Post by Rockinmuffin on Jul 26, 2006 0:25:26 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yugioh, but I do own my secret stash of pancakes… And Bakura tastes good with maple syrup! Yum. xD
Page 6
The cool breeze of the night caressed your skin so gently that it would’ve been a shame to waste a perfectly good night in a smelly old bus. Besides, your apartment wasn’t that far away and you could use the exercise.
You smiled as you walked past the bus, giving it the finger as you walked by for good measure. (Let’s just say that you and the bus lady have a history…) You continued down the dark streets, your only source of light coming from the flickering lampposts and the occasional taxi headlights as they passed you by. Unlike most women, you didn’t mind walking in the bad part of the city by yourself in the nighttime. Hell, you live in the bad part of town and have since you were young. Besides, you were a big girl; you knew how to take care of yourself.
That’s right! Nothing could mess with you, especially not tonight!
…Except for that damn punk that grabbed your duffel bag and ran off with it while you were busy celebrating your awesomeness. Ah, can’t you just taste the irony? Mmm… Tastes like pancakes!
You growled to yourself, basking in your fury at the audacity of that punk. How dare he mess with you?! Well, you certainly weren’t going to let that little shit-ass punk get away with that. Besides, the key to your apartment was in that bag and if you didn’t get it back you’d have to spend the night sleeping on a park bench with the hobos… Again. And you weren’t in the mood to wake up the next morning smelling like dead fish and moldy feet.
You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you sped off after the boy, catching up to him within seconds. You were more than grateful for the fact that you were faster than you looked. When the boy looked back towards you while running, you internally snickered at the surprised expression on his face. Looks like he didn’t think that you would follow him, let alone catch up to him.
After several more minutes of running, you had finally cornered the punk at a dead end when he mistakenly ran into an alley. You smirked darkly as you stared at him; the boy was an absolute wreck. He was sweating profusely and wringing his hands in a nervous manner. You almost felt bad for the kid. Almost.
“So, kid, you gonna give that back now?” you asked mockingly, your eyes shining sadistically as your lips curled up enough to reveal your unusually sharp canines.
“Y-yes! J-just, please, d-don’t hurt me!” he pleaded pathetically, getting down on his hands and knees submissively.
You were just about to walk up to him and take your bag back when you were stopped by a voice.
It was deep and manly and dripping with a noble sense of authority and justice. For a second you felt mesmerized by the melodious quality of it, but you quickly shook your head and snapped out of it.
“Vile fiend. How dare you do this woman wrong then beg for her mercy. You truly are a despicable little cretin.” A dark figure stepped into the alley, the shadows successfully hiding his features from your vision. You could do nothing but stare in curious awe at this mysterious man. “You don’t deserve this girl’s forgiveness. You don’t even deserve to continue living within this realm, however, I’ll give you a chance to save your wretched life.”
At this point the would-be criminal was shaking in fear, but you gave him little thought; you were too busy paying attention to this mysterious man with the deep, confident voice.
He started walking towards the both of you, his movements slow yet graceful and meaningful in every way. Within moments he had come within your eyesight. Despite his masculine voice, the mystery man was quite frail. His build was small and wiry, though it appeared he had a thin muscle-build hiding under his high school jacket. His purplish crimson eyes were narrowed in anger as he penetrated the mugger with his cold glare. His hair spiked up in an odd fashion that reminded you of a pineapple as ebony tufts with magenta tips stuck up in midair. Golden bangs dangled elegantly over his face, shadowing over his eyes and giving him an even more enigmatic mystique.
Despite his enchanting and intimidating appearance, you noticed this young man was no taller than five feet, if not less, and that was including his mop of tall, spiky hair. Still, he knew how to use what he had to the fullest extent. (Remember, it’s not the size that counts, it’s how you use it. …And yes, that was supposed to sound dirty. xD)
The man (or was he a boy?) stepped closer to the criminal, his intimidating glance never faltering as he gallantly strode towards him. He stopped when he was just inches away from the criminal’s body, a smug smirk sneaking its way over his features. You felt your heart flutter excitedly against your chest and felt yourself anticipating his next move with bated breath.
“I challenge you to a game of Duel Monsters!”
“…WHAT?!” Your unexpected outburst caused the mysterious man to turn towards you, blinking confusedly. The mugger chose this time to slink away unnoticed, leaving your duffel bag behind so he wouldn’t have to deal with scary weirdoes like you and the pineapple-head man.
