Guess what? The plot is FINALLY heading somewhere (took me a while to sort
out, but yeah) and action's FINALLY beginning, but first, to get that Hated
Disclaimer out of the way~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any character in it thereof. And oh, I DO own Yami B's drumset though~ **wink**
Enjoy. Review if you want. Flame if you want. Then I'll know what to brush up on.
---the next morning at Bakura's house---
Yami Bakura yawned. Dang, his aibou woke way too early for his taste. Young mortals these days.when he was over 3000 years old, he would know the value of a good day's sleep. What was that wimp doing now? Making pancakes?! He growled. So did his stomach, but his aibou was whistling cheerfully, thinking about how Yugi and his friends would be at the Turtle Game Shop later today.
Yugi meant the Millennium Puzzle, one of the seven goals that had kept him going these last thousands of years. Ahh.with new day comes a whole new perspective and a new chance at power. Smiling to himself, he decided to leave his aibou be for now. For once his aibou was obeying, and besides, the pancakes did smell good.
Ryou Bakura was just dishing up the first five golden pancakes when the doorbell rang and Yugi poked his tricolored head in.
"Morning Bakura! I just came by to remind you of the bake sale later today!"
"Thanks, mate, how could I forget? Won't you come in? I've made pancakes." Ryou led the way to the small but neat kitchen.
"Wow!" Yugi seated himself, admiring the array of breakfast foods spread on the table. "Do you cook like this all the time Bakura? I didn't know you ate this much every morning." He began loading his plate with eggs and bacon as well as the pancakes.
"That's because I know people like you drop by, and you never forget to bring your appetites!" Ryou plonked the maple syrup down, and as if on cue, the doorbell rang again.
"Hey, Bakura! We smell pancakes~" Joey called out from the entrance, his voice carrying to the two seated friends.
Behind him, Tristan could be heard saying, "Yeah and I thought friends shared."
"You two think with your stomachs," scolded Téa as the three friends trooped in. "Oh my, Bakura! This looks like you were expecting us!"
"Well, we all know only one thing could get Joey to wake up before noon.and that's Ryou's cooking!"
Joey, with his mouth full, prodded Tristan with a fork. "Hey, and look who's talkin'."
For the next few minutes, nothing was heard but the clink of cutlery and Joey and Tristan's loud appreciative eating. Yugi and Téa sat in stunned silence as plate after plate of food disappeared down Joey and Tristan's mouths at an alarming rate.
"Sometimes, I wonder why they even bother using knives and forks," Yugi commented.
"Pigs," Téa teased, then asked worriedly, "Bakura, are you sure there's enough for all of us?"
Ryou nodded, and wiping his hands on his apron, went to fetch some more. "I expected this," he explained as he came out with another huge platter of sausages.
"Alright!!" cheered Joey and Tristan, "More food!"
"Bakura, what's all that sitting on the counter top over there.?" Téa asked, peering beyond the dining room.
"Uhm." Bakura scratched his face. "I just thought that, if you're going to have a bake sale Yugi, why don't I contribute some too? We are friends after all."
"That's really nice of you Bakura! Wow, with your baked goodies, I bet we'll have enough money raised in no time!" Yugi caught a glimpse of a plate of triple chocolate brownies. "Just.keep them away from" he pointed discreetly towards the guzzling pair and mouthed their names "them," he finished vaguely.
Bakura snuck a quick glance, then shut the door to the kitchen in one swift move, nodding furtively.
Half an hour and 20 so helpings of food later, Joey and Tristan finally showed signs of slowing down.
"Man, am I stuffed!" Joey mumbled, patting himself on the stomach. "Hey, Yug'! I don't think I'll be able to eat as much during the bake sale!"
"That's a relief," commented Téa, raising her eyebrows.
Yugi nodded and said briskly, "Well, we better get going if this bake sale is starting on time. Grandpa said he'd be waiting at the game shop with all the stuff."
"I-can't- move." grunted Tristan, reduced to painful monosyllables. "Help?"
