Alrighty, well, I for once have nothing to say. Wow. This is like, a once
in a lifetime thing!! Anyways, here it is!! Enjoy!!
Chapter Four: On the Phone (((((5 pages and a paragraph on Microsoft Word (size 11 font, too.....phew) ^^;;)))))
Tristan blew up air into his face. "I'll hafta do it now. When she doesn't see me behind the door." He pulled off his shoe, and through careful maneuvering, bashed Tea on the back of her head. The boy pulled off the girl's right shoe and her sock. His hand slipped into his pocket and pulled out his Swiss Army knife. With careful precision, he nicked the bottom of Tea's foot and watched as the blood flowed freely onto the carpet. Tristan panicked. He couldn't let the blood leave a stain. He tore off a piece of his school uniform and wrapped it around Tea's foot.
"That should suffice. At least until I find a container."
His eyes quickly gazed over her room. They landed on her vanity mirror. Tristan ran over and pulled the cap off of one of Tea's lipstick tubes. He tossed the lipstick to the side and ran over to the unconscious girl on the ground, the cap in his hand. The cloth was carefully unwrapped from the delicate foot. Tristan positioned the bottle under the cut and watched as the red liquid filled the tiny capsule.
When the lipstick top was full, Tristan capped it with a wad of modeling clay he had found. He shoved the bloody cloth into his pocket. When he felt the tiny plant in it, he remembered.
"The clover. Oh yeah......"
He pulled off the frail leaf and pressed it at Tea's wound. It magically sealed itself up, leaving a mark the shape of the leaf. The leaf fell to the ground in a small pile of green dust.
The teenage boy turned his head when he noticed that Tea had begun to stir. She blinked a few times to restore her vision.
"Tri-Tristan? Issat you? What happened?" Tea sat up and mumbled while rubbing the back of her head.
"Yeah, yeah. It's me. Are you ok?" Tristan looked at her with false concern.
Tea blinked. "Yeah, I'm fine, but what happened?" The pretty girl looked at her friend.
Tristan picked his mind for a good excuse. "Uh, you hit your head on the......um......" He quickly scanned the room. "On the door."
"The door?"
"Yeah, I was behind the door and you waltzed in and I accidentally slammed it into you. I'm real sorry, Tea." He put on his puppy dog eyes, in hopes of her "forgiveness".
Tea smiled warmly. "It's alright Tristan. But, tell me one thing. Why aren't I wearing my right shoe?"
Tristan blanched. "Ahem, well, uh, when you were knocked out, uhh, you subconsciously took off your shoe. It was um.......a defense mechanism. Yeah."
Tea raised her eyebrows. "Oh. Ok then. Well, can you help me put it back on?"
The boy nodded and obliged, and then helped her up.
Tristan looked at Tea's digital clock. 6:45. "Uhh......I think I had better get going, Tea. I'll see ya tomorrow.
~*~*~*~*~Later that night....say eightish or so......~*~*~*~*~ The phone was lifted off of the receiver. Tristan gently pushed the buttons of the phone number he had memorized many years back. He kept it close to his ear as he listened for the rings. The rings stopped, a click, and then a memorable voice said a gruff "Hello".
"Joey? What's wrong, man? You didn't feel like talking, and you walked home by yourself. Are you alright?"
"I-I'm fine.......really......." Joey choked, debating if he should spill put his troubles so early in his depression.
Tristan slumped back onto his chair. "Joey. Stop lying. Now, tell me. What's wrong?"
Joey sighed and brushed some hair out of his face. "Alright. Tristan, for some reason, Yugi's mad at me. Do you know why?" Joey's voice was so full of sadness and remorse.
Tristan blinked. He knew that this was the problem. "I-I have no clue why." Tristan gulped. "I'm really sorry, buddy. Really, I am."
"I know, I know. And I appreciate it, man. Thanks. But now what am I going to do?" Joey tried to hold back tears.
The brunette blinked. "Uh, why don't you just cool off." Tristan heard a familiar voice in the background. "Hey, is that Bakura's voice I hear?"
Joey's eyes overflowed. "I-I gotta go.....here......talk to Ryou......." Joey dropped the receiver and ran out of the room, sobbing into his hands.
Bakura reached down and picked up the phone. "he-hello?"
