Okay! No more Japanese! It was fun and I may do it again but not right now, so to all you people you didn't want it, most of the reviewers, you won't see it for a while! Even though there were a million spots I could have used it in this chapter! Feel privileged! Well, you don't have to...Thank you for all the reviews!
Question: How can a Yami get sick?
Answer: Yami Bakura isn't actually sick, he is shadowing his hikari's physical condition. Even though Bakura doesn't actually possess the ring some emotions and feeling still trickle through. I hope that explains it. ^-^v
And here's a tip for reviewers: do not use the symbol: in your reviews, for some reason it cuts them off and I don't get to know what else you said! So if Nips reviews again plz continue your last one, I can't stand not knowing...
And Yami is MINE! Just to clear up any misconceptions. ^^ But feel free to borrow him! Nah, he's not mine...he's, um, whoever owns Yu-Gi-Oh!'s
Yami Bakura shuddered in his sleep against the cold, curling tighter into the clothes Joey had lent him. His own muddy jeans were drying by the meager fire they had been able to throw together with the few dry sticks and branches they had been able to find. Yami Yuugi, still a bit apprehensive of the other yami's presence, stared coldly at him from over the small flames, a hand over the spot where the facsimile of the puzzle now ceased to lay. He was dimly aware of the throbbing pains of his other, especially in the shoulders, and he took it all in comfort. It meant that Yuugi was still alive.
The others had gone off looking for their young friend a few hours ago demanding gently that Yami Yuugi stayed with the other darkness and he had been unhappy to comply. He desperately wanted to find his aibou...
"Yami!" He heard Tea call back through the forest. "We found him!" We found Yuugi!" She was practically leaping with joy and Yami Yuugi couldn't help but feel the same. He stood as fast as he could and ran to the shadowy forms of Tristan and Joey. They were struggling to keep hold of the freshman.
"Aibou!" Yuugi's darkness breathed with relief. "I missed you!" He embraced his smaller half, almost in tears. His aibou was back and now everything would be all right!
"Get away from me!" The angry teen shoved his yami away from him, grinning as the weaker form hit the ground hard. "I don't need you guys!"
"What...?" Yami Yuugi asked, unbelieving.
"You were always a burden to me! I hate you all!" He leaned in closer hate kindling in his dark purple gaze. "Especially you! You always cause me trouble!"
"What are you taking about?" Yami Yuugi asked feebly.
"If it weren't for you my grandpa would still be here with me!" He made to run back into the forest but Tristan held him back.
"Take it easy Yuugi!" He yelled, but to no affect.
"I, I don't understand..." Yami Yuugi rambled.
"Well maybe you'll understand this! Leave. Me. Alone!" He shook his yami violently by the shoulders. "You stole Tea away from me and I will never forgive you for that!" Before anyone had a chance to react he ran and was soon lost in the trees.
"Don't go...Aibou, please, don't go!" Yami Yuugi yelled, but it was no use, Yuugi was gone.
"Hey, don't worry Yami." Joey knelt beside the broken figure. "I'm sure it was jus' a misudastandin', we'll find 'im." The darkness was shaking with barely controlled grief, his head bowed forward to hide what everyone supposed were tears. Yuugi was everything to him but now, at the same time, nothing at all. Yami Yuugi had slipped through the cracks...if he didn't have his aibou what did he have?
"Pull!" Yuugi strained against the chains that held Bakura's body to the wall. Unlike Yuugi the white-haired boy had been shackled around his torso with thicker and better fastenings. The metal dug painfully into the slender chest every time they heaved against it. Finally they sat back, panting with exertion. Bakura had paled a few shades lighter under the dirt and grime covering him and sweat trickled down his face leaving white trails in the dust. He was coughing heavily. "Come on, let's try again." Yuugi urged but the sick teen shook his head wearily.
"I can't do it..." he rasped but tugged at the bonds again. His grip was so weak it threatened to slip off the metal casing.
"Yes you can!" Yuugi didn't know how much time they had left and heaved again, desperately. The shadow could come back at any minute. They pulled together.
"Unmm..." Tea looked up at the pained moan. Yami Bakura was curled up tightly, holding his chest and shaking, an occasional cough hurting him more. She looked around. Joey and Tristan were gone, looking for Yuugi and Bakura, and Yami was curled up on his side, sleeping. The girl frowned when she saw the pained expression he wore even in sleep. What Yuugi said had cut him deeply and when he had been awake his eyes, usually so full of life and excitement, had gone flat and dull. He murmured constantly about Yuugi, apologizing, it seemed, for even living.
