Me: =singing "Play with you" by ICP= That one day I'll get you in my hands...AND I'LL PLAY WITH YOU!
Bakura: Right...I think I'll stay away from you then.
Marik: Same here.
Ayume: O_O what are you two doing here?
Marik: =shrugs= Malik and Ryou got tried of Raven's insaneness so we're here to take their place.
Bakura: Plus we haven't gotten any screen time for awhile!
Me: =smiles= Hi hi!
Ayume: O.o Are you ok?
Me: Yeah...I'm still mad at my teachers but at least I still got one other art class. X3
Marik: Oh yeah, you started school already.
Me: T_T don't remind me.
Bakura: =laughes= Raven doesn't own any of us awesome characters or...=looks at the script= But she owns the two movers cause they're named after her dogs?
Marik: =smriks= Please enjoy, and she's sorry for the late update.
A sigh escaped pale lips as the hands fiddled with the fork that was sticking up from his dinner. If they ever move to a new house, he swears he'll bring more then just microwave Mac and cheese and cans of soda, which he only has a few left.
Bakura groaned poking the cheesy noodle with his fork. He really wasn't a fan of mega cheesy noodles. He only brought it cause Ryou and Malik always ate it when something bad happens, it was their comfort food.
The thief glared at the noodle that stuck to his fork's side. If Ryou let him have his Millennium ring back he would send the factories that make this mess to the shadow realm. Bakura huffed flicking the noodle off and resting his chin on his hand. His white bangs covering the bruise that was left visible on his forehead. That shadow…it was giving him an head ache when he tries to remember it.
"Hey, Fluffy. Aren't you going to eat?" Bakura growled from the nickname and sent a sideways glare at the Keeper. Marik wasn't really a nice eater.
Bakura smirked looking back down on his dinner poking it once again. "No, your face made me lose my appetite." He commented snickering under his breath.
Marik glared at him, licking off the cheese that glued itself on his chin. "Oh ha ha!" He said putting another mouth full of Mac and Cheese in his mouth. "Your just upset cause your little alone timewas cut short." His words sounded like muffles from his stuffed cheeks.
"Whatever." Bakura wasn't himself that moment. Usually when Marik said something like that he would jump at him wrestling on the ground till one of them broken something. But not this time, that dream really shaken him up. And not a lot of things can do that.
He caught his friend's gloomy mood but shrugged it off and helped himself to a third helping of the cheesy noodles. If there's one thing Marik learned from living with the thief was; Never play around with him when he's upset. Expectedly, when Bakura can make anything next to him a deadly weapon. Marik learned that the hard way. Like always.
The tan hikari was clueless on the matter and so was Ryou. But Malik, being the nosy puppy as he is, wants to know what the yami's were whispering about.
"Hey, Bakura!" When the thief lifted his head to his name Malik continued. "What dream is Marik talking about?"
Just from the mention of dream Bakura turned away. The images of his lost desires played so lust filling in his head, but his hikari's body…
He glanced at his hikari. Ryou was looking at him worryingly, was he thinking it's about him? His figure switched from light and angelic to that of the nightmare corpse he saw in his nightmare. The mouth formed some words but only dark mist came from those dead lips. He raised a hand which was nothing but bones and rotten flesh.
Bakura leaned off the side of the table, his hands clamped tightly over his mouth. Crimson eyes closed shut as Bakura shook his head. He wants that image out of his mind. He wanted it gone!
"Bakura are you ok?" He felt the Keeper's hand on his shoulder. Why was he so scared? Is he scared of what would soon happened? No, he plans on not letting it happen. "Bakura!"
The thief shot up knocking Marik's hand off at the same time. Bakura turned his attention to his hikari. Ryou was standing next to his chair, it looked like he was ready to run to his side if Bakura didn't moved.
Marik huffed grabbing Bakura's shoulder again but lightly. "Yo, what's up with you?" He asked.
Bakura shook his head standing up from his chair. "I'll be in the kitchen." He whispered, then walked away. He can't get it out. It was hurting him.
The kitchen wasn't much of a walk as he planned. He was hoping to think it through from the way there. He shook it off and made his way to the sink and switched it on.
Rushing water splashed rapidly along the sliver rim. Droplets shot like rockets and landed on the counter but mostly on Bakura's clothing. He didn't mind though, it was relaxing having cool water on his hot body.
