You people are just lucky that I feel so guilty for disappearing for a
week... I have the worst headache I've had in a long time... I seriously
do feel like a living headache... And to make it all the more fun, I'm
starting to feel sick to my stomach... So yeah, I'm not too peppy right
now. Which sucks, cause this is probably my most favorite chapter of this
fic... But I can't let you, my fans, down. So I'll just buck up and
revise this chappy real quick and get the link up.
But that's life, yeah? Well, here goes... I don't own YuGi Oh... Eh, and I don't own Good Charlotte or their song "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous" either.
Oh... I forgot this was the chapter with the music war... I don't own any of the other bands or singers or whatevers mentioned in this chapter. Though I do own some of their CDs or have their songs on my computer... Good stuff some of it...
I do, however, own the CD Player with a mind of it's own! ^_^() You'll get that more when you read the bloopers... and yes... The CD player comes back later in the fic! Though not quite like this... But anyway!
Of course, this also means I have to explain this... I was at my best friend's house (that's right, Yami Tenshi's) when I was working on this chapter... She had Winamp up and we had it on random. So basically, yeah... We were just listening to random things and thinking, "Hey! Ryou might like this!" Or "That so might be Bakura..." I'm not saying that those two would actually listen to this stuff, but you gotta admit it's kinda cute and funny seein' 'em argue like this...
Oh, and special attention to what they end up listening to... In fact, special disclaimer statement. "I don't own The Phantom of the Opera." Phantom of the Opera will become very important later... (((Can you tell I love that? ^_^() What with this and my Music of the Night fic? Please read that one! I love it to death! More than this one! *glances around to make sure no one actually hear her say that*)))
Mindspeech notes.
~(words)~ hikari to yami (words) yami to hikari
~*~*~*~
Chapter 9: Evil Plans to Borrow Money
Bakura sighed slightly. He was lounging on a branch of one of the trees in Ryou's backyard, leaning back against the trunk and allowing one of his legs to hang down while the other stretched out in front of him. It was oddly comfortable sitting there, and he liked to come here to think sometimes. It was also comfortable to be in some of the clothes that Ryou usually wore. Comfy jeans and a sweater.
He was thinking about what had happened two days ago at the museum. He'd never have expected anyone to understand how he felt. The thought that Isis did was confusing. It was a real surprise to find himself identifying with her... The only thing that would be more surprising would be finding himself identifying with Yami.
"Bakura?" Ryou called as he came out of the house.
Bakura glanced over towards the boy, then turned his gaze back to staring off into space, ignoring him completely. He only looked back when he heard a slight grunt of Ryou straining himself. He glanced down to see the hikari climbing up the tree towards him. "Persistent, aren't you?" He asked, looking away again.
Ryou pulled himself up onto a nearby tree limb and regarded his yami. "You've been acting oddly lately. Is something wrong?"
"No... And if there was it would be none of your business anyway." Bakura said simply.
"I see..." Ryou sighed.
They sat in silence for a long time, both of them loosing themselves in thought. The minutes drifted by slowly, and soon turned into hours. They'd been sitting there for almost 3 hours when Bakura suddenly disappeared into the Millennium Ring. Ryou blinked, looking down at it.
~ Bakura... I know there's something on your mind... What is it? ~ When he didn't get a response, he sighed and climbed back down to the ground. He was opening the backdoor before he finally got an answer.
Do you think I'm selfish?
Ryou blinked. Not only was it a very odd question, but his yami's tone seemed hesitant and unsure. ~ Well... Yes. ~ Ryou couldn't help but reply honestly. ~ But that's just part of who you are... Just as Yugi is great at games and Anzu is annoying and has way too many friendship rants. ~
...
~ No doubt you'll never tell me what it is that's bothering you, but you're being very confusing. I hope you know that. ~ Ryou sighed as he moved into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge.
Life is very confusing... If you can't deal with me, how do you plan to deal with it? There was an audible smirk in that statement.
Ryou shook his head as he pulled out a soft drink. At least he was sounding more like his old self. ~ You know, you never told me how things went at the museum the other day. ~
Who told you about that!?
