Noname5: Whoa! *stretches* that was a long break! Almost a year,
actually! JUST KIDDING!!!! HAHAHA!!!!! I wasn't gone! I just got really
interested in some new stories, other topics.
Yami Bakura: So technically, you have been away
Noname5: I'm explaining myself here!!!!
Yami Bakura: It's very impolite to keep others waiting. You got your definition of insane a while ago.
Noname5: *sigh* You're right. SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO UPDATE!!!! And uh... I forgot about Painful Heartache Part 2, but don't worry about it, I'll make it up to you!
Yami Bakura : No you won't !
Noname5 : Bakura, shut up and enjoy the story, would you?
Chapter Four
You're Not Welcome
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Yami Yugi has been here all day. But don't think that's a good thing, just because I'm not throwing a fit. I would be if Ryou where in better conditions, I would not at all hesitate the least to dislodge all the bones in that scrawny body of his.
Speaking of the pharaoh, I have so much to accomplish with so little time. All power and the pharaoh on his knees, the adoption of the millennium puzzle, and most importantly, his murder.
I remember when I first laid eyes on him in my sixth year of life. He was spoiled, rude, and insolent towards me. And since he was the Most Important Child in Egypt, he endeavored a haughty attitude. When passing through town he would always stop and make faces of us, Yami Malik and I, calling us trash, because we were poor orphans, young nomads looking for food. One time he had me put in jail, just because he didn't like me! At age eleven! And I also remembered once when a messenger came to the door. The messenger said that the pharaoh you know today, wanted to 'confiscate' my beloved wife and child. My child became his son, and my wife his queen. I was not even aloud to watch my son grow up. I was not permitted to visit him. I know not where he is now. That is why I am harsh with Ryou. He reminds me too much of the horrible loss I suffered. I will no longer let pharaoh rule my household. I will not let him touch Ryou.
The first time I saw him, I knew I wanted him dead. Now watching him at the moment, millions of years in the future, running his mouth and looking through my home like a deranged hobo; I definitely want to slay him, bake him, and eat him. Not only this, but strip him of his power and take the millennium puzzle for my own. But I am a cannibal, you know. I don't mind the consumption flesh, especially royal flesh in the privacy of my own home. My mouth waters just thinking upon it.
Perhaps I am living in the past, but my past is something that cannot be erased. Or fixed. It cannot be broken by any kind magic, nor forgotten by any spell. This is my undoing. Your past will always affect your future, no matter how long you live. No matter how much you want to forget or need to forget it in order to move on, it all you can do is keep on going, letting others be punished for the things you sought and did not receive. The things that those people took away from you. Your rights. Your freedoms. Your liberties. Is it your fault?
Hardly.
And how would you like it if you wanted to die, but your sprit was locked within a ring for countless centuries? What if you came out only to find that the same person who caused your poverty and pain lived just on the other side of town? Well, lucky for myself, Yami Yugi, the same one ordered who slayed my family, abd later ended up killing my son, took everything away that I loved and treasured, and made me a slave in HIS courts for 13,140 suns. That's 35 years, mortal, of agonizing, undying labor. And getting released on your hundredth birthday, isn't a nice touch either.
And how would you like it if he were preserved in a millennium item, just like you? Only to make your life millions of years into the future sooooooo much more lovely. Isn't that charming? The same pharaoh who tortured you is back with a mini-me as annoying as he is! Isn't it delightful that the pharaoh and his light have a crush on the same white- haired hikari? Now hmm. I wonder who that could be? Who do they both find irresistible? Let me see.. Would you like to guess? Go on. It's not like the only white-haired hikari is bedridden with Malik and Yugi tending to his every need!
And You know when Yami comes into a situation he screws everyone over. Haven't you learned anything from battle city, mortal? And look at him now! He must think he's some queer investigator. He's been searching my house all morning. For what? I haven't a clue. I suppose this is my fault. You have to be a complete hoodwink to ask the pharaoh for help, because you're allowing him to pry in your business, and make one of those famous 3 hour-long-speeches-that-take-all-day-and-all-night-about- friendship-and-love-and-being-kind-to-your-light speeches.
