A trip to China goes really REALLY bad for one ancient ex-pharoah. He would have been able to overcome it but than Bakura had to be himself and now it's his problem too and Mariks. With an easy fix available will they get through it all despite the hormones and rampant jealousy? Probably. But it'll be funny in any case.
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Troubles That Never Cease
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Chapter 1
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He didn't breath. Though he supposes that didn't really mean much as he didn't necessarily need to breath to begin with; even in the current form he was in. The very act of breathing, something that every living being (for the most part) did without a conscious effort- well, for him, it was just habit. That and people would give him weird looks when he didn't. For some reason it was something people didn't miss. He had to actually think about breathing. He was like a dolphin in that respect. Though if he decided not to, he wouldn't die of asphyxiation. See, he was one of three special beings that basically defied the- know what? He was getting off topic.
Right, so he didn't breath.
In fact, he didn't even blink. He moved not a single muscle. He was statuesque in his unmoving. To move a muscle would break that single thread keeping him together. To any onlooker it would have been down right freaky. Yes, even his inner circle would find his current state unnerving. And it wouldn't just be because he was staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror- looking like someone had frozen time in his little section of floor space.
His eye twitched.
"KYAAAAAAHHH! ! !" He screamed for all he was worth. Head thrown back, arched until he was practically staring at the ceiling, arms curled, hands clenched into fists- this was going to be biblical. All he needed to complete this image of horrific rage was storm clouds and lightening. But the forecast for clear blue sunny skies were having none of it. That had been yesterday. He'd just have to settle for the early morning dawn.
When the scream ended the tri-haired teen stared at his reflection with such utter shock and horror that it had morphed his face into a look that had never before made an appearance. As if some deranged and psychotic killer- whom had killed and plundered in the most depraved of ways- had proposed they pillage the land together and live happily ever after. It took a lot to get this particular look on his face. Hell, he hung around Bakura and Marik- Marik- for christ's sake! They never managed to bring such a look to his face and they proposed the same damn thing! He even enjoyed it dammit!
This was saying something.
"Yami! What's with the screaming? Is something wrong? Open the door." His shorter counterpart's concerned but muffled voice called from the other side of the door. He dropped the stance he'd been stuck in since the scream. Yes even through his perusal of his current state, he had moved nothing but his eyes.
"Uh- nothing!" He called back in as deep a voice he could manage. Frantically- some would have even said desperately- he searched the small lavatory. Looking for something other than the pathetic towel to cover himself. Not that he was naked.
"I don't believe you. You sounded about ready to kill someone and it's only five in the morning." Yugi reasoned. The concern still audible in his tone as he wriggled the door knob.
"I don't know what you're talking about Aibou, I didn't scream." he spoke as confidently as he could with the towel muffling his voice. Thank god it was clean.
"Why do you- you know what? Fine. I didn't hear anything. Everything is fine. Now open the damn door and let me in." Uh oh. Yugi was getting his assertive voice on. Dropping the towel he unlocked the door.
"Fine." He relented disappearing just as Yugi yanked the door open at the admission. The shorter teen barely even got a glimpse of his darker half.
(Why did you go back in your soulroom?) He asked, trying not to sound demanding. He set his clothes on the counter top as he readied himself for a shower.
(( I was-uh… naked.)) Yami replied before closing the mind link. Yugi wanted to pester. He really did. Especially after that scream. It had even woke grandpa- and he was a heavy sleeper. But he decided to let it go for the time being. He'd ask later.
Not like Yami could hide in the puzzle forever. He'd get bored.
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Domino, Japan
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In the back alleys of this fair city, you could always expect something to be going on. Be it gang-related, homeless-related, or even just animal-related. For this particular section, of this particular day, it was just not happening. No sound except the rustling of loose paper fluttering around with the breezy day they were having. In fact, if you listened- you'd hear the wind making that 'wooing' sound.
'wooo...'
See?
Two blurs rounded the corner destroying whatever semblance of peace this particular alley had been having that morning. A rumbling engine and screeching tires sounded a little ways down from whence they came. Indicating that yes, this pair of hoodlums were indeed in as much trouble as the speed they were running warranted.
Though you couldn't really tell with the way they spoke to each other.
"Why did the Pharaoh have to go with the shrimp to China?" A raspy irritated voice asked- more like he whined but the blonde didn't want to say anything (too many arguments came from the accusation as it were)- as he ran along side his partner in crime (who was the blonde). Both were currently running from loud blaring sirens that were apart of a particular vehicle that lighted up red and blue.
"I think it had something to do with the fact he was hanging around us too much." The blonde replied with the same, if not darker, tone of voice. As much as he wanted to, reminding Bakura that Atem would be back later that day wouldn't in fact make him easier to deal with. He knew from experience. This is why he didn't give his fellow spirit the opening he wanted to breach the subject. He tried not to smirk when he saw the shadow of a pout on his companion.
"Well, we have been-watch out for the KITTEN!" The Tomb-Robber screeched out, cutting of whatever admission he'd been about to make. The warning came too late. Half a second later, the Tomb-Keeper was sent flying head over feet over the fluffy stray and tumbling unto the dirty cement in an undignified heap next to a dumpster. His foot had fallen into a pothole.
"Marik! Now is not the time to sit on that fine ass of yours!" Bakura hollered as he ran passed the disgruntled spirit. Oh, as soon as the opportunity hit the blonde was going to get back at him. If it hadn't been for that crazy shout he wouldn't have wiped out in the first place. The damn git knew it too. Shaking his head cutely, he spotted the car that had been chasing them for the passed hour. Getting up he caught up to the other spirit in a flash. Literally.