~ Er... Well, Malik commented that you all went there... I figured it had to do with Malik's plan, and thought I'd ask how it was coming along...~ Ryou was startled by Bakura's unease at the mention of the museum.
Yes... Well... It's hard to tell really... Bakura commented slowly. There does seem to be a certain tension growing between Isis and Mariku though...
Ryou nodded slightly. ~ I see... ~ There was a pause. ~ Does it bother you that you're ruining a relationship like this? ~
The boy could almost feel his yami shifting uneasily. No. He responded flatly after a couple moments. Why should I be bothered?
Ryou shrugged. ~ It just seems like the most likely explanation for why you're acting so weird... Does it bother you? ~
I said no. I don't care about Isis' feelings at all.
Ryou didn't respond. He couldn't help but feel that Bakura was hesitant to say that. But, why would it bother him? None of it made sense. Ryou took a drink from his soft drink as he made his way to his room. He sighed. He didn't want to do his homework...
The boy turned on his CD player and started up his Elven CD. Turning away he started towards his desk. Suddenly, he heard Bakura growl and was forced to stop. Turning, he went back to the CD player and switched it to a Blink 182 CD.
"..." Ryou blinked and reached his hand out to change it. He was forced to turn away and walk over to his desk, however.
~ Bakura! ~ Ryou whined as he sat down and stared down at his schoolbooks. ~ How am I supposed to focus on my homework with this going? ~
That's not my problem. Came the simple reply.
Ryou sighed and began flipping through the pages of his math book. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the remote of his CD player and switched it to the next CD... Disney tunes.
Ra! WHAT IS THIS!? Bakura cried out as Ryou started singing along to music from Oliver and Company.
"Why should I worry? Why should I care? Say I may not- OW!" Ryou rubbed his head where Bakura had smacked him and turned to face his yami.
Bakura glared down at him then went to the CD and switched it to Limp Bizkit. Ryou frowned back at his yami and used the remote to switch it to the London Symphony Orchestra. (((Hey... You know it's gotta be in there what with the delicious British accent he has in the dub. ^_^() heh...)))
"Hikari..." Bakura growled as he switches it to Metallica.
"Yaaaamiiiiii..." Ryou whined as he switched it to River dancing music.
Bakura just blinks and raises his eyebrows before switching it to Rammstein. He smirked, staring at Ryou as he started singing along. "You... You hate... You hate me..."
Ryou's eyes just went wide and he quickly grabbed the remote again, switching it to the next CD. Enya.
Bakura groaned and switched to the next CD. The two were silent as The Phantom of the Opera began blaring from the CD player. After a moment, they both gave a nod. Ryou turned back to his homework at the exact same moment Bakura turned away from him. The simultaneousness of their actions made it obvious that the argument over music is one that happens quite frequently.
Bakura threw himself down on Ryou's bed, sprawling out with his face down into the soft, fluffy, white comforter that covered Ryou's bed. After a few moments, Bakura rolled onto his back, putting his hands behind his head. His legs hung over the edge at the knees, so that they were bent comfortably and hanging down almost touching the floor. At least there were some things they could agree on...
Ryou couldn't help but grin as he worked on his math. He could hear his yami behind him, humming along to the music. Bakura wasn't such a cold hearted after all...
I can hear what you're thinking you know... Bakura growled mentally.
~ I'm sorry... It is true though. ~ Ryou turned to face his yami, not allowing himself to be stopped by the fact that he was seemingly being ignored. He smiled warmly. ~ You have a good heart... You just don't show it very often. ~
Silence. Neither of them said anything, nor moved for that matter. As the CD switched to the next song, however, Bakura sat up without so much as looking at Ryou. Standing, he moved toward the door.
Ryou watched him silently. "Where are you going?"
Bakura still didn't look over as he answered. "I'm going for a walk. Anything's better than sitting here listening to you bother me just for humming along to the music!" Bakura emphasized his point by slamming the door after him.
~ Right... Whatever, yami. Enjoy your walk. ~ Ryou called after him mentally.
