MY Life, MY Rules!

by Miriku-'-'-Yami no Hikari

One girl is simply trying to watch the Saturday morning episode of YuGiOh. There's nothing supernatural or strange about that, is there? Well, think again, because YUGIOH is coming to HER! [YamixOC, RyouxOC, KaibaxOC, BakuraxOC, MalikxOC, YuugixOC]

2. Spells and Disguises

Spells and Disguises

The six of them stared at me. "There's…no way for us to get home?" Yuugi asked quietly. His voice sounded a little sad.

"I'm not sure," I replied. "There may be, but I don't have the slightest idea as to what it might be."

Kaiba rolled his eyes. "Well, we're here now, so I suppose we'll just have to make the best of it."

"That's the first intelligent thing he's said all day!" Malik muttered audibly to Bakura. The whole room—except Kaiba—collapsed into laughter.

When I finally recovered, I realized we had a problem. I told them as much, too.

"You guys might not be from the most popular anime around," I explained, "but it's a rare person who doesn't at least know what you look like. It would look pretty weird if I were seen walking around with some anime characters in tow. Second, there's the problem of insane fan girls trying to glomp you."

Yuugi, Kaiba, and Ryou paled. "Here, too?"

"Here, too." I elbowed Malik, who was laughing his head off. "We need a way to disguise you guys."

Bakura snorted. "If we could get his highness-ness' and the brat's hair to cooperate, we wouldn't need disguises!"

"Hey!" Yuugi and Yami exclaimed, while Malik, Ryou, and I collapsed into yet another fit of laughter. Kaiba just rolled his eyes.

Bakura suddenly looked up. "I could just send them to the Shadow realm, couldn't I?"

"Bakura!" Ryou exclaimed.

I sighed ruefully. "I wouldn't have a problem with it. In fact, the problem lies in my wanting to kick every insane fangirl on this planet to the Shadow Realm—the less of those freaks are around, the better. But that would cause even more trouble."

Bakura's ears pricked up at that. "Good! Trouble and chaos are tools of my trade!"

I sweatdropped, shaking my head. "The answer is no, Bakura—I can't get any more blunt."

Bakura let out an over-dramatic sigh. "Ah, well…you can't win every battle!"

Yami smirked. "You're right—you can't!"

"Why, you little—"

Suddenly, the screen began to glow again. A large, leather-bound tome shot out of the TV, whapping Bakura in the side of the head before he could lunge towards Yami.

"OWW! Oh, that son of a—"

I snatched up the book before Bakura could get it, seeing as how he had a murderous look in his eyes, and looked at it. It was as thick as the book Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (which, as any true HP fan knows, is the thickest book yet of the series), and the black leather was cracked with age.

"It's a spell book," Yuugi commented, as I flipped through the pages.

"How do you know?" Bakura asked testily, gingerly rubbing the side of his head.

"Because it says so right there," Yuugi replied patiently, pointing to the binding. Sure enough, words in peeling gold ink read 'Spells'.

"Whatever," Bakura muttered.

I flipped through the pages. "This should do nicely—it's an illusion spell. All I have to do is say the words, and this'll make you look like someone else. It can only be done one at a time, though—unless you're like Yami or Bakura, and practically the same person as someone else." I looked up at them. "So, who wants to go first?"

There was a lot of nervous shuffling from everyone except Kaiba. Even Bakura didn't look to keen on having the spell put on him.

Malik stepped forward. "I suppose I'll go first, then. Hit me."

"Everyone better stand back," I warned, and proceeded to read off the spell. As the book instructed, I envisioned how I wanted him to look. There was a blinding flash of light—and when it faded, Malik looked different.

He was wearing the same clothes, but they looked different—the shirt had expanded to fit his broader shoulders, and things like that. His tan was much deeper, and his hair was more of a sandy brown that blond. His eyes were still the same shade of lavender purple.

Malik looked in the nearby mirror, and laughed. "I think I could get to like this body!" His voice sounded the same, as well.

I grinned. "I'm glad you like it. It took me a while to think that up."

Malik blanched. "You mean you get to decide what we look like?"

I nodded, still grinning. "Don't worry, though—I won't turn any of you into anything insane. Except Kaiba, maybe."

Everyone collapsed into laughter again. Kaiba just rolled his eyes and muttered something about crazy girls in Japanese.

Malik suddenly let out a little cry. "Where's my Millennium Rod! I can feel it in my pocket—but where is it!"

I grinned. "When you're wearing the illusion, your Millennium Items can't be seen by anyone—and only you can feel them."

