Everyone's Anti-Valentine
It's okay. n-n As long as you review. O-O /giggles maniacally/ Reviews…so precious…MINE…! It's a real pirdy song, ne? Here's the chapter! It's funny that the first chapter of the sequel is already finished…before this chapter's even posted… Let me just upload this one, and the sequel's up in like…five or ten minutes. Or a day… /cough/ It depends on the reviews. /sniffs along with you/ Yes, the sound of fist again Yami's flesh is just too…as you said, beautiful.
I-Shave-Clowns
Ooohh…right, megaphone. Thanks! Those things are scary, though. When you play a CD in the mouthpiece, it sounds like crap… It's all…yeah; it makes the song sound moronic and high-pitched-y, and static-y. Thanks for reviewing! He's the next chapter.
NubianQueen413
/is like, YAY, and catches the popcorn/ Mmm…popcorn thrown out of distaste… Yum. n-n /nods encouragingly/ Good job! Keep up the Yami-bashing frenzy! XJ The Anzu-ness gets to everyone… /le gasp/ You hear voices too? Mine tell me to play with the green lighter we use for the 4th of July. n-n Unfortunately, it's out of fuel. /sigh/ Anywhais- thanks for voting!
Insane-panda
Yeah, they seem to be everyone's favorite bishies now. X-x It must be because I killed 'em off the fic. XP Thanks for the review! . /huggles/
Darkmistressofyaoi
XP Yuugi shall befriend them, then! I'll take your suggestion and raise you this chapter. O-o Poker moment, excuse me. /sulks in a corner for a few minutes/ Okay- I'm back. You're bishies are- voila! . /opens up a box/ . /box is…empty/ …you're bishes are not coming. XP
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/giggle/ It's okay, my …-buddy! n-n Okay then, now I know how to write out how to click-er-ma-jig a gun. Aw'right- thanks for voting! . /huggles/ Here's the chapter!
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Holy crap, that's one long review. Okay, sorry…moving on. Thank you for the constructive criticism; I appreciate it if I want to continue this fic with some people's liking. I will certainly add the warnings of OOC-ness (I had it in the first two or three chapters, I guess I stopped) and senseless bashing. There is no actually kleptoship pairing, but I suppose there are hints, unseen by my own eye. I know the characters in my story don't necessarily see eye-to-eye with their anime counterparts, and I'm sorry for that. My story will never happen in reality, and…yes… I will try to get the characters more into character, with remorse and such in the sequel, but this chapter's already written out on paper in its OOC-ness. Again, thank you for the criticism and suggestions on how to improve the story.
DreamCherry66
I did? 0-0? Ohhh...then I must have forgotten… /shifty eyes/ They kinda ruin the moments and all, but I can't resist blabbing… /giggle/ I don't think I'll ever stop. O-o It's a serious problem… /le gaspioges/ XP Well, my ego needed a little inflating after I sucked at volleyball practice- so yes! THANK J00! . /chuckle/ Oh- yeah, I've got back up on Word. If my story ever gets deleted (/screams in agony and pain and all that other crap/), then I'll just upload everything again. But I'll never…be…the…SAME! . /all dramatic like in a bad soap opera/ I just hope this story'll never be deleted. /sigh/ This is the most reviews I've ever gotten, even though it's just a minute amount, compared to other people. /giggle/ Sorry to laugh…but ninny is a funny word. XP
Slave Of Darkness
Yeah, I heard it once, and I already loved it after the first verse! I especially made the scene fit in with the song so I could add it in. Y'know, with the night-after-the-bar thing, the Yami-saying-something-superior-when-he-really-wanted-to-say-sorry thing, and the…not-wanting-Yuugi-to-go thing. Yeah, Yuugi-boi learns from the masters!
Bakura: That's me! n-n /snaps fingers and summons some sheep/
Yeah… /sigh/ I had Moku-chan at gunpoint. /giggle/ And where everyone stared at him 'cause he had all that blood everywhere. XP Yeah- totally, I've done it. Probably more than you. HAH! I beat j00! BWUHAHAHAHA! . /cough/ And my family thinks I'm crazy when I laugh AND cry when on the computer. X-x Then they come over and try to read what I'm reading… Hn…I should keep my diabolical plans that are pointed towards MYSELF to me and my muses…strictly prohibited to the reviewers who can easily use them against me if I don't update… /shudders/
Warning: I am a humungous idiot! n-n Fun, eh? So much OOC-ness, you'd think this were and AU. n-n Ooooh- and Yami and his gang's senseless bashings! I've stopped the swearing, so it's just lower than mild, I suppose. AND EBIL-BISHY-WORSHIPPING. BWUHAHAHAHA!