Bakura just ignored him, setting up a very strong blockade between their thoughts. A plan was forming in his mind as he walked downstairs and towards the bathroom. A laundry basket was sitting in front of the dryer that was tucked away in a corner with the washing machine. The basket was almost overflowing with clean clothes that had yet to be folded and put away. Bakura dug around a moment before pulling out a pair of very tight black jeans and a tight, sleeveless shirt of a very light/pale blue color. His plan was playing through his mind and he smirked in anticipation.
After changing, Bakura went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. He was pretty sure that Ryou had made some Jell-O just the other day.
"Ah... there we go..." He grinned evilly as he reached for a bowl of red Jell-O.
~~~
Seto Kaiba was sitting in his main office at Kaiba Corps. He was working on a very important set of configurations for a newer, even more advanced, duel disk system. He was looking up some data when his office phone rang. Frowning, he picked up the receiver.
"Seto Kaiba..." Was the first thing out of his mouth, followed shortly by, "This had better be important."
"Uh... Yes. Kaiba, sir, you see... um... We have a bit of a problem outside..."
"That doesn't sound very important to me." Kaiba growled in annoyance. "Can't you handle a little problem by yourself?"
"Er... well... Actually, sir... It's, um... a BIG problem..."
There was a pause as Kaiba let this sink in. During the pause, he heard the faint but distinct sound of music being played- VERY loudly- in the background.
"What is that?" Kaiba asked suspiciously.
"That, sir... that's the problem..."
Kaiba was about to ask what he meant when the line was cut off. Something must have happened... He was out of his chair and charging out of his office in no time.
~~~
"Always see it on T.V. Read it in the magazines Celebrities who want sympathy All they do is piss and moan Inside the Rolling Stone Talking about how hard life can be
I'd like to see them spend the week livin' life out on the street I don't think they would survive If they could spend a day or two walking in someone else's shoes I think they'd stumble and they'd fall They would fall (fall)"
Bakura was quite comfortably lounging upon the hood of Seto Kaiba's black limousine, the driver's door of which was hanging wide open. He was leaning back against the windshield, his feet propped up on the fancy hood ornament in the shape of a Blue Eyes White Dragon. ((okay, so I'm making that part up... ~_~ ... I think...)) He had the bowl of red Jell-O in his hands and was bobbing his head enthusiastically even as he sang at the top of his lungs to the music that was playing from the limousine's CD player.
"Lifestyles of the rich and the famous They're always complaining, always complaining If money is such a problem Well they got mansions Think we should rob them (((That so fits his character, eh?)))
Did you know when you were famous You could kill your wife and there's no such thing as 25 to life as long as you've got the cash to pay for Cochran And did you know if you were caught and you were smoking crack McDonald's wouldn't even want to take you back You could always just run for mayor of D.C."
"What in the hell is going on here!?" Came an outraged voice. Bakura opened his eyes and turned his head towards where he heard the voice. He couldn't see the owner of the voice, however, because he was still around the side of the limo.
"Kaiba-sama!" Squeaked the voice of the limo driver, who quickly rushed from where he had been standing and eyeing Bakura nervously. "I don't know why he's here... Or what he wants... But he's causing quite a disturbance!"
Bakura grinned even as he continued to sing along to the song. Quite appropriate, he felt... considering the position of the person whose attention he wanted.
Seto Kaiba stormed around to the front of the limousine, his blue eyes blazing angrily. "WHAT IN THE WORLD..." his voice trailed off slightly as he took in the sight of the yami. "Are you wearing?"
Bakura grinned mischievously. "Why? Do you like it? I think it's rather flattering myself." The yami laughed.
Seto shook his head. "No... that's not it!" Seto swore to himself, even as he attempting to regain his proud composure. Taking a deep breath, he glared at Bakura. "What are you doing here?"
Bakura shrugged, leaning his head back against the glass of the windshield and closing his eyes again. "Oh, not much. Just lounging around... Getting some sun, you know? And listening to some music. You ever heard this song, Kaiba? It's really quite a good one..."
Seto's eyes narrowed even more as he clenched his fists. Still, he somehow managed to stay dignified. "What do you want already? I'm in the middle of something important and you're distracting me from my work."
