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"No. No, no, no, no, no!"
"Ryo, shut up. You don't have a choice in the matter!"
The young, almost androgynous-looking teen looked up at his more masculine counterpart in a completely pleading way, praying that his evil side was just joking darkly.
"Please…please tell me you're joking, Bakura," Ryo begged, chocolate brown eyes beginning to waver slightly in fear.
"Ryo, I'm saying it one more time: Marik and I are going to the Evil Council meeting tonight, and well…we didn't want Melvin to go out, murder someone, and get us into another lawsuit," Bakura sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation, and continued, "And…since you're not doing anything tonight—"
"I'm sixteen!" Ryo huffed, fists clenching in aggravation. "I don't need a babysitter! Especially…especially not him…" The Brit swallowed, holding his own hands nervously now, heart beat beginning to pick up considerably.
"It's not babysitting, Ryo!" Bakura snarled in reply, truly starting to get awfully annoyed with his little wanker of a counterpart. "He'll just be 'hanging out' with you—"
"Bakura, don't say that. You're not gangster."
"Neither are you, shut it!"
"Hey Bakuraaaaa! You ready yet?" Marik Ishtar stuck his head out from the doorway, looking very impatient.
"Yes, yes, Marik! Just explaining things to Ryo here…" Bakura gave another sigh, and patted his smaller self on the shoulder. "Well…good luck then."
"Snacks in the fridge, rave music and games in my room, Wii in the living room," Marik quickly listed, throwing on a jacket and grabbing the keys to his awesometastic motorcycle. "Come on, Bakura! Zorc's going to eat all the cookies by the time we show up!"
And in ten more seconds, Ryo was alone.
Extremely uncomfortable, the boy looked around the room, wondering what to do. Perhaps…hiding would be the best solution…and maybe Melvin wouldn't find him.
No, no…he'd probably wreck something if I did that… Ryo thought with an inward sigh.
"Guess I'll just watch the tele," He mumbled to himself, sitting down on the black leather couch and flicking on the television.
The British boy had begun to doze off with Spongebob blaring in the background, when an incredibly strong hand gripped his shoulder, and someone whispered in his ear, "Hello."
Ryo, completely broken of the sleepiness in that instant, jumped up, falling off the couch in the process.
"Oh my, did I startle you, Binky Boy?" Melvin chuckled in his usual demonic-sounding voice, giving one of his infamous maniacal grins.
"I-I yeah…a little," The younger Brit answered at a frightened whisper, eyes getting larger than they already were (if possible).
"Soooo, what do you want to do tonight? We'll have a totally awesome party! THAT'S what we'll do," Melvin decided with a gleeful clap of his hands, staring expectantly down at Ryo.
"Um, um Melvin? If we couldn't play any games with chainsaws or knives, like last time—"
"But those are my FAVORITES!"
"N-n-not that th-they're not fun!" The white-haired boy stuttered, scooting back a few steps. "It's-it's just…Bakura warned me he didn't want another lawsuit happening…"
"Ooooh, I don't care what Florence thinks. Someone's ALWAYS filing a lawsuit JUST when I start having fun…" Melvin sighed. "It was one time! …Okay, six times. One little stab to the jugular or eyeball and THE WHOLE COUNTRY freaks out…"
"Y-yeah, those…fretful people…" Ryo laughed nervously, getting up finally. "B-but if you want…we can play, um…nicer games…"
"Hmmm? Like what, Little White Furby?"
"U-um, I'm not a Furby…we…we could—" Ryo swallowed as his chest was suddenly pushed, and cringed slightly when his back was slammed into the wall. The boy flinched, spitting out as fast as he could, "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry—"
"Calm down, Furby," Melvin chuckled again, and tilted his head slightly, peering at the youth with a somewhat curious look. "I know a game we can play."
"No-nothing violent, please…" The white-haired boy whimpered, feeling a little strange with the Egyptian pressing him to the wall like this.
"Oh, it's not. MONOPOLY, LET'S GO!" The spiky-haired man exclaimed, tearing away to his lighter counterpart's room.
Ryo heaved a huge sigh of relief, glad that that strange moment was over.
As soon as he took a step forward, though, he wobbled and fell over, legs feeling very jello-like.
"B-bugger…" The Brit grunted, beginning to heave himself up before receiving a slap to the back and falling over again.
"Come on, Furby, get up! Let's play!" Melvin said in almost a whining tone, planting the Monopoly box between himself and the fallen teen.
"O-ok, ok…" Ryo replied, muffled by the rug, and sat up again.
For his own safety, the white-haired boy played as poorly as he could, even though he was actually pretty good at strategic sorts of games like these. He didn't want Melvin getting 'distressed' if he lost.
"Wooooooow this is the fifth time I've beaten you, Furby! You really suck!" Melvin exclaimed, suddenly bursting into a maniacal laughing fit while rolling around back and forth on the floor.
