I've reached 80 reviews!!!!!!!!!!!!!111 Thanks to everbody who helped me
get there!
This chapter is dedicated to Sonic19902, because he UPDATED! And helped me to figure out how the heck you get stuff uploaded in the HTML format. Thankies!
Author's Note:
Hi!! This chapter might seem kind of weird. The beginning of it was taken from deep inside the dark depths of my comp, from the bowels of a folder that I.... use everyday actually. --;; Anyway, the beginning was taken from a fic that I believe I was going to make yaoi. O.O;; So if it seems a bit out of place, I'm sorry. Actually, it shouldn't, because I hadn't gotten very far – only up to "Perhaps you've worked enough on your homework tonight, Yami." So I guess it shouldn't. Plus there's one PARAGRAPH where I describe Yugi's hair that I wrote awhile ago for some obsolete purpose that I can't remember. ::
I am pleased to be getting so much feedback for this fanfiction!! It really, REALLY makes me happy. When I get a lot of reviews, I tend to want to update faster. Like just a second ago, I was going to finish reading a fanfiction, but then I got a review for this and decided to keep working.
Some random review responses:
Sephiroth or Anime-Crazy2 – Yes, I am planning for this story to have 17 chapters. AND YOU BETTER REVIEW EACH ONE!!!! Lol, just kidding.
Akio the Dragon Master – Oh, come on Megan, you know me. Would I make Malik do that? Hee hee. Oh, and I'm glad your parents didn't either. --;;
Mrs-Hyde – Thank you.
cwthewolf – Time to go back to wearing diapers, ne? Glad you enjoyed it. I loved your story with the duck. 'Twas very humourous. I like the word 'twas. =-=
RowanGirl – SIR YES SIR! Err, MA'AM! Oh, BTW, I liked receiving your review. My eyes widened, and then I dropped and gave you 20.
Random person number 3 – 'Seto-kun' has given up trench coats for raincoats. Apparently he realized his white trenchie, although awesome, was also ostentatiously gaudy in the way it always stayed up in the back.
Ioa – You didn't HAVE to. You CHOSE to. Which made me feel special. Unlike Akio, you have a choice about whether or not you review. Thanks for taking the time out to make all of my writing feel worth it!
Obscured Illusions – That's exactly what I'm going for. &:&:
Chetra-card – Thanks for not being afraid to tell me what you don't like! I really really appreciate it so much and hope you continue to give me criticism!!
FireNeiko - Yo. Whassup? Your spelling is atrocious, even in your reviews! But I forgive you anyway. So whazzzzaaaaaaap!? Oh and did you want me to revise your spelling for Gundam 06?? 'Cause I will, if you give me credit for it. I'm a little self-centered.
Cerebi Motou – I love your penname. - Ish very cute! Um... yeah! I'm glad to know that you liked me fanfics!! =-=
bakuralover-2008 – Yesh, YOU will have to keep reading and find out. Unlike Akio, who knows me well enough that she will know what I am doing... hopefully.
Chibifan127 – This is what Yugi has to say to you.
Yugi- :P BLEH!!!! He's mine, girl! Mine mine mine all mine!
Keep in mind that this is in response for your review for 'Cold Song', not this fanfic. ;
Akio the Dragon – If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be updating so soon! ; So I hope you work more on the Pharaoh and I... Hint, hint.
Mecha Scorpion – Bummer about your story. ;-; That really stinks!
MAIDEN OF TIME AND SPACE – Hope you get your account back soon. I certainly can't wait to read your stuff!!
Oh!! And before I continue, by the time I will have posted this up, I will have replaced the content for Chapter 4 with new, better content. Not so much 'new' as edited. It just adds in more humor. If you like, you could backtrack and read it. If you REALLY like it, you could even log off and then review it again annonymously!! That would be so cool. If anybody does that... I'll dedicate the next chappie to you, 'kay? Chapter 7 has also been updated with about two sentences of new content. (sweat drops)
Ryou: That's blackmail!
o.O Strange... I don't remember having muses for this fic.
