MST of a no plot fic

A/N: A serious one-shot about the moments after Yami was first awakened in the manga.

{Now she’s got Yami into her horrible crap, but this one is a serious fic.}

It was just one of those things I found myself asking and I felt I had to answer it to some degree.
Disclaimer: I don’t own it.
{Thank god. Could you imagine what the show be like?}

In response to Dchan: Thank you for pointing the mistake. I corrected it. Sorry you didn’t find my MST to be quite amusing. I’m not trying to be Hun. I’ve read your MST’s I like them. I don’t do this stuff myself. Your comment on the writer. First off this writer seems to get upset with other’s when they get upset with her because she has flamed them. However, when it happens to her she blows up. She went into her reviews calling me a bitch for not emailing her, and I think she added the comment in her fic. It’s also one thing to flame a writer and then post it around saying the writer sucks. This writer I guess emailed her, upset about her flame. Oneida decided to make it if people read her profile that they know about this with the writers’ name. I’m sorry but I find this writer to be two face. She got upset I didn’t email her my com but but that I reviewed it, and so on. I thought reviews are to comment the writer?


Oneida: No you didn’t flame a friend. As for the site, I support it with my visa do you?
I also had a hard time MSTING the fic, it had nothing to make fun of but sex. You should’ve said it was a PWP.

Thank you to the people I pleased in the reviews. I didn’t think I get so many emails asking for another mst. So here you go
This is my last MST I’m not a MST writer.

MST: By Griffter male age:24 From: Austria
Author: Oneida

Awakening

The dark and creeping complexity of the Soulroom began to fade so suddenly that the spirit had no idea what was going on.
{Yami is most likely thinking why the hell was I put into this fan fic?}

He simply found himself possessing fuzzed senses and a small blindly aching body that somehow was now dressed in a far different manner than a few seconds prior.
A few flittering memories of pain reached him.

{He must’ve remembered the other fics she used him in}


//Who did this?//

{He seems enraged to be here. Yami it’s ok. It’s almost over already} Not, ‘what happened’ or ‘where am I’, {He was too speechless to think}

this spirit was not so concerned with what was going on but how to fix the problem in it. He hadn’t been awake in so long, he couldn’t remember anything but endless and repeating darkness. {I bet he wants that back now.}

/Ushio./ It was a tiny voice, so familiar but dulled by time apart. The voice sounded tired, almost drugged. {When the hell did voices have size? Definition: of the word tiny
Extremely small; minute.}


The darkened spirit suddenly burned with fury {I know but what can you do Yami. It has to be a tiny voice} and an odd amount of desire.

{Oh crap there is the word desire} Anger at this boy Ushio and a need to be closer to the owner of the small voice. //He must be tested.//

{Tested? I hope this doesn’t end up being a sex game…This is a serious plot this time folks}

A tiny feeling mingled with his decision. Understanding? Acceptance? It was hard to tell, muffled as it was by some drowsy idea that wouldn’t go away.

He tried to stand but found he couldn’t,{Real reason Yami doesn’t want to get up. He doesn’t want to be in this craptastic fic anymore, but would you?}

it had been so long, {Since you’d been in a good fanfic? It’s only with her Yami} he’d simply forgotten how.

The desk in front of him creaked as he used it to support himself. (There’s no sex toys in that desk is there? We have to remember who’s writing this and took out this scene from the Manga and turned into crap}

The blurred vision had begun to clear as he remembered how to focus his eyes and the quiet rumblings of someone in another room began to make sense.
He opened his mouth and tried to speak, only managing a dry growl. {Is it just me? Or does Yami sound barbaric like a fucking cave man that should be grunting and groaning and scratching his ass?}

He did not look pleased. {Why should he? You’ve made him sound like a numskull} He tried again and this time managed something intelligible. “Where is he?” {You’re still in the fic Yami}
“Yugi?” The person from the other room called through the door. “Did you say something?”
The spirit glared openly at the door. What man would dare even suggest the idea that he should repeat himself?
/Grandpa./ The tiny voice replied with a mental yawn. {Wtf? Was that Yugi in his head talking? If I recall Yugi would black out and Yami and Yugi do have their own thoughts}

Ah, so that was it, the elder patriarch. It was all right then. {All right for what?} But it struck the spirit as odd that such a man should be alive, the aged do not often fair well in the open world so far past their prime. (She's trying to sound *Ya old English here*}
“I said nothing.” The spirit replied wondering for barely a moment how or why he could speak and understand this strange language. He didn’t recall his native tongue sounding like that.
“Alright then, I’m off to bed. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” The spirit said once more marveling at the strange sounds.
His vision restored and balance found the spirit glanced around the room. It was done in such an odd fashion, the lights were unnatural and the walls were of some strange material, neither wood nor stone. A massive blur of memories he knew were not his leaked into his mind.
//Things have changed, but I don’t recall how.// Everything suddenly made sense to him, the lights, the walls, the noises out on the street, the electric glow of an alarm clock.

