---So I spent all of last week on a business trip to Retail Hell, where I spent three days working open to close running between working on 40+ boxes of shipment, replenishing the store, helping organize the back room (that was PILED with clothes), working the floor, helping people find sizes, running the register, helping the other employees with the registers, and doing odd jobs for my boss.
It was fun, and extremely... hell. xD
It also left me completely drained and it took me forever to finish this chapter. But it's done now.
I can't wait for the next chapter, hehehe---
Of You And Me:
Chapter Ten
...wake up, wake up, wake up...
Bakura's voice echoed through Ryou's mind in an unnaturally sing-song tone.
"Shut up," the teen groaned, "I'm working on it."
Ryou rolled over... he was in his bed? It had been so long since the spirit let him sleep in his own bed. The hikari just ended up snuggling deeper into the warm cocoon of blankets around him. He never wanted to move.
That and his bedroom air had became very chilly over night.
"Go close the window," he yawned to the spirit, "It's too cold in here."
...love to, yandonushi, but I seem to be trapped in this fucking body...
Ryou grumbled. He threw the blankets off nonetheless. The white-haired teen sighed as the frigid air hit his now exposed pale skin. He rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed, relishing the feel of the soft carpet under his feet. Ra, how he missed this. He wiggled his toes and stood up, addressing the window issue.
Sliding the glass closed, Ryou paused to look out at the icy morning. It was amazing how the seasons can change without much notice. It felt like only yesterday it was a blistering hot summer day, and now it was too chilly to go out without covering up and most all of the leaves had turned from green to shades of yellow and orange.
It would only be a matter of time before winter was upon them.
"How was Malik?" Ryou asked, not taking his eyes off the window.
...no idea...
The voice answered. The host almost caught a hint of sadness in the spirit's words.
"What do you mean?" the white-haired teen asked, "I thought you went to see him last night."
...I did...
The spirit said simply.
"And?"
...he wasn't home...
Ryou frowned out the window. He wanted to know how his friend was doing, he didn't want to hear that the blonde had gone MIA.
...I waited for him half the night and he never showed...
The voice continued.
...I went back to his house hours later and there was still no sign of him...
So that's why the spirit let the hikari sleep in his own bed. Just because a friend had disappeared... what a price to pay.
Finally tearing his eyes from the window, Ryou slipped on some clean clothes, a creamy sweater and blue jeans, and padded off to the kitchen for breakfast. He was thankful that today was Saturday or else he would have over slept. The spirit was very diligent about returning control over to him with enough time to get ready for school. He never needed an alarm clock.
Ryou opened the fridge and looked in on its contents. It was pretty full, but nothing seemed to really appeal to him. The freezer was checked next, and proved to be less fruitful. Ryou sighed and went through the cupboards. Nothing still. Hunger was churning in his stomach, but the thought of food just made it feel worse. He concluded that it was still too early to eat and that he'd come back and survey the kitchen again at lunch time.
As the white-haired teen stepped between the kitchen and the living room, a knock sounded at the door. Ryou blinked in confusion a few times, he was not used to visitors. He walked over to the door and looked out the peephole. The Pharaoh. That was more unexpected than the knock itself. Ryou opened the door a crack and stuck his head out.
"Hello?" he greeted meekly.
The Pharaoh smiled, "Hello Ryou, could I trouble you with a chat with the tomb robber?"
...what the hell does he want?...
The voice hissed.
"Did he do something wrong?" Ryou asked, his hand instinctively went to his chest, the Millennium Ring hiding safely under his sweater.
"No," Yami said, then he added a second thought, "Not yet at least, I just want to talk to him."
"If he's not in trouble," Ryou lowered his hand, "Then why?"
"Marik's —"
The switch of control between hikari and spirit was so quick it almost made Bakura's head spin.
"— back."
"Marik?" the spirit growled, "What do you mean he's back?"
"What do you think I mean, baka tomb robber," Yami scoffed. Damn that Pharaoh, he could always tell the difference between the spirit and his hikari.
"No!" Bakura hissed, "He can't be back!"
Yami gave the tomb robber the most serious look he had ever seen, "Why would I lie about this?"
"I don't know!" Bakura blurted out turning away from the Pharaoh, pacing around the room in a storm, "It... it just can't — No!"
Yami stood silently in the doorway watching the spirit throw his tantrum.
"Are you done yet?" The Pharaoh finally asked.
"Why the fuck are you here?"
"I feel idiotic for asking you," Yami folded his arms over his chest, "But I need you to help me get rid of him."
"And why would I help you?" Bakura scoffed.
"Well I figured that since you two are friends, or partners, or fuck buddies, or whatever, that you'd know why he's back and how to make him go away."
Bakura laughed, "I'm not friends with that psychopath!"
"And that's not like the pot calling the kettle black," Yami muttered.
"Actually, there's rhyme and reason to everything I do, while Marik just wants to watch everyone suffer," the tomb robber said, "And personally, I see no gain in this for me, so I'm going to kindly ask you to go fuck yourself."
"Damn it, tomb robber, you are the most selfish —"
"Goodbye Yami," Bakura said sternly, cutting him off and closing the door in his face. The spirit watched the Pharaoh storm off through the peephole.
"I don't need to help the Pharaoh," Bakura grumbled to himself, "I can take care of Malik's dumb ass myself."
---I'm sorry, all I heard was "Blah blah blah, I'm a dirty tramp."---
