Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Under the Rizzug ❯ Undre the Rizzug ( One-Shot )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Ryou's Mistress265 
A stupid fic my brother and I wrote. I dunno about you but when our friends read it they thought it was funny, that's why it's comedy. But the again our friends laugh at the words "Chicken Butt" 0_0
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.15.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 934 | Visits: 723 | Status: Completed
A stupid fic my brother and I wrote. I dunno about you but when our friends read it they thought it was funny, that's why it's comedy. But the again our friends laugh at the words "Chicken Butt" 0_0
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.15.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 934 | Visits: 723 | Status: Completed
RM: Ryou wants to tell y'all something
Ryou: *shakes head*
RM: Ryou, if u don't i'll send Bakura to kick ur ass!
Ryou: *shakes head harder*
RM: Then u leave me no choice. I'm getting the sissors to cut ur hair now!
Ryou: RYOU'S MISTRESS DOESN'T OWN YUGIOH, THE SIMPSONS OR THE SOUND OF MUSIC! *tries to breath*
RM* and...........
Ryou: her name has no meaning WHAT SO EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!
RM: WHERE ARE THEM SISSORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UNDER THE RIZZUG
Lets start at the beginning(A/N *singing* a very good place to start!!!!!!). I remember that day just like it was yesterday. It was a month ago, really. My lover, Marik died after 23 years of sweet bliss, leaving me empty inside. It was a great marriage. There weren't any arguments and we loved each other very, very much. He was my heart and soul. My one and only. When he died he left me with a hole. Something it seemed like nothing could fill, but I tried anyway. I was lonely. I almost killed myself in the suffrage. I just couldn't go on. I need a companion. Bakura and Ryou, my dog and cat, just weren't enough. I needed more…
That's when it started. Early that day I was walking by the pet store after a night of drinking. I had drowned my sorrow in about 20 or so glasses of liquor. I was drunk off my ass. But anyway, as I was saying. As I past the store I couldn't help but look in and notice a pair of gerbils running along on a wheel in their cage. I decided to go in and check it out.
As I stepped in the store BAM! It hit me like a ton of bricks. A suspiciously potent scent of cow feces. It was very unusual, considering there weren't any cows in the store to begin with. It looked like a regular pet store, cats, dogs, goldfishes, the usual, but as I looked around I saw cow feces everywhere. The walls and even the ceiling. I tried to ignore the smell as I walked towards the counter but I could barely take it. As I reached the counter an even fouler smell struck my nose. It was the clerk's breath! It couldn't take so I started to head for the door and go on my way. As I was leaving the clerk called to me. He said, " How are you doing sir." I threw up and hightailed it out of there. I called the pet store from home. Surprisingly I could smell his terrible breath over the phone. Anyway, I ordered two West African gerbils. I was in for a real shock when they came two weeks later.
2 WEEKS LATER…
DING DONG
" Package for a Ishar, first name Malik."
I opened the door to find a scrawny little punk delivery boy( With big three colored hair if u get my drift). And he was asking for a ten-dollar tip. I gave him ten cents and slammed the door in his face. Just before I did he said thanks and then whispered, "sucker" under his breath. "Little punk he wouldn't know the difference between ten dollars and ten cents if he got a job like that. He probably dropped out of the first grade anyway." I took the box inside and shut the inner door. I carefully put the box on the table and out a pair of scissors.
As I was cutting open the box it began to shake. Suddenly they busted out the box. They clung to me like squirrels on a nut. I quickly smacked the off. They ran into the other room. I was too busy calling the pet store to follow them into the room. It rang twice then the clerk picked it up. His breath surprised me because I forgot how it smelled. The clerk told me that they had ran out of gerbils so he ordered two West African Gelimonsters at the same price. He didn't know anything about them except that they were named Yugi and Yami. I hung up ran to see what they were doing. I thought my eyes must have been deceiving me as I saw them ripping through Bakura. They were half way through him and I also saw a pile of bones that used to be Ryou. Marik loved Ryou the most( Who wouldn't!). He was always a cat person but I always considered dogs to be the better of the two. I chased them until they ran into a mouse hole. I boarded up the hole hoping to never see them again. Little did I know only 2 weeks would pass before I would see them again, and for the last time.
Two weeks passed and it happened again. But this time they came back with vengeance "Old School." (hee hee Simpsons!) I was researching these monsters just in case they came back. They never left in the first place. Last night as I sat at my little desk with a lamp across from the bookcase (which had about 150 books about Gelimonsters), I was studying a way to exterminate the beast. I looked back and saw a moving lump in the rug. They were under the rug. I quickly raised the chair above my head and tried to whack them good. They evaded my attack. Suddenly they popped from under the rug and the last thing I saw were them lunging at my eyes. They killed me and that's how I ended up here St. Peter, at Heaven's Gates.