But anyway, that's what I did. I panicked. I called him over to help me. Eugh! Curses! Why did you make me admit such a sin! You're just like that pharaoh, always prying into things that have absolutely nothing to do with you! But, in case you really have to know mortal, and don't know the multicolored pinhead and his hikari like I do, you are one lucky ba-.
"I may rest with heaven? Do not concern disquiet sleeps? For the comedy is now over?" the pharaoh repeated in dumb shock, looking over note. What a dolt! Of course that's what it says!
This pharaoh is the rooster in the morning, the guard in front of the tomb, the vomit in the pathway, the fly on the mutton, the virus in the computer, and the dandruff on the scalp. Why? Because if you know the pharaoh, you have already met hell and all it's wonders.
" Can you not READ pharaoh? Is that not what it says? " I marked." I didn't request your come for light discussions and teatime! Reverse Ryou's madness and be gone! . " I paused, looked down, and looked back up in his direction. " Or is it a custom for you in and your gay little hikari to wear out your welcomes?"
I quickly grabbed the note out of his self righteous incrusted hands. He has no right to come in my home, touch what is mine, and violate my privacy! This pharaoh gets more infuriating every single moment! What a ba-
" WHAT did you possibly do tomb raider, to make his lose all his sanity! "Yami Yugi demanded.
I spun around, preparing to go upstairs to check on Ryou. Yami jolted forward and pulled a glinting machete from his pocket. He reached up from behind me and pulled me in a headlock with his left arm and with the o-so- scary blade in his right hand, pointing directly less than an inch away from my neck.
" Bakura, answer me now" he said firmly
" Is this supposed to scare me?" I answered, rolling my eyes.
" Talk." He replied, moving the large knife closer.
" I say, pharaoh, good show! Aren't you a brave little sprite?" I say chuckling evilly.
" Don't play that innocent british crap with me!" (a/n: Not trying to insult the British) "Tell me what made Ryou go insane!"
I threw off the pharoah's week headlock and threw him into the wall. He gasped. I swayed gracefully and walked over to the corner where pharaoh had landed from the impactful slam into the concrete. I squatted down slowly to his eye level as he let out a deep growl. I looked as the knife and jerked it out of his hands. As I came nearer to his face, I could soon hear his raspy, short breaths. They were rhythmic. Musical, almost. With the beating of his fast pacing heart. They made a soundful song, both tempos sounding in unison.
Three heartbeats, one breathe.
One heartbeat, three breathes.
Four heartbeats, two breathes.
Two heartbeats, four breathes.
Five heartbeats, three breathes,
Three heartbeats, four breathes.
Six heartbeats, four breathes.
Four breathes, six heartbeats.
Seven heartbeats, five breathes,
Five breathes, seven heartbeats.
Eight heartbeats, six breathes,
Six heartbeats, eight breathes.
Nine heartbeats, seven breathes
Nine breathes, seven heartbeats.
Ten heartbeats, eight breathes,
Eight heartbeats, ten breathes.
Could almighty pharaoh be. afraid? I went closer until our noses would collide if I went any closer. I licked the tip of my finger seductively and touched the same finger to the point of the pharaoh's blade that I had taken from him in his fear. Isn't it stupid that he knows I can sense fear, but he still has that emotionless face on? What a moron.
I poked the tip of my finger with the blade until it started a trickle of blood. The pharaoh watched in fear as the strong metal machete started to melt and bend like a paper burning into a fire. His eyes grew wide as it bended into the shaped into five letters. The glinting metal bent into a D, then into a curvy E, then an A right next to it. Coming to the end of the long knife it magically cast itself into a T and an H. D-E-A-T-H Death. What will happen if he touches my sweet Ryou. My Ryou? MY sweet Ryou? Feh! No matter. Being so close to the pharaoh must be making ME go insane. Nut to tell the truth, Ryou's blood is extremely sugary. Like strawberry syrup, a pastry. Don't ask how I know.
