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Previously on Marik's Boring Day...George the imaginary friend suffered a blow to the head, but looked like he'd make a full recovery, according to the imaginary doctors at the imaginary hospital for imaginary friends. But that's another story...
On with the Madness!
---Chapter 2: Watch out for low-flying PS2s...---
"Come on, we gotta find Kaiba!" shouted Jonouchi brushing long bangs from his eyes. He had to find Kaiba. If he didn't, who would insult him and utterly destroy his self confidence?
Striding up to his hikari's taller friend, Yami pointed out, "But Jonouchi, he could be anywhere in Domino by now."
"Yeah," added Yugi when he had finally caught up to them, cursing his short legs. "It's an awfully big city...For a city named after a game..."
"So?!" The two Yugis looked up at their friend's outburst and meekly stopped talking when they saw the fire in his eyes. "The pizza place Domino's is big too, but I can still find the bathroom when I set my mind to it!" Jonouchi said, raising his fist as if in victory. Yami and Yugi sweatdropped. "Anyway," continued the blond, "we'll find him!We just have to look hard, that's all!"
However, several hours later our protagonists weren't as enthusiastic as they had previously been...
"We...just...have...to...keep...looking..." Jonouchi managed to gasp out right before he fell to the ground in exhaustion.
"Ugh," said Yugi, who was leaning on Yami's arm. "Maybe we should just give up."
Getting up, Jonouchi glared at his shorter friend. "No," he said, the fire once again kindling in his eyes. "Kaiba needs our help!" With that, he started calling out the CEO's name. "Kaiba? Kaiba?! KAIBA!!!"
Yami, who had been standing quietly through this little ordeal that he had no wish to be apart of in the first place, decided that it was his turn to speak. "Jonouchi," he said quietly and slowly so the blond wouldn't miss a word. "Kaiba's a mindslave. He's not going to answer you unless Marik wills it."
"So now he's a mindslave?" Yugi asked, looking at his yami confused. "Jou said he was just unconscious."
"Trust me. I know these things. He's a mindslave."
Yugi glared up at his other self, an interesting sight on one so seemingly innocent as he. "You just want to sound smart," he accused. "You always have to be right about everything, don't you?"
"What? No! Shut up!" Yami matched his hikari glare for glare, an easy feat, considering he was the boy's dark half. "You don't know what you're talking about. This is Marik we're dealing with. Of course he'd make an unconscious and helpless Kaiba a mindslave. Who wouldn't?" Turning a tad redder under Yugi's shocked gaze, he continued. "Anyway, what do you know about being smart? You're just a midjet who can't duel. Every time someone challenges you, it's," at this point, Yami made his voice sound high-pitched and squeaky in a bad imitation of his hikari, "Yami, beat this guy for me', or Hurry up and beat this guy!' I'm sick of it. I get no respect man. None at all."
All through Yami's angry tirade, Yugi listened patiently, quietly nodding every once in a while. "Uh, Yami?" he asked, once the spirit of the Puzzle was finished ranting.
"What?" the spirit snapped back angrily.
"You can stop talking in that annoying squeaky voice now."
"Huh?" The former Pharaoh had no idea what Yugi was talking about. But when he opened his mouth, he realized he was indeed still using the annoying squeaky voice. "Oh." He adjusted his voice back to normal. "Sorry about that."
His hikari stood before him, eyes even wider than usual, innocence radiating from their violet depths. "No, Yami. I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm afraid, Yami. Afraid that if I ever duel alone, I'll lose and be exposed as the fraud that I really am. Oh, Yami! I just wish that I could be more confident and brave...Like you..."
Looking into the eyes of one so pure and utterly adorable, who could resist? Yami never stood a chance. "Yugi..." he whispered softly, savoring the name as if it were sweet on his tongue. His knees shook slightly as he took a hesitant step closer to the boy, a soft smile gracing his lips.
"Yami." Resistance wasn't an option for the boy. Faced down by the slim Pharaoh, Yugi found it impossible to oppose the allure of the dark spirit. Nervously licking his lips, he stepped forward, eyes never leaving the crimson irises of his yami's. He gave a shaky smile back, wondering – anticipating – the actions that would undoubtedly soon follow...
"KAIBA!" Jonouchi screamed suddenly, breaking both Yugi and Yami out of their trance. (AN: HA! Betcha thought that'd be a Yugi/Yami fluff scene, didn't you? HA! Fooled you! HA!)
