Chapter 20
"Akefia? Akefia, answer me..." I shook him hoping that maybe he was dazed. "Akefia?" I must have sounded in the slightest panic, because Seto, Marik AND Yami rushed to my side, and they general don't do that unless it's really something serious.
"Come on Bakura, let's get him off the floor okay?" Seto tried coaxing me, but by now I was thoroughly freaked out and thinking I killed him.
"Bakura, you have to let him go so we can help him." Marik spoke, shooing Seto out of the way to pet my face in hopes of brining me back to Earth. Akefia was still not moving. Now I wasn't just freaked out.
I was scared.
"He...He must have hit his head on something!" I stuttered as Marik managed to pry me away from Akefia and the other two pulled him to the couch.
"Well, I can confirm that theory..." Yami responded after a moment, pulling his hand away from the back of my other self's head, covered in blood.
"Relax Bakura, he's probably just unconscious..." Marik soothed, brushing my hair back.
"Hey guys what happened in here I heard a loud--oh my god!" My hikari came in and rushed over to me, whilst Malik did the same to Akefia.
"I'm okay hikari, I don't know about him though"...I shivered.
"Hold on I'm gonna call my doctor. While he's here you guys say nothing about your weird Egyptiany crap okay?" I nodded numbly as Seto stepped outside to make the call on his cell phone, which probably cost more than our house.
"What if I seriously hurt him!"
"Bakura, it's not your fault!"
"I tripped! I got hurt in the first place! It IS my fault! Not that I'm about to cry or anything, but it's MY fault! I'm entitled to FREAK out all I want!" Yeah I think by this point I was spazzing out...
"Bakura, don't make me smack you." Marik hushed me. I only complied because Marik has a very powerful right swing.
"It's really not your fault..." Yami added, mopping up the blood with a towel Malik had brought to him.
"Yeah it's just my bad luck that the world hates me! And god! God I hate you so very much right now! WHY? I pray to you five times a day facing your stupid temple! And this is what I get!"
"Bakura, it's Muslims that pray five times a day facing Mecca..."
"Oh..." Hey I tried. How am I supposed to know this shit?" I plopped down on the floor by the couch. "Hey, if he doesn't wake up then what would happen to me?"
Everyone stopped and look at me in my sudden epiphany. After all, if he was me, then wouldn't killing him, in turn, kill me? Or is this some kind of alternate dimension crap that only happens in the oddball episodes of Star Trek? Then again, the weird shit ALWAYS happens to me. Oh and the bad weird shit apparently.
"You know, you make a very good point Bakura...If you're still alive then it's safe to say he's going to live. Unless you're luck really does suck as bad as you seem to think..." Pharaoh snorted.
"You know that's possible! I mean technically I am dead, aren't I? I mean I'm older than any human alive and I've already died once, shouldn't I be considered dead? Oh my god I'm a freak of nature! I shouldn't even exist yet I do! And What the Fuck! I'm supposed to be the evil tyrant of this whole deal and I'm whining on the floor in my living room! I've gone soft! I actually allow my hikari to continue to give me those pitiful looks! And I haven't hit anything in like a day! And I'm ranting and I forgot WHY!" I folded my arms in my lap and hung my head. I tend to get dramatic sometimes.
Don't... don't they make a medicine for bipolar-ness?" Marik asked motioning his hand, and making his sarcasm look like he was just asking all innocent like. Please! He's making fun of me now!
"Yami, perhaps you should lay down?" My hikari suggested in that soft, caring and overly concerned voice that drives me crazy when I'm trying to come off as badass. Geeze people work with me here.
"No I think I'm fine." I snarped. Yes, that's right, snarp.
"Hey, my doctor is coming here, if you don't mind, so try to make sure any of your ritualistic BS is put away and what not." Seto said as he flipped his phone shut, coming back into the room.
"Seto, we're Egyptians, not Satan worshippers." I rolled my eyes.
"Just making it clear, and with Marik, you can never be too sure."
"I resent that! I prefer the term 'anti-god confederate' thank you very much."
