Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Life is Overrated ❯ The Breaking Point ( Chapter 1 )

Soulless: So, here I am with the first chapter of the first story that I'm writing for other people to see and it doesn't feel as good as I thought it would. I don't know why.

 

Yugi: Maybe it's because it's really not your story.

 

Yami: Yea. It originally belonged to your friend and you're just writing it on your account.

 

Soulless: Okay, well, yes. But get two things straight. One: It's not like I stole it from her, and Two: OH MY GOD WE ESTABLISHED THIS ALREADY! I mean seriously, the two of you used to work for her and you didn't read her bio? Or the note that she posted officially announcing her resignation?

 

Yami: And how do you know big words like that?

 

Soulless: I'm going into eleventh grade, you dumb-ass. Throws bomb at Yami

 

Yugi: Shouldn't we start now, guys? You know, do the disclaimer and stuff?

 

Yami and Soulless: Trying to blow each other's heads off

 

Yugi: O-kay then, I'll do it myself. Disclaimer: Nobody in or writing this story owns anything copyrighted, patented, or in any other way something that belongs to someone else. Us anime characters don't even own ourselves….

 

NOTE: The intro to the story is in Yugi's POV, but the rest is in a normal POV.

 

NOTE: … Author notes/ my chat with the characters.

(…) Stuff that isn't anyone talking and part of the actual story

`…' Thinking

“…” Talking

Time/scene change

Flashbacks

Italics Emphasized words

`blah' Quotes songs, poems, things some famous dead people said…

 

Hey, Yugi Motou here, and I'm telling my story to all of those less fortunate kids out there. All I'm saying is that I used to be one of them. Yeah, right. I wish I could say that. What am I talking about? You say. Well, let me give you my status in the world right now.

 

I'm 15 years old, going on 16. Ever since I can remember, (let me rephrase that, since I can barely remember what I had for breakfast. The last time I ate was a few days ago, though). Ever since I was 4 years old, my dad has made my life as miserable and has tortured me as much as possible. Yes, I'm an abused child.

 

So, here's the deal: every day, I have to get up early to clean up from the previous night. Believe it or not, my dad has a job. When he comes home from said job, he examines everything in the house. If it's a little dirty, he beats me. If it's spotless, he beats me though not as hard. Either way I lose. He's done everything in the book and then some. Just about the only thing he hasn't done is rape me. But that'll come, you wait and see. Okay, after he beats me, he goes out again. He's never said where he goes and the only time I asked he beat me. Personally, I think he goes out to a bar and then follows a slut into her house. Hey, wait a minute. If he really does that, it would make him a slut too. That fucker.

 

The story you are about to read is the story of my life. It's pretty sad. Unfortunately, I have to hand the story over to the author. SHIT! Oh, um did I say shit, I meant whoopdeedoo. Aw, what the hell. Of course I meant shit! On with the author's screwed up version of my life…

 

Yugi has awoken to many different events. Pain, anger, the alarm going off, and his dad shouting down the stairs that he wants Yugi now or suffer the consequences. But not today. Today, he awoke to almost choking on his blood. See, it had been in his mouth all night and he was constantly waking up to spit it out so he wouldn't choke. After that he would usually fall back asleep. He would've too, had it not been for the alarm clock going off at that exact moment.

 

'Fucking alarm clock keeps getting me up earlier every day. I knew the damn thing was busted.' He thought. He would have said it aloud but he wasn't sure if his dad was home or not.

 

Yugi groaned and struggled to sit up on the sheets. His eyes were blurry and they took a while to focus. At first, he couldn't remember where he was. Then he realized he was in his room, in the basement. Yugi hated it down there. The floor was concrete, the walls were concrete and the ceiling was made of wood beams, plaster and insulation. The two latter substances usually fell on him during the night. There used to be about five windows, but his dad closed them off with cement so if you walked into the room for the first time, you would never know there were once windows down there at all. The floor slanted downward toward his bed so water often ran into his bed from the leaky pipes on the other side of the room.

