OMG IT IS DONE @_@
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Amunet glared at the warm laptop on her lap. “WRITERS’ BLOCK!” she finally screamed.
Kia jumped from her hunched over position on the wooden coffee table. She hissed, seeing that her up till now perfect score in Guitar Hero II was going down the tubes. Eri gave a triumphant “HA!” and used her opponent’s distraction as a means to increase her own score. Pandora simply continued her typing in an unperturbed manner, pausing only to take a sip of her Coke.
Amunet’s glare now shifted to Pandora. “How come you can type?” she whined. “My brain randomly decided to stop functioning!”
“Naw,” said Kia, feigning a look of surprise. “You actually have a brain?” She was, needless to say, still sore about her distraction.
This earned her a scowl from Amunet’s direction and a smirk from Eri.
“But, anyway, to continue with my horrible whiny philippic, my muse has died! A horrible painful death! She might someday resurrect, but it’s not going to be in the immediate future. And it’s definitely not going to be soon enough to win that bet against Brock.” She wrung her hands. “This isn’t good.”
“What d’you owe him if you lose?” asked Kia.
Amunet sighed. “It’s a long complicated story, but I basically need to find him a girlfriend.”
“What do you need to do?” Eri asked, bemused.
I need to write a story about a… an anything, really. But nothing completely random, nor a fanfic. IT’S NOT POSSIBLE!” she added in a wail.
“So you have to find a girlfriend for Brock.” A smirk lit up Pandora’s face. “Couldn’t you just offer yourself as virgin sacrifice to his strong, capable-“
Everyone howled and covered their ears.
When Amunet’s reddened face emerged from her hidey-hole, she said, “Now, Pan, that’s not exactly appropriate-“
“To hell with appropriate; it’s half past three in the morning,” came the eloquent reply. “And you know you wouldn’t mind.”
“Hey, I do believe that your face matches your glasses,” remarked Eri, nodding at the cranberry half-frames perched upon Amunet’s nose. This, of course, made Amunet’s face turn a deeper scarlet.
Luckily for her pride, the doorbell rang.
“PIZZA!” squealed the four girls in a frightening unison. They charged at the door, alarming the spiky-haired pizza man standing there.
“HI MISTER PIZZA MAN!” yelled Amunet exuberantly. The man’s crimson eyes betrayed a serious fright, and the rest of her friends sweat dropped.
“Uh, why don’t you just go get the pizza money, aye?” asked Pandora.
“Okay!” came the chirpy answer. A minute later a thud, OW emitted from the kitchen. “I don’t think your table likes me! It hit me and hid the money!”
Eri took pity on the poor girl and went to help her. This left Kia and Pandora in an awkward silence with the stranger.
“So… uh…” Kia cast her eyes around for a conversation topic, and they fell upon his nametag. “Your name’s Yami, eh?”
He gave a small nod. “It’s Egyptian, like my dad. Yours?”
“I’m Kia, and this is Pandora. So you’re working a night shift, eh?” His eyes were very pretty… Almost like rubies…
“Yeah, but it’s almost over. In fact,-“he glanced at his watch”-it’s over now.”
“That’s cool…”
More awkward silence followed. Pandora, who was usually particularly helpful in these kinds of situations, was strangely silent, looking between her friend and the pizza boy. Hmmm...
Kia blushed momentarily as she saw her friend’s inquisitive look, but continues to make lame conversation. “So, uh, d’you go to the high school?”
“Yeah, I’m a sophomore.”
“Oh. We’re freshman there. Isn’t what they did to the cafeteria horrible? I mean, purple and orange don’t help my digestion, especially when all over the walls.”
Yami nodded once more. “And the tacky, plastic arm chairs they put in? They were funny for a day, and now they’re just embarrassing.”
Having finally found a suitable conversation topic, they continued to slander school for several moments.
Amunet and Eri finally returned, having, according to Amunet, fought a vicious battle with space aliens and grapefruits to retrieve it and save the world as they were doing this.
“Are you in Adv. Biology?” asked Kia, taking the money from Eri, who had wrestled it from Amunet, as it was not safe in said hands.
“Yeah, with Z? Lord I hate that class.” He extended his hand. “$16.49, please.”
Kia forked over the cash. “He’s a psychotic bitch. That homework he gave us was a-“
“Not in front of the children, Kia!” said Amunet.
“…There are no children here…”
“Oh yeah, good point. Cuss away then.”
“But it drove me up the wall anyway. It took me almost two hours to finish it.”
Yami goggled. “You actually understood it?”
Kia grinned bashfully. “Yeah… Even though ‘Net helped me a lot.” She glanced in the direction of her curly-haired friend. “She does show an aptitude for bitchy subjects.”
Yami grinned. “Is she one of those people that are actually smart deep down inside and are too dumb to realize it?”
“Pretty much. So, d’you want some help with that homework?”
“Would you? None of my friends are in that class, so I can’t go to them for help. It’s really just a hypothesis on the evolution of man’s mind and his current state. Then describe an experiment?”
“Yup. But there’s an extra question sheet on the back and an essay that he wants us to write too.”
Yami mimed shooting himself.
“It’s easy, c’mere.” She took him by the hand absent-mindedly and led him to the kitchen where her freshly completed Bio homework lay on the table. “Looky.”
Yami examined the page full of writing for a moment. “Nope,” he finally said. “I don’t get it.” He looked up at her. “Tell you what. I’ll come over tomorrow, that is, Saturday, and take a better look at this, eh?”
“It’s already Saturday,” Eri, who had come over to the table to join them, pointed out. She placed the pizza on the table.
“True.”
“Uh, Yami, I don’t think tomorrow/today’s gonna work out. I have to go to Chicago to visit my aunt and uncle. The only time you could really come over is… now.”
Yami pondered this for a moment. “Okay.”
A grin spread across Kia’s face. “Cool.”
“Is that okay with your parents?”
“My dad’s not even in the country to begin with. Besides, he wouldn’t care unless we have hot, sweaty sex on the living room floor.” (Oh the irony…)
Pandora immediately started chanting, “Do it, do it, do it, do it…” and was joined by Amunet in a moment.
Kia’s face was a light shade of pink, but she admirably kept her cool. “Shut up guys.”
“I’ll just go back to my house for a second to get my Bio. Be back in fifteen minutes.”
When he shut the door, Kia gave a sigh and pouted.
Eri threw her a dirty look. “Bullshit. You’re not going to Chicago until Sunday.”
Kia smiled mischievously. “That’s almost right. Only a day off.” She looked at the door longingly. “Hope he’s back soon.”
“OOOOOOOOOOOO, Kia has a crushy-wush!” squealed Amunet gleefully.
“I do not! Shut up!”
“I don’t see you inviting any other boys over here at twenty till four in the morning!”
“…I thought I told you to shut up.”
“Haha, and you said you didn’t want to get laid before you were married-“
Amunet’s sentence was cut off by Kia taking a flying leap and tackling her to the ground. Baring her teeth, she stared beating her friend to a pulp. Pandora rolled her eyes and sat down at the computer once more to resume typing. Eri quickly excused herself and ran up to the bathroom, though, of course, all she wanted to do was hang over the banister and laugh at them both, safely out of Kia’s range.
