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So I got reviews that said that the couple would not be something that I should do, but I'm still debating that. I won't do it in this chapter, though. Okay then, let's continue the fic. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
"Hermione, wait!" Yelled Bakura, as he ran after the girl, who in turn, was running at the loose Thestral. He was still wearing his leather.
"Damnit!" He cursed aloud when he realized that the leather was getting soaked. HE continued running, catching up to Hermione after about ten minutes at full speed. He stopped at the pile of stuff in the street called Hermione, who had stopped from exhaustion, even though Bakura looked as if he hadn't run at all. She was crying. Bakura awkwardly patted her on the back, seeing as he had no idea how to calm down a girl. He helped her up, and began leading her back to the house. She objected, showing a need to follow the Thestral. Bakura, though, would not be following her, in the rain anymore, so he didn't let go of her arm.
Once they were back at the house, he left Hermione to Ryou, Harry and Ron, before going upstairs to change. His hair was soaked. His leather was practically ruined. His eye makeup was running down his face in sheets. He looked bad, and he didn't like that.
"Ryou, get up here, Damnit!" He yelled, starting to wash his face. The leather suit was on the floor, and he was only in boxers, seeing as all of the stuff he owned was really uncomfortable when you were wet. (A/N yes, all Y. Bakura fans, drool your hears out!) Ryou came upstairs, looking like he ran. When he saw Bakura, he turned away.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were dressing, I-" He started, turning really red.
"Shut up and come here. It's not like I got anything you haven't seen before." Said Bakura, cutting off Ryou's stammers. Ryou still looked a little apprehensive, but didn't want to piss off an already pissed off Bakura. He went into the bathroom, where Bakura was starting to pencil out his eyes again.
"Ryou, try to see of you can save the suit. I don't know much about how you would go about doing that, so you do it. Dry it off, or something." He said, still leaning over the sink to get closer to the mirror. Suddenly, there was someone coming up the stairs. Fast.
"You'd better get down there, they've started fighting! They-" It was Hermione, who had stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Bakura in boxers. She began blushing madly, and ran back down the stairs. Ryou and Bakura looked at her, and followed, Bakura with a compact mirror and his black pencil. They reached the top of the stairs to the basement, and saw with horror that everyone was fighting everyone. Hagrid was getting beat up pretty bad by Seto, who had a black belt in Tie Kwon Doe. Yami was beating up all three of the Malfoy gang without breaking a sweat. Jou was at it with Ron, whose ass was getting kicked, and Honda was at it with Harry, who was putting up a pretty good fight. The only two who weren't fighting were Yugi and Neville, who were in a corner watching everyone. Everything was destroyed. The furniture was all in one corner of the room, while everyone was fighting, and getting blood all over the white carpet.
"Damn, you idiots! Stop that! I'm the only one here who has right to kick anyone's ass, and it will be Yami's, if anyone. Now everyone sit down, before I kick everyone's ass!" Bakura yelled over the ruckus. Everyone stopped, and saw Bakura in his boxers. Yami stared, as did Seto, Jou, Honda and Spongebob. "What the hell are you doing in this story!?!?" Yelled Bakura, recognizing the yellow sponge.
"Oh, dangit. I was supposed to be in my house, and my teleporter is malfunctioning. I have to go home and feed Gary now. Oh, barnacles. You're not a woman. I thought you were. Bye!" Yelled Spongebob, as he zapped himself out of that world. Everyone looked from the spot where the sponge had been, back to Bakura. Hermione could be seen trying to not look at him.
"Damn, you people! There's one girl in here, and she's the only one who is NOT looking! I got nothing you haven't seen before, unless you are all transvestites, and virgins. Which I highly doubt out of any of you, except the Pharaoh." He said, posing as if he were in an underwear photo shoot, and pointed at Yami. By now, everyone had forgotten about their fights, and were just staring intently at Bakura, save Hermione, who looked like a tomato behind a stray pillow. Bakura decided to have some fun with them.
"Besides, it's not like any of you here could ever have a sexy bod like this. The closest one here to me is Ryou. The rest of you, I know you're all going, 'I wish I had that six pack.'" By now, Ryou was the one who was blushing at his Yami's attempt at humor. Bakura was laughing internally at all their expressions.
"Gees, Bakura, and when I thought you couldn't stoop any lower." Said Seto, who had dropped his head and was shaking it.
"I'd shut up if I were you, pretty boy, unless you want Mokuba running Kaiba Corp. at age seven." Said Bakura, who was now out of his humorous mood. By then, everyone had even forgotten they had cuts and scratches that were bleeding profusely after Bakura's little show.
