Well, thanx for the many reviews, oh adoring public! Unfortunately, this chapter was a bit rushed and will be short coz I've got very little time to write it... but try to enjoy anyway!
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If he weren't so bored, Yugi would have sighed.
He'd counted the bricks. He'd counted the floor tiles. He'd made animals shadows with his fingers. He'd even counted the amount of carrots in the bag he was sat on… or had tried to, until Bakura started his 'carrot-boy' comments again.
After a while, Ryou piped up. "So how long have we been in here anyway? Surely it'll be approaching morning by now?"
Bakura fired a glare at his hikari. "Well gee, let me see… I know, I'll just chew a hole in the wall so we can watch the sunrise and hold hands, how's that sound?" He kicked at a nearby box of Spam tins, causing Yami to growl in annoyance. "Here's an even better idea! Next time the Pharaoh wants his Spam, we all sit at home and watch TV while he goes off alone." He flashed an evil grin at Ryou, and added, "I'm sure YOU'D like that, eh?"
Bakura's eyes suddenly flashed wide open, and he turned away from Ryou. "Ok, that was one too many… I think I'm gonna be sick…"
Ryou blushed at this, and a look of confusion fell over Yugi's face. Yami, on the other hand, looked absolutely delighted that his nemesis should suddenly feel so bad. He hopped off his crate and began poking a rather green Bakura in the ribs. "What the matter, Kury?" he taunted, a huge grin across his face. "Did your little aibou upset you? What's the matter, was he thinking about soap? Or maybe - dare I say it? - about teaching you how to wash your own clothes?" Yami tactfully chose to ignore the fact that Yugi washed his anyway.
Bakura's green face started turning red with fury, and he spun to face Yami. "You've got NO IDEA what he keeps thinking, have you? Right, try this for size!" He leaned over and whispered in Yami's ear, and the grin on Yami's face fell. You could pinpoint the exact second it hit the floor.
Yami blinked a couple of times, and staggered back over to his crate, very silent. Bakura glared at his retreating figure. "Perhaps NOW you understand why I'm so crabby! YOU don't see the images!"
Ryou screwed his eyes up in embarrassment, and slipped off to the darkest corner of the room. Yugi, in the meantime, had a mind-link conversation with Yami.
'What on earth was that all about?'
'Believe me aibou, you'd rather not know. Especially now.'
'But surely it can't be -'
'It can. Believe me, it can.'
All of a sudden, Yugi wished he'd just sighed.
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Well, what did you think? I'm not so sure I liked this chapter, it seemed too... serious. I might delete it, or might just cry for a bit then move on. Lemme know what you think people! ^_^ Many thanx!
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If he weren't so bored, Yugi would have sighed.
He'd counted the bricks. He'd counted the floor tiles. He'd made animals shadows with his fingers. He'd even counted the amount of carrots in the bag he was sat on… or had tried to, until Bakura started his 'carrot-boy' comments again.
After a while, Ryou piped up. "So how long have we been in here anyway? Surely it'll be approaching morning by now?"
Bakura fired a glare at his hikari. "Well gee, let me see… I know, I'll just chew a hole in the wall so we can watch the sunrise and hold hands, how's that sound?" He kicked at a nearby box of Spam tins, causing Yami to growl in annoyance. "Here's an even better idea! Next time the Pharaoh wants his Spam, we all sit at home and watch TV while he goes off alone." He flashed an evil grin at Ryou, and added, "I'm sure YOU'D like that, eh?"
Bakura's eyes suddenly flashed wide open, and he turned away from Ryou. "Ok, that was one too many… I think I'm gonna be sick…"
Ryou blushed at this, and a look of confusion fell over Yugi's face. Yami, on the other hand, looked absolutely delighted that his nemesis should suddenly feel so bad. He hopped off his crate and began poking a rather green Bakura in the ribs. "What the matter, Kury?" he taunted, a huge grin across his face. "Did your little aibou upset you? What's the matter, was he thinking about soap? Or maybe - dare I say it? - about teaching you how to wash your own clothes?" Yami tactfully chose to ignore the fact that Yugi washed his anyway.
Bakura's green face started turning red with fury, and he spun to face Yami. "You've got NO IDEA what he keeps thinking, have you? Right, try this for size!" He leaned over and whispered in Yami's ear, and the grin on Yami's face fell. You could pinpoint the exact second it hit the floor.
Yami blinked a couple of times, and staggered back over to his crate, very silent. Bakura glared at his retreating figure. "Perhaps NOW you understand why I'm so crabby! YOU don't see the images!"
Ryou screwed his eyes up in embarrassment, and slipped off to the darkest corner of the room. Yugi, in the meantime, had a mind-link conversation with Yami.
'What on earth was that all about?'
'Believe me aibou, you'd rather not know. Especially now.'
'But surely it can't be -'
'It can. Believe me, it can.'
All of a sudden, Yugi wished he'd just sighed.
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Well, what did you think? I'm not so sure I liked this chapter, it seemed too... serious. I might delete it, or might just cry for a bit then move on. Lemme know what you think people! ^_^ Many thanx!
