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Procrastination hits me again!
“The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference.”
Pick a pairing. Write three drabbles for that pairing, each with a different take on it: love, hate and indifference. In that order, because that’s the order they appear in the quotation. Post them in your journal, and pass this on.
See that meme? I meant to do it for psychoshipping. I really did. Instead, I ended up writing my first ever Dangershipping story/ficlet. Not even a drabble. Two full pages on Microsoft Word. I have no clue how that happened, but I'm blaming it on
nekocutecatchan (or in other words, sneakily dedicating it to her) and posting it here.
...I'll take the meme later.
The theme that I had been trying for was love btw, in case anyone is interested in how off-base I managed to get. All critiques will be gladly accepted.
Existence.
A giggle floated lazily into the office, followed moments later by a smirking Yami no Malik and a mocking call of, “Why Se-to, working again? What a shame. I’d almost think you didn’t miss me.” The dark spirit was the only one who drawled Seto’s name in that particular manner, elongating the syllables to make it sound like a snake’s hiss followed by an axe chop.
“You’re not real.” Seto informed Yami no Malik, without looking up from his laptop. A moment later, the screen was pressed down with a deceptive gentleness, the cinnamon-golden fingers of the other boy wrapping over Seto’s slender, paler hands. The same infuriatingly relaxed laughter sounded again as Yami no Malik started to thoughtlessly bend Seto’s fingers backwards, now seated on his lap. “Silly Se-to. That is what you always say.”
“It’s just as true as the first time that I said it.” Seto coldly replied, not wincing at the feeling of his fingers being pushed to the breaking point. He refused to look at the Egyptian, instead staring at the dark wooden door from which his tormentor had entered. For that, he heard a finger snap, the sharp crack sounding even over the other’s laughter. “But Se-to, if I don’t exist, then how did that finger break?”
Changing tactics as that question was unanswerable, Seto instead reasoned flatly, “You are nothing but a part of Malik Ishtar’s mind. You cannot have a body of your own separate from him meaning you cannot be here. Hence, you do not exist.” For an answer, he received a taunting giggle and dark indigo eyes peered up at him teasingly, half-hidden by lowered eyelids. Tanned fingers deftly undoing buttons, Yami no Malik asked casually, “Does that mean I’m not undressing you?”
A silence, and the sound of heavy cloth hitting the ground with a muffled thud, the metal jingle of belts clashing against each other following. Then a stubborn, single-word reply. “Yes.”
“And that you’re not scared?” Fingers ghosting over the expanse of skin revealed, pressing against the hollow of Seto’s throat and feeling his heartbeat quicken in a way that would never be shown in his words. A curt answer, anger barely-repressed, “I don’t fear what doesn’t exist.”
Laughter sounded yet again, the golden false god sliding off the other’s lap to kneel between his legs and smirk up at him. The words that dripped off his teeth were poison-sweet, the quick flash of teeth ghostly white, seeming to almost glisten under the bright light of the office. “If I don’t exist, then obviously you won’t feel it when I do this…” A hand settled on each thigh, the gold of the bracers cold against Seto’s skin, and the psychopath bent his head after flashing the taller boy another eerie smirk.
Once more, silence fell, cold blue eyes staring steadily at the wooden door, lips pressed together in a thin line to stop any sound escaping them. Any sound at all. This wasn’t happening. There was nothing for him to feel. There was no reason for to react, because there was nothing happening for him to react to.
…and the sudden, shocked gasp that left his lips was due to him seeing a scratch on the door. Nothing to do with a clever tongue curling itself in such a manner that it tangled Seto’s very thoughts.
Again, laughter rang through the room, contaminating the very air as Yami no Malik rose to his feet, now looming over the other boy as he licked his lips, pink tongue seeming to taste the air in a snake-like manner. Wild spikes of dark golden hair covered his eyes, only the perfect cruelty of his smile showing as he guided Seto from the chair to lie over the desk instead, brown head bent to stare at the carpet. Passive. Submissive. All those things that Seto wasn’t. Which made sense. This wasn't happening, so this wasn’t Seto. Or so he told himself, with every shudder that ran through his body.
This wasn’t happening, so this wasn’t him.