Yuugi nodded. "Smart little trick, that."

Ryou finally nodded. "I guess Bakura and I can go next."

They two of them stepped forward, and I read off the spell again. I already had it planned out what I wanted them to look like.

When I was finished, the two of them could have passed for twins—which was actually the entire point. Both had pale blond hair, lanky bodies, a finely bronze tan, and a few freckles across their noses. Once again, I left the clothes, eyes, and voices the same.

Hey, I had to be able to recognize them somehow.

Bakura looked in the mirror, his amber eyes glinting with mischief. "Not bad, I suppose."

I bowed to him. "Your opinion means the world to me, O mighty Tomb Robber."

Everyone—including Bakura and once again excluding Kaiba—burst out laughing again.

"Your turn!" Malik announced, pushing Kaiba towards me.

Kaiba rolled his eyes. "If you insist."

As I read the spell again, I had the urge to put Yami's hair on him, but fought it down.

His hair was now a bit longer, and jet black. It still came to a point at the back, though. He was a bit thinner. His skin was even paler, if that was possible.

All he said when he looked in the mirror was, "I suppose this'll do." Once again, I got the strong urge to screw with him a little and give him Yami's hair.

"I guess we're next," Yuugi said cheerily, causing Yami to sweatdrop.

I read off the incantation again—and this time, I had what I thought was the cutest thing in mind.

When I was finished, they looked almost completely different. Both of them were taller—Yuugi was my height, while Yami was a few inches taller than normal. Yami was a bit more muscular, whereas Yuugi was wiry and thin. And they both had short, flaming red hair—which was a mistake on Yuugi's part, seeing as how I left his eyes their natural shade of amethyst.

Yami—whose eyes were still as crimson as his hair—winced. "Look in the mirror, Yuugi."

Yuugi did so. "Well. That's…a strange combination."

I shrugged. "Hey. Sue me."

I looked at them, then at Ryou and Bakura. "This is how I had it planned out. Ryou, Bakura—you guys are supposed to be twins. Yami, you're Yuugi's older brother. Got it?" The four of them nodded.

Bakura sniggered. "This should be fun—Ryou and I can use our mind link to do that thing where we finish each other's sentences! It's a classic!"

I sweatdropped. "If you insist. Now, we have two more problems. First off, what the heck am I supposed to do with this stupid book?"

Suddenly, it began to shrink, until it was about the size of one of the YuGiOh TCG instruction booklets.

"Well, that's convenient," I muttered, slipping it into my pocket. "Problem two; I only have the couch and the guest room. That's two places to sleep. There are six of you. Do the math."

Malik blanched. "Four of us are gonna have to sleep on the floor!"

"Not if I have anything to say about it," I countered. "All I have to do is go on AIM and look for my buddies. I can call them over, and some of you can go to their houses."

Yuugi thought a moment. "What if they don't believe you?"

I shrugged. "They're always looking for a chance to come over to my apartment. This'll give them one, whether they believe me or not. None of them are insane fangirls, so don't chew me out, 'kay? Now, let's go—to the rec room!"

I darted over to the rec room, the others following. Carefully edging my way around piles of junk, I sat down in front of the computer and proceeded to boot it up. That done, I turned on the AIM.

"Well, this is convenient!" I exclaimed, surprised. Nearly everybody was there. I entered my penname—YamiNoHikari.

"Yami no hikari…" Yuugi mused. "Light of darkness…"

I shrugged. "I figured it had a nice ring to it." I hit log in, and called a conference. After a few seconds, the indicators popped up, and our little conference began.

YamiNoHikari: Heya, guys! Wazzup?

TeenTitanTerra: Hey, Miri! Ah…guys? What is up?

Obelisk318: Not much over here. We're all on because we're bored with the world of nature. You?

DeanThomas: Probably bored out of her mind. All she has to do is watch anime and read manga…O.O

/YamiNoHikari deathglares

WAFFLES: Hey! Manga is good and good for you!

Obelisk318: You'd think you were on anime withdrawal, Dean…

TeenTitanTerra: Besides, this from mister InuYasha-obsessed.

DeanThomas: . Shut up…

YamiNoHikari: Where's Dustil?

WAFFLES: Who knows? Maybe eating breakfast…maybe he's eating waffles! Mmm…

YamiNoHikari: --;

TeenTitanTerra: --;

DeanThomas: --;

Obelisk318: --;

WAFFLES: What's wrong with you guys? Waffles are cool!

/MidgetOfDarkness has entered

MidgetOfDarkness: Hey, people! What did I miss? I just got out of the shower, and had a conference call!