You, on the other hand, were nearly devastated. Here you were, a damsel in distress (not really… You were the one that cornered the mugger. -_-
being rescued by your knight in shining armor only to discover that under that shiny helmet your knight was really just a card-playing nerd.
Well, it was probably for the better. After all, judging by the Domino High school uniform he was wearing, he was obviously a minor and much too young for you if you ever wanted to have a relationship that wouldn’t get you in jail for pedophilia. Still, the fantasy was nice while it lasted.
The boy, now realizing that his potential opponent was gone, pouted lightly in disappointment, then smiled when he spotted your duffel bag on the ground and ran over to it and picked it up. He trotted over to you like an over-excited Scottish Terrier and held the bag out to you in excitement, his hands shaking in eagerness.
“Here’s your bag ma’am!” he declared in an overly-cheerful tone that didn’t seem to suit him as he pushed it towards you. You gave him an odd look but accepted your bag nonetheless.
“Uh, thanks a lot …kid?”
“You may address me as Yami” he stated in a regal tone, his eyes closed in pride. “May I ask the name of the beautiful woman that I’m going to take out for a night on the town?”
“The name’s _____... Wait, what?! Uh, Yammy, sorry to disappoint ya, but you’re a bit too young for me. You may be cute, but not cute enough for me to risk spending time in the slammer and being made into someone’s bitch.”
His eyes grew wide and his pupils shrank. “You… you have refused my invitation?” He stared up at you, the right side of his face twitching just enough to make his bangs bounce. “Do you know who I am?!”
“Um… Yammy?”
“I am Yami Mutou, Duel Monsters Champion!” he screamed hysterically, causing you to discreetly take a step back. You watched in amusement as he started ranting to himself. “I’ve defeated many tough and dangerous enemies on the battlefield, conquering all who challenged me no matter what the stakes and no matter how the odds were against me. I’ve easily crushed worthy opponents that had dedicated their entire lives to dueling, yet here I am, utterly vulnerable and pathetic and at the mercy of a mere woman!” At this he turned to you, pointing his finger accusingly. “Oh foul temptress, why hast thou pilfered my heart only to crush it within your seducing, dainty grasp?!”
You blinked.
No matter how many times you went over that speech in your head, you still couldn’t figure out what that kid had just said.
“…Did you walk in on your parents having sex when you were a young boy?”
He turned away from your face, closing his eyes in a sad smirk. “Once again you find a way to taunt me, my goddess. Flaunting your beauty and words of wisdom in front of me as if you were a child waving a bone in front of the face of a lowly dog, then snatching it away just as he was about to take a bite. Why would a goddess ever want to be with such a lowly dog as I? But _____, I am your Spaniel. Spurn me, strike me, neglect me, but I shall still follow you as your ever-faithful companion. Just allow be to follow in your beauty and I shall live happily and contently as your dog!” he screamed louder than necessary as he got down on his hands and knees in front of your feet.
You stared down at him, your eyes wide and your mouth agape in a strange mixture of shock, disgust, and slight giddiness from having a young high school boy fawning over you. Though the boy was strange, spastic, and perhaps even insane, you had to admit that you were quite flattered in an odd, traumatized sort of way.
You sighed. “Look, Yammy, or Yummy, or whatever your name is, you need to calm down. You’re only making a fool of yourself. And get up off the ground. It’s dirty. Do you know how many hobo fights have been held in that very spot?”
“I’d gladly trek through the sewers barefoot for you, my lady, if you so desired” he stated, sinking lower to the ground.
“Ew. Why would I ever want that?” You sighed, then used your right arm to pull the teenager up by the collar of his high school jacket. “You should probably go home soon, Yammy. Your parents are probably worried sick about you.”
The boy stared at you with waterfall-like tears streaming down his cheeks. “My darling _____, why do you torture me so? Does it bring you joy to see my tears? Then enjoy them, my dearest, for these tears I shed are for you! But please, at least allow me the honor of taking you out for ice cream on this fine starry night so that I may enjoy your company or I fear I might go mad.”
“…It’s a little late for that.”
Decisions, decisions. So, what are you going to do?
