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Note: I know I've been...well, dead for lack of a better word but I'm back. I've been busy and Compy-chan decided not to save. It's usually a very well behaved computer though.... Anyway, please review, it helps the writer's block. On to the ficcy!!
It was well past midnight. The silhouette of the Big Ben loomed eerily in the background. A drenched figure made his way towards a semi-tall building. Upon closer look, the person seemed to have hair the unnatural shade of white. Said person was grinding his teeth furiously and mumbling something under his breath, while glaring pointedly at a strange golden pendant.
"I am cold, hungry, and tired," the figure grumbled. "Did you have to threaten the driver?? Couldn't you have just let the poor guy drive like any sane person would've?!!"
"Correction," Bakura corrected, interrupting Ryou's tirade. "I don't qualify as sane."
"This is your fault."
"You just don't appreciate the art of scaring someone to death or somewhere close to it."
"This is still your fault...."
"Look, it's a nice night, all is quiet," Bakura started, trying to pacify the disgruntled Ryou. "No pesky annoying people, no stupid birds, nothing." Whatever higher being up there chose to make it rain cats and dogs at that point. In fact, cats and dogs was an understatement; it was pouring hard enough to make it look like a mass waterfall.
"...You were saying?"
"...."
"You are walking!!" Without further ado, Ryou went into his soul-room and barricaded his door. Try as he might, Bakura could not coax or threaten Ryou out. And so he walked, splashed rather, to the nearest available hotel.
"The modern deities hate me...."
It was morning. Warm melted gold poured through windows, filling various rooms with radiant light, annoying innocent sleeping people in the process. The smell of breakfast enticed some people to open their eyes but most just rolled over. Birds chirped happily on the window sill but promptly fled when a screech echoed through the room. It was followed up by several thumps and various voices. The birds, having more intelligence than given credit for, did not stay to find out the cause of the cacophony.
"What do you mean Pharaoh-boy isn't in this hotel," Bakura demanded furiously.
"Sir," the man on the phone stuttered, trembling violently. "No one named Pharaoh has..."
"Of course he has!!" Bakura yelled, into the phone, destroying the eardrums of the occupants of the adjacent rooms. The man on the other end prayed for whatever higher being to save him. "You must've seen him!! He's hard to miss with that hairstyle of his." The man inched to the red button under the table labeled 'security'.
"Does he have any...uhh...identifying characteristics??" The man frantically pushed the button.
"Of course! What have I been talking about all this time?!!"
"You were discussing ways to...uhh," gulped the poor man, "...boil me...."
"Oh, right. I should get one of those huge pots...." The man passed out. Bakura looked at the phone quizzically before throwing it over his shoulder.
"If you wanna get something done right, you gotta go do it yourself."
In another hotel, not as far as you'd suspect from the one Bakura was staying at, Yami no Yuugi, the almighty King of Games, rummaged through a suitcase. Behind him, there was a pile of various chains, black leather, gold, and other such apparel.
"Yami," Yuugi inquired, cocking his head ever so slightly as he watched Yami. "Must we always dress in black?" He watched Yami's futile search for anything black. "I have things in brighter colors," he added.
"Do you think it's easy to look so badass?!! I have a reputation, you know!" Yami bent over the suitcase, almost falling into it.
"Eh?"
"Nevermind...." Yami managed to find a pair of black shorts but as he wasn't planning on wearing shorts anytime soon, he decided a shopping trip was in order. "Yuugi, we need to go shopping," he announced.
Yuugi looked at the pile of discarded clothes thrown haphazardly around the room. "But I have more than enough clothing, regardless of what people in general are led to believe." He thought back to his yami's choice of clothing. Only one outfit had suited his tastes, his school uniform.
"We need different clothing."
"Why? We have lots of perfectly fine clothing," Yuugi argued. Yami looked at the cheerfully colored shirt thrown on the bed.
"Believe me, it's necessary."
"But...we bought new robes just yesterday." Yami glanced at the bags in the corner of the room. He then glanced at the small pile of clothing he had found acceptable.
"Won't you need clothing to wear under the robes?" It was now Yuugi's turn to look at the small pile. He agreed to go clothes shopping. With an inaudible sigh, he walked down the corridor to his grandfather's room for credit cards and whatnot.
Bakura cackled. He, being the master of cackling and general evilness, was scaring the hell out of everyone in the lobby of Halcyon Hotel. He stalked up to the front desk, managing to capture the rapt attention of everyone there.
"Have you seen Pharaoh-boy?" The man at the desk, looked over his spectacles nonchalantly.
"Excuse me?"
"You know, anorexic midget with colorful spiky hair...." The man nodded in understanding.
"Ahh, you mean the Mutou family," he stated. It suddenly dawned on Bakura that referring to 'Pharaoh-boy' as Yuugi Mutou would've been faster, and thus, efficient. He waited while the man went through various records. "Ahh yes, their room number 38A. Shall I inform them of your sudden wish to see them?"
"No, uhh...it's a surprise. Yeah, that's right, it's a surprise." The man looked at Bakura doubtfully, before deciding to ignore that statement. "Thanks," Bakura yelled as he pressed the button for the elevator.
