Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stupid Pointless Arguments ❯ For the Prize ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh..

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'My head hurts.'

That was the thought that ran through Malik’s mind as he awoke. Yuugi groaned and rolled over, nuzzling himself into the warm flesh beside him.

Malik moaned at the feeling of a small body cuddled into him. He pulled the bodies on either side of him closer, and snuggled into the firmer one.

Ryou growled at the feeling of someone pulling his pillow away from him. Sitting up, he reached for the knife Bakura kept on the bedside table, intending on stabbing whatever was trying to take something of his.

Bakura grunted at the feeling of someone grabbing his goods. "Damnit, Ryou, I'm not in the mood to fuck you."

Malik blinked. The sound of Bakura's voice and the feel of naked skin caused warning bells to go off in his head. Jerking up, and ignoring the increase in pain the motion caused for his head, Malik stared down at Bakura and Yuugi. He looked over onto the other side of Bakura where Ryou was sitting up, giving Bakura a rather vicious hand job.

"Oh, God! Ryou what are you doing?!" He scrambled backwards trying to get away from them, but ended up tumbling over Yuugi on the other side. Glancing at the naked Yuugi, the naked Bakura, and the naked Ryou made a pit of dread drop into his stomach. Glancing down, he realized that he was also naked... Ryou was naked and he was naked. That could only mean one thing...

He screamed.

"What's going on in here?" The door burst open as Yami ran into the room, holding a bowl. Marik started laughing hysterically from his unnoticed position on the bed.

"Malik thinks he fucked Ryou!"

“Damnit, Bakura, how deep did you embed the knife into the side table?”  Bakura growled as Ryou gave another vicious tug.

“That’s not a knife, that’s my cock!”

“Oh my God! Why are we naked!?!”

“Ryou, as bad as Bakura is, I don’t think yanking that off will make him any less of a dick!” Yami threw in as he helped the panicking Yuugi.

“Damnit, Marik, this isn’t funny stop laughing!”

“Yami, why am I naked!?”

“Because we had a hot foursome, don’t you remember, Yuugi?” Ryou lied with a snicker.

Malik started screaming again.

Yuugi almost passed out.

Marik also almost passed out, but because of the lack of air his brain was receiving.

Bakura rolled over and went back to sleep.

Yami wondered which god was laughing at him.

“Shut up.” Ryou said after listening to Malik scream for a few more seconds.

He reached over to the blankets that hung from the bed beside him and pulled. Marik flew off the bed, and landed on Bakura, smirking he cuddled with the growling yami. Yuugi calmed down enough for Yami to explain what was going on.

“Well, before I tell you what happened last night, I need to make one thing absolutely clear. Yuugi, you are never allowed near alcohol again.”

“Why not?”

“Probably because the selfish prick didn’t appreciate the fact that you were rubbing against me for most of the night. Or that you wanted me to fuck you. Or that you think I’m better in bed.”

“See, Malik, Yuugi agrees with me.” Ryou added his two cents.

“When did I say this? Bakura, did you drug my drinks?” Bakura smirked.

“Who won the stupid competition?” Malik finally spoke.

“Ryou won; and Yuugi lost.” Marik grinned happily thinking back to the night before.

“And we ended up naked how?”

“After Bakura gave Ryou a hand job, the four of you came up here to have a foursome, but, Yuugi, in a fit of jealousy, you slammed Malik’s head into the side table –while singing your rage–    and knocked him out. You tried to do the same to Ryou, but you passed out, and Ryou fell asleep when we were trying to restrain you.”

“Why were we curled up together?”

“Bakura sat down between you guys and you clutched onto him and refused to let go.”

“What’s that burning smell?” Ryou suddenly piped up, interrupting Malik’s line of questioning.

“Shit! The pancakes!” Yami dashed out of the room.

Yuugi was shaking still. “I tried to have sex with Bakura?”

“You’re the reason my head is pounding!” Yuugi groaned, suddenly noticing how gross he felt.

“I think I’m going to hurl.”

“You know where the bathroom is.” Ryou stretched a bit before preparing to cuddle with Bakura. Only to encounter one problem: Marik still hadn’t moved from his position on Bakura. “Move.” He snarled at the problem.

“No.” Marik grinned while squirming around on Bakura in an exaggerated attempt to get comfortable. Bakura growled in annoyance at the constant movement.