Go out with Yammy-boy for some ice cream on Page 12
Say no to strangers on Page 13
Run away from the scary boy to Page 14
Page 6
The cool breeze of the night caressed your skin so gently that it would’ve been a shame to waste a perfectly good night in a smelly old bus. Besides, your apartment wasn’t that far away and you could use the exercise.
You smiled as you walked past the bus, giving it the finger as you walked by for good measure. (Let’s just say that you and the bus lady have a history…) You continued down the dark streets, your only source of light coming from the flickering lampposts and the occasional taxi headlights as they passed you by. Unlike most women, you didn’t mind walking in the bad part of the city by yourself in the nighttime. Hell, you live in the bad part of town and have since you were young. Besides, you were a big girl; you knew how to take care of yourself.
That’s right! Nothing could mess with you, especially not tonight!
…Except for that damn punk that grabbed your duffel bag and ran off with it while you were busy celebrating your awesomeness. Ah, can’t you just taste the irony? Mmm… Tastes like pancakes!
You growled to yourself, basking in your fury at the audacity of that punk. How dare he mess with you?! Well, you certainly weren’t going to let that little shit-ass punk get away with that. Besides, the key to your apartment was in that bag and if you didn’t get it back you’d have to spend the night sleeping on a park bench with the hobos… Again. And you weren’t in the mood to wake up the next morning smelling like dead fish and moldy feet.
You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you sped off after the boy, catching up to him within seconds. You were more than grateful for the fact that you were faster than you looked. When the boy looked back towards you while running, you internally snickered at the surprised expression on his face. Looks like he didn’t think that you would follow him, let alone catch up to him.
After several more minutes of running, you had finally cornered the punk at a dead end when he mistakenly ran into an alley. You smirked darkly as you stared at him; the boy was an absolute wreck. He was sweating profusely and wringing his hands in a nervous manner. You almost felt bad for the kid. Almost.
“So, kid, you gonna give that back now?” you asked mockingly, your eyes shining sadistically as your lips curled up enough to reveal your unusually sharp canines.
“Y-yes! J-just, please, d-don’t hurt me!” he pleaded pathetically, getting down on his hands and knees submissively.
You were just about to walk up to him and take your bag back when you were stopped by a voice.
It was deep and manly and dripping with a noble sense of authority and justice. For a second you felt mesmerized by the melodious quality of it, but you quickly shook your head and snapped out of it.
“Vile fiend. How dare you do this woman wrong then beg for her mercy. You truly are a despicable little cretin.” A dark figure stepped into the alley, the shadows successfully hiding his features from your vision. You could do nothing but stare in curious awe at this mysterious man. “You don’t deserve this girl’s forgiveness. You don’t even deserve to continue living within this realm, however, I’ll give you a chance to save your wretched life.”
At this point the would-be criminal was shaking in fear, but you gave him little thought; you were too busy paying attention to this mysterious man with the deep, confident voice.
He started walking towards the both of you, his movements slow yet graceful and meaningful in every way. Within moments he had come within your eyesight. Despite his masculine voice, the mystery man was quite frail. His build was small and wiry, though it appeared he had a thin muscle-build hiding under his high school jacket. His purplish crimson eyes were narrowed in anger as he penetrated the mugger with his cold glare. His hair spiked up in an odd fashion that reminded you of a pineapple as ebony tufts with magenta tips stuck up in midair. Golden bangs dangled elegantly over his face, shadowing over his eyes and giving him an even more enigmatic mystique.
Despite his enchanting and intimidating appearance, you noticed this young man was no taller than five feet, if not less, and that was including his mop of tall, spiky hair. Still, he knew how to use what he had to the fullest extent. (Remember, it’s not the size that counts, it’s how you use it. …And yes, that was supposed to sound dirty. xD)
The man (or was he a boy?) stepped closer to the criminal, his intimidating glance never faltering as he gallantly strode towards him. He stopped when he was just inches away from the criminal’s body, a smug smirk sneaking its way over his features. You felt your heart flutter excitedly against your chest and felt yourself anticipating his next move with bated breath.
“I challenge you to a game of Duel Monsters!”
“…WHAT?!” Your unexpected outburst caused the mysterious man to turn towards you, blinking confusedly. The mugger chose this time to slink away unnoticed, leaving your duffel bag behind so he wouldn’t have to deal with scary weirdoes like you and the pineapple-head man.
