We wouldn't want to taint the ground on which the Pharaoh walks upon." He bowed woozily, mockingly nonetheless, nearly falling over. (Same Bakura, except speech-slurred and woozy)
Marik jumped up. "But Yuugi's still in the back," he said sadly. (Emotional drunk O-O)
At this, Yami flared. "Where is my aibou? I wish to talk to him."
"Talk to him?" Marik inquired. "Are you sure you don't mean push him against the wall and try to kiss him?" He and Bakura burst out laughing.
Yami's cheeks were tinged in pink as the rest of his gang looked at him. "I-I…"
"It's okay," Anzu said consolingly.
"Yeah, we understand," Honda agreed.
Yami nodded slightly and turned back to the two laughing yamis. "Well? Where is my aibou?"
A drunken conversation. Anything they say is from drunkenness, thanks to the…many…beers they had. Do not believe a word. /grins/ Carry on, then.
"I don't think he wants to talk to you," Bakura said haughtily. "After all, he's got me."
Marik pouted. "I thought you had me." (Mr. Drunk /glug glug/)
"Ew. No." Bakura made a face. "I love Yuugi. He's so cute." n-n (Keep in mind that he's intoxicated. He doesn't really know what he's saying. And YES, I'm getting somewhere with this.) "I want to huggle him until he dies of air loss!"
Yami purpled, but Bakura took no heed.
"Oooh, me too!" Marik said happily. "Wonder what he's like in the bedroom, eh, Baku-chan?"
Yami's temple throbbed angrily.
Bakura grinned, fangs bared. (I like it when he has fangs. n-n But he ain't no vamp) "You wonder- but I know." n-n
Yami gave an inaudible gasp.
"Ooooh- really?"
The two conversed as if Yami and everyone else weren't there.
"Yeah…it was real nice!" (Now his drunkenness is causing him to hallucinate… O-O)
"How nice?" Marik asked slyly.
"Really nice." n-n
"Oooh…nice…"
"I know…" (Now they're talking like hippies. X-x)
"Maybe we could…do a threesome." n-n (O-O I'm freaking out x.X)
"I like the way you think," Bakura complimented.
Yami growled. "Stop talking about that!"
Marik smiled. "I'm sorry, Pharaoh. We all know you wished to be the first one to fuck little Yuugi."
"Too bad. I win!" Bakura exclaimed cheerfully. (Mr. Hallucination…)
"I do not!" Yami yelled angrily, stomping his foot on the ground. (O-O…?)
"Well you practically looked like you were gonna in the hallway earlier…" Marik said.
"But he's with me," Bakura interrupted disdainfully.
"Hn…" Marik mused. "All this talk about little Yuugi makes me want to fuck him now." He grinned cheekily. (O-O Sorry, chaps. But I really need a reason for the Yami's part…well, you'll see…)
"Good idea, Marik," Bakura agreed. He woozily grabbed Marik by the arm and made movement to walk over to the door that led to the back.
But Yami would obviously take none of this. "You will not speak of my aibou like that!" he bellowed.
/ - With Yami - /
The dark Pharaoh got into his stance, holding out his palm at the two yamis before him. He leveled his legs, about a foot apart, as the Eye of Ra glowed upon his forehead, blowing his golden bolts out of the way. "MIND CRUSH!" Yami roared, forgetting all his boundaries. The anger flooded through his veins, red blotting his vision, blinding him from rational thought. (Yeah, lame, I know. -.-)
The world stopped. The attack sliced through the air, a lone beam of black and purple flickering energy, spiraling at Bakura and Marik. They did nothing but stand there, dumbfounded and grinning stupidly. This confused the enraged Pharaoh.
The ray of dark energy hit both at the same time and they glowed a blackish-purple aura. A white trickle of light shimmered from the tops of their heads, disappearing into the heavens. (Hah! You would think people obsessed with world domination would go to hell, but they're going to heaven! YAH!) The blackish-purple glow dissipated. The two darks crumpled, Crushed before they even hit the ground. (BAM! I just killed j00 guys off the fic…)
CRASH
Yami looked up from the two Crushed bodies. There was Yuugi, standing in a doorway a few yards away. Before him were two fallen trays. Five burgers were scattered at his feet, their insides all over the floor, and spilt sodas were collected in a bubbling puddle, soaking the food. "Marik!" he screamed loudly. "Bakura! Don't you guys die on me, damn it!"
