Here Are A Few Bits & Pieces Of Stories I Am Currently Working On

Demon Babies
"Wuugi! Wuugi! Wook at my bootyful fwace!" Yami cried, waving his arms savagly, and bawling. He flung himself forward, tumbled off the bed, very ungracefully, and wobbled over to the petite teen, who, compared to the new and improved Yami, was not so petite.

Yuugi startled and disgusted at his yami’s behaviour, stepped back, waggling a finger at the toddler.

"Don’t come near me you… you demon baby!" This of course did nothing to help the matter.

"WUUUUUUUUGI!" Yami screamed, little tears cascading down his plump little cheeks as he reached out to be comforted. But Yami would find no comfort with his distraught Hikari, and this was proved to him as Yuugi turned sharply and slammed the door behind him.

Yuugi leaned against the door, eyes still large, mouth still slack and panting.

"Holy. Shit." And he raced off to call someone- anyone who could possibly help.



Zero Hour
"Seto, I think you need to take a look at this." The voice was hollow, almost choked with hidden sorrow.

"Damn…" Seto breathed, stopping before a mangled and trashed body with a note, written on the body’s upper back, which read:

One Diuge to bring them all, to pull them into darkness and smite them with evil intent. One Diuge to break the spirit of the world, and plunge it’s face into shadows of horror and spite.

"And the other body?" Seto sighed, shivering as a heavy wind gusted through the alley relentlessly tossing his hair and whispering nothing but threats.

"No note, but obviously from the same attacker," The silver-haired companion stated, crouching before the other body, which was only a few feet away.

"The markings, the cuts," he motioned with his hand to various bruises, scrapes and teeth marks, "they’re the same, no differences. Whoever did this was strong, and hungry as hell."



Unexpected Interest
Without even the slightest bit of hesitation, I had accepted his offer and had turned away to go home, forgetting it as easily as one forgets the face of a passing stranger. Yes, however, that exact conversation had popped back into my head later that evening, making me think, though only momentarily about why exactly I had been invited, because if truth me told, Seto Kaiba wasn’t exactly a friend. More of an enemy that one tries to ignore as best as possible. But, I suppose this hatred for him is only because Yuugi-tachi hate him so, and because I am the passive idiot that I am, I dare not think otherwise.

I still can’t see how, though I’ve put aside the strangeness of my invitation in the first place, that he could throw such a party. He really doesn’t look like the type of person to really share in the celerations as Valentine’s Day. This idea makes me see him in a whole new perspective; odd yet slightly cute- wait, did I just think that? "Seto Kaiba"and "cute" do not belong in the same sentence, or rather, thought.



Chinese Water Torture
You’d think I’d blown up a building or something, by the looks I’m getting right now. That’s not to say I don’t understand why I’m getting these looks, because I most certainly do. But, you’d think by now that they’d have come to terms with my distructive nature. My sadistic needs must be met!

They’re advancing on me, with their narrowed, beedy eyes and teeth bared in a snarl. I’m feeling quite vulnarable right now (to tell the truth), and I’ve never feared so much for my life (more so because if they’re not careful, Marik might appear and rip them to shreds… then I’d have murder and distruction of propery on my list of wrongdoings). I wonder if my reasoning skills have improved any… I must see.

"Come on guys… this is no way to handle a situation!"

Yes, falling over a small child and allowing oneself to be pounced upon is not a good thing. Must add that to my list of things to never do again. I suppose this could be added to my list of wrongdoings as well- Attempted murder or assault and battery…