Afterwards, instead of laughing, Yami no Malik half-purred as he held the other boy close to him, cradling his pretty doll within gold-laden arms. Trailing his fingers languidly over the cooling skin, he licked at the shell of the other’s ear before he spoke, “Se-to, do you still maintain that I don’t exist?”
Voice empty of all emotion, Seto answered mechanically, “You do not exist. Magic does not exist. Fairy-tales do not come true.”
Laughter. Harsh and wild and free from all constraints of sanity. All traces of playfulness disappeared from Yami no Malik’s eyes, the purple of them starting to burn like the ashes of a phoenix pyre as he tightened his grip on Seto, and cooed as a reply, “Fairy-tales don’t come true. But nightmares do.”
A hard kiss pressed upon bruised skin, “Nightmares live.”
A broken finger twisted sadistically, “Nightmares kill.”
A sudden, harsh bite at a soft shoulder, “Nightmares hate.”
A shockingly-soft whisper, cruel in its deception, “Nightmares love.”
A final, low, victorious laugh.“Nightmares exist. And I am your nightmare.”
~Fin~
The theme that I had been trying for was love btw, in case anyone is interested in how off-base I managed to get, and I wrote it over the course of three hours or so, since I kept getting distracting which might account for the different styles used. All critiques will be gladly accepted.
Pick a pairing. Write three drabbles for that pairing, each with a different take on it: love, hate and indifference. In that order, because that’s the order they appear in the quotation. Post them in your journal, and pass this on.
See that meme? I meant to do it for psychoshipping. I really did. Instead, I ended up writing my first ever Dangershipping story/ficlet. Not even a drabble. Two full pages on Microsoft Word. I have no clue how that happened, but I'm blaming it on
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...I'll take the meme later.
The theme that I had been trying for was love btw, in case anyone is interested in how off-base I managed to get. All critiques will be gladly accepted.
A giggle floated lazily into the office, followed moments later by a smirking Yami no Malik and a mocking call of, “Why Se-to, working again? What a shame. I’d almost think you didn’t miss me.” The dark spirit was the only one who drawled Seto’s name in that particular manner, elongating the syllables to make it sound like a snake’s hiss followed by an axe chop.
“You’re not real.” Seto informed Yami no Malik, without looking up from his laptop. A moment later, the screen was pressed down with a deceptive gentleness, the cinnamon-golden fingers of the other boy wrapping over Seto’s slender, paler hands. The same infuriatingly relaxed laughter sounded again as Yami no Malik started to thoughtlessly bend Seto’s fingers backwards, now seated on his lap. “Silly Se-to. That is what you always say.”
“It’s just as true as the first time that I said it.” Seto coldly replied, not wincing at the feeling of his fingers being pushed to the breaking point. He refused to look at the Egyptian, instead staring at the dark wooden door from which his tormentor had entered. For that, he heard a finger snap, the sharp crack sounding even over the other’s laughter. “But Se-to, if I don’t exist, then how did that finger break?”
Changing tactics as that question was unanswerable, Seto instead reasoned flatly, “You are nothing but a part of Malik Ishtar’s mind. You cannot have a body of your own separate from him meaning you cannot be here. Hence, you do not exist.” For an answer, he received a taunting giggle and dark indigo eyes peered up at him teasingly, half-hidden by lowered eyelids. Tanned fingers deftly undoing buttons, Yami no Malik asked casually, “Does that mean I’m not undressing you?”
A silence, and the sound of heavy cloth hitting the ground with a muffled thud, the metal jingle of belts clashing against each other following. Then a stubborn, single-word reply. “Yes.”
“And that you’re not scared?” Fingers ghosting over the expanse of skin revealed, pressing against the hollow of Seto’s throat and feeling his heartbeat quicken in a way that would never be shown in his words. A curt answer, anger barely-repressed, “I don’t fear what doesn’t exist.”
Laughter sounded yet again, the golden false god sliding off the other’s lap to kneel between his legs and smirk up at him. The words that dripped off his teeth were poison-sweet, the quick flash of teeth ghostly white, seeming to almost glisten under the bright light of the office. “If I don’t exist, then obviously you won’t feel it when I do this…” A hand settled on each thigh, the gold of the bracers cold against Seto’s skin, and the psychopath bent his head after flashing the taller boy another eerie smirk.