In hand full's, Bakura slashed the cooling tap water on his face. Water dripped from his bangs and down his neck wetting his shirt even more. Again and again he did it. Only if it can wash away that nightmare.
"`Kura?"
The thief stopped all movements and turned around. Through his white bangs he saw more white. Thinking it was only his hair he turned back around splashing more water at himself.
"Bakura!" Bakura jumped swinging right round and spraying some of the water in his waiting hands at the caller. Wish he didn't though.
Ryou squealed holding up his arms from the incoming water. But with his illness, he didn't make it in time. His whole front side was dripping in cold water and falling to the tiled floor where a puddle was forming.
He pouted trying to get some of the water out of his face. "Bakura, why did you do that for?" Ryou whined shivering when a gust of wind from the open window blew on his wet clothing.
"I'm sorry young one!" He closed the window over the sink and headed over to his soaking light. "You surprised me, that's all." He said, looking the hikari up and down. "Your going to catch your death like this. Come." Bakura stood straight up laying a hand on Ryou's shoulder and leading him out of the kitchen and to the stairs.
He was cautious of those steps, but he was more worried about the shivering boy next to him huddling for warm. It might be hard when Bakura gotten his clothes wet, too.
Bakura sighed pushing gently on the small form and making him sit on the bottom step. Ryou looked up at him questionably while his arms hugged him.
"Stay here, I'll grab your bag and you'll change in Malik's room." Bakura instructed, pointing at the second floor.
Ryou nodded and sneezed. "Bless me!" He said giggling from the hairs that tickled under his neck.
Bakura smiled and turned around. He walked down over to the main hall where only his and Ryou's bags were left alone. Marik found his room already, Bakura tsked grabbing the four bags and heading back. "Baka Keeper, he could be nice and brought ours bags upstairs, too." He barked out. After he turned the one corner he blinked. No one listens to him now a days.
"Ryou?" He called out looking for any signs of the little pale teen.
"Bakura!" Bakura looked up seeing Ryou leaning over the railing. His hair dripping wet. "Bakura, I found my room!"
Bakura stared at him and shouted back, "Hey, I told you to stay down here! Your going to get more sick if you keep moving around!"
Ryou pouted and coughed in his hands. When he stopped he smiled down on his yami, his cheeks red from a coming fever. "But they wanted to show me something!"
He blinked, did Ryou say they? "Ryou, who's th-"
"Come on!" Ryou interrupted and vanished from the railing.
Bakura stood there looking at the spot where his hikari was. He shook his head and jumped up the steps by two's. He was having a bad feeling. When he reached the top step he shuttered, it was cold up there. He glanced out the window, the sun's rays were disappearing along the mountains making the sky light up in many colors and the ground turned to a large shadow coming closer to the house, it was all like a great painting.
"Bakura!" The thief turned his attention away from dark lands to the hall where nothing moved but the shadow he casted. His eyes scanned the hallway looking for any sign of his hikari, at last, now was found.
Walking down the hall Bakura peaked into the rooms. All lost their lights from the switch or the door closed him off. He stopped when something caught the corner of his eye. It was in one of the rooms without no source of light. Bakura stood there staring at the room. He dropped the bags and pushed the door lightly. "Hello?" He called out. Even without the dimness of the bulbs, he could make out the silhouette of a person in there walking around.
It stopped and stared at Bakura. "Ryou?" He asked holding out a hand at the figure before him. The dark shape stood there for a second but it, too, held out a hand reaching for Bakura's. A cold wind sent shivers up the thief's spine when it neared him. It's fingers so close to Bakura's, it moved more closer and…
Something tapped his shoulder startling the yami and causing him to fall on the wall. He yelped and glared at the culprit. Of course, it'll be the one those glares aren't meant for.
Ryou pouted withdrawing his hand and holding it close to his chest. "I'm sorry yami, did I scare you?"
Bakura sighed straightening out his wild hair. "No, I was just…looking at something." He said, trying his best to sound believable. "It's nothing really! Just thought you were in there."
The hikari downcast his eyes. "Oh…did they touch you?"
Bakura stood still, his eye's taking a serious look. "No. Why?"
Ryou shook his head and smiled up at him. "It's nothing." He said. Ryou grabbed Bakura's hand and started pulling it. "Come on! I want you to see my room!"
A laugh arose from the thief's throat as he followed the hikari. "Ok, ok. Show me this room of yours."