"Jonouchi," Yami growled out irritably, tearing his eyes from Yugi's. "We've been over this! He's not going to answer you!"
Shaking his head frantically, Jonouchi practically yelled, "No! I see him! He's right over there!" Jonouchi then pointed to an ice cream parlor across the street.
The ice cream parlor was small and a bit run-down, but it still had that homey feel to it. Built in 1967, it had been dispensing frozen treats to the public with a smile for over thirty years. But that's not important.
"Ok, my mindslave," Marik said to Kaiba. "I have a dangerous mission for you. I want you to take this ten dollar bill, go into that ice cream place, get me a hot fudge sundae, and bring me back the change. Think you can handle all that?"
"Yes, master," Kaiba replied in a monotone voice.
"Excellent," Marik said, drumming his fingers together as Kaiba began walking into the ice cream parlor.
"Hey!" Jonouchi shouted from behind Marik, causing the Egyptian to jump a few feet in the air. "Leave Kaiba alone!"
Once he got over his fright, Marik only smirked and walked over to Kaiba. Draping his arms around the lean CEO possessively, he watched as fires of rage burned in the depths of the blond's brown eyes. "No," he said at length, idly resting his head on Kaiba's shoulder. "You know what they say. Finders keepers."
The rage that had been building up inside of Jonouchi ever since Kaiba had been Kaiba-napped suddenly let itself out...in the form of a bad insult. "Give him back, you pink bellyshirt wearing freak!"
Though poorly constructed, it still managed to get under the Egyptian's skin. "Um, hello?" he said hotly. "It's lavender. Lavender!"
"I don't care!" Jonouchi shouted. "Let Kaiba go!"
"No!" Marik shouted back, just as loud.
Meanwhile, Yugi and Yami were standing in the background making bets as to who would win.
Finally, not able to take any more, Jonouchi lashed out and grabbed the Millennium Rod, which had been hanging off of Marik's belt. "Fine!" he shouted. "Then I'll save Kaiba myself!"
"No!" Marik cried, jumping away from Kaiba. "Not my Millennium Rod! Give it back, you dog!"
"Hey! Only Kaiba's allowed to call me doggy names!" Jonouchi yelled in anger, waving the Millennium Rod around for emphasis.
Unfortunately, Kaiba's head just happened to be in Jonouchi's way. The shiny gold item collided with Kaiba's head for the second time that day, once again rendering the young CEO unconscious. It just wasn't his day...
"Kaiba!" Jonouchi shouted, rushing over to catch his fallen rival as the Millennium Rod clattered forgotten to the floor. However, it wasn't forgotten for long. Amid the chaos, Marik snuck over and retrieved his Millennium Item, sneaking away while no one was looking. Except for Yami and Yugi, but they were too busy exchanging money to bother with him. Yugi had won the bet and Yami was always sore at being beaten at anything. The whole "King of Games" title had long ago gone to his spiky head.
"Kaiba, are you ok?" Jonouchi asked softly, sinking to the ground as he cradled the unconscious duelist in his arms. "Kaiba?"
The CEO stirred, moving closer to Jonouchi and mumbling in his sleep-like state. His eyes flickered open, dazzling blue irises slowly coming into focus. He looked up at the blond, vague familiarity creeping in, soon replaced by shock and punctuated by a yell of surprise. "Jonouchi! What are you doing?!" With that, he jumped away from Jou. Shakily, he stood up with as much dignity as he could muster, which admittedly wasn't much, only to realize that he had not yet regained his balance. The always imperious Seto Kaiba fell forward-
-only to be caught by a pair of strong arms from behind. "Easy, Kaiba," Jonouchi murmured as he held the CEO from behind, arms wrapped around the brunette's lean frame. "If you can't walk, chill. Besides, it's not like I bite. Well, unless..."
He left the rest unsaid, but Kaiba could hear its completion as clearly as though it had been spoken. Well, unless you want me to... Typical tactless Wheeler. "Listen," he said, spinning around to face Jonouchi with blazing blue eyes. He pitched forward and into Jonouchi's waiting arms. Immediately, he pushed himself up, and though a bit redder in the face, still managed to look quite intimidating. "Listen," he said again, glaring all the while, "I don't need your help. Mutt."
Jonouchi only looked at him for a moment, face blank of expression. Suddenly, he threw his arms around Kaiba and buried his face in the trenchcoat covered shoulder. "You don't know how much I've missed your degrading name calling!" came his muffled reply.