Sitting up, Ryou grabbed a “non-embedded” knife from an actual side table. Twirling it around in his fingers, he suddenly lunged at Marik and attempted to stab him. Marik managed to fend off the attack and the knife ended up stabbing the ground a few inches from his head.

Bakura irritated from the fighting on top of him, shoved the both of them off of him. When Ryou went for the knife again, Malik had to grab it before any harm could be done to his yami. Bakura decided to intervene, solely so he could get some sleep.

Grabbing Ryou, he pulled him into his chest, where he happily purred and began drifting off to sleep. “I’ll give you a tip for the future: Ryou is NOT a morning person, if you bother him enough, he will try to kill you. Keep that in mind.”

Marik, now that the threat was over, found it amusing how aggressive, sweet little Ryou, was behind doors.

Malik hoped Bakura would give all his tips before they were needed.

Yuugi wanted to stop paying his respect to the almighty Porcelain God.

Yami just prayed for a way to salvage the pancakes.

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After breakfast, Ryou turned back into a decent human being, one who did not wish to destroy everything that moved and made sounds.

Yuugi, had finally stopped vomiting, and was feeling a lot better.

Marik was trying to provoke Ryou, in hopes of another violent reaction.

Yami was cleaning the kitchen, secretly proud that he’d saved the pancakes.

Malik was wondering why he hung out with the people he did.

And Bakura… was still sleeping.

Eventually though, they all got settled in the living room, to prepare for the next round in the contest. Once again, Yami took the role as the MC.

“Now, as you know, this round is to determine the most girly hikari.”

“Yay.” Sarcasm oozed from Malik’s voice.

“Now to get you motivated, the winner of this round will get a prize.” The change in the hikaris’ demeanor became noticeable instantaneously.

“What’s the prize?” Ryou asked.

“Well, it depends on the winner. Yuugi will get the new 5000 piece puzzle, he’s been wanting for a while.” Yuugi grinned a little dreaming about the puzzle.

“Malik will get this.” Marik grinned, dangling a gold necklace in front of Malik’s face. Swinging it back and forth he watched as Malik’s eyes followed it completely, never once straying. “You’re beginning to get sleepy. Very very sleepy. –”

“Marik!” Marik stopped at Yami’s voice, never noticing the way Ryou’s eyes focused very hard on the necklace.

“Isn’t that mine?” Ryou finally asked.

“Yes.” Ryou glared at Marik.

“If you win, you’ll get it back, and you’ll win something else.”

“What’s that?”

Bakura whispered in Ryou’s ears.

“Deal.” Ryou smirked as he shook Bakura’s hand.

“Now, now, Ryou, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Malik said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I’m the most stylish. So it’s obvious that I’ll win.”

“I’m the best at games and contests. That puzzle is as good as mine.” Yuugi announced.

“Actually guys, I have the best wardrobe.” Malik and Yuugi looked at Ryou, before bursting out into laughter. Ryou glared at them coldly.

“Now, you may use any of your accessories, and wear any of the clothes in your closet. The one who can either pass as a girl, or is dressed the sexiest wins.”

“Is that it?” Yuugi questioned.

“Yup.” And so Malik and Bakura headed to Malik’s place; and Marik and Yuugi went over to the game shop. Ryou stormed up the stairs to his room, ready to make Yuugi and Malik eat their words.

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“Ryou, how exactly do you plan on winning this competition? Not to be rude or anything, but you don’t have the most… suitable clothes for this round.” Yami asked as they walked up the stairs to Ryou’s room.

Ryou didn’t answer him, he just kept walking until eventually he stood in front of his closet. Opening the closet door, he said to Yami, “Now, Yami, this is my closet.”

Yami raised an eyebrow at him, “Obviously.”

Ryou closed the closet door, and walked over to the picture of him and Bakura on the wall. Taking the picture off the wall, he pushed on the previously covered space and the altered wall popped out of place. Putting his hand through the space, he undid a latch, and he was then able to slide the rest of the wall out of the way.

“But, Yami, this is my wardrobe.” Yami stared wide-eyed as he peered into the hidden room and stared astounded at the amount of clothes that lay in there. Crouching they entered the room, and Yami blinked in surprise at the amount of space the room had. “This, Yami, is how I plan to win this competition.”

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“You should flatten your hair for this.” Marik said.

“I should?” Yuugi blinked up at Marik.

“Yeah, spikey hair just isn’t sexy.” Yuugi stared at Marik, eyes roving up to his hair, then back down to his face.

