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'The voice in my head thinks you're a little strange.'
Jaw tightening in anger, Yami glared down at the seemingly innocent piece of glue-backed paper. It wasn't a T-shirt this time, but a bumper sticker. Never mind the fact that he didn't have a car; the message itself was still irritating.
"Yami." Yugi scowled at him. "You're going to crack your teeth if you keep grinding them together like that."
"My teeth are fabricated from magic; I can fix them with a little time in the Shadow Realm," Yami gritted out. "What in Ra's name has Bakura started?"
"Bakura?" Yugi asked, bemused. "I think I'm missing something; I know he sent you this, but what…"
Sighing heavily, Yami hopped up to perch on the desk in front of Yugi, who was sitting in the chair. He tossed the bumper sticker away, neither knowing nor caring where it landed. "Remember that shirt he gave me for our birthday, aibou?"
Yugi nodded. "You were irritated by that, if I recall," he added dryly.
"And then I got him back by giving him one," Yami agreed. "And he got mad and had Ryou give one to Malik, who sent one to Kaiba, who sent one to Duke, which pissed off Tristan, so he went after Noah–"
"Now, wait a minute, Noah is in a computer; how could Tristan give him a T-shirt?" Yugi protested.
"It wasn't a T-shirt, it was a series of e-mails," Yami explained. "Anyway, no one knows for sure, but it's generally accepted that Noah couldn't figure out who sent those e-mails, which is why he was in a right snit for several weeks."
Nodding, Yugi said, "I remember that."
"And Bakura was feeling rather smug and full of himself because no one had come after him since I did, so he just decided to piss off someone that no one liked, which is why Pegasus ended up in the hospital," Yami continued.
Yugi winced. "The message scarred his psyche that badly?"
"No," Yami said slowly, obviously reluctant to impart his knowledge on this particular matter. "He ended up there for back strain – something about bending into positions he shouldn't be in and staying there for too long."
Both Yami and Yugi grimaced at the connotations of that piece of information.
"Anyway, so Pegasus didn't retaliate against anyone, but Duke was still mad, and while Tristan went after Noah, he got Marik and Malik again, and they sent me this," Yami finished.
A slightly awed expression flitted across Yugi's face. "Wow," he breathed. "It's like some sort of insult chain letter." He giggled. "Pretty soon everyone we know will be in on it."
His lover's words caused Yami to look thoughtful. "You know," he mused. "No one's gotten any of the girls yet."
"True," Yugi agreed. "But do we really want to drag them into this?"
Yami smirked. "Why not? You said it's just harmless fun, right?"
Yugi nodded. "Right…"
"And girls just wanna have fun – and so do I," Yami pronounced, pouncing on his lover.
Downstairs in the Game Shop, the sounds of riotous happy giggles could be heard, followed by rather lusty moans. Solomon Moto just smiled and shook his head, turning up the radio to drown out the noises coming from his grandson's bedroom. This wasn't the first Yugi and Yami's fun had gotten loud. And it most likely wouldn't be the last.
"Teenage hormones," Solomon sighed. "Ah, those were the days…"