Mijikai: Whoa! Seems like you people are enjoying this! And one reviewer
reviewed me for each chapter! And for many quetions that might plague your
mind (like why Yami and Yugi just become friendly brothers since they both
want each others company) the answer is simple. THERE WOULD BE NO STORY!
Yugi: Calm down.
Mijikai: Sorry. I didn't mean to sound insultive. ~_^
Yami:......
Mijikai: Not! A word.
Seto: Ow...ow...ow...ow...
Yugi: What happened?
Seto: You really want to know?
Yami: Just tell us DAMNIT!
Everyone: O_O Yami?
Yami: Sorry, got a little impatient there.
Seto: (clears throat) Remember when I took Noah bowling to get to know him better?
Everyone: Yeeeeeesssssssss. Aaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnddddddddddd.
Seto: That. Little. Brat. DROPED THE FRICKEN BALL ON MY FEET EVERYTIME HE COULD GET HIS HANDS ON THE DAMN BALL!
Mijikai: Take a breath.
Seto: (breathing harshly)
Yugi: You okay?
Yami: (grabs Yugi) Let's leave Seto for his own problems.
Yugi: (grabs Mijikai)
Seto: (finally getting breathing under control and becomes his "usual" self.) ....Where did everyone go?
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Chapter Eight
After a while of insults, Yami seemed to remember that I had school and asked about it.
"Oh, I'm expelled for the week. No worries."
"You are a damn brat."
"Oh, I'm sorry Mr. straight A."
He smirked, which really made my blood boil.
"If you were like me, you would be a good student..."
"And why would I want to be a moran?"
He glared before wincing and settling back. It was pretty suspicious to me. Yami seemed to be in more pain then someone who rolled down a hill and crashed into a weak brick wall...gate...or...oh screw it! Once he seemed to ease it, I narrowed my eyes at him.
"You're lieing aren't you."
"What do you mean?" he asked in soooooo fake innocents.
"You didn't just fall down a hill and hit a gate did you?"
"It was a cement hill," he protested.
"YAMI MUTOU, DAMNIT! TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED! I'M NOT STUPID!" I shouted, pushing my face into his.
He blinked before growling and shoving me back a little.
"Alright! I did get hit! Just not head on."
I slowly removed myself from the bed and back onto my seat. I wondered why I felt angry that he lied, but it shouldn't matter, would it? I mean, he's still going to be okay. Right? Of course. .........I'm sure Mr.Optimistic today. The silence was interupted by the door opening and we looked up. I smiled at who I saw, when realization hit me and I gasped.
"Oh god! Darky I'm sorry! I forgot you were going to pick me up in three hours!"
"It's alright. The nurse had explained it," he answered with a wink, then smiled at Yami. "Looks like someone wanted there little brother to stay with them for the night."
Yami only pouted as he crossed his arms. Behind Darky was...oh god! Seto! (Yami! This is my POV not yours! Get away from the keyboard! My keyboard!) As I was typing, behind Darky was Seto. Then behind him was Malik! Yeah! Seto grinned at Yami and winked at me, which I swear made Yami growl. Malik skipped to me...skipped? That's a bit to feminem for him...ummmm oh! Pranced! That's it! Okay, Malik pranced to me and plopped his bottom right into my lap. Then leaned on me.
"Malik! Get off! I'm not your seat!" I shouted.
"Oh...did I hear something? I wonder if it was the chair? But inamimite objects can't talk."
"Alright buster!" and I pushed him off my lap.
He landed with a thump and everyone laughed.
"Owwwwwww. This is one sour butt I've got."
Everyone chuckled and Malik moved to a chair next to me as Seto took his seat on the other side of me. Darky only stood behind me and rested his arms on my head.
"What am I? You're arm holder?" I asked poutedly.
"Yep."
"First a chair, now an arm holder. What next?"
"My lover!"
I glared at Malik, who only shrank back into his seat and waved his hands in front of him in defense.
"I was only joking! I didn't mean it! Don't hurt me!"
"Can we cook you then?" asked Darky.
"Cannibal!" Malik shouted as he pointed an accusing finger at him.
Darky snapped his teeth as Malik took his finger away.
"I KNEW HE WAS A CANNIBAL!"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP!" Yami shouted.
Everyone went quiet.