Tristan perked up. "Bakura? Zat you?"
"yeah, yeah it is........"
Tristan felt a sharp prick of pain in his pocket, where he kept the clover. He felt a breeze tickle his ear and a voice.
"He's number Two.....we need his blood......"
Tristan shivered, then nodded. "Um, Bakura. I was thinking. Would you like to spend tomorrow night at my house? I promise, I won't be as emotional as Joey......heh......heh.....oy......well, will you?"
Bakura smiled. "I would love to, Tristan. We can go over right after school, right?"
"Right. See ya tomorrow!"
"Bye!"
Bakura smiled. ::Finally, I can get a close friend. Hopefully.::
Tristan smiled. ::Ball Two is in play.......::
~*~*~*~*~The next morning.~*~*~*~*~
Tristan yawned. He remembered about how the Voice was coming to take the blood. He had put it under his pillow. Tristan pulled the pillow up and looked. It was gone.
"Good......one step closer to happiness with Joey in that place called.....Mela-.....Mela-.....Melanot.....isn't it? Oh well......"
Tristan got ready for school and rode his motorcycle over to Joey's house. ::Oh, crap......where are we gonna put Bakura?::
"Hey!! Joey, Bakura!! You guys ready?" Tristan called out to his friends.
Bakura came out onto the front porch wearing a uniform that looked a tiny bit large. "Hey Tristan. I'm ready, but Joey is moping around and dragging his feet. He seems so sad and he won't tell me why. Did he tell you?"
Tristan cringed. He didn't want Bakura to feel left out of the secret so he said, "No....not much....um....he said something about Yugi though......"
Bakura nodded. "Perhaps it was what happened in class yesterday."
Tristan looked up. "What happened?"
Bakura proceeded to tell his clueless friend what had happened.
::And Yugi was ignoring him....hmmm......::
All of a sudden Joey burst out of the door.
"I can't take it anymore!!"
The blonde took the helmet out of Tristan's arms, hopped on, revved up the motor and sped off without regards for his two friends left behind.
Tristan shook his head. "Looks like we're taking the long way."
~*~*~*~*~After homeroom~*~*~*~*~
Tristan walked over to Joey's locker. Joey was fumbling with the lock. Tristan shook his head.
"Here, let me help you......." He took his fist and banged it on the locker, causing it to swing open. "Your locker sucks, man."
Joey's voice cracked. "I know......." He took his books and tried to slam the locker shut, but it just swung right back open. "Uhhhh......shut that for me, will ya, Tris......"
Tristan watched as his love walked down the hall, head down, not watching where he was going. Joey was bumping into everyone and everything but he didn't seem to care.
Tristan did a nifty little trick to shut the faulty locker door. After he was finished, he banged his head on the locker next to Joey's. Joey's locker's door swung open.
~*~*~*~*~Lunchtime......((Eat up my precious little bishies!!! ^^;;))~*~*~*~*~
Tea limped over to her friend, Tristan, who was eating lunch alone.
"Hi, Tristan! Why so down?" Tea asked concernedly to the boy.
Tristan ignored the question. "W-what happened to your foot?"
Tea turned the switch in her head from polite and quiet, to loud and talkative. "Well, you know when you came over, how when I was knocked out, my shoe wasn't on my foot? Well, it turns out that somehow, I must have scratched with a nail or something. I put some bandages on it and now it hurts when I walk, but otherwise, it's fine. What bothers my is that me sister said that she had heard you screaming before it happened. What's wrong? What happened?"
Tristan choked on his sandwich and started coughing. Tea got up and gave him the Heimlich maneuver. He stopped choking and relaxed. They heard a taunting voice from behind them.
"Oooooooo........they really are going out!! And perhaps they're doing more than just going out.......hee hee hee!!"
Tea limped over, smacked her fellow cheerleader across the head, and yelled at her.
"Shut UP, Christine!! I'm sick and tired of hearing it from you!! Leave me alone!!" Tea did her best to stomp away.
"There. That should teach her a lesson."
Tristan just stared.
~*~*~*~*~Meanwhile, at the other side of the cafeteria~*~*~*~*~
Yugi put the last piece in the Puzzle. "Finally! I've finished!" Yugi felt Yami's presence fill his body and mind.