/ - Memoir 2, the Yuuginator - /
Yuugi's boots sunk into the golden sand of the island as he stared avidly at the horizon line. Tints of gold and ginger painted the skies, reflected, and bounced off the ocean's rushing waves as the sun peeked out its glowing head.
"I-I guess the world's saved from the forces of evil again, Yami," Yuugi spoke, tittering weakly.
"Yes, Aibou," Yami agreed, placing a transparent hand on his hikari's shoulder.
Yuugi beamed as an unseen warmth radiated into his system, tingling his skin.
"Yuugi." Yami placed both hands on Yuugi's shoulders and bore his crimson lanterns into Yuugi's amethyst orbs. "I want to thank you for what you did for be in the Valley of—"
"Think nothing of it," Yuugi interrupted promptly.
"But I can't! After I ignored you in that duel with Raphael, and your soul was sacrificed to the Great Beast, I realized that you were the greatest thing in my life. I couldn't bear to lose you. I went reckless and wild without you. When I saw you at the Valley, I was extatic. Then we dueled…and I lost you again…"
"But Yami, you were supposed to beat me. I represented the darkness in your heart. In order to move on, you had to destroy the darkness."
"Which is why I want to thank you. Without you, I would have still been plagued with the darkness. And I'm sorry. I'm so, very sorry for ignoring you in that duel with Raphael. I should have believed in the Heart of the Cards instead of sinking low enough to play the Seal of Orichalcos. Will you forgive me?"
Yuugi looked up at the spirit incredulously. Did he really think Yuugi would be one to harbor a grudge against him? "Of course I will, Yami."
"Thank you, Aibou." Yuugi gasped in surprise when Yami pulled him into a tight embrace. The spirit buried his face into Yuugi's crown of black and ruby spikes. There was a sudden flash of vibrant, golden light. It engulfed Yami's entire body and grew brighter until Yuugi had to shut his eyes from the intensity. Then, the light began to diminish.
Instead of warmth pressed against Yuugi's body, there was weight. The shorter duelist staggered back in surprise, causing Yami to lose his balance and fall…on his hikari.
"Aishiteru, Aibou," Yami mumbled into Yuugi's hair.
"Th-thank you, Yami." Did he hurt his Yami's feelings by not returning the gesture of love? He loved his dark- like a brother. It was no deeper than that. (Aw- were you yaoi lovers waiting for some hot money love? XP)
Yami didn't seem to mind. He just buried his nose deeper into Yuugi's spikes.
Suddenly, there was a huge gust of wind, and a loud, chopping noise in the air. Sand blew everywhere, creating strangely shaped sand dunes that were then blown away again by the intensifying gust. When the heavy winds subsided, the two tricolor-haired figures were completely buried in sand.
Yuugi coughed and shoved the clinging dark off his form. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair to get rid of any extra sand. Standing up, he brushed himself off and looked down at Yami.
The said sprit-turned-human was on his side, fast asleep, and trying to hug sand.
Yuugi chuckled and was about to nudge the older teen awake when arms suddenly wrapped around his neck. The violet-eyed teen gasped out in surprise and fell forward on his stomach.
"Darling! Are you all right?"
"Hallo, Rebecca," Yuugi said, giggling dizzily as the younger blonde hastily scrambled off her 'darling.'
"Don't you use that tone with me, Yuugi Mutou! Your soul was locked away for who-knows-how-long and that's all you can say? Are you all right? Any brain damage? What's my name? How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Shhhh." Yuugi placed both hands on her shoulders. "Yes, yes, no, Rebecca, and four."
"Oh darling! You're all right!" Rebecca glomped the tricolor-haired duelist.
Yuugi's face turned beet red. …Especially when the entire gang came into his view.
"Nya-nya!" Otogi catcalled good-naturedly.
"Oh shut up, dice boy," Rebecca snapped, letting go of Yuugi and glaring at Otogi. "I'd like to see your koi!"
Yuugi smiled apologetically and shrugged weakly from behind Rebecca's back to Anzu, who was fuming silently.
"You're half his age, little girl," Otogi taunted.
"Oh yeah? Well I can still pack a punch, dice boy!"
"Um…guys…?"
"Shh, Yuug'," Jou said soothingly. "I wanna see where dis goes."
"I can see the headlines now," Honda said. "'Little Girl Beats Up Maker of DDM!'"