 

Speaking of bed, Yugi's was only a sheet or two. He had them ever since his dad forced him down into the basement. There was hardly anything left of the sheets, and what was left of them was soaked in blood. They acted as bandages for poor little Yugi many more times than he could count. Now, they were more bloody than he was, if possible.

 

The worst thing about the basement was that it smelled like death. The blood on his sheets dried a long while ago, but each night they would get wet yet again. Every time they got wet and dried was like torture. Dried blood smelled horrible and moist even worse. The blood was never cleaned up so what had dried a year ago was still there and it was starting to build up in layers. It made him light-headed and he passed out more often than not. The death stench also made him vomit some kind of shitty bile.

 

He curled the sheets around himself and waited. Waited for his dad to come and get him. To Yugi it felt like hours before he crawled out of the sheets. He looked at the door atop the stairs, the only way out, and saw nothing. Nothing stirred, not even a mouse. Seriously, there was a mouse that lived in the corner of the basement. What a rabid thing it was, too. When Yugi was younger he tried to make friends with the mouse and ended up with a bluish bite mark on his hand. He never went near the thing again.

 

Looking at the mouse Yugi thought, `Stupid mouse, or rat, or whatever you are. It's a good thing you didn't have rabies. You would have been the first shit I killed, next to my fucking dad. Damn you, you bitch. Your mother was a bitch too.'

 

Praying his dad wasn't home, and praying for his life to be spared if he was home, (even though he didn't think he was) Yugi threw the clock at the wall. It made contact and broke into fifty or so pieces. Yugi had a triumphant smile on his face that quickly faded when he heard the door open and slam shut. His dad stalked down the stairs with a menacing glare on his face. Yugi gulped as his dad hauled him up by his shirt collar and threw him against the wall.

 

"I'm gonna say this nice, and if you give me the answer I want, you might not get hurt. MIGHT. So, what the hell happened here?"

 

Yugi shuddered. That tone of voice meant trouble for him no matter what his dad said. He refused to speak. There was no way he was telling his dad that he smashed the alarm clock. Unfortunately, the silence only angered Yugi's dad even more. Before he could blink, his dad was on him, pinning Yugi in the air by his neck and letting his feet dangle half a foot off the ground.

 

He tried not to emit a sound, but he couldn't breathe. Yugi coughed violently and his dad slightly let his grip loosen. Then he forcefully shoved him against the wall and leaned in close so they were only inches apart. Yugi could smell the alcohol and cigarette smoke on his breath.

 

"What did you fucking do, you worthless piece of shit!" no answer. "Answer me. And do it NOW!"

 

Making up his mind, Yugi weakly pointed to the wall where the remains of the clock lay. When his dad looked over and saw the clock, Yugi could see the rage growing from the side of his face. He turned back to see Yugi's head down in defeat. A choking sob escaped him.

 

His dad's eyes narrowed to small slits. "Oh, no. You think I would let you go because you seem sorry?" Yugi whimpered. He was going to get it now. "Don't give me that. You're so fucking weak. You're a worthless piece of shit, you always have been and you always will be. I hate it almost as much as I hate you.” He paused and turned to face the clock. “You see that alarm clock over there? You broke it and now you're gonna pay for what you did."

 

With that, he punched the side of his son's face causing it to hit the rough wall and cut open. Oddly enough, Yugi didn't cry out. There was no more pain for him to feel anymore. His dad hit him again, this time sending the back of his head into the wall.

 

Yugi felt a sharp pain in his head and when he looked up the world was sideways. His dad was staring down at him with a sick, twisted grin, one to match his sick, twisted mind. The world was spinning. Yugi could see a small trickle of blood flow from his head. He was feeling light-headed. It would be all over soon…

 

For now.

