Flame: AAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dancer: O.O
Flame: Why is no one answering?????!!!!!
Dancer: O.O
Flame: Why? Why? Why? Why? ::starts hitting her head against the wall::
Dancer: O.O
Flame: ::looks at Dancer:: You need sunglasses or somethin'? Quit staring! ::chases a very hyper Dancer with emsod::
Please! I beg of you! Tell me what you think of that story. . . . please!!!!! ::puppy dog eyes::
Ya know what? I'll remind you again at the end of the chapter.
Dancer: O.O
Flame: Last chapter was long, ne? With any luck this one will be too. . . .
Disclaimer: ::Dancer and Flame are fighting over the tranq gun::
Dancer: No, Flame! You won't get to own Kaiba just because you hunted him down! We own nothing to do with YGO. Only Shay. So leggo!!!!
Flame: No!!!!!! Kaiba!!!!!!! I'M COMING!!!!!!!!!
~*~*~*~*~
The morning was about as dull as dull gets.
Don't get me wrong- Kaiba and I had our fair share of arguments. Mokuba was getting extremely annoyed and was about two seconds away from throwing his cereal at us.
Still, after they both left for school, boredom reigned.
I stayed in the redone kitchen until I had it memorized. Then, back to having nothing to do, I wandered.
As of yet, I had heard nothing about Battosei or her sword or anything. I'd been too busy hiding in the wall. She was nowhere in sight, but I did find something of interest.
Hidden in the basement, between two crates, was her sword. Taped to it was a piece of paper that listed all the horrible things that would be done to me if I touched it.
Kaiba's smart. He knew only I would trip over it in my daily wanderings.
I tried to pick it up, but things heavier than five pounds seemed beyond my ability. I considered telling Battosei where it was, then disregarded the notion.
No, this was perfect for getting back at Kaiba. I rarely, if ever, won one of the multitudes of arguments we had.
Keeping its location in mind, I started to wander again.
Despite its size and impressive array of technology, this house is fascinating for only so long.
I found myself in Battosei's room. Silver is a weird color to paint a room. I felt like, if I had a reflection, then I could see it in the walls. It looked like a layer of aluminum foil had been taped to the wall, shiny side up.
How do you sleep in a room like this? I'd get dizzy and probably fall out of the bed.
I floated downstairs and found a stranger sprawled on the couch.
No fear. Not from me. I'd just blown Kaiba and his kitchen halfway to hell. I wasn't worried much.
"Hey," I said. Nothing. Not a twitch. I floated over and poked him. Still nothing.
"Leave him alone," Kaiba ordered, startling me. I turned back to look at him.
"And this is. . . . ?" I asked, pointing.
Kaiba sneered.
"Joey Wheeler. If you want to annoy him, call him Puppy."
Ok. That's enough insight into the messed-up mind of Seto Kaiba. Did I really need to know Kaiba's pet names for his 'friends'? Judging from the look Kaiba had, only I could annoy him more than Joey did.
"And why is he here?"
Kaiba shrugged, then gestured into the kitchen.
"Ask him."
I glanced at the clock and almost cussed.
It was four o'clock. Where had the day gone?
I floated into the kitchen and found Yugi, who smiled upon seeing me.
"Hello, Shay," he said brightly. How he could be so cheerful in this house was beyond me. "Nice to see you again."
I nodded back, then glanced at Joey.
"Uh. . . ."
Yugi sighed.
"He was falling asleep in class too. Just ignore him."
Whoa. Where did the day go? Did I sleep it off?
"No," Yami answered. Not at all surprised at his psychic-like abilities, I turned to face him.
"Well, where have I been, then?"
"Regaining your energy," he informed me. "When you destroyed the kitchen, you used a lot of your stored energy. You didn't have enough left to focus. The past three days, you have been wavering in and out of consciousness. It's natural to lose track of time under those conditions."
I bet he just loves knowing everything compared to me.
I blinked, suddenly realizing something.
"Wait," I ordered, then stopped again.
Realization hit. Hit like a bus and left a bad feeling in me.
Kaiba hadn't told them. He hadn't told them that he'd been in the kitchen when I had given it my touch.
He hadn't told them how close I had come to killing him.
