ACK! So long since I updated! I'm sorry!!! School and other aspects of my
so called life tend to get in the way. Thanks for your patience. I'll try
to make this a good chapter because of the wait. But first, questions!
Heh, heh...Sorry I didn't warn the readers about how pixi stixs tend to fizz when you add them to Dr. Pepper for the ever popular "Sugar-Addict's Dream" ^^; Gomen!
I have not forgotten about Ryou! How could I? His dramatic return is a major part of the climax, so if I wrote about him now, it would totally give it away, and we would not want that, now would we?
So many wanted to assassinate my teacher in hopes that the chapter would come out sooner... I'm touched... ^_^
And don't worry! This story will be completed...eventually. Come Hell, high water, or evil English teachers! I hope you understand that it is hard to spend your weekends writing when your teacher makes you do it all week. *sigh* But I will try hard. Promise. ~_^
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Isis: Oi! Yami Bakura! More lemonade!
Yami Bakura: *grumbles* Yes, ma'am...
*Poor Yami Bakura was forced to servitude to pay off his dept. Needless to say, the girls were enjoying this.*
Anzu: Did you fold all the clothes we bought?
Yami Bakura: *exasperated* Yes...
Mai: Did you wash the one's Yami Malik was wearing? They needed to be sanitized.
Yami Malik: I didn't hear you complain during the strip poker game!
Yami Bakura: Yes, I washed 'em. *mutters* How could this get any worse?
White Angel: You COULD be in a French maid's outfit.
Yami Bakura: o_O; I'll be good.
Yami Malik: *shakes head* Pathetic...
Yami Bakura: Oh, shut up!
*Yami comes running by.*
Yami: HEY! "Jackass" is playing!
Yami Malik: YEA!
White Angel: Good grief...
Yami Bakura: AW.... I'm missing it!
Anzu: You're better off.
Yami: Well I'm not going to miss it! I like to imagine that the guy getting pummeled is Kaiba.
Seto: *calls* I heard that, Yami!!!
Malik: *calls* You better hurry! They're doing shopping cart crashes!
*Yami and Yami Malik rush off*
Mai: *shakes head* Boys... Sixteen years old or five thousand. They're all the same.
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Yami Bakura:
I used the millennium eye to make sure Yugi was gone. It was three fifteen. Time to get moving. I took the needle out of my arm and all the tape that went with it. I slipped on my clothes from the day before. I didn't give a damn if they were dirty. I passed by the mirror and remember the bandage on my head. This I took off as well. There were a couple stitches closing the wound, but it was near my hairline and so easy to hide. I also covered the millennium eye to make myself less conspicuous. But after using the eye, I realized that there were too many people in the hall for me to make and escape there. And I did not want to waste my magic to eliminate them all. And so I decided on the window. So what if I was on the second floor? Gravity is not a big problem for someone such as me.
The power given to me by both the ring and the eye was incredible. Not only did they give me the dark powers, but they also increased my physical endurance. Invoking the power slightly, I was able to nimbly jump from the second story ledge to the parking lot below, landing on one knee. It felt great to be up and really moving again. The sky was darkening as storm clouds moved in. Fitting weather, I suppose.
Using Ryou's memory, I waited for the bus that would take me to my destination. The wind picked up, blowing my hair into my face. It felt good. To be truly alive... I breathed deeply, taking in the smell of the approaching rain. Thunder rumbled in the distance. I would have walked were time not an issue. I liked the rain. The bus arrived just as the first drops began to fall, and I boarded. Luckily I would not have to ride long. Only five minutes.
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Honda:
"Jounouchi, is that salsa?"
"Yep," he replied. "It'll go great with the spicy corn chips"
"You do remember that this is for a recovering hospital patient?" Anzu questioned.
"Hey, we gotta eat too!" he replied. I rolled my eyes. Jounouchi always thought with his stomach. Luckily, he'd remembered tamer foods as well.
When Jounouchi told me about Bakura's condition, I did not know whether or not to believe him. He had a habit of blowing things out of proportion. I did not want to believe him, that was for sure. To think that Bakura could go over the edge like that without even having the ring to blame it on. It was weird. But any excuse to party.
I really hoped Bakura would be all right. Jounouchi said the Yugi told him Bakura was okay physically, but wasn't really acting like himself. And the thing with the millennium eye. I knew Yugi wouldn't joke about something like that and neither would Jounouchi. I wish I had been there. But I had been given a long list of chores by my folks. Shopping, cleaning, washing, yard work... I'd only just finished. But that didn't stop me from feeling guilty about it. But then I felt guilty about the whole thing.
