A/N: Three hundred reviews, guys. Three. Freaking. Hundred. I'm not worthy! But I love you all anyway! *hugs* You're amazing!
So... this isn't technically the Halloween Special, but that will be posted before the holiday is over, I swear! Anyway, this brilliant little thing was actually written for me, by my Jedi Master/ Cyber Soul Mate, the upward glance. Worship his awesomeness, because otherwise, you wouldn't have a chapter at all this week. I just got my spacers put in, in preparation for getting my braces, and I have no motivation to even eat, let alone write. -_- Which is why I love the upward glance to itty bitty little pieces. ^^ (It's also why this is a little late, considering he sent this to me, like, three days ago.) Thanks so much, bebeh!
-DING DONG-
"'Kuraaaaaaaaaaa," Marik whined nasally.
-DING DONG-
"'Kuraaaaaaaaaaa," Marik whined nasally, and pathetically.
-UBER DING DONG-
"'Kuraaa—"
"Ra dammit, Marik, I got the fucking door the last fucking time!" Bakura tried his best to sound threatening, despite the phlegm.
"But 'Kuraaaaaaaaaaa...this is the good part! The zombies are about to wreak havoc on these characters who aren't integral to the plot!"
"Look Marik. It's bad enough that we're sick on Halloween and can't beat the candy out of stupid little kids, but I am not gonna listen to your bloody whining!"
"Ugh you're acting like such a fuddy duddy. Fine. I'll get the door." Marik wobbled to the door, fetching the huge bowl o' candy, which, of course, they themselves were unable to enjoy. That's not to say Marik hadn't tried. The Kit-Kats didn't taste as good the second time around...
"Trick or Treat!"
"Yeah fuck you—ACHOO!—too!" Marik spat as he hurled a heaping handful of candy in the general direction of a ghost, a pumpkin, and a wannabe Dr. Frank-N-Furter. "By the way, your costumes suck major balls!" with that Marik slammed the door. "Hump, ungrateful little shits."
"—HACKHACKHACK—Someone's being a sourpuss," Bakura half-heartedly mocked after his coughing fit.
"You know, just for that," Marik swiped Bakura's tub of Vick's Vaporub, "I'm taking this jar of minty smelling junk that for some reason people slather on their bodies as if it were chocolate flavored body oil!"
"You give that back or I'll—HACKHACKHACKHACK—"
"Come and get me! Hahaha—OOOPH—" Marik tripped over their gargantuan bag of used tissues.
"I'll get you—WHEEZEWHEEZE, SNORKYSNORT—now, you sonofabitch!" Bakura said as he pounced—collapsed?—on Marik. "Give it back!"
"No! Never! ACHOOO!" A rather hilariously maladroit attempt at a Vicks Vaporub-skirmish ensued.
"THIS IS POPPYCOCK!"
"CEASE YOUR TOMFOOLERY!"
-DING DONG-
...
"'Kuraaaaaaaaaaa!"
Halloween Special will be written. I swear. (And if anyone has any ideas... for the love of Scott Lynch, please share!)
One more big thanks to the upward glance for this chappie!
Loveums much,
-Eggy