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Chapter 3
Dear Santa,
Yugi said I should make sure to apologize for what’s been dubbed as ‘The Mall Incident’. And I do apologize for hitting the innocent in the Santa suit but that elf had it coming!
He was leering at my Yugi!
No one leers at MY Yugi but me!
That’s why he’s MY Yugi and no one else’s!
Don’t worry though, Yugi made me bring him back, unfortunately.
Er, sorry, didn’t mean to write that.
Now I have a question: What exactly constitutes a ‘good’ boy?
You see, I haven’t really gotten in any significant trouble (aside from ‘The Mall Incident’) but, well, I’m an average teenage male who has been celibate for 5,000 years. Naturally that would make me a bit well… to put it delicately… oh to hell with it; I’ll be frank, a horndog.
Hopefully, you see my dilemma.
Since I cannot truthfully say, one way or the other if I have been good I suppose I’ll just ask and leave the matter of judgment up to you.
I would like Duel Monsters Cards (Grandpa STILL makes me pay for them), scented candles, massage oil, and a restraining order for the thief, Malik, and Marik.
Also, don’t let those three destroy Kaiba’s house at the party.
No one deserves that.
Not even Kaiba.
Signed,
The Almighty Pharaoh Yami
Yami almost felt sorry for Kaiba, then again he felt sorry for anyone who had to face the Terrible Three but fair was fair, and anyone who attended the now traditional Yugi-tachi Christmas party put their names in a lot to host the next one.
Heh heh, the look on Kaiba’s face was priceless.
But still, Yami hoped that Ishizu, Rishid, and Ryo could keep the three in line without Yami’s threat of banishment hanging over them.
Well, Ryo could control Bakura easily enough; just threaten him with no sex (same way Jou convinced Kaiba to host the party in the first place). And Malik, who’s gotten marginally more tolerable, could do the same with Marik, once Ishizu threatened him with manual labor.
Now Kaiba would just have to remove most of his valuables… and he’d be fine.
No need to worry, he was more than capable of handling a little informal gathering of friends.
…Right?
Whoops, almost forgot I started this.