TeenTitanTerra: The only thing you missed was Merekai being weird…oh, and Miri trying to kill Dean.

MidgetOfDarkness: LOL, like that's anything new.

Obelisk318: Yeah—those two are always at each other's throats!

/YamiNoHikari deathglares

/DeanThomas deathglares

Obelisk318: Oh no! Not the virtual deathglare! I'm so scared!

MidgetOfDarkness: Anywho, lead, what did you want?

YamiNoHikari: Dustil, I've asked you more than once not to call me 'lead'.

/MidgetOfDarkness shrugs

YamiNoHikari: Would you guys believe me if I told you that YuGiOh was cancelled this morning, I yelled at the TV, and it responded by spitting out six of the characters?

DeanThomas: No.

TeenTitanTerra: Knowing you…

WAFFLES: Umm…42?

MidgetOfDarkness: That would be cool!

Obelisk318: The yelling at the TV part I can believe. But are you sure you aren't hallucinating or something?

(I pinched Malik in the arm. He yelped, jumping back a foot or so. "What was that for!")

YamiNoHikari: No, I'm not hallucinating. I just pinched Malik, and he seems real enough.

("Thanks a lot!" Malik grumbled, cradling his arm. "Now that you're sure we aren't figments of you're imagination!")

DeanThomas: No. It's impossible. It's just plain impossible.

("He'd give Kaiba a run for his money in the skepticism department," I commented, earning me a glare from said CEO and several sniggers.)

TeenTitanTerra: Shove it, skeptic.

Obelisk318: I couldn't have said it better, Terra.

YamiNoHikari: If you don't want to believe me, fine. Stay home. I came on here because I wanted you to meet them, but if you really want to be difficult…

WAFFLES: Hmm…who's over there?

("Spoken like a true believer!" Bakura said dramatically.)

YamiNoHikari: Yuugi, Yami, Ryou, Bakura, Malik, and Kaiba.

DeanThomas: Wait a sec. Aren't Yuugi and Yami the same person? And Ryou and Bakura?

("What!" Bakura exclaimed. He pointed at Ryou. "How could that baka think I'm the same person as him?")

MidgetOfDarkness: Dude, even you should know that just because they share the same body doesn't make them the same person!

DeanThomas: Yeah, yeah.

YamiNoHikari: Well? Who's coming?

WAFFLES: Me! Me! I'm coming! I'll be there!

/WAFFLES signoff

MidgetOfDarkness: My leader has summoned me. I shall obey her call. Besides, this could get interesting.

/MidgetOfDarkness signoff

Obelisk318: I have got to see this. Be there in a bit.

/Obelisk318 signoff

TeenTitanTerra: Let me get some day-wear on, and I'll be right over. Ja ne!

/TeenTitanTerra signoff

YamiNoHikari: Well, Dean? You coming?

DeanThomas: Everyone else is, so I suppose I'll have to.

/DeanThomas signoff

/YamiNoHikari signoff

I pushed back from the computer. "Done," I announced. "They should be arriving shortly. And now, to take off your disguises."

Malik stared at me. "Take them off? But aren't we supposed to keep them on?"

I rolled my eyes. "Hel-lo! Earth to Malik! These guys are supposed to know who you are—I told you that they're not insane fangirls!"

"…Oh."

Bakura whapped him on the back of the head. "Pay attention next time, baka Gravekeeper," he growled.

Malik gingerly rubbed the back of his head, glowering at Bakura.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the book of spells, which immediately grew to its original size, and found the page with the disguising spell.

"All right. To take off the spell, all I have to do is say aperio. Then to put it back on is dissimulo."

"That sounds Latin," Malik commented.

I rolled my eyes. "It is Latin."

Bakura knocked Malik on the back of the head again.

"Hey! Quit that!"

"It's not my fault you're being stupid."

"Why, you little—!"

Yami grabbed both of them by the scruffs of their necks. "Be kind, one unto the other!"

Bakura spat at his feet. "Damn pharaoh! You always have to ruin my fun!"

Yami shrugged, and dropped them. They scrambled to their feet, still glaring at each other.

"Will you just get on with it already?"

Everyone started. Kaiba had been so quiet that we'd forgotten he was there.

I nodded. "Right—they'll be here soon. Now…aperio!"

There was a flicker of light, and the six of them were back to normal.

Yuugi fingered his bangs, grinning. "I was starting to miss this hair."

Everyone sweatdropped.

"Well," I finally said into the silence, "I guess all we have to do now is wait for my friends to show up!"