Willowwind: (bounces in) Hello!
Waffles: HI EVERYONE!
Legolas: Oh great, there's another one….
Willowwind: Better. She's British.
Legolas: Gah!
Waffles: Hey! Tolkien was British! He lived in my city!
Legolas: Yes, and look what his imagination was like!
Waffles: Ssh! She's going to introduce me…
Willowwind: …Why don't you introduce yourself?
Waffles: Because my fic only has three readers, and therefore anyone actually reading this will probably be a fan of you?
Willowwind: We shall see. This is my good British friend, Waffles4eva.
Waffles: Even though we've never met. There's an ocean in the way. (pouts)
Willowwind: Stupid ocean…. Annnnnyway, in one chapter of her fic Wherever You Go, it mentions Seto can't cook. And, given Ryou's fetish with cooking implements of DOOM…
Waffles: We thought we should do a Crossover! When Seto gets cooking lessons! Then I could use Willowwind's popularity for shameless self promotion! Wheee!
Willowwind: (small voice) I'm not THAT popular….
Legolas: Wait. Her stuff is BETTER then yours? Man, how much do you suck!
Waffles: … (cries)He's Right! He's Right! I DO suck!
Willowwind: (slap) Legolas, you moron! She doesn't know that you insult stuff if you like it! She has self-esteem issues about her stuff! You just made it worse!
Elrond: Great! Now she won't write for days!
Willowwind: …Where'd you come from?
Waffles: What! If you can have a random elf running around, so can I!
Willowwind: But still… 'Elrond'…? He's the second ugliest elf in the thing! (first prize goes to Haldir, in case anyone was wondering…)
Waffles: You're right. I prefer him as Smith…
Elrond: (becomes Smith)
Smith: (uses Legolas to clone himself)
Waffles: Coool…
Willowwind: … Maybe we should get on with the chapter before anyone else shows up… Disclaimer?
Waffles:Is playing Ro-Sham-Bo with Smiths: Ah. Disclaimer. Do you want to do it, or shall I let you do it?
Willowwind: We shall solve this problem how I always solve it. (turns Legolas back into himself) Legolas! Do the disclaimer.
Legolas: Where'd my glasses go?
Willowwind: (points at Smith) He has them.
Smith: (Tries on glasses) My goodness! You're blind, elf-boy! Who do you think you are, the Oracle?
Legolas: (takes out bow and arrow)
Willowwind: Not until you do the disclaimer. And the warnings.
Legolas: Fine. NOBODY OWNS ANYTHING! 'Cept for Waffles, and she owns Anna Mitsan otherwise known as Azreal Kiyoko (Long story), who is her OC character. And there is GROSS RANDOMNESS and COOKING IMPLIMENTS OF DOOM! Be afraid. Be very afraid. There. Can I shoot him now?
Prologue:
Poke.
"…'lone…"
Poke poke.
"…G'way…"
Poke. "You have to come out sometime…"
She raised her head from beneath the blanket. "You're supposed to be cheering me up!" Anna accused.
"I can't do anything if you won't come out from under the duvet." Téa pointed out, logically. Anna suddenly leapt out of bed. "That's the spirit!"
Anna ran past her, and into the hall. A moment later, retching sounds came from the bathroom.
Oh dear….
Seto Kaiba can do a lot of things.
Cooking is not one of them.
She reappeared a moment later, looking thoroughly fed up. Sighing and wiping her mouth-although she'd already washed it several times, Anna burrowed back under the covers, crawling upwards from the bottom and giving up before she reached the top.
"It really did make you ill, didn't it?" Téa said sympathetically. When Anna had not turned up at school that day, Téa had gone to visit. And, so far, she wasn't helping.
"I only ate it because he worked so hard on it…" Anna moaned, her voice muffled from somewhere within the bed.
Téa smirked. "Oh, how we suffer for l-"
Suddenly, Anna's hand shot out and punched her weakly.