"Yeah, somebody lend a hand here.I thought we were all buddies!"
Rolling her eyes, Téa asked, "Bakura, do you have any carts we could use to wheel them away?"
"Aw, c'mon, we're not that stuffed, see, I can still get up - nevermind," Joey flumped back onto the chair, groaning. "Bakura, get us some nice, cushioned carts, ok?"
Yami Bakura rummaged through his aibou's mind. One of the perks of his day was seeing what his aibou was up to: hmm, let's see, cooking again?! More cupcakes.cookies.again the bake sale at the Turtle Game Shop later this morning. Pathetic.as usual. He wondered idly if all young mortals' live were like this, so bland.
He yawned again, and got up. The room was dimly lit and the torchlight threw reddish-gold silhouettes on the carvings of the walls. My glorious past.he thought sarcastically. Ah, there the drums were. Fascinating how far these mortals had come. Who'd have thought a simple thing as drums could be so improved? He still remembered the solemn thump-thump of the ritual drums so long ago and he winced. He loved the way people now smashed irreverently on these new creations.
Instinct told him something - someone - was behind him, and he tensed.
"Hello, 'old friend'."
Yami Bakura whirled around angrily at the sound of the oh-so familiar voice. " 'Friend'?" he sneered. "What brought you here? You who cannot even control your pathetic aibou anymore."
"I no longer need an aibou," the hazy swathed shape of Yami Malik drawled back maliciously.
"Why now, let me see," Yami Bakura scornfully turned back to his drums. "No, you just need my help. Am I right?"
"Help wouldn't be the word I'd use, considering the help you were last time. 'Warning' would be the most appropriate."
"Indeed. I beg to differ."
"Amusing, isn't it?" A dry laugh escaped Yami Malik. "It's about to get even better." Suddenly Yami Bakura found himself a mere onlooker within his own body, watching himself hurling his beloved drums against the walls of his soul room. They smashed into a thousand shards and vanished.
"What manner of joke is this?" he snarled, twitching his fingers, which were now under his control again. Then he saw Yami Malik twirling the Millennium Rod tauntingly. "Impossible! We cannot control our own Millennium Items. Only through an aibou can we do anything with it." He trailed off in slight shock.
"I told you it was going to get amusing." The purple eyes narrowed to calculating slits. "You failed me last time, grave robber. I'm going to give you a second chance to reconsider the alternatives. Let me ask you once more: Are you with me or against me?"
Yami Bakura got up from the floor cautiously, his trademark sneer reappearing on his face. "With you to do what? 'Destroy the world and create a new one using the Millennium Items'?" he said in a sardonic imitation of Yami Malik's voice.
"I have found another way. Once the Shadow Realm's gates are thrown open, the Millennium Items will be obsolete."
The ex-tomb robber really laughed this time. "And how, pray tell, do you intend to accomplish that feat? And without an aibou?"
"I need something that was once mine back." With an almost paternal look, Yami Malik smiled at his old associate. "How lucky you are to get the job. Stealing after all seems to be your forte."
The Yamis glared at each other for a while, then the white-haired one smirked evilly and remarked, "The deal remains, then?"
"All seven. Fulfill your side of the bargain first, then they're yours for the taking."
Yami Bakura considered this, the smile on his face growing wider. "How do you want him? Knocked senseless and dragged here? Or do you prefer insanely paralyzed?"
"Be creative. As long as he's in once piece, for my purposes."
"Done."
All alone again in his soul room, Yami Bakura rubbed his hands together and said, "My, what fun we're going to have."
Ryou Bakura carefully balanced four pies and two platters of cupcakes/brownies/cookies and whistled cheerfully as he set out for the bake sale. What fun we're going to have, he thought happily.
"Hey look, there's the pies!" Joey had his face pressed up against the window of the shop, chef's hat haphazardly on his floury head.
"Dibs on the pies!"
".and the cookies."
"Dibs on the cookies!"
Yugi peered out and opened the door to a beaming Bakura. "You mean Bakura's here!"