 

As his dad was walking off, he stopped at the top of the stairs. "I'll be late for work if I stick around here. You made a whole hell of a lot of mess last night. I want it cleaned up by the time I get back. Either way, we WILL be continuing this when I get done. Oh, and by the way, you have a special surprise headed your way tomorrow."

 

He turned and slammed the door on his way out leaving Yugi to wonder what really was in store for him. He just didn't understand. What was so special about tomorrow?

 

All of a sudden, his eyes widened. "My 16th birthday is tomorrow!" He shouted. "What could he do to me? Oh god, what would he do to me?” his voice was low and shaky as he lay there, almost on the verge of tears.

 

Yugi found renewed strength and sat up, curling himself into a little ball. He finally broke down and cried, letting his tears fall down his cheeks and onto the ground below. There was nothing he could do. He was going to die tomorrow.

 

After a while, Yugi pulled himself up off the ground. He looked back at where the blood was and got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He threw up, adding more blood to the pile. That was all Yugi could throw up, blood. That was the only thing in his stomach at the moment since he hadn't eaten anything in days. Yugi felt dizzy as he slowly made his way to and up the stairs. He held onto the railing for support but it didn't give much. He stumbled and tripped a lot and almost didn't make it, but he was determined to make it out of the darkness and into the light.

 

When he reached the top of the stairs, he opened the door and fell exhausted onto the living room floor. Yugi stayed like that for a few minutes before the darkness of this world trapped him in its own. Right when that happened, one thought ran through his mind.

 

"Why?" he whispered. Then his head fell limply to the floor.

A few hours later, Yugi woke up with a massive headache. Probably because his dad came home and slammed his head against the wall.

 

"What did I tell you to do!" he shouted making Yugi's headache increase ten times.

 

"C-cl-ean th-the h-house." The tears started coming to his eyes, but he didn't care. He was scared out of his mind and nothing could change that.

 

"That's right." a sudden calm air came over his dad, which left just as quick. "And did you do it!" silence. "Did you clean the fucking house, you worthless piece of shit!"

 

"N-no." he shook his head. There was no escaping now. Like some dead guy he learned about in school said: `Nothing is inevitable except death and taxes.' Well in this case, only death because his dad didn't pay his taxes…

 

His dad held him close. Yugi could smell the alcohol and smoke mixing and lingering in his face. He tried to avert his dad's gaze and ended up getting thrown on the floor against the couch.

 

"I have an idea for you." He sneered. "Stay here. If you move this'll be a lot more painful for you. And a lot more fun for me." He started laughing maniacally. The drunken voice was echoing in Yugi's ears making him cower in fear.

 

Yugi watched his dad walk into the kitchen. He heard glass breaking. It sure was taking a long time to get something… Wait, he knew what was coming.

 

`On the count of three backward, I'll make a dash for the front door. If I can make it, I'll be out of this hell hole for good.' Yugi planned.

 

Three… his dad was coming through the door…

 

Two… he smiled and the blade shone in the fading moonlight… It's almost morning for all of you who didn't catch that.

 

One… 'Now!'

 

Yugi rolled out of the way as the blade descended upon him and ran for the door. His hand was on the doorknob when he was jerked back into something hard. Something cold and flat was placed at his throat.

 

"I warned you…" was all that his dad said.

 

The blade was pushed into his neck. Yugi's crystalline tears glinted as they splashed onto the blade. There was no cut, but thinking there was Yugi moved away. Now there was a gash on his collarbone.

 

Yugi gasped, pulling away. "P-pl-please no mo-more." That was it. That was the breaking point. He couldn't take it anymore. He was going to make him stop somehow. Just somehow…

 

His dad laughed and loosened his grip on Yugi's neck a little. Yugi took that opportunity to slip out and run down the hall towards the back room. He swung around and doubled back to get to the front door. The figure behind him lunged and caught his arm right before he reached the door.

 

'Fuck!' Yugi thought. 'The door! I was almost there… I'll get you back dammit.' He cursed.