I turned around, all too aware of how easily Yami could read my face. Anger started boiling inside me again, and I went into the living room.
Kaiba was focused on his laptop when I wandered over. He didn't glance at me, but judging by the look on his face, he knew why I was there.
I pushed the laptop shut, forcing him to meet my gaze.
"You didn't tell them."
No question. No maybes.
He hadn't told them.
I didn't know whether he was just being stubborn as always and refusing to show weakness, or if he didn't want them to know the true extent of what I had done.
"Just now figure that out?" he asked dryly.
"I assumed you would. After all, you were cut up pretty bad, even if they were just little. And I know your shoulder is still hurting- I can see it whenever you move it." I glared at him.
Kaiba glared back. I watched as anger slowly took over. He put the laptop to one side, shoved my hand away, and stood. He was only an inch or so taller than me, but now it seemed like a lot more than that.
"This is my house," he said, his voice deceptively quiet and calm. "My kitchen. My injuries." His eyes flashed and he took a step closer to me. Now he couldn't move without going through me.
"My ghost."
His voice had reached an all-time high in softness. I swallowed and took about four steps back.
"So long as it concerns me or anything that belongs to me, I chose who I tell what to."
Great. So I belong to Seto Kaiba. However, my anger had fled before his. All I managed to do was glare back resentfully.
I do NOT belong to him.
Except for one thing that he must have thought of.
It was awfully ironic that a spirit should land in the house of the only one who could control it.
I refused to think about it. Instead, I turned away.
"Well, they're MY powers," I shot back. "And I'm telling them. They deserve to know what I can do."
Kaiba shook his head, then froze. He turned to face Joey.
The blond was staring at us.
Well. That left me no choice.
Before I could so much as twitch, Kaiba moved. He seized Joey by the collar and lifted him right up off the couch.
"Tell anyone," he spat furiously "about what we were just talking about, and you will rue the day you were born, mutt. Understand?"
If it were me, I'd be a bit worried about that situation. Kaiba's a lot stronger than he appears, and he was about two inches away from having a death grip on Joey's throat.
Joey, however, had known Kaiba for longer. He knew when to call the bluff.
"Yer hurt?" he demanded. A grin formed.
"No wonder ye've been actin' weird th' past three days."
Sure enough, Kaiba didn't strangle him. However, he did angle that poisonous blue glare at me. I shook my head and held out my hands.
"Don't look at me like that. I've got nothing to lose. You're the one who has to convince him to keep his mouth shut. You should have realized that he was awake before you opened your mouth."
I really do have to remember that he can push me around just as easily as everybody else can't.
In the time it took to blink, Joey was reunited with the ground and it was my throat Kaiba was suddenly at. Fortunately, as previously noted, I'm almost his height, definitely taller than Joey. Picking me up when I'm already standing can't be easy.
"The same goes for you. Got it?"
We both nodded. Kaiba was pissed. He backed up a few steps, glanced back and forth between us, then turned and marched upstairs.
"Now what?" Joey asked. I grinned.
"We find someone who knows about his injuries. Someone he won't threaten."
We met gazes for a moment, then, silently agreeing, took off in search of Mokuba.
~*~*~*~*~
Flame: All right, people, repeat from last chapter:
~*~*~*~*~*~*IMPORTANT: I need opinions on another story. Remember the Master of Death, who I mentioned in the first couple of paragraphs of the last chapter? ::Waits patiently as all readers go back and reread that part.::
Well, I have a story, a plot, and everything for him. It won't be first person; he's too reserved and emotionless to really work that way; and it probably won't be as humorous, since the entire nature of the story will be darker and gloomier. Should I write it?
Let me rephrase that: I have to write it, to get it out of my system, but should I just let it sit in the puter or post it? No skin off my back, just more begging for reviews.
The Master (he does have a name, but you'll just have to wait and see) isn't as cold and heartless as I made him out to be in this story. He's more rather just seriously misunderstood and hates himself. Not a healthy pastime, but. . . .
Answer, please! Whoever answers first gets something intangible: a char in the next story, an extra long chapter for this one, faster updates, whatever. To an extent. AngelStarfire does not count. She already has enough influence.