Kaiba, who was more than a little confused, stood there trying to process what was happening. The mutt was...hugging...him. The only person Kaiba had ever really hugged was his little brother Mokuba. What was a confused genius to do in such a situation? Shrugging inwardly, he awkwardly hugged Jonouchi back.
Meanwhile, Yugi and Yami were still standing in the background, neither very surprised at how things had turned out.
"Had to admit, I saw it coming," Yugi said as he watched the two.
Yami, who was a bit more shocked than Yugi, stood with his mouth hanging slightly open. "Well, yeah," he said at length, "but it's still strange seeing it."
"Try reading more fanfics," his hikari replied as he took him by the arm and lead him away, Yami giving what could be called a longing glance back at the shrinking forms of Kaiba and Jonouchi.
And as all this was going on, Marik was walking quickly through the city, looking for an old friend...
"I'm going to find my best buddy Bakura," he muttered, gripping the Millennium Rod in clenched fists, as if afraid someone would once again snatch it from his possession. So busy he was guarding his shiny golden treasure, that he wasn't watching where he was going. He was brought back to reality very suddenly when he walked into an unsuspecting person.
"Hey!" admonished said person, a slight British accent noticeable in his voice. "Watch where you're going, you bellyshirt wearing freak."
"Why must everyone make fun of my shirt today?" Marik wondered aloud.
"Umm...Because no one likes it?" the person replied.
Marik thought for a moment. "Ok. I guess that makes sense." It was then that he took a good look at who he was talking to. Around Marik's age, the person had long white hair and deep brown eyes. "Hey! Wait a minute!" How had he not recognized him? The accent was a dead gaveaway! "Ryou?"
Ryou rolled his eyes. "Sheesh, it's about time you recognized me. What, did that pink bellyshirt mess up your brain? Or do you just not have one?"
Though Marik's mind could be a bit one-track at times, he could still think of a witty reply to this insult on his intelligence. "Excuse me," he said exasperatedly, "it's lavender." Ok, maybe not so witty.
"Whatever," Ryou said, clearly uninterested.
"So, have you seen Bakura?" Marik asked the white haired youth hopefully. If anyone knew where in the city the tomb robber was, it would be said tomb robber's hikari, right?
Ryou scowled, a frightening look on his fair features. "Last I saw of my useless yami, he was sitting in bed playing PS2," he spat.
Caught off guard by Ryou's spiteful attitude, Marik only said weakly, "Useless? Isn't that a little harsh?"
"You try living with that lazy bum!" he snapped back.
"Hey now," Marik said, his eyes wide, "there's no need to be snippy."
"I'll be snippy if I want to, damnit!"
"Ok," Marik muttered in shock. "Jeez, I thought you were supposed to be the cute, sweet, innocent one. It's always the quiet ones you've got to watch out for. I swear, you get more like your yami everyday."
Ryou fixed the Egyptian with a stern glare. "What was that?" he growled.
"Nothing!" Marik squeaked, fear vivid in his violet eyes. "Nothing...I...I'm just going to find Bakura now...Bye!" With that said, he turned and fled, never once looking back at the snowy haired boy.
Giggling, Ryou smiled his dazzling smile that made fangirls everywhere want to run up and glomp him. "It's fun acting like Bakura!" He then proceeded to skip away, no more scary than a fuzzy little kitten.
After bumping into a few more people and having his shirt insulted a few more times, Marik made it to Ryou's house. He ran up the stairs to Bakura's room and was almost killed.
"AH!" Marik yelled as a PS2 remote embedded itself in the wall where his head had been only seconds before.
"Ra damnit!" came an angry voice from within Bakura's room. "Why can't I win this bloody game?!"
Forgetting that he was just nearly killed by the owner of said voice, Marik waltzed into the room. "Hi, Bakura!" he said cheerfully.
"Ra damnit!" the tomb robber cursed again, holding a new remote in a vice-like grip. "Ra damnit!" He looked just like Ryou; the same untidy snowy hair, the same pale skin, the same lithe slender body. "Ra damnit!" Their eyes were what set them apart. While Ryou's eyes were wide with childlike innocence, Bakura's were cruel and cold narrow orbs of mahogany fury. "Ra damnit!!!" Though, Marik was seriously rethinking the innocent remark about Ryou because of their little run-in earlier. "RA BLOODY DAMNIT!" Bakura's especially loud curse to the Egyptian sun-god made Marik lose his train of thought. The train slipped off the track and into a deep dark abyss, the thoughts with it. Not that that was all that big of a loss for the Egyptian. (AN: I really do like Marik...It's just more fun to make fun of him! And that train thing...Happens to me all the time... -.-;)
"Wha?" Marik asked, a bit stupidly.