Once more, silence fell, cold blue eyes staring steadily at the wooden door, lips pressed together in a thin line to stop any sound escaping them. Any sound at all. This wasn’t happening. There was nothing for him to feel. There was no reason for to react, because there was nothing happening for him to react to.
…and the sudden, shocked gasp that left his lips was due to him seeing a scratch on the door. Nothing to do with a clever tongue curling itself in such a manner that it tangled Seto’s very thoughts.
Again, laughter rang through the room, contaminating the very air as Yami no Malik rose to his feet, now looming over the other boy as he licked his lips, pink tongue seeming to taste the air in a snake-like manner. Wild spikes of dark golden hair covered his eyes, only the perfect cruelty of his smile showing as he guided Seto from the chair to lie over the desk instead, brown head bent to stare at the carpet. Passive. Submissive. All those things that Seto wasn’t. Which made sense. This wasn't happening, so this wasn’t Seto. Or so he told himself, with every shudder that ran through his body.
This wasn’t happening, so this wasn’t him.
Afterwards, instead of laughing, Yami no Malik half-purred as he held the other boy close to him, cradling his pretty doll within gold-laden arms. Trailing his fingers languidly over the cooling skin, he licked at the shell of the other’s ear before he spoke, “Se-to, do you still maintain that I don’t exist?”
Voice empty of all emotion, Seto answered mechanically, “You do not exist. Magic does not exist. Fairy-tales do not come true.”
Laughter. Harsh and wild and free from all constraints of sanity. All traces of playfulness disappeared from Yami no Malik’s eyes, the purple of them starting to burn like the ashes of a phoenix pyre as he tightened his grip on Seto, and cooed as a reply, “Fairy-tales don’t come true. But nightmares do.”
A hard kiss pressed upon bruised skin, “Nightmares live.”
A broken finger twisted sadistically, “Nightmares kill.”
A sudden, harsh bite at a soft shoulder, “Nightmares hate.”
A shockingly-soft whisper, cruel in its deception, “Nightmares love.”
A final, low, victorious laugh.“Nightmares exist. And I am your nightmare.”
The theme that I had been trying for was love btw, in case anyone is interested in how off-base I managed to get, and I wrote it over the course of three hours or so, since I kept getting distracting which might account for the different styles used. All critiques will be gladly accepted.
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LoL! They might freak out? And... that makes me want to do it more ;P j/k.
^^; *cough* Well All I know is that it sucks that my top two fav's include Bakura so either way ~.~; *shrugs* ^^; and if I brought my 3rd, it'd still be involving Bakura -.-;; And I used to call Malik the slut -.- *cough* yes, your dangershipping that I'm sure if you could you'd bring it in x.x
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Whee, tell me if you do. ^_^ *used to print out stuff and stick it on her walls if she liked it enough*
XDDD, I hate the word 'slut'. What's your third, btw? My third would have to be dangershipping or clashshipping or damageshipping... my first is definitely psychoshipping. I am going to do the meme for that. ^_^
...bring it in where? Bakura would kill me if I broke him and Marik up to let Marik dominate Seto instead.
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LoL Yeah. i just have art,fanart and such on my walls - well, besides the tons of posters and such ^^; When I redo my walls and such, I should take a pic :P
^^; Hate the word slut, hmm? ^^; Oops. Yeah, a friend of mine and I joked about it - not that he really *was* one, just that the way he was often portrayed ^^; My third would probably be tendershipping... though, even fetishshipping is starting up there x.x Clash? Yay for doing the meme for that :P
Umm... Yeah, he would ~.~ Twas what I'm hoping you wouldn't do :P Then again, don't think seto-mun would go for that ^^;
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Clashshipping = Marik x Atem. *shrugs* Don't ask why, most of the time I can't stand it but I like it occasionally. And yay indeed for 3 psychoshipping drabbles to be posted.
XD, I doubt it very much! Though it could always work in an AU RP... gods, now I'm imagining Marik/Seto as the established couple, and Bakura wanting to break them up, but Marik telling Bakura that he wouldn't break anywhere near as prettily as Seto would and Bakura just smirking and saying that he wouldn't be the one getting broken, then kissing Marik before he has the chance to absorb what Bakura said...
Um. No. Bad. NO INSPIRATION FOR FICLETS, DAMN YOU!
