R Amythest: well, I lost the floppy disk for this story, so now I have to
re-type half 'o' this chapter on the comp. . so no author's notes. . .
****************************Chapter Eighteen: Oblivion***************************
I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth and resisting the grinding of the rocks below me. Joey was beside me, groaning and whimpering occasionally. I sighed, the pain really hasn't subsided any. The forest looked the same all around us, and it wasn't any use denying the inevitable- we were going to the prison. I yelped, a particularly large rock going under my leg. I didn't know how much longer I could take this treatment. Well, Harp and Bakura lived through this. . . I should be able to, too. I sighed.
/Harp an' 'kura are different from us. . ./
How, in the fact that they're more durable?
/Yug', quite being pessimistic. . ./
ME pessimistic?! You're the one that said they're different. . .
/. . . I'm going to sleep./
Good luck.
I seriously couldn't see how he could sleep. I grumbled and tried to close my eyes, but a jolt quickly caused my eyes to widen like saucers again. A few minutes later, I gave up on trying to sleep and looked over at Joey. He managed to sleep, somehow. I sighed and closed my eyes again, finally tired enough to doze.
I was rudely interrupted by a shout. "WHAT THE HECK'S GOIN' ON HERE?!" a Summon Skull yelled. Revlon dropped us, and I could see his hand quiver.
"But. . . you were at the prison!"
There, with a silver radiance, was Bakura.
He quickly possessed a Summon Skull and attacked another one. This seemed to wear both down, however. I unsheathed my sword and held it in front of me. "Sword of Silence, strike!" I mumbled. My sword flickered, emitted some static, then dulled. "Just the time to run out of charge!" I grumbled. I re- sheathed it and had a minor brainstorm. With the sword, I could easily destroy them all. But without, I have an attack of 2500, and that's the same as the skulls. Then we'd both be weary. . .
"UMPH!" I groaned as searing pain filled my chest like needles. I glanced up and saw a Summon Skull creating another electric sphere. I struggled to get up, and staggered on one leg before being struck down again by the new energy ball. I yelped and collapsed, my vision blurry.
/{YUGI!}/
I'm fine! Move it! You can't stand a single attack, Joey, with your attack being 1800. . . My body rolled across the ground and I coughed as another orb hit me. And I'm sure they have de-spell. . .
/But Yug', you can't last. . ./
I cried out in pain.
{. . .all that long! You could be seriously injured!}
I winced as my injured arm roughly scraped against the ground. But you two should also focus on getting away, and not getting hit yourself!
I was deaf for a moment, but I could see Joey and Bakura have a brief conversation. I curled into a ball, and briefly wondered if the attacking skull also felt pain. I whimpered and put a hand on my sword. Please. . . save my friends, if not all. . . It glowed a brilliant scarlet, as it emitted a bright light.
"What the. . ." a Summon Skull gasped. Revlon made a few hasty steps back, before noticing Bakura frozen in a skull. My vision was blurry, but I could briefly see Revlon grab Bakura and push him aside before the light engulfed them all. . .
**LATER**
The first thing I noticed was pain.
I was painfully resting on my left arm, the one with the gash, and my chest and various parts of my leg were throbbing. My head also was intensely sore. I groaned and put my right hand on my forehead. I glanced over at the Skulls, or where they were. There was, instead, three blackish hearts, and one gray one.
"Yugi? You awake?" I heard a soft voice beside me say. I was touched gently on my injured arm, and I jerked away. I spun around to face Bakura, who quickly withdrew his hand. "Sorry, but I had some Goblin's Secret Remedy, and I thought you might want some. . ." I sighed in relief.
"Yes, that would be nice. Thanks," I said, taking off that piece of armor. He fidgeted. "No, don't worry, I have garments underneath." Bakura visibly relaxed. I put the armor aside, and he scooted closer. He took out a bottle, and removed a large, green leaf with an oozy, but sparkly, liquid. I held out my arm in order to make things easier, and he placed it over the wound and wrapped it back up, with the leaf and ooze inside.
"It makes it feel better, and there's a much lower chance of infection," he told me, "it's quite effective." I nodded, when I remembered the events of the past day.