Bakura seemed to not have heard him. Or perhaps he was just ignoring his Millennium Rod wielding friend. "Curse you, unbeatable seventh level!" the enraged tomb robber shouted. "I'll show you what happens when inanimate objects mess with Bakura, King of Thieves!" That out of his system, the angry thief threw the PS2 out the window.
Our two anti-heroes watched the PS2 shatter the window and fly majestically through the air in a shower of sparkling glass before gravity took over and dragged it to the ground, much to the misfortune of Mr. Random Dude, who just happened to be taking his daily walk under Bakura's window. If you don't ask, I won't either...
"Ouch!" cried Random Dude as the PS2 fell from the sky and landed on his head, where it promptly shattered into many pieces. "Guess I have a hard head..." he said dazedly before falling to the ground.
"Gasp! Look what you've done!" Marik cried.
"I know!" Bakura yelled. "Quick, let's go see if anyone was hurt!" He then ran for the door, Marik following. They ran all the way down to the sidewalk to inspect the situation more closely. But when they got down there, it didn't look good...
"Oh no!' said Bakura, still yelling. "We're too late! The damage is too great! Dead! Dead!"
Random Dude sat up. "Well," he began, shakily, "actually, I'm not quite dead yet. I-I think I'll make it!"
Bakura glared at his accidental victim. "No, not you, fool. I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about the PS2!" He then pointed at the pile of plastic and wire, all that was left of the game system.
"Oh," Random Dude said, getting dizzy all of a sudden. "Well you kindly call me an ambulance?" He then passed out.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Bakura said, clearly not listening as he tried hopelessly to salvage the shattered PS2.
Marik turned to the unconscious form of Random Dude. "Hi, ambulance!" he said cheerily, clearly having misunderstood Random Dude's request.
"No!" Bakura shouted. "This is not good! This is the second PS2 I've broken this month! Ryou's gonna be so mad at me!" He trembled, afraid of his hikari's wrath. "I can just imagine it..."
The same man from the previous chapter rides in on his pony named Drumsticks. He whips out his remote control and hits the Pause button before getting off his horsie friend and pulling a tape out of his jacket. "Is there a TV with a VCR anywhere around here?" he asks nobody in particular.
"There's a random magic black box thingy that has one of those things that play those magic rectangle things that record stuff!" Marik shouted, pointing to a random TV and VCR in the middle of the road.
"Oh, thanks," the man answers before doing a double-take. "Wait!" he shouts, a hint of distress in his voice. "You're supposed to be paused!" He takes out his remote again and hits the Pause button repeatedly.
"Who in the name of Ra are you?" Bakura asked coldly.
The man gives up. "Crap. Musta run outta batteries. Now all my actions are going to be in the past tense."
"Why weren't they in the first place?" asked Marik.
He shrugged. "I have no idea."
"Who are you?!" Bakura asked again, louder this time.
"Uhhh...I'm the flashback guy. I handle all the flashbacks around here. I also do dream sequences, which is why I'm here now." He waved the tape. "This is your 'Ryou's Wrath'dream sequence."
Bakura narrowed his eyes. "I'm not asleep. Therefore, I'm not dreaming."
"Uhhh..." the flashback guy ran to the TV. "Not my problem. Just watch the damn tape." He shoved the tape in the VCR and stepped back.
A very nervous looking Bakura appeared on the TV. "Uhh...Ryou..." he began, his voice shaking. "I...umm...kinda broke another PS2...But..."
"What?!" an enraged and very scary looking Ryou shouted.
"Yeah, but I'll make it up to you!" Bakura said quickly. "I swear! I'll...I'll...Buy you a new one!"
Ryou glared at the stammering Bakura. "No," he said, in a deathly quiet voice. "No, that's it. I can't take it anymore!" He slipped the rope holding the Millennium Ring up over his head and held it before him. "I quit. I quit being your vessel-your-your hikari!" With that, he threw the Ring against the wall where it shattered into golden dust, destroying it and ensuring Bakura's demise. "Goodbye, yami," he muttered darkly as he turned away.