"Such a shame..." Bakura murmured with feigned sympathy. But he consented, sitting up and allowing himself to slide down the hood of the limousine to land on his feet before Kaiba, still holding the bowl of Jell- O. "But if you insist upon keeping our wondrous meeting short, than so be it." This is where Bakura's eyes narrowed and his joking expression was replaced by a half-sneer half-smirk that showed he was definitely up to no good.
"I'd like to borrow some money."
"Forget it." Kaiba turned away, obviously thinking it was as simple as that.
Obviously... He hasn't had to deal with Bakura very much.
"Oh... I wouldn't say no just yet..." Bakura's eyes were dancing maliciously as he slowly backed away.
Kaiba turned in time to see him smiling devilishly as he began moving down along the opposite side of the limousine. Knowing better than to trust the white haired yami, Kaiba followed him.
"It's not like I couldn't just steal the money from you... I just thought it would be the polite thing to do to ask for it first." Bakura stopped by the door farthest down the side of the limo and turned to face Kaiba. "It's simple enough to just steal any goods that I need or some pocket change here and there from people on the streets... But you see... I'm in the mood for some nice, gourmet cooking. Restaurants aren't like stores... You can't just snatch something as you walk by..."
Kaiba shook his head, his eyes narrowed. "I said forget it. I won't allow a ruffian like you to con me out of my money."
Bakura shrugged. "So typical of a rich boy... Not willing to part with you're worldly possessions." Bakura's look grew smug as he reached out and pulled the door of the limousine open. He sidestepped so that the door was between himself and Kaiba and held up the bowl of Jell-O. "Wouldn't it be such a shame if someone were to make a mess in your precious limousine?"
Kaiba's eyes widened as he suddenly realized what the tomb robber was playing at. "You wouldn't dare..." he growled.
Bakura laughed menacingly. "You obviously don't know me very well!" He held the bowl of Jell-O in one hand, extending it into the limo. "And don't think of attempting to force me away... The bowl just might slip out of my hand. We wouldn't want that, now, would we?"
Kaiba continued to glare, obviously trying to work out the pros and cons of the situation.
Seeing he still needed a bit of convincing, Bakura clicked his tongue, shaking his head. His face shone with amusement. "What a mess Jell-O would make... and red Jell-O at that. So sticky from all that sugar and flavoring that's in it." *I should know...* Bakura added to himself in thought.
Kaiba finally sighed, his face showing defeat. "I'll give it to you on one condition-"
"You're not in the position to be dictating terms to me." Bakura smirked, his eyes narrowing once more.
Kaiba ignored him and continued. "NO ONE learns about this. Get it?"
Bakura shrugged, causing the Jell-O in the bowl to jiggle dangerously. Kaiba's eyes remained on the bowl as he dug his wallet out of his pocket. The only reason he took his gaze away was to look down to pull out a large number of bills to count out as much as he was willing to give up.
Before Kaiba had a chance, Bakura's free hand snapped out and snatched away the entire wad. He shoved the bowl of Jell-O into Kaiba's hands and took off at a mad dash away from the limousine.
Seto Kaiba blinked, his hands closing around the bowl to keep it from falling to the ground and breaking. He was too startled to act at first, but then he turned to glare after Bakura. He stalked over to the driver and handed him the bowl. "Deal with this. And turn off that blasted music!" He grumbled before turning and storming off towards his office building once more.
~*~*~*~
So there you go! Wow, I'm feeling much better... I suppose that Advil I took finally decided to work after almost two hours. ~_~() Or perhaps it was reading through this chapter... It really is my favorite. (((I think... I'll probably change that five times by the end of posting this fic...)))
Heh... Jell-O as a tool of evil... That's just so amusing...
Reviewerness!
I LoveYami Marik: That's an interesting way of looking at the two have a relationship... Isis isn't worthy? *ponders then shrugs* Anyway, don't worry, they end up apart by the end of the fic. But I'm not saying anything beyond that!
Lily of the Shadow: *chuckles* Yeap. Poor albino. *huggles her albino tightly*
Flamedancer33: I know... I know... You didn't review the last chapter of this, but I'd just like to thank you for reviewing Music of the Night. I'm glad you like it, and, yeah... I'm really not sure how I'm going to go about appeasing everyone who wants me to continue it. *
IrishJade: Yes, it's just so sad. Ickle Baku-kun misses his home! *huggles him tightly even as he swears and struggles to get free from 'the idiot fangirl authoress'* ~_~() You're so kind to me Baku-kun...