"Alright, all of you. I'm getting brushes, tubs of soap water, rags, and the first aid kit. I expect all the bloody people to clean up this room. I don't want ANY sign of blood in here, got it?" He said, and motioned to the people who weren't fighting to help him get the stuff. The group, minus Bakura, Ryou, Hermione, and Neville, spent the next five hours cleaning out the basement, seeing as Bakura would kick them out of his house if that didn't and the weather was not something to compete with at the moment.
It was still raining, and hard. The power was still out. The Thestral was still gone. The radio crackled that the rain would be around for a few days. They were running out of candles. Malfoy was still being a dick. Anzu was still on the couch, unmoving. Bakura was still clad in his boxers. The band-aid supply had run dry. The food supply was getting to run dry. Bakura still kept all the wands under lock and key. Overall, they were all in a really bad situation.
It took five whole hours for the group of fighters to clean the basement, and put everything back where it belonged, but once they did, they lit a fire, and toasted marshmallows. They had no chocolate, seeing as Ryou was left alone in the house by himself, and there were no graham crackers, because Bakura was an ass and burned them, so they had to suffice with the damn marshmallows.
"Damnit, you asshole!" Yelled Ryou after Malfoy tried pushing Ryou into the fire, singing Ryou's hair.
"You're paying for that one, ass!" Bakura yelled, how dressed in another leather suit, but one he didn't like as much. He grabbed Malfoy by the shirt, and brought his head real close to the fire. Malfoy started screaming like a girl, and everyone was watching, not even making an effort to stop the madman from killing the madboy. Suddenly, something popped out of the fire. Something real small. It startled Bakura, making him drop Malfoy a safe distance away from the fire. Malfoy scooted away, catching his breath.
Bakura didn't care; he was staring at the hideous thing that was standing in his basement. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Any ideas to what the thing is? Will not update until I get a correct guess. ^^ I also want to add someone into this story. One of you. All I need is a name, age, gender, personality, physical description, and what you like wearing. I'll pick one that I think will be best in the story, sorry if I don't pick you. Please make the name a real name, nothing like silverbunnie14235715, ok? Please R&R and tell me what you think!
So I got reviews that said that the couple would not be something that I should do, but I'm still debating that. I won't do it in this chapter, though. Okay then, let's continue the fic. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
"Hermione, wait!" Yelled Bakura, as he ran after the girl, who in turn, was running at the loose Thestral. He was still wearing his leather.
"Damnit!" He cursed aloud when he realized that the leather was getting soaked. HE continued running, catching up to Hermione after about ten minutes at full speed. He stopped at the pile of stuff in the street called Hermione, who had stopped from exhaustion, even though Bakura looked as if he hadn't run at all. She was crying. Bakura awkwardly patted her on the back, seeing as he had no idea how to calm down a girl. He helped her up, and began leading her back to the house. She objected, showing a need to follow the Thestral. Bakura, though, would not be following her, in the rain anymore, so he didn't let go of her arm.
Once they were back at the house, he left Hermione to Ryou, Harry and Ron, before going upstairs to change. His hair was soaked. His leather was practically ruined. His eye makeup was running down his face in sheets. He looked bad, and he didn't like that.
"Ryou, get up here, Damnit!" He yelled, starting to wash his face. The leather suit was on the floor, and he was only in boxers, seeing as all of the stuff he owned was really uncomfortable when you were wet. (A/N yes, all Y. Bakura fans, drool your hears out!) Ryou came upstairs, looking like he ran. When he saw Bakura, he turned away.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were dressing, I-" He started, turning really red.
"Shut up and come here. It's not like I got anything you haven't seen before." Said Bakura, cutting off Ryou's stammers. Ryou still looked a little apprehensive, but didn't want to piss off an already pissed off Bakura. He went into the bathroom, where Bakura was starting to pencil out his eyes again.
"Ryou, try to see of you can save the suit. I don't know much about how you would go about doing that, so you do it. Dry it off, or something." He said, still leaning over the sink to get closer to the mirror. Suddenly, there was someone coming up the stairs. Fast.