"Why the hell doesn't he call for back up!" He wondered aloud as they turned right. With the state of the car, any sane man would have given up long ago. Now that he thought about it, the cop should have called for back up as soon as they started running- Hell seeing as it had them would had pulled the heist he should have called it in on principle.
Dragging in breath he didn't necessarily need to breath in Bakura shrugged, not bothering to see if Marik caught the motion or not. Inwardly, the blonde was thinking about the seemingly unending maze they'd run into. Not really annoyed to see that the alley's they've been running down were big enough for the car to go through (seeing as that was half the fun)- but more then a little impressed at the amount of alley Domino had at it's disposal. You'd have never thought it walking street side.
"It probably has something to do with the reward out for those who can catch us in the act!" Bakura answered after a moment of them just running. It was almost therapeutic- the running that is. Maybe there was something to the whole being chased-by-whomever, and Ryou hadn't just been talking out of his ass trying to get him to stop his wicked ways. He put that thought on a back burner as he jumped over a resting hobo, he'd mention it later and see what Marik thought about it. "Hey! You should get out of the way Mister!"
Ignoring the fact that the thief just saved some homeless guy from getting killed Marik grabbed for something to say in the suddenly awkward silence. Well if you could ignore blaring cop sirens- it was pretty darn silent. He heard from Malik that Ryou had put some rule down that had Bakura being nice to three different strangers each day. Seeing as it was only six, Bakura must be starting early. The silence going on longer then was comfortable he spewed the next thing to come to him. Which happened to be about the cops.
"You couldn't tell there was still a reward for our capture with this one car, eh?" He chuckled giving a side glance before the chuckle suddenly died with his mirth at their situation. He'd just given Bakura the damn opening he was waiting for. If you could slump whilst running for ones life- Marik did it. It was too early for one of Bakura's tantrums.
"That's because the stupid blasted Pharaoh isn't here!"
"They noticed?" Marik muttered sarcastically. He actually wouldn't put it passed them. In their gang of three, Atem had managed to become their mastermind. The authorities had definitely noticed. Turning another corner he felt his heart lurch.
"Dead end!"
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Plane
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(Okay, what's the problem?) Yugi thought as he finally managed to force the mindlink open. (You haven't spoken since the bathroom incident.) he added. Yami said nothing but he could definitely sense discomfort and even embarrassment. (Yami?)
((Ugh- okay. I'll-uh... I'll tell you.)) Ten minutes had gone by before his friend had cracked. Right on the dot. Yugi grinned.
(Take your time.) He replied as he typed out his message to Jounouchi.
((Um, about that… okay, the best way to go on with this… is to show you.)) Yami replied after only a moment.
The hikari waited patiently. He remembered the scream from this morning and suddenly stopped typing. Yami had been just fine last night. To bring on that sound this something had to be big. Sighing, he stared at his nails. He was after all a nail biter and he wanted to see if he would be needing any for this… development. He had a feeling he did. He'd never been proven more right.
((Brace yourself.)) his yami muttered.
Yugi stared mouth slack jaw at the sight before him.
((Aibou, this would be a nice time to say something.)) The spirit stated nervously as he shut the boys mouth.
(Um, well… this is new. What happened?) Yugi would fully admit he failed terribly in hiding his shock. He was even getting stares from the person across from him. He might have made a small sound.
((Remember that restaurant we went to- when your grandpa was going shopping?)) Yami disappeared into the puzzle, seeing that his current state was distracting the younger,
(Ya, that old lady was really nice.) Yugi replied after a moment to regain his senses. He returned to his laptop. Trying for a semblance of normal. Yami sounded a bit skittish.
((Well-when-I-was-going-to-the-washroom-she-cornered-me-and-blew-this-stuff-in-my-face.))
(What, does this have to do with how you are now?) The hikari asked as he sent his e-mail to Jou. Getting a feeling of distress he emitted a sense of comfort. (Don't worry. I didn't mention anything about you.)
Yugi could practically hear his pout.
((Well, after that, she said something about it helping me in my love life. I didn't really listened to her much after that. The stuff made me smell like flowers and it sparkled and it made me itchy- I sent her to the shadow realm.))
(YAMI!)
((She freaked me out!)) The pharaoh defended. ((Trust me. If I knew this was going to happen I would have wrung her little neck and demand-))
(Yami.)
((But I didn't because I didn't know.))
(Still…) Yugi sighed (Can you get her back? I mean, how are we going to hide this? Your not exactly fighting with the other yami's.)
((Finding her may be a small problem. But I could do it. If the Shadow Realm hasn't rendered her moo-MY GOD! What am I going to do! It's going to be horrible. They'll never let this die.)) For a moment, Yugi thought that Bakura and Marik finding out wouldn't have been a problem. If he'd been a betting man, he would have lost.
(I think I have an idea, but we're going to have to call in outside help.) He offered as the thoughts he was getting from Yami became discernible.
((There is no way in HELL your getting Anzu!))
Yugi smiled, already typing up a message.
(Don't worry… I have some one else in mind)
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A/N
This story has always made me laugh. It's just on the right side of crack, yeah? I found that it needed a little sprucing up. So that's what I'm going to do. Here's the first revised chapter. The next one shall be put up sometime tomorrow... er- later today.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and will continue reading on even though the following chapters are unedited.
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Review it. Favorite it. Alert it. C2 it. Do what you will, as long as you do something.
Ken.
