Chapter 2 - A Nice, Civilised talk
"Go put your top on," Bakura said to his Yami as he scurried towards the door. "I'd finished it anyway," Yami Bakura complied, wandering back into the kitchen where his t-shirt was. Bakura, unaware that his Yami still had scissors, opened the front door, expecting his five friends, even though they were rather early. Instead, however, he was greeted by just Yugi and Yami - and a large pair of black, prehistoric bat wings attached to the latter of the visitors.
Bakura hurried them inside.
"Can you explain this?" Yami asked once the Yugis had been settled into the sitting room. Yami Bakura was still in the kitchen. "If I grew wings, did Yami Bakura also?"
Bakura opened his mouth to speak, but was cut very short when there was an evil laugh in the kitchen, followed by a crash and some annoyed curses in a variety of languages. The omote rushed out into the kitchen, fearing the worst.
However, the worst wasn't around today. Instead, Yami Bakura was manically waving the scissors he'd stolen around, knocking things of shelves and laughing, well, manically. His large wings weren't helping.
"Yami!!!!!" Bakura yelled, dragging him off to his bedroom, then slamming the door shut and locking it. Since Yami Bakura had got his own body, Bakura had been forced to install locks on all the doors in the apartment.
With Yami Bakura safely locked away, Bakura was able to continue his conversation with Yugi and Yami.
"He had angel wings," Yami said, attempting not to sound put out. Yugi was also confused.
"I would have thought that my Yami would have the bat wings, since he's the darker of the two," Bakura mused. "And if our Yamis both have wings, does that mean that Yami Malik also has wings?" Yugi looked a bit surprised at the last question. He hadn't thought about Yami Malik.
"I'm not sure," Yami answered. "Whilst he is a Yami, there are still large differences between us and him. For instance, we are both ancient spirits, but Yami Malik isn't."
"Although we should still check," Yugi offered. "Malik might know something we don't," Bakura nodded and went into the hall to get the phone. A moment later, there was a soft click and Yami Bakura came into the sitting room.
"What?! You were supposed to be locked in your room!" Yami exclaimed. Yami Bakura rolled his eyes.
"Oh come on, Pharaoh. What kind of thief can't pick a lock?" Yami Bakura replied, as if it was obvious. Well, it was obvious, but still. Yami narrowed his eyes, annoyed.
Bakura came back with the phone, already dialling Malik's number. He put the phone on speaker mode, and set it down on the table.
There was a click as one of the Ishtals picked up the phone. It was Malik.
"Hullo?"
"Hi, this is Bakura, Yami Bakura, Yugi and Yami on the phone," Bakura replied, sitting down.
"You're all on the- ouch! Dammit gerroff!-phone? How'd you do that?"
"It's set on speaker mode, fool." Yami Bakura said.
"Oh."
"Um.. Malik, has your Yami grown wings?" Yugi asked, a little hesitant.
"No, should he have done?" Malik was understandably confused.
"Well, we did," Yami cut in. Bakura was about to speak, but suddenly there was a surprised yell and the sound of something -the phone- clattering to the floor. After a few moments of scuffling and background noise no one could really understand, Malik managed to pick the phone up again.
"What happened?" Bakura asked, since Yami Bakura seemed to be pretending he didn't care.
"He just did," Malik said gravely, and the tomb robber burst out laughing. "Hey!" Malik retorted angrily. "What gave you the right to laugh at me?"
"Nothing, I just can't take you seriously when you're serious."
"Anyway…" an impatient Yami broke up the verbal over-the-phone battle between the two thieves.
"What kind of wings are they?"
"What do you mean? They're wings," Malik replied.
"I mean, whether they're feathered or bat wings or suchlike," Yugi quickly explained before Yami Bakura could whip up a snide comment about Malik. For now, the thief was reduced to merely snickering at his 'friend'.
"Oh," Malik said, "They're like bird wings… Golden-yellowey-brown colours,"
"How uninteresting," Yami Bakura said. "I was hoping they'd be butterfly wings or something," There was a disgruntled "Hey!" from the background - Yami Malik. More scuffling ensued, and then Yami Malik shouted into the phone.
"Listen here, Yami Bakura! Just because I'm on the other side of the globe doesn't mean I can't send you to the shadow realm!" He yelled, making Yugi cover up his ears. Yami Bakura raised one eyebrow. There was some more yelling, although not into the phone, and Malik regained contact.
"Evil buggers," He said, talking to both Yami Bakura and his own Yami.
"At least I'm not an idiot,"
"Guys? We're trying to have a nice, civilised talk here. Bicker somewhere else," Bakura said.
"Civilised? Malik?" Yami Bakura said.
"Nice? Yami Bakura?" Malik said.
"Don't make me send you to your room again," Bakura said, realising how motherly he sounded, but he didn't really care. There was a snicker from the phone, but at least Yami Bakura shut up, but not before grumbling that he could just pick the lock in seconds anyway.
"Anyway," Malik said, "What kind of wings are yours, then?"
"Bat wings," Yami answered. "Yami Bakura's are white and fluffy," There was a pause, and then downright laughing.
"Fluffy? Ha! That's precious! You gotta send me some pictures!"
Yami Bakura folded his arms, disgruntled.
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Yaay! Second chapter up! I hope this wasn't too boring, 'cus it was just a talk on the phone and stuff. I tried to make Yami Bakura act less OOC, but it's hard ;;
