April 26, 2003
Me: I have nothing to say; except that, I apolagize if this is possibly going to be short, and I'm goign to try NOT to have Shizuka go through anything that is horrible or crappy. Alright, on wit da fic.
A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed! I appriciate it!
Chapter 3. Discoveries
Navy blue silk covers. Plush, dark blue pillows. Where am I? Shizuka sat up, looking around the room covered in differant shades of blue. The only light source was the sun peeking through the window.
"Did you sleep well?" Shizuka heard a voice, gasping she whirled around to see who it was.
"Wh-who are?" she asked; shaken. Smirking, he walked in.
"If you must know, my name is Bakura. And, yes, I was the one at the lake and in that alley. Anything else you want to know?" he smirked as she shook her head, trembling.
"Is it okay if I call my brother?" she asked in a whisper. He looked at her, his cold, emotionless, eyes penetraiting through her warm ones.
"I'll take care of that," he replied, walking out in long strides; dialing down Joey's number.
Joey: Yeah? Who is dis?
Bakura: Hello Joey.
Joey:Bakura?! Why the hell are you calling? Did ya do somethin' to Shizuka?!
Bakura: Calm down Joey. I wouldn't dream of harming her. She's here.
Joey: I'm coming down dere. And had better have done nothin' ta her.
Bakura: Accuse me if you like. But I'll bring her over.
He turned off the phone; before Joey could object. Walking back with in his room he told Shizuka, "Get ready. I'm taking you back." Wide-eyed, Shizuka got up and yanked on her shoes. Darn it Joey! I bet you didn't go against it! Wobbling outside, she wondered how they were going to get her back. Then, outside, she saw the answer. "A Sazuki with a 25+ engiene?" she asked dumbly. All he did was sit on it and gestured for her to sit down too. The engien is quieter than the one I drive.
Accidently, Shizuka, turned on the radio and played a song she recignized; "Roll On" by "The Living End". Feeling that he was gunning the engien, she gripped his waist tighter. If I die, I'll die having fun. With a doubting thought, she laughed with amusement. Giving Shizuka a grin, he gunned the engien even more, testing it's limits.
Riding a little farther, they both heard sirens waling; and the flashing of them in the colors, red, and blue. "Will you please pull over?" a voice boomed. Groaning, Bakura pulled over; not too thrilled with this. "Do you know how fast you were driving?" he asked. Bakura smirked, "Yes. 70 MPH. Anything else you want to know?" The officer looked Bakura up and down before replying, "No. But I still need to give you a ticket for speeding." Bakura snatched it out of the officer's hand and started to, as she thought, cursing and insulting him as he drived back onto the road; going 56 MPH now. "They always get in the way," he finally spoke, breaking the silence.
"What do you mean?" she asked; purely confused.
"Those officers. Always giving an excuse to give everyone a ticket," an evil grin spread across his face, "Guess I'll have to give them the treatment."
He laughed as Shizuka pondered over what he meant. Beguining to feel a little tried, she placed her head on his back; closing her eyes. She wasn't asleep; she was more in a daze, a daze in where she could still tell what was happening around her.
Me: Yes; I know. Cliffies are pure evil. But these just keep on happening without me doing it intentionally.
Bakura: Now evryone knows the pairing.
Me: Yep. Bakura and Shizuka. I dared myself to do it.
Yami: That's stupid.
Me: I needed a challenge! A challenge I COULD do. And this was it. I kinda like it. I read the other 2 chapters over, and I forgot I wrote it. Guess it changed big time. And After ths, I'll post up the origanal version on fp.net. On fp.ent, my pen name is, Alita Grey. Or it maybe is Aleta Grey. I can't remember.
Bakura: You've gotten stupider.
Me: I like to act like that sometimes.
Yami: What a gyp. You've been posting up such short chapters.
Me: Sorry about that. Homework's been weighing me down. I think homework is a torture device created by teachers or parents; or someone. Now drop off a review. And if you want to flame this fic, either make it constructive, or go easy. This is my first romance fic that isn't crappy.
Yami: Memories was a failure.
Me: Yep. I admit it; it was a failure. Who am I kidding? It IS a failure. I just can't ever get pairings with Yami correct. It turns out all crappy. And a lot of the charactors in this fic are gits. So don't kill me. 'ducks at fireballs throughn by fan girls' Please review! Ciao! 'runs away from a ramage of angry fan girls'