"What was it that the Summon Skull did to you?" I asked. He flinched and looked over at the hearts.
"Well. . . I was gazing into your attack, thinking. . . and frozen, and then the Summon Skull called Revlon grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the skull. . . and what I really think was inspiring," he lifted his head now to the sky, and I could see the faint glistening in his eyes, "was what he said. . ."
"And that was. . .?"
"He shouted to me, 'of all philosophy, the will to live and go on is the top.' Then he pushed me out of the crowd and braced himself. . . And I think that's what qualified him to have a gray heart instead of black," he said, nodding to the four hearts.
I cocked my head, wondering why that phrase meant so much to him. Then I remembered. . .
**FLASHBACK**
"Yep, another one resorting to suicide!" one Summon Skull laughed.
"Not funny," Revlon mumbled. "Suicide is just sick."
"Ah, you're just always sensitive," a third jeered.
Joey and I looked at each other. Who were they talking about?
"Yeah, and don't forget, he's the one who told hold of you," the first reminded him.
Took control? Summon Skull? SUICIDE? Could it be. . . Bakura?
"He's right Revlon! You're too sympathetic for your own good!" a fourth chimed in.
Revlon shrugged. "Suit yourself. I'm going to take a walk."
**END FLASHBACK**
"Are you suicidal?" I blurted out, causing him to jerk his head towards me, startled, his eyes wide. I could see him blushing nervously, lowering his head slightly. "Sorry," I said, quietly this time, "none of my business. . ."
"No, it's okay," I could hear him croak, "about time SOMEONE knew. . ." I swallowed the lump in my throat, this really wasn't the position I like to be in with my friends. . . Bakura always was the shy one. . .
Great, have him treat you and reveal something to you, then damage the friendship. . . just great. . . I scootched over and gently tried to catch view of his face. He sniffled, then sighed and turned around. "Wanna wake Joey?" he asked, trying to put some enthusiasm in his voice (though I could tell he was trying to change the subject, that I was glad for.)
"You really want to? It's usually pretty hard, him being a pig and all. . ." I joked, relieved to see Bakura's eyes sparkle again. [1]
"Well. . . either that or stay here. . ." I heard his stomach rumble, and he gave a carefree laugh. "And I admit it, I'm hungry. We can't just leave him here, right?" I nodded. Oooooooooooh Jooooooooooooooooey. . .
/Zzz. . ./
{Joey?}
/Zzz. . . Momma?/ Bakura sweatdropped. "Mommy?" he mouthed. I giggled.
{I'm not your mom. . .}
/Zzzzzzzzzzzzz. . ./
WAKE UP!
/Zzz. . . move the truck over just a little to the right. . . mm, pizza. . ./
I sweatdropped and went over to him. Deciding on what needed to be done, I took out my sword, and Bakura's eyes widened. Don't worry, it's not what you think. I brought my sword by Joey's stomach, poked him twice, and yelled, "CRYYYYYYGIF!!!!!!"
Joey gave a loud "ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH!" And rolled over, his chest heaving and sword held in a possessive stance. I ducked behind Bakura and giggled, avoiding Joey's glare.
"Y'know, that wasn't very nice," Bakura started.
"I agree," Joey muttered.
"You were sleeping like my foot was a few minutes ago!" I complained. "And you thought Bakura was your mom!"
He gaped at me. "Uh. . . thanks, I guess."
"Shouldn't we be getting some food?" Bakura asked timidly.
"YEEEEEAH!" Joey agreed.
"Two against one. . . I'm not one to oppose," I sighed. "But I'm in charge! Whatever you gather, you eat! Meaning, Joey, Bakura and I are NOT going to get food for you to eat!" Joey grumbled.
"Sounds good," Bakura agreed.
"I'm not good at finding stuff!" Joey complained. "I'll die of starvation!"
"No you won't," I snapped, "you're just lazy most of the time."
"Hey, I've got a high metabolism!" he defended.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bakura sigh and lean back against a tree. It never really occurred to me before how much he's been like this. "Listen, I'll argue later, but for now, you're not the only one who's hungry." I gave a wave in Bakura's direction.
"Ah. . . okay. C'mon 'kura! LET'S EAT!"
