Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Leftover Love ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Kelkale 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.22.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 301 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.22.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 301 | Status: Completed
Leftover Love
Disclaimer: Have we entered a parallel dimension in which everything we know and understand is now invalid? No? Then I guess Yu-gi-oh! and the movie “Excess Baggage” is not mine. And my warning from chapter one is still valid- there are characters behaving badly in this chapter people and I can’t control them.
Thank you to all my reviewers: Queenoftheskies16, pharohs-slave, Millie Ishtar Motou, SoulDreamer, ladywolf(Terri, Haru Tortoise, Strega, Sansi, Stéphanie, and Yana5. It’s nice to hear that people like the story so far. I’ll try to keep it coming quickly.
Sansi that sounds kinda like the movie I saw. The main thing about the movie I can remember is that Alicia Sliverstone played the spoiled rich brat. She’s pretty good at playing the spoiled rich girl role.
Yana5 and Strega hope you don’t mind if I lump you together but you both wrote about Seto. Seto right now is being a menace- he refuses to pick a side and be labeled either good or bad. I can tell you that Seto Kaiba in this story has spent a lot of time with Yugi and his grandfather. He fights Yugi for his grandpa’s attention because he looks up to Solomon Motou as a role model of what he wants to become. So Yugi and Seto are almost like brothers with Seto the perfect grandson following in his grandfather’s footsteps and Yugi the rebellious one saying the heck with all this. Anyways long story short- Yugi and Seto really don’t like each other and think of each other as members of a family- romance so not happening. Although I find that kinda sad cause I like Yugi/Seto pairings (hides from Yugi/Yami followers). As for a confrontation between Seto and Yami? It could happen- of course they could also become best friends and leave Yugi in the dust. (Kidding!) We’ll see.
Millie Ishtar Motou you’re so funny! Kill Tea? I understand what you mean about the girl. Sometimes I think if I hear the word “friendship” again I’ll scream. Plus there is the pathetic fact that I realized her sign of friendship they talk about in Duelist Kingdom is merely a smiley face. What the heck’s up with that? Anyways I apologize to any Tea lovers reading this right now, but she is not going to look positive in this story. However her death will probably not occur in this story. Sorry.
Now everyone enjoy reading the new chapter and tell me what you think afterwards.
Chapter 4
The pool hall was nearly empty. There were a couple drunks slumping over the bar who refused to limit their happy hour to nighttime, and several teens trying to reach all new records on their consecutive days of skipped class. Joey was slumped on a stool next to one of the pool tables, but he had no intention of playing the game. Alcohol was his sport now, the more the better. He was ruined. Everything he and Yams had worked so hard for was now gone up in flame. He had left the warehouse shortly after Yams and his guest had disappeared to get some aspirin for his headache. When he returned, his home seemed to be going through renovations- someone had taken off the roof and a couple walls and replaced them with a fire truck, a police car, and a large raging inferno. He couldn’t get near the place, and now had no idea where his partner and all his money had gone. Probably to a place with a warmer climate and hot chicks in bikinis. At least that would be where Joey would go in his place. With a sigh Joey turned his gaze to the pool table in front of him. This was as close as he was going to get to that.
“Joey-kun don’t you want to take me someplace nice? Or maybe buy me something? Come on with all that money you now have, it’d be rude not to spoil your girl.” Anzu pouted as she lay across the green felt table, swatting at the pool balls that clunked around her. Joey scowled at her whiny voice and took another chug of beer.
“You’re not my girl Anzu. You’re not my anything. And even if Mai was here I wouldn’t get her anything either because I’m broke. I already told you this ten times Anzu- I lost all my money in the fire.” Joey groaned.
“All your money gone huh? What a sad story.” An amused voice spoke up from behind him. Joey gasped as the voice struck a familiar chord, and turning around he realized the inevitable had happened. His bad day had just turned worse. Like death wish worse.
