Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Closed Doors ❯ Dans Le Grand Picine ( Chapter 3 )

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SPECIAL NOTE: Fury. I know you're all wondering what's going on. Here's the deal. I wrote these chapters about a month ago, because I knew this would happen. I wrote my midterms, then had a week off, but was quite sick. Because of that, not only did I get NO class work done, but I got NO Fury written. So, Now, I'm headed off on a holiday in the States, and taking my laptop. You all know what that means...Fury! It will be posted on, if not before, March 18th, I promise. Thank you all for your patience. Now, for a nice, healthy serving of brain candy...

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Scratch: I think we'd all agree that this is the DUMBEST group of fics that I have written to date (just wait, it'll get worse), and that I should be spending my time on more important things. Like Homework. or 'Fury'. Or finding a real life. But Whatcha gonna do?


Dans Le Grand Picine (Translation: In the Big Swimming Pool)

There they were, all Our Heros in one beat-up old pickup truck. Tristan was driving. Things could get ugly. Not that Tristan was a bad driver or anything, but Joey was also in the front with Yami, and no one had let either of them live their 'moment's' down yet.
"I think you guys will like the cabin. Swimming pool, big screen TV, and the rooms all have doors that lock..."
"Very funny, Wise guy. One of these days, I'll be the one crackin jokes." Joey quipped.
"You're right, Joey. For now, you're just shooting blanks." Joey 'grr'ed' and faced the window as Tristan chuckled. Yami, who sat between them, just blushed. He wasn't quite used to this "Heckling" thing the group tended to do, and he was sick of being called "Dancing Queen".