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Aoh. Marik... Atem... dang. *cough* ~.~ No comment :P And yay for 3 psychoshipping drabbles ^-^
LOL jeez. Marik/Seto and Bakura ... yeah. If Bakura wanted to be with Marik than yeah, I could see him trying to break them up *clears throat and hisses* :P *blinku* Oi... LMFAO!!! Interesting that... I say things and they inspire ficlets o.o;; *pouts @ ideas in my head that leave many ideas that all end up with broken/lonely/loner forever Baku* x.X
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XD, I said that I don't like most of the time. I only ever like it because Marik gets to dominate Atem. Which is fun, since I don't like Atem. At all.
Yeah, inpsirations for ficlets just hit me out of things that people say often, because my mind is weird like that... and what broken/lonely Bakura? If he was trying to split them up, he'd damn well succeed! My OTP is psychoshipping after all, not changeshipping.
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*nods* Yes... well... yeah. I can see the "positive" thing in that, but... >.> *dangles Bakura in front of Marik* THIS is good *dangles Atem over various torture devices* This? You let someone else take care of.
*nods* Well, yeah. LoL I get hit with inspiration for things, I just... never do them b/c I know I can't portray or... convey... something them as I see them in my mind or think of them or what-have-you... >.< Meh. My imagination is so high that someone mentions a word or phrase and I'll usually either create something from it or associate it with something -.-;; Well... I inspire Yuri fanfiction for Genderbending Yuugioh *nods* at least with one of my friends I do ^^; And yes, broken/lonely Baku - not from your fics *coughwouldhopethatyouwouldsticktopsychoshipping :P * But more like my wonderful way of having Bakura not be a loner only to have it stripped from him to end up a loner again but miserable "you don't know what you've got till it's gone" sort of things *shrugs* and other such thoughts ^^;
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LOL! *dies* Talk about teaching by example! *nods and scribbles down notes*
Meh, yeah, sometimes the stufff that I write comes out wrong or not like I intended it to. Usually I post it anyway, just to remind myself how far I've progressed.
and lol, good for it not coming from my fics! *waves a little 'Psychoshipper for life!' flag* Aw... don't do that to him. Then again, I've done worse to Marik, so who am I to talk? ^^;
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LoL!! *nods* Yep ^-^ Now, it doesn't mean I have a problem with Atem *cough* Sometimes... *ahem* 9.9
*nods* Yeah. And you can always rewrite it how you want it... if you want. *nods* Yeah... I... am scared to look at the things I used to write ^^'
LOL Naw. Though, mention of dangershipping only increased the thoughts, but didn't inspire them :P ... changeshipping too... I think change... YAY for psychoshipper for life :P *nods* ~.~ Yeah. I keep thinking "Be nice to Bakura! He deserves it! Show through him that things can happen! Write fics about it!" then I turn around, "Nope. I'd like to be nice, but I must be honest... it doesn't happen that way" *clings to Baku* ^^; *pats Marik* Poor misunderstood ... Err... creation.
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Eh, I rarely rewrite things. Don't have the patience and have FAR too many other plotbunnies in my head to be able to sit down and rewrite things without making them completely different.
LOL! Changeshipping is good. It pairs Malik and Ryuuji up so that neither of them can distract Marik and Bakura from being a happy little psychotic couple. Dangershipping is bad, it makes Marik focus on breaking Seto instead of
fucking claiming Bakura. *innocence* Though, damn you, now I want to write that fic with both of them in it.
...and nice things do happen to Bakura. He gets to take Marik's virginity, for a start. At least, in one fic that I'm writing. He also mocks Marik mercilessly for it. ^^;
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LoL! Just... I donno. Both their upper bodies are alright... not great, but... alright. Then I drew the bottom half of them and they would not cooperate. LMFAO! yes... When I was outlining I did some messups... including width/size of bottom halfs - from legs to how tall they were to... err... *cough* Yes. I think I'll stop there...
*nods* Yeah. LoL I suppose if you did try to rewrite it, you'd probably just end up changing the entire thing...
LoL!! yes, I s'pose keeping Malik & Ryuuji together to keep them from distracting Marik & Baku is a good thing :P LMFAO!!!!! Oh jeez. Instead of claiming Bakura xDD Wow... and *shakes head* tsk tsk. How nice of Marik. Either breaking one or being possessive of the other. Nice ;P Oi! When I woke up I was thinking of something and now I can't remember what it was! It was something similiar to the fics you wrote... in that sort of vibe about Seto... Seto's working at his desk and all he keeps imagining is Marik and Bakura together... and being in denial that (a) he's imagining that to begin with (b) that he even cares. gah. I shoulda wrote it as soon as I got up outtah bed *pouts* Err, and I just wrote something, anywho.