I sighed. "Leave a trail of something so you can come back here. I'll be waiting." They both nodded before taking off. I wasn't really hungry, more like tired. I leaned against a tree and stretched, noticing the dark gray clouds for the first time. I stopped what I was doing and gazed at the clouds. Sh*t, I hope they aren't cumulonimbus. . .
A crash and a steady rhythm against the tree leaves answered my question. They were. Joey! Bakura! Are ya there?
/AGH! RAIN! COLD! WET!!!!!!!!!!!!!/
{We're here we're just-} his reply was cut off abruptly.
Bakura? Bakura!
/He slipped, tha's all. . ./
Oh. . .
/Wait. . . uh, Yug', did you pay attention in Health?/
Yeah, why? Actually, I slept half of the time. . . ask Bakura. He's always attentive.
/There's a problem with tha' I won't discuss. . . but. . . what do you do to an unconscious person?/
YOU CALL THAT 'THAT'S ALL?!'
/Eh heh, heh, heh. . ./
I slumped against the tree. Well, first, make sure he's breathing. . . and his heart's beating. . .
/Check. . ./
Then feel to see if he's cold or anything like that. . .
/Cold?! Heck, yeah!/
Use your brain, Joseph! Warm him up!
/. . . it's rainin', Yug./
Wow. I can tell. I replied sarcastically.
/Two words: soaked cloth./
It suddenly dawned on me what needed to be done. Joey seemed to sense my thoughts. /WWWWWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAATTTTT?/[2]
. . . last resort. Picture THIS.
**MINDLINK**
Funeral. The sign reads, "Ryou Bakura, born September 2nd 1987, died February 26th, 2003."
The priest comes up. You fall asleep through half of it, but instantly wake up at the phrase, "died of unknown causes," and then. . . you remember. . .
No, not unknown. Of the cold, and could've been prevented.
**END MINDLINK**
/. . ./
Well?
/. . . I get your point. Fine. BUT GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!/
Okay. . . if my sword's charged. I slid it out and thought, Joey Wheeler, Flaming Swordsman. To my delight, it went out of my hand and pointed. It started moving along, and I followed it. It WAS cold, though.
/. . . after they're warm?/
Um. . . normally, you put a cool cloth on their forehead, but right now, I think it's cold enough. . .
/Uh huh./
I turned a corner and realized that it WAS quite slippery.
/Yug', he's kinda chokin', and it seems he can't really breathe well. . ./
CPR!
/What?!/
Okay, you put your mouth on his. . . I skidded around another corner and followed my sword, hoping I wasn't far.
/WHAT?!/
Then you lift his chin and pinch his nose and exhale for 5 seconds. . .
/YUGI!!!!!!!!!/
You want to be the cause of his death?!
/. . ./
Then do it until I arrive, see what's wrong, and get Relene!
/Ugh. . . okay. . . Just get Relene, you KNOW what's wrong./
Fine. Relene, Reborn the Monster. My sword turned around and I followed it. I wondered how much more the sword could continue to lead me, when it runs out of energy. I slipped and I yelped as I fell face-down into the mud.
"Yugi! Are you okay?" I heard a sympathetic voice say. I rubbed the sandy and uncomfortable grit out of my eyes.
"Myst?"
"Yes, it's me. What are you doing here?!"
"Looking for Relene. . ."
"Me?" I heard her say. "What for? Oh, the gash on your arm. . .?"
"No, not me!" I succeeded in rubbing the stuff out of my eyes. "Bakura slipped and probably hit his head on something, now he's unconscious, and Joey says he's gasping for air!"
"Wait. . . 'Joey says?'" Relene interrupted, but getting up all the same.
"They went looking for food and the thunderstorm started. C'mon!" I urged, grabbing her arm and tugging it like a toddler. She followed, with Myst and Shimmer following. The thunder crashed, and lightning lit the sky as we splashed through puddles. Joe, is he okay?
/I think. . . he's not replyin', but he's breathin' OK now. . ./
good. Hang on!
/Tell that to Bakura!/ I followed my sword a length more, and I came upon a swampy area. I saw two figures, and I saw how someone could trip and hit his head, hard, on something. I walked over to them, my feet sticky with the mud around the area. Joey turned and saw me, and I saw that Bakura was moving, even if only a little. Thank goodness. . .