" How did you perform such a trick?" pharaoh asked me
I came out of my trance quickly, and focused my eyes back on him. I remembered my position practically on top of the frowning pharaoh, supposedly answering his moronic questions.
"You may be everyone's favorite Pharaoh, known your 'outstanding power'; but I am known for my excellence in magic."
" Answer me, tomb raider. What have you done to Ryou to make him act this way? I cannot heal him if you don't tell me what's wrong!" he said a-matter- of-factly.
" Well, if you must know, 'Your Majesty', I showed him your baby pictures" I said smirking.
The poor pharaoh could care less about the stupid answer to his question. He was sill in awe at the bent and shaped blade.
" I don't have time for jokes Bakura!" He yelled. " You know what you did! Answer me! "
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Malik kneeled on the hard wood floor gazing down as his unconscious friend. His lifeless body had closed its flow of blood, leaving a pasty red that seeped through the cracks. The pasty crimson dripped through the splintered floor they all stood on. His hair had turned a rich shade of burgundy from the blood that it had drenched it for hours now.
Yugi's heart stopped. He knew this wasn't happening. It was a nightmare, not reality. Porcelain awashed in red paint it was. Because this was not of his best friends, dying, soaked in blood, abused, taken, violated, and most of all dead but alive. This was not he at all. It couldn't be. This was just not real for little Yugi at all. Denial was his only hope.
Malik bent closer to Ryou, bending towards his ear, pushing the white stained locks out of Ryou's soft face. He bent down to whisper in his friend's
" Never again, my love, never again. I will kill him for what he's done to you. You will be avenged. '"
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Noname5: Well, I hope you enjoyed it!
Bakura: Why do you always have to make me look like such a fool?
Noname5: You really want to know?
Bakura: No, but go ahead.
Noname5: It's fun!
Bakura: I never really liked you
Noname: Thanks, Bakura. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. I had to make a lot of changes to the other chapters. I think I've grown a little as a writer since then and kind of think they where no good. Thanks for reading Gone Insane, Chapter 4, You're Not Welcome. Please R&R!!!!!!! (
Yami Bakura: So technically, you have been away
Noname5: I'm explaining myself here!!!!
Yami Bakura: It's very impolite to keep others waiting. You got your definition of insane a while ago.
Noname5: *sigh* You're right. SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO UPDATE!!!! And uh... I forgot about Painful Heartache Part 2, but don't worry about it, I'll make it up to you!
Yami Bakura : No you won't !
Noname5 : Bakura, shut up and enjoy the story, would you?
Chapter Four
You're Not Welcome
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Yami Yugi has been here all day. But don't think that's a good thing, just because I'm not throwing a fit. I would be if Ryou where in better conditions, I would not at all hesitate the least to dislodge all the bones in that scrawny body of his.
Speaking of the pharaoh, I have so much to accomplish with so little time. All power and the pharaoh on his knees, the adoption of the millennium puzzle, and most importantly, his murder.
I remember when I first laid eyes on him in my sixth year of life. He was spoiled, rude, and insolent towards me. And since he was the Most Important Child in Egypt, he endeavored a haughty attitude. When passing through town he would always stop and make faces of us, Yami Malik and I, calling us trash, because we were poor orphans, young nomads looking for food. One time he had me put in jail, just because he didn't like me! At age eleven! And I also remembered once when a messenger came to the door. The messenger said that the pharaoh you know today, wanted to 'confiscate' my beloved wife and child. My child became his son, and my wife his queen. I was not even aloud to watch my son grow up. I was not permitted to visit him. I know not where he is now. That is why I am harsh with Ryou. He reminds me too much of the horrible loss I suffered. I will no longer let pharaoh rule my household. I will not let him touch Ryou.
The first time I saw him, I knew I wanted him dead. Now watching him at the moment, millions of years in the future, running his mouth and looking through my home like a deranged hobo; I definitely want to slay him, bake him, and eat him. Not only this, but strip him of his power and take the millennium puzzle for my own. But I am a cannibal, you know. I don't mind the consumption flesh, especially royal flesh in the privacy of my own home. My mouth waters just thinking upon it.