"…" Yuugi chuckled.
"Boo!" Someone discreetly pounced at him from behind, placing their arms around his neck. No one else seemed to notice.
"Can't…breathe…"
"Oops." The person let go.
"Guys?" Everyone looked in Yuugi's direction and Rebecca and Otogi ended their little quarrel. "Look at Yami!"
The said dark jumped out from behind Yuugi's form, giggling.
"…" Yuugi sweatdropped. "I guess he's a bit hyper for some reason…"
Everyone gasped.
"He's-"
"You're-"
"How-"
"Whoa. Is it just me, or am I seeing double?" Oh, that's right… Otogi didn't know about the Sennen Items, the yamis, or anything else.
Anzu, Jou, and Honda exchanged wary looks. They then blasted into a carefully worded explanation. Rebecca and Otogi listened with looks of awe on their faces. (I'm really just going by the American dubbed version, you know, but using Japanese names and terms. XC Duke didn't know about anything, really, and Rebecca knew about Yami, the Puzzle, and the origin of Duel Monsters from Prof. Hawkins. Anzu, Jou, and Honda are explaining EVERYTHING- Duelist Kingdom, Shadi, etc. /sigh/ My first author's note and it's not even me acting stupid. /sigh/)
As the three explained, Yami hugged Yuugi again. "I'll never lose you. I'll never ever let you go. I'll never ignore you, or your opinions, and I'll make sure you're always safe all I time. I promise, Yuugi."
"I know you will, Yami."
.x: End Flashback :x.
A bitter snort escapes from my nose. How naïve I was back then. I actually believed and trusted that filth who served the purpose of my darkness. Wasn't I an idiot? But I was set straight…eventually.
The night right after my dark's big event, after he'd calmed and sobered up, I learned of the true intentions of my 'friends' comradeship. They had apparently stayed my friends because I was the oh-so-great pharaoh's vessel, an insignificant shadow brooding behind his glorious greatness. And there I was, all that time, encouraging Anzu's friendship speeches and actually believing that when they stood up for me, it was because they cared about me. But they just wanted the body the real Yuugiou inhabited to be safe, it seems.
I wave away a flight attendant and try to place my bags up into the overhead compartments. Guess who feels like a really short, weak idiot? I can't even reach the Ra-damned luggage rack.
I mutter a short 'arigatou' to the attendant I had earlier shooed away when she takes the bag from me. She smiles in what she apparently thinks is a calm and gracious way, placing the knapsack I had received from Seto up into the luggage rack. She's laughing at me, isn't she? …Probably wondering what a ten-year-old is doing all alone on a flight to California…
I take an aisle seat and vaguely even hear the safety precautions and my thoughts again drift back to life.
How had it all ended up like this? Why is it that I'm running from my home? Why is it that I can't even confront the other part of my soul after what he'd done? Not just the annihilation of my friends' souls- the alienation from the people I loved and trusted. Why is it that I was the one who received this kind of treatment? Am I that wimpy? Weak? Worthless? (Whoa- those all start with 'w'. That is seriously crazy. O-o I think I ruined the moment again…) Well that's all going to end. (Yup, it's affirmed: Killah-baka has ruined the moment. X-x)
I shake my head of all thoughts as the flight seemed to begin its aerial gradient. Everyone is talking in loud, casual voices, without a care in the world. An occasional stressed-out voice, talking through a black cell phone about charts, data, and all of those other business things, but that's it. A movie had started, maybe a minute or five earlier, but I pay it no heed.
My eyes slowly begin to drop, and darkness surrounds me. Something about planes always gets to me, I don't know why…
.x: Flashback :x.
"Welly welly welly well… What are you doing here after school, Mutou?"
Yuugi scowled. It was just like the stupid oaf to ask questions at the worst possible time. "I have business to attend to with Hibiki (Heh heh… It's a Ranma ½ name- yay). Now if you'll excuse me, I'd really like to get going."
"Speaking of a teacher so casually, are we? Well we'll just have to correct that." A smirk played on the hall monitor's lips, a look that suited him, albeit making him look even more gorilla-like. "No Katsuya Jounouchi or Hiroto Honda to protect you. Now that I think of it, I never got my 200,000 yen…" (He just can't let that go, can he? O-o)
Yuugi rolled his eyes, scowl easily sliding off his features. "That was- what?- one or two years ago. Let it go, Ushio. Besides, even if you were stupid enough to come at me and beat me into submission like you did before, I swear it won't be like that this time. You no longer daunt me."
