Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Insanity Express ❯ Dissociation ( One-Shot )

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DissociationAuthor's notes:

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, but I do own the originality of my Zoo-fics.

The mission statement of all Zoo-fics: To confuse you. To expose you to a
completely sadistic, warped
reality and bring chaos into your miserable little lives! *BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!*

Eevee muse: Okay Zoo, what have you been drinking?

Zoo: Not telling ^-^! But it's not "fruit juice".

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Dissociation


It was a beautiful day. That much credit was given to the event when it
happened. But then again,
how beautiful was beautiful?

Yuugi sat in his desk, reading a classic novel written by some great American
novelist, although
deftly translated into Japanese. He had been assigned to finish the novel and
write a summary on it, much
to the younger boy's chagrin. And so, said person now read diligently, brows
furrowed as he tried to piece
together the meaning of the words.

An hour and a half later found the boy at the end of the novel, reading the last
words while
wondering if he missed something. The boy re-read the last paragraph again, and
came to the conclusion
that he had finished the novel and had not understood it.

The next half an hour included the boy musing over the possible meaning of the
novel, haplessly
confused and lost over an almost non-existent plot line. And then, it dawned on
him.

"Ah ha!"

The author was ingenious. At least, that's what Yuugi thought. In fact, the
novel had one of the
best themes the boy had ever read. There was _no_ plot but simply a meaning,
engraved into the words of
the story! A meaning of death, and betrayal, plus some slight ideas that the
only way to control one's life
was to rid one of it.

The boy was so absorbed in writing down his brainstorm that he didn't notice the
forgotten amulet
around his neck glowing until a figure stalked up right next to him. This new
figure looked almost identical
to Yuugi, with exceptions, such as height and demeanor.

The taller figure glanced over Yuugi's shoulders, wondering what the boy was up
too in his
sudden frenzy of idea. Crimson eyes did a double take as they read the words,
written with a red pen. Or…
was the pen really red? It seemed to be red when written, though at the
beginning, the ink had dried to a
caked brown, slightly flaky.

Yami glanced at his other self, sighing as he pulled out a capsule from the top
drawer of Yuugi's
desk, noting that the contests were still as full as last week.

"Yuugi, next time, try taking your medication before you work." Yami told his
Aibou.

Yuugi momentarily looked up. "You're bothering me." He suddenly said, nibbling
the tip of his
pen. He wrote a few more sentences before realizing that he had run out of ink.
Yuugi sighed. "Darn. Out
of ink again."

And so, the smaller boy took out a knife from the second drawer, deftly slicing
his wrist in a
customary reaction.

Or, he would have done so, had it not been for his Yami, quickly seizing the
knife from him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Yami hissed, restraining the suddenly
suicidal boy.

Yuugi shrugged, reaching for the knife with his hand. His wrist was full of
scars, traveling like
zig-zags down his skin.

"Don't worry. I'm just getting some ink."

Crimson eyes glared at Yuugi. "Take. Your. Medicine. Now."

Yuugi glowered as he emptied several capsules from the said container. "Geez.
Don't need to be
so bossy." He sighed as he fetched a nearby glass of water, which happened to be
conveniently placed by
his desk from before. "Besides, I hate Prozac. It tastes gross. I think we
should go and buy that new brand
name - I heard that it comes in _strawberry_."

Yami sighed, putting the knife into his jacket pocket before massaging his
temples. "One… two…
three…"

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Jounochi laughed as he watched the soap opera, wiping his eyes from the excess
laughter. This
show was just so _damn_ funny! Unfortunately for the boy, just when the best
part was about to reveal
itself, the show concluded for the day, promising to show the conclusion the
next time.

The blonde-haired boy grumbled, miserable as he grabbed his remote and flipped
through each
channel. How dare they discontinue his pleasure with such an inconvenience?
Didn't TV these days care
about the needs and wants of other people?

Suddenly, Jounochi came to another channel, and his fingers paused over their
continuous surfing.
His eyes widened as he saw the power of the program, the absolute extremity and
bold statement of this
current show.

Large eyes continued to stare at the static showing on channel 199. Jounochi
grinned. Now this
was a show he could get used it - it continued for as long as he wanted and
look! No delay!

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Kaiba was taking a shower.

Kaiba was taking a long shower.

Kaiba was taking a longer shower, revealing his sexy, nubile body to anyone who
happened to be
in the bathroom at the same time.

Which happened to be he, himself, and him.

The new CEO of the gigantic Kaiba Corporations flexed his muscular, although
rather thin arms,
wondering how he was able to take down garangutans of over ten feet and twice
his frame with such little
muscle mass and power.

A thought occurred in his mind.

"If I take a shower too long, I'll dry up like a prune and loose my smooth skin
texture."

So, he hastily finished his shower within a matter of seconds and soaked in the
hot tub for the rest
of the day.

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Anzu was tired of looking for a date. So far, all her attempts had failed, and
failed miserably.

"Okay." She reasoned to herself, trying to collect her thoughts as best as
possible. "Yuugi's
depressed, Yami's not really real, Jounochi's delusional, Kaiba's gay, and
Honda's a paranoid." She paused
for a moment. Was she missing something?

