Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Kawaita Sakebi ❯ Toon World ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Toon World
A magic card that protects toon monsters from attacks.
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His world had narrowed: Wash the plate, rinse the plate, dry the plate, stack the plate. Repeat.
Unnoticed, time passed.

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"Man, did you see Kaiba-- total zombie."
"Well, that's an improvment."
"I'll say!"
"Come on guys-- no one deserves that. Not even Kaiba."
"Yeah, right."
"What happens to Mokuba?"
"In the end, we will trimaph and rescue the souls Pegasus has trapped."
"Of course you will, Yuug."
"Never doubted you for a moment, man."
"Does anyone have any food?"
"Sorry, I'm out."
"Think I've got a package of chocolate donuts in here somewhere."
"Ew. Do you have anything that's not smushed?"
"Hey, beggers can't be choosers."
"I think Pegasus is supposed to serve us dinner."
"Yeah, but do you trust his food?"
"I wouldn't eat it."
"I guess so. After all, if we're dead, dueling us wouldn't be much of a challenge, now would it."
"Yeah, yeah."

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What have you gotten yourself into? Kaiba was so confident-- right up until the end anyway-- and look where he ended up, Think Mai, think. You've got to come up with some devious and underhanded tricks of your own. Unless, of course, you'd rather spend the rest of your life as a playing card in Pegasus' personal deck. It wouldn't be so bad-- you could be the Harpy Queen. Follow the dark rabbit! Off with your soul! Heh. It'd be a lot funnier if it wasn't a possibility.

Girl, what were you thinking-- this is ridiculous. After all, there are only so many useful card combinations, and Yuugi knows my deck almost as well as I do. Besides, I want something to eat. Something that's not stale, not smushed and preferably wrapped in very sterile packaging. Golden eyeballs in my soup-- how grotesque can you get?
And Joey ate the slop anyway. Ugh. There's got to be a kitchen in here somewhere, all I have to do is find it.

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Wash, rinse, repeat. Wash, rinse, repeat.

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"Hello? Hey, you there, can you please tell me where the kitchen is?"
"Certainly Miss. Go down the hall, down the stairs to your left, through the door that says 'To lower levels', down two more flights of stairs to the basement, and through the double doors that say 'Staff Only! All Others KEEP OUT'."
"Thanks."
"No problem, Miss. Glad to help."

A polite goon. Wow-- didn't know they made those.

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Wash, rinse, repeat. Wash rinse--

At last. That's got to be the kitchen-- it's the only door down here.
Huh. It sounds like someone's in there; wonder if I can sweet talk them into cooking me something. It's worth a try anyway. If not, I sure hope Pegasus keeps peanut butter around. Wait-- is that ....
Yeah, that's Kaiba.
The great Seto Kaiba washing dishes-- now there's something I never thought I'd see. Guess I have to do something about this, don't I. So much for my quick snack.

"Kaiba. Hey, Kaiba. Hon, let's get you out of here. Maybe there's some way to help you.
Kaiba, come on! We've got to go before Pegasus gets ba-"
"Mai, dear! Such a pleasent suprise. What brings you to this part of the castle? Surely you're not hungry, not after that lavish feast I served--"
"I was feeling a bit peckish actually. But-"
"Well then, Mai, you simply must join me. I have such a delicious dish here, perhaps we could share?
But what's a dish like this without the proper preperation. Gentlemen, look through the cabinets and see what you can find. How are you at preperation, Mai, dear?"
"- uhm-"
"Oh, but it's simple; it's the presentation that truly enhances the flavour. After all, it's not every day that we have meat of this calibar ... wouldn't you agree? Carrot?"
"Er-, no thanks. But-- wouldn't it be simpler for him to just wash dishes?"
"Perhaps so, but chere, where's the fun in that? Look at him, so content, so eager to serve. Aren't you eager to serve, Kaiba-boy?"
Wash, rinse, repeat.
"Oops! Dear me, I seem to have dropped a few plates. And my good china, too! Ah well, c'est la vie. Kaiba-boy, wash the plates."
"So complient, so eager to please me, he's a treasure, isn't he, Mai dear?"
"Kaiba, give me your hands."
"Now, now Mai, that won't do you any good, after all, he's my toy.
Kaiba, hold out your hands. Now, Mai, would you like to play with my pretty toy?"
"Here Kaiba, let me-- ouch!"
"Mai, really now, don't hurt yourself on that nasty, sharp china. You have such lovely hands-- so soft and delicate. I'd hate for them to scar. Besides, since it doesn't bother Kaiba-boy, it shouldn't bother you.
"Pegasus, please don't do this."
"Mai, darling, really now! He's such a delectable morsel. And we're going to have such fun playing with him."
"You shouldn't play with your food."
"Oh, you're a feisty one, aren't you? Really now, I thought you'd have sense enough not to challenge me in my own home."
"Would you like to step outside, then?"
"Either way, Mai, dear, you don't have a ghost of a chance. And darling, if you must fight me, remember, it's my house, my game and my rules. We'll duel.
"For what-- my soul?"
"Oh, no dear, not for your soul. A girl's soul? Hardly worth my effort; I'm not even sure girls have souls. No, no, let's be practical. If you win, you can have my Kaiba-toy. But when you loose, Mai dear, you'll stay and watch us prepare my dish.
Or you could help-- I've heard that woman are quite skilled in the kitchen.
Oh, you won't win, Mai.
Don't forget, I can see every delicious thought in that pretty head of yours. Darling! temper, temper, you are a lady, after all.
Come, Mai, kiss the pretty toy for me, and let us adjourn. My bedroom perhaps? There are so many delights left to sample, and I do so hate to be rushed."