Disclaimer: I do not like green eggs and ham, so owner of YGO I am . . .
NOT.
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"Where the hell IS HE!"
When he finally threw that particular chair, it managed to rivet a dent in the floral wallpaper, though the maddened one did not care in the least.
Bakura tried yelling. He tried the Ring. He tried pounding . . . hell, he even tried ~coaxing~ for Osiris' sake, but nothing changed. It really ~was~ a hopeless venture, no matter how well he tried to convince himself otherwise.
When that reality finally slapped him in the face, he faltered in the façade of madness; It really happened. To ~him~.
His stupid Hikari . . . no, ~Ryou~ was gone.
He bit down, using the swollen emptiness as a rather uncomfortable cushion. That must have been the most daring thing the cowardly . . . ~Ryou~ had done in his entire pathetic life. The fool. /He already knew that I will catch up with him soon./
Though he thought it rather disconcerting, NEVER frightening, for he would never admit to something as ridiculous as that, that his Ring did not help his venture of seeking. They were both connected in its power, but this morning it seemed to reflect that ~he~ was the only one there, the only one under its pleasureful power. Not a bad thing really; that foolish boy never understood the true wonder of power, but it did make things a great deal more difficult in finding him again.
/Probably ran off to nowhere again . . . stupid, why do I bother?/
Just as he prepared to stomp out of the doorway, the phone rang. Ryou's misty stolen memories understood that this was an action in which to respond to, nearly immediately in a preferable sense; one of the few unconstructive honorifics that went with living in modern times. Now, Bakura was never one to be considered "honorable", not even in Egypt where he lived his life out (he was a tomb robber for gods' sake!), but that shrill ring slicing the silence unmercifully caught him at a bad time. He was too riled up in anger, and bitter deceptions to think much over before he answered.
"What do you want?!"
"You . . . BASTARD!"
Malik's voice was backed considerably with uncontrolled magic, and was powerful even on the other side of the phone line, and Bakura blanched in surprise. For once, he nearly faltered in a witty retort to something less- than flattering.
" . . . W-what?"
He heard a shuffling on the other line, and distinctive ~*snap*~ of a closing door. The snow-haired spirit tightened his stomach.
"You really don't get it, do you?"
This was Yami Malik, though his voice was a merest natural tone than used normally . . . something Bakura hadn't heard since the innocent days of childhood, back in Egypt.
"What the hell are you talking about?!" he yelled into the receiver, regaining the slightest bit of his normal composure.
"Have you even noticed what's missing yet?" how puzzling.
But Bakura contorted in rage and blaming.
"You have him, don't you?!"
"Why would you care."
/Stupid Yami . . . talking in questions . . . trying to intimidate me . . . /
"He's MINE dammit! MY Hikari! How dare you . . . "
"Dare I ~what~?" Yami Malik's voice was now seething in the anger. "~You~ shouldn't have the right to anything." Pause. "Much less live again, as you're doing now."
It was all too much. Bakura was too shocked to respond coherently, so a pregnant pause between them lengthened, and lengthened--
"But you're wrong. We don't . . . or at least we don't anymore, have him with us."
He instinctively shut his eyes and wisely waited for him to continue.
"He left about seven-o-clock this morning. I can't believe I'm telling you this, I didn't even tell my Aibou."
Bakura contained too much swollen pride to thank him as dearly as he felt inside.
"I'm going to bring that . . . ~pathetic~ boy back."
However, the Malik had more to say.
"How you ever managed to get such an honest soul as his, I doubt I shall comprehend. You never deserved his gentleness . . . ever. My Aibou, I believe, has the correct opinion about you."
The dial tone engulfed every coherent thought in Bakura's mind. He slid slowly down the wall, and the phone carelessly clattered to the floor.
A single teardrop rolled down his cheek.
He had never cried before. Never had anything to cry over.
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Alright, this chapter IS short, but I have good reason to believe that the last one was longer than normal. THANK YOU SOOOOOOOO VERY MUCH REVIEWERS! *giggles uncontrollably*
You don't understand how wonderful a feeling is as when you get a review for your efforts. It's unbelievable almost to think that someone actually likes my stuff. . .thank you again!
(Especially to Serina {sp?}, you've stuck with this thing for a while, huh? ^^)
Okay, OFFICIALLY Happy New Year!
giggleplex
NOT.