 

Instead of putting the blade to Yugi's neck like he did last time, he took Yugi's left wrist and twisted it until he heard a sickening, but satisfying crack.

 

Pain shot up the length of Yugi's arm. And it hurt. There was a stern look on Yugi's face even though he knew his arm was broken and he wouldn't be able to defend himself for the next onslaught.

 

"I've had enough. Enough of you always beating me." This was a bold move, but Yugi took the risk.

 

"Is that so?" his dad mocked. "I've had enough with you as well. You're so weak. There isn't even an ounce of pity or regret in my heart towards you."

 

"Maybe there will be when I rip it out and end this whole thing." Yugi turned to him. "I'm not a worthless piece of shit as you claim, dad." There was poison in his voice when that last word came out.

 

"I'll SHOW you how worthless you are!" His dad pushed him against the wall in the back of the hallway. "And I'll show you your place too. After this you will never disrespect me again." He finished, leaning in towards Yugi's face.

 

Yugi didn't know what that last statement meant when suddenly rough lips were placed on top of his soft, pink ones. Now he knew what was going on and he didn't like it. He tried to push his dad away forgetting about the broken arm. The pain was almost as intolerable as the rough lips and pungent breath forced on him.

 

Yugi closed his eyes pretending it wasn't real. Tears fell from his round, violet eyes. His dad removed his lips from Yugi's to lick and nip at the soft cheek flesh where the tears ran.

 

He moved his head to the side to avoid the feeling of flesh on flesh. This was something he never wanted to experience again. His dad slapped him across the bruised face adding another one.

 

"From now on you are MY whore and I expect you to be good. Got that?" He said, leaning in to take Yugi's lips for another bruising "kiss."

 

Yugi only had the choice of complying with the threat. His dad parted his mouth and bit Yugi's bottom lip hungrily. He gasped, granting his dad the entrance he wanted. His eyes widened. He was shocked, to say the least.

 

'What the hell does this bastard think he's doing?' Yugi said to himself.

 

His dad started exploring his mouth, savoring the taste of him. It was when his tongue went to the back of Yugi's mouth that his throat tightened. That gave Yugi an idea.

 

Yugi's dad suddenly pulled away. "How's that for a start?"

 

Yugi just glared at him. 'Fuck! He ruined my plan. I would have loved to see him bleed for once.' He thought, licking his bleeding lower lip.

 

“No good? Well we'll have to fix that, won't we?”

 

Yugi started to get angry, but fear was still dominant. “No, you bastard.” He was letting his mouth get the better of him again, but he didn't care. He would rather die than get raped constantly.

 

“What did you just say to me?” his dad seethed.

 

“You heard me. You're a bastard. Plain as day.”

 

There was no answer. He stood there, holding Yugi a couple of inches above the ground by his collar. Then he suddenly plunged, putting all of his body weight into slamming Yugi into the wall.

 

During the impact, Yugi's head hit the wall hard, and his ankle twisted in a 180-degree circle. To him it felt like being in a car accident and going through the windshield. Only, this was really happening, and he was practically going through the wall. Blood found its way into Yugi's mouth and only then did his dad let him off the wall.

 

He fell to the floor with a soft thud. Slowly, he got to his feet. `I'm not beaten yet.' Yugi thought. He stood there panting heavily. With every exhale, blood spurted out of his mouth. He was wheezing and felt weaker by the second. He barely caught what his dad said as he walked out the door.

 

“You're too much work for me alone, bitch. I'm gonna get some of my pals, and then we'll see how good you fare.” His dad started laughing as he locked the door, just in case.

 

Yugi's legs finally gave way. He sat there panting for a while as his clothing started to get soaked with blood. He needed to change. He took one painful shuddering breath and stood up.

 

Yugi staggered to the window and watched his dad drive off in his rusted truck. “What am I going to do now!” he wailed.

 

He started beating his head against the window, as if that would bring an idea. After about five or six times, the window cracked and broke, leaving a small hole and a nasty cut on Yugi's forehead.