Knock, knock
Thump, thump
WHUMP! Bakura, tired of continuously knocking, kicked open the door.
"Yuugi, I shall finally have your puzzle!!" Bakura looked around the room. The huge king-sized bed was empty.
"Oh hello, you must be the masseuse," Sugoroku said, walking out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. "I've been waiting for you...." Sugoroku grinned as he tried to touch Bakura's hair. "Lovely white instead of gray...." Bakura didn't bother to turn around, once he felt a hand come alarmingly close to his hair. He just ran out screaming, leaving a confused Sugoroku behind. "Wait!! We could get to know each other first!!" he yelled after the retreating form of Bakura. "Women these days...."
Bakura ran and didn't stop until he had reached the safety of a stairwell. "Wrong...Mutou...," he panted, clutching his knees. "I never, ever, want to see another old man invade my personal space like that...." Bakura shuddered violently.
In another part of London, Yuugi walked around a rather large mall. He looked through the various shirts and tops available. He had found a rather cute one with an adorable bunny on it which he had kept despite Yami's protests. Yami had tried to argue, he really had. He had started listing various reasons why Yuugi shouldn't buy that particular T-shirt while valiantly ignoring Yuugi's increasingly tearful eyes. Suffice to say, he hadn't won that argument.
Yuugi looked around and blinked. What happened to pants? All he had found in the rather expansive room was just shirts, sweaters, tank tops, T-shirts, and various other tops. He was currently loaded down with various leather, suede, blue, indigo, and black apparel. They mostly had belts or other such distinguishing silver or gold adornments, save one that looked as though it were covered with aluminum foil, which it probably was. Yuugi, for the most part, hadn't questioned Yami's choices much. He had however blushed from embarrassment when more than a few people glanced at his choice of clothing on one arm and the very adorable bunny T-shirt on his other arm. Most people thought poor, sweet Yuugi was shopping for someone else, or that he had Multiple Personality Disorder.
Yuugi walked up to someone who looked like he worked there. He didn't have an identifying nameplate, or a uniform but he looked as though he worked there.
"Excuse me sir, where can I find pants?" Yami chose this time to take over and nearly lost his balance from the sudden weight of all the metal and leather clothing Yuugi was holding. The man blinked and ignored the fact that the boy's jewelry had seemingly glowed. Must've been a trick of the light.... "Do you have ones in black or preferably leather?" Yami added.
"Pants? Do you mean trousers?" It was now Yami's turn to blink.
"Trousers?" Yami looked back at the person blankly. The man looked at Yami's hair and rolled his eyes inwardly. Teenagers these days....
"Come this way...."
"Are you showing me to pants or trousers??" The man suppressed a groan and kept walking.
'That was a long day,' Yuugi whined. His arms hurt from carrying the bags.
'This was harder than I would've thought,' Yami replied. He thought back to the time he forgot to speak in English and had spoken in Japanese instead.
'Well, it's finally over and we ca....' A long string of expletives stopped further thought. Yuugi broke into a run to the end of the block to see a truly weird sight. Bakura was jumping around trying to pull what looked like a bird out of his hair. Upon second glance, Yuugi realized it was a tiny brown owl. He dropped his bags and tried to get the owl out. He couldn't really reach Bakura's head so he wasn't of much help. Finally, the owl freed itself, taking a huge chunk of white hair with it. It looked very relieved at being able to fly again. Bakura clutched his head in pain while using his other hand to shake his fist at the bird and let out another long line of words that would've made a sailor blush. Yami had covered Yuugi's ears to prevent his innocent light from ever hearing such 'exotic' words. Yami waited calmly with his hands over Yuugi's ears while Bakura finished threatening the bird. He made a mental note to himself to tease Bakura about a bald spot later on.
Yuugi picked up the heavy beige envelope that had fallen from Bakura's hair. It was curiously silent while he read the address on the envelope. He turned it over and looked at the seal. He noticed it was exactly like the many he had received not two days ago. He smiled happily, Bakura was going to join him!! He felt better knowing at least one of his friends would be with him.
"Bakura-kun," Yuugi called, smiling. "You got one of these too!! Hope I see you in Hogwarts, ne?" Bakura looked puzzled for a second before opening the letter and reading the contents. He looked dazed for a few seconds before something dawned on him.
"You mean you got one?" Yuugi nodded, smiling brightly.
"And you're going there?" Again, Yuugi nodded.
"And we'll be at the same place?"
"Hopefully." Bakura grinned.
"Hope to see you there!!" He wouldn't have to ever see Sugoroku again if he waited to steal the puzzle at some school. This would undoubtedly make life much easier. Yuugi, oblivious as always, waved 'bye' to Bakura before heading back. Meanwhile, in the puzzle, Yami ground his teeth.
Note: Yes I know, horrible, but you can lay most of the blame on my computer for freezing and losing the funnier version of this chapter which had Bakura accidentally calling Australia because he didn't know how phones worked. Well, that version has been erased and I can't recall what I had written so, you'll hafta settle for the crappier version. Please review, I need to know whether to bother with this any longer.
Second Note: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far ^_^!!!