Ja ne!*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dancer: O.O
Flame: Why is no one answering?????!!!!!
Dancer: O.O
Flame: Why? Why? Why? Why? ::starts hitting her head against the wall::
Dancer: O.O
Flame: ::looks at Dancer:: You need sunglasses or somethin'? Quit staring! ::chases a very hyper Dancer with emsod::
Please! I beg of you! Tell me what you think of that story. . . . please!!!!! ::puppy dog eyes::
Ya know what? I'll remind you again at the end of the chapter.
Dancer: O.O
Flame: Last chapter was long, ne? With any luck this one will be too. . . .
Disclaimer: ::Dancer and Flame are fighting over the tranq gun::
Dancer: No, Flame! You won't get to own Kaiba just because you hunted him down! We own nothing to do with YGO. Only Shay. So leggo!!!!
Flame: No!!!!!! Kaiba!!!!!!! I'M COMING!!!!!!!!!
~*~*~*~*~
The morning was about as dull as dull gets.
Don't get me wrong- Kaiba and I had our fair share of arguments. Mokuba was getting extremely annoyed and was about two seconds away from throwing his cereal at us.
Still, after they both left for school, boredom reigned.
I stayed in the redone kitchen until I had it memorized. Then, back to having nothing to do, I wandered.
As of yet, I had heard nothing about Battosei or her sword or anything. I'd been too busy hiding in the wall. She was nowhere in sight, but I did find something of interest.
Hidden in the basement, between two crates, was her sword. Taped to it was a piece of paper that listed all the horrible things that would be done to me if I touched it.
Kaiba's smart. He knew only I would trip over it in my daily wanderings.
I tried to pick it up, but things heavier than five pounds seemed beyond my ability. I considered telling Battosei where it was, then disregarded the notion.
No, this was perfect for getting back at Kaiba. I rarely, if ever, won one of the multitudes of arguments we had.
Keeping its location in mind, I started to wander again.
Despite its size and impressive array of technology, this house is fascinating for only so long.
I found myself in Battosei's room. Silver is a weird color to paint a room. I felt like, if I had a reflection, then I could see it in the walls. It looked like a layer of aluminum foil had been taped to the wall, shiny side up.
How do you sleep in a room like this? I'd get dizzy and probably fall out of the bed.
I floated downstairs and found a stranger sprawled on the couch.
No fear. Not from me. I'd just blown Kaiba and his kitchen halfway to hell. I wasn't worried much.
"Hey," I said. Nothing. Not a twitch. I floated over and poked him. Still nothing.
"Leave him alone," Kaiba ordered, startling me. I turned back to look at him.
"And this is. . . . ?" I asked, pointing.
Kaiba sneered.
"Joey Wheeler. If you want to annoy him, call him Puppy."
Ok. That's enough insight into the messed-up mind of Seto Kaiba. Did I really need to know Kaiba's pet names for his 'friends'? Judging from the look Kaiba had, only I could annoy him more than Joey did.
"And why is he here?"
Kaiba shrugged, then gestured into the kitchen.
"Ask him."
I glanced at the clock and almost cussed.
It was four o'clock. Where had the day gone?
I floated into the kitchen and found Yugi, who smiled upon seeing me.
"Hello, Shay," he said brightly. How he could be so cheerful in this house was beyond me. "Nice to see you again."
I nodded back, then glanced at Joey.
"Uh. . . ."
Yugi sighed.
"He was falling asleep in class too. Just ignore him."
Whoa. Where did the day go? Did I sleep it off?
"No," Yami answered. Not at all surprised at his psychic-like abilities, I turned to face him.
"Well, where have I been, then?"
"Regaining your energy," he informed me. "When you destroyed the kitchen, you used a lot of your stored energy. You didn't have enough left to focus. The past three days, you have been wavering in and out of consciousness. It's natural to lose track of time under those conditions."
I bet he just loves knowing everything compared to me.
I blinked, suddenly realizing something.
"Wait," I ordered, then stopped again.
Realization hit. Hit like a bus and left a bad feeling in me.
Kaiba hadn't told them. He hadn't told them that he'd been in the kitchen when I had given it my touch.
He hadn't told them how close I had come to killing him.
