Hhhhhho man. I got volume 25!!! (cough, cough) Otherwise known by the Shounen Jump company as, "Yugioh DUELIST: volume 18!!! YAY!!! Let's go edit out some cuss words!!" (sniff) Shounen Jump used to be so good… (shows mention of condoms and use of words like DAMN and HELL in first volume) Then it began to suck. Well, (beeeeeep) (beep) UP OUR (beep) YOU F(beep)ING (beep) S(beep)ERS!!!
Anywho, it had the Yami no Malik taking over Malik's body and Mai verses Yami no Malik battle!!!! (squeals with fangirl delight) Yum… Yami no Malik is SO F(beep)CKING AWESOME!!! (swoons) Not as totally amazing as Yami no Bakura but he'll have a very very special place in my heart, next to Malik, of course. (cough)
I got to write a fic where Yami no Malik's the big bad guy… NOW!!!
READERS: But Yamihitokiri! You're already in the midst of writing 3 other fics!!
Yamihitokiri: F(beep)CK!!!
F(beep)cking read it. Bas(beep)ds.
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Chyaputa 3: Telephone
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"Only two more months!" Jounouchi announced proudly as he, Yugi, Honda and Anzu walked down the sidewalk. "And we'll be sitting in the eighth row, of the Domino Auditorium! Barely feet away from the stage!"
"Or at least compared to those losers who buy their tickets last minute," Honda said grinning, holding his ticket in his hand as though it were made of pure gold. Anzu kissed hers repeatedly and then promptly stuffed it inside her shirt. Yugi stared transfixed at his ticket as he walked. Eighth row really wasn't all that bad. Yugi was practically glowing with happiness as skipped down the street and placed his ticket lovingly in the pocket of his jeans. Convincing his grandfather hadn't been that hard, it had been his mother who had been the most resistant. For some reason the idea of letting Yugi go to a concert was equivalent to releasing her "little angel" to a pack of wolves. It had taken both Yugi and grandfather long painful hours to convince her otherwise.
"Hey, let's celebrate!" Jounouchi cried. "Where shall we go?"
"How about that new pizza place that just opened up?" Yugi suggested pointing to a small restaurant across the street, called the Pizza Palace.
"Excellent idea!" Honda exclaimed and they all walked across the street. As they entered, Jounouchi scurried into the line behind a man and his daughter. "What will it be? Mind you, after buying my ticket I don't really have any more money."
"I got some," Yugi said searching his pockets to find some loose change. "Not a lot though."
"Thank you and have a great day," a bored yet extremely familiar voice said as the man and his child left. Jounouchi and Honda stepped up to the counter, looked up and gaped openly.
"Ryou?" Honda questioned as though he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Ryou, standing behind the counter in a striped white and red apron and matching hat, looked quite startled.
"What are you doing here?" Anzu asked amazed.
"What do you think I'm doing here?" Ryou hissed, lowering his voice and glancing nervously behind him to see if any of his coworkers were eavesdropping. "I told you guys I had to get a job. Remember that guy stole all my school stuff."
"But I thought you already bought new stuff," Jounouchi said. Ryou's face tightened.
"Yes, well… I just would like a little extra money, okay," he finished shortly, not looking at his friends. "Just don't talk it too loudly, I don't want my boss to find out I'm not eighteen. Now are you going to buy something or not?" Jounouchi, Honda, Yugi and Anzu all looked at each other very puzzled.
"Well, you see," Jounouchi continued. "We just went out and bought tickets to that Descendants of Ra concert and we don't really have enough money for a whole pizza…" Jounouchi said awkwardly, eyes pleading. "Since we're such good friends, how about giving us one on the house, huh?" Ryou frowned and then sighed.
"Fine, fine," he admitted. "I give you one pizza on the house." Jounouchi and Honda both did a sort of a silent cheer. "What do you want on it?"
"Everything!" Honda cried. "Thanks Ryou, you're the best!"
"Let's get a table," Anzu urged and pushed Honda and Jounouchi along, away from the counter. Yugi remained behind, still looking up at Ryou.
"What is it Yugi?" Ryou asked, typing the order into the cash register.
"Why do you need the money Ryou?" Yugi asked softly, so that Jounouchi and the others couldn't over hear. Ryou's face fell.
"My father…" Ryou began solemnly, not looking at his caring friend. "I haven't heard from my dad in six months. The last check I received from him didn't even have a note attached. I didn't think much of it until the money stopped coming."
"That's terrible!" Yugi hissed sympathetically. "Do you have any idea where he is?"
Ryou delicately shook his head. "No, and I don't have any way of contacting him so I can't exactly ask why no more money is coming." Though he bent his head over the register, Yugi could see Ryou's brown eyes shining with suppressed emotion. "I'm already behind in my rent for the apartment, and I had to go into my collage saving account just to buy food last week."