"Thank you. You were all giving me a migrain."
"Are you suuuuuurrrrrrreeeee it isn't a hand over?" asked Seto.
Yami seemed startled and his gaze flicked onto him.
"How did you know I was....you know..." he stuttered as he glanced at me.
I think he wanted to see my reaction.
"Bakura told me. And he told me how you were so drunk you slipped on soda and fell on your face."
I felt a laugh about to erupted, but tried keeping it in. I think my face was getting red, because Malik blinked at me and asked if I was alright. I think Seto releaized what I was trying to do and made it worse.
"And he mentioned how you acted like an idiot. When Delvine stuck his middle finger at you guys. Bakura had said that it was for you and this was your answer. Yes it......waaaaaaiiiiiiitttt. Huh?"
I couldn't take it. Yami acting stupid. I bust out laughing, and held my aching sides as I fell off the chair. I hadn't laughed like this since I dared Yami to wear a dress. Once I regained composure, I sat back onto my seat, as a few giggles escaped, and took a deep breath to finally become calm. But it burst out again as I saw Yami's face was red as a tomatoe.
"Shut up! It's not funny Yugi!" Yami shouted, but it only made me laugh even harder.
"Okay, time to calm down before you laugh something up," Malik said as he held me down so I wouldn't fall off my seat.
"Won't laugh something up?" asked Darky.
"Yeah. Once I was drinking soda and...."
Darky clamped a hand over his mouth with a disgusted look on his face.
"We don't want to hear it Malik."
"I do!" I shouted, but then I felt a hand clamp over my own.
Since I wasn't very aware of who it was, I just did what I always do to Yami when he does it. I licked his hand. Gross yes, but how else was I suppose to get it off. I would have bit him but his clamps are so tight I have to breath frantically through my nose. It was quickly removed with a shout saying. "Gross!"
"You're worse then Katsuya!"
I looked up and smiled sheepishly at Seto. Darky quickly removed his hand.
"No way are you doing that to my hand."
"Me? How could you accuse me of such a thing?" Malik asked.
"Because one time you stuck a soda bomb under his chair," Yami muttered.
"He did? Oh, yeah, He did."
"And thank you for reminding him!" Malik shouted at Yami, who smirked.
"I try."
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After a passing nurse yelled at all of them to shut up, they all sat there quietly. Malik twidling his tumbs and grumbling how stupid this was, Yugi trying to get the Dark Magician to stop putting his arms on top of his head, and Seto, who only stared at the ground. Don't get me wrong. I was glad he came, but felt uncomfortable that Yugi was in the same room as him AND I WAS HOOKED TO MACHINES! Seto then turned to Yugi.
"So...how was school?"
"I didn't go."
"Why?"
"I'm expelled."
"You were kicked out?"
"I wish. Only the week and the week after that."
"So where are you going to stay if Yami's in the hospital?"
"I'm going back home, of course. I don't need Yami all the time."
"Uh huh...I heard there was a school dance coming up."
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Two weeks from now."
"You going with anyone?"
"Yeah right."
"What? I just though that some girl would ask you. I mean you are pretty cute and all..."
"Girls don't like cute. They like popularity."
"That's not true."
"At my school it is."
"Oh. So is your teacher nice to you?"
"Like hell she is. She's probably going to kill me when I get back. Literally."
"Call the police then."
"Can't."
"Why?"
"I JUST CAN'T!"
"Yugi..."
"Seto, if Yugi doesn't want to he doesn't have to," Malik interupted.
"But if she's going to kill you literally, then he should call," Seto protested.
"Ever heard of slang?"
"No."
"Then SHUT UP!"
"Alright. Malik, Seto. Stop. You're giving me a head ache," said Darky.
If I was a cartoon, I would have a big sweat drop on the back of my head. Yugi suddenly got up and stretched.
"I'm going home, kay?" he said.
I was about to protest when Malik jumped up to his side.
"I'll go with you. I'd be bored out of my mind with these lahooligans," he muttered while sticking his thumb at us.
"WE ARE THE LAHOOLIGANS!" we all shouted, but they already disappeared around the door frame.
I sighed and lay deeper into the bed, staring at the ceiling. I hoped that if they were there that Malik would be able to help Yugi. Seto must have noticed my depression because he smirked, widely.