The hikari giggled dragging the yami passed the Egyptian's room and farther down the hall. It got darker on this end of the hall which made Bakura uneasy. Why would Ryou want his room down this way? He thought as they passed another closed door whispering it's secrets to the unknown wind. And then they stopped, Ryou's smile growing bigger.
"This is my room!" He cheered grabbing the knob and twisting it. The door creaked open slowly letting out a cold breath. Ryou pushed the rest of it open and spread his arms wide open after the lights flicked on. "Welcome to my room."
Bakura blinked his eyes to adjusted to the bright light and stared shook at the room. It wasn't totally bare like Bakura thought. There was a naked bed of course, but his eyes landed on what was painted on the wall.
A great tree was painted on the bare wall. But it wasn't that that shook Bakura, no, it was what kind it was. A weeping willow, young looking, was over the bed as it's long arm like leaves dangled near the head rest wanting to grab hold of the one that made it cry. Little birds were flying above it carrying away something but they were to far away for him to see. He would be still staring at it if his hikari didn't poke him out of it.
"`Kura? What's wrong?" Ryou asked poking his yami again. "Don't you like my room?"
Bakura shook his head and smiled at him. "Sorry, but, are you sure you want this room?"
Ryou nodded and step inside spinning in a circle with his arms held high. "I love this room. It feels like I'm myself again in here." He stopped mid second coughing roughly in his hands.
The thief sighed walking over to him and patted his back. He turned back to the tree and spoke, "I don't know Ryou. That tree is creeping me out."
When the coughing fit ended Ryou choked out a laugh. "Your weird, Bakura. That's just a painting, I don't think the legend applies to that." (1)
"But still…" He turned back to Ryou and sighed. "I don't want you so far away from me. What if you get another attack, or you can't breath, or-" He was silenced from a finger placed on his lips.
Ryou frowned but it slowly grew to a small smile. "Nothing will happen Bakura, you'll get a room next to mine's I already know." He reassured and removed his finger off the yami's lips. "And Malik known's what to do when something happens. Even Marik knows what 9-1-1 stands for now." He tilted his head to the side staring straight at his yami. "And besides, they said they'll watch me."
Bakura blinked, he forgotten about that. "Ryou, who's they?"
The hikari step away from his yami and headed near the door. "Bakura, you forgot the bags." He ignored the question like it wasn't even spoken and floated away with the wind. "I'll get them."
"No, you stay, I'll grab them." Bakura insisted. He already knows he won't be getting an answer out of him anytime soon.
When his presence left the room Ryou giggled. He turned away from the door and skipped up to the tree, his arms folded behind his back as he gazed on the painting. "What a beautiful painting." His smile fell to a sad whimper. "Is it going to be like the legend, like Bakura thought?"
LALALALAFFCAN'TSTOPME!
"Ha, I sunk your battle ship!"
"…Malik, I thought we were playing checkers?"
The Egyptian smirked holding up his red checker piece high in the air. "That's what they all think till I beat them!" He laughed bringing his piece down hard on the board making it flip inward and all the pieces slid to the middle.
Ryou sighed but soon ended up as giggles. His friend never liked losing, so he makes up things and ends it with him ruining the game somehow. If the Egyptian is going to lose; why not lose in style? "Ok, Malik." Ryou stood up dusting off his jeans. "That's the third checker game you crashed already."
Malik smiled jumping to a stand and pushing the red game piece in front of Ryou's face. "Well, they should learn to drive better!"
"How can they drive better with you blocking they're front window?" Ryou shouted snatching the piece and tossing it with the others that loss they're place on the board.
Malik huffed crossing his arms over his chest. He stuck his tongue out at the pale teen. "They can cause they have x-ray vision!"
"There's no such thing!"
"There is in Malik-land! The happiness place on earth!"
"It won't be with you in char-" His words lost they're sound as the coughs attacked his throat. Ryou doubled-over cupping his mouth as he coughed.
Panic washed over his face as Malik jumped down patting the back like Bakura showed him but the coughing didn't stop. It continued to get more heavier and rougher. Ryou choked out cough after cough, tears rode down his red cheeks as his body ached and cried out for the pain to stop. When he couldn't take it anymore Ryou leaned onto Malik's chest trying his best to breath in instead of cough out. His mind was light headed cause of the air lost but it was slowing down.