*blinku* Oh? The Virgin!Marik fic?? xDD Whee~ LoL and aww.... mocking him? xDD Why do I see a cute-pouty Marik now? ^^;
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*smirks* Trust me, I think that it looks fine. All of it looks fine. Even Bakura's generous...um... proof of gender. XD
Oooh, yeah, you should have definitely written that, it sounds cool. A completely different take to how I'd do it, but cool. Try doing it now anyway? And whee for having written stuff, I'll read it tomorrow once I get this stupid paper and maths done and french as well *dies for not having done it last night*.
And obviously Marik either breaks people or possesses them. What else could he do? He's not human. Loving them would be out of the question.
And yeah, the Virgin!Marik fic. Marik goes very pouty and defensive because Bakura refuses to deflower him because it's too much fun to mock him. And then he threatens to WHACK Bakura with the Sennen Rod if he doesn't stop laughing, and Bakura just smirks and tells him that'll definitely not ever get Marik laid.
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LoL!!! Thank you for making me BLUSH xDDD Gah... Great... Gah, I'm blushing pretty bad right now... this is your fault :P Wow. LoL!! I.. uh... Uh... at least we know he's male? And... what they just said on the TV really does not help x.x
*shrugs* Meh. I wrote it down but... now to think if I'll keep it in my lj or delete it :P French as well? Oi oi. Well... yes... hopefully you can get that all down and NOT have to stay up all night doing it.
*sulks* No comment.
LoL!!! Oh jeez... *giggles* Yes... xDD This definetely amuses me xD I will definetely look foward to reading the Virgin!Marik fic when it's complete >D
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Hey, you're the one who drew it! You should have seen me blushing once I saw it for the first time - and duh he's male. Marik's proved that several times. XD
I think that I'll have to be up all night. French is a movie i need to watch, so it'll take at least two hours... meaning I can only start on my paper at around 9, if I'm lucky, and I still have 6 pages to write for it. I ought to be doing my maths now really, I only have 45 mins left before I need to hand it in.
*head tilt* Make Bakura prove that wrong :P
You and Kat both, he's started calling The Fic where Yami no Marik Dies of Sexual Frustration and Bakura is an Evil Bastard.
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LMFAO! I know I was thinking that as well xDD (that I drew it). Yeah, but I was tired and really hungry and waiting for my ramen to cook and... so... wasn't paying that much attention until I brought it back in my room to colour. Then I thought "... what did I do? o.o; " *ahem* I almost didn't send it b/c I was really more disappointed with how short they look ~.~ *cough* And yes... Marik has... *ahem* ANYWHO 9.9
0.0! Do it then!! T.T *sulks* mew
LoL! Make Bakura prove that wrong? *pulls out list of things Bakura has to do that he never thought he'd be doing and writes it in at the top* Yes... this'll be fun ;P
LoL!!! >D *snorts* Yay for Marik being the sexually frustrated one :P Gah, I'm gonna be so amused by this, I KNOW it. I already love your style and the idea behind the fic I know I'll enjoy ^^; So yes, much amusement will be had.
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XD, I love it. I really do. I am just highly amused by how OBVIOUSLY male Bakura is. And Marik must be very pleased with that, come to think of it.
Did my maths and gave it in on time by doing it during the French movie.
...XD, you actually wrote "Make Marik fall in love with me" on a list of to-do items for Bakura?!
He-ey, the poor yami's a virgin and being mocked by his would-be lover. I pity him. And I don't think that you've seen me write humor yet, have you? I could give you a link to humor fics I've written to see if you like them as well as you like my dark fiction.
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LoL!! Well... yes... Marik should, but... it must have been yet another subconcious thing at work ^^;; Honest xD B/c I wouldn't do that intentionally knowing what could be said ;P But seriously... gah. LOL I didn't scan it so you have the original and only copy of Bakura's...Bakura kneeling like that *cough* Anywho.
YAAAY for finishing math... and... oi more work.