"You'd better get down there, they've started fighting! They-" It was Hermione, who had stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Bakura in boxers. She began blushing madly, and ran back down the stairs. Ryou and Bakura looked at her, and followed, Bakura with a compact mirror and his black pencil. They reached the top of the stairs to the basement, and saw with horror that everyone was fighting everyone. Hagrid was getting beat up pretty bad by Seto, who had a black belt in Tie Kwon Doe. Yami was beating up all three of the Malfoy gang without breaking a sweat. Jou was at it with Ron, whose ass was getting kicked, and Honda was at it with Harry, who was putting up a pretty good fight. The only two who weren't fighting were Yugi and Neville, who were in a corner watching everyone. Everything was destroyed. The furniture was all in one corner of the room, while everyone was fighting, and getting blood all over the white carpet.
"Damn, you idiots! Stop that! I'm the only one here who has right to kick anyone's ass, and it will be Yami's, if anyone. Now everyone sit down, before I kick everyone's ass!" Bakura yelled over the ruckus. Everyone stopped, and saw Bakura in his boxers. Yami stared, as did Seto, Jou, Honda and Spongebob. "What the hell are you doing in this story!?!?" Yelled Bakura, recognizing the yellow sponge.
"Oh, dangit. I was supposed to be in my house, and my teleporter is malfunctioning. I have to go home and feed Gary now. Oh, barnacles. You're not a woman. I thought you were. Bye!" Yelled Spongebob, as he zapped himself out of that world. Everyone looked from the spot where the sponge had been, back to Bakura. Hermione could be seen trying to not look at him.
"Damn, you people! There's one girl in here, and she's the only one who is NOT looking! I got nothing you haven't seen before, unless you are all transvestites, and virgins. Which I highly doubt out of any of you, except the Pharaoh." He said, posing as if he were in an underwear photo shoot, and pointed at Yami. By now, everyone had forgotten about their fights, and were just staring intently at Bakura, save Hermione, who looked like a tomato behind a stray pillow. Bakura decided to have some fun with them.
"Besides, it's not like any of you here could ever have a sexy bod like this. The closest one here to me is Ryou. The rest of you, I know you're all going, 'I wish I had that six pack.'" By now, Ryou was the one who was blushing at his Yami's attempt at humor. Bakura was laughing internally at all their expressions.
"Gees, Bakura, and when I thought you couldn't stoop any lower." Said Seto, who had dropped his head and was shaking it.
"I'd shut up if I were you, pretty boy, unless you want Mokuba running Kaiba Corp. at age seven." Said Bakura, who was now out of his humorous mood. By then, everyone had even forgotten they had cuts and scratches that were bleeding profusely after Bakura's little show.
"Alright, all of you. I'm getting brushes, tubs of soap water, rags, and the first aid kit. I expect all the bloody people to clean up this room. I don't want ANY sign of blood in here, got it?" He said, and motioned to the people who weren't fighting to help him get the stuff. The group, minus Bakura, Ryou, Hermione, and Neville, spent the next five hours cleaning out the basement, seeing as Bakura would kick them out of his house if that didn't and the weather was not something to compete with at the moment.
It was still raining, and hard. The power was still out. The Thestral was still gone. The radio crackled that the rain would be around for a few days. They were running out of candles. Malfoy was still being a dick. Anzu was still on the couch, unmoving. Bakura was still clad in his boxers. The band-aid supply had run dry. The food supply was getting to run dry. Bakura still kept all the wands under lock and key. Overall, they were all in a really bad situation.
It took five whole hours for the group of fighters to clean the basement, and put everything back where it belonged, but once they did, they lit a fire, and toasted marshmallows. They had no chocolate, seeing as Ryou was left alone in the house by himself, and there were no graham crackers, because Bakura was an ass and burned them, so they had to suffice with the damn marshmallows.
"Damnit, you asshole!" Yelled Ryou after Malfoy tried pushing Ryou into the fire, singing Ryou's hair.
"You're paying for that one, ass!" Bakura yelled, how dressed in another leather suit, but one he didn't like as much. He grabbed Malfoy by the shirt, and brought his head real close to the fire. Malfoy started screaming like a girl, and everyone was watching, not even making an effort to stop the madman from killing the madboy. Suddenly, something popped out of the fire. Something real small. It startled Bakura, making him drop Malfoy a safe distance away from the fire. Malfoy scooted away, catching his breath.
Bakura didn't care; he was staring at the hideous thing that was standing in his basement. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Any ideas to what the thing is? Will not update until I get a correct guess. ^^ I also want to add someone into this story. One of you. All I need is a name, age, gender, personality, physical description, and what you like wearing. I'll pick one that I think will be best in the story, sorry if I don't pick you. Please make the name a real name, nothing like silverbunnie14235715, ok? Please R&R and tell me what you think!
