Things that go Bump in the Night

Chapter 2~ Curse of the Monsters

I had gone to sleep at one in the morning, so I was rather irked when I was woken again at three-thirty by doors slamming open and closed shortly after.

Until I realized that it was the non-cosplaying trio, which caused me to jump up before the banging reached my room.

Since I had no life, I used my time to draw. So I had several hundred pictures of Marik, Mariku, Ryou, Bakura, Yuugi, Yami, even Kaiba! If they saw these, I would die of embarrassment.

So, I chose the martyrs' path and walked out of my room… probably to my doom. Bakura was obviously pissed. I could see it in the way that he slammed the door to my brother's room. As he grabbed the doorknob to my parents' room, I threw a chess piece from the near bye chess board. (They are the only things that I can aim with for some strange reason, and they do hurt quite a bit.) It hit him on the temple and made a strange thudding noise, clearly showing that his head wasn't hollow, as I had first expected.

He growled and swung his head my way as I prepared to throw another piece; a knight. "No one is allowed to go in there, it's my parents' room," I growled, already getting upset just seeing someone disrupt their room. Ever since my parents' death, my brother (when he was home) and I never opened the door.

It brought back too many memories…

He didn't pry anymore, which I was thankful for, but he then yanked me by the hair to the downstairs where he then yelled to both of the other Egyptians that he had- and I quote- found the "lying traitorous bitch of a girl." Of course, I bit his hand after that.

The only thing that kept him from injuring me seriously was the arrival of the others.

Marik stalked up to me and pouted in my face. I spit right in his, and he fell back on his butt. From behind me, Bakura snickered quietly.

"Are you PMSing or something? First, you are a dick, and then you go and start cracking up!"

"I could ask you the same question," he retorted.

"I haven't been laughing maniacally so…" I stuck my tongue out at him. Yatem grabbed me from him before he could rip me apart.

"You locked us in a damn closet! What is your problem?" Bakura hissed.

"Now now, Fluffy. Be calmed by the sound of my voice," Marik interjected, rubbing his cheek on Bakura's face. Marik was suddenly flying across the room.

"I guess I can beat you up instead," Bakura said. Marik skittered behind the couch I had resided on the previous morning. Yatem and I stood right next to the place where he hid.

"This is ridiculous! Just quit it already!" I cried, irritated.

"Well, you did lock us in a closet," Yatem mentioned, unnecessarily.

"You guys just appeared in my house! I don't trust you enough to roam around while I sleep!" Yatem seemed to ponder this, before nodding in understanding.

"I can see that," he finally said.

"So, is she cool?" Marik asked, squinting at me. Yatem nodded and Marik came over and hid behind me. "Protect me from the fluffy demon."

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me. Bakura looked pissed and said, "I'm going outside." He stepped over towards the door. At this point, he was still wearing his red coat-like piece of clothing and his blue man-skirt.

"Dressed like that? You'll get mobbed by girls who want to look," I coughed "molest," and Bakura glared at me, "at someone with an eight pack like that!" I made clicking sounds with my tongue and shook my head.

Grabbing his wrist, I pulled him up to my brother's room and, searching through the closet, I picked out the first two things that I found. They happened to be a neon pink shirt, and olive shorts. (Whoever said all girls know fashion is a liar.) Bakura threw the clothes aside and grabbed a red muscle shirt and jeans. (I never even knew that my brother owned a shirt like that until just now.)

"Fine, whatever." I put my hands up in defeat, and turned around to leave.

As almost an afterthought, I turned back around and snatched up Bakura's hair in a ponytail.

I waited in the hallway, leaning against the door. So focused on my thoughts was I that I didn't even notice when the door was pulled inwards and before my brain could tell me to stand the frig up, I had fallen backwards and landed ungracefully on the floor in some sort of awkward back-flop.

For a moment, everything was quiet as Bakura and I stared blankly at each other. He then began laughing so loud that I was almost sure the neighbors would have to come over and investigate the origin of the sound.

I heard someone rush up the stairs and I sat up, crossed my arms, and pouted. Yatem rushed into the room that we were inside, and immediately relaxed.