"What?" I asked.
"You miss him already?" he asked.
"No. I'm just worried, that's all."
"Don't worry, the press won't beable to come in," Mohotsukai reasured as he took Malik's seat.
"It's not the press I'm worried about Mohotsukai."
"The director won't find a replacement."
"Not that either Seto."
"Then what!" they both shouted.
"Promise not to tell anybody?"
"Of course," Seto agreed.
"...There are these people looking for Yugi. They killed dad because he refused to tell them and tried the same with me. I was drunk...as you know...and don't remember what I said to him. I'm afraid of being alone..."
"But you have us," Seto protested.
"Yes, that's true, but I wouldn't beable to take it when I'm alone. Everytime I come in, I'd probably be expecting to see the little runt when I'd remember he was gone. The apartment would be to quiet and...to many memories would run through my head. Friends can't replace family."
Mohotsukai nodded in understanding.
"So that's why you wanted Yugi to stay. You didn't want him to go just in case they were waiting."
"Yes."
Silence filled the room, when Seto stood up.
"We should take this with the police! This is serious!"
"They already know."
"Well what a job there doing," he grumbled as he sat back down.
Mohotsukai smiled and I tried to ignore it but I soon had to ask.
"Why are you smiling?" I asked.
"Nothing. I just think it's sweet how you care for him that much."
I started.
"Are you saying you think I care about that little dwarf!" I shouted. "I loathe that demon! He took my parents away! And makes my life a living hell! You better be joking!"
But he only chuckled and leaned back.
"What ever you say Yami. What ever you say. I don't think you have noticed, but I think Yugi's starting to care about you too. He jumped in front of my motorcycle for heavens sake!"
I jumped up, making me wince and stared at him.
"That Baka did what! What an idiot! He could have gotten hit!"
"See, Yami. You just jumped up. You do care."
"I do not!"
"Fine. But I think a part of you does."
I only mimiked him.
"So, did you cover for me Seto?" I asked.
"Cover what?"
I froze.
"For when I left."
Seto looked at the ceiling and started thinkig.
"When I told you to cover for me."
"Oh....I forgot."
"You...WHAT!" I shouted.
"Now Yami calm down," Seto said as he backed away.
I tried clawing out of bed, but Mohotsukai got hold of my waist and tried keeping me from getting out of bed.
"Let go! I'm going to tear that bastard into pieces! Starting with the throat!"
"Ah! Help!" ***************************************************************
As we left the hospital, I though I heard shouting in one of the rooms, but shrugged if off and we tried threaded through reporters.
"Mr. Mutou! Is it true your brother is in the hospital!"
"Mr.Mutou! Are these people really after you?"
"What are your thoughts!"
"How do you feel with this situation!"
Soon we were surrounded with microphones shoved in our faces.
"Malik Ishtar! As his friend, what are your thoughts!"
"Have they attacked you too!"
"What are your thoughts and feelings!"
"WILL YOU PEOPLE SHUT THE HELL UP!" came a shout on the outside of the crowd.
The reporters turned to see who dared, when they suddenly went for him.
"Bakura, were you with Yami Mutou on that night!"
"What exactly happened!"
"None of your damn buisness!" he shouted and pushed through to get to us. "Having trouble?"
"Duh," he both answered bluntly.
"I parked my car this way. Want a lift?"
"Sure," Malik said and grabbed my wrist as he hurried after Bakura.
As we neared the car, Malik shoved me as he ran to it.
"I call shot gun!"
"You sleeze!" I shouted after him, before getting into the back.
To my surprise, Ryou was there along with Anzu. Anzu smiled sweetly as I sat down.
"Hello Yugi," Ryou greeted cheerfully."
"Hey."
"Having trouble with those reporters?"
"Oh yeah."
"Why were you in the hospital?" Anzu asked, before gasping. "You aren't hurt are you?"
"Nope!" answered Bakura in the drivers seat. "Yami's in there."
Ryou and Anzu gasped.
"But how? Why?" asked Ryou.
"Got hit or something."
"Is he going to be alright?" asked Anzu, close to tears.
"Oh, he's fine alright," I answered.
"For some one injured, he sure has big lungs," commented Malik.
"Sure does lover boy," I answered.
"Awwwwww, so you do want to my sweet heart."