“Bakura, Marik! What a shock to see you two here. Have you met my friend Anzu?” Joey babbled as he contemplated throwing the bimbo at the two thieves and making a run for it. Maybe she would weigh them down long enough to run far enough away to escape. Someplace like another planet far.
Anzu scowled at Joey as if she could hear his thoughts and then smiled at the two thieves in what she probably imagined a seductive look. Rather it caused two men who probably feared nothing to take a step back and shudder.
“Joey-kun I want to hear more about your sad story,” Marik said with a smirk as he wrapped his arms around Joey’s waist, tightening his grip until the blonde started feeling a little sore, “Particularly about the part where you lost all the money. That wouldn’t be our money, would it?” The last two words were accented with sharp tugs on his arms, and Joey thought he heard something snap inside.
“And don’t tell us the Pharaoh has our money,” Bakura hissed as Joey opened his mouth to respond, “If I hear that the spiky pineapple has our money and has once again bested us, I will use the next available idiot as a target practice. And I refuse to harm a lady.” Bakura said as he eyed Anzu, who was still ogling the three boys. He then opened his long black trench coat, revealing a large collection of assorted knives, several of them still covered in a reddish-brown stain.
Marik then pouted and reached up to run a hand through Joey’s shaggy blond hair. “You can’t torture him to death, he’s cute. Torture the brunette thing behind you, I want a new slave. Besides all the blood will mess up his pretty hair.”
Joey shuddered as the two continued to bicker. Anzu had smartly inched away from the boys and their sharp weapons and run out the door. For once in his life, Joey wished he could follow her. “Marik, Bakura, I haven’t actually lost your money,” Joey spoke up weakly, “I gave it to someone for safe keeping and soon enough he’s going to return it to me so I can give it to your contact.”
The two thieves paused in their argument to glance at each other, trying to figure out excuse or truth. Finally Bakura put away the large carving knife he had pulled out and smiled cruelly. “We have time. Our boss doesn’t expect the money for a couple more days anyways. I will give you 8 hours to come up with our money. If you don’t someone will become our new toy. So I suggest you use your time wisely.” Bakura announced, gesturing to his partner to follow him out. Marik let out a whimper and leaned in close to catch his “slave” in a rough kiss. Joey gagged as the platinum blond forced his tongue past his unwilling lips, and pushed him away as forcefully as he could. Marik laughed and patted the boy on the head like a good puppy, as he rose to leave. Bakura stopped a few steps from the door and smirked at Joey, who was wiping his mouth with his sleeve and spiting on the floor.
“One more piece of advice mutt. We all know you don’t have the money. The only thing we’re not sure on is whether Yami has it or not. My advice is to use your time and find him. Because whether he has our stolen money or he’s just hiding like the coward he is, you’re going to need him. Someone has to take the fall for our lost money and if I were you- I’d be looking to protect my own ass.”
Joey stopped spitting on the floor as soon as the door slammed shut behind the two thieves. Use Yams as a scapegoat? As much as Bakura and Marik freaked him out, Yams was his best bud and was the only one who had been there for him since he was a kid. His father was a drunken loser who his mother had divorced and left when he was just a small boy. She had taken his sister but left him to deal with the mess that was his dad. He had never seen either family member again, but he had survived. Yams he had met on the streets one day, tricking tourists out of their money with card games. He had no family either, and the two had joined forces to become the biggest thieves the world had ever seen. So far it was going pretty lousy.
The bartender interrupted his thoughts by yelling at him. “Hey kid, you gonna puke do it in the bathroom. And by the way you got a phone call from some chump named Yami.” Joey jumped up at the news, startled that something could actually go right today.
‘Never doubted ya Yams.’
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“What̵ 7;s wrong with that one?” Yugi groaned, pointing to the tenth car they had looked at.
“I don’t like the color,” Yami smirked, grateful to have the upper hand once again, “Besides didn’t you say you liked the color black?”
