By OtakuChild
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! But would like it for Christmas!
Chapter 4: Hypnotherapy
Bakura's POV
"Hypno-What?"
I realize that Malik is very mentally unstable, but the words coming out
of his pretty little mouth are BLASPHEMY!!!
Yes,
I think his mouth is pretty. I don't care if you have a problem with that.
Mouths
can be very pretty, you know.
"I think,"
Malik says, "That traditional treatments won't work for you. We need to
go with something a little more unorthodox."
"Malik,"
I say, "I don't have cancer."
Oops.
Wrong thing to say.
"BUT
YOU WILL GET CANCER IF YOU DON'T STOP SMOKING!!!"
And he
smacks me.
He just
smacked me across the face.
That
hurts.
"OW!!
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR??" Now I'm mad.
"Because
you," he stuck a finger in my face, "ARE SO GODAMN FUCKING STUBBORN!"
"AM NOT!"
"ARE
TOO!"
"NO I'M
NOT!"
"You
contuinually do a habit that makes you sick, and stains your teeth, and
makes the apartment reek, because you are stubborn!"
Hold
on a minute, my teeth are not yellow! I take very good care of my teeth!
My teeth are a nice pearly white! But nevermind. I'm frustrated now.
"It relaxes
me."
Malik
smacks me again, harder this time. This time it stings a lot. I place my
hand to my cheek.
Malik's
scowl lifts, and his face softens. And I think...those are tears in his
eyes.
Oh god.
He's crying. I never know what to do when he gets like this.
"I'm
so sorry..." he turns to leave the room. I stop him.
"Malik..."
I don't know what to say.
He just
looks at me with sad eyes. Must think.
"I'll
quit Malik. If it means that much to you, I'll quit."
Where
the fuck did that come from? Ah well, I don't care. It's no lie.
I am
caught off guard as Malik "glomps" me, as Ryou would say.
"I'm
sorry," he mumbles.
"No,
no." I say. "I deserved it."
Malik's POV
Gezzus.
What
was that? I hate when I get all wishy-washy. I hate the fact that I hit
Bakura.
But he's
hugging me back. I mean really hugging me.
And he's
acting...well...not his usual blood-slurping self.
Which
makes me wonder.
Am I
dreaming? Does he feel that too?
I must
be dreaming.
No matter.
I just
have to figure out how to hypnotize Bakura.
One hour later...Bakura's POV
"You are
getting sleeeeeepy," Malik says. He is waving a pendulum back and forth.
His gaze follows my own, which is now focused on the pendulum.
"I'm
wide awake." I say.
"That's
because you're not concentraitng," he says. "Now, let's try again. You're
getting sleeeepy...you're eyelids are heavy, you just want to go to sleep..."
Yes,
with you.
Gack!
Bad Bakura! Get your mind out of the gutter!
I sigh
and close my eyes, and begin to relax.
"Okay,
good," Malik says. "Now, I will travel to the farthest reaches of your
mind..."
I am
starting to think that maybe Prozac for Malik isn't such a bad stocking-stuffer.
"You
hate smoking, you detest it. You want nothing to do with it. When I count
to three you will awake, and no longer desire a cigarette ever again. One...two..."
...
...
...
...
What
the hell is he doing?
...
...
"THREE!"
OUCH!!!
Malik
grins at me. "How do you feel?" he asks.
On no.
"You
want the honest truth?" I ask.
"Of course!"
"I want
a cigarette."
Malik's POV
NO!
Dammit!
It didn't work!
Sigh...
Well,
it was worth a try, and it was kinda fun. Guess I just have to take him
to a professional.
The next day...
Well,
here we are.
I called
and set up an appointment yesterday. Bakura is nervous. I told him
there was nothing to worry about. I've had hypnotherapy before, to deal
with all the trauma of my father carving the Pharoh's Memories into my
back, and that whole thing.
"What
if she tells me to go jump around like a kangaroo?" he asks.
"She
won't do that," I say.
Bakura
is finally called in, and the lady plays a tape describing what hypnotherapy
is. Basically, she relaxes you to the point where you open up your subconcoious
mind. What she says from that point on is absorbed in your unconcious,
and it sticks a whole lot better.
Geez,
I am just not explaining it well, am I?
Aw crap.
I tried.
I wait
out in the waiting room while Bakura undergoes the treatment, and I get
absorbed in the latest issue of Cosmopolitan.
Hey,
just trying to get in touch with my femenine side, if you please.
Bakura
finally comes out, looking a whole hell of a lot better than he has in
the last few days.
"Hey,"
I say. "How did it go?"
"It went
well, and I wasn't floating in midair."
I sigh,
grin, and roll my eyes.
"How
do you feel?"
He gives
me a HUGE grin. "Tons better." I've never seen him grin like that. It's
eerie, and at the same time, cute.
What
are you looking at? Bakura's right, you people have problems.
We pay
for the appointment, and the therapist hands Bakura a reinforcement CD,
and we go back home.
Once
there, he takes a package of cigarettes out of his pocket! NARGH!!
"BAKURA!"
I snap.
"Hold
on a minute." Instead of smoking one, he crumples up the package and throws
it in the trash. He turns to look at me. "A tad high-strung, are we?" He
says.
I feel
my face getting hot. Oh geez. Anything but this! He mustn't know! Never!
I mumbled
something about lack of food and ducked into my room.
Once
there I splash cold water on my face to cool it down. I hear knocking at
the door.
"You
okay?" he asks. "I...um...I want to talk to you."
Uh-Oh.
This
could either turn out very good, or very bad.
BWAHAHAHA!! Me do evil cliffy.
>;) Nevertheless, the chaper is done and up. YAY!!! That is all. Later
everyone!
-OtakuChild