"God, Ryou, I'm so sorry," said Yugi sincerely. "Maybe something happened to your dad! Maybe that's why he can't send anything."
Ryou's mouth hardened. "You shouldn't worry. He probably just forgot," he muttered in a tone Yugi had never heard his friend use before. His voice was chilly, it made Yugi shiver. "But… If I run out of money in my saving account, what will I do?" he asked now sounding really desperate.
"Don't worry, Ryou," Yugi reassured his friend, placing a hand on his shoulder. "If you do run out of money, you can stay at my place! I promise. Jii-chan and Kaa-chan won't mind, they love you!" Ryou tried a lopsided smile.
"Thanks, but I wouldn't want to be a burden," Ryou said rubbing his tired eyes. "I'll figure this out on my own." Yugi nodded. "I'll call you when the pizza's ready."
"Okay," Yugi said. "And Ryou." Ryou looked up from the counter. "You know we'll never let anything happen to you." Yugi said gesturing towards the rest of their friends. Ryou nodded and went back to work.
(3.15)
"Good lord, have you learned nothing?!" Bakura cried angrily. "We're in 4/4 time, idiot! Not 2/2!"
"What the hell is the difference!?!" Mariku exclaimed harshly, brandishing his drumsticks at the white haired man.
"Could everyone, please stop yelling?" Malik pleaded, getting frustrated and rubbing his temples.
"Maybe I wouldn't have to if this dolt would learn how to play! How hard are the drums anyway!?!" Bakura screeched, throwing his hands up over his head.
"I'd like to see you try!" Mariku spat.
"Oh yes, quite complicated," Bakura growled scathingly. "Lifting your hand up over and over again in rhythm! Oh, the horror!" Mariku's mouth was twitching into a snarl. "You've got the easy job, I'm the one who has to memorize all the cords and fingerings! You can't just pick up a guitar and start playing it!" Bakura shouted.
"You like the drums so much!" Mariku threatened standing up. "Go ahead and take them!" He picked up a large symbol and chucked it at Bakura's head. Bakura dodged it wildly, arms flying up over his guitar.
"You bastard! You almost hit my instrument!" Bakura shrieked, white hair flying.
"Well, I'm going," Atemu sighed in defeat, although his comment went quite unnoticed. "Good night to you all." And he got up and left the room. As he made to close the door behind him, Malik stepped out of it.
"You going to bed too?" Atemu asked. Malik nodded.
"It's too loud in there anyway," Malik said. The two of them walked down the hall in silence.
'I wonder if Yugi sent me anything,' Atemu thought as he started thinking of checking his email before he went to bed. Atemu yawned and noticed Malik was watching him out of the corner of his eye.
"What is it?" Atemu asked curiously.
"Oh nothing…" Malik said, still staring at him with his bright violet eyes. "Um, Atemu...?" he began nervously.
"Yeah," Atemu answered, wondering if he had left his computer on or not.
"We're have some free time in New York tomorrow. Do you want to go look at the sights… with me?" the Egyptian asked awkwardly, not looking at him, hands twisting at his sides.
'I wonder if Yugi would be on this late at night…' Atemu pondered. It was only one o'clock in the morning. Atemu sighed, slightly depressed.
"Um… Atemu did you hear me?" Malik asked.
"What? Oh sorry Malik, I'm really tired," Atemu explained.
"Do you want to go look at the sights with me tomorrow?" Malik repeated, more firmly.
'Tomorrow is Sunday, Yugi has school off on Sundays…' Atemu thought.
"I don't know. I was planning to sleep in tomorrow. Not that America's not a great place but I've seen it all before," Atemu explained as they reached their separate rooms in the American hotel they were staying at. "Well, good night Malik." Atemu opened the door to his room and stepped inside.
"Night…" Malik said weakly as the door was shut.
Atemu walked immediately over to his computer and was surprised to Yugi still online.
YaminoOji676: I'd thought you'd be in bed by now
GemuMasuta52: In bed? Its 2 in the afternoon
YaminoOji676: O
YaminoOji676: I forgot about the time difference
YaminoOji676: its Sunday in Japan then?
GemuMasuta52: Right
YaminoOji676: Why aren't you outside doing something or hanging with your friends?
Not that Atemu actually wanted Yugi outside; he was glad Yugi was there, talking to him.
GemuMasuta52: We have a big project due on Monday theyr all working on that
GemuMasuta52: Besides I wanted to talk to you
Atemu's chest swelled with happiness. He couldn't have slept now if he had wanted to.
GemuMasuta52: So hows america?
YaminoOji676: pretty much like the last time I was here
(3.32)
When Ryou had finally returned from work, a greenish glow was lingering on the edge of the horizon. He didn't even bother to check what time it was; after all he really didn't want to know. He yawned and decided he'd try to finish his homework tomorrow during lunch. Ryou dropped his work uniform on the floor as he entered his small dark apartment that he lived in by himself. He was used to the silence by now.