But that's life, yeah? Well, here goes... I don't own YuGi Oh... Eh, and I don't own Good Charlotte or their song "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous" either.
Oh... I forgot this was the chapter with the music war... I don't own any of the other bands or singers or whatevers mentioned in this chapter. Though I do own some of their CDs or have their songs on my computer... Good stuff some of it...
I do, however, own the CD Player with a mind of it's own! ^_^() You'll get that more when you read the bloopers... and yes... The CD player comes back later in the fic! Though not quite like this... But anyway!
Of course, this also means I have to explain this... I was at my best friend's house (that's right, Yami Tenshi's) when I was working on this chapter... She had Winamp up and we had it on random. So basically, yeah... We were just listening to random things and thinking, "Hey! Ryou might like this!" Or "That so might be Bakura..." I'm not saying that those two would actually listen to this stuff, but you gotta admit it's kinda cute and funny seein' 'em argue like this...
Oh, and special attention to what they end up listening to... In fact, special disclaimer statement. "I don't own The Phantom of the Opera." Phantom of the Opera will become very important later... (((Can you tell I love that? ^_^() What with this and my Music of the Night fic? Please read that one! I love it to death! More than this one! *glances around to make sure no one actually hear her say that*)))
Mindspeech notes.
~(words)~ hikari to yami (words) yami to hikari
~*~*~*~
Chapter 9: Evil Plans to Borrow Money
Bakura sighed slightly. He was lounging on a branch of one of the trees in Ryou's backyard, leaning back against the trunk and allowing one of his legs to hang down while the other stretched out in front of him. It was oddly comfortable sitting there, and he liked to come here to think sometimes. It was also comfortable to be in some of the clothes that Ryou usually wore. Comfy jeans and a sweater.
He was thinking about what had happened two days ago at the museum. He'd never have expected anyone to understand how he felt. The thought that Isis did was confusing. It was a real surprise to find himself identifying with her... The only thing that would be more surprising would be finding himself identifying with Yami.
"Bakura?" Ryou called as he came out of the house.
Bakura glanced over towards the boy, then turned his gaze back to staring off into space, ignoring him completely. He only looked back when he heard a slight grunt of Ryou straining himself. He glanced down to see the hikari climbing up the tree towards him. "Persistent, aren't you?" He asked, looking away again.
Ryou pulled himself up onto a nearby tree limb and regarded his yami. "You've been acting oddly lately. Is something wrong?"
"No... And if there was it would be none of your business anyway." Bakura said simply.
"I see..." Ryou sighed.
They sat in silence for a long time, both of them loosing themselves in thought. The minutes drifted by slowly, and soon turned into hours. They'd been sitting there for almost 3 hours when Bakura suddenly disappeared into the Millennium Ring. Ryou blinked, looking down at it.
~ Bakura... I know there's something on your mind... What is it? ~ When he didn't get a response, he sighed and climbed back down to the ground. He was opening the backdoor before he finally got an answer.
Do you think I'm selfish?
Ryou blinked. Not only was it a very odd question, but his yami's tone seemed hesitant and unsure. ~ Well... Yes. ~ Ryou couldn't help but reply honestly. ~ But that's just part of who you are... Just as Yugi is great at games and Anzu is annoying and has way too many friendship rants. ~
...
~ No doubt you'll never tell me what it is that's bothering you, but you're being very confusing. I hope you know that. ~ Ryou sighed as he moved into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge.
Life is very confusing... If you can't deal with me, how do you plan to deal with it? There was an audible smirk in that statement.
Ryou shook his head as he pulled out a soft drink. At least he was sounding more like his old self. ~ You know, you never told me how things went at the museum the other day. ~
Who told you about that!?
~ Er... Well, Malik commented that you all went there... I figured it had to do with Malik's plan, and thought I'd ask how it was coming along...~ Ryou was startled by Bakura's unease at the mention of the museum.