The car suddenly jerked to the side, slamming us to the right, (which means that everyone slammed into me and I hit the window) before swirveling to straighten.
"ARE YOU TRYING TO GET US KILLED!" Malik shouted.
Bakura seemed to be shaking and Ryou and Anzu seemed in dead silence, staring at us.
"What?" we asked together.
"Oh...nothing...it's just..." Ryou stammered.
"YOU'RE GAY!?" Bakura blurted out.
I swear our jaws dropped, as Ryou whacked Bakura.
"Don't say it like that! It's rude."
Malik stared from the trio, then was red in the face.
"IT WAS A JOKE! GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!"
"Sorry, it just surprised us," stammered Anzu.
"YOU PEOPLE ARE SO SICK! I SHOULD..."
"Malik calm down. They weren't there remember?"
"Oh...no wonder I was puzzled by the acqward silence."
"Do tell," muttered Bakura.
"Well at the hospita, I used Yugi as a chair, before he shoved me off, and then Dar..."
"That's my nick name for him! Get your own!"
"Sheesh. Touchy touchy. Fine. Mohotsukai used him as an arm holder. Yugi mummbled, "First a chair, then an arm holder. What next?" I wanted to be funny so I said, "My lover!" Boy he got pissed. I thought his glare was going to scewer me."
"Well that explains alot," Bakura muttered.
We were silent on the way to the apratment, and once we were dropped off we waved after them.
"You think they believed what I said?" asked Malik as we went inside.
"They better, or I'm going to kill."
"Whoa Betsy!"
"Exactly."
I opened the apartment and Malik immeditaly sprawled onto the coach, and clicked the T.V on. I, how ever, went to my cumputer and went straight to the e-mail. As I went through it, I came to a particalar one that got my stomach all a flutter. I opened it and what I read made me shout for joy. I think I startled Malik because I heard a "Whaaaaa!" then a thump, before seeing him appear at the door way.
"What's up?" he asked as he stood behind my chair.
"Just read for yourself."
"Hmmmmmm, Dear Yugi Mutou. You have been excepted as one of the contestence in the World National Author contest. Please send your book in five months. Cool. So what are you going to write?"
"That's the flaw. I don't."
We were silent as we thought before Malik whisperd something in my ear.
"Would it be intreasting enough?"
"Hell, it's amusing at least!"
"Okay then. I'll give it a shot!"
"Cool, now I'm going to channel surf. Catch ya later," and went back to the coach.
I leaned back on my chair and thought about what Malik suggested and booted up the Microsoft Works and started typing. I couldn't think of a tital so I screwed it and started with writing. Late that night, Malik snoozed on the coach and I was sitting at the table, thinking. I was suffering severly of writer's block and that's not good. Suddenly the phone rang and at the same time Malik shouted, "Pepperoni Pizza!" I sniggered at that before picking the phone up.
"Hello Mutou's residence."
"Yugi?"
"...what the hell are you doing calling this late at night?"
"So your alive?"
"Do you think I would be talking if I was dead?"
I thought I heard a sigh of relief.
"Yugi, make sure you don't make a pig out of the house, and no parties either."
"Anything else?" I asked bluntly.
"Oh yes. One more thing. STAY THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!" he shouted before the phone was slammed on the receiver.
"Sure Bro. Sure," I muttered as I but a hand to my ringing ear and put the phone down.
I stared outside, and then at the clock and realized how late it was. I yawned and rested my head in my arms before falling asleep. ***************************************************************
After I slammed the phone on the reciever I lay there. It was quite with everyone gone and lonely. Very. I tried getting comfortable as I closed my eyes and slumered softly, hoping that Yugi would be here the next day. Alive, but hell annoying. ***************************************************************
Mijikai: I think I'm getting used to typing alot.
Yugi: Yup.
Malik: How dare Bakura say were gay! I'm going to throttle him and stick him in salt!
Mijikai/Yugi: 0_0 Malik?
Malik: Sorry. Got carried away there.
Yugi: I wander if Seto's okay.
Yami: Why?
Yugi: Mokuba forced him to take Noah archering.
Yami: .........ohhhhhhhhh boy.
Yugi: Then target practice.
Yami: (trying not to laugh) Poor him.
Yugi: Then skate boarding.