Anzu had seen right through me. She knew I felt guilty about Bakura being hurt and tried to tell me it wasn't my fault and I could have done nothing to prevent it. But I really didn't listen. I'd always looked out for Bakura. Ever since I got to know him on Duelist Kingdom. Face it, the guy needs someone to look out for him. An only child, his father gone most of the time, and misery follows him wherever he goes. Someone's got to watch his back. Even though he's seen the way the world works the hard way, he is still too trusting and innocent for his own good. I saw his being hurt from something like a simple accident as a failure. Something I had been unable to protect him from. Sure, with the kinds of things that plague Bakura, I can't help him all the time. But I felt this was something I could have prevented, even though Anzu said I was being unreasonable.
I felt unusually nervous today. I had a bad feeling I could not place. Maybe it was just the weather getting to me. I looked out the window. It was black as night outside, rain just beginning to beat against the glass. I shook the feeling off. I guess I was just worried about seeing Bakura. I did not want to see him the way Jounouchi said he was.
"Jounouchi! Save some for later!"
Anzu's shouting at Jounouchi brought me out of my thoughts. I looked away from the window.
"Hey! They should be a while. I'll die of starvation if I have to wait 'til five!" Jounouchi said through a mouthful of corn chips.
The thunder rumbled outside, closer than before and the electricity flickered. Anzu peeked through the curtains. "It's getting bad out there," she said. She squinted through the storm.
"Something wrong, Anzu?" I asked.
"Thought I saw someone out there."
"Who'd be out in that mess?" Jounouchi said.
"Guess it was my imagination," Anzu said, looking doubtful.
We went back to setting up (having to replace the food that Jounouchi ate). Anzu continued cleaning up, openly more nervous. I think we were all a little shaken up. The atmosphere just called for it.
We all jumped about a foot when there was a sudden knock at the door, Anzu crying out loud. "You expecting somebody else?" I asked.
"No one 'til five," she said, looking at her watch. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to think to answer the door. There was a knock again that finally snapped us out of it, and Anzu opened the door.
There stood a very wet figure on the other side, water dripping down from locks of long white hair, clothes soaked, and shivering slightly. "Bakura?! Why are you here now?" Anzu said before she could catch herself.
He looked up for the first time, the millennium eye only slightly covered by his dripping hair. "Please, Anzu, can I come in? It's horrible out here."
"Uh, I, uh, well yes, of course! Come in." She stepped aside allowing the soaking wet Bakura to step in, a puddle almost instantly forming on the floor by his feet. Anzu ran to get him a towel.
"Bakura, what are you doing here now?" Jounouchi asked. "Yugi said you weren't getting out 'til five."
"Speaking of which, where is Yugi?" I asked.
Anzu returned and handed Bakura the towel. He began to dry himself off before answering. "He had an emergency errand to run for his Grandfather," he stated. "The hospital let me out early and Yugi told me to meet him here, though I can't imagine why."
"Well, uh..." I stammered, scratching my head. This was a somewhat awkward moment. "We were trying to welcome you out of the hospital, but you were kinda early and we weren't really prepared for you."
There was something about the way his gaze brightened. Something almost mischievous. I quickly dismissed it, though. I was sure that I was seeing things that weren't there.
"Really?" Bakura said. "All this for me? That's awfully kind of you. But why all this trouble just because I'm recovering from a bump on the head?"
"Just reminding you about who your friends are, Bakura," Jounouchi said in what I am sure he thought was a good-natured manner, but I thought it was just a bit on the blunt side.
Bakura's gaze narrowed. "You've been talking to Yugi, I see."
"He was just worried about you is all," Jounouchi said. "It shows he cares. We just wanted to make you feel better."
"Oh, don't worry, Jounouchi. I don't know that I could possibly feel any better than I do right now..."
I raised an eyebrow. That had seemed more sinister than sincere, for some reason. I shook it off again. But even I could not ignore the strange way he continued on.
"I suppose Yugi told you that I really was acting different," he said thoughtfully as he strolled deeper into the room, looking idly at different items in Anzu's living room, having abandoned drying off even though his hair was still quite wet. He continued. "Suppose he said I was doing things I wouldn't normally do. And doubtless he told you that his Yami was concerned."
"Yeah, something like that," Jounouchi said. "Like I said, he was worried."
"You say 'was' like he shouldn't be anymore..." he said.