Seconds ticked by and the room grew in silence. The dark sky outside gloomed over the house. The teens heard the sounds of the music the night played for the shadows of the moon. That's right, night was when they all come out to play.
After a moment Ryou's breathing settled to soft gasps. Malik given up on patting and started making little circles on his back, it seemed to work. His eyes were eyeing the pale body in his arm's worrying. He hated when that happened, but what would it be like if he was the one sick?
With a harsh cough Ryou weakly looked up, his white bangs glued to his forehead from the sweat and tears. His brown orbs clouded over as they stared into lavender. Malik frowned brushing away the wet bangs with a gentle touch. Ryou closed his eyes and leaned into it, cold skin against a fevered head.
"We have to tell Bakura you know." Chocolate eyes shot open. He shook his head and winced from the pain that imprinted in his forehead. "Come on Ry, It sounded like your getting worst, we have to tell Baku-"
"No." A small plea interrupted him. Malik sighed pushing Ryou off his chest and into a sitting position. He pouted rubbing his throbbing his head. When he noticed Malik standing up he grabbed hold of his hand making him bent over. "Please Malik."
Ryou sounded hurt, heck, he was hurt. "Ry…" The chocolate eyes looked pass Malik and stared straight into space. "Ryou?" Malik called again. The hand that held him there fell limp as Ryou's head fell foreword hiding his face behind the white jungle.
Malik blinked. He was starting to get worried again. Malik sat in front of Ryou and rested his arms on his knees while looking for any sign on what's going on.
"Ryou, hiding yourself like that doesn't make me less edger to tell Bakura." He cocked his head to the side. The body was starting to shake and the pale hands grasped hold on the jeans. Malik sat up more, he shook his head and patted the white mess. "Fine, I won't tell but please Ryou…stop crying."
Finally the hiccups were heard, droplets of rain fell on his jeans where his hands made small balls with it.
He wasn't crying cause his body was screaming for him to find pain killers. He was crying cause he doesn't want to make his yami to worry more for him. Bakura means to much to him, he just hates seeing him so sad cause of him. And most of all he was crying cause they were…
"Malik?"
The Egyptian perked up. "Yeah?"
Ryou picked his head up, his eyes covered from his hair but were still partly seen. Amusement were playing in those black orbs. "Do you want to play with me?"
WHAHAHAHA!THELINESOFDOOMSTRIKEAGAIN!
Darkness fallen over the land of the sleeping mortals. The moon's grinning smirk was matched as the Cheshire Cat. Dark clouds floated past the smile making the ground be engulfed by the shadows of claws that search for something to play with. Everything was still and silent, waiting for something to happen. But what was that something suppose to be?…
The wooden floors creaked as the body tried it's best to be quiet in the house fallen under the spell of night. He bitten his lip and froze every step he made. The house was still to new to him, it will be awhile till he can find the spots safe to walk on. His eyes searched his surrounds as he slowed his breathing to hear for any misplaced sounds.
None, all in dreamland where they're suppose to be.
Bakura let out a sigh and blinked away the sleep that were in them with the hand free from the glass of water he held. He couldn't sleep, he was worried that his little light was awake again. The sickness didn't give him a goods night sleep for weeks and the result is shown all over his face when he goes in his room in the morning and seeing him drawing with droopy eyes. Ryou never showed Bakura his drawings, not one since he started showing signs of sickness.
Bakura glanced at the door next to him, Malik's door ornament nailed on already to show it's his property now. A little golden Christmas ornament in the shape of Ra glistened in the moon's light. It's red eyes staring back at Bakura like warning for him to move on.
The thief tsked flicking the plastic Ra making it spin. Bakura walked on, sipping the glass of water with a graceful grin. Cold water felt good on hot nights like this.
He chuckled when he passed the Keeper's room that was one over across from the tan hikari. Marik's snores were clearly loud even though the door was closed and that it was muffling him down. That yami can sleep through anything.
A devilish smirk arose on those pale lips. What an evil idea that formed in his little mind to teach Marik to be more alert at night.
Bakura tipped -toed closer to his door, glass of water gripped tightly in hand. He will be sore in the morning after this is through, but it's worth it to see Marik's surprised face soaking wet.
His fingers encased the metal doorknob and turned it slightly. Bakura was about to push it open when something flicker in the corner of his eye. His attention from his evil plan turned to the light that's shining in the darkness. Someone was awake. His someone.