Yes... Well... It's hard to tell really... Bakura commented slowly. There does seem to be a certain tension growing between Isis and Mariku though...
Ryou nodded slightly. ~ I see... ~ There was a pause. ~ Does it bother you that you're ruining a relationship like this? ~
The boy could almost feel his yami shifting uneasily. No. He responded flatly after a couple moments. Why should I be bothered?
Ryou shrugged. ~ It just seems like the most likely explanation for why you're acting so weird... Does it bother you? ~
I said no. I don't care about Isis' feelings at all.
Ryou didn't respond. He couldn't help but feel that Bakura was hesitant to say that. But, why would it bother him? None of it made sense. Ryou took a drink from his soft drink as he made his way to his room. He sighed. He didn't want to do his homework...
The boy turned on his CD player and started up his Elven CD. Turning away he started towards his desk. Suddenly, he heard Bakura growl and was forced to stop. Turning, he went back to the CD player and switched it to a Blink 182 CD.
"..." Ryou blinked and reached his hand out to change it. He was forced to turn away and walk over to his desk, however.
~ Bakura! ~ Ryou whined as he sat down and stared down at his schoolbooks. ~ How am I supposed to focus on my homework with this going? ~
That's not my problem. Came the simple reply.
Ryou sighed and began flipping through the pages of his math book. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the remote of his CD player and switched it to the next CD... Disney tunes.
Ra! WHAT IS THIS!? Bakura cried out as Ryou started singing along to music from Oliver and Company.
"Why should I worry? Why should I care? Say I may not- OW!" Ryou rubbed his head where Bakura had smacked him and turned to face his yami.
Bakura glared down at him then went to the CD and switched it to Limp Bizkit. Ryou frowned back at his yami and used the remote to switch it to the London Symphony Orchestra. (((Hey... You know it's gotta be in there what with the delicious British accent he has in the dub. ^_^() heh...)))
"Hikari..." Bakura growled as he switches it to Metallica.
"Yaaaamiiiiii..." Ryou whined as he switched it to River dancing music.
Bakura just blinks and raises his eyebrows before switching it to Rammstein. He smirked, staring at Ryou as he started singing along. "You... You hate... You hate me..."
Ryou's eyes just went wide and he quickly grabbed the remote again, switching it to the next CD. Enya.
Bakura groaned and switched to the next CD. The two were silent as The Phantom of the Opera began blaring from the CD player. After a moment, they both gave a nod. Ryou turned back to his homework at the exact same moment Bakura turned away from him. The simultaneousness of their actions made it obvious that the argument over music is one that happens quite frequently.
Bakura threw himself down on Ryou's bed, sprawling out with his face down into the soft, fluffy, white comforter that covered Ryou's bed. After a few moments, Bakura rolled onto his back, putting his hands behind his head. His legs hung over the edge at the knees, so that they were bent comfortably and hanging down almost touching the floor. At least there were some things they could agree on...
Ryou couldn't help but grin as he worked on his math. He could hear his yami behind him, humming along to the music. Bakura wasn't such a cold hearted after all...
I can hear what you're thinking you know... Bakura growled mentally.
~ I'm sorry... It is true though. ~ Ryou turned to face his yami, not allowing himself to be stopped by the fact that he was seemingly being ignored. He smiled warmly. ~ You have a good heart... You just don't show it very often. ~
Silence. Neither of them said anything, nor moved for that matter. As the CD switched to the next song, however, Bakura sat up without so much as looking at Ryou. Standing, he moved toward the door.
Ryou watched him silently. "Where are you going?"
Bakura still didn't look over as he answered. "I'm going for a walk. Anything's better than sitting here listening to you bother me just for humming along to the music!" Bakura emphasized his point by slamming the door after him.
~ Right... Whatever, yami. Enjoy your walk. ~ Ryou called after him mentally.
Bakura just ignored him, setting up a very strong blockade between their thoughts. A plan was forming in his mind as he walked downstairs and towards the bathroom. A laundry basket was sitting in front of the dryer that was tucked away in a corner with the washing machine. The basket was almost overflowing with clean clothes that had yet to be folded and put away. Bakura dug around a moment before pulling out a pair of very tight black jeans and a tight, sleeveless shirt of a very light/pale blue color. His plan was playing through his mind and he smirked in anticipation.
