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"Song lyrics"

Brainfarque 03

The Song.

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Yami strode into the main room confidently. His black leather ensemble gleamed. No way would he lose anything today!

Yuugi and Ryou entered the room, humming along to some recently listened-to song. They glanced over and started to snicker in Yami's general direction, though in deference to their hikariness, the snickers were more along the lines of muffled chuckles of glee.

His eye twitched.

Bakura strolled into the room next, took one look at him and burst out laughing.

He frowned. The Sennen Eye started to glow on his forehead. NO-ONE mocked him or his wardrobe.

And then he realized that they were all commoners, anyway. With the exception of his aibou, they would never be able to fully comprehend the awe his regalness entailed. Aibou was probably only laughing in order to be polite. He was nice like that.

Yami no Yuugi nodded decisively and dismissed the concern from his mind. He left the room with the sweeping austerity his position as Pharaoh had attributed him. If he remembered the lay-out of Seto's mansion correctly, this room led into the "teck-gnaw-lo-gy" place where many hours of brainless television watching could be had, whilst servants fed him his every whim. The place was, indeed, suited for his presence.

But wait! What was this?

On the huge monitor that covered the wall, someone had fed a music video from the computer onto the large screen. It was a catchy enough beat, he had to admit. But why was the footage from the video consisting only of pictures of him?

That was bad enough. But then the chorus came on…

"You are the princess of Egypt…"

…

……..

!!!

Well. This was an affront to his very dignity. Fortunately, he had enough pride to calmly deal with this situation.

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Bakura, Ryou and Yuugi glanced over sharply at the screeching of metal that abruptly started from the rec room.

Yuugi exchanged a look of consternation with Ryou. "Do you think Yami saw it?"

"Gosh, I hope not… Bakura, you DID stop the video, right?"

Bakura, of course, only laughed harder. It had reached the point where he had to wipe tears of mirth from his eyes, his stomach muscles were starting to cramp, and his bladder was sharply reminding him of the downside of having a physical body. Still, Bakura gasped for air between giggles even as a resounding crash echoed outside the mansion.

Yuugi ran. He could promptly be heard to exclaim, "Yami! What did you do to Seto's screen! And computer! Oh my gosh!"

Ryou sweated. He could visualize Yami's casual shrug. "I do not know, aibou. It suddenly detached itself and committed a noble sacrifice out the window. Perhaps it knew its very presence offended me."

"That equipment cost five hundred thousand dollars! Seto's going to kill us!"

"No, he will not, aibou."

Yuugi's voice briefly impersonated steel. "And how would you know?"

"Because he will realize his presence also offends me. Undoubtedly, he will want to rectify that situation."

"He's not going to throw himself out of the window just because you're glaring at him!"

"How do you know that? He seemed perfectly willing to jump off at Pegasus' castle!"

"Don't remind me of that!"

"You can't tell me what to do! I'm Pharaoh!"

"Wake up! This is NOT Egypt! This is Japan! Third millennium, COMMON ERA! In case you haven't noticed, that's FIVE THOUSAND YEARS after your existence!"

"My glorious existence, aibou. I still have steles and pyramid walls decorated in my honour."

"You're so full of it sometimes! Seriously!"

Bakura had fallen onto the floor. He couldn't breathe. If things got worse, he would have to possess Ryou's body, and let him deal with the lack of oxygen while he recovered in his soul room.

He looked up, only to find Ryou looking at him with that never-ending expression of pity.

"I wouldn't laugh too hard, Bakura-san."

"giggle snort And why not, landlord?"

"Because it's Mokuba making those videos. And you're next."

The laughter abruptly ceased as the delicious pain in his gut turned into twisting nausea. "WHAT?!"

Ryou nodded in confirmation. "I think I saw him going through his music collection. He was giving serious consideration to a song called…what was it?"

Bakura leaned forward in abject terror. A squad of elite soldiers would not have been able to pry him from his spot.

"Oh yeah. 'Material girl,' I think it was. By Madonna?"

Bakura narrowed his eyes. "What." The sentence dropped like an anvil, narrowly missed Ryou's feet, fell through the floor, and hit some unsuspecting chambermaid, who was, incidentally, purloining a rare silver heirloom.

"It's really cool, actually. Mokuba was saying something about how your love of all things shiny would come in handy…"

Ryou smiled nervously as Bakura's eyes slitted like crescent moons. Evil crescent moons. It was a good thing, then, that he didn't have a sparkling, vaguely titillating, nude transformation sequence to go along with the moon shapes. Then Ryou realized Bakura might indeed have such a sequence – after all, he'd never seen him take control of his body before!

Bakura ran from the room just as Yuugi stormed in, disrupting Ryou's bewildering subway of thought. Yami trotted closely behind, apologizing profusely.

Ryou dismissed the thoughts and grinned. This was a good day. There had been no angst.

Yuugi nodded.

Yami nodded. And smiled. And pirouetted – because he could.

Bakura nodded, too. (Actually, he was trying to imitate the drinking bird, but no one really needs to know that.)

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A/N: And yes. This was written after Ch. 6 of "And Then There Were Two." I scared myself! Le shiver! … Of course, that would explain the emphasis on "Lack of Angst" and "Random! Humour."

Actually, on a more interesting note, I actually saw a (pretty well done) AMV for the song Yami saw. (grins) The song itself is by Aqua – I think it's called "Egypt" or some such title – but what really amused me was the chorus: "You are the princess of Egypt / And I'm just a man…" and then the focus on Yami! Ergo, thanks to whomever made that AMV – you were my inspiration for this ficcie!

Reviews embraced and enshrined, as always.

Yami: (stares) You're not mentioning the framing of the reviews that covers your walls 3 layers deep?

Divey: Hush! You'll scare the timid possible reviewers away. They're very timid, after all. (grins wider)

Snootch to the noonch!

(Kudos to anyone who gets that reference – I personally know the source, just not what it's supposed to mean…)