I'm _so_ sorry I left you all hanging with one chapter! I got sick and
completely forgot about the story. To make up for it, I'm writing a
humorous one-shot for you. ^_^
Thank you all so much for the reviews! I'm so happy! ~Replies~ Shadygoat2199: Thanks, I will keep the story going.
bakura321: I'm glad my story is unique, I can't stand all the stories that are so alike you can't tell the difference. You actually BIT the doctor?? Wow, remind me to never try to give you a shot!
KurianGirl: I'm glad you like my story! I've worked hard on making Bakura funny without putting him too much out of character. And don't worry, I won't have to explain the toilet to Bakura. ^_^ Btw, I really like your stories! Normally I'm reluctant to read fics with made-up characters, but you do really well.
One more thing. If you feel the need to e-mail me, make sure you tell me where you got my e-mail!
I'm sorry, I must say one more thing. You probably won't find me using much Japanese, and what I do use will most likely be very commonplace. Just so you know.
*sees snoring people* Oh fine, you can read the story now! *** _blah_ = underlined ~blah~ = italics
Chapter 2
~Michelle's POV~
"Baka, baka, baka," I muttered as I paced around my room. Whether I was saying it about Bakura or myself I wasn't sure, but the word seemed to fit the occasion well.
'Why did I get mad at him?' I wondered as I searched for some sort of time-telling apparatus to see how late it was. After finally finding my watch I discovered that it was only 1:07 am. 'That would explain my grumpiness...' I thought, 'I guess I'd better go back to sleep.'
Next Day(
/Bakura, it's time to wake up./
//Hmm?//
/It's time to wake up. We have to go to school./
//I don't 'go to school'// he finally grumbled.
/Well, you go where I go, and I'm going to school. Come on, no one's awake yet, you can have some cereal or something if you want,/ I coaxed. Ryou told me that if Bakura was being difficult, all I had to do was bribe him with food.
//Um, what kind of cereal do you have?// he seemed a bit more interested now.
/I'm not going to list them all! Go look for yourself./ 'That ought to get him out,' I thought to myself.
As if on cue, Bakura appeared in the middle of the room with a bright flash of light. He was wearing black sating pajamas with little ducks on them and looked like he'd been tossing and turning all night.
Barely holding back hysterical laughter, I commented "Nice pajamas" before walking out of the room.
"What?" he asked. Then, after realizing he was still in his sleepwear, "oh."
He followed me into the kitchen a few minutes later, dressed in his usual clothes. I assumed he had gone back into the ring to change. "So, where do you keep the cereal?" he inquired, while opening random cupboards.
"There," I pointed to a small cabinet by the door.
"Hey, where's all the chocolate cereal?!" Bakura demanded after a few minutes.
'This is going to be a long day...' I thought as I got up to help him.
~Bakura's POV~
"I can't believe there isn't any chocolate cereal!" I grumbled as I resigned myself to a bowl of 'Life'. "What an odd name for cereal. Does it make you live longer?" I questioned.
Michelle gave me a weird look before saying, "You need to get out more."
"Well it's kind of hard to go places with someone who looks just like me! People assume we're twins and start asking weird questions that I don't know how to answer."
"Then maybe this is a good opportunity for you! You can go anywhere you want with me and people will, for the most part, leave us alone. Unless, of course, you want to go to a fancy restaurant or something like that. Then people will think we're going out," she finished, laughing.
"In that case, I'll remember to avoid restaurants when I'm with you!" I replied, also starting to laugh. 'She's right, this is a good chance to go places without having to constantly answer questions.'
"You should finish your cereal, someone is bound to wake up soon," she said suddenly, interrupting my thoughts.
