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WHAT IF…?
Someone stole your favorite character's trading card?
"GIVE IT TO HIM, HONEY!" Marik shrieked, deafening Bakura from where he stood behind him. Bakura glowered at his partner.
"Yes, yes, Marik… I'm trying to." Bakura turned his attention back to his victim. "Now… where was I? Oh yes… Beating the ever-loving crap out of you for stealing my boyfriend's card!" He viciously kicked the man who lay before him.
"But I told you, man! I didn't steal no card! I swear!" the man pleaded, coughing up a bit of blood onto the pavement.
"LIES!" Bakura yelled, kicking him again.
"It's the truth! All I did was accidentally bump him in the street! I didn't steal nothing!"
"If that were true, Marik would have found the card while checking his deck!" Bakura snarled. But suddenly a voice spoke from behind him.
"Hang on, I was supposed to check if it was still there?" Bakura turned to look at him in disbelief.
"Yeeeeessssss…" he said slowly. Marik took a look at his face, and quickly pulled out his deck, flipping through it. His face brightened, and he held up a card with a golden bird-like dragon on it.
"Hey, here it is!" he said happily.
"So I almost killed this pathetic mortal for nothing?" Bakura asked.
"Guess so. Thanks for the support though, babe!" Marik kissed him gratefully on the cheek before skipping away to Ra-knows-where. Bakura turned back to the man, who was still bleeding to death on the ground.
"You're gonna let me go, right?" the man asked, hopefully. Bakura considered him for a moment.
"No... I don't think so… After all, I was almost to the fun part." Bakura grinned sadistically.
Prince Atemu and Bakura met as children?
"Haha!" a mocking voice called out, proclaiming his victory. "I… Prince Atemu… am now the KING of Games! … Ancient Egyptian Basketball to be more specific."
The short boy with the spiky, tri-colored shook his fist in triumph. Another boy, taller than the first, with shaggy white hair, stood sullenly off to the side. Abandoning his silence for a more confrontational approach, he shouted at the other boy in indignation.
"How could you beat me at basketball? You're like 4 feet tall! You must have cheated, Prince," the boy said, glaring at the other boy. Atemu smirked cockily.
"Me, cheat? As if, Touzoku-ou! I play with honor… and with the help of my servants," he added, gesturing at the countless servants, all in ready positions to assist the prince.
Touzoku-ou's eye twitched.
"But we were playing one on one. That's cheating!"
"Pff…" Atemu scoffed. "Your nickname's "Thief King"! You were probably stealing the ball the entire game!"
"That's IT!" snapped Touzoku-ou. He jumped on the prince, and the two boys rolled around in a violent tussle. By the time the palace guards could pull them apart, the two were sworn enemies.
Your favorite dark and light duo went to the grocery store?
[What the friggin' frig? I JUST wrote a Deathshipping one-shot on this. Only inspiration was my imagination! FFFFFFFFF- Sorry, can't think of anything. Check out, "I can't take you ANYWHERE!", my fic, if you're really interested in reading on my take.]
Joey took over Kaiba Corporation?
Seto Kaiba dropped his suitcase in shock. My God… What have I done?
His office looked like it had been in a war-zone. Papers littered the floor. His flat-screen television was smashed, and broken glass lay carelessly wherever someone might step on it. Chairs were in disarray, some tipped over sideways. And there seemed to be one missing… Kaiba turned his eyes to the window. A large chair-shaped hole was there, as if someone had literally thrown one at the glass.
And lounging on top of Kaiba's prized mahogany desk… lay Joey Wheeler, Kaiba's boyfriend. As he caught sight of the other man, Joey looked up, a grin splitting his face.
"Hey! Back from vacation already?"
Your favorite character(s) played DDR? Would they be the Chump(s) or Champ(s)?
Marik crumpled onto the ground, and let out a loud wail.
"I can't believe it! You-?"
Bakura stood over him, gloating immensely. He put a hand on his hip and smirked down at Marik.
"Sorry babe! I just got the beat, you know?" As Marik glared up at him, Bakura struck a victory pose.
FINAL ONE: Put your iPod on shuffle and write a Yu-Gi-Oh! related drabble for the next song that pops up.
[I got "Hero", by Skillet… *listens to it* Oooooh, I got something! Something… canon-ical! Not Mnemoshipping, but pretty close.]
Marik hung there in mid-air, suspended by shackles of darkness. The shadows moved and twisted through the holes they had eaten away in his body.
He was being used as a game piece in his yami's sick, perverse Shadow Duel. Across from him he could see the Pharaoh's hikari also being used as a tribute for the shadows. The other looked slightly worse off than he was, but Marik couldn't bring himself to feel sorry for him. After all, Yugi had a yami who was fighting to save him. Marik's yami was a psychotic murderer who could care less if he rotted away in the Shadow Realm for all eternity. As long as he got Marik's body.
Marik had one eye left, one violet eye to watch the duel that would determine his fate and so many others'. If his yami won, the world was pretty much screwed. If the Pharaoh won… the world was saved. A lot of pressure to put on the spiky-haired man who stood there, bravely dueling, even though his other half was being ripped apart by the darkness.
Even though Marik had spent his whole life resenting the Pharaoh, to the point of trying to destroy him and his friends, he… wanted the man to win. If he had his mouth, Marik would have let out a hysterical chuckle. As he didn't, he settled for simply shaking his head at himself. What a fool he was… But the Pharaoh was- a hero. He would do what was right, putting others before himself, and doing whatever it took to destroy the evil in the world.
Marik gazed at the Pharaoh, desperation plain in his eye. Destroy my other self… Save me, too. Please.
I TAG WHOEVER READS THIS...! Do it, it's fun. ^^
Comment on the best one? *puppy dog eyes* Personally, I like the Atemu & Thief King one, and the X-Men crossover. XD
Hasta la pasta~! *waves white flag*