SO CAN I GO IN NOW?
Ryou: *shakes head*
RM: Ryou, if u don't i'll send Bakura to kick ur ass!
Ryou: *shakes head harder*
RM: Then u leave me no choice. I'm getting the sissors to cut ur hair now!
Ryou: RYOU'S MISTRESS DOESN'T OWN YUGIOH, THE SIMPSONS OR THE SOUND OF MUSIC! *tries to breath*
RM* and...........
Ryou: her name has no meaning WHAT SO EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!
RM: WHERE ARE THEM SISSORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UNDER THE RIZZUG
Lets start at the beginning(A/N *singing* a very good place to start!!!!!!). I remember that day just like it was yesterday. It was a month ago, really. My lover, Marik died after 23 years of sweet bliss, leaving me empty inside. It was a great marriage. There weren't any arguments and we loved each other very, very much. He was my heart and soul. My one and only. When he died he left me with a hole. Something it seemed like nothing could fill, but I tried anyway. I was lonely. I almost killed myself in the suffrage. I just couldn't go on. I need a companion. Bakura and Ryou, my dog and cat, just weren't enough. I needed more…
That's when it started. Early that day I was walking by the pet store after a night of drinking. I had drowned my sorrow in about 20 or so glasses of liquor. I was drunk off my ass. But anyway, as I was saying. As I past the store I couldn't help but look in and notice a pair of gerbils running along on a wheel in their cage. I decided to go in and check it out.
As I stepped in the store BAM! It hit me like a ton of bricks. A suspiciously potent scent of cow feces. It was very unusual, considering there weren't any cows in the store to begin with. It looked like a regular pet store, cats, dogs, goldfishes, the usual, but as I looked around I saw cow feces everywhere. The walls and even the ceiling. I tried to ignore the smell as I walked towards the counter but I could barely take it. As I reached the counter an even fouler smell struck my nose. It was the clerk's breath! It couldn't take so I started to head for the door and go on my way. As I was leaving the clerk called to me. He said, " How are you doing sir." I threw up and hightailed it out of there. I called the pet store from home. Surprisingly I could smell his terrible breath over the phone. Anyway, I ordered two West African gerbils. I was in for a real shock when they came two weeks later.
2 WEEKS LATER…
DING DONG
" Package for a Ishar, first name Malik."
I opened the door to find a scrawny little punk delivery boy( With big three colored hair if u get my drift). And he was asking for a ten-dollar tip. I gave him ten cents and slammed the door in his face. Just before I did he said thanks and then whispered, "sucker" under his breath. "Little punk he wouldn't know the difference between ten dollars and ten cents if he got a job like that. He probably dropped out of the first grade anyway." I took the box inside and shut the inner door. I carefully put the box on the table and out a pair of scissors.
As I was cutting open the box it began to shake. Suddenly they busted out the box. They clung to me like squirrels on a nut. I quickly smacked the off. They ran into the other room. I was too busy calling the pet store to follow them into the room. It rang twice then the clerk picked it up. His breath surprised me because I forgot how it smelled. The clerk told me that they had ran out of gerbils so he ordered two West African Gelimonsters at the same price. He didn't know anything about them except that they were named Yugi and Yami. I hung up ran to see what they were doing. I thought my eyes must have been deceiving me as I saw them ripping through Bakura. They were half way through him and I also saw a pile of bones that used to be Ryou. Marik loved Ryou the most( Who wouldn't!). He was always a cat person but I always considered dogs to be the better of the two. I chased them until they ran into a mouse hole. I boarded up the hole hoping to never see them again. Little did I know only 2 weeks would pass before I would see them again, and for the last time.
Two weeks passed and it happened again. But this time they came back with vengeance "Old School." (hee hee Simpsons!) I was researching these monsters just in case they came back. They never left in the first place. Last night as I sat at my little desk with a lamp across from the bookcase (which had about 150 books about Gelimonsters), I was studying a way to exterminate the beast. I looked back and saw a moving lump in the rug. They were under the rug. I quickly raised the chair above my head and tried to whack them good. They evaded my attack. Suddenly they popped from under the rug and the last thing I saw were them lunging at my eyes. They killed me and that's how I ended up here St. Peter, at Heaven's Gates.
SO CAN I GO IN NOW?