Ryou: crosses his arms And why don't I have a bigger role in this fic? I'm a very important character, you know.
o.O Um, actually, you're—
Ryou: WHATEVER! I'll be in my trailer. Uh! walks over to his "trailer", which is more like a two-story house on wheels made out of the same material as a mobile home
o.O;;; Um... riiiight... He's been watching Totally Spies again, hasn't he?
Malik: (shudders) Eeeeeevil.
You too!?! You're my muse now!?
Malik: Ah hush up.
.....
Malik: Where's the snappy comeback?
(very quietly) You told me to shut up.
Malik: Oh. Well... (scratches his head) Sure, that's okay. Go ahead, then.
............
.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... ..................................................................................................................................................................................................................... (whispers) Please review. This has been a really long Author's Note. It's taken up an entire two pages and 1/3. O.O;; Chapters 4,5, and 7 have been updated with second drafts. Go. Have fun. And review if you haven't. (leers at you) Go ahead, do it. I dare you.
Okay! Enough of the Author's Note thing! To quote SEGA's Charmy the Bee, "It's time to rock and roll!" ( And Charmy is the Bee's knees, lol!)
Enter the MAM video game. Everything has about the same graphics as the old version of Resident Evil 1. If you don't know what that looks like, go to Residentevilfan on the 'net and look at screen shots or something. Yami is sitting at a table, as is customary for most normal people to do, his arm writing. Everytime his elbow moves to the right, you can SEE, THROUGH the corner of the table. - Just like in a video game!!
Who is this girl? Yami thought. And why is she screaming in the present tense? She's grating my nerves.
"Ho ho," quipped the familiar and friendly Solomon Motou. "Perhaps you've worked enough on your English homework tonight, Yami."
"Alright Grandpa Motou," Yami replied with a relieved sigh. He put down his yellow pencil and looked at the whitewashed screen door. "That's strange, Yugi isn't back yet."
"Ho ho," Solomon ho-ho'd for no reason at all. "I'm ho ho-ing."
Yami sweat dropped. "Well go you, Santa Claus."
Solomon got a tick mark on his head. "Heyy!!!" [A/N: Tick mark is what I call those veins sticking out of people's heads in anime. Did you know I realized last night that Teen Titans is really anime? Weeeird. It's American, but GOOD! That's so rare. I mean, Totally Spies is... okay I'll shut up now.]
As Solomon bashed Yugi on the head with his abnormally large hands (considering his diminuitive height, according to other elderly personages anyhow), Yugi entered the kitchen through the door.
Start the FMV scene... Everything is negative except for the crystalline rain droplets that I will talk about........................... NOW.
It had been raining as Yugi walked home. Though now the rain had stopped, leaving a muggy feeling to the air, [A/N: Muggle!! =-= Random] Yugi was dripping wet. He shook his head slowly. The separate crystal droplets each flew in different directions, each taking its due course, whether that be to soar and splat to the wooden floorboards in death or to cling to Yugi's blondes locks, pleading for a second chance at life. A bunch of the droplets hit the floor.
End FMV scene. Everything suddenly starts to look like anime again. Thank goodness!
"Um....." Yami stared. "That was crappy."
Yugi sweat dropped. "Yeah, I know. Resident Evil 1 is like that." The boy then turned his back on the ALL-POWERFUL, SUPER-IMPORTANT SPIRIT to talk to his OLD, SENILE OLD MAN'S OLD MAN. And boy, is Solomon old. I mean he's like 82. I think that's his exact age. But he's funny so he's still hip. ;; I can't believe I wrote that...
"I'm back, Grandpa." Yugi continued cautiously, "Uhh... I got your magazine..."
"Splendid!" Solomon popped out of a strange pile of newspapers that I hadn't mentioned until now, badly mimicking a cross between Pegasus and a very posh Ryou.