After putting my bowl in the sink, I walked back into Michelle's room. 'This would be a good time to read more of Michelle's notes..." I thought as I glanced over a stack of papers that seemed to be about something called 'schizophrenia'. Just as I was about to put the stack down I noticed something. There was one paper sticking out of the middle of the pile that had a familiar name on it. In fact, it had several familiar names on it. The paper was the start of a new set of notes that were all about the pharaoh and his fan club! I was about to sit down for some interesting reading when I heard a small sound like...uh oh. Michelle was standing in the doorway watching me intently. The sound I'd heard was the door creaking when she'd leaned against it.
"Go ahead, read it. Tell me what you think! Though I doubt you'd find it very interesting. It's just a bunch of observations," she said when she saw me look up.
"Um, ok," I mumbled, embarrassed at being caught. Looking to change the subject I asked, "So, what's our first class today?"
"Journalism!"
~Michelle's POV, at school~
/Bakura, would you _please_ stop that?/ I begged. He had gotten bored and decided to amuse himself, which explained why he was wandering around in spirit-form poking random students and making them shiver.
//But I'm having fun!// he whined.
/I really don't care. Do something that doesn't involve other people./
//What if I just poke you?//
/Don't. You. Dare./ I growled. Being poked for the next 40 minutes did not sound like fun.
//Fine, you're no fun anyway. I'm going to go explore the rest of the school.//
At this announcement, I paled considerably. /No! Come back!/
//Why should I? I don't think you can do anything to me right now,// he said, grinning evilly.
/Watch me,/ I replied as I went up to the teacher's desk and grabbed the bathroom pass. Then, after signing out, I walked out into the hall.
//Hey, where are you going? You can't do that!// Bakura protested as he followed me out of the classroom.
/I believe I just did,/ I said, smirking. /Now, I need to have a little talk with you./
//Ooh, what are you going to? _Lecture_ me to death?// he asked mockingly.
/Soul room. Now./ I growled through mentally gritted teeth.
//I thought you said you've never been in your soul room!//
/I'm pretty sure I can figure it out. Besides, we're going to your soul room, not mine,/ I said simply before disappearing and reappearing in a strange dark room.
"Ha! I did it!" I exclaimed triumphantly to Bakura who had appeared next to me just seconds ago. I then proceeded to pin him to the wall. Or what I assumed was the wall. It may have been solid darkness, I'm not sure.
I had one hand at his throat and the other over his heart, with my face just inches from his. "Why are you trying to get me in trouble?" I demanded. My voice was slow and steady, a dangerous tone of which I was very proud. Bakura almost looked intimidated.
"You know, you are a very violent person," he said, avoiding the question.
I simply pushed down harder on his throat. I could feel his heart speed up under my other hand.
"Ack! Alright, I'll behave! Just stop choking me!" he yelled.
"Will you behave all day?" I asked, releasing the pressure on his windpipe slightly.
"How about until lunch?"
I sighed "Fine" and let go of him completely.
"You really are very violent. That usually indicates deeper emotional- "
"Well violence seems to be the only thing you understand!" I cut him off.
Bakura looked hurt, but didn't say anything else. Instead he glared at me while rubbing a sore spot on his neck where my ring had left a tiny cut.
'Aw, poor Bakura,' I thought. 'I guess that wasn't really necessary.' "Oh don't look so grumpy, I didn't hurt you that badly," I said out loud. "I know! Why don't I make it up to you by taking you Christmas shopping this weekend?"
He seemed to brighten at this. "Alright, but don't think this means I'm not still mad at you."
"Fine, whatever," I replied before returning to the real world and walking back to class.
Bakura stuck to his word and behaved through the rest of the class and most of the next one. (Though there was a close call when he was acting like he was about to attack the teacher and almost made me laugh.)
~Bakura's POV~
The bell rang and everyone got up to leave the class in a hurry. Except Michelle. She always seemed to take her time with life. Everything she did was very....deliberate. Once her things were in order she walked out of the class and into the hall. Several people said hello and she waved absently to them.
'Why does she always act so distant?' I wondered as Michelle pulled things out of her locker. Suddenly I realized she was packing her backpack. //Where are we going?// I inquired.
/Home,/ she replied simply.
