|Life At My House
Author: Seto's Princess PM
I HAVE RETURNED! CHAPTER 31 IS FINALLY HERE! Can the YGO cast live together or will they be driven insane? Torture, OOCness, unfortunate accidents, bashing, food craziness, stupidity, extreme confusion and randomness. Rated for language.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor - Chapters: 31 - Words: 104,699 - Reviews: 647 - Favs: 94 - Follows: 41 - Updated: 09-12-07 - Published: 09-04-04 - id: 2043658
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Life At My House
A Yu-Gi-Oh FanFic
By: Seto's Princess
Disclaimer – About a week or so ago was the 3 year anniversary of this story and you know what? I STILL don't own YuGiOh! DOODIEPOPS!
'Italicized words' are thoughts…
Where we last left off: (Third Person Point of View)
Everyone nodded and started heading out, some giving Sarai hugs before they left. Joey, of course, put the food away in the refrigerator before he left. Mai, Téa and Serenity helped carry Sarai's gifts upstairs to their apartment. Soon, only Sarai and the three Kaiba brothers were left.
"Well, goodnight guys. Thanks for everything," she said and hugged the younger brothers tightly, surprising them slightly. "You guys are so awesome." She patted their heads and turned to Seto.
"Ah, goodnight, Seto." She blushed, planted a quick kiss on his cheek and ran off.
The two brothers blinked and looked up at their older brother, whose eyes widened. They grinned and gave each other a high-five, walking off to get ready for bed.
NOTE – PLEASE READ!!!: I'M BACK!!! Yes, high school is over and the whole senior year depression is gone. I am now a college freshman and loving at least 90 of it! XD Anyways, that means I'm back in happy mode, and hopefully I'm back to my old funny self, but I'll let you lovely readers decide that. Thank you so much for remaining loyal to this story and being so patient with me in my emo phase. The only thing you should worry about now is the homework I'll be getting, but I promise I'll squeeze out any bit of time I can get to crank out another chapter for you.
As a reminder: Rebecca is NOT in this story (yet), the Kisara chapter NEVER happened, the Bakura fangirls chapter NEVER happened, and Sarai did NOT cry in the Sweet Sixteen chapter.
I'd like to dedicate this chapter first and foremost to Jenn, for sticking by me and knocking some sense into me when I needed it, for being random with me, for pushing me to believe in myself and screw what everyone else thinks, for teaching me to stand up and say "f you" to those who put me down, for talking to me in the wee hours of the night when I should have been sleeping, for giving me some of the ideas for this chapter, and well, for everything else you've done for me. Thank you.
Secondly, to Jessica, for cheering me up with the combination of Seto, Demyx and Vergil, for our random RPs, for being online when no one else was, for being silly with me, for staying up to talk to me even though you were tired and/or sick. Dance magic dance!
Last but not least to Bunnyfluff, for those random and not so random conversations, for also being online when no one else was, for asking how college is going so far, for just saying random things randomly. Haha, you're awesome.
Now for the long awaited chapter of Life At My House!!
Warning: Randomness, vegetables, fruits, and um… confusion…
Chapter 31 – The Gardener's Club Costume Contest...
Third Person Point of View
May 10th, 2005. 1 PM.
Ryou sat at his computer, typing away on a forum for his online gardener's club.
"Oh! What's this? A costume contest?" Ryou clicked on the forum link and read the main post. Apparently the online club was holding a costume contest for all its members. Ryou smiled and jotted down some of the contest's important details before shutting the computer off and running off to tell Marik and Yugi, who were also part of the club.
"So what do you guys think?" Ryou asked, glancing back and forth between his tri-colored-spiky-haired friend and the blonde Egyptian.
"I don't know… I'm not all that great with sewing," Marik muttered, brushing a stray blonde strand out of his face.
Yugi grinned gingerly at his friend, ideas immediately forming in the card player's head. "Well, I'm up for it, Ryou, but don't we need models for this sort of thing? If the three of us are going to enter we can't exactly use each other to use as mannequins for our costumes."
"Wait, why are you automatically assuming that I'm entering?" Marik sputtered.
"Aw, we'll help you, Marik!" Yugi replied with a cute irresistible smile.
"Fine… But who are we going to use?" Marik inquired, looking over at Ryou, who had a slight uncharacteristic grin on his face. "Oh no… Ryou, what are you thinking?"
"You really think they'll agree to it?" Yugi had a questioning gaze.
Their white haired comrade gave a nod and an almost crazed smile. "I know just how to do it."
"Hmph! Some King of Games you are…" Yugi mumbled - a very cute pout with an equally cute frown plastered on his young face.
Yami sighed. "Aibou, please-"
"Yamiii! Don't you want to beat Bakura and YamiMarik?" Yugi asked, the pout on his face becoming just a bit cuter.
"…They're entering too?"
