Review responses:
Yo! I tried to spit this chap out to make up for lost time... U Didn't happen. Not by a LONG, LONG, LONG, LOOOOOOOOONG shot! Eh-heh… I am soooooooooooooo sorry for the wait. I feel guilty! I had a HUGE case of writer's block as far as this fic goes. I mean, the last chapter was hard to top! Thanks to the FR's who reviewed the same day that I posted up Chapter 12. That made me feel very special and happy inside. I hope people still remember this fic! This chapter, sadly, isn't very good, I think. Hm… It's not as long as Chapter 12, which saddens me. But that is okay! I hope. :(
However! I am very excited about my new plans for this story, because I have decided to translate it into French! I am really, really, really excited! In fact, I am almost finished with the first chapter. Like I said, I'm so excited!
Chetra-card: Don't you DARE run out of ideas on me! Lol... your poems are very pretty, you know, and very emotional. Thanks for contributing to this fan fiction! It made it magnifique!
Random Person number 3: ...Where... did I say... that Bakura liked Seto? Oh.. OH.. the threat, right. (slaps forehead) I'm such a dolt. Lol. Thanks for your review! I will surely read your fic, as Joey torture is pretty funny... (Joey-fangirls, take no heed. This never happened. Flash.)
Jamie: Your review made me laugh. Yes, grass IS weird. I mean, it's so... green. And it grows capriciously! But we shouldn't worry until plants are given brains. THEN we should run. Maybe to Antarctica...? But then, we'd have to fly. I'll buy the tickets.
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MalikRules: Your wish is my command. That happens in this chapter. I actually watched Scary Movie 3 the other day, so it was fresh on my mind. :)
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yamimarikfan: Creepy? Creepy is good, I guess. I know a lot of people were kind of disappointed when I made this consensually Yugi/Malik… Truth be told, I think it's a pretty cute couple. I mean, come on. You know you want to see Yami's reaction! But I'll try to lighten the mood and make this less creep for you, then.
IF ANYBODY LIKES RAP, I WOULD STRONGLY ENCOURAGE YOU ALL TO READ MY STORY "TASTES LIKE PUDDING". I NEED MORE REVIEWS FOR IT! PLEEEEEASE!
This chapter is dedicated to FillerxBunny, because the other day I realized that there was only one person on their favorite author list – me. (tear) :)
You've been waiting for it for MONTHS…
WELL HERE IT IS! (people cheer raucously)
Last time, on DRAGON BALL Z!
"You'll never get away with this Cell!" Goku made a fist. "ChiChi is MY WIFE! YOU CAN'T JUST GROPE HER AND RUN AWAY!"
"He he he he he!" Cell snickered at Goku's folly. "Your daddy screwed my me last night and it was hot!" Cell chided like a schoolkid.
"That's it! YOU'RE GOING DOWN!"
"Kameha-Ku-RA!"
Yugi trembled behind Malik. Ryou looked livid, like a Wolverine who forgot to take his Prozac… this didn't look good.
"You got that right!" agreed Goku, who was sipping Coors with Cell. Then they magically disappeared when Bakura sent them to the Shadow Realm.
"Yes?" Bakura answered innocently, a glowing halo floating supernaturally above his head. Ryou sweat dropped.
"You're grounded. No video games and no pizza with anchovies," Ryou officiated floutingly.
("Ew! Anchovies?" said Yugi. "They're quite good," said Malik. "Really?" Yugi looked bewildered.)
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO O!" Bakura screamed. Everyone sweat dropped again, including Bakura.
' They're influencing me…' Bakura thought shadily. "BEGONE, SWEAT DROP OF THE LIGHTER REALM!" Bakura threw his arms up, waiting for something to happened. Something did happen, only it was in Iran, so Bakura looked really stupid.
"Go to your room, Bakura," Ryou commanded sternly. Yugi was trying very hard not to laugh at the former tomb robber. He had this impression of Bakura wearing an apron, Ryou wearing a business suit, and a large mace that was being brandished threateningly. Of course, Ryou was too nice to actually hit somebody. But it was a nice thought. :)
'I have to tell Yami about this!' Yugi promised himself that he would. The spirit of the Millennium Ring would absolutely die to have this kind of blackmail on the tomb robber redivivus. Never mind the fact that by ridiculing the scene Yugi was therefore calling himself, and all hikaris, weaker than the yamis—this was blackmail opportunity, babey! OHW!
