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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,211
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Shit, Man!
Honda was scanning the pictures in a GQ magazine he had stolen from his hair stylist. A single, weeny drop of drool fell from the corner of his mouth and splashed in an erotic display of beautiful colors upon his desk.
"Bou bum bum bum, bum la bum bum bum." Seto sang. He didn’t even seem to notice all his bruises.
"Oh man, Honda. I think I'm. . .worried. . .about Seto. What If he really is getting beat up? Maybe he'd like to take all his bottle up anger out on me, and I could be like, his love slave?"
Wait…let me start that again.
"NO TALKING IN CLASS, MAN!" Honda shouted back at him.
Later, Honda and Jou were clapping erasers for talking in class. Jou wouldn’t shut up about how worried and sympathetic he was. Honda wouldn’t shut up about Charlie Sheen, and how good he looks in darks (navy blue, black and deep forest green especially)
"I'm gonna go check this out, man. I'm totally worried he might be gettin' abused. Maybe by a drunken father, like me. . . oh man. I totally don’t want anyone else to go through that, you know. It's bad shit, man. . . But if he is. . ."
"Then he'll have your shoulder to cry on and your strong, gorilla-like chest to protect him from his drunkard of a father."
"No man, that’s fuckin' gay. You know I aint like that."
"Then what about that whole 'love slave' thing, man? What about that?"
"What the hell man. Can't I say a fucking thing without you putting it to memory?"
Honda laughed weakly and stupidly. "What the fuck are we talking about, man?"
Wait. Let me start over.
Honda was NOT scanning the pictures in a GQ magazine he had stolen from his hair stylist. A single, weeny drop of drool DID NOT fall from the corner of his mouth and DID NOT splash in an erotic display of beautiful colors upon his desk.
"Hey Honda, look at that bruise on Seto's cheek."
"What, man? You worried about that whole 'abuse' thing again?"
"What? No. I just think it looks like Argentina. Only smaller. And bruise-colored."
"What's Argentina?"
"I think it's an ocean, man."
"Yeah. I think you're ri-HOLY SHIT MAN, THE BUSH IS MOVING!"
Yugi turned around as his enormous hair wiggled. His voice was definitely the type you'd hear Ben Affleck's inner child speaking in. It had a milky squeak to it.
"Hey Jou-chan! Arent you worried about Seto-chan? He looks hurt! I think we should ask him about it! It helps to have fri-"
"HOLY SHIT MAN, THE BUSH IS TALKING!" Honda Raised a history book above his head, "It said you're his chan, man. What the hell does it mean by chan, man?"
NO. The teacher did NOT notice.
"Jou-chan! Seto needs friends!"
Jou leaned forward, "But what about you? Have you thought about Yugi, lately? What about your issues? Have you seen your parents lately? Or for that matter, have you seen the top shelf of your pantry. . .ever?"
"Jou-chan! You hurt my feelings! I'm not going to forgive you until the end of the episode!"
"Frick you, man. We're not even in an episode."
"NOOOOOO!" Honda panicked.
"Bou bum bum bum, bum la bum bum bum." Seto sang. He didn’t even seem to notice all his bruises.
"Oh man, Honda. I think I'm. . .worried. . .about Seto. What If he really is getting beat up? Maybe he'd like to take all his bottle up anger out on me, and I could be like, his love slave?"
Wait…let me start that again.
"NO TALKING IN CLASS, MAN!" Honda shouted back at him.
Later, Honda and Jou were clapping erasers for talking in class. Jou wouldn’t shut up about how worried and sympathetic he was. Honda wouldn’t shut up about Charlie Sheen, and how good he looks in darks (navy blue, black and deep forest green especially)
"I'm gonna go check this out, man. I'm totally worried he might be gettin' abused. Maybe by a drunken father, like me. . . oh man. I totally don’t want anyone else to go through that, you know. It's bad shit, man. . . But if he is. . ."
"Then he'll have your shoulder to cry on and your strong, gorilla-like chest to protect him from his drunkard of a father."
"No man, that’s fuckin' gay. You know I aint like that."
"Then what about that whole 'love slave' thing, man? What about that?"
"What the hell man. Can't I say a fucking thing without you putting it to memory?"
Honda laughed weakly and stupidly. "What the fuck are we talking about, man?"
Wait. Let me start over.
Honda was NOT scanning the pictures in a GQ magazine he had stolen from his hair stylist. A single, weeny drop of drool DID NOT fall from the corner of his mouth and DID NOT splash in an erotic display of beautiful colors upon his desk.
"Hey Honda, look at that bruise on Seto's cheek."
"What, man? You worried about that whole 'abuse' thing again?"
"What? No. I just think it looks like Argentina. Only smaller. And bruise-colored."
"What's Argentina?"
"I think it's an ocean, man."
"Yeah. I think you're ri-HOLY SHIT MAN, THE BUSH IS MOVING!"
Yugi turned around as his enormous hair wiggled. His voice was definitely the type you'd hear Ben Affleck's inner child speaking in. It had a milky squeak to it.
"Hey Jou-chan! Arent you worried about Seto-chan? He looks hurt! I think we should ask him about it! It helps to have fri-"
"HOLY SHIT MAN, THE BUSH IS TALKING!" Honda Raised a history book above his head, "It said you're his chan, man. What the hell does it mean by chan, man?"
NO. The teacher did NOT notice.
"Jou-chan! Seto needs friends!"
Jou leaned forward, "But what about you? Have you thought about Yugi, lately? What about your issues? Have you seen your parents lately? Or for that matter, have you seen the top shelf of your pantry. . .ever?"
"Jou-chan! You hurt my feelings! I'm not going to forgive you until the end of the episode!"
"Frick you, man. We're not even in an episode."
"NOOOOOO!" Honda panicked.