Ryo took this time to back up a good three steps from the psychopath.
After about three more minutes, Melvin quieted down again, and the Brit could only here the sound of his breathing for a while.
This didn't last too long, however, because the Egyptian man quickly sat back up, leaning toward Ryo and asking, "Ryo, may I have a bit of your soul? Just a little?"
"U-u-um, I-I'd rather you not…" The teen squeaked in reply, beginning to back up quickly on his hands and feet.
"Oh, come on, Furby. It won't hurt, I promise…" The psychopath snickered, eagerly crawling after the boy.
"Um, n-no, I-I kind of n-need my…" Ryo's voice trailed off as he backed into a wall yet again.
Buggering walls! Hating him with their…wallness!
Melvin grinned, taking the Brit's shoulders, and saying, "Okay, this will be quick. Just rela—"
Ryo bolted upright suddenly as he heard the phone ring, exclaiming shakily, "I-I-I'll g-get it!"
((LOLZ FAIL FIRST CHAPTER.))
"Ryo, shut up. You don't have a choice in the matter!"
The young, almost androgynous-looking teen looked up at his more masculine counterpart in a completely pleading way, praying that his evil side was just joking darkly.
"Please…please tell me you're joking, Bakura," Ryo begged, chocolate brown eyes beginning to waver slightly in fear.
"Ryo, I'm saying it one more time: Marik and I are going to the Evil Council meeting tonight, and well…we didn't want Melvin to go out, murder someone, and get us into another lawsuit," Bakura sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation, and continued, "And…since you're not doing anything tonight—"
"I'm sixteen!" Ryo huffed, fists clenching in aggravation. "I don't need a babysitter! Especially…especially not him…" The Brit swallowed, holding his own hands nervously now, heart beat beginning to pick up considerably.
"It's not babysitting, Ryo!" Bakura snarled in reply, truly starting to get awfully annoyed with his little wanker of a counterpart. "He'll just be 'hanging out' with you—"
"Bakura, don't say that. You're not gangster."
"Neither are you, shut it!"
"Hey Bakuraaaaa! You ready yet?" Marik Ishtar stuck his head out from the doorway, looking very impatient.
"Yes, yes, Marik! Just explaining things to Ryo here…" Bakura gave another sigh, and patted his smaller self on the shoulder. "Well…good luck then."
"Snacks in the fridge, rave music and games in my room, Wii in the living room," Marik quickly listed, throwing on a jacket and grabbing the keys to his awesometastic motorcycle. "Come on, Bakura! Zorc's going to eat all the cookies by the time we show up!"
And in ten more seconds, Ryo was alone.
Extremely uncomfortable, the boy looked around the room, wondering what to do. Perhaps…hiding would be the best solution…and maybe Melvin wouldn't find him.
No, no…he'd probably wreck something if I did that… Ryo thought with an inward sigh.
"Guess I'll just watch the tele," He mumbled to himself, sitting down on the black leather couch and flicking on the television.
The British boy had begun to doze off with Spongebob blaring in the background, when an incredibly strong hand gripped his shoulder, and someone whispered in his ear, "Hello."
Ryo, completely broken of the sleepiness in that instant, jumped up, falling off the couch in the process.
"Oh my, did I startle you, Binky Boy?" Melvin chuckled in his usual demonic-sounding voice, giving one of his infamous maniacal grins.
"I-I yeah…a little," The younger Brit answered at a frightened whisper, eyes getting larger than they already were (if possible).
"Soooo, what do you want to do tonight? We'll have a totally awesome party! THAT'S what we'll do," Melvin decided with a gleeful clap of his hands, staring expectantly down at Ryo.
"Um, um Melvin? If we couldn't play any games with chainsaws or knives, like last time—"
"But those are my FAVORITES!"
"N-n-not that th-they're not fun!" The white-haired boy stuttered, scooting back a few steps. "It's-it's just…Bakura warned me he didn't want another lawsuit happening…"
"Ooooh, I don't care what Florence thinks. Someone's ALWAYS filing a lawsuit JUST when I start having fun…" Melvin sighed. "It was one time! …Okay, six times. One little stab to the jugular or eyeball and THE WHOLE COUNTRY freaks out…"
"Y-yeah, those…fretful people…" Ryo laughed nervously, getting up finally. "B-but if you want…we can play, um…nicer games…"
"Hmmm? Like what, Little White Furby?"
"U-um, I'm not a Furby…we…we could—" Ryo swallowed as his chest was suddenly pushed, and cringed slightly when his back was slammed into the wall. The boy flinched, spitting out as fast as he could, "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry—"
"Calm down, Furby," Melvin chuckled again, and tilted his head slightly, peering at the youth with a somewhat curious look. "I know a game we can play."
