Yami: (Grudgingly) I bid you welcome to this chapter in which I have been threatened into giving the author's notes for. See my joy.
Bakura: (Looking pissed off) It's short because Borath wanted a cliffhanger last time and it needed to be tied up. And Chapters 18 and 19 are so long and complicated that she's been working on them for two weeks and they are only just finished. 18 is up this Friday.
Yami: (Deadpanned) We're going shopping in them.
Bakura: (Deadpanned) Joy of joys.
Yami: Anyway (Consults clipboard), Borath is taking liberties and doing things her own way so stop whining about inconsistencies between the fic and the series.
Bakura: In English; she is saying 'fuck you' to the information given in the series and doing things her own way. For example sending Yami up the duff again.
Yami: Would you stop bringing that up! I'm barely coping as it is! It's-it's just wrong! (Casts eyes to the ceiling) You sacrilegious cow!
Bakura: (Looking impressed) As you have gathered the swearing aspect of this series is still firmly in place. (Looks down at his own clipboard) 'Since you all responded so well to the Seto/Yami action I will be maintaining that aspect in upcoming chapters. It wasn't properly written in until late because I didn't want to rush the pair.' Christ. How sappy is that? Everyone just wanted you two to start screwing as soon as possible in this bloody story.
Yami: (Grinning) One of the few things I am happy about in the situation I have been dumped with.
Bakura: Borath openly admits that the length of this chapter is pathetic but next week will make up for it and she apologizes.
Yami: And as for 'the spring of the drowned girl is in China', Borath has used her amazing authoress powers to pick up the spring and dumped it in Japan. She has also used said amazing powers to fuck around with my body and get me pregnant AGAIN so you can tell how happy I am being here.
Bakura: Going off track now. Right, last thing: A list of e-mail addresses is being compiled of all those who want to see this 'Yami-in-a-dress' picture, but don't hold your breath waiting for that.
Yami: Her scanner caught fire. You know, fire as in flames.
Bakura: With everyday occurrences such as this in her house it is little wonder that she is spouting this crap to you lot.
Yami: (Pulling the puppy-dog eyes) Please, save us from this insanity.
Chapter 17: Reaction
Freezing at the shouted statement, Seto saw that Yami was standing infront of a yellow barricade on the verge of brutally murdering the poor employee on the other side.
"Answer me you fucking moron! How can the fountain be dry?!" Yami tried again, taking a menacing step forward so that his toes were against the plastic barrier. Even that wasn't going to save the man's life if he didn't get a satisfactory answer soon though.
"I-I'm sorry sir, but we don't know yet. We have a team of specialists looking at it now. We should know more later," the dark-skinned man stuttered, taking a step back when Yami leant forward on the barrier and clutched it with his hands. Apparently he was trying to break it with his bare hands.
"When did this happen?" he growled in what could barely be called a voice.
"Half-half an hour ago. The team was already here on a standard study day, so they got to work right away when the water, uh, stopped."
Whirling round knowing that he wouldn't be able to get anything worthwhile out of him now that he had reduced the man to such a state, Yami stalked back to where the others were hovering at a cautious distance.
"Yeah, we heard Yami. We could come back later when the spring is fixed," Honda suggested, unconsciously bringing his hands up in a partly soothing partly defensive gesture.
"I don't understand how it could be dry though. How the hell can it be dry?!" he asked, his voice raising again causing everyone to take a step backwards.
"Well how about that, Little Pharaoh? Just when you needed it, the spring inexplicably dries up," Bakura said oily, staring at Yami from beneath a hooded gaze, a smirk playing across his lips. Materializing at Ryou's side after having rode over here inside the Ring, the ex-Tomb Raider stood eerily still with his arms held slack at his sides.
Yami's crimson eyes narrowed as he picked up on a hidden meaning in those words. //What the hell did he do?//
Fingering the Millennium Ring about his neck, the platinum-haired boy dropped his gaze before dragging it slowly back up Yami's form, smirking openly now that he saw that Yami had begun to fully realize what had happened.
"These Items of ours are a lot more powerful then people give them credit for."
He would have said more if Yami hadn't dived for his throat, getting a pretty good grip on it too before Joey and Honda pried his hands off whilst Seto and Yugi pulled him back by his waist.
Crossing his arms conceitedly as it seemed Yami's friends had assured his personal safety, Bakura wasn't prepared for the fist that connected solidly with his chin. Falling in a heap on the ground, he vaguely realized that they were just protecting Yami from injury by hitting him themselves before he passed out.
Joey turned to face Tea with raised eyebrows. "Tea, I'm impressed! I had no idea you could deck someone like that!"
Cradling a very sore hand, Tea gave a small smile before looking to Yami who looked quite capable of murder then. "Oh thanks. Deprive me that pleasure," he grumbled whilst shrugging out of Yugi and Seto's hands.