“I already have a car Yami. I have news for you- I actually own about seven cars- I don’t need you to steal me another car. I just want to stop walking.” Yugi whined, rubbing his sore heels.
“Wimp,” Yami taunted as he continued to walk down the parking lot of vehicles, “Look kid, stealing a car is an art. You can’t rush these things. One needs time to pick out the perfect vehicle and then use tools and skill to unlock the car and start up the engine. You can’t just run up to any old car and bash in the window, and expect it to start on its own.”
Yugi let out a snort at this lecture and shook his head. “You know if you weren’t so cute you’d be an idiot.”
Yami blushed at the remark before scowling. “You think you can do better rich-boy? Fine. You steal the car while I act as lookout.”
“Fine.” Yugi agreed before turning and heading down the lot to a small compact car. “This will do nicely.” He commented as he grabbed the pocketknife out of Yami’s hand, fitting it into the lock and fiddling around until the door popped open. Yami’s mouth dropped open at the same time. Yugi then ducked under the steering wheel of the car and used the knife to cut wires and push others together, to get the engine purring in a couple minutes.
Yami continued to stand outside the car, confident that a couple minutes ago he must have entered a different dimension of the universe. Yugi sat up in the drivers seat and smirked at Yami, while he closed his door and put on his seat belt.
“Come on get in Yami, I’m driving this time,” he called impatiently. When Yami continued to play statue, Yugi sighed and leaned out the window, “Look I learned how to do this from Seto. He has this crazy idea that somehow his brother and I are going to be in trouble every single moment of the day. So he teaches us stupid survival tips. Hotwire a car: tip number 328.” Yami seemed to accept this fact and slowly got into the passenger seat of the car. Yugi smirked at him as he pulled out of the parking lot. “You should hear survival tip number 329. I’ve always wanted to meet someone worth trying it on.”
Tbc…
Ok that’s it for now. Next chapter Yugi, Yami, and Joey meet except they seem to be missing a vital part of their mission and then later Yugi and Yami have more fun together time.
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Disclaimer: Have we entered a parallel dimension in which everything we know and understand is now invalid? No? Then I guess Yu-gi-oh! and the movie “Excess Baggage” is not mine. And my warning from chapter one is still valid- there are characters behaving badly in this chapter people and I can’t control them.
Thank you to all my reviewers: Queenoftheskies16, pharohs-slave, Millie Ishtar Motou, SoulDreamer, ladywolf(Terri, Haru Tortoise, Strega, Sansi, Stéphanie, and Yana5. It’s nice to hear that people like the story so far. I’ll try to keep it coming quickly.
Sansi that sounds kinda like the movie I saw. The main thing about the movie I can remember is that Alicia Sliverstone played the spoiled rich brat. She’s pretty good at playing the spoiled rich girl role.
Yana5 and Strega hope you don’t mind if I lump you together but you both wrote about Seto. Seto right now is being a menace- he refuses to pick a side and be labeled either good or bad. I can tell you that Seto Kaiba in this story has spent a lot of time with Yugi and his grandfather. He fights Yugi for his grandpa’s attention because he looks up to Solomon Motou as a role model of what he wants to become. So Yugi and Seto are almost like brothers with Seto the perfect grandson following in his grandfather’s footsteps and Yugi the rebellious one saying the heck with all this. Anyways long story short- Yugi and Seto really don’t like each other and think of each other as members of a family- romance so not happening. Although I find that kinda sad cause I like Yugi/Seto pairings (hides from Yugi/Yami followers). As for a confrontation between Seto and Yami? It could happen- of course they could also become best friends and leave Yugi in the dust. (Kidding!) We’ll see.
Millie Ishtar Motou you’re so funny! Kill Tea? I understand what you mean about the girl. Sometimes I think if I hear the word “friendship” again I’ll scream. Plus there is the pathetic fact that I realized her sign of friendship they talk about in Duelist Kingdom is merely a smiley face. What the heck’s up with that? Anyways I apologize to any Tea lovers reading this right now, but she is not going to look positive in this story. However her death will probably not occur in this story. Sorry.
