Elf: ^_^ Hey! Me be sowwy dat me takeses such a
looooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time, but de grades and all . . .
Imp: *rolls eyes* I tell her to do her homework, but does she listen???? NOOOOOOOO . . .
Imp: 0.o Anywho, dis be second part of Balm!!!! YAY!!!! *does a little dance*
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I was perched on the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee cupped in my hands. The warmth was slowly seeping into me, and I was almost at peace. I glanced at the clock, which read 11:53 PM, and frowned with worry.
Bakura was still not home.
I shifted on my seat; no matter how warm that cup of coffee was, my rear end was nearly frozen solid! Finally I could take it no more.
"Cold counter! Cold Counter!" I yelped, leaping up and trying to rub warmth back in. "Cold, so very cold . . ." I pouted, setting the empty cup aside.
I headed back to the living room and flopped onto the couch, blowing vainly at the hair covering my eyes. It fell right back.
I jumped when the door banged open. Bakura stormed in with a flurry of snowflakes and sleet, and a dark aura surrounding him.
"Where have you been?" I asked with fear, forgetting to close my mouth when he was here. I slapped my palms over my mouth, terror raging through me. Bakura looks at me, crimson eyes glowing, a dark, morbid glare aimed in my direction.
He strode forward on heavy feet, the darkness about him growing to an almost tangible creature. He grabbed my shirt collar, shaking me.
"Who, in the hell do you think you are to interrogate me?!" He snarled. "I hate you. I LOTHE you! You are such a weakling!!"
That thing in my chest twists, and I can almost swear it cried out. I know my soul did.
"You are a groveling dog, a worm! I can't believe I have to put up with you! I can't believe I haven't KILLED you!"
My eyes widened, and that thing in my chest conspired with my soul, and together they rebelled. Before I knew it, my hand flashed out, and Bakura jerked back, startled by the pain on right side of his face.
"What the fuck is WRONG with you!?" I screamed. My brain was staggering around going 'which way did he go, George, which way did he go?' as my soul and its friend took over my body.
"My GODS!! I've taken care of you, I've helped you; while you were gathering strength, who in the HELL carried your insane spirit in their body???? Certainly not MALIK!!! yet you beat me and take off to his house ALL the time!!! I fucking FREED you from that DAMNABLE Millennium Ring!! I HARDLY think that I'M the weak one!!! Killed me by now??? The fuck! I don't think you could kill me if you TRIED!!!"
I panted, glaring at the startled yami. His crimson eyes were wide with shock, and a little with recognition. What he had recognized, I couldn't tell, but it obviously shook him to his core.
Abruptly, he spun, stomping up the stairs to our bedroom. "Don't you EVER speak to me like that again." his burning snarl reached back to me, and then the door slamed. I stared after him for a moment, and my brain took over.
"What the fuck was I thinking?" I demanded quietly. "What the fuck was THAT??"
I sighed, and flung myself onto the couch.
Bakura had recognized something about himself.
And so had I.
I wasn't all snow.
I had _fire_.
Elf: Dankes all of you who reveiwed! I shall dankes yall when I have more time!!
Imp: BYE!
Imp: *rolls eyes* I tell her to do her homework, but does she listen???? NOOOOOOOO . . .
Imp: 0.o Anywho, dis be second part of Balm!!!! YAY!!!! *does a little dance*
%%%%%%%&&&&B.A.L.M PART TWO!!!!!!!&&&&&&&&%%%%%%%%%%%
I was perched on the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee cupped in my hands. The warmth was slowly seeping into me, and I was almost at peace. I glanced at the clock, which read 11:53 PM, and frowned with worry.
Bakura was still not home.
I shifted on my seat; no matter how warm that cup of coffee was, my rear end was nearly frozen solid! Finally I could take it no more.
"Cold counter! Cold Counter!" I yelped, leaping up and trying to rub warmth back in. "Cold, so very cold . . ." I pouted, setting the empty cup aside.
I headed back to the living room and flopped onto the couch, blowing vainly at the hair covering my eyes. It fell right back.
I jumped when the door banged open. Bakura stormed in with a flurry of snowflakes and sleet, and a dark aura surrounding him.
"Where have you been?" I asked with fear, forgetting to close my mouth when he was here. I slapped my palms over my mouth, terror raging through me. Bakura looks at me, crimson eyes glowing, a dark, morbid glare aimed in my direction.
He strode forward on heavy feet, the darkness about him growing to an almost tangible creature. He grabbed my shirt collar, shaking me.
"Who, in the hell do you think you are to interrogate me?!" He snarled. "I hate you. I LOTHE you! You are such a weakling!!"
That thing in my chest twists, and I can almost swear it cried out. I know my soul did.
"You are a groveling dog, a worm! I can't believe I have to put up with you! I can't believe I haven't KILLED you!"
My eyes widened, and that thing in my chest conspired with my soul, and together they rebelled. Before I knew it, my hand flashed out, and Bakura jerked back, startled by the pain on right side of his face.
"What the fuck is WRONG with you!?" I screamed. My brain was staggering around going 'which way did he go, George, which way did he go?' as my soul and its friend took over my body.
"My GODS!! I've taken care of you, I've helped you; while you were gathering strength, who in the HELL carried your insane spirit in their body???? Certainly not MALIK!!! yet you beat me and take off to his house ALL the time!!! I fucking FREED you from that DAMNABLE Millennium Ring!! I HARDLY think that I'M the weak one!!! Killed me by now??? The fuck! I don't think you could kill me if you TRIED!!!"
I panted, glaring at the startled yami. His crimson eyes were wide with shock, and a little with recognition. What he had recognized, I couldn't tell, but it obviously shook him to his core.
Abruptly, he spun, stomping up the stairs to our bedroom. "Don't you EVER speak to me like that again." his burning snarl reached back to me, and then the door slamed. I stared after him for a moment, and my brain took over.
"What the fuck was I thinking?" I demanded quietly. "What the fuck was THAT??"
I sighed, and flung myself onto the couch.
Bakura had recognized something about himself.
And so had I.
I wasn't all snow.
I had _fire_.
Elf: Dankes all of you who reveiwed! I shall dankes yall when I have more time!!
Imp: BYE!