He would have had a go at cracking Bakura's skull open on the pavement but he disappeared back into the Ring before he had the chance, only causing to infuriate him further. The group giving him a respectable amount of space as he started back to the car, Seto wincing as he sent a solid kick into the door-panel which left an impressive dent before he got inside, slamming it shut behind him.
The others held back waiting for him to cool Yami down a little, or at least to the degree where it was safe to be in a small space with him and his temper. Sighing and mentally checking that his Will was fully written up, Seto opened the door of the car and slid in beside him.
Sitting with his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees, Yami looked the picture of a foul mood, glowering at the seat opposite him as if the dry-spring was all it's fault.
Placing an arm in the center of his back and rubbing it in firm circles, he was relieved to hear Yami exhale in an exasperated sigh. "So, how would you kill Bakura?"
Snorting with amusement, the tri-haired teen flopped back in the seat, his eyes still fixed on the seat. "After throttling him... By Ra, what luck do we have?"
"I dunno, it keeps things interesting. We can never complain that life gets boring, can we?"
"I suppose not. Joey's right, as strange as that is to say that; we can come back when the fountain's back to normal. The going plan was to stay in this form until it became uncomfortable anyway."
"Well I'm sure you'll be able to tell when the time has come. Now turning to the matter of your mood; would you be happier if I promised to make you *extremely* comfortable later?"
"Is that all you think about?"
"Do you mind?"
Thinks for a millisecond. "Nope. I think your attentions will actually be required. But I still want to harm, maim or kill Bakura."
"If Ryou doesn't want you interfering with what's going on between them then I'm sure that he wouldn't want you killing his yami either. Personally I'd like to tape his demise and have it played around the world for all to see and celebrate, but that's just me."
Shaking his head and marveling at how trivial the conversation had suddenly turned, Yami twisted so that his head was against Seto's chest, curling his legs up on the seat behind him.
"So. Are you going to be improving my mood now or are you getting to let me simmer for a bit?"
"Decisions, decisions."
"Those windows are one-way right? I could get out and kick the other door in so the others will leave us alone for a while."
"Do you always find it necessary to put so much thought into these things?"
"Damn straight I do."
"Alright. I'll wait here."
Opening the door, Yami slipped back on the expression that best befitted the Devil himself and stalked around the car. Shouting and cursing a fair bit, mostly at Seto through the panels, he sent a booted foot into the bumper and then came back round to the open door and slid back inside. Smiling smugly at Seto, he arched an eyebrow waiting for a response.
Shaking his head with mirth Seto looked out of the window to check on the positions of the rest of the group. "Well that worked well; I can't even see them."
Turning his head back to face Yami he jumped slightly to find that they were now nose to nose, crimsons eyes smoldering into his with an intensity that was actually a little frightening. He didn't have the chance to make a sly comment his mouth was covered so fast.
Climbing into his lap, Yami broke away long enough to swear about the roof being too low to be feasible before roughly shoving Seto down across the length of the seat.
"Aggressive now, aren't we?" the brunette commented in amusement as the other climbed into his lap again. Scowling at the fact that Seto was talking, Yami nipped disapprovingly at his bottom lip before attacking him again.
Things were just starting to get interesting when a dull thumping sound above them interrupted them.
"Hey Kaiba? Are you alright? Yami didn't kill ya did he?"
Right then Seto was quite capable of going back to his old state of mind of wanting to harm Joey, especially since Yami seemed to be ignoring the interruption and attacking the soft skin on his throat.
"Yami! Stop it! I didn't lock the door!" he hissed urgently.
Apparently the Game King was *not* going to be deterred.
"Kaiba? Look, just say you're okay! Yami was pretty pissed an-"
Admittedly concerned Joey had made the foolish mistake of opening the door, getting an eyeful and then slamming it shut again. Leaning against the car as he faced the others, he grinned in an assuring manner
"He's fine. But I kinda have the feeling we're gonna need ta get a cab back."
TBC
Borath: Christ I am *so* sorry! It's sparrow's fart o'clock here and it's just too late to write any real yaio-goodness. Next chapter will be a totally different story though as Yami has, get this, double the amount of hormones as last time, as he puts it, possible exaggeration but that's half the fun, and is in no mood to be declined. Storage rooms can be wonderfully useful at times, can't they?
Yup, I am taking the gang to the Mall next. I'm British so that is a little foreign to me but it was appropriate. They have Malls in Japan, right? Don't know don't care. It will be mostly insanity and the going plot will go flying rather spectacularly out of the proverbial window but hey, that's the best kind of fic isn't it?!
Until next time I bid you a good night. Or morning as it is here with my insomnia and caffeine-hyper mind... Actually the next chapter might be a little scary because I'm writing it in this state...
Yami: (Purple with his anime mallet.) YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!
Bakura: Eep. (Running away very fast.)