Now everyone enjoy reading the new chapter and tell me what you think afterwards.
Chapter 4
The pool hall was nearly empty. There were a couple drunks slumping over the bar who refused to limit their happy hour to nighttime, and several teens trying to reach all new records on their consecutive days of skipped class. Joey was slumped on a stool next to one of the pool tables, but he had no intention of playing the game. Alcohol was his sport now, the more the better. He was ruined. Everything he and Yams had worked so hard for was now gone up in flame. He had left the warehouse shortly after Yams and his guest had disappeared to get some aspirin for his headache. When he returned, his home seemed to be going through renovations- someone had taken off the roof and a couple walls and replaced them with a fire truck, a police car, and a large raging inferno. He couldn’t get near the place, and now had no idea where his partner and all his money had gone. Probably to a place with a warmer climate and hot chicks in bikinis. At least that would be where Joey would go in his place. With a sigh Joey turned his gaze to the pool table in front of him. This was as close as he was going to get to that.
“Joey-kun don’t you want to take me someplace nice? Or maybe buy me something? Come on with all that money you now have, it’d be rude not to spoil your girl.” Anzu pouted as she lay across the green felt table, swatting at the pool balls that clunked around her. Joey scowled at her whiny voice and took another chug of beer.
“You’re not my girl Anzu. You’re not my anything. And even if Mai was here I wouldn’t get her anything either because I’m broke. I already told you this ten times Anzu- I lost all my money in the fire.” Joey groaned.
“All your money gone huh? What a sad story.” An amused voice spoke up from behind him. Joey gasped as the voice struck a familiar chord, and turning around he realized the inevitable had happened. His bad day had just turned worse. Like death wish worse.
“Bakura, Marik! What a shock to see you two here. Have you met my friend Anzu?” Joey babbled as he contemplated throwing the bimbo at the two thieves and making a run for it. Maybe she would weigh them down long enough to run far enough away to escape. Someplace like another planet far.
Anzu scowled at Joey as if she could hear his thoughts and then smiled at the two thieves in what she probably imagined a seductive look. Rather it caused two men who probably feared nothing to take a step back and shudder.
“Joey-kun I want to hear more about your sad story,” Marik said with a smirk as he wrapped his arms around Joey’s waist, tightening his grip until the blonde started feeling a little sore, “Particularly about the part where you lost all the money. That wouldn’t be our money, would it?” The last two words were accented with sharp tugs on his arms, and Joey thought he heard something snap inside.
“And don’t tell us the Pharaoh has our money,” Bakura hissed as Joey opened his mouth to respond, “If I hear that the spiky pineapple has our money and has once again bested us, I will use the next available idiot as a target practice. And I refuse to harm a lady.” Bakura said as he eyed Anzu, who was still ogling the three boys. He then opened his long black trench coat, revealing a large collection of assorted knives, several of them still covered in a reddish-brown stain.
Marik then pouted and reached up to run a hand through Joey’s shaggy blond hair. “You can’t torture him to death, he’s cute. Torture the brunette thing behind you, I want a new slave. Besides all the blood will mess up his pretty hair.”
Joey shuddered as the two continued to bicker. Anzu had smartly inched away from the boys and their sharp weapons and run out the door. For once in his life, Joey wished he could follow her. “Marik, Bakura, I haven’t actually lost your money,” Joey spoke up weakly, “I gave it to someone for safe keeping and soon enough he’s going to return it to me so I can give it to your contact.”