After changing, Bakura went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. He was pretty sure that Ryou had made some Jell-O just the other day.
"Ah... there we go..." He grinned evilly as he reached for a bowl of red Jell-O.
~~~
Seto Kaiba was sitting in his main office at Kaiba Corps. He was working on a very important set of configurations for a newer, even more advanced, duel disk system. He was looking up some data when his office phone rang. Frowning, he picked up the receiver.
"Seto Kaiba..." Was the first thing out of his mouth, followed shortly by, "This had better be important."
"Uh... Yes. Kaiba, sir, you see... um... We have a bit of a problem outside..."
"That doesn't sound very important to me." Kaiba growled in annoyance. "Can't you handle a little problem by yourself?"
"Er... well... Actually, sir... It's, um... a BIG problem..."
There was a pause as Kaiba let this sink in. During the pause, he heard the faint but distinct sound of music being played- VERY loudly- in the background.
"What is that?" Kaiba asked suspiciously.
"That, sir... that's the problem..."
Kaiba was about to ask what he meant when the line was cut off. Something must have happened... He was out of his chair and charging out of his office in no time.
~~~
"Always see it on T.V. Read it in the magazines Celebrities who want sympathy All they do is piss and moan Inside the Rolling Stone Talking about how hard life can be
I'd like to see them spend the week livin' life out on the street I don't think they would survive If they could spend a day or two walking in someone else's shoes I think they'd stumble and they'd fall They would fall (fall)"
Bakura was quite comfortably lounging upon the hood of Seto Kaiba's black limousine, the driver's door of which was hanging wide open. He was leaning back against the windshield, his feet propped up on the fancy hood ornament in the shape of a Blue Eyes White Dragon. ((okay, so I'm making that part up... ~_~ ... I think...)) He had the bowl of red Jell-O in his hands and was bobbing his head enthusiastically even as he sang at the top of his lungs to the music that was playing from the limousine's CD player.
"Lifestyles of the rich and the famous They're always complaining, always complaining If money is such a problem Well they got mansions Think we should rob them (((That so fits his character, eh?)))
Did you know when you were famous You could kill your wife and there's no such thing as 25 to life as long as you've got the cash to pay for Cochran And did you know if you were caught and you were smoking crack McDonald's wouldn't even want to take you back You could always just run for mayor of D.C."
"What in the hell is going on here!?" Came an outraged voice. Bakura opened his eyes and turned his head towards where he heard the voice. He couldn't see the owner of the voice, however, because he was still around the side of the limo.
"Kaiba-sama!" Squeaked the voice of the limo driver, who quickly rushed from where he had been standing and eyeing Bakura nervously. "I don't know why he's here... Or what he wants... But he's causing quite a disturbance!"
Bakura grinned even as he continued to sing along to the song. Quite appropriate, he felt... considering the position of the person whose attention he wanted.
Seto Kaiba stormed around to the front of the limousine, his blue eyes blazing angrily. "WHAT IN THE WORLD..." his voice trailed off slightly as he took in the sight of the yami. "Are you wearing?"
Bakura grinned mischievously. "Why? Do you like it? I think it's rather flattering myself." The yami laughed.
Seto shook his head. "No... that's not it!" Seto swore to himself, even as he attempting to regain his proud composure. Taking a deep breath, he glared at Bakura. "What are you doing here?"
Bakura shrugged, leaning his head back against the glass of the windshield and closing his eyes again. "Oh, not much. Just lounging around... Getting some sun, you know? And listening to some music. You ever heard this song, Kaiba? It's really quite a good one..."
Seto's eyes narrowed even more as he clenched his fists. Still, he somehow managed to stay dignified. "What do you want already? I'm in the middle of something important and you're distracting me from my work."
"Such a shame..." Bakura murmured with feigned sympathy. But he consented, sitting up and allowing himself to slide down the hood of the limousine to land on his feet before Kaiba, still holding the bowl of Jell- O. "But if you insist upon keeping our wondrous meeting short, than so be it." This is where Bakura's eyes narrowed and his joking expression was replaced by a half-sneer half-smirk that showed he was definitely up to no good.