"There are newspapers here," Solomon informed himself shadily. "Read them? Yes No. Yes." The headlines of the newspapers were these:
'PEGASUS POURS ORANGE CHEESE ON HIS VISITORS FROM HIS MACHICOLATION, DETAILS ON PAGE 4.'
'PEGASUS HAMSHACKLES HIMSELF ON HIS SPARKLY DARK BLUE CAR, DETAILS ABOUT THE CAR ON PAGE 5.'
'PEGASUS GOES A-SAILING AND DROPS HIS FAKE EYE DOWN A BUNGHOLE, DETAILS IN THE OBITUARIES.'
'PEGASUS SAYS GYVES ARE STYLIN', DETAILS RIGHT BELOW THIS PICTURE OF HIM MORON. RIGHT HERE ON THE FRONT PAGE! THERE... THERE. NO YOU SEE. SEXY, AIN'T 'E?"
Yugi and Yami sweatdropped.
"Riiiiiiiiiiiight,' Yugi said, uh... sweat dropping.
"So, Yugi," Yami said, completely ignoring the senile & perverted man playing in newspaper which had already been used by their cat Amelda to line litterboxes. (EW!) "Where have you been?"
"Oh, uh, you know, hanging out and stuff." Yugi flushed guiltily, remembering Yami's earlier warning.
"Oh really? With who? I saw Joey and Tristan hanging out with Tristan's girlfriend sometime between Chapter 7 and this one." Yugi face faulted.
"He HAS a girlfriend?"
"He has a girlfriend," Yami proclaimed. "So, who were you with?"
Several perverted definitions for the word 'with' flew through our tiny cutie's head. He shook his head.
"Um... I was with... Tea."
"Tea?"
"Yeah, Tea."
"THE Tea?"
"Tea."
"THE Tea Perversion Gardner?"
Yugi sweat dropped, but held his ground.
"Uh-huh. Is Perversion really her middle name?" Yugi inquired curiously.
"You bet your candy ass it is." Yami briskly went back to sorting his papers. Yugi sweat dropped.
'My ass is edible?' Yugi mused. 'I never knew...' Suddenly something in his vest pocket started to ring. Startled, he pulled it out to reveal...
DUN DUH NUUUUUUUH!
....Malik's cell phone. Yugi gulped.
"Yugi," Yami asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowing. "Whose is that?"
"Uhh... Tea's?" Yugi suggested.
"So you're telling me that Tea's cell phone is a Nokia with crappy reception and the word 'kill' on the back written with white out."
"Uhm... yes?"
"Oh! Okay!"
Yugi fell over. Unfortunately, the phone fell with him, and the messages came.
Doom doom doom! Zoom zoom zoom! Zoom zoom zoom zoom!
"Dear person who I will not name because it is convenient!! It is I, Yami Marik!!! Yes, that HOT guy from Battle City!!"
Yugi slapped his face. "Ow."
"I am calling to tell you that Fredrick Chiluba is helping me escape to France! And also, I found Matt Lower! He was huddled in an abandoned military base in Nangweshi. His teeth were chattering and he was babbling about the fiery monkey gods... foolish mortal, he should worship ME! And you should too."
Yugi stupidly slapped his face again. "Oi!!"
"The weird thing is he had icicles hanging from his chin... but he doesn't have a beard, and the weather here is... tropical; modified by altitude; rainy season (October to April)."
Yugi sweat dropped. "The author doesn't own that sentence," he whispered. "She got it off a web site."
"What did you say Yugi?"
"Nothing."
"Anyway... I've got to go destroy things now! GOODBYE! MU AH HA HA HA HA!!! Wait a second, mu? Why did I say mu? I'm not Borodou... 'K see ya ja ne."
BEEP.
Yugi's racing heart was caught in his throat, as he prayed that that was the only message. He didn't need his Yami hearing Ishizu's extremely suggestive messages or to listen to another telemarketing call. Finally, the dial tone rang, and Yugi gave a sigh of relief.
"Whew!" he said. "Oops." He looked up to see Yami gazing at him curiously.