"Well, actually, it's more of the den, since I sleep on the couch, play video games on the couch, have sex on the---you never heard that." Ryou, Malik, and Yugi face faulted. "And I watch the TV. That's important. Like, I was watching Anchorman the other day. It was really funny."
Malik and Yugi looked like this: "OO" And the quotation marks are girly eyelashes, thickly done with um… insert make-up term #47 here. So they looked surprised AND scary! Wow.
"I don't care what you watched or how educational it was or which of our neighbors' satellite dish you stole," Ryou continued to command. "Go there. Now. Disconnect the PS2. Now. And the Xbox. Now."
Bakura opened his mouth to speak in protest.
"AND the Dreamcast, yes, AND the Sega Genesis, AND the Nintendo 64—
"He has a Nintendo 64?" Malik wondered. Yugi stuck his tongue out at Bakura.
"Loser!"
"—AND the Playstation, and also that system that nobody cares about anymore."
Yugi decided to pipe up just then. "The Atari?" he suggested. "The 8-bit one, where the only real good games on it were Pitfall?"
Ryou nodded exuberantly. "Yeah, that's the one," he disclosed. "Also, Bakura, I would like for you to unhook my Gamecube."
"He has a Gamecube?"
"LOSER!"
"But Ryou-ch—"
"NOW!"
Bakura slumped. His posture was worse than a rebellious teenager's. "Fine…"
Ryou smiled amiably. "Thank you, Bakura." He bowed curtly. In response to his hikari's polite rejoinder, Bakura hastily gave Ryou the bird.
"Here, Ryou." Bakura handed him his WonderSwan. "I suppose you want this too."
"Yup."
"'Kay." Bakura looked left, then right, and then he stuck up his middle finger and ran up the stairs before Ryou could yell at him for it. But instead of yelling, the snowy-haired boy turned to Malik and Yugi. "So, what do you guys want to do now?"
"We could play those video games that Bakura's disconnecting up there," Malik suggested. Bakura's eyes became dinner plates. "NO! NOT MY BABIES!" He rushed up the stairs. Inside Joke #1 A/N: This chapter is randomly dedicated to Kristan, my Teacher's Aide at camp two years ago. Because she would understand this joke more than anyone.
"oO;; O…k." Yugi shook his head, his bangs continuously falling into his face. This created a cute effect for all to enjoy. "That was weird. I'm glad that Yami is my Yami now… instead of… uh… your Yami."
"Your Yami must surely do something that's annoying," Ryou insisted. Yugi thought about this for a second—and shuddered, wishing he hadn't thought at all, ever.
Once Upon A Flashback…
"Yugi, I won!" Yami leapt up, effectively socking Yugi in the nose with his wayward elbow. Trickles of red dripped from the shorter blonde's nostrils. Yugi's fingers clamped down on his nose to staunch the blood flow. "Eh, Yugi? Stop holding your nose and look! I WON! …Hey what's that red stuff?"
And They All Lived Happily in the Present.
"Erm… well… He doesn't believe in blood…" Yugi sweat dropped, remembering the facial coagula – his "bloodstache" – that he had had for a week.
"Ohhhhhhhhh." Malik and Ryou nodded sympathetically. "I don't get it." Yugi sweat dropped again.
Suddenly, all the power went out, swathing the three teenage figures in darkness. Only their eyes shown brightly like three pairs of moons in a cartoon. Yugi blinked kawaiily. Malik took a step closer towards Yugi. Although Malik could never tell anyone, he had a tacit fear of the dark because it reminded him of the underground area where he was raised. Being near Yugi made him feel safer, somehow. It was as if Odion or Ishizu were right next to him, telling him that there weren't any gang bangers nearby and that they would be damned if one of them was going to get near him anyhow—in a very, very vague way.
"Oh, shoot!" came a shout from upstairs. Okay, so there were four figures swathed in darkness, one of which kept tripping over what was either a Genesis or a Dreamcast. Which one was it? The world may never know.
"Bakura!" Ryou wailed haplessly. "What did you do?"
"UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, NOOOOOOOOOOOTHING!"
"-.- That was the guiltiest-sounding voice I have ever heard in my entire life," Malik muttered. "And I live with Marik AND Odion! And don't you think Odion isn't mischeivious, because there was this one time when he ran over a cat with a lawn mower, sold the lawn mower on E-bay, and it was actually bought by Gunther von Hagens, all before Isis knew that the neighbor's cat was dead! There was this other time he cut up all my underwear with scissors."