Yami: Excuse me. (runs into a closet and bursts of laughter can be heard)
Yugi: I don't see what's so funny.
Mijikai: Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Yugi: Please review and more will come!
Yugi: Calm down.
Mijikai: Sorry. I didn't mean to sound insultive. ~_^
Yami:......
Mijikai: Not! A word.
Seto: Ow...ow...ow...ow...
Yugi: What happened?
Seto: You really want to know?
Yami: Just tell us DAMNIT!
Everyone: O_O Yami?
Yami: Sorry, got a little impatient there.
Seto: (clears throat) Remember when I took Noah bowling to get to know him better?
Everyone: Yeeeeeesssssssss. Aaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnddddddddddd.
Seto: That. Little. Brat. DROPED THE FRICKEN BALL ON MY FEET EVERYTIME HE COULD GET HIS HANDS ON THE DAMN BALL!
Mijikai: Take a breath.
Seto: (breathing harshly)
Yugi: You okay?
Yami: (grabs Yugi) Let's leave Seto for his own problems.
Yugi: (grabs Mijikai)
Seto: (finally getting breathing under control and becomes his "usual" self.) ....Where did everyone go?
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Chapter Eight
After a while of insults, Yami seemed to remember that I had school and asked about it.
"Oh, I'm expelled for the week. No worries."
"You are a damn brat."
"Oh, I'm sorry Mr. straight A."
He smirked, which really made my blood boil.
"If you were like me, you would be a good student..."
"And why would I want to be a moran?"
He glared before wincing and settling back. It was pretty suspicious to me. Yami seemed to be in more pain then someone who rolled down a hill and crashed into a weak brick wall...gate...or...oh screw it! Once he seemed to ease it, I narrowed my eyes at him.
"You're lieing aren't you."
"What do you mean?" he asked in soooooo fake innocents.
"You didn't just fall down a hill and hit a gate did you?"
"It was a cement hill," he protested.
"YAMI MUTOU, DAMNIT! TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED! I'M NOT STUPID!" I shouted, pushing my face into his.
He blinked before growling and shoving me back a little.
"Alright! I did get hit! Just not head on."
I slowly removed myself from the bed and back onto my seat. I wondered why I felt angry that he lied, but it shouldn't matter, would it? I mean, he's still going to be okay. Right? Of course. .........I'm sure Mr.Optimistic today. The silence was interupted by the door opening and we looked up. I smiled at who I saw, when realization hit me and I gasped.
"Oh god! Darky I'm sorry! I forgot you were going to pick me up in three hours!"
"It's alright. The nurse had explained it," he answered with a wink, then smiled at Yami. "Looks like someone wanted there little brother to stay with them for the night."
Yami only pouted as he crossed his arms. Behind Darky was...oh god! Seto! (Yami! This is my POV not yours! Get away from the keyboard! My keyboard!) As I was typing, behind Darky was Seto. Then behind him was Malik! Yeah! Seto grinned at Yami and winked at me, which I swear made Yami growl. Malik skipped to me...skipped? That's a bit to feminem for him...ummmm oh! Pranced! That's it! Okay, Malik pranced to me and plopped his bottom right into my lap. Then leaned on me.
"Malik! Get off! I'm not your seat!" I shouted.
"Oh...did I hear something? I wonder if it was the chair? But inamimite objects can't talk."
"Alright buster!" and I pushed him off my lap.
He landed with a thump and everyone laughed.
"Owwwwwww. This is one sour butt I've got."
Everyone chuckled and Malik moved to a chair next to me as Seto took his seat on the other side of me. Darky only stood behind me and rested his arms on my head.
"What am I? You're arm holder?" I asked poutedly.
"Yep."
"First a chair, now an arm holder. What next?"
"My lover!"
I glared at Malik, who only shrank back into his seat and waved his hands in front of him in defense.
"I was only joking! I didn't mean it! Don't hurt me!"
"Can we cook you then?" asked Darky.
"Cannibal!" Malik shouted as he pointed an accusing finger at him.
Darky snapped his teeth as Malik took his finger away.
"I KNEW HE WAS A CANNIBAL!"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP!" Yami shouted.
Everyone went quiet.
"Thank you. You were all giving me a migrain."
"Are you suuuuuurrrrrrreeeee it isn't a hand over?" asked Seto.