 

Cold air rushed through the hole, hitting Yugi's small, fragile body making it go semi-numb. All he had on was a pair of pants, still in fairly good condition, and a shredded tank top. When cold air mixes with blood, it gets even colder.

 

`There might be some clothes in that other room across the hall.' He shivered. It was getting cold in there. Yugi started to feel the pain in his ankle, so he limped to said room.

 

He turned the knob and swung the door open. This was the room. He had been there many times before, and he dreaded all of them. On the same wall as the door, in the left-hand corner was a set of chains for the neck, wrists and ankles. Studying them further, he found there was something on the chains that connected the ankles and wrists together. Then there was a second chain attached to the neck ring that extended through a loop that formed when you joined the four other rings together. Yugi cautiously limped over to the chains and pulled the second chain. When he pulled it, the neck ring went further up. Suddenly, Yugi remembered…

 

Flashback (Yugi was five)

 

“Daddy, what are those?” Yugi asked. He had nearly forgotten what had happened a year ago and wasn't that scared to talk to his dad anymore.

 

“They're chains, can't you tell, bitch?” His dad yelled over the drilling as he was putting the last bolt into place.

 

“But why are you putting them in my room?” Yugi asked after his dad was done. Yugi didn't like the idea of having chains basically at the foot of the bed.

 

“Because this won't be your room much longer. Once that happens, these are gonna come in handy.”

 

Yugi shuddered and nodded, taking a few steps back. His dad came up to him and slapped him across the face.

 

“Get to bed, bitch.” He said calmly before slamming the door behind him.

 

End Flashback

 

Yugi shook his head and went over to the dresser. He opened the bottom drawer and took out a clean shirt. After discarding his old one, he turned and came face-to-face with his reflection. He stared at it in disgust. He could see all of his bones, and where he used to have soft, pale skin all he could see was black and blue bruises and cuts. A few of the cuts, like the ones on his collarbone and the side of his forehead, were still flowing freely. There were bags under his once sparkling violet eyes from lack of sleep. And his tri-colored spiky hair was flying every which way in a tangled mess. The golden bangs were splotched with blood and dirt, making them tri-colored in themselves. The rest of his hair was completely wild, the magenta tips basically knotted into the rest of his ebony colored hair.

 

He sighed and slipped the new shirt over his head, being careful not to move his broken arm too much. Yugi decided to leave his pants, the only thing wrong was that they were completely covered in blood. Does anybody else think that Shadow liked blood just a little too much?

 

Yugi pulled open all the other drawers, but didn't see any jackets or long sleeved shirts. Then he went over to the armoire and the drawers under the bed, only to find those completely empty.

 

`So much for going out and ending all my troubles here,' Yugi thought sorrowfully `But I still have to get out of here. Whether I freeze to death in the process or not is not up to me.'

 

He opened the last drawer, and found a small shoebox. Inside the shoebox, there was a note and pieces of what seemed to be a puzzle. Better yet, the pieces were solid gold!

 

“He couldn't have known it was there, or he would have sold it a long time ago.” Yugi said with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

 

He put the note in his back pocket and tucked the box under his good arm, silently closing the door behind him as he walked out. He went back over to the window and set the box on the floor. He was a little warmer and the wind had stopped coming in.

 

“I have to get out. But the door's locked…” he trailed off looking at the window. He had an idea. Yugi limped to the opposing wall and rammed himself into the window. After repeating this several times, the window broke and Yugi was sent flying out to land in a pile of snow. The white snow was quickly stained red from the cuts Yugi got when he broke the window.

 

He walked back into the house and into his old room. He looked at his reflection, realizing he looked worse than before. He found a comb and started to comb out his hair. The snow surprisingly had gotten most of the knots out. There was nothing else he could do, so he picked the box back up and went back over to the window.

