Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ ryou for president ❯ escape the fangaurd ( Chapter 1 )
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By: silver kitsune princess 
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ryou, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.04.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 935 | Visits: 615 | Status: Completed
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ryou, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.04.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 935 | Visits: 615 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Heeheehee....... Watch me be evil...... But I can’t do that
without owning Yu-Gi-Oh, so this will have to do. But one day I will
take the world. And divide it into four parts and it would become an
oligarchy. With Bakura as it’s overall ruler. Me an Isis get to deal
with Rebels. ^__^ Be afraid insolent mortals! And Bishies. We’re giving
Kurama and Hiei a head start in this next hunt. See! We’re nice! ^__^;
Kinda. Maybe. OK, not really. No, definitely not. Oh, well!!! I get
either North and South America or Australia and Antarctica. I’m gonna be
a dictator! I’m gonna be a dictator! Don’t ya just love it?! :D
A/N I understand that foreigners are not allowed to run for president of
the US, that you can’t be president when you’re fifteen, and it’s also
probably written somewhere that you can’t have a sadistic dark side ready
and willing to take over the world(racist bastards), and no one would
vote for anyone with our insane OC’s in close proximity with the
candidate unless they were mind-slaved (Isis:*is whistling in an
I-didn’t-do-it sort of way*) or extremely stupid. We’ll just pretend. I
think all of us have an imagination, no matter how perverted, so use it.
Pretend Ryou, the most likely of all to get elected because he’s the only
sane one, and also pretend what Mia and Isis would do. Scary thoughts.
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Ryou walked out of the Oval Office. Being President of the United
States was weird. And different. And it made his friends/fangirls act
weirder still.
There was definitely something different about Mia and Isis.
It might have been the fact they were wearing matching black sunglasses
inside. But unlikely.
It also might have been the black trench coats. But that was also very
unlikely.
What about the black and white secret service uniforms? No....
The pistols that they were carrying legally? Nope.
I KNOW!! It was the fact they hadn’t glomped him at first sight.
Yeah, that was it.
“Fanguard One, this is Fanguard Two, I have made visual contact with the
package. Over”
“Fanguard One to Fanguard Two, prepare the escort. Over.”
“Fanguard Two preparing escort. Over.”
The two ‘Fanguards’ fell into step behind Ryou, who sighed heavily. If
this was what he had to put up with.....
Meanwhile Fanguard One and Two, a.k.a. Mia and Isis, were communicating
with Fanguards Three and Four.
“Fanguard One to Fanguard Three, what’s the status of Home Plate? Over.”
“Fanguard Three here. Home Plate is free, I repeat, Home Plate is free.
Over.”
“Fanguard Two to Fanguard Four, give me Tomb Robber’s status. Over”
“Fanguard Four to Fanguard Two. Tomb Robber is fine. Over.”
“Define ‘fine’. Over.”
“Bitching about being able to take care of himself and not needing
guards. Obviously, fine. Over.”
“Fanguard Four, prepare to move Tomb Robber to Home Plate. Over.”
“Roger that. Over.”
“Fanguard One to Fanguards Three and Four. The Package approaches Home
Plate. Secure all entrances. I repeat. The Package approaches Home
Plate. Over.”
“Roger that, Fanguard One. Territory three is clear. Over.”
“Roger Fanguard One. Territory four all clear. Over.”
“Prepare to receive the Package. Over.”
“Prepared to receive the Package. Over.”
And Mia and Isis pushed open the double doors, and allowed Ryou to enter
the room.
In the room was Bakura, looking thoroughly pissed.
“TELL THEM TO SHUT THE F*** UP WITH THE FRICKIN’ CODE NAMES!!!!! AND I
DON’T NEED A FRICKIN’ SECURITY DETAIL!!!!! TELL THEM TO F***
OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Needless to say, he was mad. Demonic. Bloodthirsty. Yeah. Angry.
The ‘Fanguards’ showed no emotion whatsoever and continued talking into
their earpieces.