Yugi smiled at this. Malik could sense it even if he couldn't feel it. Malik edged closer.
"Bakura knows guilt?" he asked curiously. "Is that a new feature that you can buy for your yami at the superstore?"
Ryou turned to him and smiled. "At Best Buy," he explained. "Be sure to go there first, because Walmart's all out."
Yugi nodded. "Thank you."
"No problem!" Ryou then shouted up the stairs in a stentorian voice, "BAKURA, TURN THE LIGHTS BACK ON!"
"-.- You're very fond of yelling tonight, aren't you, my good chum?" came the voice from above. And no, it wasn't God.
"Call me a good chum again and I'll gauge both your eyes out," Ryou threatened.
"Ooh, you can be the next Tereisias!" Inside Joke #2. Tereisias was a blind seer in Greek myths. All seers in Greek myths are blind. At least, most of them are.
"Umm, who's talking?"
"I can't tell, it's too dark."
"Ah."
"Yes."
"That would make sense."
"Yes."
"…"
"Blblblblblb!"
"What the heck is that all about?"
"Who said that?"
"Who said what?"
"Who said 'What the heck is that all about?"
"I did."
"……………Dude, who the hell are you!"
"O.O Yugi, did YOU just say that?"
"Uhm, no…"
"Yes he did!"
":D Yu-gi cu-ssed! Yu-gi cu-ssed!"
"Shut the #$ up you !()ing (&!wipes."
"O.O Whoa."
"O.O He's good."
"O.O That he is."
"O.O He's better than my yami."
"Cut it out!" Yugi protested vehemently.
"Whatever," Malik said. "My eyes are getting used to this darkness…"
"Mine too," Yugi answered. "Um… wow, Ryou."
"What?" the Brit piped up. "What is it?"
"Your skin… It glows in the dark." Yugi's eyes got very wide. Indeed, Ryou's skin was glowing… in the dark. He was like a glow-in-the-dark… Brit.
"My gosh Ryou, you're a nightlight!" Yugi blurted. Ryou swiped at him, but in the darkness he missed, and the crash of a breaking lamp was heard instead. Ryou sweat dropped. "Oops."
"Albino," Malik spat derisively. "Uhm, so, we're going to need candles or something right?" Malik asked, grimacing. Yugi's eyes flickered with an unknown emotion.
"Oh, yah." Ryou scratched the back of his head. "Well, there's some in the kitchen and then there is some in the living room as well… I guess I'll go into the kitchen, you guys look in the living room. It should be in one of the cabinets."
"Ok, Yugi, let's go." Malik turned around and started dragging Yugi with him. Yugi decided to lighten the mood by doing something delightfully silly.
Yugi grinned at his 'boyfriend'. "SING IT WITH ME NOW! 'I'm a goofy goober/ You're a goofy goober!' "
"- I'd rather not."
Yugi stopped singing, and sniffed the air, miffed. He then shot Malik and equally sour look that inspired ill hatred.
"Yarou."
"I'm sorry Yugi," Malik said meaningfully. He really meant it. He didn't want to piss Yugi off, since he had grown to truly like Yugi. Yugi was nice, cute, funny, and could kick ass at card games. What was there not to like, besides the 3-to-5,000 year old Pharaoh residing in his Millennium Puzzle? Well, there was his stature, but hey, let's face it – short people are adorable. A/N: Or at least, that's what I keep telling myself. ;) I'm short.
"That's okay," Yugi apologized. "I'm sorry for calling you that. I don't usually cuss much."
"Yeah, I never begged you as somebody who swore," Malik said frankly.
"You mean pegged," Ryou corrected.
"Right. What did I say?"
Yugi's vituperation had seemed rather unusual. Just then, Malik tripped over the carpet. Yugi balanced precariously on his tip-toes. The smaller blonde narrowly avoided following over onto Malik—which is good, 'cuz this is PG-13 and that would wax erotic. Lol. Yes, I said lol. Leave me alone, you creeps.
Yugi blinked kawaiily, blushing (also kawaiily). "Um… Here." Yugi held out his large palm for Malik to grasp, which he did. Yugi pulled Malik back to his feet. Malik stumbled and ended up grabbing Yugi's shoulder. His bombastic lavender orbs' pupils darted this way and that like a villain scouting the soon-to-be scene of the crime.
" . " went Malik.
" . " went Malik.
Malik leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Yugi's amethyst eyes widened kawaiily. (Kawaiily again!)