//I thought students had to stay at school for lunch!//
/Not me. I take some classes at home as well as at school, which allows me to go home for lunch./ As she said this she finished packing her backpack and pulled on her coat. Slamming her locker shut, she started walking down the hall again.
As she walked towards the doors the masses of students thinned, and then disappeared completely when the late-bell sounded.
While she was signing out at what I assumed was the office, I appeared in spirit-form again. I had been in the ring for the trip through the halls because, as I learned this morning, several people walking through you at once is _not_ fun.
Once Michelle had finished we walked out the front doors. I became solid as soon as we were outside, thankful for the full return of my senses.
"Oh wow, look at the snow!" Michelle breathed, voice alight with wonder.
It was indeed snowing. Great white crystals tumbled silently from the slate clouds above, gathering delicately on any surface that was patient enough to allow it. Snow is probably one of the only things I'll ever enjoy during the winter season. It's beautiful, captivating.
I became aware that I had been staring at the falling crystals when something hard and _cold_ hit the back of my head, jarring me out of my trance. I whipped around to see Michelle standing a few feet away, laughing like a loon. In a rush I realized what had happened. I'd been hit by a snowball.
~Michelle's POV~
The moment Bakura saw the snow he stopped and stared at it with a sort of pensive look on his face. After about a minute he still hadn't moved so I waved my hand in front of his face. Nothing
'This could be fun,' I thought as I tested the snow to see if it was good for snowballs. 'Very fun.' Finding the snow was perfect, I formed a snowball and took aim.
At first I wasn't sure if Bakura even noticed his head was covered with snow, but after a few seconds he whirled around, searching for the source of his discomfort. The instant he looked at me I began to laugh insanely.
~General POV~
Bakura slowly reached up to brush the snow out of his hair, but only managed to dump more of the fluffy stuff down the back of his shirt. He hardly noticed, though, as he was forming a plan.
Michelle had been in enough snowball fights to recognize planning when she saw it, and Bakura was definitely planning. She tensed, ready to spring behind the tree that was a mere yard and a half to her right. She had stopped laughing and now wore a mask of complete calm.
Bakura, noticing Michelle's actions, also tensed. He knew someone would have to make the first move.
Two snowball fight champions stood at the ready, prepared to let fly at any second. The tension was so nearly tangible that you'd think it would be more than enough to shield either from a snowball.
Then, with dizzying speed, both jumped from their suspended state into motion. Michelle dashed for the tree, scooping up snow to form a second missile as she went, while Bakura threw snowballs as fast as he could make them.
Once Michelle made it behind the tree, she turned her attention to the ice ball in her hands, making sure it was packed as tightly as possible. 'This one will sting,' she thought, smiling, as she quickly made a normal snowball and hurled it at Bakura so he wouldn't get suspicious. It didn't hit him, but she hadn't intended it to.
//Why are you ~hiding~?// Bakura taunted. If he could get Michelle angry she wouldn't think straight. Then Bakura would have the advantage. She didn't respond though. Just as well, seeing as Bakura was also using a tree as a shield.
After fifteen minutes neither had moved. Both were hurling snowballs, neither had scored a hit, and both were running out of snow. Pretty soon someone would be trapped without a weapon. Then the real war would start.
Bakura looked around and realized he was dangerously low on snow. Beginning to get worried, he tried to see how much snow Michelle had left. He nearly got a face full of snow for his trouble.
Michelle's snow was also very nearly gone, but she still hadn't used her secret weapon. Deciding it was time to start the final battle, she stepped out from the patch of trees and into the open where the last of the snow was.
Seeing Michelle walk out, Bakura knew she was out of snow too. As he strode out face her, he hid his last snowball behind his back.
Both stood waiting, again, for their opponent to make a move. Suddenly Michelle shot the ice ball at Bakura. Hit square in the chest, he uttered a muffled "oof" and stumbled backwards. But instead of falling as Michelle had expected him to, he sprang forward, eyes glinting evilly, and hurled his hidden snowball.