"No-nothing violent, please…" The white-haired boy whimpered, feeling a little strange with the Egyptian pressing him to the wall like this.
"Oh, it's not. MONOPOLY, LET'S GO!" The spiky-haired man exclaimed, tearing away to his lighter counterpart's room.
Ryo heaved a huge sigh of relief, glad that that strange moment was over.
As soon as he took a step forward, though, he wobbled and fell over, legs feeling very jello-like.
"B-bugger…" The Brit grunted, beginning to heave himself up before receiving a slap to the back and falling over again.
"Come on, Furby, get up! Let's play!" Melvin said in almost a whining tone, planting the Monopoly box between himself and the fallen teen.
"O-ok, ok…" Ryo replied, muffled by the rug, and sat up again.
For his own safety, the white-haired boy played as poorly as he could, even though he was actually pretty good at strategic sorts of games like these. He didn't want Melvin getting 'distressed' if he lost.
"Wooooooow this is the fifth time I've beaten you, Furby! You really suck!" Melvin exclaimed, suddenly bursting into a maniacal laughing fit while rolling around back and forth on the floor.
Ryo took this time to back up a good three steps from the psychopath.
After about three more minutes, Melvin quieted down again, and the Brit could only here the sound of his breathing for a while.
This didn't last too long, however, because the Egyptian man quickly sat back up, leaning toward Ryo and asking, "Ryo, may I have a bit of your soul? Just a little?"
"U-u-um, I-I'd rather you not…" The teen squeaked in reply, beginning to back up quickly on his hands and feet.
"Oh, come on, Furby. It won't hurt, I promise…" The psychopath snickered, eagerly crawling after the boy.
"Um, n-no, I-I kind of n-need my…" Ryo's voice trailed off as he backed into a wall yet again.
Buggering walls! Hating him with their…wallness!
Melvin grinned, taking the Brit's shoulders, and saying, "Okay, this will be quick. Just rela—"
Ryo bolted upright suddenly as he heard the phone ring, exclaiming shakily, "I-I-I'll g-get it!"
((LOLZ FAIL FIRST CHAPTER.))
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Rolling his crimson tinted brown eye
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why am i always the one that runs out of the house, crying?
me and yugi always have fights, but never like this. it was the biggest fight we've ever had, ever since i moved in.
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in tune with my running.
who is it?
i look down to see that my necklace is glowing. but it stopped.
so i stop.
i turn to the side and see that bakura is standing next to me.
"Whats wrong, ryo?"
"I had another fight with yugi" ryo said, while puffing and whipping his tears away.
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XXxxdreamxxXX
the school building that stood infront of the tall me was tall, taller then usual.
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Edit: Apparently his named is spelled Ryo.
I SWEAR THIS WILL GET BETTER. 8C DON'T HURT MEEEEE.
Most of these jokes are the awesome LittleKuriboh's, just in case you didn't know. XD; I only came up with like...a third of the stuff.
Okay, so probably no one will be pleased by this. Fangirls will be like, "WHERE'S THE YAOI?! IT'S DEATHSHIPPING. I WANT RAEP TIMES!" and my real life friends will be like, "GASP! IMPLIED YAOI. D8< DO NOT WANT."
As you know, I'm more pro-yaoi, but as...my RL friends gave me this obsession...
If I get enough requests, though, I WILL put cutesy yaoi in it. JUST cutesy, though. Not smutty. Dun't feel like it.
I think something like this may have been used before...actually, yes, I'm sure it has. BUT I'VE NEVUR SEEN IT SO YEAH.
Not the best fanfic chapter ever. =.=; Sorry. WILL GET BETTER. MELVIN WILL GET CRAZIER IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, PROMISE.
Nothing in this belongs to me except the fanfic itself.
I SWEAR THIS WILL GET BETTER. 8C DON'T HURT MEEEEE.
Most of these jokes are the awesome LittleKuriboh's, just in case you didn't know. XD; I only came up with like...a third of the stuff.
Okay, so probably no one will be pleased by this. Fangirls will be like, "WHERE'S THE YAOI?! IT'S DEATHSHIPPING. I WANT RAEP TIMES!" and my real life friends will be like, "GASP! IMPLIED YAOI. D8< DO NOT WANT."
As you know, I'm more pro-yaoi, but as...my RL friends gave me this obsession...
If I get enough requests, though, I WILL put cutesy yaoi in it. JUST cutesy, though. Not smutty. Dun't feel like it.
I think something like this may have been used before...actually, yes, I'm sure it has. BUT I'VE NEVUR SEEN IT SO YEAH.
Not the best fanfic chapter ever. =.=; Sorry. WILL GET BETTER. MELVIN WILL GET CRAZIER IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, PROMISE.
Nothing in this belongs to me except the fanfic itself.
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