 

As he was walking/limping, he passed by the basement door, hopefully for the last time. He painfully brought his left hand up to rest on the door and brought his head to the door too. Yugi cried as the memory of his first day down there came to him again.

 

Flashback (Now he's seven)

 

Yugi was sleeping peacefully on his bed in his room. Light filtered through the window hitting him, causing him to stir in his sleep. His eyes fluttered open to reveal exotic, sparkling, light amethysts. He sat up sleepily and rubbed his eyes while yawning.

 

He then looked at the foot of the bed at the chains. He sat there staring at them for a while until his dad came in to disrupt the peace.

 

“You're welcome to live in them now, if you like.” He gave a malicious smirk. “Or you can wait until later. Either way, they'll be your home sooner or later.”

 

Yugi shuddered. “I'd rather be anywhere but here.” He mumbled, just loud enough for his dad to catch.

 

“Glad to hear it. Remember when I said this wouldn't be your room much longer?”

 

Yugi nodded. He remembered, unfortunately.

 

“Good. `Cause this is that time. Now get over here.”

 

Yugi cautiously got off the bed and made his way over to his dad, who had his hands behind his back. When Yugi was about a half a foot away, he was motioned to stay as a bundle was thrown at him. It was a couple of sheets.

 

“W-what are these for?” Yugi asked shakily.

 

“You'll see. Follow me.” That rhymes! His dad was losing his calm. Soon he would snap.

 

Yugi shook his head. “I-I ch-changed my m-mind. I want t-to sta-ay h-here.” He backed up against the far wall and slid to the floor, crying.

 

He snapped. “Damn it, you bitch! Get your ass over here now!” He waited a couple of seconds, but Yugi still didn't move.

 

He strode over to the wall and hauled Yugi up by his hair. “You do what I say when I say it or else.” He whispered dangerously into his son's ear.

 

“Or what?” Yugi retorted.

 

There was no answer. Instead, his dad dropped him in the middle of the floor and kicked him in the stomach repeatedly. One final kick sent Yugi into the opposite wall. His head hit the doorpost and he fell to the floor.

 

“Get up.” His dad seethed. Yugi obeyed, struggling to get off the floor and losing blood in the process. He was then dragged to a door at the end of the hallway.

 

His dad swung the door open. “Welcome to your new home.” That said, he pushed Yugi down the stairs and threw the sheets down after him. He smirked and locked the door after shutting it.

 

Yugi was dazed by the whole thing as he stood up and wobbled over to the stairs. At the top, he tried to open the door only to find that it was locked.

 

“Let me out. Please, let me out!” He cried, banging on the door. Suddenly a knife was thrust through the door and a “Shut up!” was heard.

 

Yugi knew it would only go downhill from there.

 

End Flashback

 

Yugi slid his hand off the door and looked at the knife. `I'd never be able to pull it out…' He thought.

 

He had to get out of there. Who knows when his dad would be coming back! It could even be now. He turned and stepped out the window into the frigid whirlwind of snow and ice better known as winter.

 

`Today is my birthday.' He said to himself. `My dad is planning something and I have to be out of here before he gets back.'

 

He started to run, but then noticed that he left footprints. A yawning Great Dane came out from behind a bush. When she spotted Yugi, she started wagging her tail furiously.

 

“Hey, Snapper.” He said sadly. “You know what he does to me, and I can't take it anymore. I-I have to get out of here, girl. You should stay here though.” He paused, but the quickly added, “It's not like I want to leave you, but I have to. I don't know why, I just do.”

 

Snapper whined, as if she understood what Yugi was saying.

 

“I'm sorry, girl. But I'll be back. You can count on it.” Yugi left the front yard after patting Snapper behind the ears.

 

He came back again. “Can you do me a favor? Can you cover my trail for a ways?” Snapper started wagging her tail again, only, on the ground this time. Soon there wasn't a trace that he'd even been there. He turned to leave again and Snapper was at his heels, covering his tracks with her own. The ones she couldn't get with her feet she got with her tail.