Nah. Life was fine. Everything was as great as it should be. Really, it was
quite demeaning to have
society stuff all these labels onto her friends when she in reality knew that
they were perfectly fine. What
did society know anyway? They just wanted to make themselves look perfect, and
without really caring
about what those who suffered these "disorders" really wanted. Society was a
stuck-up prig. She hated
society. The greatest disorder itself was the face of this monstrosity called
society.

And realizing this, she broke into a harsh laughter, laughing until someone
phoned and she was
last seen being carried away, still screaming and laughing, wearing a strange
suit that tied her flailing arms
and hands together.

'I'm still right', she thought, continuing to laugh for the sake of laughing,
and not for the sake of a
reason.

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"I'd like a dozen long-stemmed red roses please."

The store manager complied, wrapping the precious flowers in a lace-patterned
white wrapping
paper before handing it to the person whom had ordered.

Said person graciously received them, taking out his wallet to pay a grandiose
amount of twenty
dollars.

"So," The store manager asked, leaning over to the side of the counter,
attempting a casual
conversation. "Are those roses for a loved one?"

The boy thought for moment, scratching his white-haired head in thought.
"Actually, I don't really
know." He finally confessed.

The store manager raised an eyebrow at that comment. "But-" He spluttered, taken
aback. "If you
bought roses, especially red ones, it must mean that you love someone!"

The boy gave a start, staring at his roses. "They're RED?" He finally exclaimed,
voice in shock.
He then recovered from his shock, bowing apologetically to the startled store
manager. "I'm sorry about
this, but can you change the flowers to white? I had meant to get white ones."

"B-but you said red roses when you came here." The store manager protested,
complying with a
hasty switch, voice rather confused.

Ryou bowed apologetically. "I'm really sorry." He repeated, voice polite. "Its
him. He does that
sometimes." Here, the boy pointed to his head, tapping it a few times. "He knows
I'm colour-blind and
can't resist giving me the wrong instructions."

Needless to say, the roses were exchanged very quickly, the manager shooing away
the boy with a
nervous twitch developing on his left brow.

Ryou left the store, blinking a few times. That store manager was sure rude.
Having concluded
that much, the white-haired boy ambled down the sidewalk, humming to himself. He
felt kind off free,
having left his Millennium Ring at home that morning, since his Yami had been
tired from the… event…
yesterday. But, boy, wouldn't his Yami be surprised when he came home with those
yellow roses!

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The next day, Pegasus got a massive headache from trying read the minds of his
opponents and
getting skewed results. He was recommended to a shrink.

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"And that concludes my explanation of the theme of 'The Great Gatsby'." Yuugi
concluded,
having finished presenting his book report in front of the class.

A loud silence greeted the boy, followed by the swirl and eddy of a classroom of
confused faces.

The teacher simply looked at Yuugi, stern-faced, before writing a slight comment
down beside his
name.

"That was really good, Yuugi." She complimented as the boy handed in his report.
"But next time,
try reading the novel."

Yuugi's heart fell. At first, he felt sad, but then angry. What did the teacher
know anyway?

"I swear." The short boy protested. "This fic is about the delusions of the
American Dream, and
how the fanciful actions of the rich class were all fake and shallow lives!"

The teacher laughed derisively at Yuugi, glancing at the time with her Gucci
watch. "You've been
watching too much TV these days." She secretly wondered if she could make the
deadline at three-thirty,
when her favourite TV show started. She had forgotten to set the timed recording
that day. "How about
this. I'll give you another chance. This time, I'm assigning you another piece
of literature, but you better
write on the proper theme this time."

About to protest, Yuugi suddenly came to a startling conclusion.

"Okay." Yuugi replied, laughing mentally as he realized the exact strings to
pull.

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This time, Yuugi did not read the novel, and wrote about the theme, a theme
about the
compromise of society, and the rise of man from the times of the past. He spoke
in his report about man's
achievements, and the significance of contributing to society in order to gain
self-reward.

"And that concludes my report for the novel, by Milton." Yuugi stated, knowing
very well that it
wasn't the novel he had been re-assigned to at all.

The teacher smiled, beaming with pleasure. "Wonderful! I knew you had it in you
all along,
Yuugi!" With a deft twist of her wrist, she wrote a large "A", accented heavily
with her read pen. "Now,
please take a seat, and we'll start today's lesson."

And that's when the boy could take it no longer. He laughed sharply and
derisively, staring at the
teacher with not-too-sane eyes.

"Don't you get it?!" Yuugi screamed. "I didn't even _read_ this novel! Hell,
this isn't a novel at
all! I was tricking you the whole time!"

As the small boy was sent to the principal's office some time later, the teacher
turned to the rest of
the class, sighing a bit.

"I had hoped that Yuugi reading this epic poem, the past form of a novel, in
advance would
help you with your next assignment." She stated, still shaking her head in
wonder. "Anyway, it gives you
an idea, so if you will, let us continue on page 20 of 'Paradise Lost'."

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