KMC: All right, here's chapter two! Thank you to Kelly, and everyone else who reviewed! You guys are great! Oh, one thing, I do use all English names in this since I get confused after using Japanese names a lot. So Bakura will always mean good Bakura. And all of the other English names you know.
Yugi: How come I get such a lame part in this story?
KMC: Come on Yugi, you know I love you, but right now I want to center around Joey and Bakura. I'm in that kind of mood. Since you aren't in the story, you can read the disclaimer.
Yugi: KMC does not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any other part of it, but she does have a rather extensive plushie collection. She gives plushies as gifts her favorite authors.
KMC: Good job Yugi.
Bakura: Wait a second here! Why is it that I have to take care of Joey?
KMC: Because you're a sweetheart and you're his friend.
Bakura: Well, that makes sense.
KMC: Agh... anyways, on with my oh so horrible story.
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*From Bakura's POV*
Gently, I took the cool cloth out of the ice filled water. Ringing it out, I placed it on Joey's forehead.
"Why won't his fever break?" I asked my self nervously, biting my lip.
"How's Joey, Bakura?" asked Yugi as he walked into the room.
"I still can't get his fever to go down," I answered, shaking my head.
"Want me to take over? I mean, you have been here all afternoon," said Yugi.
"No, why don't you and everyone else head home? I am going to stay here with Joey," I said.
"You're going to stay here all night?" asked Yugi, raising an eyebrow.
"Joey doesn't have anyone else here, and I want to take care of him. He's my friend," I stated, crossing my arms.
"Well, if you're sure..."
"Yes, yes. Now go home," I said.
"All right Bakura, good luck," he said, and he headed out the door.
"Come on Joey, get better," I thought, brushing some of his blonde hair off of his face.
When Joey had collapsed, it surprised everyone. Joey didn't seem like the type to faint. I ran over to him, and placed my hand on his forehead.
"He's burning up!" and he was. His breathing had become labored, and his cheeks were flushed.
Using strength I didn't even know I had, I picked Joey up and placed him over my shoulder. Then I started to run, trying to Joey home as soon as I could.
Now we were at his house, and he was in bed. I didn't know what to do, if I should call a doctor or just leave it. He seemed to be all right, he just needed to get this fever down. Taking the cloth off of his head, I dipped it back in the bowl and swirled it around.
"This is cold," I thought, as my fingers started to go numb.
I lifted the rag back out and rung it out, and then placed it back on Joey's head. Hopefully, it would work.
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*Joey's POV*
I opened my eyes slowly, and automatically was bombarded with senses. First I felt extremely hot, and then felt something very cold on my face. Sitting up, I was immediately pushed back down, by not only a splitting headache, but by a pair of gentle hands on my bare chest. Man, were those hands cold! Looking over, I waited for my eyes to focus completely, and then Bakura's concerned face swam into view.
"Bakura? What are you-" but the sound of my own voice only caused my head to hurt worse, so I shut it.
"You're at home Joey, I'm taking care of you," he said softly, his voice not really hurting my head at all.
"Why?"
Bakura laughed, "Because you're sick."
It hit me, I was sick. Maybe it hadn't hit me before because I was so out of it. I lifted my hand to my head, and felt something soft, wet, and cool under my fingers.
"What-"
"I'm trying to get your fever down," Bakura said.
No wonder I felt so hot. And yet I felt so cold at the same time, shivering, I tried to curl up under my covers. Bakura pulled my sheets up around me and tucked them in. He was so gentle, and that was nice when you were sick. I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to relax. My head felt like it was about to split open, and my chest felt tight and painful. I felt Bakura's fingers on my face, and I drifted off to sleep, hoping I would feel better when I woke up.
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KMC: I know, I know. Slow and stupid, but I don't know exactly how I want this to go, so bear with me here.
Joey: You're gonna make me worse, aren't you?
KMC: Maybe. Oh, and like I said before, this is NOT yaoi! So don't get the wrong idea, Bakura is just trying to comfort Joey. R&R!
Yugi: How come I get such a lame part in this story?
KMC: Come on Yugi, you know I love you, but right now I want to center around Joey and Bakura. I'm in that kind of mood. Since you aren't in the story, you can read the disclaimer.
Yugi: KMC does not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any other part of it, but she does have a rather extensive plushie collection. She gives plushies as gifts her favorite authors.
KMC: Good job Yugi.
Bakura: Wait a second here! Why is it that I have to take care of Joey?
KMC: Because you're a sweetheart and you're his friend.
Bakura: Well, that makes sense.
KMC: Agh... anyways, on with my oh so horrible story.
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*From Bakura's POV*
Gently, I took the cool cloth out of the ice filled water. Ringing it out, I placed it on Joey's forehead.
"Why won't his fever break?" I asked my self nervously, biting my lip.
"How's Joey, Bakura?" asked Yugi as he walked into the room.
"I still can't get his fever to go down," I answered, shaking my head.
"Want me to take over? I mean, you have been here all afternoon," said Yugi.
"No, why don't you and everyone else head home? I am going to stay here with Joey," I said.
"You're going to stay here all night?" asked Yugi, raising an eyebrow.
"Joey doesn't have anyone else here, and I want to take care of him. He's my friend," I stated, crossing my arms.
"Well, if you're sure..."
"Yes, yes. Now go home," I said.
"All right Bakura, good luck," he said, and he headed out the door.
"Come on Joey, get better," I thought, brushing some of his blonde hair off of his face.
When Joey had collapsed, it surprised everyone. Joey didn't seem like the type to faint. I ran over to him, and placed my hand on his forehead.
"He's burning up!" and he was. His breathing had become labored, and his cheeks were flushed.
Using strength I didn't even know I had, I picked Joey up and placed him over my shoulder. Then I started to run, trying to Joey home as soon as I could.
Now we were at his house, and he was in bed. I didn't know what to do, if I should call a doctor or just leave it. He seemed to be all right, he just needed to get this fever down. Taking the cloth off of his head, I dipped it back in the bowl and swirled it around.
"This is cold," I thought, as my fingers started to go numb.
I lifted the rag back out and rung it out, and then placed it back on Joey's head. Hopefully, it would work.
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*Joey's POV*
I opened my eyes slowly, and automatically was bombarded with senses. First I felt extremely hot, and then felt something very cold on my face. Sitting up, I was immediately pushed back down, by not only a splitting headache, but by a pair of gentle hands on my bare chest. Man, were those hands cold! Looking over, I waited for my eyes to focus completely, and then Bakura's concerned face swam into view.
"Bakura? What are you-" but the sound of my own voice only caused my head to hurt worse, so I shut it.
"You're at home Joey, I'm taking care of you," he said softly, his voice not really hurting my head at all.
"Why?"
Bakura laughed, "Because you're sick."
It hit me, I was sick. Maybe it hadn't hit me before because I was so out of it. I lifted my hand to my head, and felt something soft, wet, and cool under my fingers.
"What-"
"I'm trying to get your fever down," Bakura said.
No wonder I felt so hot. And yet I felt so cold at the same time, shivering, I tried to curl up under my covers. Bakura pulled my sheets up around me and tucked them in. He was so gentle, and that was nice when you were sick. I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to relax. My head felt like it was about to split open, and my chest felt tight and painful. I felt Bakura's fingers on my face, and I drifted off to sleep, hoping I would feel better when I woke up.
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KMC: I know, I know. Slow and stupid, but I don't know exactly how I want this to go, so bear with me here.
Joey: You're gonna make me worse, aren't you?
KMC: Maybe. Oh, and like I said before, this is NOT yaoi! So don't get the wrong idea, Bakura is just trying to comfort Joey. R&R!