She was mashing her friend/victim to a pulpy mess when the doorbell rang. Kia gave a happy squeak and ran to the door, throwing it open exuberantly. “HI!”
The person on the other side sweatdropped. “…Hi…”
Kia winced. “Oh. Hi Ryou. What’s up?”
Her neighbor tugged at a lock of silvery hair. “Um, I just wanted to tell you that you’re getting a bit loud.”
“SORRY!” yelled Amunet from the kitchen.
“Case in point…” muttered Ryou. “But that doesn’t really bother me; I just thought I’d also remind you that your dancing in random and occasionally provocative dances is visible from the window-”
“Well, that was the only place we had enough space-“
“Straight in the line of sight from Mr. O’Phile’s window.”
Silence reigned for a moment.
“Aw, shit.”
Eri came down the stairs. “Wha…?” Her voice trailed off as warm brown eyes looked up to her, and she stopped in her tracks.
“Oh, hello,” said the boy. “It’s me, Ryou. I met you a couple times.”
The brunette smiled. “I’m Eri. I remember you.” Oh did she ever…
Kia started to say, “Anyway, Ryou was saying-“ Suddenly her eyes widened and she stopped speaking.
“What?” asked Eri.
Kia failed to answer. A dark figure was walking to them through the conveniently temporary fog. He was also walking toward them from the direction of Mr. O’Phile’s house.
Kia squeaked shrilly and grabbed Ryou by the neck of his sweater, throwing him into the house. Quickly deadbolting the door, she plastered her back against it and panted. “Haha. Maybe you’d better wait here.” She looked through the window on the top of her door and saw that he had stopped, and returned the O’Phile house lawn. He started picking through the garden, humming tunelessly.
Kia blew a bang out of her face. “Shoot. You have to stay here until he leaves. There’re some scary rumors surrounding him.”
Eri grinned happily and came down the stairs. “So which house do you live in?”
Ryou motioned at the brick house two doors down from them. “Right next to Mr. O'Phile’s house.”
“Hm. Do you think he’s Irish?”
Kia muttered something about ‘Satanic,’ then squeed gleefully as she saw headlights pull into the driveway.
“YAMI’S HERE!”
Pandora and Amunet immediately bolted to the door; faces set to derive as much pleasure out of teasing their friend as humanely possible. More even.
A knock on the door sounded, and Kia pulled it open, grinning broadly.
Unfortunately, though Yami was there, Mr. O'Phile was there as well. And he was grinning in a very frightening manner.
“Hello girls.”
It was all that they could do to keep from screaming. Finally Kia choked out, “Hello, Mr. O'Phile, how are you today?”
“Please, call me Ped, dear,” he said, giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder.
Yami’s eyes narrowed. “I would ask that you keep your hands off of my girlfriend, sir.”
O'Phile grimaced. “I’m sorry.” He turned to the others. “So how are you doing, sweets?”
Eri quickly retreated behind Ryou. “Fine,” came the muffled answer.
This left Amunet and Pandora to fend for themselves. Of these, Amunet had a more hapless look, thus he made a beeline toward her. “Hellooo. What’s your name?”
Amunet blinked, not used to being treated so enthusiastically. “Amunet… Why?”
“I would love to know the name of a beautiful young flower such as yourself.”
Even Amunet sensed something was wrong. Here she was, a skinny, big-assed, minimally endowed, curly-tangled-mud-brown-haired, big-nosed, myopic, crooked-toothed, short-fingered, naïve, gullible, clueless, hormonal, beaten-up teenager, and here was some scary man hitting on her. Not so believable.
“Excuse me, sir, you’re sure your talking to me?” she asked in a puzzled voice.
“Yes, sweet.”
At this Pandora gave a cough that sounded somewhat scornful.
Just then a car screeched and loud swearing filled the air.
Everyone sprinted to the window and looked out. A limo had broken down right in front of Kia’s house. A tall, trench-coated figure was standing outside it, arguing, it seemed, with the driver. Finally he shouted something and stomped to their door. The doorbell echoed through the house.
“I GOT IT!” squealed Amunet rushing to the door and swinging it open.
And there, framed in the doorway, stood the one and only Seto Kaiba.
“Good morning,” chirped… Pandora? Everyone almost fell over. Pan wasn’t the chirpy type.
“Riiight…” said Kia nervously. “I’m guessing that your car broke down. And your cell phone’s batteries are dead.”
Kaiba glowered. “Yes. I would like to use your phone please.”
Kia shrugged. “Sure. What the hell ya doin’ out at four in the morning, if I might be so impudent to ask.”
“None of your business. Where’s your phone?”
Kia handed him her cell. “Just make it quick.”
He quickly dialed a number and pressed the phone to his ear, while everyone looked on at the well-known junior.
“Hello? Yes, this is Kaiba. It’s none of your business why the caller ID says Kia Oman. Listen, I need another limo. What do you mean there are none left?”
Everyone winced.
“Well, then am I supposed to just… just beg for a place to spend the night?”
Pandora’s eyes gleamed. She tugged on Kia’s shirt sleeve, and whispered something into her ear. Kia thought for a moment, then returned the whisper.
“Eh, Seto-kun?” asked Pandora timidly when he hung up, his expression stormy.
“Kaiba,” he corrected.
“I thought since… Elementary school… No? Alright, Kaiba-kun,” she said. “Kia-chan offers to let you spend the night here. And your chauffeur’s welcome to stay as well.”
Kaiba frowned. “Why?”
“Because…” Pandora anxiously toyed with a strand of her long, wavy brown hair. “Because it’s the nice, humane thing to do?”
“Hmph. Well, I suppose that would work. Wait a moment, I’ll get Orochimaru.” He exited, and Pandora smiled.
“He’s staying!”
Amunet grinned wickedly. “Who’s the virgin sacrifice now, eh, Pan?”
“Shut up,” replied Pandora, giving a reddened glower.
Amunet was stopped from a snide answer by a hyper, infectious tune emitting from her hoodie pocket. She immediately started nodding her head to the tune and flipped open her cell phone while humming.
“Brock texted me,” she said. “I’m at Mom’s; are you awake?” she read out loud. “~Brock”
“Yeah,” she said slowly as she typed back quickly. “I’m at Kia’s. I’ll sign on in a minute. ~Amunet”
“Right,” she said, snapping her phone shut. “I gotta go.”
“Off to offer yourself as a-“Pandora started.
“STOP!” she shrieked, running for the safety of her nest of blankets and the laptop. Signing onto AIM, she typed out “Everyone hates me!’ to Brock, and thus began a conversation.
“OH SHAIS!” Pandora screeched. “My RP! I left Dante hanging!” She rushed to the computer and started typing madly. After a moment, she leaned back and gave a sigh of relief. “He left. Something about a car breaking down. He’s supposed to be back soon.”
“Right…” Kia turned to Mr. O’Phile. “Thank you, sir, for your visit. Is there a reason you’re here?”