{Oh look folks Yami is getting some brains.} //Either way I must find Ushio.// But for some reason that information would not come.

{Ok one minute he knows shit the next he doesn’t?}


/Late./
Interesting, every time he needed information that little voice would supply something. Even if it was only one word it somehow made sense. //I must call him out.//
/Call./
Well that made no sense. {Like your fics} He’d have to use the telephone [Watch it Yami she may make you fuck it or call a sexline} and damned if he knew what *that* actually was,

(Sexline? Don’t worry, she’ll make you know by the time you get to this so called *phone*} much less how to use it.

He started to move almost on automatic.{Hmm he seems to be getting smarter all of a sudden…must be because she needs him to fuck someone soon} He clumsily {Ok nope still a dolt} reachor tor the backpack from where it had been forgotten and opened it up. He pulled out a notebook and flipped it open immediately to a middle page. {Yami got skillful with his hands all of a sudden} There, in rough handwriting, was the name ‘Ushio’ followed by a block script phone number.
Yugi had acquired this information at the beginning of the year, but it would be difficult for anyone to guess how or why he’d managed to write this down,{Can you guys say Yugi is a stalker} even himself.
The spirit eyed the phone that sat innocently on Yugis’ beside table.{I think she means bedside table} He all but marched over to the bed and sat down as he picked up the receiver.
/Dial./
A coaxing memory made the spirit reach for the buttons and push them in the proper order. He listened to the telltale signal on the other end and looked idly up when it was interrupted by a click a voi voice.
“Hello?”
“Ushio?” The spirit asked.
“Yeah, who’s this?” There was a pause. “Mutou?”
“Yes.” He noticed his voice sounded almost like a hiss when introduced to that word.
“What do you want? Trying to get me to let you off the hook for tomorrow.” Another pause. “No dice boy, you pay or you *pay*.” {Watch it Yami. I don’t like this *Pay* this *Pay most likely means sex}

A smile laced with cynical understanding graced the dark beings lips. “Come to the school by the mid hour. We’ll see who pays.”{Oh our sexy dolt has become cocky} He didn’t wait for an answer, the receiver made a satisfying clatter when it snapped into its cradle.
Immediately the main component of the Game he needed to play called out to him. The spirit reached again into the bag and pulled out the envelope.
//He wants this?// The spirit asked himself. It was a strange form of currency. Surely it did not have the confident feel of a coin. //I will need a knife.// This was more to himself than anything but he still received a helpful hint.
/He has one./
The spirit could feel the quiet calm of that voice and once again experienced the craving for it. He absolutely wanted it, wanted him. Wanted to hold the owner of the voice, to touch him and taste him and possibly find a way to make him scream and moan. {I knew she’d put some lustful thoughts in Yami’s head}

His head went back at the idea and his eyes closed. His newly acquired body began to react to the images. But this new raging need was suddenly shoved aside by the irksome nature of the vengeful business at hand.
He stood more steadily now that he remembered how to do so and stalked his way to the bedroom door. Just before he laid a hand on the doorknob he stopped and turned. A small almost loving smile {He's smiling because he's getting the fuck out of this fic now} tugged at his lips and he made his way back to the desk.
The golden puzzle-made-pendent twirled lazily when he lifted it by the cord it had been attached to. He watched it for a moment {Don't watch it! Get out now!}
then slipped the loop over his neck feeling comfortingly complete with its weight on his chest. In the back of his mind the little voice seemed to purr like a en aen and finally settled into something that felt like sleep.{Huh...I don't get this...Yugi?}
He made a deep and fully satisfied sound and head back out the door. It wouldn’t do any good to be late to Ushios’ test, now would it? {Yami wants to get some. How does this not surprise me?}

{Here you go folks another MST of your favorite Writer. Like asked}