Relene shuffled over, and Joey stepped aside so she could observe Bakura. She held up her hands a bit above his form, and a light was emitted. I saw Bakura moan and shift, then his eyes fluttered open.
{What happened?}
/You got a concussion!/
You were knocked unconscious!
::You had a hard knock on the head. . . I'll agree with that.::
\I have no idea what's going on, but you were injured.\
Bakura had a puzzled expression. "Confusing, but I think I get the idea." He sat up, and, much to his/our relief, he succeeded.
::Take it easy. No fighting. I'll agree with Joey that you DID get a hard blow to your head.:: Bakura felt the back of his head, brought his hand to his face, and was relieved to see that there was no blood.
"But don't you think the cold isn't the best place to be right now?" he suggested.
Myst shivered and pulled her robes closer. "I agree. Joey, is your sword working?"
"Yep," he said, releasing a flame to the nearest tree.
"NOT START A FOREST FIRE!" Relene and Myst shouted. I sweatdropped, and Bakura held his head. Hearing two girls shout after you get a concussion isn't a pleasant thing. {Gals, please, please, please tone it down?}
\Sorry.\
::Likewise.::
But the fire quickly died with the pouring rain. "Sh*t," Joey mumbled. He aimed the sword at the ground in front of us and sent a long stream of fire. It kept going for a while, and we placed our hands near it to seep in the heat. But a few minutes later, the long flame sputtered and died. We all sighed. Bakura curled up into a ball, and Relene started trying to dry out her robes, with little success.
"Am I the only one who's cold?" Myst complained.
"No," we all, except Joey, said in unison.
"Brighten up! Quit bein' so pessimistic!" Joey exclaimed.
"Joey, we're not fire-elemental, and we're not comfy cozy," Relene muttered, hugging her knees to her chest.
I sighed and slipped out my sword. Joey started edging away. "Yug', who're ya gonna nuke?"
"No one," I replied, aiming my sword to the sky. Stop, rain! To my delight, the storm cleared. Relene, Myst, and Bakura seemed relieved, but Joey gave me a glare.
"Great. Why didn't you think of that before?" he accused.
"Injury," I replied, not thinking, pointing to Bakura. He sighed and buried his head in his knees, which were hugged to his chest. . . . sorry. . .
{No, it's the truth. . .}
I sighed. Joey seemed to regret it to some rate. "So. . . just be glad the rain let up, right?"
"Yup," I agreed.
\*static* kid, i- *static* it? Don't *static* up!\
{I *static* ess. . .}
I seemed to only pick up bits of their conversation, since I think they were trying to make it a personal conversation. Myst helped Bakura up, who stumbled, but managed to regain his balance.
We're on the road again.
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[1] I don't think I've written Yugi/Ryou before and ever will. It's just a friend thing, and I have to prepare for the gigantic sequel to this. In fact, the FIRST chapter 18 on my floppy disk had both of them asleep when Yugi woke up, and he commented that Ryou, when he was sleeping on the angel wing, looked soft. . . tee hee, hee. . .
[2] I don't write Joey/Ryou either. Makes me wonder why I'm doing this. . .
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Yami Amythest: . . . too. . . much. . . Ryou. . . angst. . .
R Amythest: *sighs* I don't know why I did that. . . just wanted to. . . Just be glad it wasn't a cliffhanger.
Yami Amythest: I was just wondering. . . how could anything NOT be a cliffhanger? A chapter in the middle of the story makes you wonder about the true ending to the story, and the epilogue/last chapter makes you think about the sequel. . .
R Amythest: . you spoil all my fun. . . *forces Yami Amythest back into the Millennium Sceptre*
Yami Amythest: *from inside the rod* she gets lots of ideas from reviewers who like 'cuddly' Dark Magician Girls. . . And ones who like lumpy sleepy packages.
Two people in audience: HEY!
R Amythest: No insulting my penpals/reviewers! _ especially my favorites!
Someone: I'm your favorite?!
R Amythest: ^^ heck yeah! Can't wait till you get out of groundation!
Ryou: what?
R Amythest: my new word! Groundation!