He flicked back a few strands of ridiculously long silver hair. “I was just here to check on you. Just to protect you, since I saw a strange car in the driveway. And I told you to call me Ped,” he added, stroking her hair. “We wouldn’t want you to get hurt, hmm, sweet?” he whispered, lips mere centimeters from her ear. Kia’s eyes slightly resembled frightened sapphire basketballs at this point.
Yami growled. “Listen, O'Phile, if you lay one hand on her, I swear I’ll kill you.”
A fight was prevented by Kaiba returning with a long-black-haired man. “This is Orochimaru,” he said curtly.
O'Phile’s eyes widened. “Oro! It’s been so long!” He grasped the man in a hug.
“Yes, Ped. Too long.”
O'Phile broke free of the hug and said, “I haven’t seen you since…” He glanced around. “A long time.” (SINCE YOU WENT GANG RAPING TOGETHER)
“Let’s go over to my place, eh? We have some catching up to do,” suggested O'Phile.
“Of course,” said Orochimaru. He turned to Kia. “I shall not need lodgings tonight, darling. Thank you all the same.” He blew a kiss to her, and left with O'Phile.
Yami was livid. “Bloody hell! Is this the Annual Rapists’ Convention HQ or something?”
“Come on,” said Kia, taking him by the hand and gently leading him to the kitchen table. “Let’s do that Bio…”
Kaiba sat at the other end of the table, sullenly typing on his laptop.
The next hour was spent doing biology. As they leaned back in their chairs, at 5 AM, they eyed each other in exhaustion.
“KIA!” Amunet’s voice drifted in from the living room. “CAN BROCK COME OVER?”
Kia mumbled something incoherent that sounded something like sure, so Amunet promptly invited him over via AIM. Three minutes later he was at their door, and Amunet escorted him to the laptop. They then sat in her Nest and surfed.
“YAY!” Pandora squealed. “He thinks my writing’s good! He’s the best Dante I’ve RPed with for years!” Yami and Kia gave attempts at being enthusiastic, but managed to fail miserably.
“Where’s Eri? And Ryou for that matter?” asked Pandora suddenly, looking around.
As a matter of fact, Eri and Ryou were playing Guitar Hero II in the living room, alongside the Nest.
She's a dwelling place for demons.
She's a cage for every unclean spirit,
Every filthy bird and makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings.
Fallen now is Babylon the Great.
Eri’s sweet voice slipped through the air as she sang along to the GH song playing, matching its fast series of notes perfectly. Next to her Ryou grinned. The fact that someone could play and sing at the same time with such expertise was surprising.
“Yes! Another stupendous win for Eri!” Eri pumped her fist into the air. Amunet applauded absent-mindedly, more interested in the tanned, spiky-dark-haired male next to her.
“Nice job, madam,” Ryou said in a stuffy voice, taking her hand and shaking it. He then brought it to his lips and kissed it softly. (SQUEE)
Eri froze. She then tentatively rested her head on his shoulder, and smiled.
This did not escape Amunet’s keen affection radar. “AWWW! ERI AND RYOU! THEY’RE GETTING ALL FLUFFY!”
Eri blushed, but Ryou grinned. “Am I displaying too much public affection?”
“No,” Amunet smirked. “I’d love to see it though.”
“Alright.”
Next thing Eri knew, she was wrapped up in Ryou’s arms, lips trapped in a deep kiss. When she finally ran out of air, she pulled back. However, their physical connection was renewed in a moment when Ryou pounced on her again. This time she let herself be drawn in and failed to notice the look of incredulity on her friend’s face.
“EUW! ERI AND RYOU ARE MAKING OUT! GO FIND A ROOM OR SOMETHING!”
Kia gave a faint smile. “Ha. Knew that would happen.” Her eyelids began to close, and she said, “Yami?”
“Yeah?”
Kia took a blanket and cocooned herself in it. “Well, earlier you told Mr. O’Phile that you were my boyfriend. Why?”
“To protect you, of course,” he said. “I’ll always protect you.”
Kia felt warmth flare up in her stomach. Smiling, her eyelids slowly drooped and she fell asleep.
Yami smiled, and picked her up. “Geez, you don’t weigh more than a feather,” he chuckled. The blonde mumbled something unintelligible, and Yami smirked. Carrying her over to the couch, he sat down, the soft bundle in his arms.
“Goodnight,” she murmured, already asleep.
He laid his cheek against hers. “Good night, starlet.” (FLUFFY!!!)
Amunet looked at them and choked. Ryou and Eri were entwined in the Armchair of Nuzzles, and here were Kia and Yami asleep on the couch in a very compromising position. Geez, all we needed was Pandora and Kaiba to get together, and they’d have a house full of love and sappiness.
Except that you and Brock would have to hook up. Wouldn’t that be nice?
Amunet shifted. “Uh, Brock? I’ll be right back. I need some water.” She was unusually warm…
Going to the sink, she poked her head around the doorway to see what Pandora was doing.
The said brunette was hunched over the keyboard of the computer in a feverish frenzy of yaoi. She finally sat back in the chair.
“Oh, hi ‘Net,” she said. They heard the clacking of Kaiba’s laptop keyboard start up. “I’m RPing some DantexVirgil. It’s pretty happy. We started a new one. Wanna read?”
Amunet obligingly leaned over and read the first post, compliments of Pandora.
Dante had strode in, all cocky smirks and casual attitude and blind confidence, bothering his brother when all he wanted was two damn minutes of fucking peace. But no. His demented twin had decided to swagger his leather-bound ass right into the Demon World to pay his dear brother a visit.
Oh, the joys of family reunions.
Heaving a weary, tired sigh, Vergil set down his book and glared coolly up at the platinum-haired man standing across the room.
"Good evening, Dante."
((OOC: Any good? And why’re you awake at this hour? I thought I was the only one that crazy…))>
“Nice,” said Amunet. “I hate you, person who can write.” She went off to sulk (with Brock! ^+^), leaving Pandora to await the arrival of the next response. Oh well. At least she had a swivelly chair. She derived a great amount of enjoyment out of spinning in circles on these things.
After about ten minutes, the reply appeared.
<"Hiya, Verge." The younger twin sat himself into an armchair, reclining lazily and stretching, resting his muddy, blood-stained boots on Vergil's coffee table. He snickered when his brother winced and involuntarily twitched one eye. Vergil always did have a problem regarding messes, after all. He'd have to be sure to track mud all along the spotless, shiny floor before he left.
Making sure that his coat was hanging completely open, Dante yawned expansively and cocked his head to the side, grinning at the half-devil.
"Miss me?" He inquired, throwing his hands behind his head. But apparently, Vergil was in rare form tonight, because no response was forthcoming. He was in full icy, aloof bastard mode, determined to ignore all his brother's attempts at conversation, and it was damn irritating. Because Vergil was very, very good at that.
"Vergil. Talk to me, you son of a bitch." Dante snapped, glaring sullenly at the other man.