"So that's Tea's?" he asked.
"Uh, yep," Yugi murmured back, frozen. He was sitting on the HARD linoleum floor staring at his Yami with wide eyes, which wasn't a very good position to be frozen in. His edible ass was hurting.
"So... Yami Marik likes Tea?"
Yugi sweat dropped, but then realized that lying and saying that would make everything so much easier for him.
"Uh, yeah, didn't you know? It's kind of pretty well known..." Yugi was sweating.
"I thought he was gay."
"Actually I think he used to be with Ishizu," Yugi blurted.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, really."
The two were quiet for a while. Yami, who had been shuffling his damn papers for near 10 minutes now, finally stopped reorganizing them.
"Eh. I'm going to bed. See ya." Yami passed his by.
"Yeah... see ya." Yugi wiped sweat off his brow as soon as his taller, more heroic self strode BOLDLY out of the room. "Whew!"
"So what did Malik say?" Solomon popped out of his newspaper pile, cat droppings in his hair.
"Huh?" Yugi looked surprised and amused to see his grandpa. "Oh, well, it was good. I gyved him so that he couldn't get away, it made things much easier."
"Good, good." Solomon nodded wisely about eight times in only one second. "Gyves are sexy. Did you guys do anything afterwards? I paid Tristan to get Joey away from you. I told him it was because Joey made you lose brain cells and that you needed an 'A'."
Yugi sweat dropped.
"But... Joey DOES make me lose brain cells. And I DO need an 'A'. I have a 'B'." Yugi sighed. "But math is hard..."
"You'll make it someday," Solomon said cheerfully. "Now, tell me all about the picnic!" The oddly homoerotic eighty-two-year-old man gossiped with his grandson for the next few minutes. You can't hear what their saying, and your view is one where it's as if you were sitting in corner, but were up near the ceiling. The view fades out.
End chapter...
I just wanted to say – what if Yugi was sarcastic, and Yami was a duck? This fan fiction certainly wouldn't happen, but "The Little Edge of the Universe" might. Coming soon. /shameless plug
This chapter is dedicated to Sonic19902, because he UPDATED! And helped me to figure out how the heck you get stuff uploaded in the HTML format. Thankies!
Author's Note:
Hi!! This chapter might seem kind of weird. The beginning of it was taken from deep inside the dark depths of my comp, from the bowels of a folder that I.... use everyday actually. --;; Anyway, the beginning was taken from a fic that I believe I was going to make yaoi. O.O;; So if it seems a bit out of place, I'm sorry. Actually, it shouldn't, because I hadn't gotten very far – only up to "Perhaps you've worked enough on your homework tonight, Yami." So I guess it shouldn't. Plus there's one PARAGRAPH where I describe Yugi's hair that I wrote awhile ago for some obsolete purpose that I can't remember. ::
I am pleased to be getting so much feedback for this fanfiction!! It really, REALLY makes me happy. When I get a lot of reviews, I tend to want to update faster. Like just a second ago, I was going to finish reading a fanfiction, but then I got a review for this and decided to keep working.
Some random review responses:
Sephiroth or Anime-Crazy2 – Yes, I am planning for this story to have 17 chapters. AND YOU BETTER REVIEW EACH ONE!!!! Lol, just kidding.
Akio the Dragon Master – Oh, come on Megan, you know me. Would I make Malik do that? Hee hee. Oh, and I'm glad your parents didn't either. --;;
Mrs-Hyde – Thank you.
cwthewolf – Time to go back to wearing diapers, ne? Glad you enjoyed it. I loved your story with the duck. 'Twas very humourous. I like the word 'twas. =-=
RowanGirl – SIR YES SIR! Err, MA'AM! Oh, BTW, I liked receiving your review. My eyes widened, and then I dropped and gave you 20.
Random person number 3 – 'Seto-kun' has given up trench coats for raincoats. Apparently he realized his white trenchie, although awesome, was also ostentatiously gaudy in the way it always stayed up in the back.