COH Ryou: *sighs* I think we need to fix the authoress. *walks offscreen, R Amythest following*
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****************************Chapter Eighteen: Oblivion***************************
I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth and resisting the grinding of the rocks below me. Joey was beside me, groaning and whimpering occasionally. I sighed, the pain really hasn't subsided any. The forest looked the same all around us, and it wasn't any use denying the inevitable- we were going to the prison. I yelped, a particularly large rock going under my leg. I didn't know how much longer I could take this treatment. Well, Harp and Bakura lived through this. . . I should be able to, too. I sighed.
/Harp an' 'kura are different from us. . ./
How, in the fact that they're more durable?
/Yug', quite being pessimistic. . ./
ME pessimistic?! You're the one that said they're different. . .
/. . . I'm going to sleep./
Good luck.
I seriously couldn't see how he could sleep. I grumbled and tried to close my eyes, but a jolt quickly caused my eyes to widen like saucers again. A few minutes later, I gave up on trying to sleep and looked over at Joey. He managed to sleep, somehow. I sighed and closed my eyes again, finally tired enough to doze.
I was rudely interrupted by a shout. "WHAT THE HECK'S GOIN' ON HERE?!" a Summon Skull yelled. Revlon dropped us, and I could see his hand quiver.
"But. . . you were at the prison!"
There, with a silver radiance, was Bakura.
He quickly possessed a Summon Skull and attacked another one. This seemed to wear both down, however. I unsheathed my sword and held it in front of me. "Sword of Silence, strike!" I mumbled. My sword flickered, emitted some static, then dulled. "Just the time to run out of charge!" I grumbled. I re- sheathed it and had a minor brainstorm. With the sword, I could easily destroy them all. But without, I have an attack of 2500, and that's the same as the skulls. Then we'd both be weary. . .
"UMPH!" I groaned as searing pain filled my chest like needles. I glanced up and saw a Summon Skull creating another electric sphere. I struggled to get up, and staggered on one leg before being struck down again by the new energy ball. I yelped and collapsed, my vision blurry.
/{YUGI!}/
I'm fine! Move it! You can't stand a single attack, Joey, with your attack being 1800. . . My body rolled across the ground and I coughed as another orb hit me. And I'm sure they have de-spell. . .
/But Yug', you can't last. . ./
I cried out in pain.
{. . .all that long! You could be seriously injured!}
I winced as my injured arm roughly scraped against the ground. But you two should also focus on getting away, and not getting hit yourself!
I was deaf for a moment, but I could see Joey and Bakura have a brief conversation. I curled into a ball, and briefly wondered if the attacking skull also felt pain. I whimpered and put a hand on my sword. Please. . . save my friends, if not all. . . It glowed a brilliant scarlet, as it emitted a bright light.
"What the. . ." a Summon Skull gasped. Revlon made a few hasty steps back, before noticing Bakura frozen in a skull. My vision was blurry, but I could briefly see Revlon grab Bakura and push him aside before the light engulfed them all. . .
**LATER**
The first thing I noticed was pain.
I was painfully resting on my left arm, the one with the gash, and my chest and various parts of my leg were throbbing. My head also was intensely sore. I groaned and put my right hand on my forehead. I glanced over at the Skulls, or where they were. There was, instead, three blackish hearts, and one gray one.
"Yugi? You awake?" I heard a soft voice beside me say. I was touched gently on my injured arm, and I jerked away. I spun around to face Bakura, who quickly withdrew his hand. "Sorry, but I had some Goblin's Secret Remedy, and I thought you might want some. . ." I sighed in relief.
"Yes, that would be nice. Thanks," I said, taking off that piece of armor. He fidgeted. "No, don't worry, I have garments underneath." Bakura visibly relaxed. I put the armor aside, and he scooted closer. He took out a bottle, and removed a large, green leaf with an oozy, but sparkly, liquid. I held out my arm in order to make things easier, and he placed it over the wound and wrapped it back up, with the leaf and ooze inside.
"It makes it feel better, and there's a much lower chance of infection," he told me, "it's quite effective." I nodded, when I remembered the events of the past day.
"What was it that the Summon Skull did to you?" I asked. He flinched and looked over at the hearts.