“Marik.”

“Yes?”

&# 8220;Your hair is spikey.”

“So?”

“Nevermind.”

“You shouldn’t wear loose clothes.”

“Why?”

“Because loose clothes aren’t sexy.” Once again, Yuugi stared at Marik, trying to find a single piece of tight-fitting clothing, only to come up empty.

“Marik, you’re wearing loose clothing.”

“So?” Yuugi sighed and shook his head.

“You should…”

Yuugi groaned, it was going to be a long two-and a half hours.


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“Do these jeans make my butt look big?”

“Yes.” Bakura didn’t bother glancing at Malik to answer the question.

“Does this shirt make me look fat?”

“Yes.” Bakura flipped to another page in the magazine he was looking at.

“Does my hair need more glitter?”

“Yes.” He carefully analyzed a Swiss Army Knife advertisement.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yes.” He flipped to another page.

“If I was hot, horny, and desperate, would you fuck me?”

“Yes.” He put the magazine down and decided to check what was on television.

“Can I pour a cup of boiling coffee over your head?”

“No.”

“So you were listening.”

“N—Yes.”

“Damni t, Bakura, help me out here! I need an honest opinion.”

“You’re a sl—you look very nice.”

“What were you going to call me?” Malik’s voice sounded strangely dangerous.
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The yamis were all gathered around Ryou’s living room, and talking civilly among themselves.

“Yeah, you can go fuck yourself!” Bakura yelled at Yami.

“You’re just mad because I’m right.”

“Like hell I am! I know Ryou better than you, and he doesn’t have a secret wardrobe!”

Marik grinned, watching the two fight was one of his favourite past-times, not including the other things he liked to indulge in, but wasn’t allowed to, so he did it in an abandon warehouse.

“Are you children done, yet?” Yuugi asked as he popped his head downstairs.

“Yes, you can come down now, Yuugi.” Yuugi nodded before walking out into full view. Yami gasped in surprise at the sight he made.

His normally spikey hair had been flattened down, and his normal blond bangs had streaks of red and black running through them. He had outlined his eyes in black kohl at Marik’s… insistence. Tight clothes, which surprisingly weren’t made from leather, adorned his body; thus showing off his small figure. Apart from his trademark Millennium Puzzle and choker, he wasn’t wearing any accessories, and with a pair of regular black converses, he completed the look. He walked into the center of the room, slowly turned around, before exiting the room.

Moments later, Malik came down, and Marik smirked in approval.

His hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and swayed from side to side as he walked. His bright eyes were done in their normal fashion, and his lips were lightly coated in a pink lipstick. His blue shirt was in his customary abdomen exposing fashion, but instead of it being a short shirt, he had taken a regular sized one and tied it at his side. The Millennium Rod was stuck through a belt loop in his tight, black, short shorts. With gold bangles dressing his wrists and ankles, he strutted into his room, his black slippers not making a sound. He slowly turned with a sway of his hips, winked at the guys and left the room.

Finally, Ryou came downstairs, and Bakura’s breath got caught in his throat.

His normally straight silver hair had been curled and framed his face in large ringlets. His bright green eyes were outlined in liquid black eyeliner, and his lips were coated with strawberry flavoured lip gloss. He had a black ribbon tied around his neck, and he twirled the ribbon in one hand that was covered by a black wrist long fingerless mesh glove on his left hand. The other hand pulled teasingly at the short dress he was wearing, the black elbow length mesh glove, not contrasting with the dark blue colour of the dress. The Millennium Ring wasn’t around his neck, but instead it had been tied around his waist, the large pendent practically stuck to his left hip. A knife was visibly strapped to his right thigh, as well as to the upper part of his left arm. Knee length, heeled leather boots completed the over appearance of his outfit. He entered the room, performed the routine they’d been told then exited.

The yamis sat there stunned at the appearance of all their hikaris, before settling down to calculate the results. “I told you Ryou had a secret wardrobe.” Yami couldn’t help but rub it in a little.

“Damnit, Yami, shut the hell up!”

“Sounds like trouble in paradise, what’s wrong Bakura? Did Ryou keep a secret from you?” Marik threw in.

Bakura lunged at him, the results would have to wait. He would show them “trouble in paradise”.

TBC

So, this is up now, and feel free to vote for who you think won the contest. The next chapter will be up…. eventually.
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