"NOOOO!!!!" Bakura cried as he began to disappear. "RYOU, I'M SORRY!!!!" His screams suddenly stopped and the screen turned black.
"NOOOO!!!!" Bakura cried as the flashback guy stepped over Random Dude to take the tape back. "RYOU, I'M SORRY!!!!"
Marik poked his distressed friend's shoulder. "Uh, dude? That never happened."
"Not yet," Bakura corrected him. "It will though. You don't know Ryou like I do." He shuddered.
"No, pink shirt guy's right," flashback guy interjected. "That tape was just you blowing things out of proportion. Quit overreacting."
"Shut up," Bakura growled at the same time Marik snapped, "It's lavender!"
"Whatever." Flashback guy got on his pony. "We have to be going anyway. The flaskback business is very busy. So I'll see you guys later." With his cry of "Hi Ho Drumsticks!" he rode off into the still not sunset.
Marik watched the rider's retreating form, tears forming in his eyes. "Bye!" he called, waving furiously. "I'll miss you!"
Striding over to Marik, Bakura grabbed the front of the Egyptian's lavender shirt. "You shut up too! We have more important things to deal with! Like what I'm going to do about Ryou!" He shivered again.
"Well," Marik began, prying the tomb robber's hands from his beloved shirt, "why don't you just buy him a new one and hook it up before Ryou gets back and leans about your little 'accident'?"
Bakura, now frantic, began rambling. "But to buy a PS2 I need money. To get money I need a job. People in this era don't usually hire 5,000 year old tomb robbers from ancient Egypt."
"Well you could just steal one!" Marik declared. "You are a tomb robber, remember?"
The tomb robber puffed out his chest proudly. "Yeah, and I'm the best. Nothing I can't steal. And while we're out stealing a new PS2, we can set stuff on fire! Just for the hell of it!"
So the two psychos went skipping down the street, Bakura waving his lighter and Marik waving his Millennium Rod, to begin their quest to steal a new PS2 for Ryou so he wouldn't go all angry hikari on his yami's ass. In the meantime, Yami and Yugi have stumbled upon an interesting scene...
Yami stopped and rubbed his chin, trying to describe the scene before him. At length, he settled on, "Hmmm...Interesting."
"What is it, Yami?" Yugi asked once he'd caught up to his long legged yami, once again cursing his small stature.
"A PS2 was just dropped from a second story window right here," he replied smartly.
Yugi looked up at his yami. "How d'ya figure that?"
Yami grinned down at him suavely. "Well, there are many clues that have helped me to reach this conclusion. Remember, Yugi. With a keen eye for details, one truth prevails!"
His hikari rolled his eyes. "You stole that from Case Closed."
"Ok," said Yami shiftily. "So what if I did?"
"Just shut up and show me what clues your 'keen eyes' have spotted."
"Well," Yami huffed. "Anyway, there are shattered PS2 pieces all over this random dude..."
At that precise moment, Random Dude regained consciousness and sat up. "I'm still not dead!" he shouted. Unfortunately for him, Yugi chose that instant to yawn and stretch, accidentally hitting Random Dude in the head and sending him back to his unconscious state. "Crap," he muttered before blacking out. However, neither hikari nor yami noticed.
"...and that second story window is broken," he continued, pointing to the house in front of them. "See? I'm just as good as Detective Conan."
In the process of rolling his eyes for a second time, Yugi realized something. "Hey, wait a minute," he said, voicing his thoughts. "Isn't this Ryou's house?"
"Ugh..." Random Dude mumbled in his comatose state. "Long white hair...Pink bellyshirt..."
Somewhere else in the city, for reasons he didn't understand, Marik had the sudden urge to yell out "Lavender!"
"Long white hair? Pink bellyshirt?" Again, though Yami didn't realize it, Marik fought the urge to yell "Lavender!" "I've got it!" the Pharaoh continued. "Ryou's gone insane, attacked this random dude with a PS2, and joined forces with Marik! It's a brilliant deduction!" he exclaimed, raising his fist in victory. "I'd bet the Millennium Puzzle that it's true!"
"Hey, guys," said none other than the one whose sanity was in question. Ryou just happened to be in the neighborhood. Considering that he lived in the neighborhood, it wasn't that big of a deal. "Whoa!" he said, catching sight of the 'interesting' scene. "My house! What happened here?!"
Yami's mouth fell open a bit. "You mean...you didn't do it?" he asked, disbelievingly.
Yugi giggled. "Looks like you owe me the Millennium Puzzle, Yami!"