Michelle was hit directly in the face. Her vision blurred and she fell backwards into a snowdrift. When her line of sight finally cleared, she found she was staring up at the sky. Michelle was also annoyed to find that she was shivering violently and that snow had started to collect on top of her.
Sitting up quickly, she discovered a smirking Bakura sitting right in front of her. "Ugh. How long did you let me lay there?"
"I don't know, about ten minutes. I was about to drag you home," Bakura said, seemingly unconcerned.
"Don't do me any favors," she spat. Trying to stand up, she swayed woozily. This time Michelle thought she saw a look of worry pass over Bakura's face, but he covered it too quickly for her to be sure.
Bakura, seeing Michelle was about to fall over again, thought, 'Maybe I shouldn't have left her in the snow for that long...' but quickly smothered his worry seconds later. Instead, he stood up and caught Michelle's arm in a firm grip to steady her. She frowned but accepted the help without complaint.
They walked in silence for a few minutes until Bakura said, "I guess I won."
Michelle laughed, "Yeah right! I hit you twice and you only hit me once. Besides, you cheated."
Bakura snorted derisively, "And you didn't cheat? I don't remember saying ice balls were allowed. Also, while it's true you hit me twice, I knocked you out. I'd say that's a win."
And they walked the rest of the way arguing.
When they reached the house, Michelle could tell Bakura was about to go back into the ring. "You don't have to go. No one's home today."
He looked at her like he was going to say something, but was prevented from doing so as he broke into a hysterical fit laughter.
Michelle, confused, asked, "What?"
Bakura could barely speak, "You- you're-" he stopped for a minute to try and catch his breath. Finally, "You're getting a black eye!"
Once this remark registered in her mind, Michelle tore into the house and ran to the first mirror she could find. There she saw that, slowly but surely, a dark bruise was forming under her left eye.
"Damn it Bakura! You are SO going to pay for this!" she shouted as Bakura, once again, broke into a mad fit of giggling. *** All done! Leave lots of reviews!
Thank you all so much for the reviews! I'm so happy! ~Replies~ Shadygoat2199: Thanks, I will keep the story going.
bakura321: I'm glad my story is unique, I can't stand all the stories that are so alike you can't tell the difference. You actually BIT the doctor?? Wow, remind me to never try to give you a shot!
KurianGirl: I'm glad you like my story! I've worked hard on making Bakura funny without putting him too much out of character. And don't worry, I won't have to explain the toilet to Bakura. ^_^ Btw, I really like your stories! Normally I'm reluctant to read fics with made-up characters, but you do really well.
One more thing. If you feel the need to e-mail me, make sure you tell me where you got my e-mail!
I'm sorry, I must say one more thing. You probably won't find me using much Japanese, and what I do use will most likely be very commonplace. Just so you know.
*sees snoring people* Oh fine, you can read the story now! *** _blah_ = underlined ~blah~ = italics
Chapter 2
~Michelle's POV~
"Baka, baka, baka," I muttered as I paced around my room. Whether I was saying it about Bakura or myself I wasn't sure, but the word seemed to fit the occasion well.
'Why did I get mad at him?' I wondered as I searched for some sort of time-telling apparatus to see how late it was. After finally finding my watch I discovered that it was only 1:07 am. 'That would explain my grumpiness...' I thought, 'I guess I'd better go back to sleep.'
Next Day(
/Bakura, it's time to wake up./
//Hmm?//
/It's time to wake up. We have to go to school./
//I don't 'go to school'// he finally grumbled.
/Well, you go where I go, and I'm going to school. Come on, no one's awake yet, you can have some cereal or something if you want,/ I coaxed. Ryou told me that if Bakura was being difficult, all I had to do was bribe him with food.
//Um, what kind of cereal do you have?// he seemed a bit more interested now.
/I'm not going to list them all! Go look for yourself./ 'That ought to get him out,' I thought to myself.
