Woot! I got like, 4 reviews in one day. - Huzzah! So, I'm updating this now as a taken of my appreciation. Anyway, so let's recap: Yugi kissed Marik, and then Yugi got pissed. Why? Where does Yugi get off? Oh, don't you just WISH you knew. . . You'll find out. Soon. I believe I got some new reviewers now. Thanks to you guys! I think you'll know who you are?
(chews on cookies given to her by Sister to the Egyptian Psychos) Mmmm. . . coooookie-ness!)
The Cookie Crisp lawyers: (give me a sharp look)
Hey, hey! I didn't say it! I said 'cookie-NESS.' Now beat it. I also don't own YGO.
The Cookie Crisp lawyers: (power-walk away and grumble)
Much in the manner of an animal that had been left on its belly, Marik clawed himself into an upright position. He rushed to the door. He called out Yugi's name.
The addressee was already halfway down the steps. He refused to turn around just yet. "WHAT?" he shouted, obviously very cheesed off.
"Why did you steal five bucks from Malik?"
Yugi glared at his feet. "To be different!" he shouted. He looked up. Some woman was hanging lingerie from her apartment. She stared at him. In an effort to appear busy, Yugi stared back scathingly. This old woman was anorexic skinny, but still beautiful in a frail way, with shimmering gray hair down to her knees. However, let's remember that she was old, dagnabbit. To be frank here: her sight was goin'. Yugi glared back at her, and she cringed, probably thinking he was some sort of unusually large, talking bird.
He turned to Marik, bellicose. "Why did you threaten me in front of Joey?"
"To be mean!"
Yugi fell over. The force of Marik's frank, blunted response had caused him to sweat drop. But soon afterward he growled, and the sweat drop boiled and the fizzled, finally making a loud popping noise as it exploded out of existence. "Baka!"
"Why did you kiss me?" Marik said, softer, but loud enough for Yugi (and the woman, who know looked at Marik, whom she thought was a very large Doberman) to hear him.
"To be. . . to be. . . Argh! It's obvious, baka!" Yugi shouted.
Liar! You didn't even know yourself and— Yugi squished the thought with his mind and tossed it away, yelling, "Are so. . . stupido. . . I think!" Wow, great job. That's not even a complete sentence.
He reddened. I had my conscience. Yugi turned and darted down the alley. . . and all the way home. Like a little piggy. A little piggy with a confusing homosexual back story. O.o; Marik didn't follow after him. Instead, Marik just stared at the wall across the street like it had kicked him. He was the piggy that ate roast beef. :) Meat! Unfortunately, you can't talk when you're eating roast beef. . . and Marik had choked.
"DAMN IT!" Yugi screamed as soon as he got home. His grandpa dropped a board game he was holding. Dice, cards and a spinner made a tumult on the floor.
"Yugi, why did you say—"
"What is it, Grandpa?" Yugi griped loudly and petulantly.
The old man's affable eyes grew wide, and even fearful, for Yugi had never, so far as he could remember, come home in such a sour mood since that one time his shoe had been eaten during baseball season by another kid in the fourth grade. But those days were over now, and in these days, Yugi Motou did not come home acting like he owned the world and everybody was supposed to get out of the way for him. It was only natural for Yugi's grandfather to act according to the outrageous nature of this strange outburst, although he did so very meekly, in a way that radiated timidity more than it did paternalism.
"Er, Yugi, what's the mat—" But his efforts were crushed.
"Nothing!" Yugi stormed all the way to his room and slammed the door shut. Solomon's eyes enlarged. He was incredibly startled by his grandson's overly harsh tone and lack of propriety. (VOCABULARY MAN, AWAY! . . .School's inside joke.) Yugi wasn't one to swear. Ever. Of course, he didn't know about New Yugi, or about Marik, or about Tea's assumptions.
"Who was that?" Yami asked, coming into the room. He was polishing his Millennium Puzzle, something he had taken to doing lately. Lately the Pharaoh had been complaining that it wasn't shining as much as it used to, as if something it had once possessed had flittered out of it, a gossamer emotion or a petite ghost. Something had left it less shiny; it didn't feel complete, and it hadn't for the past couple of weeks. Just long enough ago when Yugi started to lose faith in him — and in the Puzzle. "Somebody come in to complain about something we sold?"
Grandpa narrowed his eyes at Yami. "I sold it; you haven't even been home all week. And that… that thing, that was my Yugi. Go and talk to him. I can't, he might bite me. He did it once in the fourth grade. I still have the scar," he added, grumbling. "Stupid shoe-eating kid making my grandson act violent. . ."
Yami blinked, trying to understand what the old man was saying. After several minutes of thinking about shoes, he decided that the best way to find out would be to check out for himself. So he obediently marched faithfully upstairs to Yugi's bedroom. He opened the door to the sight of Yugi biting his pillow. Yami knew Yugi only did this when we was insanely angry and feeling rabid himself. The only other times he had ever done if were, once because of Kaiba, and twice because of Tea. But Yugi was crying at the same time.
"Yugi, what on Earth—"
"SHUT UP!"
Yami fell over. "What did you say to me?" he asked, frazzled. Yugi glared at him. Yami had never seen such bitterness in Yugi's eyes. At first he thought maybe Yugi had been possessed, but a quick soul check told him he was wrong.
"I told you to shut up, baka-me!" Yugi lambasted.
"Yugi, what's going on? You don't swear—"
"I swear a lot lately. You wouldn't know, would you? You're too busy hanging out with Tristan and Duke and all of your friends to take any notice of your surroundings! I—I could be dating Marik and you wouldn't have any idea!"
"I hope not," Yami chuckled. Yugi's stare was deadly. "So, um. Why are you sad? I'm sorry, I'll pay more attention to you from now on."
"Okay, but. . ." Yugi propped himself up with one elbow. He now took on the air of one bored with a certain conversation, who continued the conversation only because it was glib, not because it was interesting. "I'm not telling you. And don't read my mind, either. That would be cheating. Why don't you find out why I'm upset the way normal people do?"
"How do they do that?" Yami wondered aloud.
Yugi glared. "They figure it out for themselves!" He pressed his face against the pillow. The fabric was soft and smooth. . .
Just forget all about him. You don't have to think about him if you don't want to… and at any rate, you can cry yourself to sleep histrionically; act dramatic. Yugi sighed—or was that a yawn? No, he wasn't feeling sleepy yet. . .! He was too busy hating Marik. . .! The New Yugi would act dramatic. . .
He passed out almost instantly after that thought.