Yami seemed startled and his gaze flicked onto him.
"How did you know I was....you know..." he stuttered as he glanced at me.
I think he wanted to see my reaction.
"Bakura told me. And he told me how you were so drunk you slipped on soda and fell on your face."
I felt a laugh about to erupted, but tried keeping it in. I think my face was getting red, because Malik blinked at me and asked if I was alright. I think Seto releaized what I was trying to do and made it worse.
"And he mentioned how you acted like an idiot. When Delvine stuck his middle finger at you guys. Bakura had said that it was for you and this was your answer. Yes it......waaaaaaiiiiiiitttt. Huh?"
I couldn't take it. Yami acting stupid. I bust out laughing, and held my aching sides as I fell off the chair. I hadn't laughed like this since I dared Yami to wear a dress. Once I regained composure, I sat back onto my seat, as a few giggles escaped, and took a deep breath to finally become calm. But it burst out again as I saw Yami's face was red as a tomatoe.
"Shut up! It's not funny Yugi!" Yami shouted, but it only made me laugh even harder.
"Okay, time to calm down before you laugh something up," Malik said as he held me down so I wouldn't fall off my seat.
"Won't laugh something up?" asked Darky.
"Yeah. Once I was drinking soda and...."
Darky clamped a hand over his mouth with a disgusted look on his face.
"We don't want to hear it Malik."
"I do!" I shouted, but then I felt a hand clamp over my own.
Since I wasn't very aware of who it was, I just did what I always do to Yami when he does it. I licked his hand. Gross yes, but how else was I suppose to get it off. I would have bit him but his clamps are so tight I have to breath frantically through my nose. It was quickly removed with a shout saying. "Gross!"
"You're worse then Katsuya!"
I looked up and smiled sheepishly at Seto. Darky quickly removed his hand.
"No way are you doing that to my hand."
"Me? How could you accuse me of such a thing?" Malik asked.
"Because one time you stuck a soda bomb under his chair," Yami muttered.
"He did? Oh, yeah, He did."
"And thank you for reminding him!" Malik shouted at Yami, who smirked.
"I try."
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After a passing nurse yelled at all of them to shut up, they all sat there quietly. Malik twidling his tumbs and grumbling how stupid this was, Yugi trying to get the Dark Magician to stop putting his arms on top of his head, and Seto, who only stared at the ground. Don't get me wrong. I was glad he came, but felt uncomfortable that Yugi was in the same room as him AND I WAS HOOKED TO MACHINES! Seto then turned to Yugi.
"So...how was school?"
"I didn't go."
"Why?"
"I'm expelled."
"You were kicked out?"
"I wish. Only the week and the week after that."
"So where are you going to stay if Yami's in the hospital?"
"I'm going back home, of course. I don't need Yami all the time."
"Uh huh...I heard there was a school dance coming up."
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Two weeks from now."
"You going with anyone?"
"Yeah right."
"What? I just though that some girl would ask you. I mean you are pretty cute and all..."
"Girls don't like cute. They like popularity."
"That's not true."
"At my school it is."
"Oh. So is your teacher nice to you?"
"Like hell she is. She's probably going to kill me when I get back. Literally."
"Call the police then."
"Can't."
"Why?"
"I JUST CAN'T!"
"Yugi..."
"Seto, if Yugi doesn't want to he doesn't have to," Malik interupted.
"But if she's going to kill you literally, then he should call," Seto protested.
"Ever heard of slang?"
"No."
"Then SHUT UP!"
"Alright. Malik, Seto. Stop. You're giving me a head ache," said Darky.
If I was a cartoon, I would have a big sweat drop on the back of my head. Yugi suddenly got up and stretched.
"I'm going home, kay?" he said.
I was about to protest when Malik jumped up to his side.
"I'll go with you. I'd be bored out of my mind with these lahooligans," he muttered while sticking his thumb at us.
"WE ARE THE LAHOOLIGANS!" we all shouted, but they already disappeared around the door frame.
I sighed and lay deeper into the bed, staring at the ceiling. I hoped that if they were there that Malik would be able to help Yugi. Seto must have noticed my depression because he smirked, widely.
"What?" I asked.
"You miss him already?" he asked.
"No. I'm just worried, that's all."