You, on the other hand, were nearly devastated. Here you were, a damsel in distress (not really… You were the one that cornered the mugger. -_-
being rescued by your knight in shining armor only to discover that under that shiny helmet your knight was really just a card-playing nerd.Well, it was probably for the better. After all, judging by the Domino High school uniform he was wearing, he was obviously a minor and much too young for you if you ever wanted to have a relationship that wouldn’t get you in jail for pedophilia. Still, the fantasy was nice while it lasted.
The boy, now realizing that his potential opponent was gone, pouted lightly in disappointment, then smiled when he spotted your duffel bag on the ground and ran over to it and picked it up. He trotted over to you like an over-excited Scottish Terrier and held the bag out to you in excitement, his hands shaking in eagerness.
“Here’s your bag ma’am!” he declared in an overly-cheerful tone that didn’t seem to suit him as he pushed it towards you. You gave him an odd look but accepted your bag nonetheless.
“Uh, thanks a lot …kid?”
“You may address me as Yami” he stated in a regal tone, his eyes closed in pride. “May I ask the name of the beautiful woman that I’m going to take out for a night on the town?”
“The name’s _____... Wait, what?! Uh, Yammy, sorry to disappoint ya, but you’re a bit too young for me. You may be cute, but not cute enough for me to risk spending time in the slammer and being made into someone’s bitch.”
His eyes grew wide and his pupils shrank. “You… you have refused my invitation?” He stared up at you, the right side of his face twitching just enough to make his bangs bounce. “Do you know who I am?!”
“Um… Yammy?”
“I am Yami Mutou, Duel Monsters Champion!” he screamed hysterically, causing you to discreetly take a step back. You watched in amusement as he started ranting to himself. “I’ve defeated many tough and dangerous enemies on the battlefield, conquering all who challenged me no matter what the stakes and no matter how the odds were against me. I’ve easily crushed worthy opponents that had dedicated their entire lives to dueling, yet here I am, utterly vulnerable and pathetic and at the mercy of a mere woman!” At this he turned to you, pointing his finger accusingly. “Oh foul temptress, why hast thou pilfered my heart only to crush it within your seducing, dainty grasp?!”
You blinked.
No matter how many times you went over that speech in your head, you still couldn’t figure out what that kid had just said.
“…Did you walk in on your parents having sex when you were a young boy?”
He turned away from your face, closing his eyes in a sad smirk. “Once again you find a way to taunt me, my goddess. Flaunting your beauty and words of wisdom in front of me as if you were a child waving a bone in front of the face of a lowly dog, then snatching it away just as he was about to take a bite. Why would a goddess ever want to be with such a lowly dog as I? But _____, I am your Spaniel. Spurn me, strike me, neglect me, but I shall still follow you as your ever-faithful companion. Just allow be to follow in your beauty and I shall live happily and contently as your dog!” he screamed louder than necessary as he got down on his hands and knees in front of your feet.
You stared down at him, your eyes wide and your mouth agape in a strange mixture of shock, disgust, and slight giddiness from having a young high school boy fawning over you. Though the boy was strange, spastic, and perhaps even insane, you had to admit that you were quite flattered in an odd, traumatized sort of way.
You sighed. “Look, Yammy, or Yummy, or whatever your name is, you need to calm down. You’re only making a fool of yourself. And get up off the ground. It’s dirty. Do you know how many hobo fights have been held in that very spot?”
“I’d gladly trek through the sewers barefoot for you, my lady, if you so desired” he stated, sinking lower to the ground.
“Ew. Why would I ever want that?” You sighed, then used your right arm to pull the teenager up by the collar of his high school jacket. “You should probably go home soon, Yammy. Your parents are probably worried sick about you.”
The boy stared at you with waterfall-like tears streaming down his cheeks. “My darling _____, why do you torture me so? Does it bring you joy to see my tears? Then enjoy them, my dearest, for these tears I shed are for you! But please, at least allow me the honor of taking you out for ice cream on this fine starry night so that I may enjoy your company or I fear I might go mad.”
“…It’s a little late for that.”
Decisions, decisions. So, what are you going to do?
Go out with Yammy-boy for some ice cream on Page 12
Say no to strangers on Page 13
Run away from the scary boy to Page 14
Ever notice how the word "therapist" is just "the" and "rapist" put together? Think about it. 