DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH! (WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO KEEP REMINDING MYSELF OF THAT? SOBS) THERE PROBABLY WON'T BE ANY YAOI BUT IF THERE IS THEN I'LL WARN YOU, BUT THIS IS RATED FOR SAFETY JUST IN CASE.
THE MINI YAMI ADVENTURES
A short note from the Yamis
Bakura: Hey there dudes and dudettes! We, the utterly fabulous Yamis, have a little disclaimer of our own isn't that right guys!"
A non-interested chorus of "Yeah."
Bakura: Ok then. You should not read this fic:
Marik: If you are of a nervous disposition (We tend to be unnecessarily violent and blow things up every now and then.
Yami: If you are pregnant.
Bakura: Huh? Whats being pregnant got to do with reading this?
Yami: I dunno. Pregnant people just piss me off; they're all PMS-ish and shit.
Marik: Correct-a-mundo! …a word I've never used before… and hopefully never will again…
Bakura: If you don't like bad language (we have serious cases of verbal dyhorrea) p.s. I am very sorry if I spelt dyhorrea wrong. I forgot to say that none of us could spell.
Marik, Yami and Bakura: SHIT, PISS, FUCK, CUNT, COCK-SUCKER, MOTHER-FUCKER, TITS, FART, TURD AND TWAT!
Fliceru01: Hey! You've probably scared everyone off! No one will want to read this bloody thing now! I was hoping they were blissfully ignorant about what idiots you all are… Meh… I think that's enough disclaimers for now. Please try you're hardest to enjoy this fic… it'll probably be excruciating after listening to that lot.