Ioa – You didn't HAVE to. You CHOSE to. Which made me feel special. Unlike Akio, you have a choice about whether or not you review. Thanks for taking the time out to make all of my writing feel worth it!
Obscured Illusions – That's exactly what I'm going for. &:&:
Chetra-card – Thanks for not being afraid to tell me what you don't like! I really really appreciate it so much and hope you continue to give me criticism!!
FireNeiko - Yo. Whassup? Your spelling is atrocious, even in your reviews! But I forgive you anyway. So whazzzzaaaaaaap!? Oh and did you want me to revise your spelling for Gundam 06?? 'Cause I will, if you give me credit for it. I'm a little self-centered.
Cerebi Motou – I love your penname. - Ish very cute! Um... yeah! I'm glad to know that you liked me fanfics!! =-=
bakuralover-2008 – Yesh, YOU will have to keep reading and find out. Unlike Akio, who knows me well enough that she will know what I am doing... hopefully.
Chibifan127 – This is what Yugi has to say to you.
Yugi- :P BLEH!!!! He's mine, girl! Mine mine mine all mine!
Keep in mind that this is in response for your review for 'Cold Song', not this fanfic. ;
Akio the Dragon – If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be updating so soon! ; So I hope you work more on the Pharaoh and I... Hint, hint.
Mecha Scorpion – Bummer about your story. ;-; That really stinks!
MAIDEN OF TIME AND SPACE – Hope you get your account back soon. I certainly can't wait to read your stuff!!
Oh!! And before I continue, by the time I will have posted this up, I will have replaced the content for Chapter 4 with new, better content. Not so much 'new' as edited. It just adds in more humor. If you like, you could backtrack and read it. If you REALLY like it, you could even log off and then review it again annonymously!! That would be so cool. If anybody does that... I'll dedicate the next chappie to you, 'kay? Chapter 7 has also been updated with about two sentences of new content. (sweat drops)
Ryou: That's blackmail!
o.O Strange... I don't remember having muses for this fic.
Ryou: crosses his arms And why don't I have a bigger role in this fic? I'm a very important character, you know.
o.O Um, actually, you're—
Ryou: WHATEVER! I'll be in my trailer. Uh! walks over to his "trailer", which is more like a two-story house on wheels made out of the same material as a mobile home
o.O;;; Um... riiiight... He's been watching Totally Spies again, hasn't he?
Malik: (shudders) Eeeeeevil.
You too!?! You're my muse now!?
Malik: Ah hush up.
.....
Malik: Where's the snappy comeback?
(very quietly) You told me to shut up.
Malik: Oh. Well... (scratches his head) Sure, that's okay. Go ahead, then.
............
.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... ..................................................................................................................................................................................................................... (whispers) Please review. This has been a really long Author's Note. It's taken up an entire two pages and 1/3. O.O;; Chapters 4,5, and 7 have been updated with second drafts. Go. Have fun. And review if you haven't. (leers at you) Go ahead, do it. I dare you.
Okay! Enough of the Author's Note thing! To quote SEGA's Charmy the Bee, "It's time to rock and roll!" ( And Charmy is the Bee's knees, lol!)
Enter the MAM video game. Everything has about the same graphics as the old version of Resident Evil 1. If you don't know what that looks like, go to Residentevilfan on the 'net and look at screen shots or something. Yami is sitting at a table, as is customary for most normal people to do, his arm writing. Everytime his elbow moves to the right, you can SEE, THROUGH the corner of the table. - Just like in a video game!!
Who is this girl? Yami thought. And why is she screaming in the present tense? She's grating my nerves.
"Ho ho," quipped the familiar and friendly Solomon Motou. "Perhaps you've worked enough on your English homework tonight, Yami."
"Alright Grandpa Motou," Yami replied with a relieved sigh. He put down his yellow pencil and looked at the whitewashed screen door. "That's strange, Yugi isn't back yet."
"Ho ho," Solomon ho-ho'd for no reason at all. "I'm ho ho-ing."
