Odori: This story is doing way better than it should be.
No crap! What the hell are you guys on, and where can I get some? Cuz I'm pretty sure you'd have to be pretty high in the sky to enjoy those first two chapters!... not that I care as long as I keep getting my lovely little reviews...
Odori: You're pathetic.
TT I know. Oh, and again sorry bout the not updatingness. I really should be doing a chapter once a week, not once a month... meh. School sucks.
Odori On another note, isn't this story yaoi?
...Yeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhh...
Odori: So let me get this straight. You're a fourteen year old prude, straight female, and you're gonna write a story with gay sex?
Mmmmm... Yeah, that's the plan.
Odori: Right. Just making sure.
Oh and hey, that reminds me. Anyone want to write a lemon for me? Cuz... well... being prude... I'd probably suck.
Odori: Nobody cares and this author's note is too damn long. START THE RA DAMNED CHAPTER!
Okay okay sheesh --;;;
Sometimes I curse the day I was brought up as a polite and proper boy.
Let me explain my current situation to you all more clearly. Malik has proposed a bet, and, against what should have been my better judgement, I agreed. But why is this so bad, you ask?
Because little old Malik doesn't like to lose.
Which means he'll do anything to win. And I mean anything.
Leather... why on earth does everyone I know have a bloody leather fetish!
...What do you mean that's off the subject? It has everything to do with what I was talking about!
Meh.
So anyways, right now I have about 40 lbs. of dead cow hanging off the hanger of the 2x3 changing room my psychotic best friend shoved me into.
Fun, ne?
Right, well, back to the idea of me hating my politeness and properness (I don't care if that's not word, it is now!). If I was a normal teenage boy, I could've just screamed 'Hell no!' at the top of my lungs and be done with it.
But nooooooooooooooo. I have to be the well-mannered Brit.
Well screw that!
"Malik there's not a snowball's chance in hell I'm ever going... to... oh, that's really nice, you two." I'll three guesses as to which two people are in the middle of sucking each other's faces off, and the first two don't count.
"Malik... Marik... you're scaring the heterosexuals..." They seem to care. Not. Though, Marik did just seem to get an insane glint in his eye and make his "attack" more aggressive.
"Well, then I guess I'll just go home now." Fine, let them do whatever the hell the want. Just saves me from be forced to wear these indecent clothes.
I start backing up when tan fingers lock around my considerably paler wrist.
"You're not going anywhere, Ry-chan, unless it's to the cash register." Oh come on! You've got to be kidding me! He was waging war with his yami's tongue just a moment ago! How can you recover from something like that so fast!
"Malik..."
"Ryou, I am dead serious. If you don't buy those clothes, we are going to have a problem." he locks his narrowed lavendar eyes with my own beautiful dirt brown ones. I glare right back.
I need new friends.
I sigh. There wasn't a chance I was going to win against him. Hell, if he really felt the need he could take over my mind.
Goddamn Sennen Items.
"F...fine..." I say, giving in. Stupid properness!
Dear God, what have I gotten myself into? Am I really willing to go to such extremes when I know Malik's wrong?
Too late to worry about it now. It's my time to pay. Christ, leather costs a lot! Damnit, Malik better have a lot of money for his allowance...
"Good, now all you have to do is change." Well, hey, looks like crazy and crazier have decided to separate themselves long enough to torment me some more. Joy.
"...I'm not wearing this stuff."
"Sure you are."
"No, I'm not-"
"Yes," he says slowly, hissing slightly at the 's'. "Yes you are." Well, crap.
Guess I learned today? Msking out makes you hungry! Who would've guessed? And that, my friends, is exactly why the two most mental people on the face of the planet have dragged me down to the food court.
This is, of course, after they forced me into wearing dead cow.
Did you know that leather is really uncomfortable? Because it is. Not in the sense that it has an irritating texture, but in the way that it feels like you AREN'T WEARING ANYTHING!
AAGH! How does Bakura do it?
I swear i'm not wearing pants. Every few minutes, I have to pat down my leg to make sure they're still there.
I HATE LEATHER!
GRR!
AND...
UM...
ROWR! I'M ANGRY!
"..."
Damn, I hate being proper.
And I really wish people would stop staring at me.
"..."
I hate my life.
Well... um... it's... less sucky than the first two...?
Yeah, you're right. It sucked.
Ah well, c'est la vie. I'll try to make it better for the next one. And... and.. update sooner! Yeah, I'll try that, too...
So...
Yeah.
Please review!
Dewa Mata!
Saruwatari