"Don't worry, the press won't beable to come in," Mohotsukai reasured as he took Malik's seat.
"It's not the press I'm worried about Mohotsukai."
"The director won't find a replacement."
"Not that either Seto."
"Then what!" they both shouted.
"Promise not to tell anybody?"
"Of course," Seto agreed.
"...There are these people looking for Yugi. They killed dad because he refused to tell them and tried the same with me. I was drunk...as you know...and don't remember what I said to him. I'm afraid of being alone..."
"But you have us," Seto protested.
"Yes, that's true, but I wouldn't beable to take it when I'm alone. Everytime I come in, I'd probably be expecting to see the little runt when I'd remember he was gone. The apartment would be to quiet and...to many memories would run through my head. Friends can't replace family."
Mohotsukai nodded in understanding.
"So that's why you wanted Yugi to stay. You didn't want him to go just in case they were waiting."
"Yes."
Silence filled the room, when Seto stood up.
"We should take this with the police! This is serious!"
"They already know."
"Well what a job there doing," he grumbled as he sat back down.
Mohotsukai smiled and I tried to ignore it but I soon had to ask.
"Why are you smiling?" I asked.
"Nothing. I just think it's sweet how you care for him that much."
I started.
"Are you saying you think I care about that little dwarf!" I shouted. "I loathe that demon! He took my parents away! And makes my life a living hell! You better be joking!"
But he only chuckled and leaned back.
"What ever you say Yami. What ever you say. I don't think you have noticed, but I think Yugi's starting to care about you too. He jumped in front of my motorcycle for heavens sake!"
I jumped up, making me wince and stared at him.
"That Baka did what! What an idiot! He could have gotten hit!"
"See, Yami. You just jumped up. You do care."
"I do not!"
"Fine. But I think a part of you does."
I only mimiked him.
"So, did you cover for me Seto?" I asked.
"Cover what?"
I froze.
"For when I left."
Seto looked at the ceiling and started thinkig.
"When I told you to cover for me."
"Oh....I forgot."
"You...WHAT!" I shouted.
"Now Yami calm down," Seto said as he backed away.
I tried clawing out of bed, but Mohotsukai got hold of my waist and tried keeping me from getting out of bed.
"Let go! I'm going to tear that bastard into pieces! Starting with the throat!"
"Ah! Help!" ***************************************************************
As we left the hospital, I though I heard shouting in one of the rooms, but shrugged if off and we tried threaded through reporters.
"Mr. Mutou! Is it true your brother is in the hospital!"
"Mr.Mutou! Are these people really after you?"
"What are your thoughts!"
"How do you feel with this situation!"
Soon we were surrounded with microphones shoved in our faces.
"Malik Ishtar! As his friend, what are your thoughts!"
"Have they attacked you too!"
"What are your thoughts and feelings!"
"WILL YOU PEOPLE SHUT THE HELL UP!" came a shout on the outside of the crowd.
The reporters turned to see who dared, when they suddenly went for him.
"Bakura, were you with Yami Mutou on that night!"
"What exactly happened!"
"None of your damn buisness!" he shouted and pushed through to get to us. "Having trouble?"
"Duh," he both answered bluntly.
"I parked my car this way. Want a lift?"
"Sure," Malik said and grabbed my wrist as he hurried after Bakura.
As we neared the car, Malik shoved me as he ran to it.
"I call shot gun!"
"You sleeze!" I shouted after him, before getting into the back.
To my surprise, Ryou was there along with Anzu. Anzu smiled sweetly as I sat down.
"Hello Yugi," Ryou greeted cheerfully."
"Hey."
"Having trouble with those reporters?"
"Oh yeah."
"Why were you in the hospital?" Anzu asked, before gasping. "You aren't hurt are you?"
"Nope!" answered Bakura in the drivers seat. "Yami's in there."
Ryou and Anzu gasped.
"But how? Why?" asked Ryou.
"Got hit or something."
"Is he going to be alright?" asked Anzu, close to tears.
"Oh, he's fine alright," I answered.
"For some one injured, he sure has big lungs," commented Malik.
"Sure does lover boy," I answered.
"Awwwwww, so you do want to my sweet heart."
The car suddenly jerked to the side, slamming us to the right, (which means that everyone slammed into me and I hit the window) before swirveling to straighten.