Perhaps I am living in the past, but my past is something that cannot be erased. Or fixed. It cannot be broken by any kind magic, nor forgotten by any spell. This is my undoing. Your past will always affect your future, no matter how long you live. No matter how much you want to forget or need to forget it in order to move on, it all you can do is keep on going, letting others be punished for the things you sought and did not receive. The things that those people took away from you. Your rights. Your freedoms. Your liberties. Is it your fault?
Hardly.
And how would you like it if you wanted to die, but your sprit was locked within a ring for countless centuries? What if you came out only to find that the same person who caused your poverty and pain lived just on the other side of town? Well, lucky for myself, Yami Yugi, the same one ordered who slayed my family, abd later ended up killing my son, took everything away that I loved and treasured, and made me a slave in HIS courts for 13,140 suns. That's 35 years, mortal, of agonizing, undying labor. And getting released on your hundredth birthday, isn't a nice touch either.
And how would you like it if he were preserved in a millennium item, just like you? Only to make your life millions of years into the future sooooooo much more lovely. Isn't that charming? The same pharaoh who tortured you is back with a mini-me as annoying as he is! Isn't it delightful that the pharaoh and his light have a crush on the same white- haired hikari? Now hmm. I wonder who that could be? Who do they both find irresistible? Let me see.. Would you like to guess? Go on. It's not like the only white-haired hikari is bedridden with Malik and Yugi tending to his every need!
And You know when Yami comes into a situation he screws everyone over. Haven't you learned anything from battle city, mortal? And look at him now! He must think he's some queer investigator. He's been searching my house all morning. For what? I haven't a clue. I suppose this is my fault. You have to be a complete hoodwink to ask the pharaoh for help, because you're allowing him to pry in your business, and make one of those famous 3 hour-long-speeches-that-take-all-day-and-all-night-about- friendship-and-love-and-being-kind-to-your-light speeches.
But anyway, that's what I did. I panicked. I called him over to help me. Eugh! Curses! Why did you make me admit such a sin! You're just like that pharaoh, always prying into things that have absolutely nothing to do with you! But, in case you really have to know mortal, and don't know the multicolored pinhead and his hikari like I do, you are one lucky ba-.
"I may rest with heaven? Do not concern disquiet sleeps? For the comedy is now over?" the pharaoh repeated in dumb shock, looking over note. What a dolt! Of course that's what it says!
This pharaoh is the rooster in the morning, the guard in front of the tomb, the vomit in the pathway, the fly on the mutton, the virus in the computer, and the dandruff on the scalp. Why? Because if you know the pharaoh, you have already met hell and all it's wonders.
" Can you not READ pharaoh? Is that not what it says? " I marked." I didn't request your come for light discussions and teatime! Reverse Ryou's madness and be gone! . " I paused, looked down, and looked back up in his direction. " Or is it a custom for you in and your gay little hikari to wear out your welcomes?"
I quickly grabbed the note out of his self righteous incrusted hands. He has no right to come in my home, touch what is mine, and violate my privacy! This pharaoh gets more infuriating every single moment! What a ba-
" WHAT did you possibly do tomb raider, to make his lose all his sanity! "Yami Yugi demanded.
I spun around, preparing to go upstairs to check on Ryou. Yami jolted forward and pulled a glinting machete from his pocket. He reached up from behind me and pulled me in a headlock with his left arm and with the o-so- scary blade in his right hand, pointing directly less than an inch away from my neck.
" Bakura, answer me now" he said firmly
" Is this supposed to scare me?" I answered, rolling my eyes.
" Talk." He replied, moving the large knife closer.
" I say, pharaoh, good show! Aren't you a brave little sprite?" I say chuckling evilly.
" Don't play that innocent british crap with me!" (a/n: Not trying to insult the British) "Tell me what made Ryou go insane!"
