"EXTREME KAYAKING!!!"
Yeah, now I'm using random movie quotes. ^^ I saw Harold and Kumar go to White Castle last night, and just omg. Had to use that quote. Anyway, my random fic for today is here! and on FF.net too.
Title: Dialed Misfortune
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Of all things, how could Mutou Yuugi, King of Games, be so worked up that he couldn’t use the telephone properly?
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!!
Palms slick with perspiration, Yuugi grasped the phone, fear gripping him in a vise that made his head spin. Nervous, unsteady fingers clumsily managed to dial the right numbers, but controlling his arm was a different matter. At the moment, the muscles betrayed him, not wanting to bring the mouthpiece close enough.
Of all things, how could Mutou Yuugi, King of Games, be so worked up that he couldn’t usethe telephone properly? The little nervous habits began to emerge- the twisting of the phone cord, drumming fingers against the edge of the table, and the uneasy humming out the corner of his mouth as the rings echoed in his ears. Each ring seemed painfully loud as Yuugi counted each time.
Two.
Three.
Four.
On the fifth ring, someone picked up.
“Moshi moshi?”
The voice on the other end sounded so distant and faraway, Yuugi delayed his response to choose his words carefully. It was only the insistent urge of “Who is it?” that he said abruptly
“Anzu…how much for one night?”
Behind him, Jonouchi sank to his knees laughing hysterically. Anzu’s reaction was drowned out by a pronounced thud, and a scurry of footsteps across the living room.
Title: Dialed Misfortune
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Of all things, how could Mutou Yuugi, King of Games, be so worked up that he couldn’t use the telephone properly?
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!!
Palms slick with perspiration, Yuugi grasped the phone, fear gripping him in a vise that made his head spin. Nervous, unsteady fingers clumsily managed to dial the right numbers, but controlling his arm was a different matter. At the moment, the muscles betrayed him, not wanting to bring the mouthpiece close enough.
Of all things, how could Mutou Yuugi, King of Games, be so worked up that he couldn’t usethe telephone properly? The little nervous habits began to emerge- the twisting of the phone cord, drumming fingers against the edge of the table, and the uneasy humming out the corner of his mouth as the rings echoed in his ears. Each ring seemed painfully loud as Yuugi counted each time.
Two.
Three.
Four.
On the fifth ring, someone picked up.
“Moshi moshi?”
The voice on the other end sounded so distant and faraway, Yuugi delayed his response to choose his words carefully. It was only the insistent urge of “Who is it?” that he said abruptly
“Anzu…how much for one night?”
Behind him, Jonouchi sank to his knees laughing hysterically. Anzu’s reaction was drowned out by a pronounced thud, and a scurry of footsteps across the living room.