"Bakura, you're starting to scare me," Anzu said. "Jounouchi meant nothing by it."
Bakura paused by the window and looked out, a smile spreading across his face. "You probably should be scared. I have no intension of changing my plans in order to make this easier on you."
"Bakura, what are you talking about?" I said, starting to get really worried. "Snap out of it! You're not acting like yourself."
"There's a very good reason for that...." he muttered as thunder clashed loudly outside and the lights blinked and then went out completely, leaving us shrouded in darkness.
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*White Angel and the girls are lounging around; Yami Bakura was, of course, their unwilling servant. There peace did not last, for loud crashed were heard not far off.*
Mai: What is that?
Isis: Let's check it out.
Yami Bakura: Do I have to come?
Anzu: Yes.
Yami Bakura: Damn!
*The girls and the reluctant Yami Bakura head towards the source of the noise. None of them expected the scene they found by the plot hole.*
Seto: *sitting in a shopping cart* OK, *hic* Yami! You're going down this time!
Yami: *also in a shopping cart* Never! I beat you at every *hic* other game, why should I lose now?
*The girls stare in awe. Standing a short distance away is Malik, Yugi, and Mokuba, all watching with interest. The girls and Yami Bakura walk over.*
White Angel: Okay, what happened?
*Malik's mouth drops for a moment. He then tries to say something, but Mokuba pipes in first.*
Mokuba: Malik got bored and spiked the soft drinks while they were watching that show. ^_^
White Angel: MALIK!!!!
Malik: *raises hands submissively* Just an experiment! I wanted to see just how alcohol affects impressionable teens.
*girls sigh and shake heads*
Yami Bakura: All right, Malik! *slaps high five*
Yugi: This is more entertaining than that show was anyway.
Yami Bakura: And definitely better than painting Mai's toenails.
*Yugi gives him a weird look*
Yami Malik: *leaning on Seto's cart and speaking in a slurred manner.* Come on! What are we waiting for?
Yami: My driver.
Yami Bakura: *places hand on his forehead as he realizes what is about to happen* Oh, this isn't going to be pretty.
*They here someone approaching, seemingly running into things along the way from the sound of it.*
Voice: Oi! I'm back!
*White Angel fumes and Malik cringes. Ryou runs awkwardly up to the scene, face flushed and breathing heavily.*
White Angel: *turns to Malik, flames rising up behind her* YOU GOT RYOU WASTED TOO!!!!!!!!
Mokuba: He switched Bakura's Sprite with vodka. ^_^
White Angel: GRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! *chases after Malik brandishing the Almighty Pointy Stick, her torture weapon of choice. Malik runs for his life.*
Isis: *shakes head* Never mess with the authoress' favorite bisounen.
Seto: All right, Yami. You're *hic* going down!
Yami: You said that already! You're starting to repeat yourself, rich boy!
Seto: That's "rich boy-sama" to you!
Yami Malik: 'Nuff talk! Let's get this on the road.
Ryou: Score tied at 2, with me and Yami in the lead.
*Seto and Yami Malik raise and eyebrow.*
Seto: Is that possible?
Yami: Bakura's the only one who can still count past 2. Let him keep score the way he wants.
Seto: You can't count past 2 sober.
Yami: Oh, shut up.
Ryou: Onward in 1....2....3!!!
Yami: Charge!!!
*Ryou pushes Yami and Yami Malik pushes Seto. Unfortunately, both miss and crash into the scenery.*
Seto: Ow....
Ryou: *holds head* Oooh.... I think I'm going to be sick...
Yami: I hear that.
Yami Bakura: *to himself* Heh...perfect opportunity to get myself out of my slavery. Just need to take advantage of the drunk Kaiba. *walks up to Seto* Hey! Kaiba, old pal! I know you were probably the one who was winning.
Seto: Yes, finally! Someone who sees the truth!
Yami Bakura: Yeah, right...anyway, could I borrow a little money?
Seto: Uh...How much?
Yami Bakura: Oh, just a tiny bit, you'll never miss it.
Seto: Fine. *digs out wallet but Yami Bakura snatches the whole thing*
Yami Bakura: Thanks, Kaiba! Knew you'd come through for me.*walks away*
Seto: *blinks* Ok...whatever. I don't care. *lies down on the ground and covers his eyes against the light*
Yugi: Something tells me that I won't want to be around when they sober up.
White Angel: *still chasing Malik and waving the Almighty Pointy Stick.* Please R&R!!! Promise I won't skewer Malik, fangirls! Just must avenge my Ryou. Hope you enjoyed the chappie. Can't promise more "soon". But I will continue!
