I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
by Tat Claire Kokoro and Rhapsody Moonschild
|~*Rhapsody: **reading ahead** Tat-chan, how can a 'plop' be haunting?
Tat: **shrugs** 'Cause I said so.
Rhapsody: And what's with the Kansai accent?
Tat: 'Cause I said so.
Rhapsody: **huge sweatdrop** I don't want to go on, do I?
Tat: =^_^= Nope.
Rhapsody: All right then, my dear friend Ryou will do disclaimer. **Ryou appears in inexplicable cloud of purple smoke**
Ryou: **coughs** Since when am I your friend?
Rhapsody: **staring and drooling** Since ALWAYS.
Tat: **lifts eyebrow** **mutters:** Bakura is cuter…
Rhapsody: Nuh uh.
Ryou: o.O Well, well, um… alright, you wish me to do disclaimer?
Rhapsody: **nods, still staring**
Ryou: **uncomfortable** Well, um, the thing is… Tat and Rhapsody don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or characters contained within… Er, Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to Kazuki Takahashi… do you have to stare?
Rhapsody: **considers** Well… **grin** No, I could just… **glomps**
Ryou: @.@ My goodness…
Tat: I'm telling ya the tomb-robber is cuter. Neways… start the fic.*~|
CHAPTER FIFTEEN (by Tat)
Ryou's POV
"What were ya doin' at that damn pharaoh's house last night?!" Bakura growls at me as soon as he slams the door shut.
"Talking, having fun… sleeping…" I finish carefully, leaving out the details of what happened before we actually went to sleep.
Bakura's slanted eyes bore through me. Knowing him, his mind is putting two and two together. "DAMN DAMN DAMN FUCKING PHARAOH…" he begins and goes on, sometimes mumbling and sometimes speaking clear enough to hear him shout profanities at my koi.
"Bakura…" I say, gathering what courage I had. "Just shut up."
My dark stops and stares at me with wide, confused, and angry eyes. "What… did'ya say?"
"I said: Shut up," I repeat, wondering and hoping Yami was right and Bakura couldn't hurt me.
Whether my yami can or cannot abuse me, he must've forgotten the curse or there is no such thing… because he casually strides up to me and grabs my neck. "Don't EVER talk to me like that again… ya hear?"
Hmm… Normally he'd grab my neck and immediately start choking me, but not this time. I wonder…
"Bakura, why do you have a Kansai accent*?"
((*Okay, so he doesn't really have that accent, but it amuses us to use it, just this once.))
"I ain't got no Kansai accent."
I ignore his claim and continue, "You've been listening to country music again*, haven't you?"
((*Hey, Tat-chan, don't diss my country music!!! (Rhap-chan)))
Bakura is silent, so silent that I could hear him grinding his teeth.
"Fuck you," he says finally.
"Yami's already done that for me," I chirp, deciding to tug his strings a bit more.
Slight mistake—Bakura howls furiously and draws his dagger. My eyes widen in fear. Perhaps I've gone too far? Yep, I have.
Then, with a nice clean swipe he slashes my arm, leaving a splatter of blood on the carpet. I expect him to laugh and gloat about how weak I am but he vanishes.
Before I can even think about what happened to my yami or call the hospital my eyelids grew heavy and I hear my body make a smooth, haunting 'plop' on the tiled floor.