The white haired boy walked passed his dresser to get to his bed and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror hanging above it. His white hair was messy and untidy as usual. He took off the Pizza Palace's uniform hat and tried to flatten it down, plastering the snow-white locks to his head.
Then his eyes met the dresser's surface.
Something that should have been there wasn't.
Ryou moved stuff around but still couldn't find what he was looking for. He looked frantically in the drawers, slightly panicked now, but it was no where to be found.
"No, no, no, no," Ryou chanted, pulling random stuff out of the drawers and throwing it all over the floor.
'Stop,' he ordered himself stepping away from his search. 'Think. Where did I see it last?' he thought. He screwed up his face in concentration
"Oh no," Ryou mouthed, eyes widening with realization. "Oh god no…"
(3.45)
YaminoOji676: we landed in Japan this morning
YaminoOji676: Plane ride sucked
YaminoOji676: I feel like crap
GemuMasuta52: Ive never been on a plane
YaminoOji676: Never?
GemuMasuta52: nope
YaminoOji676: your lucky
YaminoOji676: Im sick of them
GemuMasuta52: Whats so bad about them?
YaminoOji676: besides being stuck in a small box for 13 hours where theres absolutely no room to move, eat, sleep, or breathe
YaminoOji676: and theres jetlag
YaminoOji676: Thats when your mind knows your in japan but your body and your sleeping cycle still thinks your in america
YaminoOji676: You end up wanting to sleep through the day and stay up all night
GemuMasuta52: Thats not so bad
GemuMasuta52: sounds like me on normal days
Atemu chuckled. Bakura, who was sitting next to him on the tour bus, leaned over to see what Atemu was looking at. Atemu hide the screen from Bakura's view.
"You've been very attached to that computer lately," Bakura hissed suspiciously. "I told you to stay off those fan sites. They're bad for your mental health."
"Give him a break," Malik voiced on the other side of the van.
"Yeah, Atemu can't help it if he loves listening to girls go on and on about how tight his ass is," Mariku added unhelpfully. Malik chucked a bag of chips at the other Egyptian's head.
Meanwhile Bakura was still watching Atemu skeptically; he knew something was up. "What are you doing on there?"
"Nothing that you'd care about," Atemu spat, pulling the laptop nearer to himself.
"Someone's cranky. Didn't sleep on the plane ride over?" Bakura mused, still inching toward the laptop. Atemu scooted several feet away.
"No, I don't like planes," said Atemu. Bakura frowned and began to puck his guitar strings gloomily.
GemuMasuta52: Oh I got bad news
YaminoOji676: What?
GemuMasuta52: We're switching internet companies, something about a new deal for the shop or something
GemuMasuta52: Anyway my internets goin to be down for the next three days so I won't be able to talk to you
YaminoOji676: No!
Atemu was horrified. He had been talking to Yugi almost everyday now. Any time he could squeeze a few minutes between concerts, recording sessions, band rehearsals and all the other crap he had to put up with, he would talk to Yugi or at least send him an email if he wasn't on.
It was neat having a secret correspondent that no one but he knew about. Besides Yugi was a really cool guy. But he was more then that. Yugi was his outlet, his meditation. How was Atemu going to survive three long days without him?
YaminoOji676: this sux
GemuMasuta52: Yeah I know
GemuMasuta52: well…
GemuMasuta52: You know we could keep in touch if you wanted to
YaminoOji676: what do you mean?
GemuMasuta52: we could
Atemu waited for Yugi to continue. It took surprisingly longer than he thought it would.
GemuMasuta52: exchanged phone numbers or something
GemuMasuta52: That way we could talk to each other on the phone
GemuMasuta52: if you want
Atemu stared at the screen. That had been unexpected. Talk to Yugi? In person? Was that wise? What if Yugi recognized his voice? What if, in the ease of a phone conversation, Atemu let something slip or Yugi overheard Bakura and Mariku having a spat in the background? Besides he barely knew Yugi at all. This wasn't a good idea.
'What am I talking about?' he thought to himself, logic breaking through his sudden wave of panic. 'Haven't I been talking to him every day for the past two months? I haven't slipped up yet and voices sound different over the phone anyway. He'll never suspect a thing.' But what if Yugi had been lying? What if he was really some 15 year old girl desperately trying to meet the amazing famous Atemu? He hoped that wasn't it.
Excitement boiled up inside of him, his stomach jumped with the wheels of the tour bus. He actually wanted to talk to Yugi. He really, really did.
GemuMasuta52: We don't have to, its okay
Yugi had taken his long silence as a no.
GemuMasuta52: it was a stupid idea
YaminoOji676: no it wasn't
YaminoOji676: I really would like to talk to you too
There was a pause. Atemu really hoped Yugi was typing something in the silence.