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(Again, writers block*hit's it with a hammer* Not ready for publication,
please finish for me)
without owning Yu-Gi-Oh, so this will have to do. But one day I will
take the world. And divide it into four parts and it would become an
oligarchy. With Bakura as it’s overall ruler. Me an Isis get to deal
with Rebels. ^__^ Be afraid insolent mortals! And Bishies. We’re giving
Kurama and Hiei a head start in this next hunt. See! We’re nice! ^__^;
Kinda. Maybe. OK, not really. No, definitely not. Oh, well!!! I get
either North and South America or Australia and Antarctica. I’m gonna be
a dictator! I’m gonna be a dictator! Don’t ya just love it?! :D
A/N I understand that foreigners are not allowed to run for president of
the US, that you can’t be president when you’re fifteen, and it’s also
probably written somewhere that you can’t have a sadistic dark side ready
and willing to take over the world(racist bastards), and no one would
vote for anyone with our insane OC’s in close proximity with the
candidate unless they were mind-slaved (Isis:*is whistling in an
I-didn’t-do-it sort of way*) or extremely stupid. We’ll just pretend. I
think all of us have an imagination, no matter how perverted, so use it.
Pretend Ryou, the most likely of all to get elected because he’s the only
sane one, and also pretend what Mia and Isis would do. Scary thoughts.
_____________________________________________________________ ____________
_____
Ryou walked out of the Oval Office. Being President of the United
States was weird. And different. And it made his friends/fangirls act
weirder still.
There was definitely something different about Mia and Isis.
It might have been the fact they were wearing matching black sunglasses
inside. But unlikely.
It also might have been the black trench coats. But that was also very
unlikely.
What about the black and white secret service uniforms? No....
The pistols that they were carrying legally? Nope.
I KNOW!! It was the fact they hadn’t glomped him at first sight.
Yeah, that was it.
“Fanguard One, this is Fanguard Two, I have made visual contact with the
package. Over”
“Fanguard One to Fanguard Two, prepare the escort. Over.”
“Fanguard Two preparing escort. Over.”
The two ‘Fanguards’ fell into step behind Ryou, who sighed heavily. If
this was what he had to put up with.....
Meanwhile Fanguard One and Two, a.k.a. Mia and Isis, were communicating
with Fanguards Three and Four.
“Fanguard One to Fanguard Three, what’s the status of Home Plate? Over.”
“Fanguard Three here. Home Plate is free, I repeat, Home Plate is free.
Over.”
“Fanguard Two to Fanguard Four, give me Tomb Robber’s status. Over”
“Fanguard Four to Fanguard Two. Tomb Robber is fine. Over.”
“Define ‘fine’. Over.”
“Bitching about being able to take care of himself and not needing
guards. Obviously, fine. Over.”
“Fanguard Four, prepare to move Tomb Robber to Home Plate. Over.”
“Roger that. Over.”
“Fanguard One to Fanguards Three and Four. The Package approaches Home
Plate. Secure all entrances. I repeat. The Package approaches Home
Plate. Over.”
“Roger that, Fanguard One. Territory three is clear. Over.”
“Roger Fanguard One. Territory four all clear. Over.”
“Prepare to receive the Package. Over.”
“Prepared to receive the Package. Over.”
And Mia and Isis pushed open the double doors, and allowed Ryou to enter
the room.
In the room was Bakura, looking thoroughly pissed.
“TELL THEM TO SHUT THE F*** UP WITH THE FRICKIN’ CODE NAMES!!!!! AND I
DON’T NEED A FRICKIN’ SECURITY DETAIL!!!!! TELL THEM TO F***
OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Needless to say, he was mad. Demonic. Bloodthirsty. Yeah. Angry.
The ‘Fanguards’ showed no emotion whatsoever and continued talking into
their earpieces.
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(Again, writers block*hit's it with a hammer* Not ready for publication,
please finish for me)