##Yami? Are you back?##
//Yugi.what happened?\\
Yugi told his Yami about what had happened.
//I can't believe it.....How could he do such a thing? We'll get him back.....someway, somehow......\\
~*~*~*~*~Later that night, at Tristan's house, you know.......when Bakura spends the night.....^^;;~*~*~*~*~
Bakura yawned. "I'm so tired, Tristan......why don't we go to sleep? Its pretty late and we have school tomorrow."
Tristan smirked. "Alright.....but let's eat something before we go to bed......would you like some milk and cookies?"
"Heh heh heh.....sure." Bakura chuckled. "If its not too childish.....heh heh heh."
Tristan faked a laugh and walked down the stairs, skipping over the ones that creaked and moaned. He tiptoed into the kitchen. As the door to the fridge swung open, a breeze, and the Voice whispered in Tristan's ear.
"Turn around. You'll find a small container of liquid. Put the liquid into Number Two's refreshment. Use the empty bottle for his blood from his right hand. Got it? Now go!" The Voice faded away.
"Oh, shit.....not already. Oh well......here goes." With shaking hands, Tristan poured the drug into a full glass of milk that he had prepared for Bakura. He pocketed the small empty bottle and, carefully balancing the milk and cookies, walked up the stairs to his bedroom. Tristan walked into the room, finding Bakura fast asleep.
"Bakura. Hey, Bakura! Wake up, bud!"
The silver-haired boy stirred. "Hu-huh? What time is it?" He rubbed his eyes.
"Never mind that. Why don't you eat something. You look hungry. Here. Take these cookies and milk. They're peanut butter with macadamia nuts. Your favorite." (A/N: LOL Sorry, I had to put that in there. They're my absolute favorites!! Lol.....anyway.....) Tristan set the plate next to Bakura, whose stomach rumbled.
Bakura smiled. "Ah, just on time. I appear to be starved. Heh."
Tristan's eyes gleamed maliciously as his "friend" picked up the glass full of seemingly innocent 2% milk and took a sip. Bakura wiped a milk mustache from his mouth, only to fall to his side, unconscious.
~*~*~*~*~TBC~*~*~*~*~
Oh Dear. Another sad attempt at a cliff hanger. Feh. Oh well...see ya soon!!
Chapter Four: On the Phone (((((5 pages and a paragraph on Microsoft Word (size 11 font, too.....phew) ^^;;)))))
Tristan blew up air into his face. "I'll hafta do it now. When she doesn't see me behind the door." He pulled off his shoe, and through careful maneuvering, bashed Tea on the back of her head. The boy pulled off the girl's right shoe and her sock. His hand slipped into his pocket and pulled out his Swiss Army knife. With careful precision, he nicked the bottom of Tea's foot and watched as the blood flowed freely onto the carpet. Tristan panicked. He couldn't let the blood leave a stain. He tore off a piece of his school uniform and wrapped it around Tea's foot.
"That should suffice. At least until I find a container."
His eyes quickly gazed over her room. They landed on her vanity mirror. Tristan ran over and pulled the cap off of one of Tea's lipstick tubes. He tossed the lipstick to the side and ran over to the unconscious girl on the ground, the cap in his hand. The cloth was carefully unwrapped from the delicate foot. Tristan positioned the bottle under the cut and watched as the red liquid filled the tiny capsule.
When the lipstick top was full, Tristan capped it with a wad of modeling clay he had found. He shoved the bloody cloth into his pocket. When he felt the tiny plant in it, he remembered.
"The clover. Oh yeah......"
He pulled off the frail leaf and pressed it at Tea's wound. It magically sealed itself up, leaving a mark the shape of the leaf. The leaf fell to the ground in a small pile of green dust.
The teenage boy turned his head when he noticed that Tea had begun to stir. She blinked a few times to restore her vision.
"Tri-Tristan? Issat you? What happened?" Tea sat up and mumbled while rubbing the back of her head.
"Yeah, yeah. It's me. Are you ok?" Tristan looked at her with false concern.
Tea blinked. "Yeah, I'm fine, but what happened?" The pretty girl looked at her friend.
Tristan picked his mind for a good excuse. "Uh, you hit your head on the......um......" He quickly scanned the room. "On the door."
"The door?"
