A rewrite of my original Election Day story. This version is WAY better.
Notes on changes:
1- I changed Joey to Jou. It's just easier that way. The original names for everyone. Kind of.
2- I added more detail. Thank God. The thing was all dialogue, now I've got some decent meat on them bones.
Enjoy!
Chapter One
"This country needs a new leader," a tall brunet announced into the mike. A huge crowd cheered for him. "This country needs help, and I am the one capable of helping it," he continued, sharp blue eyes surveying the mob.
Anxiously waiting nearby was a blond man, nervously tapping his foot, watching the brunet with apprehensively twitching brown eyes. He tugged on the collar of his suit, loosened his emerald green tie, and turned to the woman next to him.
"How d'ya t'ink 'e's doin'?" he asked, Boston accent thickened heavily by the adrenaline rush.
The woman, also blonde, glanced over the crowd with seductive lilac-colored eyes. "I'm not sure, Jou. I think he may be screwing it up."
Jou looked at her, eyes widened into huge earthen pools of fright. She snickered, then burst into wild laughter.
"You know full well that I'm kidding. He's passing with flying colors," she reassured him.
"Dat ain't funny, Mai," Jou said with a pout.
Mai looked him over sharply. "Senators do not pout."
Jou sharpened his gaze into a glare.
"Jounouchi Katsuya, we'll make a Vice President out of you yet," Mai proclaimed proudly, turning once more to watch the waves of signs reading "Kaiba-Katsuya".
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Two men, one frighteningly tall and the other laughably short, sat at a table in a comfortable hotel with a stack of papers between them.
The shorter one ran his fingers through the wild, tri-colored spikes of his hair. "I don't know, Yami," he began shakily. "I still think the paragraph on gun control would come before the one on battery recycling." A tired lock of blond hair hung in front of his innocent purple eyes, and he brushed it back only to find it replaced by two more locks, one of black and the other of purplish-red.
Yami sighed, his nearly identical spikes of hair shivering as he shook his head.
"In fact, we should get rid of the battery recycling part completely. It's not a major issue."
Yami shook his head again. "You tell my speechwriter that. He told us we're only supposed to rearrange this thing, not delete parts. Besides, it may not be major, but it is too an issue."
Yugi rolled his eyes, and they were met with a glare from Yami's crimson ones.
"Come on, Yami, Honda is never going to notice if one paragraph is missing," Yugi pleaded.
"You go get some sleep, I'll work on this," Yami replied absentmindedly, waving vaguely in the direction of Yugi's bedroom.
"Alright… don't stay up too late, okay?" Yugi asked as he trudged sleepily to his bedroom.
"I won't," Yami said reassuringly, surreptitiously crossing his fingers behind his back.
"I saw that."
So, what did you think? Better than it was, ne?
Please review!
-Ci7-