"Yami..." Tea sighed, "you miss him so much." She wanted to cry she felt so helpless. Yuugi had said he blamed Yami for her rejection and her throat tightened even more while she looked at him. He was so exhausted and worrying about Yuugi so much wasn't allowing him to get any of the rest he needed so badly. Even Yami Bakura was worrying about his hikari even though it seemed to everyone that he hated his lighter half with a passion. "Wake up." She said, tapping the silvery-haired yami awake. Bleary chocolate eyes gazed up at her, blinking away the last remnants of sleep. "You were having a nightmare."
"I know..." he said, his accent slurred with fatigue. "Bakura is...sick as well..." he paused to cough. "...and...hurt..." slowly he sat up and Tea didn't like the look of him. He was far to pale and the perspiration was practically dripping down his face even though he was rubbing his arms in a futile attempt to keep warm.
"Do you want some water?" Asked Tea, holding out the canteen. He took it gratefully, nodding his thanks, and drank a few sips. He had decided that he would settle a truce with them until he was well again. Then he would steal their souls, trap them in the shadow realm and steal that idiot Pharaoh's Sennen Puzzle bringing him one step closer to world domination, but until then...
"...where are...the...others...?"
"Looking for Yuugi and Bakura. Are you feeling any better?"
"...no..." he didn't like to talk, especially now, his throat felt raw and he ached all over, all he wanted to do was sleep but instead stood carefully intending to look for his hikari alone. Not that he actually liked the little imbecile, he merely needed his ring back, that was all.
"Where are you going?" Tea asked. "You really should rest."
"I don't need to take my advice from you!" He yelled hoarsely with any extra strength scaring Tea enough to keep her mouth shut, at least for the time being.
"What's going on?" Yami Yuugi asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes with one hand and leaning on the other. He had dreamt that his aibou had ripped the puzzle apart, he had been sent spiraling back into the place he hated the most, the shadow realm, a pit of loneliness and pain where you could scream forever and no one would ever hear you. He still ached with the memories. The darkness had thought those times would be over, he had found his hikari, his light, the one he could be with and never have to fear anything again or bare the pain alone.
"Bakura's yami is leaving." Tea answered, looking with pity at the dead crimson eyes that stared at her hauntingly from under the golden cascade of his bangs.
"Don't be ridiculous, he can't go anywhere in that condition." He said, standing and stretching like a cat. "Look, he can barely stand." I can barely stand, he thought to himself. He slowly wandered over to his wobbling rival. "See." He said shortly and poked the other in the head with a single finger making him tip to the side, lose his balance and fall back to the ground.
"Why you...arrogant...Pharaoh!" The panting yami's threats went un-noticed, Joey and Tristan had returned and Yami Yuugi looked up quickly, hope shining in his otherwise empty gaze.
"We couldn't find either of them." Tristan announced sadly, watching with regret as the faces of the three they had left behind fell, even Yami Bakura forgot his ranting.
"Oh your torment has just begun." Cackled the shadow from it's hiding place in the trees. "You will both know pain, you, Pharaoh, for the pain you've caused me and Bakura for all the torture you put me through for covering your mistakes." The demon rung it's "hands" together and grinned with evil malice. "Now, to see my tools." In a flash the darkness was gone.
SY: Poor Yami Yuugi, dramatic irony stinks doesn't it? Yay for head pats!
YY: *fixing hair messed up by last reviewer's head pat* Huh? You know something I don't!? Tell me!
SY: No
YY: Yes!
SY: No
YY: Yes!!
DM: As we leave them to their...discussion. *Winces as the sound of glass shattering reaches his ears*
SY: No!
YY: Yes!!!
SY: No! Wait! Put that down! *Crash*
CG: Ooh, that hurt...*Sips a soda*
DM: Yeah...um, the next chapter will be out soon, I hope, ah, ShenYue!
SY: *Supporting Yami Yuugi* We're okay now...I think
YY: *Supporting ShenYue* Yeah, okay...
SY: Thanks...for the reviews...I...mean...*Yami Yuugi drops her as he falls*
YY: *Thud* Sorry...'bout...that...
SY: 's okay...*both conk out*
DM: *Poke*
CG: Are they dead?
DM: Nope, can I have a sip?
CG: Sure *Hands Dark Magician the cup* Just drink out of the other side
DM: Thanks, *Slurp!* Now all you people out there! Don't forget to review!