Heh, heh...Sorry I didn't warn the readers about how pixi stixs tend to fizz when you add them to Dr. Pepper for the ever popular "Sugar-Addict's Dream" ^^; Gomen!
I have not forgotten about Ryou! How could I? His dramatic return is a major part of the climax, so if I wrote about him now, it would totally give it away, and we would not want that, now would we?
So many wanted to assassinate my teacher in hopes that the chapter would come out sooner... I'm touched... ^_^
And don't worry! This story will be completed...eventually. Come Hell, high water, or evil English teachers! I hope you understand that it is hard to spend your weekends writing when your teacher makes you do it all week. *sigh* But I will try hard. Promise. ~_^
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Isis: Oi! Yami Bakura! More lemonade!
Yami Bakura: *grumbles* Yes, ma'am...
*Poor Yami Bakura was forced to servitude to pay off his dept. Needless to say, the girls were enjoying this.*
Anzu: Did you fold all the clothes we bought?
Yami Bakura: *exasperated* Yes...
Mai: Did you wash the one's Yami Malik was wearing? They needed to be sanitized.
Yami Malik: I didn't hear you complain during the strip poker game!
Yami Bakura: Yes, I washed 'em. *mutters* How could this get any worse?
White Angel: You COULD be in a French maid's outfit.
Yami Bakura: o_O; I'll be good.
Yami Malik: *shakes head* Pathetic...
Yami Bakura: Oh, shut up!
*Yami comes running by.*
Yami: HEY! "Jackass" is playing!
Yami Malik: YEA!
White Angel: Good grief...
Yami Bakura: AW.... I'm missing it!
Anzu: You're better off.
Yami: Well I'm not going to miss it! I like to imagine that the guy getting pummeled is Kaiba.
Seto: *calls* I heard that, Yami!!!
Malik: *calls* You better hurry! They're doing shopping cart crashes!
*Yami and Yami Malik rush off*
Mai: *shakes head* Boys... Sixteen years old or five thousand. They're all the same.
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Yami Bakura:
I used the millennium eye to make sure Yugi was gone. It was three fifteen. Time to get moving. I took the needle out of my arm and all the tape that went with it. I slipped on my clothes from the day before. I didn't give a damn if they were dirty. I passed by the mirror and remember the bandage on my head. This I took off as well. There were a couple stitches closing the wound, but it was near my hairline and so easy to hide. I also covered the millennium eye to make myself less conspicuous. But after using the eye, I realized that there were too many people in the hall for me to make and escape there. And I did not want to waste my magic to eliminate them all. And so I decided on the window. So what if I was on the second floor? Gravity is not a big problem for someone such as me.
The power given to me by both the ring and the eye was incredible. Not only did they give me the dark powers, but they also increased my physical endurance. Invoking the power slightly, I was able to nimbly jump from the second story ledge to the parking lot below, landing on one knee. It felt great to be up and really moving again. The sky was darkening as storm clouds moved in. Fitting weather, I suppose.
Using Ryou's memory, I waited for the bus that would take me to my destination. The wind picked up, blowing my hair into my face. It felt good. To be truly alive... I breathed deeply, taking in the smell of the approaching rain. Thunder rumbled in the distance. I would have walked were time not an issue. I liked the rain. The bus arrived just as the first drops began to fall, and I boarded. Luckily I would not have to ride long. Only five minutes.
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Honda:
"Jounouchi, is that salsa?"
"Yep," he replied. "It'll go great with the spicy corn chips"
"You do remember that this is for a recovering hospital patient?" Anzu questioned.
"Hey, we gotta eat too!" he replied. I rolled my eyes. Jounouchi always thought with his stomach. Luckily, he'd remembered tamer foods as well.
When Jounouchi told me about Bakura's condition, I did not know whether or not to believe him. He had a habit of blowing things out of proportion. I did not want to believe him, that was for sure. To think that Bakura could go over the edge like that without even having the ring to blame it on. It was weird. But any excuse to party.
I really hoped Bakura would be all right. Jounouchi said the Yugi told him Bakura was okay physically, but wasn't really acting like himself. And the thing with the millennium eye. I knew Yugi wouldn't joke about something like that and neither would Jounouchi. I wish I had been there. But I had been given a long list of chores by my folks. Shopping, cleaning, washing, yard work... I'd only just finished. But that didn't stop me from feeling guilty about it. But then I felt guilty about the whole thing.
