'Eye for an eye, toon for a toon'

umm.. spontaneous collaboration with graigy. he thought of the title. [i don't get it...]

"As he was walking through the dense forest, Pegasus tripped, and one of his many false eyes fell out revealing his face-hole! Sadly, it was the only eye he owned that had magical powers."

"This made Pegasus very sad. No longer could he use his ancient Egyptian beams to fight other evil spirits or look through people's clothes... not that anyone else knew the eye could do that."

"It was then that Pegasus realised he wouldn't appear again till Season 4, which wasn't really that good. He was so sad, he wanted to cry. Sadly, he doesn't have any eyes, so he can't, which made him sadder."

"He stood up and brushed the dirt from his faaaabulouuss clothes and tried to find his way out of the forest. He fell over again because he couldn't see anything."

"He wished he had as many eyes as his Thousand Eyes Restrict, but he does not." 

"Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him. Then two voices. "What the friggin' frig, Bakura? Where the EFF are we?" said the first voice. "No bloody idea, Marik, but there's a man over there on the ground. Go and see if he knows." 


"Pegasus felt someone move close to him. "Excuse me but is your name Steve... I mean do you know where we are? Also why are you on the floor?"


"Ohhhh, you sound fabulous!" 


"Excuse me, have you seen any of my eyes? I have problems with them!" Said Pegasus. "I have problems with mine too!" replied Marik "Sometimes mine goes all stretchy and it's like 'What the frigg?"


"Pegasus suddenly became aware of the second person standing close to him too and began to shuffle away. These two were obviously insane. As he couldn't see where he was shuffling he shuffles right into a rabbit hole in which is butt became stuck. Now he couldn't escape the weirdos."


"He sat in the hole looking at the weirdos, wondering when they would notice that he was stuck. Although, he wasn't really looking at them because he couldn't see anything, but it seemed like he was. The weirdos seemed to be ignoring him and were arguing about something again. Then a third voice joined them."



"'KATTOBINGU~~~' was the word the owner of the third voice kept repeating."

"KATTOBINGU KATTOBINGU~~ was all Pegasus could hear for at least ten minutes before he heard a sound which implied that he voice's owner had been punched."

"Pegasus had started to grow bored and tired. He was used to being in a different kind of hole. He eventually fell asleep, even though it wasn't any different from being awake since he couldn't see."


"He awoke hours later, very much alone in the dark forest. He couldn't tell that it was dark because he couldn't see and everything was dark, but his Funny Bunny talking wristwatch told him that it was way past his bedtime."



"He then felt something roll and hit his hand. It was his lost eye! He popped it back in and noticed there was a note in front of him, which said 'Dear Pegasus, I must apologise for this, but my friend Marik has taken your trousers because he believes they contain your power. He is currently writing a song about it now. To make up for this, I found your missing eye for you. From Bakura'"

"Up until now, Pegasus hadn't even realised that his trousers were missing. He hadn't moved an inch, so how this Marik person had stolen them was a complete mystery to him."

"He turned the note over and noticed a P.S. on the back, which said 'P.S. if you're wondering how Marik got your trousers off without you noticing, well, I don't even know how he does that, he's just very good at taking off other guy's clothes. Not that I'm complaining.'"


"Now that he had his vision back, Pegasus picked himself up again and tried to find his way out of the forest. He only walked for a short time before he arrived at a huge staircase. Turned out he was only in the forest right beside his huge mansion on Duelist Kingdom, and not even very far in."

steak

Bakura slammed the door behind him and strode across the room and sat opposite his evil parter in crime at a small table. He pulled a brown wooden chair out and sat down, grabbing the food from his plate with his hands and shoving as much in his mouth as he could. Bakura wasn’t one for manners. Especially when there was food about.

“Bakura. Slow down you’re going to give yourself heartburn!” said Marik, Bakura’s blonde Egyptian friend who was eating his food nicely with a fork. But not a knife, because Ishizu had never taught him to use one and his father was too insane to use one himself. As for Odion, well.. Gummy bears don’t need to be picked up with forks, but that’s enough about that.

“Quiet Marik, I’m eating” spat Bakura, pieces of rare steak flying out of his mouth and onto Marik’s plate with every syllable he uttered. Marik pushed his plate away quietly. He didn’t not want Bakura’s spit inside of him, whatever people thought, he really didn’t.

“Could you at least not talk when you are eating, fluffy? I mean COME ON this is the third night in a row you’ve spat your steak all over my dinner.”

“At least it’s keeping you skinny” laughed Bakura. “We wouldn’t want you to get fat now, would we Marik?” Marik looked down for a second as millions of images of himself the size of an elephant flashed before his eyes.

“No. I suppose we wouldn’t. Plus if I did get fat I wouldn’t be able to wear this lovely purple shirt that makes me look all kinds of sexy!”

“That it does.” agreed Bakura, finishing his steak and pushing his plate forward to meet Marik’s in the middle of the table. “Not that I find you sexy, of course, but girls do… probably.”

At this, Marik foud himself blushing and decided to hide it by grabbing their plates and flouncing over to the sink of their small apartment. Bakura said it wasn’t ‘living together‘, it was ‘living in this place because we need somewhere closer than Egypt for council meetings and from here he can see into Yuugi Mouto’s bedroom’ Marik wasn’t exactly sure why he’d want to see into Yuugi’s bedroom, but he went with it because it was somewhere to live that wasn’t with Ishizu and had internet access courtesy of the people living below who were too retarded to put a password on their wi-fi.

yu-gi-oh [writing challenge]

Bakura was standing in the middle of nowhere with his arms crossed and a bored look on his face. A little way in front of him stood a large tree with a teenage boy trying to climb it. The boy in the tree just so happened to be Marik Ishtar, who was expecting Bakura almost thirty minutes ago and had given up waiting and was now about to give up climbing the tree.

“I’m here Marik. What the bloody hell are you doing?” asked Bakura, making Marik jump and fall from the bottom of the tree. Somehow.

“Jeeze Bakura, don’t sneak up on me like that. Any why are you half an hour late?”

“…I was otherwise engaged.” he lied. He had been awake until three in the morning watching the Card Game Channel and cursing anyone who used a card that the Pharoah had in his deck, which then meant that he slept late and missed 9am which is when he was supposed to have met Marik. Bakura wasn’t fond of mornings like Marik was anyway. He thought this might have been because Marik had grown up underground and never really knew when it was morning or when it was night and just slept when he got tired, no matter what time it was.

“Who were you sleeping with, Bakura?” Marik demanded, trying not to let any hints of jealousy spill into his words.

“No one, Marik. Why do you always assume that? It’s as if you’re making sure I’m not because you want me for yourself or something.”

“NO. Noooooo! It’s… never mind what you were doing! Where is the video camera?” Marik walked towards Bakura and held out his hand. Bakura kept his arms folded. He’d forgotten the camera.