As if on cue, Bakura appeared in the middle of the room with a bright flash of light. He was wearing black sating pajamas with little ducks on them and looked like he'd been tossing and turning all night.
Barely holding back hysterical laughter, I commented "Nice pajamas" before walking out of the room.
"What?" he asked. Then, after realizing he was still in his sleepwear, "oh."
He followed me into the kitchen a few minutes later, dressed in his usual clothes. I assumed he had gone back into the ring to change. "So, where do you keep the cereal?" he inquired, while opening random cupboards.
"There," I pointed to a small cabinet by the door.
"Hey, where's all the chocolate cereal?!" Bakura demanded after a few minutes.
'This is going to be a long day...' I thought as I got up to help him.
~Bakura's POV~
"I can't believe there isn't any chocolate cereal!" I grumbled as I resigned myself to a bowl of 'Life'. "What an odd name for cereal. Does it make you live longer?" I questioned.
Michelle gave me a weird look before saying, "You need to get out more."
"Well it's kind of hard to go places with someone who looks just like me! People assume we're twins and start asking weird questions that I don't know how to answer."
"Then maybe this is a good opportunity for you! You can go anywhere you want with me and people will, for the most part, leave us alone. Unless, of course, you want to go to a fancy restaurant or something like that. Then people will think we're going out," she finished, laughing.
"In that case, I'll remember to avoid restaurants when I'm with you!" I replied, also starting to laugh. 'She's right, this is a good chance to go places without having to constantly answer questions.'
"You should finish your cereal, someone is bound to wake up soon," she said suddenly, interrupting my thoughts.
After putting my bowl in the sink, I walked back into Michelle's room. 'This would be a good time to read more of Michelle's notes..." I thought as I glanced over a stack of papers that seemed to be about something called 'schizophrenia'. Just as I was about to put the stack down I noticed something. There was one paper sticking out of the middle of the pile that had a familiar name on it. In fact, it had several familiar names on it. The paper was the start of a new set of notes that were all about the pharaoh and his fan club! I was about to sit down for some interesting reading when I heard a small sound like...uh oh. Michelle was standing in the doorway watching me intently. The sound I'd heard was the door creaking when she'd leaned against it.
"Go ahead, read it. Tell me what you think! Though I doubt you'd find it very interesting. It's just a bunch of observations," she said when she saw me look up.
"Um, ok," I mumbled, embarrassed at being caught. Looking to change the subject I asked, "So, what's our first class today?"
"Journalism!"
~Michelle's POV, at school~
/Bakura, would you _please_ stop that?/ I begged. He had gotten bored and decided to amuse himself, which explained why he was wandering around in spirit-form poking random students and making them shiver.
//But I'm having fun!// he whined.
/I really don't care. Do something that doesn't involve other people./
//What if I just poke you?//
/Don't. You. Dare./ I growled. Being poked for the next 40 minutes did not sound like fun.
//Fine, you're no fun anyway. I'm going to go explore the rest of the school.//
At this announcement, I paled considerably. /No! Come back!/
//Why should I? I don't think you can do anything to me right now,// he said, grinning evilly.
/Watch me,/ I replied as I went up to the teacher's desk and grabbed the bathroom pass. Then, after signing out, I walked out into the hall.
//Hey, where are you going? You can't do that!// Bakura protested as he followed me out of the classroom.
/I believe I just did,/ I said, smirking. /Now, I need to have a little talk with you./
//Ooh, what are you going to? _Lecture_ me to death?// he asked mockingly.
/Soul room. Now./ I growled through mentally gritted teeth.
//I thought you said you've never been in your soul room!//
/I'm pretty sure I can figure it out. Besides, we're going to your soul room, not mine,/ I said simply before disappearing and reappearing in a strange dark room.
"Ha! I did it!" I exclaimed triumphantly to Bakura who had appeared next to me just seconds ago. I then proceeded to pin him to the wall. Or what I assumed was the wall. It may have been solid darkness, I'm not sure.