Yami sweatdropped.
Stepping over Random Dude, Ryou tread closer to his house, wondering what had happened. As he was walking, something crunched beneath his foot. Looking down, he saw it was a piece of black plastic. Noticing other pieces of black plastic and a partially intact PS2 remote, he soon thought of a perfectly valid assumption. "Oh, he will pay," the snowy haired youth growled in a low voice, his usually innocent eyes flashing with malice. "That he will. YOU WILL PAY, BAKURA!" He grabbed Yami and Yugi. "Let's go get him!"
The white haired hikari then dragged the two spiky haired teens to aid him in his search for the two PS2 murderers.
"I'm still not dead!" Random Dude shouted as the three walked away. None of them heard him. "Where's my ambulance, damnit?!"
And meanwhile, still elsewhere in the city...
"Umm...Ok...Jonouchi?" Kaiba asked cautiously. "I get it. You missed you maybe loosen your grip a little? I'm having trouble...breathing..."
Jonouchi, who had been hugging Kaiba senseless all this time, immediately let go and glared at the brunette. "Your insults..." he growled. "I missed...your...insults...Not you!" He winced and trailed off. It sounded stupid, even to him.
Awkward silence.
Kaiba was confused again. His insults? Much as he himself hated to admit it, his insults weren't that well thought up nor clever. His insults?! When Kaiba got confused, he got angry. His right eye twitched. (AN: I hate that. My eye twitches when I get stressed and stuff...) Stupid Jonouchi. Twitch. Stupid mutt. Twitch. Stupid...Twitch. "ARGH!" He lunged for Jonouchi, the unsuspecting blond yelping as he was tackled. "Ok, mutt," he growled, pinning Jonouchi beneath him and leaning close to his face. "You want insults, you've got them, you third-rate duelist. You couldn't hold your own against a five year old. You couldn't duel your way out of a paper bag. You shame the game. Your deck doesn't even deserve the name Duel Monsters." His blue eyes glinted in mirth as he waited for Jonouchi to explode.
"Why you-!" Jonouchi grabbed the front of Kaiba's shirt and rolled them both over, catching the CEO off guard. The dazed brunette found himself staring up at the blond, who was sitting on his chest. "That's it, Kaiba," he said, raising a fist. "You're mine."
"GIVE ME BACK MY DICE!"
The two looked up in time to see Honda and Otogi running by them.
"Give me back my dice NOW, Honda!" Otogi shouted ad he ran after the dice-thief.
"No!" Honda shouted over his shoulder. "Why don't you just go off and play with your hair!"
Otogi quickly snatched his hand from a loose lock of black hair. "Leave me alone!" he shouted, as he tried to catch up to the boy named after a car company.
Jonouchi and Kaiba looked off into the distance long after Honda and Otogi had disappeared. Eventually, they were forced to look at each other, thanks to their awkward position.
"Where was I?" Jonouchi asked weakly as he let his hand fall gently to Kaiba's chest.
"I think you were just about to hit me," Kaiba replied sarcastically.
Jonouchi leaned closer. "I never said that." Closer. "If I remember correctly," their faces were mere inches apart, "I said," their lips agonizingly close, "You're mine." He snaked a hand behind Kaiba's neck and breathed one word, hot breath breezing across pale skin, making the imperious CEO shiver. "Mine."
And as the two came together, in the distance, Otogi yelled something, something that seemed to fit the mood perfectly. "GIMME MY DICE, DAMNIT!!!"
END
Oh, the cheesiness! Ack, that Seto/Jou scene was...well, cheesy. Ok, the almost Yami/Yugi one too...I've never really written a romantic type scene like that. -.-; One more thing, I don't really know how often I'll be updating. I can be really lazy/unmotivated sometimes. So don't get used to updates being this close together! Ha. Well, I suppose if I ever got a ton of reviews then I'd be more motivated...(hint hint) ; Haha, kidding. Oh well. On with the traditional end-of-chapter rhetorical questions!!!
Will Marik's plan to steal a PS2 work? Will he and Bakura even be able to steal one? Will Ryou open up a can of whoop-ass on Bakura? Will Yami get reprimanded by Conan Edigawa for saying he was as good as the detective? Will poor Conan ever find those two men in black so he can return to his normal teenage Jimmy Kudo state?!?! Oh. That was a bit off topic...Still a good question though...RAFO!!!!!!! Oh, and while you're down here, drop a review!