((OOC: Your Vergil’s very good. And I’m up at this hour because my car broke down and I have to stay at some peoples’ house overnight. I’m not going to sleep at all, since they seem to be at least half cracked… Anyway, are you really just that much of a yaoi fangirl?))>
Kelsey grinned. Yup.
<"And what is there to talk about, Brother?" Vergil snapped in turn, standing. Book in hand, he walked over to where Dante was sitting and used his book to smack the booted feet that were contaminating his table. It had taken him three hours to clean that table, and now Dante was ruining it. It would take another three hours, probably more, to clean it again. Frowning with disdain at his brother, the older twin folded his arms across his chest.
"I hope there's an actual purpose for this visit. You waste my time and try my patience, as usual."
((OOC: I most certainly am. Sucks about your car. There’s actually a sort of similar situation going on at my friends house, where I’m sleeping over. The guy whose luck ran out’s kinda cute. *Wink* He’s an ass though. All he does is bloody sit there and type on his laptop. Anyway, hurry up! Your Dante’s so great!))
Kaiba brought his hand to his forehead. So… Vergil=that scary girl that was sitting at the desk in the room around the corner. Damn. She was completely cracked. She did, however, write a bad-assed Vergil. And… she thought he was cute? Well, she wasn’t too unattract-That was the last thing he needed.
<"What is there to talk about?" Dante repeated incredulously, gaping up at his brother. He stood so that their chests were barely inches apart, and he growled low in his throat. They only had a couple years to catch up on, and here was Vergil, acting like there had been absolutely nothing between them.
"There's a fucking lot to talk about, Verge. Stop acting like a heartless bastard. I'm your brother, Goddamnit, and I love you, so pull your head out of your ass and pay attention to me!" Dante shoved Vergil backwards onto the couch, needily pressing their lips together for the first time since they were teenagers. God, it had been too long since they'd last done this, too long since Dante had felt the smooth caress of his brother's hands on his skin, and he was desperate, hungry for it. Purring low in his throat, the younger son of Sparda nibbled at Vergil's lower lip, running his fingers along the white-haired man's chest.
((OOC: That wasn’t so good. Bad smut. Anyway, Pandora, I think I might turn in soon. There’re approximately two couples making out in the living room next to me, and another pair sitting in a nest. Maybe they have room upstairs…))>
Pandora froze for a moment. How’d he know her name?
She quickly read through all her previous entries. Nowhere did she state her name.
Then it hit her with the subtlety of a sack of spiked bricks dropped off of the Eiffel tower.
Bad-ass Dante writer=Seto Kaiba
Her situation=Very Deep Shit
She slowly got up and walked in a trance-like state to the kitchen where he was sitting at the table, an amused smirk on his face.
“Hello, Seto-kun,” she said quietly.
He simply raised an eyebrow.
Her voice faltered. “Good night, Seto-kun,” she said quietly, and lay down on her gray blanket on the living room floor.
A few minutes passed.
It was too warm in the living room. She got up and walked to the front door. Opening it, she felt a cool breeze on her face and gave a sigh of relief. She placed her arm against the doorframe and leaned her head against it in a tired and dejected manner.
“Are you alright?” came a ridiculously gay-sounding voice. She felt an arm around her shoulders.
She reeled backward. “HOLY SHIT! Don’t do that!” She then saw that it was a gray-haired stranger with a golden eye.
“And who the hell are you?”
“I, my dear, am Maximilian Pegasus. He made a ridiculous bow and added, “But a pretty girl such as yourself only has to call me Maxie.”
She eyed him warily. “Why are you in my friend’s front yard at six in the morning?”
“I was attempting to locate my friend, Ped’s, house. You wouldn’t happen to know, would you, pumpkin?”
Pan edged away. Heaven forbid another friend of Ped’s…
“He lives in that cream colored house next door, next to the brick one,” she said brusquely. “Now beat it.”
“Oh, pumpkin, I was just trying to be… friendly,” he said in an injured voice. His golden eye gleamed eerily.
“Yeah. Riiiight. Well, glad I could help,” she said. She then quickly entered and slammed the door to make sure her subtle message would get across.
Yami and Kaiba appeared at her side. “Who was that?” asked Kaiba suspiciously. “And why’d he have his arm around you?” And why do I care?
“Some scary guy. A friend of O'Phile’s apparently.”
Yami growled. “I swear… if I ever get my hands around his neck I will kill him.”
Kia appeared there, blinking blearily. “What happened? And why are you cracking your knuckles, Yami?”
“No reason,” he said, quickly stopping. “You look cold.” He slung a strong arm around her. “You okay?”
Kia was not cold after that.
BZING! Amunet’s affection radar went to overdrive as she zoomed to the scene, closely followed by a bemused Brock.
“EEEEEEEEEE!” Her face scrunched up in a frenzy of ecstasy. “You’re so cute together!”
Much in the way of sweatdropping.
Of course, there was a predictable knock at the door, because that’s the author’s escape hatch for awkward moments. Yami scowled.
“I’LL GET IT!” squealed Amunet. She opened the door to reveal a dark-robed figure.
“Hello, I’m Vexen,” he said with a glimmering smile and a flourishing bow. “How are you, pretty ones?”
Everyone’s reaction could be summed up in the statement, “…”
Vexen noticed this thick silence and decided to change the subject. “Do any of you know where I might find the Annual Rapists’ Convention HQ?”
Eri and Ryou peered around the doorway long enough to see Yami land a punch in Vexen’s face. Vexen staggered backward.
“I’ve had enough of you child molesters!”
Amunet cut in cheerfully. “Well, there’s a scary man named Mr. O'Phile that lives in that house by the brick one. You could try there.”
Vexen glanced over a swollen cheek at the paper in his hand. “281 Sherwood? Yes, I believe that’s it.”
Kaiba brought a hand to his forehead. “You had the address the whole time?”
“Well, yes, but because of…” He surveyed Eri’s short shorts and long legs. “Certain things, I thought the address might be erroneous.”
This earned another slug from Yami. “BAKA! Do we look like child molesters to you? NO!” The dog started barking upstairs.
“I’ll just… I’m afraid I couldn’t stay, lovey,” he said sadly to Eri. “Maybe some other time…?” Ryou bared his teeth at him and hugged Eri in a protective stance. “No? I could…”
Mingus the dog crashed down from upstairs and leapt into Amunet’s arms.
She squeaked gleefully and kissed his nose. “Hey, love!”
Everyone edged away, except Vexen who used the distraction to get closer to Eri. Mingus wagged his tail, but then he noticed the intruder. He leapt at Vexen, snarling.
Vexen backed away. “Nice doggy…”
“GOOD DOGGY!” Eri shouted, her voice muffled by Ryou’s arms.
“Right. Bye, lovey.” He raced out of the door.
Eri was shuddering in Ryou’s arms.
“Who votes for going to bed?” said Kia groggily.
TO BE CONTINUES IN THE NEXT POST BECAUSE LJ IS AN ASSCOOKIE AND MADE ME DO IT IN TWO PARTS
Ooowee. That was long. Well, you can comment, if you like. Or tell yourself you'll read it later, and never look at it again. Whichever. But, enjoy, for those of you who must be immensely bored!