"If one more person says that…" She said, finding it hard to sound even vaguely threatening when she was as sick as a dog.
"Huh. It's a pity he's not as good at cooking as Ryou is…" Téa teased. "Imagine if Ryou taught him… no more mysterious, unnameable meals… no more indelibleness…"
"Do you think he would!" Anna practically yelled, erupting from the bed.
"Huh?" Téa blinked, taken aback.
"Ryou! Teach Seto how to cook! Do you think he would!" Téa could see the desperation in her face and voice, hanging in her words and glinting in her eyes. Kaiba's cooking must be really dire…
"Uh…" She stammered. "Maybe…"
"Great!" Anna stood up, clenching her hand into a fist. "Then you convince Ryou and I'll convince Seto! Right now! Yeah!"
She began to leave the room.
"Uh... Anna?" Téa called. "You might want to get out of your pyjamas first…"
Anna looked down in apparent surprise at her flannel attire. "Oh." She said sheepishly. "Right."
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It was relatively easy to convince Seto. You just didn't give him a choice.
"I don't need cooking lessons." He said, surprised.
Azreal raised an eyebrow. "Mokuba?"
"Yes!" Mokuba said, desperately. "Yes! Do it! Learn how to cook! In the name of all that is good, please!!"
Poor kid. He'd grown up on Seto's 'food'. He was on the brink of insanity. On the plus side, he was immune to almost every known disease by now.
"See!" Azreal cried. "Mokuba agrees!"
"Mokuba is eleven." Seto replied, stubbornly.
It was hard work, sometimes, dating this guy…
"Well, I think you should go." Azreal told him, looking at him. "Please? It'd make me really happy…"
"Please?" Mokuba echoed. "Please, Seto?"
Seto glared. Two sets of puppy eyes.
So not fair….
"Fine." He said, hating himself.
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"…I beg your pardon?"
"Ryou, please. She's…suffering…."
"…I'd love to help, but…well…hold on." Ryou dashed up the stairs, spatula in hand. "BAKURA! GET AWAY FROM THE MATCHES!" A smacking sound followed, and Ryou came back down, dragging his yami behind him. Bakura was scribbling frantically in a little book. "You see? He needs to be checked on once about every two minutes."
"Can't you find him a babysitter or something? Anna and Mokuba need you to teach Seto to cook!"
"…Alright. On one condition."
"What's that?"
Ryou smirked evilly. "That YOU watch my yami while I'm gone."
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Waffles: …Dude, you know, I have NEVER written a chapter this short… 3 pages… double spaced… (Twitches) So…short…long…author notes… so short….(Twitch Twitch)
Willowwind: …Maybe if we make the writing nice and big, they won't notice. (shifty eyes)
Legolas: You two are both idiots.
Smith: There's only one font size, eejits.
Willowwind and Waffles: SHHHHH!
Legolas: You know, Smith, I'm beginning to like you.
Smith: (Clones himself into Legolas again) (Smirk) I like me to.
Waffles: Smith! (Smack round head) You are becoming a nuisance! Behave! Now, change him back.
Smith: No.
Waffles: (Twitches) Yes… Excuse me Willowwind. Smith, over here… All the way over here…
(Crashing sounds)
Smith: Hmmph. (Changes Legolas back to normal)
Willowwind: Anyhoo…yes, it is short, BUT YOU TRY WRITING A CROSSOVER FIC WITH SOMEONE WHO'S PRACTICALLY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE EARTH! (steam comes out ears)
Legolas: (hands Willowwind her Ritalin)
Willowwind: (chucks it away) BEGONE CONFOUNDED HYPER-KILLER! YOU SHALL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Ha. Heh. Anyhoo, Waffles, let's go eat the leftover review cookies!
Waffles: They're left over 'cause no-one's reviewed yet. (Smile)
Willowwind: Review, I command thee! Or you shall never know what happens!