"Why did you—"
"It was an accident," Malik said unconvincingly, dropping Yugi's shoulders and walking away. Yugi was left to blush.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Ryou had already found the candles and had lit them. There was just one eensy, weensy problem…
"MY HAIR IS ON FIRE!"
Ryou ran around in circles very, very fast. Somehow - even though this defies the law of physics – this put his hair "out". Just then, the phone rang. Ryou clutched the phone and pressed the talk button.
"Hello?" he asked breathlessly.
"Seven days…" The person on the other end hung up. Ryou realized that technically, since the entire house was void of electricity, he shouldn't have been able to answer the phone anyhow.
Outside of Ryou's house, people were throwing snowballs at it in the middle of whatever month it was. Let's just say it wasn't snowing. It was Mokuba, Seto, and Roland! The were conga-ing, pulling a snow-making machine behind them.
"I really need a new job," Roland admitted.
"But we'll go to a party after this, Roland!" Mokuba reminded him. "There will be hula girls!"
"…Oh… riiight…" Roland smiled and grabbed another handful of slush, getting ready to throw it at the house.
Malik and Yugi were busy tripping over things. Because of the lack of perspicacity, they decided to make a game out of it.
"Oof! I think I tripped over a dead body," Yugi declared.
"Well I tripped over a Ferrari!" Malik challenged.
"I tripped over a horse," Yugi countered. He heard Malik chuff in the darkness. "I tripped over the Titanic."
"Nuh-uh!"
"Did so! Here's Leonardo di Caprio!"
Leo ran screaming from the house.
Somewhere, the phone rang. Malik was almost afraid to listen, for fear that Tristan had phoned with more tales of his father's diarrhea. Those diuretic predicaments were going to be the death of him.
Luckily, it was RYOU who had to pick up:D Lucky, right?
Meanwhile, Ryou's cell phone rang. Ryou scrabbled for it, as it was somewhere on top of one of the counters. He reached it too late. "Darn." So he listened to his voice messages:D Hooray! An advancement in the plot! Woo-hoo! Finally.
"You have 7 new messages," his cell phone told him in a sexy, lubricious voice.
". Hi Carol!" Yes, Ryou named his cell phone Carol. Sad, ne?
"First message."
"Dear Mr. Bakura, we are calling to remind you that your subscription to Playboy magazine is about to run out."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" yelled Ryou. "Waaaaaait a second… I never subscribed to—"
"If you would like to renew this subscription, just call 1-800-411-6969. Thank you for 'pulling a Miroku' and subscribing!"
BEEP.
"Next message."
"O.O Ryou, there are owls!"
Ryou scowled. Bakura was leaving prank calls, was he? But it turned out that this was not quite the case, as Ryou's voice was limpidly distinguished as the other voice in the message.
"Bakura, I'm right here."
"OWLS, Ryou! Look at them. Turning their heads all the way around… it's like in Exorcist!"
"Bakuuuuuura, I'm right HERE! You're wasting my minutes!"
"Well, you're wasting my owls! Hey, can owls throw up like in Exorcist too?"
"There's a sequel to Exorcist?" Insert the sound of a newspaper page flipping. "How would you even know that? And why are you chucking my bagel at the window?"
"No, I mean 'too' as in also?"
"Pardon? Hey, whose number did you call, anyway? You're not supposed to call anybody anyway. Your parole officer--"
BEEP.
"—has skipped town," Ryou finished. "So everything is copacetic."
"Next message," purrrrrrred Carol.
", Okay hun!" Ryou listened up.
"Dear Bakura, this is the president of the Kentucky! DON'T SAY I DON'T EXIST! I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE! YOU OWE ME MONEY AND A FRANKFURTER AND A WIFE! AND A NEW WHITE HOUSE! Think you're just gonna come barging in with some dynamite and not have to pay, eh? Well you're WRONG! Bwahaha, bwahahahahaha! LONG LIVE RICHARD NIXON, AL GORE, AND CELINE DION!"
BEEP.
"Next message."
"Ryou! 'Tis Tea! How are you? I am fine! I am coloring in butterflies on my computer! Those colorful little bastards! He he he! So how are you? I was wondering if you knew where my chainsaw is? I seem to have misplaced it. Bombinating cutting bastard! He he he! So, drop me a line if you see it! Friends forever!"
BEEP.
Ryou heard a chainsaw revv upstairs. He sweat dropped. "Oh, Lordy Lordy, look what I found today!" he descried.
"Next message."