~Amunet 8D
Amunet glared at the warm laptop on her lap. “WRITERS’ BLOCK!” she finally screamed.
Kia jumped from her hunched over position on the wooden coffee table. She hissed, seeing that her up till now perfect score in Guitar Hero II was going down the tubes. Eri gave a triumphant “HA!” and used her opponent’s distraction as a means to increase her own score. Pandora simply continued her typing in an unperturbed manner, pausing only to take a sip of her Coke.
Amunet’s glare now shifted to Pandora. “How come you can type?” she whined. “My brain randomly decided to stop functioning!”
“Naw,” said Kia, feigning a look of surprise. “You actually have a brain?” She was, needless to say, still sore about her distraction.
This earned her a scowl from Amunet’s direction and a smirk from Eri.
“But, anyway, to continue with my horrible whiny philippic, my muse has died! A horrible painful death! She might someday resurrect, but it’s not going to be in the immediate future. And it’s definitely not going to be soon enough to win that bet against Brock.” She wrung her hands. “This isn’t good.”
“What d’you owe him if you lose?” asked Kia.
Amunet sighed. “It’s a long complicated story, but I basically need to find him a girlfriend.”
“What do you need to do?” Eri asked, bemused.
I need to write a story about a… an anything, really. But nothing completely random, nor a fanfic. IT’S NOT POSSIBLE!” she added in a wail.
“So you have to find a girlfriend for Brock.” A smirk lit up Pandora’s face. “Couldn’t you just offer yourself as virgin sacrifice to his strong, capable-“
Everyone howled and covered their ears.
When Amunet’s reddened face emerged from her hidey-hole, she said, “Now, Pan, that’s not exactly appropriate-“
“To hell with appropriate; it’s half past three in the morning,” came the eloquent reply. “And you know you wouldn’t mind.”
“Hey, I do believe that your face matches your glasses,” remarked Eri, nodding at the cranberry half-frames perched upon Amunet’s nose. This, of course, made Amunet’s face turn a deeper scarlet.
Luckily for her pride, the doorbell rang.
“PIZZA!” squealed the four girls in a frightening unison. They charged at the door, alarming the spiky-haired pizza man standing there.
“HI MISTER PIZZA MAN!” yelled Amunet exuberantly. The man’s crimson eyes betrayed a serious fright, and the rest of her friends sweat dropped.
“Uh, why don’t you just go get the pizza money, aye?” asked Pandora.
“Okay!” came the chirpy answer. A minute later a thud, OW emitted from the kitchen. “I don’t think your table likes me! It hit me and hid the money!”
Eri took pity on the poor girl and went to help her. This left Kia and Pandora in an awkward silence with the stranger.
“So… uh…” Kia cast her eyes around for a conversation topic, and they fell upon his nametag. “Your name’s Yami, eh?”
He gave a small nod. “It’s Egyptian, like my dad. Yours?”
“I’m Kia, and this is Pandora. So you’re working a night shift, eh?” His eyes were very pretty… Almost like rubies…
“Yeah, but it’s almost over. In fact,-“he glanced at his watch”-it’s over now.”
“That’s cool…”
More awkward silence followed. Pandora, who was usually particularly helpful in these kinds of situations, was strangely silent, looking between her friend and the pizza boy. Hmmm...
Kia blushed momentarily as she saw her friend’s inquisitive look, but continues to make lame conversation. “So, uh, d’you go to the high school?”
“Yeah, I’m a sophomore.”
“Oh. We’re freshman there. Isn’t what they did to the cafeteria horrible? I mean, purple and orange don’t help my digestion, especially when all over the walls.”
Yami nodded once more. “And the tacky, plastic arm chairs they put in? They were funny for a day, and now they’re just embarrassing.”
Having finally found a suitable conversation topic, they continued to slander school for several moments.
Amunet and Eri finally returned, having, according to Amunet, fought a vicious battle with space aliens and grapefruits to retrieve it and save the world as they were doing this.
“Are you in Adv. Biology?” asked Kia, taking the money from Eri, who had wrestled it from Amunet, as it was not safe in said hands.
“Yeah, with Z? Lord I hate that class.” He extended his hand. “$16.49, please.”
Kia forked over the cash. “He’s a psychotic bitch. That homework he gave us was a-“
“Not in front of the children, Kia!” said Amunet.
“…There are no children here…”
“Oh yeah, good point. Cuss away then.”
“But it drove me up the wall anyway. It took me almost two hours to finish it.”
Yami goggled. “You actually understood it?”
Kia grinned bashfully. “Yeah… Even though ‘Net helped me a lot.” She glanced in the direction of her curly-haired friend. “She does show an aptitude for bitchy subjects.”
Yami grinned. “Is she one of those people that are actually smart deep down inside and are too dumb to realize it?”
“Pretty much. So, d’you want some help with that homework?”
“Would you? None of my friends are in that class, so I can’t go to them for help. It’s really just a hypothesis on the evolution of man’s mind and his current state. Then describe an experiment?”
“Yup. But there’s an extra question sheet on the back and an essay that he wants us to write too.”
Yami mimed shooting himself.
“It’s easy, c’mere.” She took him by the hand absent-mindedly and led him to the kitchen where her freshly completed Bio homework lay on the table. “Looky.”
Yami examined the page full of writing for a moment. “Nope,” he finally said. “I don’t get it.” He looked up at her. “Tell you what. I’ll come over tomorrow, that is, Saturday, and take a better look at this, eh?”
“It’s already Saturday,” Eri, who had come over to the table to join them, pointed out. She placed the pizza on the table.
“True.”
“Uh, Yami, I don’t think tomorrow/today’s gonna work out. I have to go to Chicago to visit my aunt and uncle. The only time you could really come over is… now.”
Yami pondered this for a moment. “Okay.”
A grin spread across Kia’s face. “Cool.”
“Is that okay with your parents?”
“My dad’s not even in the country to begin with. Besides, he wouldn’t care unless we have hot, sweaty sex on the living room floor.” (Oh the irony…)
Pandora immediately started chanting, “Do it, do it, do it, do it…” and was joined by Amunet in a moment.
Kia’s face was a light shade of pink, but she admirably kept her cool. “Shut up guys.”
“I’ll just go back to my house for a second to get my Bio. Be back in fifteen minutes.”
When he shut the door, Kia gave a sigh and pouted.
Eri threw her a dirty look. “Bullshit. You’re not going to Chicago until Sunday.”
Kia smiled mischievously. “That’s almost right. Only a day off.” She looked at the door longingly. “Hope he’s back soon.”
“OOOOOOOOOOOO, Kia has a crushy-wush!” squealed Amunet gleefully.
“I do not! Shut up!”
“I don’t see you inviting any other boys over here at twenty till four in the morning!”
“…I thought I told you to shut up.”
“Haha, and you said you didn’t want to get laid before you were married-“
Amunet’s sentence was cut off by Kia taking a flying leap and tackling her to the ground. Baring her teeth, she stared beating her friend to a pulp. Pandora rolled her eyes and sat down at the computer once more to resume typing. Eri quickly excused herself and ran up to the bathroom, though, of course, all she wanted to do was hang over the banister and laugh at them both, safely out of Kia’s range.
