Elvis is Everyone

Hey everyone, this is a story written by my beta Angela. She has been bugging me every chance she got for me to stick Elvis into the story, completely harmlessly until finally I told her if she wanted Elvis in this world, she could do it herself....and she did.


Welcome to her Elvis Crack fic featuring Jorrin and Jorma


I own the two of them as well as Johfrit and Hanna, but the rest I don't...enjoy

ELVIS IS EVERYBODY - By AMS


It was a bright and shiny day that would've ordinarily filled the boys with delight, if it wasn't for the fact that it was raining. They were also wearing ludicrously expensive silk shirts which they were trying to save by desperately huddling under a single small umbrella.

"I told you to bring your own umbrella." Jorrin grumbled in his rich greek accent, remembering what Joey and Seto had taught them about new customs.

Jorma in turn gave a sexy little pout and responded in his slightly euro-trash yet sexy german accent. "It was clear blue skies, how was I supposed to know it was going to rain?" he said turning to his twin

"I don't know, because Seth told you?" Jorrin said with a trademark Joey smirk that after watching Joey use this on Seto, had perfected it to a tee.

Jorma rolled his eyes, and made a 'Piffle' kind of noise. "Seth's a worrywart. He thinks danger lurks round every corner waiting to pounce and take our innocence at a moments notice."

Jorrin raised an inquisitive eye brow. "You ARE aware of all of our lives right? Because that being said, Seth might have a point."

"Bah!"

"Bah? OK, that's it you've got to stop spending time with that crazy red-head down the street she's a bad influence."

Jorma gave a semi-evil smirk and pushed Jorrin from under the protection of the umbrella. With a surprised squeal Jorrin tried to desperately cover his head from the rain, only to realized that the rain had stopped. He looked toward his soul-brother with a murderous glare.

"I don't know if you're a puppy Jorma, but you're certainly a son-of-bitch."

He closed the umbrella and blew a raspberry at Jorrin. "You're just jealous because she think's I'm cuter."

Exasperated Jorrin grabbed the umbrella from Jorma. "Are you completely insane? We're identical! You, me, Jofrit,Jono, Joey, we are all completely identical right down to the birthmark on our butt!"

"Ah, but I have a much better personality." Jorma was barely able to avoid being hit by the umbrella Jorrin launched at his head. "Ok, Ok Truces!"

Jorrin spared another half hearted glare at Jorma then a worried look crossed his features. "Um, were are we?"

"I don't know I was following you."

"Me! I was following you."

"Jorrin, I don't recognize this part of the city. Why don't you call Seto." Jorma said, talking about the cellphones that Seto had purchased for the boys when they were away from the shop, that had actually been set up only a few blocks from Kaiba Corp.

Jorrin looked down to their matching light brown leather pants that Hanna had made them. "Ok, I'll point out that I can't even wear underwear let alone carry a cell phone in these pants."


"Point taken, ok um hey isn't that the West Side convention centre? Maybe we can get someone to make a call for us."

Jorrin gestured to the building "Lead on McDuff." A reference that he had learned when Seto and Joey had taken him to a play called MacBeth a few weeks before.



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The boy blond bombshells were certainly shock, surprised and perhaps a little frightened to learn that have wandered into the 20th Annual International Elvis Impersonators Convention.

"Kami-Sama!" Jorris cried out as he was momentarily blinded by the light reflected off of a sea of sequent jumpsuits. when his vision returned he saw his brother looking at the Sea of Elvises...Elvis'...Elvii? in wonder and delight.

"Have you ever seen anything so..."

"Pathetic?" Jorrin supplied.

"Wonderful." Jorma's eyes practically danced.

"Kill me now." Jorrin whimpered to himself. Oh the humiliation of it all, how could a part of himself be fascinated by The King of all things. He rationalized it by too many years alone watching those cursed gates.

In the split second of self pity and mortification that Jorrin experienced Jorma had wandered into the sea of Elvii only to disappear...Seth was going to kill him.

"Jorma!" He called out to his brother. There was no answer. Taking a deep a breath he steeled himself against the horror he faced, and pushed his way into the crowd.


"Hey, don't step on my blue suede shoes." He heard someone call out.

"Jorma!" He called again, ignoring all else, until he felt a hand grab his arm. He turned to see a young Elvis clamped onto his arm. He looked to the hand on his arm, then to the Elvis, back to his arm, then finished off with a pointed stare at Elvis. The Young Elvis gave a charming sheepish smile then let go of Jorrin.

"Sorry, but if this Jorma is your twin brother, I think I saw him by the karaoke stage."

"Can you show me?" Jorrin said, now looking a bit green behind the gills at the thought of Jorma causing attention to them. Johfrit wasn't around, and Roland was with their brothers. Seto had drilled it into their heads that they were not supposed to be alone without someone to protect them. Unlike the others, they were not versed in protecting, and with Joey's previous actions...well...Seto was going to kill them.

Young Elvis took the lead, and while they made their way to the stage, Jorrin noticed that his guide wasn't dressed in the silly jumpsuits that many of the others were wearing. Instead he was wearing an army uniform circa the 1950's. Objectionably speaking, he was packed rather nicely. Joey had introduced them to Elvis over some of the movie nights that he had initiated and Jorma had taken greatly to the movies like Blue Hawaii that Elvis had done when he was younger.

"Is that him?" Young Elvis asked with a smile on his face, as he pointed to the stage.

Indeed it was young Jorma on stage, someone had given him an Elvis wig and loaned him a shiney cape to help in his performance.

And performing he was.

"You ain't nothing but a hound dog...." Jorma sang with strong clear notes in his strong alto voice that they all had. Other Elvii clapped and cheered as watched what they hoped was the birth of another of their brethren.

"He's quite good." Young Elvis remarked with a smile.

"He's making a fool of himself." Jorrin said, but with a slight grin, remembering that this was probably the first time in his life that he was able to act like this

"Naw man, he's just proving that everyone has a little Elvis in them. He's letting his inner-Elvis shine."

"I don't have Elvis in me." Jorrin said firmly.

"EVERYBODY had Elvis in them....except Michael J. Fox."

"Says who?"

"Mojo Nixon."

Jorrin didn't have any idea who Young Elvis referred to, but he had the feeling that he didn't really want to find out.

Jorma finished his song, and the crowd went wild, then another Elvis took the stage.

"Did you see me?" Jorma asked bounding over to them, he had since returned the wig and cape to it's owner.

"I tried not too."

"Man, you were awesome." Young Elvis stated with a shy smile.

Jorma blushed.

"I'm Akio, I run a karaoke bar down on 5th, you should come down sometime. Every Thursday is King Night."

"I just might. Oh Jorrin, Seto's sending a car, should be here any moment."

Jorma then grabbed a hold of Jorrin and with ease navigated through the crowd, but paused to give Akio a small wave before disappearing entirely.

Akio smiled to himself, and thought to himself that for identical brothers Jorma was just a little cuter, and hoped he would show-up the following Thursday.

"Elvis has left the building."