Curious yet bothered, Bakura stepped away from the snoring room and proceeded down the hall. Ryou, your suppose to be sleep, He thought when he neared the room. Light talking and giggling could be heard making Bakura become as curious as a cat. I gave you your sleeping pills…right?
Bakura thought back, he doesn't remember giving the hikari the pills. Or did he and he forgot. He shrugged taking a quick detour to his room that was across Ryou's and rummaging through his bag for the said pills. Ryou was right…Bakura had his room next to his.
When the little brown bottle was found Bakura popped the top off and turned it over to shake out two little blue pills. He held them to his face, "Did I given them to you yet?" He asked the wind. He shook it off and gotten up.
The cracks around the door was filled in by bright light. The giggling were louder setting Bakura to the conclusion that Malik must have snuck in. Frowning, Bakura set out into the halls standing in the middle eyeing the door cautionary. Just when he was going to grab the knob a new light entered his vision.
Bakura whipped his head down the over end of the hall to see a door wide open and a tan hikari stumbling out yawning. Malik's zombie daze meant one thing…
Who the heck was Ryou giggling with?
Malik turned the lights off in the bathroom and stumbled off to his room. When he opened his door he felt the presence of someone watching him. Malik turned his head lazily and caught eye the thief inches away from the sick angel's room.
Yawning, Malik stretched his arms. "Mornin, Bakura." He said, his arms dropped limped to his sides as he stared at Bakura with clouded, tired eyes.
"Malik, it's midnight." Bakura commented, pointing at the window behind the Egyptian. The sky's dark blanket had new holes in it.
Malik blinked and yawning again he played with his little Ra that was still spinning which way and that. "Oh, that's good." He slowly entered his room with his lavender eyes hidden behind his blonde mess. "But whatever the teacher says, that elephant did ate my homework."
Bakura blinked confusedly as he watched Malik's shadow disappear behind the closed door. He snickered shaking his head. "Maybe, he took the pills." He joked.
It was shorted lived when he heard someone squeaked. Without thinking, Bakura leaned an ear against the door and listened. His hikari's voice could be heard but it sounded like he was playing with someone.
"You spin me right round, baby, right around." The sound of papers being scattered and crushed were soon heard as the hikari's voice sang. "No," He heard Ryou say. "This isn't, Ring Around the Rosy…Ok, how about this one?"
Either Ryou borrowed Malik's I-pod again, or he finally lost it and started hallucinating like the doctor said would happen.
All that was heard now was footsteps moving around the room and Ryou saying something about your funny. So cross out the first guess.
Ryou's giggles came back, and his voice was heard again, "No, I don't know that one. Can you teach it to me?"
Bakura leaned in closer. Who are you talking to, young one? That questioned played like a broken record in his mind, going around and around with that same tone you get tired of listening to.
His mind cut short when he heard his hikari say, "But why are the two dead boys fighting? Aren't they brothers like you said?" Bakura shock his head.
That car ride there, Ryou said something about, two dead boys. Could this be what he meant? Bakura's curiosity got the better of him. He needed to know what was going on in his light's room. His fingers gripped firmly on the doorknob, he gulped and gently turned it not to alert the intruder in his room. (If there was one to begin with.)
"Wait, don't!" That sudden cry got Bakura in a state of worry. With one strong push the door flew open. "No, don't go!"
Bakura stood in shook, Ryou looked at him with one hand extended at the wall facing away from the pale teen. The fingers glazing over the painting on the wall as the willow's leaves looked like hands wanting to grab the only living one.
"Ryou, who were you talking to?" Bakura ordered, just the sight of Ryou wanting to even touch the deadly tree was making him uneasy.
Smiling, Ryou got off the ground and patted the wall. "Them." He put simply like the order didn't faze him.
Bakura glared at the tree then at the hikari with a softer look. "Ryou, who are they?" That question was floating around all day and it still didn't get an answer.
His smile turned to a pout as Ryou looked back at the wall. "You scared them. Now, they won't come back."
"Stop it!" Bakura gripped Ryou's shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes. "Ryou, tell me who are They? Why haven't I seen them?"
Ryou whimpered setting Bakura's body to a guilt trip and let loose the caged angel. The hikari stepped away, his back pressing against the wall. "You can't see them." He spoke out. His chocolate eyes holding sadness and shook from the yami's little outburst.
"And why not?"
