"Well," he said to himself, smiling. "I like it, how about you?" There was no response from his mirror, but Honda was fine with that. Oddly enough, his mirror didn't seem to often answer when he spoke to it... weird. He'd have to buy a new one. Honda reached for the door knob as a loud chiming song filled the house. "Someone's at the door! GET IT, HONDA!" Came the charming bellow of his mother.
"Yes ma!" Honda called cheerily, swinging open his door and rushing down the hall. "Just a minute!" he sang. Reaching the doorway, Honda flung the front door open. "Otogi! You made it!" he positively squealed, pouncing on the tall, long haired boy on the step.
"Of course," Otogi replied smoothly. "Er- watch the tux-"
"Oh, right, the tux!" Honda backed away hurriedly from Otogi, beaming. Otogi allowed himself an imperious smirk, though he couldn't help the girly giggles that raged inside his head. Honda did look quite good in his matching tux.
"So, shall we go?" he asked, nearly purring.
"Yeah!" Honda stuck his head back inside the house. "MA! I'M GOING TO THE DANCE!" With a resounding slam, Honda shut the door and turned happily to his date. "Let's go!"
Ryou pulled his keys from the ignition of his tan Volvo and turned to face the passengers seat. He offered the occupant a bemused smile.
"Trying to look seductive, are we?" Bakura glared at him and tossed a point of white hair behind his shoulder.
"Shut up, hikari. You're just jealous because YOU don't get rhinestones by your eyes."
Ryou hid a smile and nodded solemnly. "Yes, you're right. Let's go in." He pulled open the car door and swung his legs around the edge of the seat. In the next instant, Bakura's hand had snaked out and grasped the back of his collar and had yanked him, choking, back inside the car. Ryou gasped and struggled to regain the ability to breathe as Bakura leaned closer.
"Um- Yami?" Ryou squeaked, feeling decidely nervous. "Wh-what are you doing?"
Bakura smiled in a truly wicked fashion. His brown eyes glinted evilly. "Just wanted to remind you, hikari- I am most definately NOT your-" here he cringed, "Date- for this pointless and complete waste of time." He released Ryou quickly and got out in the car in one swift movement, slamming the car door in Ryou's surprised face.
Staring at the interior of his rather ugly car for a moment, Ryou slowly retreated from the car and closed the door. Bakura was alreading swaggering towards the entrance of the dance, having not bothered to wait for him. For some odd reason, Ryou found this rather amusing, and quietly followed his black sequin tube top and lime green snakeskin hipster clad yami.
Yugi was very seriously considering eating the nearest napkin in hopes that he would suffocate. The bony and frankly scary skinny arm of Anzu unconsciously tightened on the grip she had on Yugi's slowly turning blue hand, and he stifled a sob. Where was Yami when he needed him most? Hostage situations and death matches alike paled in comparison to being in the clutches of the terrifying Anzu.
Yugi spotted his leather clad spirit standing seductively by the punch bowl, engaging in what was obviously a painfully flirty conversation with Seto Kaiba, and cursed him under his breath. Stupid Yami. How could he abandon him like this? Yami could flirt with Kaiba anytime he wanted, although... Yugi had to admit that Kaiba's chosen attire could be the reason for Yami's abandoned maturity. Well- if you could call it maturity.
"Yugi!" came a sudden high pitched squeak. He twitched as Anzu shoved her completely cakey face in front of him. "Let's go dance! There's no one else on the floor yet- we'll be first! That way EVERYONE will see us!" Yugi offered her what he hoped was a thrilled expression as she dragged him onto the dance floor.
YAAAAAAAAMI!!!! Yugi screamed through a mind link. Yami jumped as his hikari's clearly panicked voice exploded in his head.
What is it, Yugi? I'm rather busy...
YOU HAVE TO HELP ME YAMI, PLEASE YOU HAVE TO HELP ME- Yami turned his head and his purple eyes met those of Yugi's. The sight of the smaller and cuter version of himself in the painful looking clutches of Anzu made Yami wince.
Ugh, Yugi... what am I supposed to do?
ANYTHING!!! PLEASE!!!!
Yami sighed. Fine. I'll think of something. Now leave me alone... as I mentioned before, I'm slightly occupied at the moment...
With an audible squeak, Yugi felt the mind link between him and his Yami close. Misery filled the boy as he looked up at the make up covered Anzu, who was giving him a terrifying, wide mouthed smile.
Jounouchi swore quietly as he watched Anzu force Yugi onto the dance floor. The spikey haired boy looked like his life was over. Sighing, Jounouchi forced his hands into his suit coat pocket. He had been on his way over to Yugi when Anzu had pulled him away to dance, and now he knew he would have to wait until Anzu had finished terrorizing Yugi before he would be able to talk to him at all. Not like he knew what to say... but he knew he had to say something.
With a determined nod, Jounouchi turned to lean against the wall. To his surprise, Mai was there, seemingly waiting for him.
"Hey, Jounouchi," she greeted in him in a somewhat bored fashion. "This dance is really boring, isn't it? I've chatted up every guy in here- well, except for Kaiba and Yami, and I don't think I could get near Yugi if I tried-"
"I know the feeling," Jounouchi mumbled, more to himself than to her. Mai raised her eyebrows slightly, but Jounouchi ignored her.
Just then the doors of the gymnasium opened, admitting Ryou and a very slutty looking girl with exactly the same hair style, only in a high pony tail. The girl looked hungrily around the gym while Ryou slinked past her and headed slowly towards Jounouchi and Mai.
"Hello," he greeted them with his trademark cheeriness. Jounouchi uttered a non-commital grunt, his eyes expertly following the lone couple on the dance floor. Mai, however, pounced on the newly arrived male and leaned one shoulder and hip against the gym wall.
"Well hi there, Ryou." Ryou's eyes widened as he took in Mai's rather revealing attire, and smiled weakly.
"H-hello, Mai. Nice to see you... here." Mai leaned forward. Panicking completely, Ryou stook several steps back. "Um- sorry- I think I'll get some punch-"
"Oh, why don't I come with you?" Mai purred, unabashedly leaning forward more.
Ryou stiffened. "Er- that is- I need to use the bathroom- erm-" and with that, he had turned and was sprinting to the other side of the gymnasium. Mai sighed and resumed a more comfortable position, pouting slightly.
Jounouchi, having missed the entire scene, slowly pulled his gaze from Yugi and Anzu dancing and allowed his eyes to wander vaguely. They quickly fell on the aforemented slutty girl who had arrived with Ryou. Jounouchi gasped suddenly, and spun around.
"Mai!" he hissed, grabbing her by the wrist.
She scowled at him and pulled her arm back. "What?"
Flinging his arm, Jounouchi pointed obviously across the gym. "That's- that's BAKURA!"
Mai stared at him, then followed his pointing finger. "Who's Bakura? No, that's that chick that came with Ry-" she stopped abruptly, and gaped open mouthed at him. Instantly she shuddered, hugging herself. "That's so very wrong..." Jounouchi stared at Bakura, one arm still pointing across the gym.
"Ew..." Jounouchi muttered, unblinking. To his horror, Mai gave a pained sigh and strutted toward Bakura as seductively as possible.
"Mai!" Jounouchi choked, looking appalled. "He- he looks like a woman!"
Mai stopped momentarily, shrugging wearily. "He's still a guy." With that, she straightened and continued toward the scarily dressed boy.