Yami sweat dropped. "Well go you, Santa Claus."
Solomon got a tick mark on his head. "Heyy!!!" [A/N: Tick mark is what I call those veins sticking out of people's heads in anime. Did you know I realized last night that Teen Titans is really anime? Weeeird. It's American, but GOOD! That's so rare. I mean, Totally Spies is... okay I'll shut up now.]
As Solomon bashed Yugi on the head with his abnormally large hands (considering his diminuitive height, according to other elderly personages anyhow), Yugi entered the kitchen through the door.
Start the FMV scene... Everything is negative except for the crystalline rain droplets that I will talk about........................... NOW.
It had been raining as Yugi walked home. Though now the rain had stopped, leaving a muggy feeling to the air, [A/N: Muggle!! =-= Random] Yugi was dripping wet. He shook his head slowly. The separate crystal droplets each flew in different directions, each taking its due course, whether that be to soar and splat to the wooden floorboards in death or to cling to Yugi's blondes locks, pleading for a second chance at life. A bunch of the droplets hit the floor.
End FMV scene. Everything suddenly starts to look like anime again. Thank goodness!
"Um....." Yami stared. "That was crappy."
Yugi sweat dropped. "Yeah, I know. Resident Evil 1 is like that." The boy then turned his back on the ALL-POWERFUL, SUPER-IMPORTANT SPIRIT to talk to his OLD, SENILE OLD MAN'S OLD MAN. And boy, is Solomon old. I mean he's like 82. I think that's his exact age. But he's funny so he's still hip. ;; I can't believe I wrote that...
"I'm back, Grandpa." Yugi continued cautiously, "Uhh... I got your magazine..."
"Splendid!" Solomon popped out of a strange pile of newspapers that I hadn't mentioned until now, badly mimicking a cross between Pegasus and a very posh Ryou.
"There are newspapers here," Solomon informed himself shadily. "Read them? Yes No. Yes." The headlines of the newspapers were these:
'PEGASUS POURS ORANGE CHEESE ON HIS VISITORS FROM HIS MACHICOLATION, DETAILS ON PAGE 4.'
'PEGASUS HAMSHACKLES HIMSELF ON HIS SPARKLY DARK BLUE CAR, DETAILS ABOUT THE CAR ON PAGE 5.'
'PEGASUS GOES A-SAILING AND DROPS HIS FAKE EYE DOWN A BUNGHOLE, DETAILS IN THE OBITUARIES.'
'PEGASUS SAYS GYVES ARE STYLIN', DETAILS RIGHT BELOW THIS PICTURE OF HIM MORON. RIGHT HERE ON THE FRONT PAGE! THERE... THERE. NO YOU SEE. SEXY, AIN'T 'E?"
Yugi and Yami sweatdropped.
"Riiiiiiiiiiiight,' Yugi said, uh... sweat dropping.
"So, Yugi," Yami said, completely ignoring the senile & perverted man playing in newspaper which had already been used by their cat Amelda to line litterboxes. (EW!) "Where have you been?"
"Oh, uh, you know, hanging out and stuff." Yugi flushed guiltily, remembering Yami's earlier warning.
"Oh really? With who? I saw Joey and Tristan hanging out with Tristan's girlfriend sometime between Chapter 7 and this one." Yugi face faulted.
"He HAS a girlfriend?"
"He has a girlfriend," Yami proclaimed. "So, who were you with?"
Several perverted definitions for the word 'with' flew through our tiny cutie's head. He shook his head.
"Um... I was with... Tea."
"Tea?"
"Yeah, Tea."
"THE Tea?"
"Tea."
"THE Tea Perversion Gardner?"
Yugi sweat dropped, but held his ground.
"Uh-huh. Is Perversion really her middle name?" Yugi inquired curiously.
"You bet your candy ass it is." Yami briskly went back to sorting his papers. Yugi sweat dropped.
'My ass is edible?' Yugi mused. 'I never knew...' Suddenly something in his vest pocket started to ring. Startled, he pulled it out to reveal...
