Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Potholes in Tokyo II ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Potholes in Tokyo II

AN: Hello to all you adoring fans out there! I have come to bring you… the sequel to Potholes! Yessh, yessh! And erm… due to the fact that I haven't gotten any suggestions for the title, I'm just calling it pit2… yeah. But I have the barest traces of a plot already, which is more than I can say for the first one! Tee-hee.

So, a recap! Bakura and Ryou are getting hitched, Yuugi is falling in love with Yami (and vice versa), Anzu the fuzzy apricot is sexually harassing Uncle Ingrid, Jr., my one and only sexy pizza man (next to Rosco, of course), and… well, you should just go read it if you haven't yet. It's lovely, or so some people say. Others also ask whether I am drunk while writing such things. I DON'T DRINK! ALCOHOL IS BAD FOR THE BRAIN CELLS! IT KILLS US, PRECIOUSSSSSSSS!

Ahem. In case you haven't noticed, insane is my normal frame of mind and this is shounen-ai. Which, of course, means boys loving other boys, but not having lemons with other boys. So, if the GBLT community disturbs you… go ahead and vote Bush. Loser.

Without further ramblings from The Rabid Toenail-san… here ish chapter one!

"Oh, hello, Seto-san," Ryou said happily, looking up from his computer as his boss exited the elevator, flanked by a happy Mokuba and an infuriated Noa.

"Hello, Ryou," Seto greeted unenthusiastically (that's a word! *cheers*).

"Hello Mokuba, Noa. I haven't seen you in such a loooong time, Noa! Why haven't you visited me sooner?"

"Because you're a fruit," Noa muttered, glaring at a rubber palm tree in the corner of the room.

Ryou gasped, clutching at his heart. "You hurt me, Noa… you malicious boy! Ah, the wanton cruelty of a child…"

"You might want to watch what you say to Ryou. His fiancée is a mental case, and if you're not careful he'll stab you with a pineapple," Mokuba advised.

"A pineapple?"

"It would be a VERY SHARP pineapple."

"Well, I must be getting to my office now; I have to make a presentation for the new prototype I've been working on. Mokuba, you and Noa can stay in here and keep Ryou company. Oh, and Ryou?"

"Hai?"

"I'm taking job applications for the old guy who just died…his mind escapes me at the moment, but if anyone comes up here, please send them to my office."

"Yosh!" Ryou said happily, and began typing away at his computer.

Seto walked into his office, shutting the door. Noa walked over to Ryou's desk, standing on tiptoe so that he could see over it (ha ha, I love making fun of him!). "I hate you."

"That's not nice," Ryou told him, not looking up from his typing. "You should get some manners, little boy."

"I'm not a little boy."

"The other kids won't like you if you're mean to them."

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE OTHER KIDS! I'M GOING TO DEFEAT SETO AND TAKE OVER KAIBACORP!" Noa declared, raising his fist into the air dramatically.

Both Ryou and Mokuba rolled their eyes. "The day you take over Kaibacorp is the day Ryou goes straight. No offense, Ryou. You're a creepy gay man, but I still like you."

"Yay!" Ryou yelled happily. "Does that mean you don't mind being my flower girl?"

"Yes, I mind! I don't even want to be in the wedding, but you could let me be the ring bearer instead!"

"Yuugi is going to be the ring bearer."

"Why him? I'M MORE MANLY THAN HIM!" Mokuba yelled mightily, flexing his arms.

Noa pointed and laughed him. "You're turning into a fruit too, Mokuba! I bet you're going to be a coconut!"

"Is a coconut even a fruit…?" Mokuba asked, staring oddly at Noa.

"How the freak should I know? I'm just following the bloody script!"

Ryou promptly hit him over the head with a massive ballpoint pen. "A boy your age has no business using that kind of language! I'm going to tell Seto to wash your mouth out later!" Of course, Noa had no idea what Ryou was saying, because he was out cold. Apparently Ryou is good at hitting people with massive ballpoint pens…

Suddenly, the elevator door opened, and out stepped a girl. Neither of the boys even noticed her, Mokuba enthralled by his Highlights magazine and Ryou typing happily away on something or other.

"Umm…Do either of you know where Kaiba Seto's office is? I'm here to apply for the job… opening," she said, eyes suddenly catching sight of the mint-haired boy collapsed on the floor. "Ehhh…"

"Why does everyone want to work for big brother, anyway?" Mokuba asked as he read a story about hamsters, gerbils, and other woodland creatures that were much better off in the woods than in cages in peoples' homes, surrounded by woodchips and plastic things!... I digress.

"Kaiba-san's office is right this way, Miss…?"

"Ryou!" She shrieked, hand clapping to her mouth.

"Well, isn't that a coincidence. My name is Ryou as well," he said, flashing his brilliant, beautiful smile that reduced even the most resistant of foes to quaking puddles on the floor.

"No, that's not what I mean… don't you remember me, Ryou? I went to high school with you…"

"Oh, yeah… weren't you that girl who always tried to spy on me in the gym locker rooms?"

A blush suffused her cheeks. "Well, yes, but… we've gotten past that, haven't we? I mean, I used to have the biggest crush on you. You were always so sweet and kind…"

"That's our Ryou!" Mokuba said tonelessly.

"Umm…right. Well, Miho, why don't you go see Kaiba-san now? He really needs that position filled; after all, the old guy died…"

"Oh. Right. Well, I'll be seeing you sometime, ne?"