Ryou watched carefully as his yami crossed his arms over his chest and scowl at him. He didn't like it when Bakura looked like that, it meant he'll never leave till he gets what he wants, which always happens.
"You can't see them cause…" Ryou's eyes downcast, away from the annoyed crimson ones. "Cause I'm the only one that can see them."
Bakura blinked. "What do you mean?" He asked but moments later he started to chuckle. "Oh, are they your imaginary friends?"
"No! They're real! They only like me cause I'm like them!"
Bakura smirked patting the white mess of hair. He tsked and said, "Ok, they are real. Just don't let them tell you to glue Marik's head to a desk or steal Malik's I-pod again." He laughed as Ryou pouted.
"Stop laughing at them!" Ryou cried out. His hands swatting away the one on his head. "They don't like being laughed at. They do bad things when someone makes fun of them."
Again the yami laughed. He was getting the joke that Ryou laid out. "Fine, Fine. But if they tell you to stay up all night don't blame me when you get a headache in the morning."
"Bakura!"
He had to smile to that. Ryou was so cute when he whines.
Bakura waved his hands in defense. "Ok, just don't get stressed out cause of it." He smirked but he stopped when he remembered why he came in here. "Ryou, are you tired?"
Ryou shook his head. His white bangs hitting against his eyes.
With a sigh, Bakura reached in his pockets taking out the little blue pills and dropping them in Ryou's hands. "Here, I have a glass of water in my room already."
The hikari stared at the pills and at the yami. "You drugging me?"
Bakura laughed, patting Ryou's head again. "You hang with Malik to long. I'll be back, kay?"
The thief left the room without a second reply from the hikari. He entered his room that was a short walk away from his light's and shivered from the unknown chill blowing around the closed up walls when he opened the door. He shook it off for being cause it's night and grabbed the glass of water, it's glass itself was frozen to the touch making Bakura's fingers go numb from it's strange temperature change.
Maybe these are one of those 'bad things' Ryou's pretend friends were talking about? He laughed out loud as he stepped out of his cold room and into the warmth of the halls. Bakura didn't seemed to notice the extra pairs of shadows following him into the other's room.
"Ok, hope you don't mind the water being icy cold." Bakura said as he reentered the room. His eyes glanced away from the glass and to his hikari which was confusing him.
Ryou was looking pass him and to the empty hall. The thief glanced over his shoulder and tsked when he didn't see anything.
"What, is your imaginary friends behind me?" Bakura joked resting a hand on his hip.
The hikari gulped nodding. "Yes, but they look ma-" His words were thrown away when the glass of water was pushed in his face, some of it dripping on his arm.
Bakura grinned forcing the glass in Ryou's free hand that wasn't holding the pills. "I don't care what they're doing, but what your suppose to be doing is taking these pills so you can sleep."
"But, Bakura-"
Bakura frowned pointing at the pills. "Drink, then go to bed." He ordered rapping his own hands with Ryou's and bringing both objects closer to his mouth. "Now, don't make me say it twice."
Ryou shook his head. He and the Egyptians know way to well what happens when Bakura has to say something twice. But Marik doesn't seem to be that fazed of it anymore, even though he gotten a bald spot in the back of his head ages ago cause of that.
Tossing the pills in his mouth, Ryou quickly gulped down the water and sighed out when half of it was gone. "There, done what you said, now can you listen to-"
Bakura shook his head, he pointed at the bed which Ryou whimpered and followed what the yami silently instructed. He couldn't stop glancing at the open door, he saw them. They were mad but Bakura won't listen.
When the hikari jumped into bed Bakura pulled the covers out from under him and over his pale body to his neck. He pushed away the bangs and lightly kissed the hot skin under them. "Good-Night, young one."
His chocolate eyes widen. "Bakura, please-"
Bakura shushed him ceasing the pale angel's cheeks with a steady hand. "What ever your friends are doing, it won't hurt me, remember that. If they aren't real, then they can't harm me." He smiled kissing the tip of Ryou's nose and standing up straight. "I'll see you in the morning. The moving trucks are coming early so we can finally call this place home."
He walked over to the light switch and clicking it off. The room's bright light disappeared into the darkness of night. All that was still visible was the blight white hair that was poking out of the bed. "Good-night." Then he left, closing the door behind him.
Ryou whimpered turning on his side facing the wall. "Good-Night, Bakura." He whispered as he covered his whole head under the safety of his blanket. "I don't want them to hurt you, like they did to the others."