Yugi nodded, still pouting at his yami, hoping to persuade him.
"Okay, I'll do it." Yami never could resist a challenge… or Yugi's pout.
"Now why in Ra's name would I agree to such a stupid idea?"
"Because you love me?" put in one white haired British cutie.
His darker half sent him an incredulous look which was also part glare, crossing his arms, his evil brown eyes darkening slightly.
"Or not… Please Bakura? I'll owe you a big favor!"
"That's not very promising considering you can't do much."
Ryou let out a sigh, tugging on the hem of his shirt, trying to figure out a way to have Bakura do his bidding.
"I have better things to do than to stand around here with you, so if you have nothing more to say, I'll be leaving." With that, Bakura sharply turned his back on his lighter half and made to walk away. Before he could take a step, Ryou's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.
"What now?" Bakura hissed in annoyance.
"You don't want Yami to win, do you?"
"The Pharaoh's doing this?"
"Yeah, he's going to be Yugi's model."
"If we win, you can rub it in Yami's face," Ryou suggested, mentally rewarding himself for knowing just how to weasel anything out of his yami.
Bakura thought about it. Ryou stood there with his hand latched on to Bakura's wrist while said white haired villain thought and thought and thought. After what seemed like 525,600 minutes, though it was only 4 or 5, Bakura faced his hikari. (Cookies to anyone who knows what the number means.)
"What do I have to do?"
"YamiMarik, are you even listening to me?"
"What, did you say something, sad excuse for a hikari?"
The blond Egyptian grumbled to himself, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "Listen to me, damn it!"
"Why the hell should I?" retorted Marik's psychotic evil half while he absently flipped though one of Mai's CosmoGirl's, possibly in an attempt to freak her out. That or he was actually enjoying the article titled "10 Easy Steps to Fuller Fluffier Curls."
Marik glared at his insane other, mentally commenting on how stupid YamiMarik looked, flipping though a woman's magazine. Marik suddenly pulled out his camera and took a picture of YamiMarik reading the CosmoGirl article.
"What the hell?!"
"There, now listen to me! I want you to-"
"I'm not going to be your damn model for whatever the hell it is your doing, so get out of my sight."
Marik blinked, staring at his darker half in disbelief.
"Before you ask, yes I was listening. I just felt like annoying you."
Marik sighed heavily in frustration, rubbing his temples.
"I'm not doing it."
An idea suddenly struck Marik.
"You'll have free bragging rights over Yami and Bakura."
"Well, what the hell are you waiting for? Start sewing!"
The Next Day
"This?!? You had to pick this out of all the fruits and vegetables in the world?" Bakura hissed, glaring at his lighter half, who was zipping up the back of the costume.
"Oh, it's not that bad, Bakura," Ryou chided softly, standing up to examine his work.
"Not that bad?!? I look like a freaking c-"
"Oh, stop throwing a bloody hissy fit, you wanker."
"…Are you being British?"
"I am British!"
"Well stop being gay then!"
Ryou sighed dramatically, opening the door. "Come on, let's go. I need everyone else's opinion."
"Why the damn hell do you need anyone else's opinion?" Bakura growled, crossing his green-clad arms.
"So I can know whether or not it came out right!"
"I'm not going out there."
"Yes you are!!" Ryou exclaimed, shoving Bakura though the door, which provided a little workout considering how bulky Bakura's costume was.
"Yugi, I don't know about this… My head feels terribly out of place, and must I wear this… this… what is this stuff called again?"
"What, the green stuff around your eyes?"
Yami nodded, frowning at his reflection in the mirror. Yugi chuckled, slipping a pair of fluffy red gloves on Yami's hands. The Pharaoh would have done it himself were it not for his costume, which kept his arms very far apart.
"It's called make-up, and it's not so bad. You look great, Yami." Yugi offered a reassuring smile. "Now let's go see what the others think."
"Ah, Yugi. I don't think I can fit through the door."
Yugi blinked, glancing back and forth between his yami and the door. "Okay, stand sideways, and I'll push you out."
"I look like a complete moron! I swear if the Pharaoh doesn't look worse than I do, you'll regret the day you were born, hikari," YamiMarik growled, reaching up and orange gloved hand to push a stray bit of hair from his face.
"Just stop complaining. You really make the most out of a being a five-year-old, don't you?"
"Stop bringing that up, damn it! I may have only existed for five years, but I'm just as old as you are physically and mentally!"
Marik scoffed silently, rolling his eyes. "Whatever you say…" He grabbed his yami's arm, dragging him out the door.
"Hey! Where the hell are you taking me?!?"
"Just shut up and follow."
"Okay, Tris, you got any sevens?"
"Damn. Here you go, Joey."
"Alright! I win! In your face!" Joey slammed his final pair of cards down on the table, doing his own little happy dance in his seat.
