For you sis. *HUGS*

[guardianlunnaei]

This is....kind of pulled from a scene in an IM rp that dragondancer515 , raseleane , crystalcleared , Kibou and I have had going off and on for four years now (or close to).  I don’t have the actual document of the incident with me, else I’d write it directly from there (probably good I don't too, 'cause it'd probably be /really/ long).  This will have to do, though.  *HUGS Dragon*  This one’s for you, hon.  Glad you’re doin’ better already, but hopefully this will help a little more too. =3  *determines to find these documents and write out the full story sometime. XD;;*

 

Three words.  Three words that could send people into a fit of giggles.  Three words that could make a certain spirit blush nearly purple in remembered mortification.  How Yami hated those words, and yet they amused him as much as anyone else, now that the incident was done and past. Those three words?  Black Silk Boxers.

It had been an embarrassing loss to begin with.  Two poltergeists had found their way to Grandpa Mutou’s new shop, and were wrecking playful havoc on anyone and everyone they could.  Martial arts master, Genkai, had warned Yami not to take them on, but he did not listen, confident as always that he could exorcize a couple of troublemaking ghosts.  He had been too cocky, though, and the Shadows did not bring about a victory for him.  Instead he was stuck paying the Penalty the two pranksters decided for him.  He had to sell his underwear on eBay.

As a spirit, Yami did not have underwear of his own, so he would have to find a way to pay his penalty.  His adoptive sister, with an amused grin plastered to her face, purchased a pair of black silk boxers, and a bottle of gold puff paint.  The paint was used to write “Duel King” across the front of the band in an attempt to personalize and “make” the piece of clothing his.  It was not enough.  To make the underwear his own the poltergeists insisted that he had to wear them, for at least an hour.

Yami, resigned to his fate, headed to the one place he would be able to do that.  The chatroom was a special place, a magical link between worlds and realities, and something about the ambient energies allowed him to be as visible and tangible as the living.  So he sat for an hour on one of the many couches, the too-big boxers pined in place in case he wanted to get up and walk around.  Yami did not feel like moving much.  It did not help that he was required to have witnesses to this embarrassment, so Dragon and Yugi sat on either side of him, attempting not to laugh, and unable to help themselves from lightly teasing from time to time.

When it was time to remove the unmentionables Yami did not bother to pull them down to step out of.  Letting go of his solid state the underwear fell to the floor as Yami backed away from the hateful thing.  Dragon moved to the computer in the corner and put up the auction.  His Penalty would be paid when someone purchased them.  Yami could not help but wonder what would happen if they never sold...or worse...if they did.

When he got the word that the article of clothing had sold he was with Yugi and Dragon and another friend, Lunnaei.  Dragon was checking the auction and let out a laugh, announcing that the auction was over and there was a single bidder.

“There’s WHAT?!”  Yami was not sure he wanted to know, especially when Lunnaei’s interest was sparked.  Another stipulation to his punishment was that if anybody asked, he was obligated to tell, or let someone else tell.

Lunnaei’s reaction was not exactly what he had been expecting.  When she looked at the site to see the details of the auction she went crimson, face behind her hands.  She was not laughing though, not like he expected her to do.  Yugi and Dragon explained, and that only seemed to make Lunnaei sink farther down into the chair with a mortified groan.  That...worried Yami.

And a few moments later he learned why.  Lunnaei had been the one to purchase the boxers, and for him no less.  The both of them blushing she explained how she had thought of him when she’d seen them, and just could not resist the gag-gift and the reaction they would pull from her friend.  Lunnaei was always fishing for reactions from people, and this was just another chance to do so.  Yami was not sure what to do, he was not sure what to say.  Embarrassment raged within him, the tidal wave of emotions flip flopping from enraged to amused and everywhere in between.  Finally he did the only thing he could do.  He laughed.  Yami laughed long and hard, finally letting go of the whole incident.  What could he do?  It was his pride that had landed him in this humiliating situation and Lunnaei was a friend, she was not out to harm him in any way.  So he just laughed.

His laughter proved infectious and in short time everyone was laughing.  To this day those three little words, Black Silk Boxers, flooded people with memories, and always would.  A part of Yami would always hate those words and the humiliation that came with them, but even he could not help but smile when he heard them.  

So when he walked into the room to see his sister sitting with a frown on her face he knew he had to try something.  He already knew what was wrong, and nothing he did could help, but maybe something he said.  He could not help the small smile as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. 

“Black Silk Boxers.”