She was mashing her friend/victim to a pulpy mess when the doorbell rang. Kia gave a happy squeak and ran to the door, throwing it open exuberantly. “HI!”
The person on the other side sweatdropped. “…Hi…”
Kia winced. “Oh. Hi Ryou. What’s up?”
Her neighbor tugged at a lock of silvery hair. “Um, I just wanted to tell you that you’re getting a bit loud.”
“SORRY!” yelled Amunet from the kitchen.
“Case in point…” muttered Ryou. “But that doesn’t really bother me; I just thought I’d also remind you that your dancing in random and occasionally provocative dances is visible from the window-”
“Well, that was the only place we had enough space-“
“Straight in the line of sight from Mr. O’Phile’s window.”
Silence reigned for a moment.
“Aw, shit.”
Eri came down the stairs. “Wha…?” Her voice trailed off as warm brown eyes looked up to her, and she stopped in her tracks.
“Oh, hello,” said the boy. “It’s me, Ryou. I met you a couple times.”
The brunette smiled. “I’m Eri. I remember you.” Oh did she ever…
Kia started to say, “Anyway, Ryou was saying-“ Suddenly her eyes widened and she stopped speaking.
“What?” asked Eri.
Kia failed to answer. A dark figure was walking to them through the conveniently temporary fog. He was also walking toward them from the direction of Mr. O’Phile’s house.
Kia squeaked shrilly and grabbed Ryou by the neck of his sweater, throwing him into the house. Quickly deadbolting the door, she plastered her back against it and panted. “Haha. Maybe you’d better wait here.” She looked through the window on the top of her door and saw that he had stopped, and returned the O’Phile house lawn. He started picking through the garden, humming tunelessly.
Kia blew a bang out of her face. “Shoot. You have to stay here until he leaves. There’re some scary rumors surrounding him.”
Eri grinned happily and came down the stairs. “So which house do you live in?”
Ryou motioned at the brick house two doors down from them. “Right next to Mr. O'Phile’s house.”
“Hm. Do you think he’s Irish?”
Kia muttered something about ‘Satanic,’ then squeed gleefully as she saw headlights pull into the driveway.
“YAMI’S HERE!”
Pandora and Amunet immediately bolted to the door; faces set to derive as much pleasure out of teasing their friend as humanely possible. More even.
A knock on the door sounded, and Kia pulled it open, grinning broadly.
Unfortunately, though Yami was there, Mr. O'Phile was there as well. And he was grinning in a very frightening manner.
“Hello girls.”
It was all that they could do to keep from screaming. Finally Kia choked out, “Hello, Mr. O'Phile, how are you today?”
“Please, call me Ped, dear,” he said, giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder.
Yami’s eyes narrowed. “I would ask that you keep your hands off of my girlfriend, sir.”
O'Phile grimaced. “I’m sorry.” He turned to the others. “So how are you doing, sweets?”
Eri quickly retreated behind Ryou. “Fine,” came the muffled answer.
This left Amunet and Pandora to fend for themselves. Of these, Amunet had a more hapless look, thus he made a beeline toward her. “Hellooo. What’s your name?”
Amunet blinked, not used to being treated so enthusiastically. “Amunet… Why?”
“I would love to know the name of a beautiful young flower such as yourself.”
Even Amunet sensed something was wrong. Here she was, a skinny, big-assed, minimally endowed, curly-tangled-mud-brown-haired, big-nosed, myopic, crooked-toothed, short-fingered, naïve, gullible, clueless, hormonal, beaten-up teenager, and here was some scary man hitting on her. Not so believable.
“Excuse me, sir, you’re sure your talking to me?” she asked in a puzzled voice.
“Yes, sweet.”
At this Pandora gave a cough that sounded somewhat scornful.
Just then a car screeched and loud swearing filled the air.
Everyone sprinted to the window and looked out. A limo had broken down right in front of Kia’s house. A tall, trench-coated figure was standing outside it, arguing, it seemed, with the driver. Finally he shouted something and stomped to their door. The doorbell echoed through the house.
“I GOT IT!” squealed Amunet rushing to the door and swinging it open.
And there, framed in the doorway, stood the one and only Seto Kaiba.
“Good morning,” chirped… Pandora? Everyone almost fell over. Pan wasn’t the chirpy type.
“Riiight…” said Kia nervously. “I’m guessing that your car broke down. And your cell phone’s batteries are dead.”
Kaiba glowered. “Yes. I would like to use your phone please.”
Kia shrugged. “Sure. What the hell ya doin’ out at four in the morning, if I might be so impudent to ask.”
“None of your business. Where’s your phone?”
Kia handed him her cell. “Just make it quick.”
He quickly dialed a number and pressed the phone to his ear, while everyone looked on at the well-known junior.
“Hello? Yes, this is Kaiba. It’s none of your business why the caller ID says Kia Oman. Listen, I need another limo. What do you mean there are none left?”
Everyone winced.
“Well, then am I supposed to just… just beg for a place to spend the night?”
Pandora’s eyes gleamed. She tugged on Kia’s shirt sleeve, and whispered something into her ear. Kia thought for a moment, then returned the whisper.
“Eh, Seto-kun?” asked Pandora timidly when he hung up, his expression stormy.
“Kaiba,” he corrected.
“I thought since… Elementary school… No? Alright, Kaiba-kun,” she said. “Kia-chan offers to let you spend the night here. And your chauffeur’s welcome to stay as well.”
Kaiba frowned. “Why?”
“Because…” Pandora anxiously toyed with a strand of her long, wavy brown hair. “Because it’s the nice, humane thing to do?”
“Hmph. Well, I suppose that would work. Wait a moment, I’ll get Orochimaru.” He exited, and Pandora smiled.
“He’s staying!”
Amunet grinned wickedly. “Who’s the virgin sacrifice now, eh, Pan?”
“Shut up,” replied Pandora, giving a reddened glower.
Amunet was stopped from a snide answer by a hyper, infectious tune emitting from her hoodie pocket. She immediately started nodding her head to the tune and flipped open her cell phone while humming.
“Brock texted me,” she said. “I’m at Mom’s; are you awake?” she read out loud. “~Brock”
“Yeah,” she said slowly as she typed back quickly. “I’m at Kia’s. I’ll sign on in a minute. ~Amunet”
“Right,” she said, snapping her phone shut. “I gotta go.”
“Off to offer yourself as a-“Pandora started.
“STOP!” she shrieked, running for the safety of her nest of blankets and the laptop. Signing onto AIM, she typed out “Everyone hates me!’ to Brock, and thus began a conversation.
“OH SHAIS!” Pandora screeched. “My RP! I left Dante hanging!” She rushed to the computer and started typing madly. After a moment, she leaned back and gave a sigh of relief. “He left. Something about a car breaking down. He’s supposed to be back soon.”
“Right…” Kia turned to Mr. O’Phile. “Thank you, sir, for your visit. Is there a reason you’re here?”