GemuMasuta52: now?
Atemu looked around at all the other people in the bus with him. He certainly didn't want any of them to over hear his first ever, real, audio conversation with Yugi. He could hide in the bathroom at the back of the tour bus but that idea didn't sound pleasant. Ishizu had said however that they'd reach their hotel in an hour.
YaminoOji676: not now
YaminoOji676: An hour from now call this number
Atemu typed in his cell phone number with shaking fingers. He had to retype it three times trying to get the number right. A strange giddy feeling was dancing in Atemu's stomach; his anticipation was making him slightly light headed.
GemuMasuta52: exactly an hour from now?
YaminoOji676: yes
(3.74)
Yugi was staring down at his alarm clock, sitting on his bed with a phone ready in his hand. One more minute, then he could call Yami. He could actually speak to him. He'd know for certain that Yami was a guy and was about his same age. He would be able to hear his voice. Yugi was practically shivering with excitement.
The clock changed, exactly one hour had passed. Yugi took a deep breath, the hand holding the phone and the one holding the scrap of paper containing Yami's phone number were both sweaty. His fingers moving as slowly as physically possible, he dialed the number into the phone. He put the speaker up to his ear and jumped as he heard it start to ring.
What if Yami thought he sounded like a little kid? His voice was pretty high. Maybe he should try to lower it a little bit…
"Hello," a smooth voice answered, better than anything Yugi could have expected. Then again he hadn't really thought about it. Yugi stopped breathing, he had forgotten how to speak. "Hello?" the voice tried again. Yugi forced his mouth to open.
"Y-Yami…?" said Yugi, wincing as his voice broke unpleasantly. He could hear an intake of breath on the other line. There were loud voices shouting in the background.
"Hold on, let me move to another room," Yami answered quietly. Yugi nodded, forgetting Yami couldn't see him. There was a pause, the voices grew softer. "Yugi, it's you, isn't it?" he said finally.
"Yeah," Yugi said as excitement strange and giddy bubbled up inside him. Yami's voice was so smooth and deep, Yugi couldn't believe he waited so long to listen to it.
"So, what do you think?" Yami asked.
"About what?" Yugi asked, settling comfortably down upon his bed.
"How's my voice?" Yami asked. He sounded so sincere and nervous Yugi almost laughed.
'I could listen to it all day,' Yugi wanted to say but he stopped himself.
"Fine. Great, I like it," Yugi reassured him. Had he sounded a little too enthusiastic? "How about mine? I know my voice is a little high…"
"It's cute," Yami answered reassuringly. Yugi couldn't stop the pink flush that tinted his cheeks.
"C-cute?" Yugi practically choked. He had never heard anyone call his voice cute before. So how come then when Yami said it the word sounded so natural? "Hardly," he protested weakly.
"It's perfect," Yami spoke again. The guy had a way with words that baffled Yugi's senses.
"It's really unfair," Yugi explained, rolling over onto his stomach and kicking his feet up into the air. "I'm really short too. There was this one time when this guy looked at me and thought I was in middle school!"
"It can't be that bad. I'm actually pretty short too," Yami admitted.
Yugi was shocked. "You are? You don't sound short at all!" He could feel himself beginning to relax again. He heard Yami chuckle on the other end of the line. Yugi's heart soared.
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Don't lie to me! I know unhelpfully is a word!!!!!!! F(beep)CK YOU SH(beep)TING- I mean… um, CURSE YOU!!!
I LOVE YOU, RYOU!!! (sobs)
This is a silly story. I don't know why I wrote it. I wish I could write that Yami no Malik one now… (sigh and goes off into Yami no Malik day dreams)
I must apologize for that rude Honda comment I made at the end of last chapter. I'm sure under all that… non-personality, cliché best-friend phrases and bizarre resembles-the-bow-of-a-ship hairdo is… something useful. (cough) Unlike… say, um, I don't know, MALIK!! Who was it that said Malik had no personality??? Did you drink the juice of the Devil fruit or something? MALIK IS THE EPITOME OF PERSONALITY!! Would you like to borrow my vol. 25- excuse me, my vol. 18?
In other news… Leencz made me laugh and therefore is funny and not "pointless crap".
NEXT CHAPTER!!! OMFG!! What am I doing to Malik? AGAIN!! And…could it be? It is! TEENAGE ANGST!! (gasp) About time. This was getting toooo fluffy, you know what I mean? A little too much happiness for my taste. BAKURA IS A BITCH! YAY!
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You better d(beep)mn well review or I'll just have to continue this sh(beep)tty, long-since-dead, f(beep)cking bad joke on into the next chapter!!!
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You know, I actually don't curse that much... besides "hell". I use "hell" a lot. Is "hell" a curse word?
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