The two thieves paused in their argument to glance at each other, trying to figure out excuse or truth. Finally Bakura put away the large carving knife he had pulled out and smiled cruelly. “We have time. Our boss doesn’t expect the money for a couple more days anyways. I will give you 8 hours to come up with our money. If you don’t someone will become our new toy. So I suggest you use your time wisely.” Bakura announced, gesturing to his partner to follow him out. Marik let out a whimper and leaned in close to catch his “slave” in a rough kiss. Joey gagged as the platinum blond forced his tongue past his unwilling lips, and pushed him away as forcefully as he could. Marik laughed and patted the boy on the head like a good puppy, as he rose to leave. Bakura stopped a few steps from the door and smirked at Joey, who was wiping his mouth with his sleeve and spiting on the floor.
“One more piece of advice mutt. We all know you don’t have the money. The only thing we’re not sure on is whether Yami has it or not. My advice is to use your time and find him. Because whether he has our stolen money or he’s just hiding like the coward he is, you’re going to need him. Someone has to take the fall for our lost money and if I were you- I’d be looking to protect my own ass.”
Joey stopped spitting on the floor as soon as the door slammed shut behind the two thieves. Use Yams as a scapegoat? As much as Bakura and Marik freaked him out, Yams was his best bud and was the only one who had been there for him since he was a kid. His father was a drunken loser who his mother had divorced and left when he was just a small boy. She had taken his sister but left him to deal with the mess that was his dad. He had never seen either family member again, but he had survived. Yams he had met on the streets one day, tricking tourists out of their money with card games. He had no family either, and the two had joined forces to become the biggest thieves the world had ever seen. So far it was going pretty lousy.
The bartender interrupted his thoughts by yelling at him. “Hey kid, you gonna puke do it in the bathroom. And by the way you got a phone call from some chump named Yami.” Joey jumped up at the news, startled that something could actually go right today.
‘Never doubted ya Yams.’
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“What̵ 7;s wrong with that one?” Yugi groaned, pointing to the tenth car they had looked at.
“I don’t like the color,” Yami smirked, grateful to have the upper hand once again, “Besides didn’t you say you liked the color black?”
“I already have a car Yami. I have news for you- I actually own about seven cars- I don’t need you to steal me another car. I just want to stop walking.” Yugi whined, rubbing his sore heels.
“Wimp,” Yami taunted as he continued to walk down the parking lot of vehicles, “Look kid, stealing a car is an art. You can’t rush these things. One needs time to pick out the perfect vehicle and then use tools and skill to unlock the car and start up the engine. You can’t just run up to any old car and bash in the window, and expect it to start on its own.”
Yugi let out a snort at this lecture and shook his head. “You know if you weren’t so cute you’d be an idiot.”
Yami blushed at the remark before scowling. “You think you can do better rich-boy? Fine. You steal the car while I act as lookout.”
“Fine.” Yugi agreed before turning and heading down the lot to a small compact car. “This will do nicely.” He commented as he grabbed the pocketknife out of Yami’s hand, fitting it into the lock and fiddling around until the door popped open. Yami’s mouth dropped open at the same time. Yugi then ducked under the steering wheel of the car and used the knife to cut wires and push others together, to get the engine purring in a couple minutes.
Yami continued to stand outside the car, confident that a couple minutes ago he must have entered a different dimension of the universe. Yugi sat up in the drivers seat and smirked at Yami, while he closed his door and put on his seat belt.
“Come on get in Yami, I’m driving this time,” he called impatiently. When Yami continued to play statue, Yugi sighed and leaned out the window, “Look I learned how to do this from Seto. He has this crazy idea that somehow his brother and I are going to be in trouble every single moment of the day. So he teaches us stupid survival tips. Hotwire a car: tip number 328.” Yami seemed to accept this fact and slowly got into the passenger seat of the car. Yugi smirked at him as he pulled out of the parking lot. “You should hear survival tip number 329. I’ve always wanted to meet someone worth trying it on.”
Tbc…
Ok that’s it for now. Next chapter Yugi, Yami, and Joey meet except they seem to be missing a vital part of their mission and then later Yugi and Yami have more fun together time.
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