WEEEEEE!HORRORWASHISNAME-O!YEAHFORTHEAWESOMEHORROR!
The bright sun was warm that morning, it's rays burning the skin of the bare Egyptian's back. His forehead wet from sweat as he made his third trip back outside to help carry boxes in. The moving trucks finally came, but they came when the sun peaked over the mountains that surfaced the far corner of the town. That moment meant one thing to Marik, they came Ra damn to early!
"Here, Marik." The Egyptian stiffen from his name. Bakura was helping yeah, but he left all the heavier stuff to him. "These boxes go to Malik's room and the ones on top are for the kitchen." Bakura instructed dumping the boxes in the yami's sore arms.
Marik groaned from the weight of the boxes and glared at Bakura. "Aren't you going to carry any of these heavy things soon? My arms hurt." He whined nearly dropping the cardboard squares.
Bakura smirked grabbing a chair and a poke-a-dot backpack. "But your so much better at it then me." He lied, but it wasn't going to work for the hundredth time that morning.
"Oh shut up, your just a lazy thief!" Marik snapped putting the boxes down so he could rub his arms. "And why did they get here so early? I was enjoying my little dream!"
"It couldn't be little if you were moaning out your hikari's name." Bakura sneered watching the keeper blush and growl at him. "Aw, did I upset the Big Bad Wolf?"
Marik barked out, "Watch it, Fluffy. You wouldn't want the Big Bad Wolf to tear you to sheds."
The thief shook his head and glanced up as the two movers exited the house. Both men were chanting away as the one with black hair waved his one hand to help show his little tale he was telling. The other laughed as his brown hair bounced when he walked.
Bakura sighed jumping off the oversized moving truck and headed towards the men that looked way younger then they said. "Yo," The men looked at him. The one with brown hair was caught off guard while the black head was glaring at the thief for interrupting his story. "As I recalled this was suppose to be your job, not ours. And where the Ra have you been?"
The blacked hair man huffed brushing his hair back behind his ear before he spoke. "We were carrying the couch to the living room like you said. And it wasn't that long." His tone flat as he spoke making it sound like he didn't really care.
"You were gone twenty minutes!" Bakura yelled but winced when he noticed two pairs of eyes staring at him from the nearly dead garden next to the house.
From his seat on the towel, Malik stood up waving at the thief with his muddy hands. "Bakura, don't be so hard on them!" He shouted unknowing dropping dry dirt on the pale hikari.
"Malik! Your getting dirt on me!" Ryou whined brushing the dirt off as Malik continued to wave.
"Oops." Malik finally caught on as he dropped down to help get the dirt out of the white fluffy hair.
Bakura's attention switched to the brown hair who coughed his throat to speak. "My apologizes for my partner's rudeness, sir." He bowed slightly. "But we're new to the job. Actually," He raised his head to meet Bakura's crimson eyes. "This is our third time out."
The other huffed crossing his arms at his friend's kindness. He was always to kind-hearted for his taste but it grew on him over the years. "Yeah, yeah, Sid, you always make me look like the bad guy."
The one called Sid smiled tugging on the other's uniform. "Oh, come on, Ozzy-kun, it was our fault they didn't get their stuff on time."
Bakura sighed pinching the bridge between his eyes. "Look, I'll let it slide if you actually help us here."
Both Sid and Ozzy nodded walking over to the teen, both of them thinking the same thing. That's to him, we won't get a tip!
Marik smirked handing the black haired man the boxes Bakura had given him not so long ago and chucked under his breath when the man almost tipped over. He shot him a glare and walked away to the house, his arms shaking from the weight of the boxes.
Sid grabbed some boxes from the truck and jumped down with ease as he skipped off following his ill tempered friend into the house.
"You know what, Fluffy." Marik started leaning his arm on the thief's shoulder. "Doesn't that remind you of us?"
Bakura sighed shaking the arm off his shoulder. "Nope, Don't see it one bit." He commented not even glancing at the keeper he already knew was grinning at him.
"Oh come on, One is a happy-go-lucky idiot, while the other is a stick-in-the-mud grouch."
The thief turned to him and smirked evilly. "Oh, and I'm the grouchy one, am I?"
Marik's grin grew as he nodded. "Yup, he matches you perfectly!" He stopped and pointed at the thief. "But, he doesn't have the cat appearance like you, though. More like a dog. So watch out, Kitty!" He laughed and dodged the punch the thief made. "See!" He shouted and hopped in the truck right when the thief was about to kick him.