He kicked the food out of his way and ran to the immobile bodies of his comrades. Falling to his knees, he grabbed Marik by one of his golden necklaces and held him up so that their faces were barely inches apart. "Marik! NO! MARIK!" He dropped the platinum blonde-haired dark and moved over to Bakura. He pulled him up by the scruff of his shirt and yelled in his face. "Damn it! Wake up, you ass!"
He dropped his albino friend and hunched over. Yami couldn't see his hikari's face, but he could tell Yuugi was crying by the way his shoulders trembled.
"Yuug'…" Jou whispered, taking a few steps forward. He slowly placed a calming hand on Yuugi's wavering shoulder.
Flash
Yuugi turned, quick as light, and grabbed the blonde's hand. A silver blade slashed at the fabric of Jou's school uniform, right at the joint of his elbow.
"Any one of you touch me again," he growled, dried tearstains streaking his porcelain cheeks, "and I'll aim for your wrists." (Oh yeah! He's got the moves!) He dropped Jou's arm and unsteadily stood up, glaring at each one of them in turn.
"Yuugi-" Yami started.
"Shut UP!" Yuugi snarled. "I told you once I didn't need you. And yet you still tried. And now look what you've done. You've killed them. Just leave me the fuck alone, Pharaoh."
He shuffled away from the group of gaping teens, out through the doorway he came in through, and out of sight.
"What have I done?" Yami cried out in anguish. The others moved forward (except for Jou- he moved back) to comfort him, but stopped when they heard yelling.
"You just dropped two trays of food all over the floor, Motou! Go clean it up and make more!"
"Hell no."
"Don't you give me that attitude. I shall deduct from your payroll."
"Do whatever the hell you want. I goddamn QUIT."
"FINE! I never liked you anyway."
There was the sound of a door shutting close. Then there was more yelling, but this time it was muffled.
"Seto…SETO, PICK UP YOUR RA-DAMNED PHONE! Ugh- finally. Listen, I need you to-"
Then Yuugi's yelling died down. There was only the deadly silence. Even the burly men in their booth were silent. Only deadly silence.
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Killah: I know this is supposed to be drama-y and angsty, but I wasn't feeling very dark, so I put yelling and kleptomaniac-ness in the middle, like in front of the Kaiba mansion, IN the Kaiba mansion, and at the beginning of Yuugi's shift. And the word big-ass just stuck to me…
Marik: BIG-ASS MANSION! MUHAHAHAHAHA!
Yami: Hey- you're supposed to be Mind Crushed!
Yuugi: … /wails and starts crying/ YOU MIND CRUSHED MY BESTEST BUDDIES IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD, YOU ASS!
Yami: Aibou…?
Yuugi: GET AWAY FROM ME! ARRGHHH!
Bakura: HAHAHA! Stupid Pharaoh. You're hikari hates you!
Yami: You're supposed to be Crushed, too. /is put out/
Yuugi: . /whacks him/
Yami: I didn't WANT to. Stupid Killah made me!
Killah: Sure, blame the author… O-O
Yes, Marik and Bakura are truly Crushed. They didn't dodge it or anything. X-X
Why Marik and Bakura are housing with Seto and Mokuba will be explained in the epilogue. I think the epilogue is the chapter after the one after this. Did that make sense? O-O
I see Mind Crush not as a flash and then the mind is crushed. I see it as like…a black and purple electrical attack that hits you, and then you're crushed. So…yeah.
Yeah, I made Yami over, over, over, overreact and Mind Crush them over their drunken conversation. T-T Sorry, Baku-chan! Sorry Mariku! These are the character deaths I mentioned in the summary (summary now changed to take out CHARACTER DEATHS LATER ON). But do they really count as deaths? O-o They were mind crushed, not murdered… Let me think about this for a while… /ponders for a year and three months/
4,006 words! My longest EVER! Wh00t wh00t! It would have been longer if I hadn't stopped…
REVIEW! MUHAHAHAHAHA! Don't make me go all psycho on you. -.-