"Well. . . I was gazing into your attack, thinking. . . and frozen, and then the Summon Skull called Revlon grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the skull. . . and what I really think was inspiring," he lifted his head now to the sky, and I could see the faint glistening in his eyes, "was what he said. . ."
"And that was. . .?"
"He shouted to me, 'of all philosophy, the will to live and go on is the top.' Then he pushed me out of the crowd and braced himself. . . And I think that's what qualified him to have a gray heart instead of black," he said, nodding to the four hearts.
I cocked my head, wondering why that phrase meant so much to him. Then I remembered. . .
**FLASHBACK**
"Yep, another one resorting to suicide!" one Summon Skull laughed.
"Not funny," Revlon mumbled. "Suicide is just sick."
"Ah, you're just always sensitive," a third jeered.
Joey and I looked at each other. Who were they talking about?
"Yeah, and don't forget, he's the one who told hold of you," the first reminded him.
Took control? Summon Skull? SUICIDE? Could it be. . . Bakura?
"He's right Revlon! You're too sympathetic for your own good!" a fourth chimed in.
Revlon shrugged. "Suit yourself. I'm going to take a walk."
**END FLASHBACK**
"Are you suicidal?" I blurted out, causing him to jerk his head towards me, startled, his eyes wide. I could see him blushing nervously, lowering his head slightly. "Sorry," I said, quietly this time, "none of my business. . ."
"No, it's okay," I could hear him croak, "about time SOMEONE knew. . ." I swallowed the lump in my throat, this really wasn't the position I like to be in with my friends. . . Bakura always was the shy one. . .
Great, have him treat you and reveal something to you, then damage the friendship. . . just great. . . I scootched over and gently tried to catch view of his face. He sniffled, then sighed and turned around. "Wanna wake Joey?" he asked, trying to put some enthusiasm in his voice (though I could tell he was trying to change the subject, that I was glad for.)
"You really want to? It's usually pretty hard, him being a pig and all. . ." I joked, relieved to see Bakura's eyes sparkle again. [1]
"Well. . . either that or stay here. . ." I heard his stomach rumble, and he gave a carefree laugh. "And I admit it, I'm hungry. We can't just leave him here, right?" I nodded. Oooooooooooh Jooooooooooooooooey. . .
/Zzz. . ./
{Joey?}
/Zzz. . . Momma?/ Bakura sweatdropped. "Mommy?" he mouthed. I giggled.
{I'm not your mom. . .}
/Zzzzzzzzzzzzz. . ./
WAKE UP!
/Zzz. . . move the truck over just a little to the right. . . mm, pizza. . ./
I sweatdropped and went over to him. Deciding on what needed to be done, I took out my sword, and Bakura's eyes widened. Don't worry, it's not what you think. I brought my sword by Joey's stomach, poked him twice, and yelled, "CRYYYYYYGIF!!!!!!"
Joey gave a loud "ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH!" And rolled over, his chest heaving and sword held in a possessive stance. I ducked behind Bakura and giggled, avoiding Joey's glare.
"Y'know, that wasn't very nice," Bakura started.
"I agree," Joey muttered.
"You were sleeping like my foot was a few minutes ago!" I complained. "And you thought Bakura was your mom!"
He gaped at me. "Uh. . . thanks, I guess."
"Shouldn't we be getting some food?" Bakura asked timidly.
"YEEEEEAH!" Joey agreed.
"Two against one. . . I'm not one to oppose," I sighed. "But I'm in charge! Whatever you gather, you eat! Meaning, Joey, Bakura and I are NOT going to get food for you to eat!" Joey grumbled.
"Sounds good," Bakura agreed.
"I'm not good at finding stuff!" Joey complained. "I'll die of starvation!"
"No you won't," I snapped, "you're just lazy most of the time."
"Hey, I've got a high metabolism!" he defended.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bakura sigh and lean back against a tree. It never really occurred to me before how much he's been like this. "Listen, I'll argue later, but for now, you're not the only one who's hungry." I gave a wave in Bakura's direction.
"Ah. . . okay. C'mon 'kura! LET'S EAT!"
