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Well, chapter one was boring beyond belief, and had only a semi-interesting
cliff, so I think I'll change that. And put paragraphs in. Well, here goes!
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At home, Bakura started making a plan. Of course, being a tomb robber at one point as a career would be of great help. He could break into people's lockers at Ryou's school, and take whatever he wanted, and had never been caught. He got vodka out of the locker next to Ryou's, once. Now, all he needed was to get back into Jou's house and shimmy his way into that safe. He had a plan, and he was writing it down.
"All I need to do, is go around the back of Jou's house, and, using an ice cream scoop, dig a tunnel into his basement, where I'll camp out until the house is empty, or I get bored and decide to kill someone." He knew, he was losing his touch. I mean, come on. Ice cream scoop? He crumpled up the paper, and tossed it in the waste paper bin next to him. (A/N, They're all over the place, ne?) Two hours later, Ryou came down the stairs, and read what Bakura had written on a piece of paper, and noticing that there were numerous crumpled up paper piled up next to the table. Bakura was so absorbed in what he was doing, he didn't even notice Ryou behind him, reading over his shoulder.
"Fly over the house in a Boeing 747, parachuting out of it onto his roof, and going down the chimney dressed in a Chewbacca suit to scare all occupants out of the house, then break into the safe." Ryou read.
"I guess you're still trying to see what's in Yami's safe, huh." Bakura jumped at Ryou's voice, but turned a little red when he realized he knew what he was up to. Ryou had a smirk on his face, adding to the discomfort Bakura was feeling. He tried really hard to suppress the urge to beat Ryou to a pulp, and eventually, his sane side won.
"I would go away if I were you. You never know what I'm capable of. I don't even know that." Bakura was now smiling, trying in vain to cover his paper. Ryou shrugged his shoulders, and went to go get something to eat. Bakura was sill wearing his leather suit, as being in it made him feel confidant. But confidence only lasts for so long, and superficial help is only temporary, so Bakura's was beginning to run dry. He was beginning to get to the point where he kept writing on the papers, "Kill everyone, and conquer the world." He was getting a headache, so he either needed aspirin, or he needed alcohol. Those were two of his three "blissful A's" Aspirin, alcohol, and amphetamines. He used the first two more than the third, saving it for his really BIG headaches. He was also getting hot in his suit, so he went to change. While he was upstairs, he decided to go see Mouse again, but he wanted to take a shower first. He still smelled like ketchup, booze, and barf.
"Hey! You want a turnip? I'm pickling them!" Yelled Ryou from the kitchen. Bakura thought for a moment, and yelled back,
"I'm more of an eggplant person." He had never eaten an eggplant, but he had held one, smashing it over a man's head in the grocery store after he took the last bottle of "Ancient Egyptian Artifact Polish." Off the shelf, getting ready to buy it. That's how he met Mouse. Mouse, on the other hand, loved them.
In the shower, he was thinking. That night was Friday, and he would be going to his usual bar in the leather. Maybe the atmosphere would help him think of something. But then again, he was sure he would think the Chewbacca idea was brilliant after he had a few drinks. He was of course, older than 21, but he looked like Ryou, who was still only 16. He always forgot his ID, so he could threaten the bartender's sanity for his drinks. He liked doing that, threatening someone to get what he wanted. Of course, there was the one person, who would be a baka and say something foolish, like "I think you're a perv." Bakura made sure that man didn't walk on his own for awhile. He wanted to beat up someone now, after letting Ryou off without a scratch. Something clicked in his head. "Maybe that's why I'm so irritable now, because I can no longer vent my anger on Ryou, I need to do it on something, or someone else. I get it now." He thought, realizing just then he wasted all the hot water, and he was getting rained on with ice cold pellets of, well, water. He didn't care, though. He would have a lot of fun that night. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* So? Plx R&R and tell me how I'm doing. Watch out for the next chapter, which I promise, will be up by the end of tomorrow.
At home, Bakura started making a plan. Of course, being a tomb robber at one point as a career would be of great help. He could break into people's lockers at Ryou's school, and take whatever he wanted, and had never been caught. He got vodka out of the locker next to Ryou's, once. Now, all he needed was to get back into Jou's house and shimmy his way into that safe. He had a plan, and he was writing it down.
"All I need to do, is go around the back of Jou's house, and, using an ice cream scoop, dig a tunnel into his basement, where I'll camp out until the house is empty, or I get bored and decide to kill someone." He knew, he was losing his touch. I mean, come on. Ice cream scoop? He crumpled up the paper, and tossed it in the waste paper bin next to him. (A/N, They're all over the place, ne?) Two hours later, Ryou came down the stairs, and read what Bakura had written on a piece of paper, and noticing that there were numerous crumpled up paper piled up next to the table. Bakura was so absorbed in what he was doing, he didn't even notice Ryou behind him, reading over his shoulder.
"Fly over the house in a Boeing 747, parachuting out of it onto his roof, and going down the chimney dressed in a Chewbacca suit to scare all occupants out of the house, then break into the safe." Ryou read.
"I guess you're still trying to see what's in Yami's safe, huh." Bakura jumped at Ryou's voice, but turned a little red when he realized he knew what he was up to. Ryou had a smirk on his face, adding to the discomfort Bakura was feeling. He tried really hard to suppress the urge to beat Ryou to a pulp, and eventually, his sane side won.
"I would go away if I were you. You never know what I'm capable of. I don't even know that." Bakura was now smiling, trying in vain to cover his paper. Ryou shrugged his shoulders, and went to go get something to eat. Bakura was sill wearing his leather suit, as being in it made him feel confidant. But confidence only lasts for so long, and superficial help is only temporary, so Bakura's was beginning to run dry. He was beginning to get to the point where he kept writing on the papers, "Kill everyone, and conquer the world." He was getting a headache, so he either needed aspirin, or he needed alcohol. Those were two of his three "blissful A's" Aspirin, alcohol, and amphetamines. He used the first two more than the third, saving it for his really BIG headaches. He was also getting hot in his suit, so he went to change. While he was upstairs, he decided to go see Mouse again, but he wanted to take a shower first. He still smelled like ketchup, booze, and barf.
"Hey! You want a turnip? I'm pickling them!" Yelled Ryou from the kitchen. Bakura thought for a moment, and yelled back,
"I'm more of an eggplant person." He had never eaten an eggplant, but he had held one, smashing it over a man's head in the grocery store after he took the last bottle of "Ancient Egyptian Artifact Polish." Off the shelf, getting ready to buy it. That's how he met Mouse. Mouse, on the other hand, loved them.
In the shower, he was thinking. That night was Friday, and he would be going to his usual bar in the leather. Maybe the atmosphere would help him think of something. But then again, he was sure he would think the Chewbacca idea was brilliant after he had a few drinks. He was of course, older than 21, but he looked like Ryou, who was still only 16. He always forgot his ID, so he could threaten the bartender's sanity for his drinks. He liked doing that, threatening someone to get what he wanted. Of course, there was the one person, who would be a baka and say something foolish, like "I think you're a perv." Bakura made sure that man didn't walk on his own for awhile. He wanted to beat up someone now, after letting Ryou off without a scratch. Something clicked in his head. "Maybe that's why I'm so irritable now, because I can no longer vent my anger on Ryou, I need to do it on something, or someone else. I get it now." He thought, realizing just then he wasted all the hot water, and he was getting rained on with ice cold pellets of, well, water. He didn't care, though. He would have a lot of fun that night. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* So? Plx R&R and tell me how I'm doing. Watch out for the next chapter, which I promise, will be up by the end of tomorrow.