I had one hand at his throat and the other over his heart, with my face just inches from his. "Why are you trying to get me in trouble?" I demanded. My voice was slow and steady, a dangerous tone of which I was very proud. Bakura almost looked intimidated.
"You know, you are a very violent person," he said, avoiding the question.
I simply pushed down harder on his throat. I could feel his heart speed up under my other hand.
"Ack! Alright, I'll behave! Just stop choking me!" he yelled.
"Will you behave all day?" I asked, releasing the pressure on his windpipe slightly.
"How about until lunch?"
I sighed "Fine" and let go of him completely.
"You really are very violent. That usually indicates deeper emotional- "
"Well violence seems to be the only thing you understand!" I cut him off.
Bakura looked hurt, but didn't say anything else. Instead he glared at me while rubbing a sore spot on his neck where my ring had left a tiny cut.
'Aw, poor Bakura,' I thought. 'I guess that wasn't really necessary.' "Oh don't look so grumpy, I didn't hurt you that badly," I said out loud. "I know! Why don't I make it up to you by taking you Christmas shopping this weekend?"
He seemed to brighten at this. "Alright, but don't think this means I'm not still mad at you."
"Fine, whatever," I replied before returning to the real world and walking back to class.
Bakura stuck to his word and behaved through the rest of the class and most of the next one. (Though there was a close call when he was acting like he was about to attack the teacher and almost made me laugh.)
~Bakura's POV~
The bell rang and everyone got up to leave the class in a hurry. Except Michelle. She always seemed to take her time with life. Everything she did was very....deliberate. Once her things were in order she walked out of the class and into the hall. Several people said hello and she waved absently to them.
'Why does she always act so distant?' I wondered as Michelle pulled things out of her locker. Suddenly I realized she was packing her backpack. //Where are we going?// I inquired.
/Home,/ she replied simply.
//I thought students had to stay at school for lunch!//
/Not me. I take some classes at home as well as at school, which allows me to go home for lunch./ As she said this she finished packing her backpack and pulled on her coat. Slamming her locker shut, she started walking down the hall again.
As she walked towards the doors the masses of students thinned, and then disappeared completely when the late-bell sounded.
While she was signing out at what I assumed was the office, I appeared in spirit-form again. I had been in the ring for the trip through the halls because, as I learned this morning, several people walking through you at once is _not_ fun.
Once Michelle had finished we walked out the front doors. I became solid as soon as we were outside, thankful for the full return of my senses.
"Oh wow, look at the snow!" Michelle breathed, voice alight with wonder.
It was indeed snowing. Great white crystals tumbled silently from the slate clouds above, gathering delicately on any surface that was patient enough to allow it. Snow is probably one of the only things I'll ever enjoy during the winter season. It's beautiful, captivating.
I became aware that I had been staring at the falling crystals when something hard and _cold_ hit the back of my head, jarring me out of my trance. I whipped around to see Michelle standing a few feet away, laughing like a loon. In a rush I realized what had happened. I'd been hit by a snowball.
~Michelle's POV~
The moment Bakura saw the snow he stopped and stared at it with a sort of pensive look on his face. After about a minute he still hadn't moved so I waved my hand in front of his face. Nothing
'This could be fun,' I thought as I tested the snow to see if it was good for snowballs. 'Very fun.' Finding the snow was perfect, I formed a snowball and took aim.
At first I wasn't sure if Bakura even noticed his head was covered with snow, but after a few seconds he whirled around, searching for the source of his discomfort. The instant he looked at me I began to laugh insanely.
~General POV~
Bakura slowly reached up to brush the snow out of his hair, but only managed to dump more of the fluffy stuff down the back of his shirt. He hardly noticed, though, as he was forming a plan.
Michelle had been in enough snowball fights to recognize planning when she saw it, and Bakura was definitely planning. She tensed, ready to spring behind the tree that was a mere yard and a half to her right. She had stopped laughing and now wore a mask of complete calm.