"ARE YOU TRYING TO GET US KILLED!" Malik shouted.
Bakura seemed to be shaking and Ryou and Anzu seemed in dead silence, staring at us.
"What?" we asked together.
"Oh...nothing...it's just..." Ryou stammered.
"YOU'RE GAY!?" Bakura blurted out.
I swear our jaws dropped, as Ryou whacked Bakura.
"Don't say it like that! It's rude."
Malik stared from the trio, then was red in the face.
"IT WAS A JOKE! GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!"
"Sorry, it just surprised us," stammered Anzu.
"YOU PEOPLE ARE SO SICK! I SHOULD..."
"Malik calm down. They weren't there remember?"
"Oh...no wonder I was puzzled by the acqward silence."
"Do tell," muttered Bakura.
"Well at the hospita, I used Yugi as a chair, before he shoved me off, and then Dar..."
"That's my nick name for him! Get your own!"
"Sheesh. Touchy touchy. Fine. Mohotsukai used him as an arm holder. Yugi mummbled, "First a chair, then an arm holder. What next?" I wanted to be funny so I said, "My lover!" Boy he got pissed. I thought his glare was going to scewer me."
"Well that explains alot," Bakura muttered.
We were silent on the way to the apratment, and once we were dropped off we waved after them.
"You think they believed what I said?" asked Malik as we went inside.
"They better, or I'm going to kill."
"Whoa Betsy!"
"Exactly."
I opened the apartment and Malik immeditaly sprawled onto the coach, and clicked the T.V on. I, how ever, went to my cumputer and went straight to the e-mail. As I went through it, I came to a particalar one that got my stomach all a flutter. I opened it and what I read made me shout for joy. I think I startled Malik because I heard a "Whaaaaa!" then a thump, before seeing him appear at the door way.
"What's up?" he asked as he stood behind my chair.
"Just read for yourself."
"Hmmmmmm, Dear Yugi Mutou. You have been excepted as one of the contestence in the World National Author contest. Please send your book in five months. Cool. So what are you going to write?"
"That's the flaw. I don't."
We were silent as we thought before Malik whisperd something in my ear.
"Would it be intreasting enough?"
"Hell, it's amusing at least!"
"Okay then. I'll give it a shot!"
"Cool, now I'm going to channel surf. Catch ya later," and went back to the coach.
I leaned back on my chair and thought about what Malik suggested and booted up the Microsoft Works and started typing. I couldn't think of a tital so I screwed it and started with writing. Late that night, Malik snoozed on the coach and I was sitting at the table, thinking. I was suffering severly of writer's block and that's not good. Suddenly the phone rang and at the same time Malik shouted, "Pepperoni Pizza!" I sniggered at that before picking the phone up.
"Hello Mutou's residence."
"Yugi?"
"...what the hell are you doing calling this late at night?"
"So your alive?"
"Do you think I would be talking if I was dead?"
I thought I heard a sigh of relief.
"Yugi, make sure you don't make a pig out of the house, and no parties either."
"Anything else?" I asked bluntly.
"Oh yes. One more thing. STAY THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!" he shouted before the phone was slammed on the receiver.
"Sure Bro. Sure," I muttered as I but a hand to my ringing ear and put the phone down.
I stared outside, and then at the clock and realized how late it was. I yawned and rested my head in my arms before falling asleep. ***************************************************************
After I slammed the phone on the reciever I lay there. It was quite with everyone gone and lonely. Very. I tried getting comfortable as I closed my eyes and slumered softly, hoping that Yugi would be here the next day. Alive, but hell annoying. ***************************************************************
Mijikai: I think I'm getting used to typing alot.
Yugi: Yup.
Malik: How dare Bakura say were gay! I'm going to throttle him and stick him in salt!
Mijikai/Yugi: 0_0 Malik?
Malik: Sorry. Got carried away there.
Yugi: I wander if Seto's okay.
Yami: Why?
Yugi: Mokuba forced him to take Noah archering.
Yami: .........ohhhhhhhhh boy.
Yugi: Then target practice.
Yami: (trying not to laugh) Poor him.
Yugi: Then skate boarding.
Yami: Excuse me. (runs into a closet and bursts of laughter can be heard)
Yugi: I don't see what's so funny.
Mijikai: Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Yugi: Please review and more will come!