The rest of the group, sitting in the back of the truck, were realtivly quiet. There was a long weekend ahead of them. Bakura and Yugi were leaning up against the 2 2-4's that Joey had 'borrowed' from his parents, and Tea and Mai were perched ontop of their luggage attempting to stay clean. "I hear Tristan's got a nice place out in the bushes here." Bakura said.
"He should, with that kind of cash floating around..."
"What are you talking about, Mai?"
"Tristan's parents are loaded! Didn't you know, Bakura? His dad's some genious with the stock market, and his mom's a brain surgen!" Yugi smiled. For a Brit, Bakura could be quite clueless. (A/N: hey, I'm of Brittish decent, too. don't get your knickers in a twist...)
"Oh, I guess that makes sense then."
"What, Bakura? Tristan's having a big cabin and a fully loaded motorbike without him ever working?"
"No, not that, Tea."
"Tristan's apparent knowledge of Medicine?" (A/N: something I made up for one of my other fics: I'm With You.)
"Not quite what I was thinking, Mai."
"Tristan's apparent lack of brains?"
"Bang on, Yugi! I knew they had to go somewhere..." Bakura smiled. The group snickered. The truck stopped.
"Last stop! Everybody out!"
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They hadn't even been there two hours and it was dark. And the place was a mess. And Yugi, Joey, Tristan, Mai and Bakura were plastered.
"Are you sure that was Deniro, cause I's thought dat it was Al Pachino."
"Nah, nah, Joey, Deniro was the guy who did that other movie. Al pachino looks like Joe Pechi. It was Dennis Hoffman."
"Yug, you're dumb. Dennis Hoffman doesn't play basketball OR Baseball."
"Shut up, Tristan, I'm the King of Games and I know what I'm talking about. It was Dennis Hoffman."
"You're all wrong."
"Oh, Yeah, Bakura?"
"Yeah, Yugi. Dennis Hoffman doesn't play baseball, cause there's no such person, so how can he >hickup< play base-ket-ball is he never existed?"
"Bakura, You're right, you pomous little Englander-guy!"
The group laughed. Yami rolled his eyes. He wanted to stay sober incause anyone did anything stupid, at least then someone would have a level head. Tea had gone to bed about an hour ago, leaving Yami alone with the drunken lot.
"Awwww, jeeez, Yami, don't looka me like that, we's just havin some fun!"
"Never mind sourpussface over there, Yugi. Now, who's that guy?"
"I can't remember, Mai, do you remember?"
"Nope!"
"I know! Dennis Rodman!! that's it!"
There was laughing, and a few highfives, then the group grew silent.
"No, nah,nah,nah...that's not Rodman, he looks to human."
Yami had had his fill. "It's Michael Jordon, you fools. I haven't seen an athletic event in 5000 years, and even I know that that is Michael Jordan!"
"Alrighty, Mr-Phaero-Smarty-Puzzle-Pants...then who's the guy in the grey long-johns?"
"Bugs Bunny, Yugi. He's a cartoon character."
"That's silly, you silly goose!" Mai slurred. Tristan was passed out in the arm chair next to the couch she was lying on. Knowing that he would be stiff in the morning, Yami helped the soused boy to his feet, and attempted to help him down the hall to his room.
"Yeah, Mai? And why is that?" He called over his shoulder.
"Cause Bunnys can't play ball!"
More laughter. Tristan lifted his head. "She's gotcha there, Your Majestary."
Yami dragged him down the hall and threw him into the nearest bedroom. He was about to close the door when he remembered something Yugi had told him about alcohol...Yami went down to the broom closet at the end of the hall, found a bucket, and placed it beside Tristan's bed.
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Tea was lying awake in her room.
"I can't believe Joey and Tristan Drank so much. Or that Yugi and Bakura drank so little! And How many Bloody Marys did Mai have, anyways? Grrr...One beer and I'm fine, but being in a room with them is like having six over a hangover."
That was when she noticed that the noise in the living room had stopped. Tea rolled out of bed, deciding to see if Yami needed any help, but realized that he may well be smashed too. She looked out her room's patio window, leading out to the pool. It was well lit, and it was a nice night for a swim, but Tea's suit was still wet from swimming earlier...
"If they're all knocked out in the living room, I coud go for a quick dip without anyone ever knowing..." She smiled. Then stripped.
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Yami returned to the living room after putting Yugi to bed and finding another mop bucket for him, only to find that the living room was now empty. Yami was to tired and frustrated to care where Joey, Mai and Bakura were. He was about to go upstairs to his room when he heard a splash from the pool out side.
"What if one of them wandered out there? They could drown! Oh, NO!"
Yami scrambled down the hall, attempting the door to the deck from the lounge, but the door was jammed. Panicking, Yami ran to the front door, outside and around back to the pool deck, scaling a few fences along the way. He didn't want to yell and wake up any neighbors, so, without even looking to see who had 'fallen' in, Yami ran across the deck and dove in fully clothed. He came up, pushed the hair out of his eyes and scanned the surface for his victem. Someone broke the surface of the water and was standing up, looking around. It only took a second to realize that this person was...without apparel, but within that second, the swimmer turned around and swung a fist blindly in Yami's direction. Yami was backhanded across the face by Tea and fell backwards, back underwater. Tea turned, realizing she'd hit something, and screamed. Yami stood back up. Tea ducked underwater to hide what she could. Then both started yelling, rapid-fire.
"Yami?!"
"Tea?!"
"What exactly do you think you're doing out here?"
"I thought you were one of the drunken idiots! Why did you hit me?"
"I thought you were one of the drunken idiots, out to attack me!"
"I wasn't attacking you, I was rescuing you!"
"Rescuing me?!"
"Yes! I heard a splash and thought you were Mai or Joey or Bakura or Yugi so I tried to get out but the door was stuck so I ran out from the front and jumped in and you're not wearing any clothes are you?"
There was silence. Yami and Tea stayed frozen for a second, staring eachother in the eyes, then both turned beet red and began stammering "...Um...Yeah," and "I'd..better just..." 's while averting their eyes from eachother.
Tea got out, wrapped herself in a towel, and turned back to Yami. There gazes locked. Then they both started laughing hysterically.
"I thought this only happened in B-grade movies!"
"You should have seen your face!"
"You look rediculous, Yami. Let me get you a towel..."
Yami, who had climbed out of the pool, caught the towel Tea tossed to him, and quickly dried out his hair. The spikes were still there, however wilted.
"You should get out of those wet clothes before you catch your death...wait, nevermind."
More laughter, and Yami put the towel back on the table near where Tea was standing. His arm brushed hers. Both knew those goosebumps weren't just from the cold.
There was a second, one of those Hollywood moments, where they stared deep into eachother's eyes, and then, Yami grabbed Tea by the arms and kissed her passionatly. she wrapped her arms as best she could around his waist and leaned backwards over the table. Both spun, Tea's arms sliding up to Yami's shirt collar. She tried to rip the buttons open, but they wouldn't tear. She tugged again before she felt Yami's hands undoing button after button, never breaking the kiss. As soon as Yami's shirt was off, Tea lept up, wrapped her dancer's legs around his waist and held on as they knocked into the table and then fell to the deck, towels flying...all the towels, if ya know what I mean...
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Ok, I'm leaving it there. This is so dumb. I can't write a lemon. I can't even write an orange...whatever that means. If you didn't catch on, the movie was "Space Jam", and that conversation actually took place at a party I was at once, but the names called were much cruder and the conversation ended with a discussion over which of the boys of Bon Jovi had the better butt (Jon won, hands down, BTW...).
Next chapter (dear god, it never ends): Hangover's a B*tch, or so Yugi discovers. What happened to Joey and Mai? *_- Bakura wakes in a rather odd location, and does the group ever figure it all out about Yami and Tea's little game of Marco Polo?
I apologuise for my own patheticness. ~_~;