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.” 

Forgive me.  I feel the urge to take a moment to be a dork because Shawn did.  Shawn is one of the radio hosts of the station I listen to in the morning on my way to work.  Shawn and Sterling.  Nice thing is, it’s a /music/ station...no commercials, no real talking.  The “talking” you get are these two joking around with each other, sharing random tidbits of info (about themselves or just general stuff...like yesterday Shawn broke Sterling’s brain with the fact that there is no real “Full House” house in San Francisco...), and maybe a minute or two of time to share some current events in the world (and I do mean only a minute or two).

So this morning...this is what Shawn decided to share with us.  Today is 7/8/09.  So at 12:34:56 the day will be 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9.  Okay, so that’s only if you take out the 0’s.  If that’s how you wanna be, then today at 4:05:06 it’ll be 04 05 06 07 08 09. =D This kind of thing only happens once every, like...100 years he said.  Dunno if that’s really the case, but I like to be a dork and this was quite dorky, so. XD  There you have it. =3

Me: *happily munching on breakfast*

Breakfast: *NO!!  NO!!!!  AHHHHHHHH!!!!!! – hops off fork in an attempt to escape and survive – tumbling down shirt and leaving chocolaty Nutela spots on light green-ish shirt*

Me: Ah!  T~T *cleans as best she can....then finishes eating breakfast*

Breakfast: *..........poopy....*

*some hours later*

Me: *happily scooping down lunch*

Lunch: *MURDERER!!!  YOU ATE MY BROTHER!!!! – leaps out of spoon to leave a drippity mess down the front of the light green-ish shirt ~ Hahahahah!!  Sweet revenge!!!*

Me: *doesn’t notice*

Lunch: *H-hey!!  Hey dummy!!!  Spots....on your shirt?  Hel~lo~o~o!!!  ~ .................pouts*

Me: *goes to wash out bowl a while later.......and notices shirt*  T~T  /Why/?

Pocket!Yami: ..............If you only knew..... *glad he doesn’t have to eat......shudders*

Me: *heads to answer call of nature....*

Noise: *sounds like there’s something in the ceiling over the bathrooms that’s thrashing about in an attempt to break free and feast on the blood of nature answering humans Rawr!*

Me: =S....*eyes on ceiling as she heads in......quickly does her business, washes up and scurries out*

Noise: *BANGBANGSHAKEBANGTHUDBOOM*

Me: !D=  *hurries back to desk*  Who did you piss off this time?

Pocket!Yami: *was loving on the Toku (little butterfly winged dragon, her name is Feili).*  Huh?  Me?

Me: Yeah you.  You’re the one that all the scary stuff comes after. >S;;

Pocket!Yami: O,o....*that’s...his namesake actually, but...*  What happened?

Me: I think there’s a monster in the ceiling over the bathrooms.

Pocket!Yami: *crosses his arms and makes a face*  Lunnaei...

Me: You think I’m joking.  The ceiling is making noises like something is trying to break out!

Pocket!Yami: I think it’s highly unlikely that the ceiling is ma—

Robert: *supervisor walks by*  I just keep thinking it’d be a fitting way for me to go.  Ceiling collapses in the bathroom and....

Louise: *co-worker laughs*  Yeah, it sounds pretty awful, that’s for sure, like something’s trying to break through or something.

Robert: Yeah.  Can you imagine the panic? *amused by this thought*

Louise: ....Can we go home before we find out?

*the head into the hall and can no longer be heard*

Pocket!Yami: *snaps mouth shut and gives me a wide-eyed “wtf?!” look*

Me: *triumphant smirk*  Told ya so...

Okay...for those that may not know there’s a big scare over “swine flu” right now.  California Governor has issued a “State of Emergency” announcement for the state and other states have been effected as well, though the most sever cases have been in Mexico.  Schools are closing down, people are panicking and getting tested for every little sneeze (it /is/ spring people, you /could/ just have allergies), clinics are running out of supplies /to/ test.....etc, etc, etc.   

Swine flu is an animal flu...basically meaning, usually only animals get it, specifically pigs.  And it’s transferred from live pigs (so eating pork, unless you’re allergic to it, isn’t gonna hurt you).  No one’s sure yet how people first got it, or why or how it’s spreading from human to human. 

With that said....when I saw this I just had to laugh....and cringe. >,o   Eeew.....^,^;;;

( Clicky for the piccy )

((*feels geeky for having a name for her little bits of silliness* XD))

Me: *opens door to office to go back to her desk*

Door: *~Wait!!  I love you!!* *grabs arm*

Me: *squeaks as the handle catches her arm.....rubrubrub*

Rachel: *(co-worker)*  You okay?

Me: ....Yeah....the door caught my arm...*rubrubrubs the sore spot* *goes back to desk*

Door: *~Noooo!!  Wait!!!  T^To  Come ba~ack!*

Me: *reaches desk and sits down, examining the red mark on her arm that’s getting darker*

Pocket!Yami: ......Tell me that thing isn’t calling after you...

Me: Eh?  What thing?

Pocket!Yami: .............................Never mind.....>,>... *disturbed*  You okay?

Me: Yeah....the door grabbed me...

Pocket!Yami: ........Yeeeah.....guessed that....

Me: ????

Pocket!Yami: .....You don’t wanna know...

Me: O,o??