"Honestly, do you boys think about anything else besides food?" Téa tsked as she took Bakura's creations and placed them in a place of honor on the kitchen counter.
"Big brother, there they are! Hey Yugi! Hey JoeyTristanTéaBakura~~" Mokuba bounced into the shop, rattling off all his friends' names without pausing for breath. Behind, Kaiba followed at a statelier pace, still blinking back sleep, familiar silver briefcase in hand.
Yugi laughed. "Morning, Mokuba, Kaiba. I didn't expect to see you two here so early."
"Actually, neither did I," muttered Kaiba under his breath, but said aloud, "I'm afraid I won't be able to help out as much. I still have some unfinished business to handle, and it needs to be dealt with as soon as possible."
"I knew him comin' to this just to help was too good to be true," jeered Joey, but stopped when Kaiba turned his glare on him.
"Some of us have a bit more responsibility to shoulder than others, puppy dog, and considering you have a hard enough time taking care of yourself, I'm not surprised you can't understand that."
Joey had opened his mouth to deliver a blistering retort to that when Bakura came to the rescue and jammed a fresh-baked cookie into his mouth. "Umph."
"Well, I didn't expect so many to show up to help!" Yugi's Gramps appeared in the doorway, wiping his hands on a towel and beaming at the hyper Mokuba. To Kaiba, he said, "I think we do have a small storeroom over here where you can work in relative peace and quiet."
"Seto, promise me you're not gonna stay and work all day cooped up in there." Mokuba pleaded, big eyes shining. "Promise?"
"I.oh, all right. I promise." With a final tousling of his younger brother's hair, the CEO disappeared into the side room.
"Thank goodness." Téa commented in an undertone to Bakura. "I don't think I could stand working with Joey all day, let alone 'him'." Bakura nodded emphatically.
"So Mokuba, you ready to start baking?" Yugi asked, tying a white oversized apron onto the younger Kaiba.
"Yeah!" He sat himself on a tall stool to reach the countertop. " I've never baked anything seriously before though," Mokuba said as an afterthought.
Joey grinned. "You'll be all right, kiddo. Just follow everything the Great Gourmet Chef Joey Wheeler does and you'll do fine!"
" 'Great Gourmet Chef'?! Since when?" Téa asked, feigning shock.
"It's a, erm, hidden talent of mine!"
"Hidden talent? More like, lack of talent!" Tristan joined the Joey-bashing with gusto.
"Hey watch it, smart-mouth."
God, he had a headache. He had no idea what was going on with the Ishtars, but someone had been seriously messing up their records. Maybe that was why Isis wanted him to take over for a while. Kaiba frowned as his laptop brought up screen after screen of incompatible data.
The Ishtars had branches and historical sites located everywhere. This latest robbery had only been one in a chain of seemingly unrelated ones. But that wasn't his problem.Isis had seemed worried about someone tampering with the security surrounding these files. While waiting for the link to bring up the numerical data, he smiled as he listened to Mokuba laugh. It was worth working in what resembled the Motou family broom closet if it made Mokuba happy.
The door opened and Kaiba looked up, a stinging remark on the tip of his tongue. Bakura walked in and placed a cup of coffee on his makeshift 'desk'. "Sorry to interrupt. You looked like you needed one of these, that's all."
Kaiba just glared as Bakura turned to go. Then, remembering what Mokuba said about being nice to his friends, muttered, "Thanks." He picked up that blessed dose of caffeine and thought briefly, maybe Mokuba was right after all about Yugi and Co.
"It's nothing, really."
Kaiba had just turned his attention back to the screen when he heard a definite click behind him. Had the idiot albino locked him in? No, he was still standing there.but that didn't justify that expression on his face. "What do you want now?"
Bakura advanced towards him, a hand behind his back, and Kaiba decided he really didn't like that smile. Bakura's eyes had narrowed into slits. "What do I want? I think you'll understand better if I show you instead of telling you." His hand shot out and he twisted the taller boy's arm behind his back, quicker than Kaiba could anticipate.