"Yeah, I was behind the door and you waltzed in and I accidentally slammed it into you. I'm real sorry, Tea." He put on his puppy dog eyes, in hopes of her "forgiveness".
Tea smiled warmly. "It's alright Tristan. But, tell me one thing. Why aren't I wearing my right shoe?"
Tristan blanched. "Ahem, well, uh, when you were knocked out, uhh, you subconsciously took off your shoe. It was um.......a defense mechanism. Yeah."
Tea raised her eyebrows. "Oh. Ok then. Well, can you help me put it back on?"
The boy nodded and obliged, and then helped her up.
Tristan looked at Tea's digital clock. 6:45. "Uhh......I think I had better get going, Tea. I'll see ya tomorrow.
~*~*~*~*~Later that night....say eightish or so......~*~*~*~*~ The phone was lifted off of the receiver. Tristan gently pushed the buttons of the phone number he had memorized many years back. He kept it close to his ear as he listened for the rings. The rings stopped, a click, and then a memorable voice said a gruff "Hello".
"Joey? What's wrong, man? You didn't feel like talking, and you walked home by yourself. Are you alright?"
"I-I'm fine.......really......." Joey choked, debating if he should spill put his troubles so early in his depression.
Tristan slumped back onto his chair. "Joey. Stop lying. Now, tell me. What's wrong?"
Joey sighed and brushed some hair out of his face. "Alright. Tristan, for some reason, Yugi's mad at me. Do you know why?" Joey's voice was so full of sadness and remorse.
Tristan blinked. He knew that this was the problem. "I-I have no clue why." Tristan gulped. "I'm really sorry, buddy. Really, I am."
"I know, I know. And I appreciate it, man. Thanks. But now what am I going to do?" Joey tried to hold back tears.
The brunette blinked. "Uh, why don't you just cool off." Tristan heard a familiar voice in the background. "Hey, is that Bakura's voice I hear?"
Joey's eyes overflowed. "I-I gotta go.....here......talk to Ryou......." Joey dropped the receiver and ran out of the room, sobbing into his hands.
Bakura reached down and picked up the phone. "he-hello?"
Tristan perked up. "Bakura? Zat you?"
"yeah, yeah it is........"
Tristan felt a sharp prick of pain in his pocket, where he kept the clover. He felt a breeze tickle his ear and a voice.
"He's number Two.....we need his blood......"
Tristan shivered, then nodded. "Um, Bakura. I was thinking. Would you like to spend tomorrow night at my house? I promise, I won't be as emotional as Joey......heh......heh.....oy......well, will you?"
Bakura smiled. "I would love to, Tristan. We can go over right after school, right?"
"Right. See ya tomorrow!"
"Bye!"
Bakura smiled. ::Finally, I can get a close friend. Hopefully.::
Tristan smiled. ::Ball Two is in play.......::
~*~*~*~*~The next morning.~*~*~*~*~
Tristan yawned. He remembered about how the Voice was coming to take the blood. He had put it under his pillow. Tristan pulled the pillow up and looked. It was gone.
"Good......one step closer to happiness with Joey in that place called.....Mela-.....Mela-.....Melanot.....isn't it? Oh well......"
Tristan got ready for school and rode his motorcycle over to Joey's house. ::Oh, crap......where are we gonna put Bakura?::
"Hey!! Joey, Bakura!! You guys ready?" Tristan called out to his friends.
Bakura came out onto the front porch wearing a uniform that looked a tiny bit large. "Hey Tristan. I'm ready, but Joey is moping around and dragging his feet. He seems so sad and he won't tell me why. Did he tell you?"
Tristan cringed. He didn't want Bakura to feel left out of the secret so he said, "No....not much....um....he said something about Yugi though......"
Bakura nodded. "Perhaps it was what happened in class yesterday."
Tristan looked up. "What happened?"
Bakura proceeded to tell his clueless friend what had happened.
::And Yugi was ignoring him....hmmm......::
All of a sudden Joey burst out of the door.
"I can't take it anymore!!"
The blonde took the helmet out of Tristan's arms, hopped on, revved up the motor and sped off without regards for his two friends left behind.
Tristan shook his head. "Looks like we're taking the long way."
~*~*~*~*~After homeroom~*~*~*~*~
Tristan walked over to Joey's locker. Joey was fumbling with the lock. Tristan shook his head.