Anzu had seen right through me. She knew I felt guilty about Bakura being hurt and tried to tell me it wasn't my fault and I could have done nothing to prevent it. But I really didn't listen. I'd always looked out for Bakura. Ever since I got to know him on Duelist Kingdom. Face it, the guy needs someone to look out for him. An only child, his father gone most of the time, and misery follows him wherever he goes. Someone's got to watch his back. Even though he's seen the way the world works the hard way, he is still too trusting and innocent for his own good. I saw his being hurt from something like a simple accident as a failure. Something I had been unable to protect him from. Sure, with the kinds of things that plague Bakura, I can't help him all the time. But I felt this was something I could have prevented, even though Anzu said I was being unreasonable.
I felt unusually nervous today. I had a bad feeling I could not place. Maybe it was just the weather getting to me. I looked out the window. It was black as night outside, rain just beginning to beat against the glass. I shook the feeling off. I guess I was just worried about seeing Bakura. I did not want to see him the way Jounouchi said he was.
"Jounouchi! Save some for later!"
Anzu's shouting at Jounouchi brought me out of my thoughts. I looked away from the window.
"Hey! They should be a while. I'll die of starvation if I have to wait 'til five!" Jounouchi said through a mouthful of corn chips.
The thunder rumbled outside, closer than before and the electricity flickered. Anzu peeked through the curtains. "It's getting bad out there," she said. She squinted through the storm.
"Something wrong, Anzu?" I asked.
"Thought I saw someone out there."
"Who'd be out in that mess?" Jounouchi said.
"Guess it was my imagination," Anzu said, looking doubtful.
We went back to setting up (having to replace the food that Jounouchi ate). Anzu continued cleaning up, openly more nervous. I think we were all a little shaken up. The atmosphere just called for it.
We all jumped about a foot when there was a sudden knock at the door, Anzu crying out loud. "You expecting somebody else?" I asked.
"No one 'til five," she said, looking at her watch. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to think to answer the door. There was a knock again that finally snapped us out of it, and Anzu opened the door.
There stood a very wet figure on the other side, water dripping down from locks of long white hair, clothes soaked, and shivering slightly. "Bakura?! Why are you here now?" Anzu said before she could catch herself.
He looked up for the first time, the millennium eye only slightly covered by his dripping hair. "Please, Anzu, can I come in? It's horrible out here."
"Uh, I, uh, well yes, of course! Come in." She stepped aside allowing the soaking wet Bakura to step in, a puddle almost instantly forming on the floor by his feet. Anzu ran to get him a towel.
"Bakura, what are you doing here now?" Jounouchi asked. "Yugi said you weren't getting out 'til five."
"Speaking of which, where is Yugi?" I asked.
Anzu returned and handed Bakura the towel. He began to dry himself off before answering. "He had an emergency errand to run for his Grandfather," he stated. "The hospital let me out early and Yugi told me to meet him here, though I can't imagine why."
"Well, uh..." I stammered, scratching my head. This was a somewhat awkward moment. "We were trying to welcome you out of the hospital, but you were kinda early and we weren't really prepared for you."
There was something about the way his gaze brightened. Something almost mischievous. I quickly dismissed it, though. I was sure that I was seeing things that weren't there.
"Really?" Bakura said. "All this for me? That's awfully kind of you. But why all this trouble just because I'm recovering from a bump on the head?"
"Just reminding you about who your friends are, Bakura," Jounouchi said in what I am sure he thought was a good-natured manner, but I thought it was just a bit on the blunt side.
Bakura's gaze narrowed. "You've been talking to Yugi, I see."
"He was just worried about you is all," Jounouchi said. "It shows he cares. We just wanted to make you feel better."
"Oh, don't worry, Jounouchi. I don't know that I could possibly feel any better than I do right now..."
I raised an eyebrow. That had seemed more sinister than sincere, for some reason. I shook it off again. But even I could not ignore the strange way he continued on.
"I suppose Yugi told you that I really was acting different," he said thoughtfully as he strolled deeper into the room, looking idly at different items in Anzu's living room, having abandoned drying off even though his hair was still quite wet. He continued. "Suppose he said I was doing things I wouldn't normally do. And doubtless he told you that his Yami was concerned."
"Yeah, something like that," Jounouchi said. "Like I said, he was worried."
"You say 'was' like he shouldn't be anymore..." he said.
"Bakura, you're starting to scare me," Anzu said. "Jounouchi meant nothing by it."