His brunette friend looked up, his face going through at least five different expressions before finally settling on confused.
"Come on, man, I didn't beat you that bad," Joey said with a grin running a hand through his blonde mop of hair.
Tristan shook his head, raising an arm and pointing a finger at the sight behind Joey. The blond blinked in confusion and turned in his seat, nearly falling out of it as his landed on something very red and very round.
"Y-Yams?!? That you?" Joey asked, struggling to keep the laughter out of his voice.
"Yugi, I told you I looked ridiculous!" Yami protested, turning to flee the scene when Duke Devlin walked in and burst out laughing, causing Tristan and Joey to colla[se on the floor, laughing.
"What's all the commotion in here?" asked a female voice, its owner walking into the room. "…Yami, why are you dressed like a giant cherry? And is that green eye shadow?"
"Hey Sarai! What do you think of the costume I made?" Yugi asked, gesturing towards Yami.
The raven haired girl snickered. "It's… very… good-holy crap I should get my camera!" Sarai burst out laughing and ran out of the apartment to fetch her camera.
"I'm going back to my room now," Yami announced loudly over Joey, Duke and Tristan's laughter. He turned, about to leave, but stopped in mid-step as he came face to his face with his arch nemesis.
"See, Bakura? I told you Yami was doing it too," Ryou piped out, poking his head out from beside his yami.
Both Yamis stared at each other for the longest time. The room fell silent for a moment before Joey, Tristan and Duke once again burst into an uncontrollable laughter.
"A giant cu-cu-cucumber!!!"
"Oh, that's p-priceless!"
"Ow, my ribs! So funny…"
The spirit of the ring growled, throwing them his darkest of glares. They paid no attention though and Bakura's dark mood was quickly drowned out as some of the other members of the house filed into the living room, their eyes widening at the sight of a giant cherry and cucumber.
"SCREW YOU ALL!" Bakura yelled, turning to face Yami. "Well, Pharaoh, I believe this is a new humiliating low for you."
A smirk split across the Pharaoh's face. "At least I don't look like a giant c-"
"HAHAHA! YAMIMARIK'S A GIANT CARROT!"
"Shut up you morons!" said yami growled, turning to face his produce-clad comrades. "Ha! You two look like idiots!"
Yami glared at the darker-skinned yami. "Like I was telling Bakura, at least I don't look like a giant c-"
"You can't even move your arms!" Bakura countered, glowering at his rival.
"Oh yeah?! I can still throw a punch!" Yami shouted, fisting his right hand. Due to his restricting costume, he had to throw his whole body weight into the punch. Bakura quickly sidestepped and Yami ultimately ended up falling over, laying flat on his face.
"Damn it Bakura!!" he yelled, trying to stand up but failing miserably. All he ended up doing was rolling back and forth like the giant cherry that he was. "Someone help me up!"
The laughter in the room intensified if that was even possible.
"So… Why are you three dressed like this?" Sarai asked, snapping a few pictures, while Yugi helped Yami to stand.
"It's a costume contest for an online gardening club the three of us are part of," Ryou answered, gesturing towards himself, Yugi and Marik.
"Enough! When the hell can we get these blasted costumes off?!?" Bakura snarled in an attempt to kill the ongoing laughter.
"Oh! We need to take pictures and upload to the website. Let's go Yami before your eye liner starts running," Yugi said, dragging Yami away from another outburst of guffaws and snickers.
Bakura screamed in rage, grabbing Ryou and hauling him away to his room. Marik sighed and grabbed his yami before he attempted to send anyone to the shadow realm, taking off towards his room.
Later that night…
"…Should we tell them we all lost?"
"No way, they'll have our heads."
"But they'll have to know sometime…"
"We'll just wait for the right moment to tell them. Bakura's not exactly in the mood to be told he lost. Sure, Yami lost too, but that's not the point. He'll be bloody damn pissed."
"So who did win anyway, Bakura?"
"Some bloke from Florida… He dressed his wife as a palm tree. Their twin babies were the coconuts."
"…Yeah, I think we should wait before we tell our yamis."
Even later that night…
"Psst… Bakura! Hey! Hey Bakura!"
"What?!? What the hell do you want YamiMarik? I'm trying to sleep!" Bakura hissed, smacking away his roommate's prodding finger.
"I can't get my costume off! My stupid hikari accidentally sewed it to my clothes!"
"So? Why the hell should I care?" Bakura mumbled, turning to face the ridiculous looking psycho.
"Help me get it off!" YamiMarik pleaded, continually shifting from one foot to the other.
"…I need to pee."
To be continued…
Okay, this is where lovely readers such as yourselves offer ideas for future chapters, because honestly, I currently only have one more idea in mind. Any ideas you can think about will be greatly appreciated. I don't want to let this story go yet, so if you have any ideas at all, please review and tell me. Thank you all so much and I'll see you next time!