"What?" I asked.

"He didn't kill you," he said unexpectedly.

"Uh… no! He didn't!" I put in, before frowning. "Why would you have thought he had killed me?"

"Oh, Marik and I heard him laughing and thought something had happened," he mumbled.

Bakura snorted. "Something did happen, Umbrë did the worm."

"I did not! I just fell because you didn't give any warning when you opened the door!"

"I didn't think I had to give warning first. It's your fault for leaning against the damn door!" he yelled back.

"Well at least I don't have white hair!" I screeched back.

"At least I don't have grey eyes!" he retorted.

"But… you do," I commented.

"It's not important," he told me, crossly. I blinked and looked back at Yatem, who shrugged.

"Have you ever looked in a mirror?" I questioned, looking over him, noting how dirty he was. "Or for that matter, ever had a bath?" I scrunched up my nose and sniffed in disdain.

"No," he deadpanned. "Problem?"

"Kind of. You smell like my brother when he comes home, and trust me. That is not a good thing."

"Ah, but does your brother have these?" He flexed his deltoids.

"Gods, I hope not. I wouldn't want to have to protect him from fangirls too!" He did something that looked oddly similar to a pout, which- even though it looked funky on his face- made me laugh.

"So, you mess up my appearance and make me wear… this." He gestured to his clothes. "But you do nothing to the Pharaoh or the Tomb Keeper. Brilliant, Umbrë," Bakura stated, rolling his eyes.

"How the hell do you know my name?" I cried, recalling that we were never 'introduced.' Bakura stared at Yatem. "Right, should've guessed. Aaaaanyway, thank you, Bakura, for reminding me."

"Not a problem," he muttered, smirking as I did one of those slow, evil walks that villains do in movies, towards Yatem.

Then I glomped him, and out of shock, he fell over. After that, I quickly yanked off my sock and wrapped it around his head, covering his eyes.

"Umbrë? What are you doing?" Yatem wondered nervously. In response, I laughed evilly and started down the stairs to where I kept my hair accoutrements.

Since he was blindfolded, halfway down the stairs, he tripped and we rolled together down the stairs. "GRAAAAAHH!" I yelled, before throwing Yatem off of me and angrily dragging him into the bathroom. I slammed the door behind me.

"Please don't hurt me," Yatem murmured. I laughed evilly again, and the lights in the bathroom flicked ominously just as the sound of thunder was heard. From inside the shower, a grand piano was heard, playing seemingly of its own accord. A bearded face popped out of the shower and started speaking in rapid Spanish.

I had no idea what he said, but I nodded like I did and said, "Good job, I'll call you if I need you again!" I made a 'call me' gesture with my hand- my thumb near my ear and pinky near my mouth.

"Qué?" he asked, before I walked over and slid the curtain shut.

"Anyway, back to your hair…" I paused, thinking about all the horrors I could put him through. I grinned and chuckled before grabbing some scissors and beginning to cut his hair.

~Hours Later~

I opened the door, only to find the adjoining living room completely barren. "Guys? Hellooo?" Yatem walked out, his hair now without the red tips, or golden bangs, swept back in a fashion that was reminiscent of Elvis. "Yatem, I think they ditched us."

"Your neighborhood is screwed," he replied, simply.

I sighed, "I know."

We walked to the kitchen where we suited up in our psychopath-finding gear. I had a colander on my head, and as a weapon, I held a spatula.

Yatem was dressed similarly, except he had a plastic drainer instead of my metal one, and he wielded a whisk.

We searched a bit more, to be absolutely positive that they weren't hiding before we stepped outside, to discover utter chaos. "I think they discovered the Monsters," I said, my voice becoming hoarse.

"What monsters?" Yatem wondered.

"They're highly caffeinated drinks. We're going to have two hung-over psychos tomorrow."

Yatem groaned. "They're bad enough already."

"I know; and if they found Monsters, they're going to be unstoppable." Seeing no other options, I was forced to ask Yatem one of the most horrifying things I've ever done. "Want to see a movie?"

Yatem just stared at me, until I felt uncomfortable and started shuffling my feet. "Sure," he finally said.