A/N: Yet another brainfarque. Because.

Disclaimer: Um, well, golly, but, um, you see, well, uh, gee, the thing is, um, sorta, kinda, maybe, really, um, oddly enough…

In other words: Not mine. No matter how much I stammer like a fool.

Writing code:

Italics = Song lyrics.

Brainfarque 02:

Random Nonsense

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The sun was shining. The birds were singing. Well, chirping actually, because if you think about it, you never actually hear words in their music and really, a song without words is pretty useless, unless it's some amazingly popular singer or – in extreme cases – a huge opera-type screamer who can get away with it and still smell like a rose… Wait. Where were we?

Oh yes. It was a nice day. And Yuugi, like the nice boy he is, was inside on the couch, listening blissfully to his new music. It was amazing! Ryou had given the CD to him the other day. With furtive glances all around, the snowy-haired boy had explained between giggles that Yuugi would never look at his Egpytian spirit partner the same way again. Yuugi had never listened to this song before, but Ryou was right – this song was the master artiste behind the funniest mental picture that Yuugi had thought of in a long time.

Walk like an Egyptian…

And speaking of moving…oh look! Here came Yami, that sinfully sexy spirit swathed stylishly in skinned slaughtered…bovine. (Note: Consonance is fun, but tiring. I think I'll give up now) He sauntered, semi-swaggering successfully (Note: Couldn't resist! ) over to the window. Presumably Yami was going to stare at birds for a while. Because it was very possible that he was hiding cat-ears under all that hair.

Watching Yami move, though, caused a giggle to slip past his hikari's lips. Turning in confusion, – his aibou had never laughed at him before; especially not when he was swaggering. He knew he looked very good when he swaggered, which is presumably why he did it in the first place. – Yami looked over to his other half, raising an eyebrow in question.

"snort I'm sorry, Yami. It's just…um… do you remember walking like that back in Egypt?"

Yami blinked in confusion. Precious few memories of his ancient, blazing, oh-my-it's-hot-I-guess-we-must-have-a-skin-show! home country were sifted through. A vague recollection of a hallway journey to his throne room (which had been beautifully decorated in gold. Not like now – an ancient, dust-filled structure. Psh. Modern Egyptians had no self-respect. If he were still Pharaoh, he would have marched over there and made them recapture the precious days of yore, ages ago. Gold for him, and "Oblivion!" to all those who disobeyed! …Except his hikari, of course. His hikari could do whatever he wanted. Yes. Their trust was that strong. Where was I?) made him nod in affirmation to the question. "Usually, aibou. Why?"

Yuugi giggled some more. Between snorts of laughter, he breathily explained this was a rather different mmph! viewpoint than was the common thought. I mean, seriously Yami tee hee! all your tomb walls have these pictures…well… Well, why don't you just listen?

Yuugi got up and inserted the CD to which he had been listening into their stereo system, then chose the track that would explain it all. Yami cocked his head in confusion as the words came wafting out from the speakers:

All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand dance don't you know
If they move too quick (oh whey oh)
They're falling down like a domino

Yami huffed. They certainly had NOT! Well, okay. Maybe they had. Just a couple of times, though! Actually (digging deep into the recesses of his mind), that had been the main reason for the fights which they had lost again the Nubians. The domino effect had been the most feared military manoeuvre to be used against them in their time – and it had been used against them repeatedly. But it certainly hadn't been an everyday occurrence. Just when he had felt like being amused. And then… he had had to learn how to formally walk for the processions…

The song continued its merry mockery, oblivious to the mental torture it was having on the poor pharaoh.

Slide your feet up the street bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back

Yuugi smiled. "You see what I was thinking?"

Yami frowned in concentration. "I don't know what our ancestors were thinking. That formal walk was well-nigh impossible! …Maybe it was to show our divinity? After all, no human could physically walk in that way…"

Yuugi stared. Smothering a gurgling giggle (Note! Hee! Once more into the breach!) he quickly left his muttering yami to his own devices. The mental images he had been provided with were more than enough to amuse him for hours on end. He'd share them with Malik later, too, probably. After all, one certainly needed comic relief when dealing with obsessive ancient spirits.

A/N: Lame ending, I know. But I had fun writing it!