Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Yami + Sugar + Rollerblades = Bad. ❯ Chapter the Only ( Chapter 1 )

Yami + Sugar + Rollerblades = Bad.

By Borath

Me don't own. You don't sue. Everybody's happy.

Insanity. This whole fic is a dialogue through the link of Yami and Yugi ie; it's all thoughts at each other. Duh. You'll have to use your imagination for the images, but I explain enough to let you know what's going on. Stupid fic written at stupid-o-clock but enjoy it all the same! Yami is in control of their body so all actions are his... Mostly OOC but now that I've stated that you can't harass me for it in reviews.

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****Scene change/Time passage****

//Yami's thoughts//

/Yugi's thoughts/

****

/Yami, I really think you've had enough of that now./

//But only one foot is bouncing. I want them both going!//

/You are really concerning me now. Look, just give *me* back control of *my* body and you can bounce around your soul-room like a hyper-active hummingbird all you want./

//No! *My* body! Mine! Mine! Mine! *Mine*!//

/No! Yami-stop. You can't go outside with a stomach full of sherbet!/

//Don't care. *Leaving*.//

/Get back in the room./

//Ignoring you.//

/Hey! *Get back* in the house!/

//Still walking.//

/Get back in the *shop* Yami. I mean it./

//Skipping now.//

/Please? I *love* you?/

//Complete lack of caring. Besides, you're late for school.//

/Look, can you just stop here for a few minutes until you've calmed down a bit? I don't think you should be in school like this./

//Can I sing if I stand here?//

/Erm, yes. You can sing but only *if* you stand right here and don't move./

//Yay!!!!//

****10 minutes later****

//Ten sticks of dynamite sitting on a wall, ten sticks of dynamite sitting on a wall.//

/Yami?/

//And if one stick of dynamite,//

/Yami/

//Should accidentally fall, there'll be no sticks of dynamite and no bloody wall.//

/*Yami!*/

//That's my name! Ha! Ha!//

/Yami, you're worrying me./

//You're worried? I'm the one that should be worried.//

/I don't understand./

//The last time I was on a sugar high this bad... Well, you don't want to know.//

/You're right. I *don't*./

//I'm bored! I hate this spot. I hate that paving-slab. I hate that tree. I hate that shadow.. No, wait...//

/With you this hyper, we are *not* going anywhere./

//Spoilsport.//

**** Five minutes later****

//*WHEEEE!*//

/Okay, you've had your fun sliding down every banister in school. *Now* can we go home? I don't mind missing school if it's going to save mine and everyone else's life/

//No. I have *control*! Mwah! Ha! Ha! Ha!//

/You're disturbing me./

//And don't even try to switch. You can't. Now, the first year's class?//

/No way, nuh uh, no how. I *refuse*. It's arts and crafts day today and I will not risk my safety at the hands of children and blue paint./

//Art? Really? Cool. It's been years since I used a pottery wheel.//

/You wouldn't dare./

//Coward.//

/*No*./

**** Twenty minutes later****

/I *hate* you!/

//I thought that Hikaris didn't hate.//

/When they are covered in blue paint, clay and sawdust, they do./

//Calm down Aibou. Tell you what; we'll go get cleaned up and then we'll head back to the Game Shop, okay?//

/I'm glad to see that the sugar is beginning to wear off. Erm, where are we going?/

//To get cleaned up.//

/I know that, but, why the school gardens? No. No. *NOOOOO!!!*/

**** Thirty minutes later****

//Those fountains are really cold.//

/Those children are going to be mentally scarred for life./

//Oh come on, it wasn't that bad.//

/You lounged naked in the highest fountain for twenty minutes and *then* did impressions of Yoda. I think that's pretty bad./

//Kaiba didn't seem too angry. Actually, I think he approved.//

/Kaiba!?/

//Oh yeah. He heard the commotion and came out to see what was going on. Stayed a while too.//

/I think you've gone insane. No, I know you've gone insane./

//Not that insane. You do realize that we look extremely alike so...//

/If you were flaunting then the school is going to think that I was because they don't know about you./

//*Obviously*.//

/Oh Christ/

//Calm down Aibou, it's not *that* bad. Aren't you enjoying yourself just a little? Hmm? No then? Well screw you because I'm having a blast!//

/Can we just go home now?/

//Alright. I'll take us home.//

****10 minutes later****

/I thought we were heading back now that you've had your fun./

//We are. I didn't say how or in what direction.//

/I'm going to kill myself right after *you*./

//That's the spirit!//

/Why are we in the Mall?/

//I saw an advert for something really fun here.//

/Given your definition of fun, I'm very concerned about the immediate existence of everyone on the planet./

//See that shop? They've got something that is really, really fun. I remembered it when I was in the fountain.//

/Please stop bringing that up./

//Right, let's go spend!//

/Yami, those don't look safe. Put them back./

//Sorry, but I always thought pink was my colour.//

/No Yami./

//Oh look! They fit!//

/Take. Them. Off./

//Come on Aibou, live a little! Let's take them for a spin.//

/No. I - ahhhhhh!/

****

/Tell me Yami, does trouble go out of its way to look for you?/

//Ow. No. It knows where I am most of the time. Ow.//

/(Sigh.)/

//Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.//

/It's your own fault. You've never tried on roller-skates in your life./

//Ow. Don't. Ow. Gloat.//

/I'm your Hikari. I don't gloat./

//Yeah right. Ow!//

/Would you like to switch now?/

//Yes. The sugar's just about gone. Call it an allergic reaction if you will.//

/I will be merciful./

//Aibou, I'm really sorry about the banisters, the paint, the clay, the saw, the fountain, that Yoda's ears thing and nearly breaking our ankle.//

/Forgiven./

//I-huh?//

/I forgive you. I could tell that you weren't in control of yourself./

//You're going to be in trouble at school and with your friends.//

/No. *You're* going to be in trouble at school and with *our* friends./

//This sucks.//

****

/Yami?/

//Yeah?//

/Have you calmed down yet?/

//Yes Aibou. Can we go on the Internet now?//

/Okay... *Why* exactly?/

//Chat-room!//

/Yami, with *you* they're just as dangerous as bright pink rollerblades./

//Please? I *love* you?//

//Fine. Just not for too long.//

//Yay!//

****Fifteen seconds later****

/Um, Yami? Why am I locked in my Soul Room?/

//Because you're being all polite and boring. Now it's my turn!//

/I don't-Where the hell did you get that?!/

//Been hiding it. It's cherry flavored...//

/Yami, put the pink sherbet down. Now. No! Stop! Stop eating it!/

//From the top now! Ten sticks of dynamite...//

End