I turned around, all too aware of how easily Yami could read my face. Anger started boiling inside me again, and I went into the living room.
Kaiba was focused on his laptop when I wandered over. He didn't glance at me, but judging by the look on his face, he knew why I was there.
I pushed the laptop shut, forcing him to meet my gaze.
"You didn't tell them."
No question. No maybes.
He hadn't told them.
I didn't know whether he was just being stubborn as always and refusing to show weakness, or if he didn't want them to know the true extent of what I had done.
"Just now figure that out?" he asked dryly.
"I assumed you would. After all, you were cut up pretty bad, even if they were just little. And I know your shoulder is still hurting- I can see it whenever you move it." I glared at him.
Kaiba glared back. I watched as anger slowly took over. He put the laptop to one side, shoved my hand away, and stood. He was only an inch or so taller than me, but now it seemed like a lot more than that.
"This is my house," he said, his voice deceptively quiet and calm. "My kitchen. My injuries." His eyes flashed and he took a step closer to me. Now he couldn't move without going through me.
"My ghost."
His voice had reached an all-time high in softness. I swallowed and took about four steps back.
"So long as it concerns me or anything that belongs to me, I chose who I tell what to."
Great. So I belong to Seto Kaiba. However, my anger had fled before his. All I managed to do was glare back resentfully.
I do NOT belong to him.
Except for one thing that he must have thought of.
It was awfully ironic that a spirit should land in the house of the only one who could control it.
I refused to think about it. Instead, I turned away.
"Well, they're MY powers," I shot back. "And I'm telling them. They deserve to know what I can do."
Kaiba shook his head, then froze. He turned to face Joey.
The blond was staring at us.
Well. That left me no choice.
Before I could so much as twitch, Kaiba moved. He seized Joey by the collar and lifted him right up off the couch.
"Tell anyone," he spat furiously "about what we were just talking about, and you will rue the day you were born, mutt. Understand?"
If it were me, I'd be a bit worried about that situation. Kaiba's a lot stronger than he appears, and he was about two inches away from having a death grip on Joey's throat.
Joey, however, had known Kaiba for longer. He knew when to call the bluff.
"Yer hurt?" he demanded. A grin formed.
"No wonder ye've been actin' weird th' past three days."
Sure enough, Kaiba didn't strangle him. However, he did angle that poisonous blue glare at me. I shook my head and held out my hands.
"Don't look at me like that. I've got nothing to lose. You're the one who has to convince him to keep his mouth shut. You should have realized that he was awake before you opened your mouth."
I really do have to remember that he can push me around just as easily as everybody else can't.
In the time it took to blink, Joey was reunited with the ground and it was my throat Kaiba was suddenly at. Fortunately, as previously noted, I'm almost his height, definitely taller than Joey. Picking me up when I'm already standing can't be easy.
"The same goes for you. Got it?"
We both nodded. Kaiba was pissed. He backed up a few steps, glanced back and forth between us, then turned and marched upstairs.
"Now what?" Joey asked. I grinned.
"We find someone who knows about his injuries. Someone he won't threaten."
We met gazes for a moment, then, silently agreeing, took off in search of Mokuba.
~*~*~*~*~
Flame: All right, people, repeat from last chapter:
~*~*~*~*~*~*IMPORTANT: I need opinions on another story. Remember the Master of Death, who I mentioned in the first couple of paragraphs of the last chapter? ::Waits patiently as all readers go back and reread that part.::
Well, I have a story, a plot, and everything for him. It won't be first person; he's too reserved and emotionless to really work that way; and it probably won't be as humorous, since the entire nature of the story will be darker and gloomier. Should I write it?
Let me rephrase that: I have to write it, to get it out of my system, but should I just let it sit in the puter or post it? No skin off my back, just more begging for reviews.
The Master (he does have a name, but you'll just have to wait and see) isn't as cold and heartless as I made him out to be in this story. He's more rather just seriously misunderstood and hates himself. Not a healthy pastime, but. . . .
Answer, please! Whoever answers first gets something intangible: a char in the next story, an extra long chapter for this one, faster updates, whatever. To an extent. AngelStarfire does not count. She already has enough influence.
Ja ne!*~*~*~*~*~*~