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"Where the hell IS HE!"
When he finally threw that particular chair, it managed to rivet a dent in the floral wallpaper, though the maddened one did not care in the least.
Bakura tried yelling. He tried the Ring. He tried pounding . . . hell, he even tried ~coaxing~ for Osiris' sake, but nothing changed. It really ~was~ a hopeless venture, no matter how well he tried to convince himself otherwise.
When that reality finally slapped him in the face, he faltered in the façade of madness; It really happened. To ~him~.
His stupid Hikari . . . no, ~Ryou~ was gone.
He bit down, using the swollen emptiness as a rather uncomfortable cushion. That must have been the most daring thing the cowardly . . . ~Ryou~ had done in his entire pathetic life. The fool. /He already knew that I will catch up with him soon./
Though he thought it rather disconcerting, NEVER frightening, for he would never admit to something as ridiculous as that, that his Ring did not help his venture of seeking. They were both connected in its power, but this morning it seemed to reflect that ~he~ was the only one there, the only one under its pleasureful power. Not a bad thing really; that foolish boy never understood the true wonder of power, but it did make things a great deal more difficult in finding him again.
/Probably ran off to nowhere again . . . stupid, why do I bother?/
Just as he prepared to stomp out of the doorway, the phone rang. Ryou's misty stolen memories understood that this was an action in which to respond to, nearly immediately in a preferable sense; one of the few unconstructive honorifics that went with living in modern times. Now, Bakura was never one to be considered "honorable", not even in Egypt where he lived his life out (he was a tomb robber for gods' sake!), but that shrill ring slicing the silence unmercifully caught him at a bad time. He was too riled up in anger, and bitter deceptions to think much over before he answered.
"What do you want?!"
"You . . . BASTARD!"
Malik's voice was backed considerably with uncontrolled magic, and was powerful even on the other side of the phone line, and Bakura blanched in surprise. For once, he nearly faltered in a witty retort to something less- than flattering.
" . . . W-what?"
He heard a shuffling on the other line, and distinctive ~*snap*~ of a closing door. The snow-haired spirit tightened his stomach.
"You really don't get it, do you?"
This was Yami Malik, though his voice was a merest natural tone than used normally . . . something Bakura hadn't heard since the innocent days of childhood, back in Egypt.
"What the hell are you talking about?!" he yelled into the receiver, regaining the slightest bit of his normal composure.
"Have you even noticed what's missing yet?" how puzzling.
But Bakura contorted in rage and blaming.
"You have him, don't you?!"
"Why would you care."
/Stupid Yami . . . talking in questions . . . trying to intimidate me . . . /
"He's MINE dammit! MY Hikari! How dare you . . . "
"Dare I ~what~?" Yami Malik's voice was now seething in the anger. "~You~ shouldn't have the right to anything." Pause. "Much less live again, as you're doing now."
It was all too much. Bakura was too shocked to respond coherently, so a pregnant pause between them lengthened, and lengthened--
"But you're wrong. We don't . . . or at least we don't anymore, have him with us."
He instinctively shut his eyes and wisely waited for him to continue.
"He left about seven-o-clock this morning. I can't believe I'm telling you this, I didn't even tell my Aibou."
Bakura contained too much swollen pride to thank him as dearly as he felt inside.
"I'm going to bring that . . . ~pathetic~ boy back."
However, the Malik had more to say.
"How you ever managed to get such an honest soul as his, I doubt I shall comprehend. You never deserved his gentleness . . . ever. My Aibou, I believe, has the correct opinion about you."
The dial tone engulfed every coherent thought in Bakura's mind. He slid slowly down the wall, and the phone carelessly clattered to the floor.
A single teardrop rolled down his cheek.
He had never cried before. Never had anything to cry over.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Alright, this chapter IS short, but I have good reason to believe that the last one was longer than normal. THANK YOU SOOOOOOOO VERY MUCH REVIEWERS! *giggles uncontrollably*
You don't understand how wonderful a feeling is as when you get a review for your efforts. It's unbelievable almost to think that someone actually likes my stuff. . .thank you again!
(Especially to Serina {sp?}, you've stuck with this thing for a while, huh? ^^)
Okay, OFFICIALLY Happy New Year!
giggleplex