"It's not God's fault he hates you."
"Damn it pharaoh! Who's side are you on!"
"Depends on if we're thinking two dimensional sides, or three. Because if we're going three I'll side with the Oompha Loomphas...You can never go wrong with Orange colored people." He replied. He's getting better at his sarcasm I think. I really couldn't help but laugh actually.
"And really Marik, it's not your fault that god was stressed that day. If Gabriel had filed the tax returns like he was supposed to then he wouldn't have taken out of you when he struck you with lighting and forced your hair like that." Wow! Brownie points to Seto for that one! Again I gripped my sides as I laughed at poor 'ganged up on' Marik.
"Thanks guys..." I mumbled. I knew they were trying to chill me out. I tend to get a slight frantic and when I do things disappear to the shadow realm (great example: the toaster and the can opener.)
The others nodded their responses; they knew it was best it be a silent thing. Malik, who was standing by the window turned around at the sound of a car. He peeked through that girlish curtain Ryou insists on putting in our house. "Hey guys I think the doctor is here..." He finally confirmed.
"Okay, none of your magical crap from here on out, got it?" Seto spoke like a drill sergeant.
"Yes sir!" I saluted by mere natural 'smart ass' instinct.
Malik in all his hyper-ness sprinted toward the door to open it. He smiled big and gave a hearty greeting to the man who apparently was here to make sure I hadn't killed 'myself'. Malik always had a little bit TOO much gusto. Marik OFTEN bitched to me about it. Often. Like, twice every day often. You know, often is a mighty funny word...
"Mr. Kaiba, you said you have a patient here that you're concerned about?" The doctor spoke after giving a smiling, curt bow in response to Malik's over zealous friendliness. Damn I'm just on an adjective roll today!
"Yeah, he and Bakura over there bad a nasty afternoon brunch with the floor there, after falling down the stairs. Needless to say that led to a nasty adjournment of that meeting." Seto replied and the man let out a jovial laugh.
I leaned closer to Yami who was currently kneeled on the floor not but four feet away. "That must be CEO humor."
"I think so...I mean I don't understand it, and that guy laughed...So it has to be..." He replied. "Either that or we're both too stupid to understand the joke anyways..."
"I'm betting on the second reason..." I snorted, watching the doctor easily find his patient. He leaned next to the couch and carefully inspected Akefia. Checking his heart beat, pulse, breathing...yeah all that doctor stuff that I know nothing about.
"What seems to be the matter with him?" Seto asked after a few moments of watching the doctor inspect my fallen past self.
"He's fine. He'll just wake up with a headache. I'll prescribe him some sleep medication at a later date if he needs it, which it's common to have periods of insomnia after experiencing a concussion. He's lucky, he looks a slight short of a contusion."
"Uh..." Yami raised his hand and the man turned to look at him. "What's the difference between contusion and concussion? They both sound bad to me..." He made a very good point there. I sat closer to listen to the explanation in case I had anything to worry about.
"A concussion is a slight bruising in the brain from a blow to the head. In this case, falling down the stairs. A contusion is more serious, leading to a much longer time unconscious or possible brain damage."
"Contusion does that?" I looked over at Marik, "Well that explains your damage then..."
"Oh fuck you Bakura." Marik pouted. He's such a baby sometimes I swear.
"How long will he be like that?" I asked after I gave a short period of time to giggling at Marik.
"Probably not long, most likely before the sun sets. Don't let him strain himself too much when he does wake up, because if he injures himself worse, it could lead to brain hemorrhaging and that can be fatal." The doctor smiled as he stood.
"You must be a very god doctor if you could figure it out so quickly...Are you sure that's all it is?" Yugi asked, reminding me that the half pint was still there.
"Oh certainly. The gash in his head was clean, no broken bone no seriously extruding injury...He'll be fine, if you do have problems I'm sure Mr. Kaiba will let me know." He nodded to Seto.
"Yes, thank you Dr. Patton. Foreign or not, you're still the best doctor in this country."
