Whoop! My common tests are OVER. Officially. So that means you'll be getting updates until... er... a week before my mid-year exams. My mid year's in 4th December, and our beloved little "guide" will once again go on hiatus. Sorry 'bout that, but let me indulge in a few days of rest...

I've drawn up a list of ideas for my chapter, but this one was too good to resist. If you have any more ideas, write in and I'll check up against my little list and put that in... somehow. I keep thinking I've been missing a few vital Mary Sue characteristics...

Disclaimer: I don't Yu-Gi-Oh or any related materials. Except for piranha food (read: Mary Sue)

P.S. This is for Astarael's Get: I kinda got your question wrong, so I'm breaking all the rules and writing something up here. No, having fire powers would not make you a real life Mary Sue. It'd just make you a) really cool or b) freaky. That depends on people's opinions. On the other hand, you'd be safe from random attacks. I apologize for misreading your question, and I hope you don't mind.

A Dummy's Guide to Mary Sues

Mary Sues pick things up really quickly. That includes all skills, and show talent in all aspects of their life. That includes music, sports, languages, communication, and the such. Of course, the rival should not be forgotten and should interrupt as many romantic scenes in any way possible, whether logical or illogical.

A week after the rather "eventful" walk back home, Yami was walking about school with his gang of friends, chatting and gossiping joyfully (guys gossip. Brilliant.) until Yami heard some beautiful, flowing music which sounded a cross between a harp and a lyre. And the music that was played... it was like an angel who had taken infinite centuries of playing and was the chief musician of the choir. So curious, Yami and the gang wandered to the place where the golden chords of the music was playing, and the gang, other than Yami, promptly dropped down a plothole, and left Yami standing there alone in the room.

In the room was his beloved Marie, dressed in flowing robes of white, dazzling radiance, and a beautiful golden halo crowning her in all her beautiful glory. There were a pair of white feathery wings sprouting – ahem – protruding (gets glare from Marie) from her back. Even if Marie was beautiful, this made her stunningly gorgeously fantastically beautifully heavenly brilliantly vividly intensely tremendously extremely attractively strikingly unusually outstandingly noticeably wonderfully blissfully divinely beautiful.

"H-h-hi Marie," stuttered Yami, completely awestruck by his beloved's completely awe inspiring appearance. You could actually hear the angels chanting the alleluia this time – they were praising her for being so beautiful. Marie turned and flashed him yet another blinding smile, this time further enhanced by the radiant glow reflecting off her perfectly white teeth which looked like pearls bathed in milk.

"Hey Yami," she greeted back in her most musical and beautiful voice that Yami had ever heard in his life. His heart went back to hammering frantically against his ribs. She's so damn beautiful that even Hathor would be ashamed of herself and kill herself right now and here.

"W-w-what's up?" he asked as he approached Marie, shielding his eyes from the all-too-beautiful-and-radiant-and-dazzling-and-divine-and-bright-and-glowing-and- celestial light. Marie smiled and snapped her fingers, and quite suddenly, she was back to her stunning and gorgeous self again. Not that she wasn't gorgeous when she wasn't in her angelic form.

"Nothing much, Yami," she said sweetly. "I'm practicing my harp here. You see, there was a harp which suddenly came down from this black space and I picked it up and this tune just flowed from my fingers," she explained patiently.

"Wow, you're talented," remarked Yami, his face going so red that even a tomato paled by comparison next to his face.

"It's strange really. I mean, whatever I lay my hands on, I seem to be able to use them with greatest ease. For example, when I was only two weeks old, my parents were still alive and they set me at a grand concert piano. And for some odd reason, I began to play the Nutcracker theme by Tschaikovsky. My parents were thrilled and ever since I began to play the piano. Another time I first set my hands on a violin when I was just one and I played a violin concerto. That's odd, isn't it, Yami-kins?" Yami shook his head somewhat vaguely.

"It's just proof of your divine talents and beauty," he gushed. Marie went over and kissed him on the cheek and Yami was left in a stupor.

"Then there's the other time when I went ice skating the other time when I was six with my instructor in a pretty little skating dress – you know, the little pink tutu with butterflies and flowers on it? You haven't seen it? I must show you some time. Anyway, I did a butterfly spin and I was in the newspapers immediately the next day." Yami smiled, still dazed by Marie's kiss.

"I wish I could see that," he murmured. Marie sashayed really close to him and whispered.

"No wonder I love you so much, Yami. You're sooo sweet." She kissed him and the two began to kiss each other passionately when Anzu dropped down right in front of them down a plot hole.

"You! Stupid man-eater!" she screamed. The kissing couple broke apart and suddenly Marie had a murderous glow in her eyes.

"What is it, girl?" she asked. Anzu advanced towards Marie, shaking a fist at her pretty face.

"You get your hands off my Yami now or you'll pay!" she cried. Marie narrowed her eyes and conjured up some flames, vines, lightning, water, and used her brilliant telekinetic powers to levitate a piano which had quite conveniently dropped out of another plothole yet again..

"He's taken and he's mine," she hissed murderously. When Anzu tried to punch her, Marie brought the entire piano crashing down.

"Come on Yami," she said, all sweetness again. "Let's go." Yami, completely oblivious to the trapped Anzu underneath the piano, smiled and took Marie's hand and left with her.

"I will make you pay, Marianne Cinderella Jadis –gasp- Tinkerbell Glamour Cherry Blossom –gasp-Fortuna!" screamed Anzu, as she and the piano were both sucked up into a black hole which had appeared in the ceiling.

Well, sorry about that single point here. I'm saving up for the larger bombshells which are now currently in production stage… Sorry to all Yami fans about the "Yami-kins" bit. It sounded too good to be put in…

Hope you all liked the plotholes and my twisted sense of humour. Yes, the plotholes will be making a lot of appearances in this entire story… you can count them if you like and tell me how many did you count.

Reviews are greatly appreciated, and as usual, I hope you got your own share of laughs and enjoyed this chapter.