Kitty does not own YuGiOh.
That Saturday Part One: The Amusement Park
What is this feeling of insecurity and fear that has suddenly come over me? Why do I now feel so anxious and nervous and... terrified at the sound of nine simple words? I'm not sure. But it all started when Bakura sat down at the kitchen table this morning, a cup of coffee in his hands and a teasing smirk on his face, and said, "Ryou, dear, we're going to the amusement park today!"
Yikes. Wasn't expecting that.
"We're what?!" I squealed helplessly as Bakura promptly stood and began tying me to my seat. Wow, that certainly made me feel comfortable and special. I fidgeted nervously in my bindings and tried to read Bakura's face as he stared at me. Yep...Smug smirk as always. I sensed amusement in his eyes. That's certainly disturbing, yet not at all surprising. He's always amused with my discomforts. To which I find offensive, but hey, hurting my feelings never seemed to sway his actions before, why be any different this day?
Bakura finally grew bored with staring at me, (watching me squirm helplessly as he would say) and soon got up to phone his cronies (a.k.a. Malik and Mariku). Hey now, don't get me wrong, Malik is a nice guy once you get to know him. A bit creepy, a tad diabolical, (and let's not forget that whole world domination ordeal), but he holds a special place in my uh, heart. Mariku, on the other hand, well he just creeps the monkeys out of me. And no, I'm not implying anything by that phrase...
Finally, Bakura was finished with his phone call, a.k.a. invitation of terror, and skipped over to me merrily. Yes folks, Bakura skips on his best of days, and yes, I know, it creeps me out too. In any case, he skipped over to me, grinning like a moron and sat back down in the chair next mine, not bothering to untie my bindings may I add. "Mariku and Malik are coming over," he says. Obviously. I'm not deaf as he may think. But usually when Bakura tells me that we're going out, even if it's to the grocery store, he happens to invite his little pals. Now you may think that I'm just making a mountain out of a molehill, but as if Bakura isn't dangerous enough without provocation, he with two of his buddies is like Armageddon! Seriously!
"Bakura, as of now, I'm disliking you very much a lot," I sigh. Ra, just damn me now and I'll be a good little boy. I friggin' swear.
Bakura just smiles sweetly at me as he rises from his seat and stoops down next to where I've been tied down. "That's okay, Sweetcheeks, because you didn't really have any say in the matter, now did you?" he purrs, patting my cheek lightly. All I can do is glower at him in my defense. Being tied to a kitchen chair sucks monkey. "Friggin' lecher," I mutter under my breath as he begins to untie me.
"Yeah, you wish, Daisy-Cakes," he chuckles as he sets me free. He sure has some odd nicknames for me. I wonder if he actually makes up lists of them for entertainment. I don't know, but it seems possible. It's most definitely not out of character. Thus, my pondering was brought short as rabid beeping began to sound outside of my home.
"They're here," I twitched and was once again rendered defenseless as Bakura laughed evilly and hoisted me over his shoulder, kicking and screaming to the car waiting outside.
Oh my dear Ra. I'm going to hell.
To Be Continued...
That Saturday Part One: The Amusement Park
What is this feeling of insecurity and fear that has suddenly come over me? Why do I now feel so anxious and nervous and... terrified at the sound of nine simple words? I'm not sure. But it all started when Bakura sat down at the kitchen table this morning, a cup of coffee in his hands and a teasing smirk on his face, and said, "Ryou, dear, we're going to the amusement park today!"
Yikes. Wasn't expecting that.
"We're what?!" I squealed helplessly as Bakura promptly stood and began tying me to my seat. Wow, that certainly made me feel comfortable and special. I fidgeted nervously in my bindings and tried to read Bakura's face as he stared at me. Yep...Smug smirk as always. I sensed amusement in his eyes. That's certainly disturbing, yet not at all surprising. He's always amused with my discomforts. To which I find offensive, but hey, hurting my feelings never seemed to sway his actions before, why be any different this day?
Bakura finally grew bored with staring at me, (watching me squirm helplessly as he would say) and soon got up to phone his cronies (a.k.a. Malik and Mariku). Hey now, don't get me wrong, Malik is a nice guy once you get to know him. A bit creepy, a tad diabolical, (and let's not forget that whole world domination ordeal), but he holds a special place in my uh, heart. Mariku, on the other hand, well he just creeps the monkeys out of me. And no, I'm not implying anything by that phrase...
Finally, Bakura was finished with his phone call, a.k.a. invitation of terror, and skipped over to me merrily. Yes folks, Bakura skips on his best of days, and yes, I know, it creeps me out too. In any case, he skipped over to me, grinning like a moron and sat back down in the chair next mine, not bothering to untie my bindings may I add. "Mariku and Malik are coming over," he says. Obviously. I'm not deaf as he may think. But usually when Bakura tells me that we're going out, even if it's to the grocery store, he happens to invite his little pals. Now you may think that I'm just making a mountain out of a molehill, but as if Bakura isn't dangerous enough without provocation, he with two of his buddies is like Armageddon! Seriously!
"Bakura, as of now, I'm disliking you very much a lot," I sigh. Ra, just damn me now and I'll be a good little boy. I friggin' swear.
Bakura just smiles sweetly at me as he rises from his seat and stoops down next to where I've been tied down. "That's okay, Sweetcheeks, because you didn't really have any say in the matter, now did you?" he purrs, patting my cheek lightly. All I can do is glower at him in my defense. Being tied to a kitchen chair sucks monkey. "Friggin' lecher," I mutter under my breath as he begins to untie me.
"Yeah, you wish, Daisy-Cakes," he chuckles as he sets me free. He sure has some odd nicknames for me. I wonder if he actually makes up lists of them for entertainment. I don't know, but it seems possible. It's most definitely not out of character. Thus, my pondering was brought short as rabid beeping began to sound outside of my home.
"They're here," I twitched and was once again rendered defenseless as Bakura laughed evilly and hoisted me over his shoulder, kicking and screaming to the car waiting outside.
Oh my dear Ra. I'm going to hell.
To Be Continued...