"This is… the Oracle. I predict… that, Malik will be raped by Joey in a Blockbuster. That will be his punishment for not going to Hollywood video. The Oracle… has… spoken…"
BEEP.
"That was so definitely Bakura's voice!" Ryou decried in Kim Possible's voice.
"NO IT WASN'T!" screamed Bakura from upstairs. Ryou sweat dropped.
"BAKA NO YAMI!"
"UNCUTE PRETTY BOY!"
"Eh…? BAKURA, YOU JERK!"
"URUSAI AKANE!"
Ryou sweat dropped. "Now I'm confused."
"Next message," continued Carol. The sound of a whipped cream container being shook up was heard in the background. "Me-yow."
"Ryou? Hi, this is your father. I realize that I don't call much, but I wanted to make sure of a few things. A-hem. So, here I go. First of all, are you wearing clean underwear every day? It's very unhealthy not to, you know. …Not to mention gross. Second, is Bakura under control? I saw something on the news about a chainsaw."
Ryou sweat dropped. "Don't," he mumbled deliriously, his palms all sweaty, "let me be the last to know./ Don't, hold back, just let it gooooo…"
"Uhm, third… listen, Ryou, you can tell your father anything, you know that? So I was just wondering… are you… are you gay? Because Amane said that you and Bakura – oh, never mind. She was probably lying. Yes, I am admitting that your little sister was spewed forth from the chthonic, amber foams of Heck. Um, fourth. Ryou, this is a very important question, so I want you to listen closely."
Ryou physically and mentally leaned towards his cell phone. "I'm listening, Dad," he said.
"Are you listening yet?"
"I just said that."
"WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?" Bakura shouted from upstairs.
"NOBODY, NOW GO AWAY!"
"FINE! BE THAT WAY!"
Ryou huffed. "I WILL!" A/N: Inside joke #2, between me and Marykins!
"…Do you know the muffin man? Well, I've got to get going… see ya!"
BEEP.
Ryou anime fainted. "WHO THE HECK IS THE MUFFIN MAN?" cried Ryou. Bakura stuck his head into the kitchen. "He lives on Dreary Lane, or something like that," Bakura said.
"You knew about this!" Ryou screamed in aggravation. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Why should I of?" Bakura asked curiously.
"Half the world already thinks we're gay! WE SHOULD TELL EACH OTHER THESE THINGS!" Ryou collapsed on Baku's shoulder and sobbed like an overworked woman who just found out that you can't have pension at the age of twenty-five.
"'Snot my day," Bakura observed. He patted Ryou on the back. "There there… I'll get rid of the awful phone for you." The Millennium Ring started to glow brilliantly, and pretty soon Ryou's phone imploded. Bakura smiled sympathetically at his hikari. "Better?" he asked. Ryou just broke down crying even harder, thinking of all the money that he would spend buying a new one. Then he calculated (while still hiccuping lachrymosely) how many cream puffs he couldn't buy with that money. Just then, Malik and Yugi tripped their way into the kitchen.
"I tripped over a penny!" Yugi declared.
"I tripped over Blade!" Malik cried.
"OWWWWWWWWCH!" screamed Blade.
"I tripped over the newest edition of Gamepro magazine!" Yugi asseverated.
"I tripped over a Ponyta!" Malik announced.
"Wouldn't that set stuff on fire, Malik?" Yugi said quizzically. Malik nodded happily.
"Flame good," he explicated. "Uhm, Bakura, why is Ryou crying?"
"Because he's British," Bakura stated. Malik sweat dropped. "That's not a good reason!"
Bakura smirked. "Then he's crying for your soul. You're going to be raped by Joey in a Blockbuster."
"NO! NOT IN A BLOCKBUSTER!" cried Malik dramatically. "–Wait, did you say by Joey?" Yugi looked doltishly dumbfounded. Yeah, right, like Joey was gay…
"Uh-huh." The spirit of the soi-disant Ring of Wisdom, the corners of his mouth folded up like origami into a huge, beaming, triumphant smile/smirk.
Malik fell to his knees.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOO!"
Bakura heard the soft sound of a belated beep.
"Total slaughter,
"Total slaughter,
"I won't leave a single man alive.
"La de da de dai, Genocide.
"La de da de duh, An ocean of blood.
"Let's begin the killing time."
The creepiest thing was, whoever was singing it sounded like Michael Jackson on helium, and they were singing it to the tune of one of the Zelda themes.
Malik, Yugi, Ryou and Bakura ran up the stairs screaming.