"Err… maybe," Ryou said nervously, pushing her through the door to Kaiba's office. Ryou slammed the door shut, leaning heavily against it.

Mokuba elegantly put his magazine down, looking at the white-haired boy strangely. "What was that all about?"

"That girl used to stalk me! She once carved my name in a cucumber and threw it at me during history!"

"Err…right. You know, Ryou, I think you need some time off; my brother's working you too hard…" Mokuba quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, turning red. "Ha ha ha ha! HA HA HA HA!"

"Err… do I need to take you to see Dr. I-Get-Paid-Too-Much now?" Ryou asked, speaking of Mokuba's less than helpful psychologist.

"No," Mokuba said, sniffing. "I'm quite all right… HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Ryou sweat-dropped. "You know what, I'm just going to leave you alone now. I don't know you and you don't know me, all right?"

"MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

*~*

Malik was bored. B-O-R-E-D. (Hey, I can speel! Mwahahaha!). His semi-beloved, Marik, was off shooting a new episode of his children's show, Marik the Dinosaur, and nobody seemed to want to buy his ice cream anymore.

While staring dumbly off into the distance, something caught his eyes. It was a black-haired man who seemed oddly familiar…

"OTOGIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

The man looked up, emerald green meeting deep violet. "Cooooome heeeeere, Otoooooogi!"

Otogi rolled his eyes, but strolled over to Malik's ice cream stand anyway. "Hello, Malik."

"How are you, old buddy, old pal?"

"I'm fine… but are you? You used to hate me."

"Oh, I thought we'd let bygones be bygones. I mean, we were both foolish teenagers back then anyway. Why don't we be friends?"

"Jeez, I thought I was the only one taking mind-altering drugs… but apparently, you are too! Kukukukukukukukukukukukuku!"

"So, do you want any ice cream? I have vanilla."

Marik, who had been standing behind Malik, about to surprise him, gasped. "MALIK!"

"Oh, hello, Marik. How was your shoot?"

"H-How DARE you ask me that!? YOU WAITED UNTIL I WAS GONE, AND THEN TRIED TO SEDUCE THIS PUNK! WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I AIN'T GOT?!"

"M-Marik? You don't understand! I went to high school with him, I was just offering him an ice cream cone…"

"CONE! YOU WERE OFFERING HIM a CONE!? OR WERE YOU OFFERING…something else?" the man in the dinosaur suit asked, voice lowering dangerously.

"Why do you have to be so jealously possessive?! YOU'VE GOT NOTHING TO BE WORRIED ABOUT! I LOVE YOU AND NOBODY ELSE!... or at least… I did."

Marik watched in shock as Malik ran away, tears streaming down his face. Marik glared at Otogi. "This is all your fault, Dice Boy."

Otogi rolled his eyes as the dinosaur-man ran off clumsily in search of Malik.

"Now, to find Honda… and some chiiiiiiips…" There was a crazed look in Otogi's eyes. "Muhahaha, my PRECIOUSSSSSSS!"

*~*

"Hey, Yamiiiiiiiii…"

"What is it, Yuugi?"

"Did you hear about that new movie that's coming out… you know, that slasher movie? Can we go see it?" Yuugi asked, innocent violet eyes shining up at Yami.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Slasher movies are too violent… and they're stupid. All that happens is some teenagers have sex and then they get killed by a psycho and then the psycho kills everybody else…"

"Then how about the new Marik the Dinosaur movie? You know, Tortilla Chip Man Meets the Evil Furbies?"

"I don't see why not…"

"Yay!" Yuugi cheered, glomping Yami and ending up in his lap. "Can we order a pizza, Yami?"

"Sure…" Yami muttered, eyes fluttering.

"Can we buy a Tahoe, Yami?"

"Sure…" Yami's head dropped onto his chest.

"Can I go sleep with Bakura?"

Yami jerked awake. "RA NO!"

"Tee-hee!" Yuugi giggled uncontrollably.

Yami's eyes narrowed dangerously. "What were you playing that trick on me for, Yuugi? You KNOW I don't like to be tricked…" Yami quickly took advantage of the fact that Yuugi was on his lap, and began tickling his mercilessly.

"Eek! Yami!" Yuugi giggled happily, face turning red from laughing so much. Yami smirked at the boy, wondering if he should stop his tickle torture anytime soon. He was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.

"GET THE DOOR, ANZU!" He yelled powerfully.

"I'M BUSY!" she screeched back.

"Stupid apricot girl. GET THE DOOR, BAKURA!"

"I'M COOKING, BAKAYARO PHARAOH! MAKE THE CREEPY MARKER GIRL GET IT!"

Yami sighed heavily. What was the point in having servants if none of them listened to you? "Fine then, I'll get it," he said, irritably getting up from the couch. And he had been having fun, too… he quickly derailed that train of thought before it was able to coast into dangerous territory.

He heaved open the front door. "I DON'T WANT ANY!"

His eyes fell upon a teary-eyed Malik the Ice Cream Person. "You obviously NEED some," he said quietly, tears dripping down his cheeks.

AN: Hello again and welcome to the end of the first chapter of Potholes 2! Erm… It was rather strange… even I'll admit it. I hope I didn't scar any of you emotionally. How do you like it? It seems as if this is going to actually have some semblance of a plot, as exhibited by developments in the chapter. Eek! What insidious plots shall arise? Even I don't know! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

Err… please review!