"Oh heavens no, I have serious competition to the Japanese folk, you're a smart bunch I'll give you that. I best be off, I have appointments to make, do tell me the status of your friend at a later date. I hope to see that his injuries are indeed minor!"
"Thank you Mr. Patton!" I called as I leaned out the window as he strolled down the walkway to his car.
"Your welcome, lad!" He smiled. What a nice guy. I can't tell if he's British or American...Hmm...I'll have to ask one day.
"Okay now what?" I pulled myself back inside the house, via the window and glanced around at everyone else, whom I'd realized appeared out of virtually nowhere following the 'attack on me'.
"I don't know, but maybe we should get him into a bed, now that we know he's not dying or something of that sort, I think it would be best to let him sleep." Ryou spoke in that lamb-like voice that always seemed to vibrate with fear when talking to me. I don't know why! For the love of Ra the only thing I've ever done bad to that kid was stuff in him a dryer and walked away! Hell I didn't even turn the blasted thing on! And it's not MY fault the police had to raid our house with snipers that night...I was protecting him! I mean who would ever think to look for a kid in a dryer? Okay maybe the sniper thing WAS my fault...But it really ISN'T my fault that that schizophrenic woman at the bank thought I said, "give me your money", when I actually said, " What's up honey? (because I'm gay like that)." And I swear on my soul... I'd swear for saving the pharaoh's life if I were lying, that is the truth!
I was only there to pick up the check Ryou's dad sends...geeze...and then she had to go and trip the alarm. After they escorted me away in HANDCUFFS, they realized I didn't try to rob a bank! You know after they stormed the house and scared my hikari shitless they decided to actually LOOK at the security tape! You know, I bet if I was trying to rob the bank I wouldn't get caught, but when I actually AM innocent I'm fair game! What the fuck? How I even got into that topic I really don't even remember. I supposed my mind is more distorted than previously though, because not only am I crazy, but I have a shit-span of a memory. And serious typing issues, as I had to retype that last word 'memory' like fifteen times before Microsoft word took away the red squiggly line... Yeah Ryou got me a bootlegged version of Word. I suppose it's better than notepad...Notice I make less mistakes! (They're still there, just lok harder...oop; see there's a mistake in this sentence!)
Oh my...I seemed to have strayed from the subject again...you know I could probably write a story on my random thoughts alone...Unfortunately, only I would understand most of it...
"Baaakura..." I snapped out of my trance and looked up to see Marik eyeing me like my mind went off on a trip to the Bahamas. Which it did once, and came back with a pretty nice tan too.
"Yes?"
"I thought I'd wake you up from your daze before you drooled all over the floor. You know sleeping while standing up can't be very good for a person."
"Oh what do you know, Mr. 'I sleep with my motorcycle'." I giggled to myself when I realized just how mentally disturbing that really was. And after a moment I think I began to feel a little ill picturing that. "Okay forget I said that..."
"Okaaay, maybe you ought to lay down for a bit too..."
"But I wanna go shopping!" I whined like a child, yes I know. But shopping makes me feel better, and it would give me an opportunity to find something pleasing for my fallen past self...like a nice new knife...That would make him happy...Since he's me technically, I KNOW it would!
"We'll go later, okay Bakura. You have a nice hole in your side, so please just lay down for a bit?" Seto bargained with me, and damn he's good at that. I pouted but finally conceded defeat.
"Fine...You win.." I mumbled walking up the stairs, realizing as my eye felt heavier that I was actually I little exhausted.
Besides, I would need sleep, so that when I was refreshed I could completely destroy the lives of those who actually thought they could attack me an get away with it. Yeah I won't let that one go.
That's just a reminder children, don't fuck with Bakura.
Unless you're a really hot guy. Then it's okay.
Xxx
Leo: Sorry that took so long! I've been on an art craze, and my mom's been restricting me from computer use, so I've been drawing a lot more and yeah you know how that goes! I will hopefully have another chapter up much sooner. I love you all for sticking with me, even if I take too long to update...I'm not worthy of your praise! (Maybe your scorn and hatred, but not praise!)