He flicked back a few strands of ridiculously long silver hair. “I was just here to check on you. Just to protect you, since I saw a strange car in the driveway. And I told you to call me Ped,” he added, stroking her hair. “We wouldn’t want you to get hurt, hmm, sweet?” he whispered, lips mere centimeters from her ear. Kia’s eyes slightly resembled frightened sapphire basketballs at this point.
Yami growled. “Listen, O'Phile, if you lay one hand on her, I swear I’ll kill you.”
A fight was prevented by Kaiba returning with a long-black-haired man. “This is Orochimaru,” he said curtly.
O'Phile’s eyes widened. “Oro! It’s been so long!” He grasped the man in a hug.
“Yes, Ped. Too long.”
O'Phile broke free of the hug and said, “I haven’t seen you since…” He glanced around. “A long time.” (SINCE YOU WENT GANG RAPING TOGETHER)
“Let’s go over to my place, eh? We have some catching up to do,” suggested O'Phile.
“Of course,” said Orochimaru. He turned to Kia. “I shall not need lodgings tonight, darling. Thank you all the same.” He blew a kiss to her, and left with O'Phile.
Yami was livid. “Bloody hell! Is this the Annual Rapists’ Convention HQ or something?”
“Come on,” said Kia, taking him by the hand and gently leading him to the kitchen table. “Let’s do that Bio…”
Kaiba sat at the other end of the table, sullenly typing on his laptop.
The next hour was spent doing biology. As they leaned back in their chairs, at 5 AM, they eyed each other in exhaustion.
“KIA!” Amunet’s voice drifted in from the living room. “CAN BROCK COME OVER?”
Kia mumbled something incoherent that sounded something like sure, so Amunet promptly invited him over via AIM. Three minutes later he was at their door, and Amunet escorted him to the laptop. They then sat in her Nest and surfed.
“YAY!” Pandora squealed. “He thinks my writing’s good! He’s the best Dante I’ve RPed with for years!” Yami and Kia gave attempts at being enthusiastic, but managed to fail miserably.
“Where’s Eri? And Ryou for that matter?” asked Pandora suddenly, looking around.
As a matter of fact, Eri and Ryou were playing Guitar Hero II in the living room, alongside the Nest.
She's a dwelling place for demons.
She's a cage for every unclean spirit,
Every filthy bird and makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings.
Fallen now is Babylon the Great.
Eri’s sweet voice slipped through the air as she sang along to the GH song playing, matching its fast series of notes perfectly. Next to her Ryou grinned. The fact that someone could play and sing at the same time with such expertise was surprising.
“Yes! Another stupendous win for Eri!” Eri pumped her fist into the air. Amunet applauded absent-mindedly, more interested in the tanned, spiky-dark-haired male next to her.
“Nice job, madam,” Ryou said in a stuffy voice, taking her hand and shaking it. He then brought it to his lips and kissed it softly. (SQUEE)
Eri froze. She then tentatively rested her head on his shoulder, and smiled.
This did not escape Amunet’s keen affection radar. “AWWW! ERI AND RYOU! THEY’RE GETTING ALL FLUFFY!”
Eri blushed, but Ryou grinned. “Am I displaying too much public affection?”
“No,” Amunet smirked. “I’d love to see it though.”
“Alright.”
Next thing Eri knew, she was wrapped up in Ryou’s arms, lips trapped in a deep kiss. When she finally ran out of air, she pulled back. However, their physical connection was renewed in a moment when Ryou pounced on her again. This time she let herself be drawn in and failed to notice the look of incredulity on her friend’s face.
“EUW! ERI AND RYOU ARE MAKING OUT! GO FIND A ROOM OR SOMETHING!”
Kia gave a faint smile. “Ha. Knew that would happen.” Her eyelids began to close, and she said, “Yami?”
“Yeah?”
Kia took a blanket and cocooned herself in it. “Well, earlier you told Mr. O’Phile that you were my boyfriend. Why?”
“To protect you, of course,” he said. “I’ll always protect you.”
Kia felt warmth flare up in her stomach. Smiling, her eyelids slowly drooped and she fell asleep.
Yami smiled, and picked her up. “Geez, you don’t weigh more than a feather,” he chuckled. The blonde mumbled something unintelligible, and Yami smirked. Carrying her over to the couch, he sat down, the soft bundle in his arms.
“Goodnight,” she murmured, already asleep.
He laid his cheek against hers. “Good night, starlet.” (FLUFFY!!!)
Amunet looked at them and choked. Ryou and Eri were entwined in the Armchair of Nuzzles, and here were Kia and Yami asleep on the couch in a very compromising position. Geez, all we needed was Pandora and Kaiba to get together, and they’d have a house full of love and sappiness.
Except that you and Brock would have to hook up. Wouldn’t that be nice?
Amunet shifted. “Uh, Brock? I’ll be right back. I need some water.” She was unusually warm…
Going to the sink, she poked her head around the doorway to see what Pandora was doing.
The said brunette was hunched over the keyboard of the computer in a feverish frenzy of yaoi. She finally sat back in the chair.
“Oh, hi ‘Net,” she said. They heard the clacking of Kaiba’s laptop keyboard start up. “I’m RPing some DantexVirgil. It’s pretty happy. We started a new one. Wanna read?”
Amunet obligingly leaned over and read the first post, compliments of Pandora.
Dante had strode in, all cocky smirks and casual attitude and blind confidence, bothering his brother when all he wanted was two damn minutes of fucking peace. But no. His demented twin had decided to swagger his leather-bound ass right into the Demon World to pay his dear brother a visit.
Oh, the joys of family reunions.
Heaving a weary, tired sigh, Vergil set down his book and glared coolly up at the platinum-haired man standing across the room.
"Good evening, Dante."
((OOC: Any good? And why’re you awake at this hour? I thought I was the only one that crazy…))>
“Nice,” said Amunet. “I hate you, person who can write.” She went off to sulk (with Brock! ^+^), leaving Pandora to await the arrival of the next response. Oh well. At least she had a swivelly chair. She derived a great amount of enjoyment out of spinning in circles on these things.
After about ten minutes, the reply appeared.
<"Hiya, Verge." The younger twin sat himself into an armchair, reclining lazily and stretching, resting his muddy, blood-stained boots on Vergil's coffee table. He snickered when his brother winced and involuntarily twitched one eye. Vergil always did have a problem regarding messes, after all. He'd have to be sure to track mud all along the spotless, shiny floor before he left.
Making sure that his coat was hanging completely open, Dante yawned expansively and cocked his head to the side, grinning at the half-devil.
"Miss me?" He inquired, throwing his hands behind his head. But apparently, Vergil was in rare form tonight, because no response was forthcoming. He was in full icy, aloof bastard mode, determined to ignore all his brother's attempts at conversation, and it was damn irritating. Because Vergil was very, very good at that.
"Vergil. Talk to me, you son of a bitch." Dante snapped, glaring sullenly at the other man.
((OOC: Your Vergil’s very good. And I’m up at this hour because my car broke down and I have to stay at some peoples’ house overnight. I’m not going to sleep at all, since they seem to be at least half cracked… Anyway, are you really just that much of a yaoi fangirl?))>
Kelsey grinned. Yup.