Bakura, noticing Michelle's actions, also tensed. He knew someone would have to make the first move.
Two snowball fight champions stood at the ready, prepared to let fly at any second. The tension was so nearly tangible that you'd think it would be more than enough to shield either from a snowball.
Then, with dizzying speed, both jumped from their suspended state into motion. Michelle dashed for the tree, scooping up snow to form a second missile as she went, while Bakura threw snowballs as fast as he could make them.
Once Michelle made it behind the tree, she turned her attention to the ice ball in her hands, making sure it was packed as tightly as possible. 'This one will sting,' she thought, smiling, as she quickly made a normal snowball and hurled it at Bakura so he wouldn't get suspicious. It didn't hit him, but she hadn't intended it to.
//Why are you ~hiding~?// Bakura taunted. If he could get Michelle angry she wouldn't think straight. Then Bakura would have the advantage. She didn't respond though. Just as well, seeing as Bakura was also using a tree as a shield.
After fifteen minutes neither had moved. Both were hurling snowballs, neither had scored a hit, and both were running out of snow. Pretty soon someone would be trapped without a weapon. Then the real war would start.
Bakura looked around and realized he was dangerously low on snow. Beginning to get worried, he tried to see how much snow Michelle had left. He nearly got a face full of snow for his trouble.
Michelle's snow was also very nearly gone, but she still hadn't used her secret weapon. Deciding it was time to start the final battle, she stepped out from the patch of trees and into the open where the last of the snow was.
Seeing Michelle walk out, Bakura knew she was out of snow too. As he strode out face her, he hid his last snowball behind his back.
Both stood waiting, again, for their opponent to make a move. Suddenly Michelle shot the ice ball at Bakura. Hit square in the chest, he uttered a muffled "oof" and stumbled backwards. But instead of falling as Michelle had expected him to, he sprang forward, eyes glinting evilly, and hurled his hidden snowball.
Michelle was hit directly in the face. Her vision blurred and she fell backwards into a snowdrift. When her line of sight finally cleared, she found she was staring up at the sky. Michelle was also annoyed to find that she was shivering violently and that snow had started to collect on top of her.
Sitting up quickly, she discovered a smirking Bakura sitting right in front of her. "Ugh. How long did you let me lay there?"
"I don't know, about ten minutes. I was about to drag you home," Bakura said, seemingly unconcerned.
"Don't do me any favors," she spat. Trying to stand up, she swayed woozily. This time Michelle thought she saw a look of worry pass over Bakura's face, but he covered it too quickly for her to be sure.
Bakura, seeing Michelle was about to fall over again, thought, 'Maybe I shouldn't have left her in the snow for that long...' but quickly smothered his worry seconds later. Instead, he stood up and caught Michelle's arm in a firm grip to steady her. She frowned but accepted the help without complaint.
They walked in silence for a few minutes until Bakura said, "I guess I won."
Michelle laughed, "Yeah right! I hit you twice and you only hit me once. Besides, you cheated."
Bakura snorted derisively, "And you didn't cheat? I don't remember saying ice balls were allowed. Also, while it's true you hit me twice, I knocked you out. I'd say that's a win."
And they walked the rest of the way arguing.
When they reached the house, Michelle could tell Bakura was about to go back into the ring. "You don't have to go. No one's home today."
He looked at her like he was going to say something, but was prevented from doing so as he broke into a hysterical fit laughter.
Michelle, confused, asked, "What?"
Bakura could barely speak, "You- you're-" he stopped for a minute to try and catch his breath. Finally, "You're getting a black eye!"
Once this remark registered in her mind, Michelle tore into the house and ran to the first mirror she could find. There she saw that, slowly but surely, a dark bruise was forming under her left eye.
"Damn it Bakura! You are SO going to pay for this!" she shouted as Bakura, once again, broke into a mad fit of giggling. *** All done! Leave lots of reviews!