I sighed. "Leave a trail of something so you can come back here. I'll be waiting." They both nodded before taking off. I wasn't really hungry, more like tired. I leaned against a tree and stretched, noticing the dark gray clouds for the first time. I stopped what I was doing and gazed at the clouds. Sh*t, I hope they aren't cumulonimbus. . .
A crash and a steady rhythm against the tree leaves answered my question. They were. Joey! Bakura! Are ya there?
/AGH! RAIN! COLD! WET!!!!!!!!!!!!!/
{We're here we're just-} his reply was cut off abruptly.
Bakura? Bakura!
/He slipped, tha's all. . ./
Oh. . .
/Wait. . . uh, Yug', did you pay attention in Health?/
Yeah, why? Actually, I slept half of the time. . . ask Bakura. He's always attentive.
/There's a problem with tha' I won't discuss. . . but. . . what do you do to an unconscious person?/
YOU CALL THAT 'THAT'S ALL?!'
/Eh heh, heh, heh. . ./
I slumped against the tree. Well, first, make sure he's breathing. . . and his heart's beating. . .
/Check. . ./
Then feel to see if he's cold or anything like that. . .
/Cold?! Heck, yeah!/
Use your brain, Joseph! Warm him up!
/. . . it's rainin', Yug./
Wow. I can tell. I replied sarcastically.
/Two words: soaked cloth./
It suddenly dawned on me what needed to be done. Joey seemed to sense my thoughts. /WWWWWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAATTTTT?/[2]
. . . last resort. Picture THIS.
**MINDLINK**
Funeral. The sign reads, "Ryou Bakura, born September 2nd 1987, died February 26th, 2003."
The priest comes up. You fall asleep through half of it, but instantly wake up at the phrase, "died of unknown causes," and then. . . you remember. . .
No, not unknown. Of the cold, and could've been prevented.
**END MINDLINK**
/. . ./
Well?
/. . . I get your point. Fine. BUT GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!/
Okay. . . if my sword's charged. I slid it out and thought, Joey Wheeler, Flaming Swordsman. To my delight, it went out of my hand and pointed. It started moving along, and I followed it. It WAS cold, though.
/. . . after they're warm?/
Um. . . normally, you put a cool cloth on their forehead, but right now, I think it's cold enough. . .
/Uh huh./
I turned a corner and realized that it WAS quite slippery.
/Yug', he's kinda chokin', and it seems he can't really breathe well. . ./
CPR!
/What?!/
Okay, you put your mouth on his. . . I skidded around another corner and followed my sword, hoping I wasn't far.
/WHAT?!/
Then you lift his chin and pinch his nose and exhale for 5 seconds. . .
/YUGI!!!!!!!!!/
You want to be the cause of his death?!
/. . ./
Then do it until I arrive, see what's wrong, and get Relene!
/Ugh. . . okay. . . Just get Relene, you KNOW what's wrong./
Fine. Relene, Reborn the Monster. My sword turned around and I followed it. I wondered how much more the sword could continue to lead me, when it runs out of energy. I slipped and I yelped as I fell face-down into the mud.
"Yugi! Are you okay?" I heard a sympathetic voice say. I rubbed the sandy and uncomfortable grit out of my eyes.
"Myst?"
"Yes, it's me. What are you doing here?!"
"Looking for Relene. . ."
"Me?" I heard her say. "What for? Oh, the gash on your arm. . .?"
"No, not me!" I succeeded in rubbing the stuff out of my eyes. "Bakura slipped and probably hit his head on something, now he's unconscious, and Joey says he's gasping for air!"
"Wait. . . 'Joey says?'" Relene interrupted, but getting up all the same.
"They went looking for food and the thunderstorm started. C'mon!" I urged, grabbing her arm and tugging it like a toddler. She followed, with Myst and Shimmer following. The thunder crashed, and lightning lit the sky as we splashed through puddles. Joe, is he okay?
/I think. . . he's not replyin', but he's breathin' OK now. . ./
good. Hang on!
/Tell that to Bakura!/ I followed my sword a length more, and I came upon a swampy area. I saw two figures, and I saw how someone could trip and hit his head, hard, on something. I walked over to them, my feet sticky with the mud around the area. Joey turned and saw me, and I saw that Bakura was moving, even if only a little. Thank goodness. . .