"I'd like to borrow some money."
"Forget it." Kaiba turned away, obviously thinking it was as simple as that.
Obviously... He hasn't had to deal with Bakura very much.
"Oh... I wouldn't say no just yet..." Bakura's eyes were dancing maliciously as he slowly backed away.
Kaiba turned in time to see him smiling devilishly as he began moving down along the opposite side of the limousine. Knowing better than to trust the white haired yami, Kaiba followed him.
"It's not like I couldn't just steal the money from you... I just thought it would be the polite thing to do to ask for it first." Bakura stopped by the door farthest down the side of the limo and turned to face Kaiba. "It's simple enough to just steal any goods that I need or some pocket change here and there from people on the streets... But you see... I'm in the mood for some nice, gourmet cooking. Restaurants aren't like stores... You can't just snatch something as you walk by..."
Kaiba shook his head, his eyes narrowed. "I said forget it. I won't allow a ruffian like you to con me out of my money."
Bakura shrugged. "So typical of a rich boy... Not willing to part with you're worldly possessions." Bakura's look grew smug as he reached out and pulled the door of the limousine open. He sidestepped so that the door was between himself and Kaiba and held up the bowl of Jell-O. "Wouldn't it be such a shame if someone were to make a mess in your precious limousine?"
Kaiba's eyes widened as he suddenly realized what the tomb robber was playing at. "You wouldn't dare..." he growled.
Bakura laughed menacingly. "You obviously don't know me very well!" He held the bowl of Jell-O in one hand, extending it into the limo. "And don't think of attempting to force me away... The bowl just might slip out of my hand. We wouldn't want that, now, would we?"
Kaiba continued to glare, obviously trying to work out the pros and cons of the situation.
Seeing he still needed a bit of convincing, Bakura clicked his tongue, shaking his head. His face shone with amusement. "What a mess Jell-O would make... and red Jell-O at that. So sticky from all that sugar and flavoring that's in it." *I should know...* Bakura added to himself in thought.
Kaiba finally sighed, his face showing defeat. "I'll give it to you on one condition-"
"You're not in the position to be dictating terms to me." Bakura smirked, his eyes narrowing once more.
Kaiba ignored him and continued. "NO ONE learns about this. Get it?"
Bakura shrugged, causing the Jell-O in the bowl to jiggle dangerously. Kaiba's eyes remained on the bowl as he dug his wallet out of his pocket. The only reason he took his gaze away was to look down to pull out a large number of bills to count out as much as he was willing to give up.
Before Kaiba had a chance, Bakura's free hand snapped out and snatched away the entire wad. He shoved the bowl of Jell-O into Kaiba's hands and took off at a mad dash away from the limousine.
Seto Kaiba blinked, his hands closing around the bowl to keep it from falling to the ground and breaking. He was too startled to act at first, but then he turned to glare after Bakura. He stalked over to the driver and handed him the bowl. "Deal with this. And turn off that blasted music!" He grumbled before turning and storming off towards his office building once more.
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So there you go! Wow, I'm feeling much better... I suppose that Advil I took finally decided to work after almost two hours. ~_~() Or perhaps it was reading through this chapter... It really is my favorite. (((I think... I'll probably change that five times by the end of posting this fic...)))
Heh... Jell-O as a tool of evil... That's just so amusing...
Reviewerness!
I LoveYami Marik: That's an interesting way of looking at the two have a relationship... Isis isn't worthy? *ponders then shrugs* Anyway, don't worry, they end up apart by the end of the fic. But I'm not saying anything beyond that!
Lily of the Shadow: *chuckles* Yeap. Poor albino. *huggles her albino tightly*
Flamedancer33: I know... I know... You didn't review the last chapter of this, but I'd just like to thank you for reviewing Music of the Night. I'm glad you like it, and, yeah... I'm really not sure how I'm going to go about appeasing everyone who wants me to continue it. *
IrishJade: Yes, it's just so sad. Ickle Baku-kun misses his home! *huggles him tightly even as he swears and struggles to get free from 'the idiot fangirl authoress'* ~_~() You're so kind to me Baku-kun...