 

Snapper returned to the yard after a while. She was whining as she watched him leave and wanted to go too. But she stayed, and lay down in the snow, watching with sad eyes as her master left. Snapper was worried for her master. She was well aware of what the other human did to him, and she hated it. Boy, would she like to take a bite out of his ass. But no, this time she was worried because her master wasn't properly dressed and it was so cold. She got up and went into the house, watching him, always watching her master. Before the two of them knew, it had started to snow.

Ryou: Hello, all!

 

Yugi: Yami and Soulless are still fighting and I don't know when they'll stop so I've invited Ryou and Bakura over so I can talk to someone.

 

Bakura: sees fighting and immediately joins it

 

Ryou: Bakura no! turns to Yugi Why did you have to bring him here too?

 

Yugi: Well, I thought he would want to talk.

 

Ryou: sweatdrop This is exactly why I wonder why people call you smart…

 

Yugi: glares You know what, just help me get them off each other before the studio is burned to the ground.

 

Ryou: Good idea, but exactly how are we gonna do that?

 

Yugi: Follow my lead! jumps into dust cloud of fighting psychos

 

Ryou: Oh, why me?

 

Weird announcer dude #1: Will Yugi and Ryou stop Yami, Bakura and Soulless before the studio burns to the ground? Tune in next chapter to-

 

Soulless: (muffled, in background) Shut up, you stupid bastard! blows weird announcer dude #1's head off

 

Yami, Bakura and Soulless continue to fight while Yugi and Ryou try to pull them apart.

 

Three hours later

 

Yugi: BYE RYOU! Thanks for the help!

 

Ryou: Your welcome, Yugi. But next time you want someone to talk to, please ask somebody else, okay?

 

Yugi: Okay. looks down at Yami Say goodbye to Bakura.

 

Yami: No.

 

Yugi: yanks on leash Say goodbye to Bakura, dammit!

 

Yami: Ow! glares at Yugi mumbles Bye.

 

Yugi: smiles and pats Yami on the head Good boy!

 

Soulless: You know, a dog collar really suits you, Yami. snickers

 

Yami: Haha, very funny. At least I'm not the one in the straight jacket. smirks Or the one tied up and gagged in the back of a wagon.

 

Bakura: mmmpfh, mfphhm, mmphfm!

 

Ryou: I heard that, Bakura. One more crack like that and I'm locking your knives away for a year. And I mean it this time.

 

Bakura: mmpf fuh!

 

Ryou: Bakura… is cheerful again Well, we've got to be going now. Goodbye!

 

Yugi: Yeah, we'll see you guys later!

 

Ryou and Bakura: leave through weird portal thingie

 

Soulless: banging head on wall I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle…

 

Yami: Do you think we should've gagged him, too?

 

Yugi: Yeah, probably. Oh well. Too late now.

 

Yami: So, uhh, what now?

 

Yugi: I don't know. I don't think Soulless thought of anything past this.

 

Yami: Yeah. I'm surprised he thought of this much as it is.

 

Yugi: pouts Don't be mean, Yami.

 

Yami: Oh, right. Sorry. Any chance that you'll take this collar off any time soon?

 

Yugi: No.

 

Weird announcer dude #2: What will Yami do now? Will Yugi ever take off the dog collar? And does Soulless have enough sanity to continue writing?

 

Soulless: still banging head on wall London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down…

 

Weird announcer dude #2: Uhh, scratch that last question. Stay tuned to next chapter to find out the answer to the other two!

 

So, umm, yea. Wow, I think I was high or something when I wrote that. And for all the people that are wondering, no, being in a straight jacket isn't that bad. It makes you feel warm and safe, and it makes it feel like the whole world is a fun and happy place. And you don't want to know how I know that. So I think that's all for now, (cause I can't think of anything else) and until next chapter I'm out.

 

7-11-05 (heh, 7-11…)