DUN DUH NUUUUUUUH!
....Malik's cell phone. Yugi gulped.
"Yugi," Yami asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowing. "Whose is that?"
"Uhh... Tea's?" Yugi suggested.
"So you're telling me that Tea's cell phone is a Nokia with crappy reception and the word 'kill' on the back written with white out."
"Uhm... yes?"
"Oh! Okay!"
Yugi fell over. Unfortunately, the phone fell with him, and the messages came.
Doom doom doom! Zoom zoom zoom! Zoom zoom zoom zoom!
"Dear person who I will not name because it is convenient!! It is I, Yami Marik!!! Yes, that HOT guy from Battle City!!"
Yugi slapped his face. "Ow."
"I am calling to tell you that Fredrick Chiluba is helping me escape to France! And also, I found Matt Lower! He was huddled in an abandoned military base in Nangweshi. His teeth were chattering and he was babbling about the fiery monkey gods... foolish mortal, he should worship ME! And you should too."
Yugi stupidly slapped his face again. "Oi!!"
"The weird thing is he had icicles hanging from his chin... but he doesn't have a beard, and the weather here is... tropical; modified by altitude; rainy season (October to April)."
Yugi sweat dropped. "The author doesn't own that sentence," he whispered. "She got it off a web site."
"What did you say Yugi?"
"Nothing."
"Anyway... I've got to go destroy things now! GOODBYE! MU AH HA HA HA HA!!! Wait a second, mu? Why did I say mu? I'm not Borodou... 'K see ya ja ne."
BEEP.
Yugi's racing heart was caught in his throat, as he prayed that that was the only message. He didn't need his Yami hearing Ishizu's extremely suggestive messages or to listen to another telemarketing call. Finally, the dial tone rang, and Yugi gave a sigh of relief.
"Whew!" he said. "Oops." He looked up to see Yami gazing at him curiously.
"So that's Tea's?" he asked.
"Uh, yep," Yugi murmured back, frozen. He was sitting on the HARD linoleum floor staring at his Yami with wide eyes, which wasn't a very good position to be frozen in. His edible ass was hurting.
"So... Yami Marik likes Tea?"
Yugi sweat dropped, but then realized that lying and saying that would make everything so much easier for him.
"Uh, yeah, didn't you know? It's kind of pretty well known..." Yugi was sweating.
"I thought he was gay."
"Actually I think he used to be with Ishizu," Yugi blurted.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, really."
The two were quiet for a while. Yami, who had been shuffling his damn papers for near 10 minutes now, finally stopped reorganizing them.
"Eh. I'm going to bed. See ya." Yami passed his by.
"Yeah... see ya." Yugi wiped sweat off his brow as soon as his taller, more heroic self strode BOLDLY out of the room. "Whew!"
"So what did Malik say?" Solomon popped out of his newspaper pile, cat droppings in his hair.
"Huh?" Yugi looked surprised and amused to see his grandpa. "Oh, well, it was good. I gyved him so that he couldn't get away, it made things much easier."
"Good, good." Solomon nodded wisely about eight times in only one second. "Gyves are sexy. Did you guys do anything afterwards? I paid Tristan to get Joey away from you. I told him it was because Joey made you lose brain cells and that you needed an 'A'."
Yugi sweat dropped.
"But... Joey DOES make me lose brain cells. And I DO need an 'A'. I have a 'B'." Yugi sighed. "But math is hard..."
"You'll make it someday," Solomon said cheerfully. "Now, tell me all about the picnic!" The oddly homoerotic eighty-two-year-old man gossiped with his grandson for the next few minutes. You can't hear what their saying, and your view is one where it's as if you were sitting in corner, but were up near the ceiling. The view fades out.
End chapter...
I just wanted to say – what if Yugi was sarcastic, and Yami was a duck? This fan fiction certainly wouldn't happen, but "The Little Edge of the Universe" might. Coming soon. /shameless plug