LoL! I actually do have things Bakura needs to do ;P Hmmm... now how to Marik fall in love with him 9.9
LoL!!! Of course YOU pity him... and I would to if it wasn't Bakura on the other end of that. *nods* But yeah... I find it amusing ;P *shrugs* And cute ^^;
Nope, never seen you write humour... *would like to*
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...what could be said? *snickers* With how he's kneeling and everything, I guess that we could blame Marik for Bakura looking so very male XDDDDDD
Love potions. Or a little help from God. Or a lot of help from God.
He-ey, so Bakura has the right to mock Marik's lack of a sex life when he's supposed to be getting screwed senseless? No fair!
As for humor, here's an extract from a fic I once wrote that was mainly Ryou/Kaiba centric, but has a little psychoshipping in it as well, and a tad of thiefshipping:
"Kaiba and Bakura nearly drowned! Someone had better give them mouth-to-mouth." A voice that Kaiba easily recognized as Devlin's suggested. Kaiba wildly waved his arms in an attempt to convey that 'yes, he had nearly drowned, but no, he didn't want mouth-to-mouth.'
"Yes, I think Devlin's right. Ryou, you know mouth-to-mouth, why don't you do it?" Yugi was heard to say. Kaiba stopped moving his arms. Ryou was preferable to drowning after making it to dry land.
"No, big brother's stopped moving! He's dead!" Mokuba sobbed hysterically. Trying to reassure his bother, Kaiba started flailing his arms again.
"Aah, he's moving! Must be one of those zombies!" Joey said, sounding panicked. Kaiba rolled his eyes, and mentally groaned.
"Don't be a fool Joey, Kaiba's not a zombie. Ryou, now's your chance, do mouth-to-mouth!" Malik said eagerly. Kaiba sighed. What was it with these people and wanting Ryou to do mouth-to-mouth?
"Yes, but on which one, my yami or Kaiba?" Ryou's soft voice asked.
"Kaiba, of course, you might not get another chance." Marik said decisively. Kaiba groaned again. If he died, of course Ryou wouldn't get another chance. Marik did not seem to be the sharpest knife in the drawer - although, thinking of Marik's dagger collection, Kaiba conceded that having very sharp knives might compensate for not being one.
Next to him, Kaiba could feel someone coughing rapidly, and then suddenly everyone shifted their attention to that person. Determined not to be outdone, Kaiba forced himself to cough as well, and when he couldn't anymore, he lay back with a moan and slowly opened his eyes.
"My entire world's gone black. I'm blind!" He exclaimed fearfully.
"No, I had just put my hand over your eyes so that I could check your pupils to see if you had a concussion." Ryou said, and then drew back a little. Relaxing, Kaiba realized that he wasn't blind, and that he could see Ryou's eyes, better than he ever had. Ryou's eyes - Ryou's pretty, soft, velvet-warm brown eyes...he might have mentally continued cataloguing the virtues of Ryou's eyes, if it hadn't been for the sudden commotion besides him.
"Fine then Bakura, see if I ever save your life again." Malik said, looking rather annoyed.
"How do you call that saving my life?" Bakura asked indignantly, sitting up as if fully recovered. Malik sighed, and assumed his best 'I'm-surrounded-by-idiots' voice.
"I was performing mouth-to-mouth since Ryou was too busy trying to decide whether or not to save Kaiba." Bakura glared at Malik, who retreated behind his yami.
"That might have saved my life, but you shoving your tongue down my mouth was more likely to suffocate me!" Bakura said hotly, causing Marik to growl warningly.
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Um... He's having a really good day? LoL!!! Oh jeez... yes... I suppose we could... *clears throat* Um... yes... I suppose ... yes blame Marik.
God, love potions and... luck?
LoL!! Yes >D He has that right *nods* *pokes Bakura* He'll give in.
*snorts* xDD That amused me. Poor Kaiba ^^; And the knives/Marik made me giggle xD And then Jou being the way he is, of course. And yes... *cough* I was definetely amused by the last part *nods* And *snugs Ryou* ^-^
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XD, of course blame Marik. Why else would Bakura's...um... gender... be so pronounced? *nods* Definitely the fault of Sexy!Cat!Marik.
Oh yeah, of course luck! I'll be on Bakura's side definitely, God, love potions and luck. How can he fail with a trio like that?