"Are you out of your mind?! What the heck do you think you're doing?" Kaiba knew Yugi liked hanging around mentally unstable people, but this was a bit extreme. "You're asking for this, Bakura."
"Am I?" The other hand flicked out and drew a line down Kaiba's arm with a knife that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Blood began staining the sleeve, and the white haired boy shoved Kaiba down almost casually.
He's enjoying this, grimaced Kaiba, enraged. Forget why, this nutcase was going to pay dearly for his moment of amusement. He lunged, and with his good arm threw a punch at Bakura, who was now peering down at him.
Bakura only stepped aside and grabbed the wounded arm, which was now bleeding freely, and twisted it, smiling all the while. Kaiba clenched his teeth. Damn if I'm going to give in to this freak. His second punch was a lot better than his first and Bakura staggered back, doubling over. Kaiba was ready to knock him out when Bakura looked up and smiled in that new, deranged way of his.
All of a sudden his vision blurred and pain stabbed his forehead, forcing him to his knees. Things swam in and out of focus between Technicolor fireworks, his arm and his head throbbing. He blinked and his vision cleared, but he wasn't seeing the Game Shop, or Bakura.it was some strange temple affair, and people were standing there all dressed up as if for an Ancient Egyptian costume party, looking up expectantly.at who? At him?
He shook his head to clear it and regretted it immediately when the pain came back with a vengeance. This time, he opened his eyes to more and more darkness. Just before everything went black, he thought he heard a voice say, "Be creative, he said."
Oddly, his last coherent thought was whether Mokuba left any cookies for him.
Heh. Finally updated~ whee! First, let me say that I have No Earthly Idea whether a) Yamis can exist physically outside their Millennium Items, or b) whether they can control their own. But for Authoress' Purposes **evil laugh**
Oh and I'm NOT deliberately trying to bash Kaiba in any way **sniff** how COULD I? **koff**
So, I hope I've been keeping the characters, well, as themselves so far and THANKS FOR REVIEWING~!!! **tears** You don't have to, but still, it's neat and it does this warm fuzzy feeling thing~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any character in it thereof. And oh, I DO own Yami B's drumset though~ **wink**
Enjoy. Review if you want. Flame if you want. Then I'll know what to brush up on.
---the next morning at Bakura's house---
Yami Bakura yawned. Dang, his aibou woke way too early for his taste. Young mortals these days.when he was over 3000 years old, he would know the value of a good day's sleep. What was that wimp doing now? Making pancakes?! He growled. So did his stomach, but his aibou was whistling cheerfully, thinking about how Yugi and his friends would be at the Turtle Game Shop later today.
Yugi meant the Millennium Puzzle, one of the seven goals that had kept him going these last thousands of years. Ahh.with new day comes a whole new perspective and a new chance at power. Smiling to himself, he decided to leave his aibou be for now. For once his aibou was obeying, and besides, the pancakes did smell good.
Ryou Bakura was just dishing up the first five golden pancakes when the doorbell rang and Yugi poked his tricolored head in.
"Morning Bakura! I just came by to remind you of the bake sale later today!"
"Thanks, mate, how could I forget? Won't you come in? I've made pancakes." Ryou led the way to the small but neat kitchen.
"Wow!" Yugi seated himself, admiring the array of breakfast foods spread on the table. "Do you cook like this all the time Bakura? I didn't know you ate this much every morning." He began loading his plate with eggs and bacon as well as the pancakes.
"That's because I know people like you drop by, and you never forget to bring your appetites!" Ryou plonked the maple syrup down, and as if on cue, the doorbell rang again.
"Hey, Bakura! We smell pancakes~" Joey called out from the entrance, his voice carrying to the two seated friends.
Behind him, Tristan could be heard saying, "Yeah and I thought friends shared."
"You two think with your stomachs," scolded Téa as the three friends trooped in. "Oh my, Bakura! This looks like you were expecting us!"
"Well, we all know only one thing could get Joey to wake up before noon.and that's Ryou's cooking!"