I threw off the pharoah's week headlock and threw him into the wall. He gasped. I swayed gracefully and walked over to the corner where pharaoh had landed from the impactful slam into the concrete. I squatted down slowly to his eye level as he let out a deep growl. I looked as the knife and jerked it out of his hands. As I came nearer to his face, I could soon hear his raspy, short breaths. They were rhythmic. Musical, almost. With the beating of his fast pacing heart. They made a soundful song, both tempos sounding in unison.
Three heartbeats, one breathe.
One heartbeat, three breathes.
Four heartbeats, two breathes.
Two heartbeats, four breathes.
Five heartbeats, three breathes,
Three heartbeats, four breathes.
Six heartbeats, four breathes.
Four breathes, six heartbeats.
Seven heartbeats, five breathes,
Five breathes, seven heartbeats.
Eight heartbeats, six breathes,
Six heartbeats, eight breathes.
Nine heartbeats, seven breathes
Nine breathes, seven heartbeats.
Ten heartbeats, eight breathes,
Eight heartbeats, ten breathes.
Could almighty pharaoh be. afraid? I went closer until our noses would collide if I went any closer. I licked the tip of my finger seductively and touched the same finger to the point of the pharaoh's blade that I had taken from him in his fear. Isn't it stupid that he knows I can sense fear, but he still has that emotionless face on? What a moron.
I poked the tip of my finger with the blade until it started a trickle of blood. The pharaoh watched in fear as the strong metal machete started to melt and bend like a paper burning into a fire. His eyes grew wide as it bended into the shaped into five letters. The glinting metal bent into a D, then into a curvy E, then an A right next to it. Coming to the end of the long knife it magically cast itself into a T and an H. D-E-A-T-H Death. What will happen if he touches my sweet Ryou. My Ryou? MY sweet Ryou? Feh! No matter. Being so close to the pharaoh must be making ME go insane. Nut to tell the truth, Ryou's blood is extremely sugary. Like strawberry syrup, a pastry. Don't ask how I know.
" How did you perform such a trick?" pharaoh asked me
I came out of my trance quickly, and focused my eyes back on him. I remembered my position practically on top of the frowning pharaoh, supposedly answering his moronic questions.
"You may be everyone's favorite Pharaoh, known your 'outstanding power'; but I am known for my excellence in magic."
" Answer me, tomb raider. What have you done to Ryou to make him act this way? I cannot heal him if you don't tell me what's wrong!" he said a-matter- of-factly.
" Well, if you must know, 'Your Majesty', I showed him your baby pictures" I said smirking.
The poor pharaoh could care less about the stupid answer to his question. He was sill in awe at the bent and shaped blade.
" I don't have time for jokes Bakura!" He yelled. " You know what you did! Answer me! "
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Malik kneeled on the hard wood floor gazing down as his unconscious friend. His lifeless body had closed its flow of blood, leaving a pasty red that seeped through the cracks. The pasty crimson dripped through the splintered floor they all stood on. His hair had turned a rich shade of burgundy from the blood that it had drenched it for hours now.
Yugi's heart stopped. He knew this wasn't happening. It was a nightmare, not reality. Porcelain awashed in red paint it was. Because this was not of his best friends, dying, soaked in blood, abused, taken, violated, and most of all dead but alive. This was not he at all. It couldn't be. This was just not real for little Yugi at all. Denial was his only hope.
Malik bent closer to Ryou, bending towards his ear, pushing the white stained locks out of Ryou's soft face. He bent down to whisper in his friend's
" Never again, my love, never again. I will kill him for what he's done to you. You will be avenged. '"
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Noname5: Well, I hope you enjoyed it!
Bakura: Why do you always have to make me look like such a fool?
Noname5: You really want to know?
Bakura: No, but go ahead.
Noname5: It's fun!
Bakura: I never really liked you
Noname: Thanks, Bakura. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. I had to make a lot of changes to the other chapters. I think I've grown a little as a writer since then and kind of think they where no good. Thanks for reading Gone Insane, Chapter 4, You're Not Welcome. Please R&R!!!!!!! (