...are you sure? Because so far, it looks like Marik is going to either die of embarrassment or sexual frustration before Bakura gives in.
I can give you the link to the ficcie if you like then - it won runner-up for best humor fic at Chibizoo's contest so I'm pretty okay with it. Even though when I reread it, I don't like it all that much.
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LoL!!! *whimpers and blushes again* *cough* Yes... blame Marik 9.9 xDD And *nods* I still love how you drew Marik in the cat costume *nodu*
LoL! Yes, luck. Too bad that luck's usually not on Bakura's side *sighs* But yes yes, with the three of those... then he should get at least somewhere ;P
x.x *cleras throat* Yeah. hm. Marik should start trying tactics to work on Bakura *nodu* Possibly make Bakura... frustrated to where he'll give in.
Yes yes! Please? ^^;; Chibizoo? The yuugioh fanartist? And yeah, I like what I read ^^; Perhaps b/c you don't usually do humour and that's why you didn't like it? Or just your own worse critic?
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*laughs at Dani blushing so easily* I'm debating whether or not to send you the pic I drew of Bakura chained to a wall with his legs spread while in hot pink shorts and this sort of 'come get me' smirk on his face... It would be highly entertaining to see your reaction to that.
*purrs* I'm luck, remember? Fickle Goddess = Luck, and I'm rooting for Marik first, then Bakura. ^_^ So they'll be fine.
XD! I think that he's too frustrated and humiliated at the point to do anything except glare at Bakura, which isn't really a seductive thing to do.
Heh, she writes and draws as well. When you're online tonight, I'll give you the link then, or do you want to get it here? I have it on my dj and my ff.net account - and no, I like my humor stuff, I usually write humor and dark stuff in equal amounts, it's just that I tend not to like my OLD stuff, and that fic is about a year old.
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o.o with... Bakura... *clears throat* Yes, well the image in my head now is quite... interesting... but why pink!? :P Wow... um... LoL! Yes... well... Um... >.>; yeah.
*bows* Of course you are, demo... yeah, they'll be fine... they have to be.
LoL!!! Awww!!! The image I see is a glaring/pouting Marik with Bakura laughing hysterically xDDD *SMACKs Bakura* >.> Stop being mean...
*nods* Meh, I'd get on msn, but I keep thinking as soon as I do, I'll hafta go x.X Ah, I didn't know she writes... I've seen her stuff on Deviantart... wait... maybe I have seen something she's wrote... now I'm not sure ~.~ Either one, it doesn't matter ^^; ooooh. So it's more of just that it's one of your older works...
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*grin* Pink because I'm evil like that. And yes, well, it's not a bad drawing. Only thing is that all the drawing I send to you, I kinda miss since I can't scan them in or photocopy them or anything, so I go all pouty and 'waaah my babies are gone!'. Though, if i have to give them to anyone, you're the one I chose. ^_^
Or I'll WHACK them. Don't anger the psychoshippers. XD
LOL, yeah, pretty close, now imagine them both naked in bed, Marik kind of trying to draw Bakura towards him, and Bakura leaning away and laughing with this smirk on his lips, and Marik looking like he wants to punch Bakura for it.
lol, it's okay, I ought to be starting maths anyway so that I can get online tonight and get some sleep before doing that. Oh, and yeah, just that it's my older works.
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LoL!! But pink is EVIL!! *blinks* Yeah... I've done that before... where I usually try to copy things I send b/c... they're my creations ._.;; I've sent... one or two things to Neko... and one to another friend of mine that I scanned first and it was a birthday gift since I'm broke ._.; I keep everything if possible ^^; Well... I have a scanner :P So I should scan what you've sent me when I get a chance and send them to you so you can still have a part of what you created *nodu* Awww, nyu~ ^-^ *special special*
LoL!!! Agreed. xDDD
LoL!!!! *snickers snorts* Poor Marik xDDD I shouldn't find that amusing, but I do :P *SMACKs Bakura*... again. oh yes, I can definetely imagine that
2 hours left of voting? *blinks* Wow. Meh. ._. I've been tempted to talk about politics and such in my lj, but b/c I don't know hardly anything about it (and how horribly and confusing I word things) I have yet to ~.~
*pats* Yes, you need to get plenty of sleep tonight, to make up for the lack of sleep you got... so yes, do math >.>
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