Joey, with his mouth full, prodded Tristan with a fork. "Hey, and look who's talkin'."
For the next few minutes, nothing was heard but the clink of cutlery and Joey and Tristan's loud appreciative eating. Yugi and Téa sat in stunned silence as plate after plate of food disappeared down Joey and Tristan's mouths at an alarming rate.
"Sometimes, I wonder why they even bother using knives and forks," Yugi commented.
"Pigs," Téa teased, then asked worriedly, "Bakura, are you sure there's enough for all of us?"
Ryou nodded, and wiping his hands on his apron, went to fetch some more. "I expected this," he explained as he came out with another huge platter of sausages.
"Alright!!" cheered Joey and Tristan, "More food!"
"Bakura, what's all that sitting on the counter top over there.?" Téa asked, peering beyond the dining room.
"Uhm." Bakura scratched his face. "I just thought that, if you're going to have a bake sale Yugi, why don't I contribute some too? We are friends after all."
"That's really nice of you Bakura! Wow, with your baked goodies, I bet we'll have enough money raised in no time!" Yugi caught a glimpse of a plate of triple chocolate brownies. "Just.keep them away from" he pointed discreetly towards the guzzling pair and mouthed their names "them," he finished vaguely.
Bakura snuck a quick glance, then shut the door to the kitchen in one swift move, nodding furtively.
Half an hour and 20 so helpings of food later, Joey and Tristan finally showed signs of slowing down.
"Man, am I stuffed!" Joey mumbled, patting himself on the stomach. "Hey, Yug'! I don't think I'll be able to eat as much during the bake sale!"
"That's a relief," commented Téa, raising her eyebrows.
Yugi nodded and said briskly, "Well, we better get going if this bake sale is starting on time. Grandpa said he'd be waiting at the game shop with all the stuff."
"I-can't- move." grunted Tristan, reduced to painful monosyllables. "Help?"
"Yeah, somebody lend a hand here.I thought we were all buddies!"
Rolling her eyes, Téa asked, "Bakura, do you have any carts we could use to wheel them away?"
"Aw, c'mon, we're not that stuffed, see, I can still get up - nevermind," Joey flumped back onto the chair, groaning. "Bakura, get us some nice, cushioned carts, ok?"
Yami Bakura rummaged through his aibou's mind. One of the perks of his day was seeing what his aibou was up to: hmm, let's see, cooking again?! More cupcakes.cookies.again the bake sale at the Turtle Game Shop later this morning. Pathetic.as usual. He wondered idly if all young mortals' live were like this, so bland.
He yawned again, and got up. The room was dimly lit and the torchlight threw reddish-gold silhouettes on the carvings of the walls. My glorious past.he thought sarcastically. Ah, there the drums were. Fascinating how far these mortals had come. Who'd have thought a simple thing as drums could be so improved? He still remembered the solemn thump-thump of the ritual drums so long ago and he winced. He loved the way people now smashed irreverently on these new creations.
Instinct told him something - someone - was behind him, and he tensed.
"Hello, 'old friend'."
Yami Bakura whirled around angrily at the sound of the oh-so familiar voice. " 'Friend'?" he sneered. "What brought you here? You who cannot even control your pathetic aibou anymore."
"I no longer need an aibou," the hazy swathed shape of Yami Malik drawled back maliciously.
"Why now, let me see," Yami Bakura scornfully turned back to his drums. "No, you just need my help. Am I right?"
"Help wouldn't be the word I'd use, considering the help you were last time. 'Warning' would be the most appropriate."
"Indeed. I beg to differ."
"Amusing, isn't it?" A dry laugh escaped Yami Malik. "It's about to get even better." Suddenly Yami Bakura found himself a mere onlooker within his own body, watching himself hurling his beloved drums against the walls of his soul room. They smashed into a thousand shards and vanished.
"What manner of joke is this?" he snarled, twitching his fingers, which were now under his control again. Then he saw Yami Malik twirling the Millennium Rod tauntingly. "Impossible! We cannot control our own Millennium Items. Only through an aibou can we do anything with it." He trailed off in slight shock.