Bakura paused by the window and looked out, a smile spreading across his face. "You probably should be scared. I have no intension of changing my plans in order to make this easier on you."
"Bakura, what are you talking about?" I said, starting to get really worried. "Snap out of it! You're not acting like yourself."
"There's a very good reason for that...." he muttered as thunder clashed loudly outside and the lights blinked and then went out completely, leaving us shrouded in darkness.
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*White Angel and the girls are lounging around; Yami Bakura was, of course, their unwilling servant. There peace did not last, for loud crashed were heard not far off.*
Mai: What is that?
Isis: Let's check it out.
Yami Bakura: Do I have to come?
Anzu: Yes.
Yami Bakura: Damn!
*The girls and the reluctant Yami Bakura head towards the source of the noise. None of them expected the scene they found by the plot hole.*
Seto: *sitting in a shopping cart* OK, *hic* Yami! You're going down this time!
Yami: *also in a shopping cart* Never! I beat you at every *hic* other game, why should I lose now?
*The girls stare in awe. Standing a short distance away is Malik, Yugi, and Mokuba, all watching with interest. The girls and Yami Bakura walk over.*
White Angel: Okay, what happened?
*Malik's mouth drops for a moment. He then tries to say something, but Mokuba pipes in first.*
Mokuba: Malik got bored and spiked the soft drinks while they were watching that show. ^_^
White Angel: MALIK!!!!
Malik: *raises hands submissively* Just an experiment! I wanted to see just how alcohol affects impressionable teens.
*girls sigh and shake heads*
Yami Bakura: All right, Malik! *slaps high five*
Yugi: This is more entertaining than that show was anyway.
Yami Bakura: And definitely better than painting Mai's toenails.
*Yugi gives him a weird look*
Yami Malik: *leaning on Seto's cart and speaking in a slurred manner.* Come on! What are we waiting for?
Yami: My driver.
Yami Bakura: *places hand on his forehead as he realizes what is about to happen* Oh, this isn't going to be pretty.
*They here someone approaching, seemingly running into things along the way from the sound of it.*
Voice: Oi! I'm back!
*White Angel fumes and Malik cringes. Ryou runs awkwardly up to the scene, face flushed and breathing heavily.*
White Angel: *turns to Malik, flames rising up behind her* YOU GOT RYOU WASTED TOO!!!!!!!!
Mokuba: He switched Bakura's Sprite with vodka. ^_^
White Angel: GRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! *chases after Malik brandishing the Almighty Pointy Stick, her torture weapon of choice. Malik runs for his life.*
Isis: *shakes head* Never mess with the authoress' favorite bisounen.
Seto: All right, Yami. You're *hic* going down!
Yami: You said that already! You're starting to repeat yourself, rich boy!
Seto: That's "rich boy-sama" to you!
Yami Malik: 'Nuff talk! Let's get this on the road.
Ryou: Score tied at 2, with me and Yami in the lead.
*Seto and Yami Malik raise and eyebrow.*
Seto: Is that possible?
Yami: Bakura's the only one who can still count past 2. Let him keep score the way he wants.
Seto: You can't count past 2 sober.
Yami: Oh, shut up.
Ryou: Onward in 1....2....3!!!
Yami: Charge!!!
*Ryou pushes Yami and Yami Malik pushes Seto. Unfortunately, both miss and crash into the scenery.*
Seto: Ow....
Ryou: *holds head* Oooh.... I think I'm going to be sick...
Yami: I hear that.
Yami Bakura: *to himself* Heh...perfect opportunity to get myself out of my slavery. Just need to take advantage of the drunk Kaiba. *walks up to Seto* Hey! Kaiba, old pal! I know you were probably the one who was winning.
Seto: Yes, finally! Someone who sees the truth!
Yami Bakura: Yeah, right...anyway, could I borrow a little money?
Seto: Uh...How much?
Yami Bakura: Oh, just a tiny bit, you'll never miss it.
Seto: Fine. *digs out wallet but Yami Bakura snatches the whole thing*
Yami Bakura: Thanks, Kaiba! Knew you'd come through for me.*walks away*
Seto: *blinks* Ok...whatever. I don't care. *lies down on the ground and covers his eyes against the light*
Yugi: Something tells me that I won't want to be around when they sober up.
White Angel: *still chasing Malik and waving the Almighty Pointy Stick.* Please R&R!!! Promise I won't skewer Malik, fangirls! Just must avenge my Ryou. Hope you enjoyed the chappie. Can't promise more "soon". But I will continue!