Relene shuffled over, and Joey stepped aside so she could observe Bakura. She held up her hands a bit above his form, and a light was emitted. I saw Bakura moan and shift, then his eyes fluttered open.
{What happened?}
/You got a concussion!/
You were knocked unconscious!
::You had a hard knock on the head. . . I'll agree with that.::
\I have no idea what's going on, but you were injured.\
Bakura had a puzzled expression. "Confusing, but I think I get the idea." He sat up, and, much to his/our relief, he succeeded.
::Take it easy. No fighting. I'll agree with Joey that you DID get a hard blow to your head.:: Bakura felt the back of his head, brought his hand to his face, and was relieved to see that there was no blood.
"But don't you think the cold isn't the best place to be right now?" he suggested.
Myst shivered and pulled her robes closer. "I agree. Joey, is your sword working?"
"Yep," he said, releasing a flame to the nearest tree.
"NOT START A FOREST FIRE!" Relene and Myst shouted. I sweatdropped, and Bakura held his head. Hearing two girls shout after you get a concussion isn't a pleasant thing. {Gals, please, please, please tone it down?}
\Sorry.\
::Likewise.::
But the fire quickly died with the pouring rain. "Sh*t," Joey mumbled. He aimed the sword at the ground in front of us and sent a long stream of fire. It kept going for a while, and we placed our hands near it to seep in the heat. But a few minutes later, the long flame sputtered and died. We all sighed. Bakura curled up into a ball, and Relene started trying to dry out her robes, with little success.
"Am I the only one who's cold?" Myst complained.
"No," we all, except Joey, said in unison.
"Brighten up! Quit bein' so pessimistic!" Joey exclaimed.
"Joey, we're not fire-elemental, and we're not comfy cozy," Relene muttered, hugging her knees to her chest.
I sighed and slipped out my sword. Joey started edging away. "Yug', who're ya gonna nuke?"
"No one," I replied, aiming my sword to the sky. Stop, rain! To my delight, the storm cleared. Relene, Myst, and Bakura seemed relieved, but Joey gave me a glare.
"Great. Why didn't you think of that before?" he accused.
"Injury," I replied, not thinking, pointing to Bakura. He sighed and buried his head in his knees, which were hugged to his chest. . . . sorry. . .
{No, it's the truth. . .}
I sighed. Joey seemed to regret it to some rate. "So. . . just be glad the rain let up, right?"
"Yup," I agreed.
\*static* kid, i- *static* it? Don't *static* up!\
{I *static* ess. . .}
I seemed to only pick up bits of their conversation, since I think they were trying to make it a personal conversation. Myst helped Bakura up, who stumbled, but managed to regain his balance.
We're on the road again.
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[1] I don't think I've written Yugi/Ryou before and ever will. It's just a friend thing, and I have to prepare for the gigantic sequel to this. In fact, the FIRST chapter 18 on my floppy disk had both of them asleep when Yugi woke up, and he commented that Ryou, when he was sleeping on the angel wing, looked soft. . . tee hee, hee. . .
[2] I don't write Joey/Ryou either. Makes me wonder why I'm doing this. . .
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Yami Amythest: . . . too. . . much. . . Ryou. . . angst. . .
R Amythest: *sighs* I don't know why I did that. . . just wanted to. . . Just be glad it wasn't a cliffhanger.
Yami Amythest: I was just wondering. . . how could anything NOT be a cliffhanger? A chapter in the middle of the story makes you wonder about the true ending to the story, and the epilogue/last chapter makes you think about the sequel. . .
R Amythest: . you spoil all my fun. . . *forces Yami Amythest back into the Millennium Sceptre*
Yami Amythest: *from inside the rod* she gets lots of ideas from reviewers who like 'cuddly' Dark Magician Girls. . . And ones who like lumpy sleepy packages.
Two people in audience: HEY!
R Amythest: No insulting my penpals/reviewers! _ especially my favorites!
Someone: I'm your favorite?!
R Amythest: ^^ heck yeah! Can't wait till you get out of groundation!
Ryou: what?
R Amythest: my new word! Groundation!
COH Ryou: *sighs* I think we need to fix the authoress. *walks offscreen, R Amythest following*
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