"I told you it was going to get amusing." The purple eyes narrowed to calculating slits. "You failed me last time, grave robber. I'm going to give you a second chance to reconsider the alternatives. Let me ask you once more: Are you with me or against me?"
Yami Bakura got up from the floor cautiously, his trademark sneer reappearing on his face. "With you to do what? 'Destroy the world and create a new one using the Millennium Items'?" he said in a sardonic imitation of Yami Malik's voice.
"I have found another way. Once the Shadow Realm's gates are thrown open, the Millennium Items will be obsolete."
The ex-tomb robber really laughed this time. "And how, pray tell, do you intend to accomplish that feat? And without an aibou?"
"I need something that was once mine back." With an almost paternal look, Yami Malik smiled at his old associate. "How lucky you are to get the job. Stealing after all seems to be your forte."
The Yamis glared at each other for a while, then the white-haired one smirked evilly and remarked, "The deal remains, then?"
"All seven. Fulfill your side of the bargain first, then they're yours for the taking."
Yami Bakura considered this, the smile on his face growing wider. "How do you want him? Knocked senseless and dragged here? Or do you prefer insanely paralyzed?"
"Be creative. As long as he's in once piece, for my purposes."
"Done."
All alone again in his soul room, Yami Bakura rubbed his hands together and said, "My, what fun we're going to have."
Ryou Bakura carefully balanced four pies and two platters of cupcakes/brownies/cookies and whistled cheerfully as he set out for the bake sale. What fun we're going to have, he thought happily.
"Hey look, there's the pies!" Joey had his face pressed up against the window of the shop, chef's hat haphazardly on his floury head.
"Dibs on the pies!"
".and the cookies."
"Dibs on the cookies!"
Yugi peered out and opened the door to a beaming Bakura. "You mean Bakura's here!"
"Honestly, do you boys think about anything else besides food?" Téa tsked as she took Bakura's creations and placed them in a place of honor on the kitchen counter.
"Big brother, there they are! Hey Yugi! Hey JoeyTristanTéaBakura~~" Mokuba bounced into the shop, rattling off all his friends' names without pausing for breath. Behind, Kaiba followed at a statelier pace, still blinking back sleep, familiar silver briefcase in hand.
Yugi laughed. "Morning, Mokuba, Kaiba. I didn't expect to see you two here so early."
"Actually, neither did I," muttered Kaiba under his breath, but said aloud, "I'm afraid I won't be able to help out as much. I still have some unfinished business to handle, and it needs to be dealt with as soon as possible."
"I knew him comin' to this just to help was too good to be true," jeered Joey, but stopped when Kaiba turned his glare on him.
"Some of us have a bit more responsibility to shoulder than others, puppy dog, and considering you have a hard enough time taking care of yourself, I'm not surprised you can't understand that."
Joey had opened his mouth to deliver a blistering retort to that when Bakura came to the rescue and jammed a fresh-baked cookie into his mouth. "Umph."
"Well, I didn't expect so many to show up to help!" Yugi's Gramps appeared in the doorway, wiping his hands on a towel and beaming at the hyper Mokuba. To Kaiba, he said, "I think we do have a small storeroom over here where you can work in relative peace and quiet."
"Seto, promise me you're not gonna stay and work all day cooped up in there." Mokuba pleaded, big eyes shining. "Promise?"
"I.oh, all right. I promise." With a final tousling of his younger brother's hair, the CEO disappeared into the side room.
"Thank goodness." Téa commented in an undertone to Bakura. "I don't think I could stand working with Joey all day, let alone 'him'." Bakura nodded emphatically.
"So Mokuba, you ready to start baking?" Yugi asked, tying a white oversized apron onto the younger Kaiba.
"Yeah!" He sat himself on a tall stool to reach the countertop. " I've never baked anything seriously before though," Mokuba said as an afterthought.