"Here, let me help you......." He took his fist and banged it on the locker, causing it to swing open. "Your locker sucks, man."
Joey's voice cracked. "I know......." He took his books and tried to slam the locker shut, but it just swung right back open. "Uhhhh......shut that for me, will ya, Tris......"
Tristan watched as his love walked down the hall, head down, not watching where he was going. Joey was bumping into everyone and everything but he didn't seem to care.
Tristan did a nifty little trick to shut the faulty locker door. After he was finished, he banged his head on the locker next to Joey's. Joey's locker's door swung open.
~*~*~*~*~Lunchtime......((Eat up my precious little bishies!!! ^^;;))~*~*~*~*~
Tea limped over to her friend, Tristan, who was eating lunch alone.
"Hi, Tristan! Why so down?" Tea asked concernedly to the boy.
Tristan ignored the question. "W-what happened to your foot?"
Tea turned the switch in her head from polite and quiet, to loud and talkative. "Well, you know when you came over, how when I was knocked out, my shoe wasn't on my foot? Well, it turns out that somehow, I must have scratched with a nail or something. I put some bandages on it and now it hurts when I walk, but otherwise, it's fine. What bothers my is that me sister said that she had heard you screaming before it happened. What's wrong? What happened?"
Tristan choked on his sandwich and started coughing. Tea got up and gave him the Heimlich maneuver. He stopped choking and relaxed. They heard a taunting voice from behind them.
"Oooooooo........they really are going out!! And perhaps they're doing more than just going out.......hee hee hee!!"
Tea limped over, smacked her fellow cheerleader across the head, and yelled at her.
"Shut UP, Christine!! I'm sick and tired of hearing it from you!! Leave me alone!!" Tea did her best to stomp away.
"There. That should teach her a lesson."
Tristan just stared.
~*~*~*~*~Meanwhile, at the other side of the cafeteria~*~*~*~*~
Yugi put the last piece in the Puzzle. "Finally! I've finished!" Yugi felt Yami's presence fill his body and mind.
##Yami? Are you back?##
//Yugi.what happened?\\
Yugi told his Yami about what had happened.
//I can't believe it.....How could he do such a thing? We'll get him back.....someway, somehow......\\
~*~*~*~*~Later that night, at Tristan's house, you know.......when Bakura spends the night.....^^;;~*~*~*~*~
Bakura yawned. "I'm so tired, Tristan......why don't we go to sleep? Its pretty late and we have school tomorrow."
Tristan smirked. "Alright.....but let's eat something before we go to bed......would you like some milk and cookies?"
"Heh heh heh.....sure." Bakura chuckled. "If its not too childish.....heh heh heh."
Tristan faked a laugh and walked down the stairs, skipping over the ones that creaked and moaned. He tiptoed into the kitchen. As the door to the fridge swung open, a breeze, and the Voice whispered in Tristan's ear.
"Turn around. You'll find a small container of liquid. Put the liquid into Number Two's refreshment. Use the empty bottle for his blood from his right hand. Got it? Now go!" The Voice faded away.
"Oh, shit.....not already. Oh well......here goes." With shaking hands, Tristan poured the drug into a full glass of milk that he had prepared for Bakura. He pocketed the small empty bottle and, carefully balancing the milk and cookies, walked up the stairs to his bedroom. Tristan walked into the room, finding Bakura fast asleep.
"Bakura. Hey, Bakura! Wake up, bud!"
The silver-haired boy stirred. "Hu-huh? What time is it?" He rubbed his eyes.
"Never mind that. Why don't you eat something. You look hungry. Here. Take these cookies and milk. They're peanut butter with macadamia nuts. Your favorite." (A/N: LOL Sorry, I had to put that in there. They're my absolute favorites!! Lol.....anyway.....) Tristan set the plate next to Bakura, whose stomach rumbled.
Bakura smiled. "Ah, just on time. I appear to be starved. Heh."
Tristan's eyes gleamed maliciously as his "friend" picked up the glass full of seemingly innocent 2% milk and took a sip. Bakura wiped a milk mustache from his mouth, only to fall to his side, unconscious.
~*~*~*~*~TBC~*~*~*~*~
Oh Dear. Another sad attempt at a cliff hanger. Feh. Oh well...see ya soon!!