Ushio looked down at him in confusion before the stupid-looking feature slid off his face. "You don't have your precious Yami to protect you," he reminded, waggling his eyebrows. (Yeah, whatever. Everyone in the school knows about Yami (since he's a sophomore, after all…), so…whatever.)
Yuugi glowered at Ushio, eyes hardened and lips curled malevolently. "I don't need him," he spit out vituperatively, hair possibly spiking up along with the force of his voice.
"Of course you do, Mutou," Ushio said easily, waving around a large hand. He himself saw how much this subject plucked Yuugi's nerve, and used that to his advantage. "You need anyone who'll help you. After all, you are a weak, worthless runt." He smirked.
Yuugi continued to glare up at Ushio, the hate that had been bottled up for days, building up in his gut. Weak…worthless…runt… "I am not a runt, you damn idiot," he snapped brusquely, taking a step forward. "Now if you don't shut up and leave me on my way, I swear I will make you."
Ushio cracked into an amused smile. "You? Make me? Honestly, Mutou, you've gotten even stranger than the last time we met. You and I both know you can't take me on. You're nothing but a nuisance to earth itself. I mean, what can you do? I bet you can't even reach the top of the refrigerator."
Yuugi gave out a low growl. "I said to get out of my way, Ushio." I'm not short. I'm perfectly fine. I'm not weak. Even though I can't really reach the cabinet…
"Give me my 200,000 yen," Ushio said simply. "Then you can pass."
"I'd rather give you what you deserve," Yuugi sneered. He plunged his hand into his pocket and pulled out his wand. (xPP I had Harry Potter on the brain. Sorry. XPP Let me redo that sentence…) He plunged his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small-sized dagger with engraved vines slithering their way around its golden hilt. "Now move."
Ushio's eyes widened in surprise before narrowing. He pulled out his own knife and flashed it before his face. "Remember this?" He stuck out his tongue to complete the old image that once plagued Yuugi's worries one or two years ago.
If anyone were to see this certain scene at the time, they would see two high schoolers a few feet apart in amateur battle stances of sorts, with knives in their hands, pointed threateningly at each other.
"You won't hit me," Ushio said smugly, brandishing his knife threateningly. "You don't have the gut to, Mutou. After all, kids shouldn't play with-" He was silenced when Yuugi's blade came soaring through the air in a downward motion, embedding itself into his shoe. Fortunately, it only reached the toe of his boot, about a centimeter from where his toes wiggled. (O-O) "Fuck!"
A feral smirk played across Yuugi's pink lips. "I don't have the gut, Ushio?" He revealed another dagger, this one engraved with a pillar. "I believe I do. The question is: Are you willing to stick around to find out?" He tossed the dagger skillfully, delicately plucking it out of the air and tracing the blade of the knife with his index finger. "Now move, Ushio." He pointed to the sidewalk road behind Ushio, eyes flickering as a small sliver of crimson of blood trickled down his palm and to his wrist.
Ushio eyed and glowered at Yuugi one last time before ripping the knife from his shoe, tossing it at the shorter teen's feet, and stomping off.
Yuugi smirked, a dark satisfaction radiating from his flickering amethysts. He popped both daggers into the back pockets of his school uniform, air of innocence redecorating his features, before taking a left at Ushio's former path to Hibiki's office.
Along the way, he spotted two tall sophomores from his homeroom class, each leaning on a support beam on either side of the path. The first had palely pigmented hair that cascaded down his broad shoulders, spiking at the top to form a pair of rather pointed rabbit ears, and within the folds of his hair were strands of soft lavender. He had fairly pale skin that accentuated his slanted, blood red eyes.
The second, aside from his homicidal-looking scarlet eyes, was the complete opposite. He had spiked, gravity-defying hair (slightly similar to Yuugi's) the color of pale, golden sand. Black kohl lines his feral eyes, bringing out the psychotic gleam and enhancing the deep bronze skin of the Egyptian.
Yuugi froze once his eyes locked with Yami no Bakura's. Sure, he could take on Ushio, the well-built bastard who had taunted him for far too long, but Bakura and Marik were another thing. First of all, Ushio was human- and had some humane in him. Second of all, Bakura and Marik probably had more weapons on them than the U.S. Navy and Secret Service combined. Third of all, Yuugi had a newfound courage, sense of defiance, and bottled hatred towards Yami and his ex-friends…not a death wish.
Yuugi stood there, looking back and forth between the two darks for a good minute before Marik spoke.