Joey grinned. "You'll be all right, kiddo. Just follow everything the Great Gourmet Chef Joey Wheeler does and you'll do fine!"
" 'Great Gourmet Chef'?! Since when?" Téa asked, feigning shock.
"It's a, erm, hidden talent of mine!"
"Hidden talent? More like, lack of talent!" Tristan joined the Joey-bashing with gusto.
"Hey watch it, smart-mouth."
God, he had a headache. He had no idea what was going on with the Ishtars, but someone had been seriously messing up their records. Maybe that was why Isis wanted him to take over for a while. Kaiba frowned as his laptop brought up screen after screen of incompatible data.
The Ishtars had branches and historical sites located everywhere. This latest robbery had only been one in a chain of seemingly unrelated ones. But that wasn't his problem.Isis had seemed worried about someone tampering with the security surrounding these files. While waiting for the link to bring up the numerical data, he smiled as he listened to Mokuba laugh. It was worth working in what resembled the Motou family broom closet if it made Mokuba happy.
The door opened and Kaiba looked up, a stinging remark on the tip of his tongue. Bakura walked in and placed a cup of coffee on his makeshift 'desk'. "Sorry to interrupt. You looked like you needed one of these, that's all."
Kaiba just glared as Bakura turned to go. Then, remembering what Mokuba said about being nice to his friends, muttered, "Thanks." He picked up that blessed dose of caffeine and thought briefly, maybe Mokuba was right after all about Yugi and Co.
"It's nothing, really."
Kaiba had just turned his attention back to the screen when he heard a definite click behind him. Had the idiot albino locked him in? No, he was still standing there.but that didn't justify that expression on his face. "What do you want now?"
Bakura advanced towards him, a hand behind his back, and Kaiba decided he really didn't like that smile. Bakura's eyes had narrowed into slits. "What do I want? I think you'll understand better if I show you instead of telling you." His hand shot out and he twisted the taller boy's arm behind his back, quicker than Kaiba could anticipate.
"Are you out of your mind?! What the heck do you think you're doing?" Kaiba knew Yugi liked hanging around mentally unstable people, but this was a bit extreme. "You're asking for this, Bakura."
"Am I?" The other hand flicked out and drew a line down Kaiba's arm with a knife that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Blood began staining the sleeve, and the white haired boy shoved Kaiba down almost casually.
He's enjoying this, grimaced Kaiba, enraged. Forget why, this nutcase was going to pay dearly for his moment of amusement. He lunged, and with his good arm threw a punch at Bakura, who was now peering down at him.
Bakura only stepped aside and grabbed the wounded arm, which was now bleeding freely, and twisted it, smiling all the while. Kaiba clenched his teeth. Damn if I'm going to give in to this freak. His second punch was a lot better than his first and Bakura staggered back, doubling over. Kaiba was ready to knock him out when Bakura looked up and smiled in that new, deranged way of his.
All of a sudden his vision blurred and pain stabbed his forehead, forcing him to his knees. Things swam in and out of focus between Technicolor fireworks, his arm and his head throbbing. He blinked and his vision cleared, but he wasn't seeing the Game Shop, or Bakura.it was some strange temple affair, and people were standing there all dressed up as if for an Ancient Egyptian costume party, looking up expectantly.at who? At him?
He shook his head to clear it and regretted it immediately when the pain came back with a vengeance. This time, he opened his eyes to more and more darkness. Just before everything went black, he thought he heard a voice say, "Be creative, he said."
Oddly, his last coherent thought was whether Mokuba left any cookies for him.
Heh. Finally updated~ whee! First, let me say that I have No Earthly Idea whether a) Yamis can exist physically outside their Millennium Items, or b) whether they can control their own. But for Authoress' Purposes **evil laugh**
Oh and I'm NOT deliberately trying to bash Kaiba in any way **sniff** how COULD I? **koff**
So, I hope I've been keeping the characters, well, as themselves so far and THANKS FOR REVIEWING~!!! **tears** You don't have to, but still, it's neat and it does this warm fuzzy feeling thing~