<"And what is there to talk about, Brother?" Vergil snapped in turn, standing. Book in hand, he walked over to where Dante was sitting and used his book to smack the booted feet that were contaminating his table. It had taken him three hours to clean that table, and now Dante was ruining it. It would take another three hours, probably more, to clean it again. Frowning with disdain at his brother, the older twin folded his arms across his chest.
"I hope there's an actual purpose for this visit. You waste my time and try my patience, as usual."
((OOC: I most certainly am. Sucks about your car. There’s actually a sort of similar situation going on at my friends house, where I’m sleeping over. The guy whose luck ran out’s kinda cute. *Wink* He’s an ass though. All he does is bloody sit there and type on his laptop. Anyway, hurry up! Your Dante’s so great!))
Kaiba brought his hand to his forehead. So… Vergil=that scary girl that was sitting at the desk in the room around the corner. Damn. She was completely cracked. She did, however, write a bad-assed Vergil. And… she thought he was cute? Well, she wasn’t too unattract-That was the last thing he needed.
<"What is there to talk about?" Dante repeated incredulously, gaping up at his brother. He stood so that their chests were barely inches apart, and he growled low in his throat. They only had a couple years to catch up on, and here was Vergil, acting like there had been absolutely nothing between them.
"There's a fucking lot to talk about, Verge. Stop acting like a heartless bastard. I'm your brother, Goddamnit, and I love you, so pull your head out of your ass and pay attention to me!" Dante shoved Vergil backwards onto the couch, needily pressing their lips together for the first time since they were teenagers. God, it had been too long since they'd last done this, too long since Dante had felt the smooth caress of his brother's hands on his skin, and he was desperate, hungry for it. Purring low in his throat, the younger son of Sparda nibbled at Vergil's lower lip, running his fingers along the white-haired man's chest.
((OOC: That wasn’t so good. Bad smut. Anyway, Pandora, I think I might turn in soon. There’re approximately two couples making out in the living room next to me, and another pair sitting in a nest. Maybe they have room upstairs…))>
Pandora froze for a moment. How’d he know her name?
She quickly read through all her previous entries. Nowhere did she state her name.
Then it hit her with the subtlety of a sack of spiked bricks dropped off of the Eiffel tower.
Bad-ass Dante writer=Seto Kaiba
Her situation=Very Deep Shit
She slowly got up and walked in a trance-like state to the kitchen where he was sitting at the table, an amused smirk on his face.
“Hello, Seto-kun,” she said quietly.
He simply raised an eyebrow.
Her voice faltered. “Good night, Seto-kun,” she said quietly, and lay down on her gray blanket on the living room floor.
A few minutes passed.
It was too warm in the living room. She got up and walked to the front door. Opening it, she felt a cool breeze on her face and gave a sigh of relief. She placed her arm against the doorframe and leaned her head against it in a tired and dejected manner.
“Are you alright?” came a ridiculously gay-sounding voice. She felt an arm around her shoulders.
She reeled backward. “HOLY SHIT! Don’t do that!” She then saw that it was a gray-haired stranger with a golden eye.
“And who the hell are you?”
“I, my dear, am Maximilian Pegasus. He made a ridiculous bow and added, “But a pretty girl such as yourself only has to call me Maxie.”
She eyed him warily. “Why are you in my friend’s front yard at six in the morning?”
“I was attempting to locate my friend, Ped’s, house. You wouldn’t happen to know, would you, pumpkin?”
Pan edged away. Heaven forbid another friend of Ped’s…
“He lives in that cream colored house next door, next to the brick one,” she said brusquely. “Now beat it.”
“Oh, pumpkin, I was just trying to be… friendly,” he said in an injured voice. His golden eye gleamed eerily.
“Yeah. Riiiight. Well, glad I could help,” she said. She then quickly entered and slammed the door to make sure her subtle message would get across.
Yami and Kaiba appeared at her side. “Who was that?” asked Kaiba suspiciously. “And why’d he have his arm around you?” And why do I care?
“Some scary guy. A friend of O'Phile’s apparently.”
Yami growled. “I swear… if I ever get my hands around his neck I will kill him.”
Kia appeared there, blinking blearily. “What happened? And why are you cracking your knuckles, Yami?”
“No reason,” he said, quickly stopping. “You look cold.” He slung a strong arm around her. “You okay?”
Kia was not cold after that.
BZING! Amunet’s affection radar went to overdrive as she zoomed to the scene, closely followed by a bemused Brock.
“EEEEEEEEEE!” Her face scrunched up in a frenzy of ecstasy. “You’re so cute together!”
Much in the way of sweatdropping.
Of course, there was a predictable knock at the door, because that’s the author’s escape hatch for awkward moments. Yami scowled.
“I’LL GET IT!” squealed Amunet. She opened the door to reveal a dark-robed figure.
“Hello, I’m Vexen,” he said with a glimmering smile and a flourishing bow. “How are you, pretty ones?”
Everyone’s reaction could be summed up in the statement, “…”
Vexen noticed this thick silence and decided to change the subject. “Do any of you know where I might find the Annual Rapists’ Convention HQ?”
Eri and Ryou peered around the doorway long enough to see Yami land a punch in Vexen’s face. Vexen staggered backward.
“I’ve had enough of you child molesters!”
Amunet cut in cheerfully. “Well, there’s a scary man named Mr. O'Phile that lives in that house by the brick one. You could try there.”
Vexen glanced over a swollen cheek at the paper in his hand. “281 Sherwood? Yes, I believe that’s it.”
Kaiba brought a hand to his forehead. “You had the address the whole time?”
“Well, yes, but because of…” He surveyed Eri’s short shorts and long legs. “Certain things, I thought the address might be erroneous.”
This earned another slug from Yami. “BAKA! Do we look like child molesters to you? NO!” The dog started barking upstairs.
“I’ll just… I’m afraid I couldn’t stay, lovey,” he said sadly to Eri. “Maybe some other time…?” Ryou bared his teeth at him and hugged Eri in a protective stance. “No? I could…”
Mingus the dog crashed down from upstairs and leapt into Amunet’s arms.
She squeaked gleefully and kissed his nose. “Hey, love!”
Everyone edged away, except Vexen who used the distraction to get closer to Eri. Mingus wagged his tail, but then he noticed the intruder. He leapt at Vexen, snarling.
Vexen backed away. “Nice doggy…”
“GOOD DOGGY!” Eri shouted, her voice muffled by Ryou’s arms.
“Right. Bye, lovey.” He raced out of the door.
Eri was shuddering in Ryou’s arms.
“Who votes for going to bed?” said Kia groggily.
TO BE CONTINUES IN THE NEXT POST BECAUSE LJ IS AN ASSCOOKIE AND MADE ME DO IT IN TWO PARTS
Ooowee. That was long. Well, you can comment, if you like. Or tell yourself you'll read it later, and never look at it again. Whichever. But, enjoy, for those of you who must be immensely bored!
~Amunet 8D