"Get back here, Baka Keeper!" Bakura shouted. His hands slamming on the flooring on the truck to help push him in but something distracted his little game of tag with the Egyptian. He glanced over his shoulder at the one mover examining the windows with the other. He sighed turning away from the truck and to the men. They're going to be there all day if they don't stop acting like kids on a safari trip and looking at all the wild life.
"Hey, this isn't break time you know!" Bakura barked when he was right behind them. Both of them jumped and whirled around frighten at the thief. They were as white as a ghost.
Ozzy weakly pointed at the round window on the top floor with a terrorized face. "D-do you have any o-other kids h-here?" He stutter out, his friend frozen on the spot.
Bakura raised a brow. "No, the only kids living here are those two other there." He titled his head at the light's who were painting each other's faces with earth's paint set. Both of them giggling from the cold touches of mud against they're skin.
Sid eeped turning back to Ozzy with his eyes widen and his mouth gasping for air. "It's just like what they all said!" He squeaked out.
This got him curious. "What do you mean? What's wrong with my house?" Bakura asked, of course that question won't be heard.
"Quick, let's finish this and get out of here!" Ozzy exclaimed grabbing the shook brunette and dragging him to the moving truck.
Marik finally jumped out just as the two men hopped right in and running out with piles of boxes in they hands. They ran past Bakura and entered the house to just run back out faster then rabbits on steroids.
The yami's moved out of the way and watched them both zip-zap in and out of the house and truck like blurs. Marik was to busy smirking from the less work he has to do but Bakura on the other hand was curious on what they said. What did they say about the house, again?
"Ooh, look at those two run! I think they had to much coffee this morning, huh Bakura?" Marik joked nudging the thief's ribs with his elbow. But the yami was else where.
Bakura turned to the window the two were looking at before they started this 'Sonic the hedgehog' speed. It looked like a normal window to him. Nothing was out the ordinary to him. Whatever they saw must have been their fears from looking at the huge house for to long.
"Ok, Done!" Bakura jumped and stared at the breathless men before him. From this state, they looked more like young teens then men.
"Oh, um, thanks." Bakura said uneasy. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "How much do I pay you?"
"No! Nothing, Keep it!" The black hair shouted waving his arms rapidly in front of his face as he grabbed Sid's arm. "We're leaving now, good-bye!"
When he was getting pulled away the brunette tried to smile, "Enjoy your new ho-" He yelped looking beyond the thief and ran past Ozzy to the truck. "Hurry up!"
The yami's stared questionably as they watched the truck zoom out of their drive way faster then they thought was unsafe to do. Soon the white moving truck was nothing more then a speck in the distance.
"So…Who hungry?" The silence was broken when Marik spoke. He grinned as he ran to the hikari's who screamed and started to throw dirt balls at the Keeper.
Bakura shook his head tsking. He grinned and turned away from the empty street to the battle field of light versus dark.
Whatever those two movers were staring at, it was staring back at Bakura from that very window. It's eyes holding more then just hated from watching them all play.
(1): If you guys don't know, if you grow a weeping willow in your yard and it's shadow grows longer then your body then you die. It's fun learning facts from mom. XP
Me: hehe, I love my stupid mutts.
Ayume: Yeah, and they act just like the movers. One is a happy idiot while the other is a grouch!
Bakura: Sounds more like you two.
Marik: ooh, BURN! XD
Me and Ayume: T_T We miss Ryou and Malik!
Bakura and Marik: Well, To bad!
Me: =sighs= anyways, I'm sorry for the late update. I had this half way finish at some point 2 weeks ago but with all the "Buy school junk" and "Cleaning this room!" It was hard to type horror. Plus I love reading and talking to friends on here so...yeah, you get the point.
Bakura: Lazy much.
Me: YOUR LAZIER IN THIS FIC! O.O
Marik: ooh, BURN! XD
Ayume: T_T wow, that got old.
Me: BUT! T_T...X3 I will work harder on the next chapter and updated it faster for all of you. I love all the reveiwers who left reveiws for me! Free cream puffs for all! =passes them out=
Bakura and Marik: We likely!
Ayume: Make your own! That's what Raven does! =points at readers= If you review then next chapter we'll do a sneak peak for you all.
Me: O_O YAMI!