"We're not going to jump you when you pass, you know," the blonde stated, his tone cool and neutral. "We're only after the Ra damned pharaoh, and contrary to prior belief, we don't kill for our of personal enjoinment."
Yuugi eyed Marik with cautious apprehension. "How about torture? Do you torture for your personal enjoyment?"
"Occasionally…" Bakura shrugged nonchalantly, though failing to stifle the not-quite-sane grin and the 'I-like-torture' expression on his face.
"Um…well…carry on with your…loitering…" He hurried off a little too quickly, mentally scolding himself for showing his former weakness. If he wanted to prove his worth, he'd have to buckle down and show no weakness at all.
As Yuugi rounded the corner, he vaguely heard Bakura's proverbial voice.
"If he had rotated his wrist a bit to the left, he could have pinned the bottom of Ushio's right leg hole into the cement."
"Yes," Marik agreed, "but he'd need some force in his downward spiraling. Otherwise, he's pretty good- for a hikari."
x: End Flashback :x.
(Flashback summary: Yuugi currently hates Yami and co. and shows this off with a cold defiance towards Ushio, wishing to show no weakness at all. Bakura and Marik take a sudden interest in Yuugi (not that way, silly xP ...though I hope somewhere out there in an alternate universe is another me writing a yaoi story like this /drools/) and his skill with a blade.)
.x: Flashback Slideshow :x.
Yuugi is shown in a room with Marik and Bakura. Both darks have long dirks in their grips while Yuugi has his pair of engraved daggers. It seems as if they're teaching him how to properly use them (as if he didn't already).
Next up, Bakura is bound to a chair, his hands tied behind his back, with Marik laughing his ass off and brandishing a bottle of neon green hair dye at him. Yuugi is staring apprehensively at Marik's less-than-sane behavior and Bakura's homicidal threats. He then breaks into a smile and joins the…'frenzy.' Looks like he's beginning to fit in.
Soon, Yuugi is shown spending more and more time with the two darks. He's absorbed some of their murderous traits, and dropped the whole leather infatuation. Instead, he stuck with plain, baggy, black sweats. He soon finds out that both Bakura and Marik live at the Kaiba Estate (for reasons unexplained to him, though Mokuba and Seto acted sort of grateful for the first few weeks or so) and even befriends the dueling dragon and his little brother.
Lastly, for about a minute, the slideshow of memories ends, instead to be replaced by photo snap shots. Bakura and Marik are teaching Yuugi how to control his Shadow Magic. Seto is hiding behind the couch, uncharacteristically giggling, holding a bottle of pink dye, while Yuugi and Mokuba run around the mansion looking for a mirror.
.x: End Slideshow :x.
(Undo the memoir, 'cause he's asleep and can't narrate. xPP) All in all, Yuugi's dreams (or subconscious memories, whatever) were quite pleasant. A smile graced his lips and he snuggled further into the cushioned seat.
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Killah: The end! . /cackles/ It was awesome while it lasted. n-n
Yami: . /sighs in relief/ Yeessss… About time this stupid thing ended.
Killah: HAH! It's not over yet! WATCH OUT FOR THE SEQUEL! . /spits at Yami's feet/
3,608 words. Sorry if this chapter seems sort of rushed. I finished it at 11:45 p.m. on my birthday, so I could upload it before 12:00 a.m. YAY! I had fun. We went to Knott's with my friends. XPP I got wet. I'll stop talking now… /slinks away/
Review for a birthday present? Virtual funnel cake for everyone! X3 And the more reviews I get, the faster I'll post the sequel. /wink/
THIS CHAPTER HAD BEEN EDITED ON NOVEMBER 19, 2005, 9:17 A.M. DUE TO THE CHANGE IN SEQUEL PLOT- NOTHING DARASTIC TO YOU EARLY READERS, JUST DELETION OF THE MYSTERIOUS POV, FOR NOW THAT THE SEQUEL HAS A DIFFERENT PLOT, THE POV HAS NO POINT. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS ANNOUNCEMENT. BUH-BYE NOW. Please also note the word count has decreased, so the number of words above is inaccurate.
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Okay… THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED AGAIN ON DECEMBER 4, 2004, 1:01 P.M BECAUSE THE SHADOW GUY'S POV HAS BEEN DELETED. SCREW HIM, HE'S GONE. BUH-BYE NOW.
I wonder if anyone knew who he was? To those who had read it, and didn't know, it was Marik. n.n Wait, no- don't screw him, I lurves Marik!. /huggles/