Hey guys. Guess what?! I have no idea what I am going to do for this
chapter. Perhaps I will go with the flow, but, I don't have no flow, so,
whoa.....
See previous chapters for disclaimers.
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Chapter 9
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Ryou quickly picked up the young lady and the hand mirror before anyone could think he had done some, or any, harm to her. He couldn't care about the sketch book any less; he had found something much better.
As he walked back to his house, he seemed to be getting more and more stares. Was it the girl, was it him, or was it.... something else? He couldn't tell, and he couldn't care, all he could think about was getting the young brunette back to his home so as to figure out just what was supposed to be going on.
A quick turn to the left, and another to the right, Ryou was on his own street. He was also, on another person's street.
"Hey, Ryou, whose that?!" chimed a girls voice.
"Not right now Miho," Ryou told her as he kept walking.
"I bet you don't even know her name, do you Bakura?" Miho asked.
"You know what Miho, I couldn't care less about what her name was, all I want to do now, is take her back to my own house, alone, without anyone else, so I can help her," Ryou told her in a loud, but calm voice. His words gave Miho a sign to back down and she did so. After retreating to her house, and walking into her room, she picked up a purple telephone receiver.
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Ryou unlocked the door and kicked it open, the bang echoed throughout his house, but he didn't have time to listen to repeats of a door swinging open. He trudged past the front carpet where he knew he had drawn the picture of the girl he was currently carrying in his arms. When he entered the living room, he set her down on the couch and raised a pillow under her head.
He set the hand mirror on the coffee table in front of the couch and walked into the living room to retrieve a cold cloth.
While wetting it down and ringing it out just a bit, he thought he heard, or possibly seen from the corner of his eye, the young girl roll over onto her side.
When he returned from the kitchen sink he looked at her and noticed she had done just that. He rolled her over onto her back again and set the rinsed cloth onto her forehead. Just when Ryou thought she would make no movement, her eye lids fluttered open and she looked around with her eyes, not daring to move her head.
"Hullo," Ryou greeted, "Who are you,"
"Never you mind that, where am I?!" she asked, sitting up once she made an agreement with herself that Ryou wouldn't harm her.
"Um, you're in my home, who are you?" he asked again after a reply.
"Huh?" she asked after staring out the window, "Oh, uh...."
"Who is that lady with the strange hair?"
"Huh?" she asked once again.
"The lady, with, blue, strange hair,"
"Oh, you mean Wumei?" she asked. "She my Yami," she told him.
"And, you own a Millenium Item?" Ryou asked stunned.
"Oh, yeah, it's the Millenium Mirror," she exclaimed, grabbing it off the table in front of her, "I haven't quite conquered what it's supposed to do yet though," she said, sounding ashamed of herself.
"You'll get it right some day," Ryou reassured her, "Whats your name?"
"Huh?" she asked foolishly, her eyes were after traveling through door ways and over chairs and even over Ryou's hair, "Oh! My name's Vicky.... or, Vickari Meilynn Cromo, but, everyone calls me Vicky,"
"Ah, okay,"
"Who are you?"
"Ryou Bakura, my friends call me, Ryou, my enemies, call me Bakura. I'd prefer you to use Ryou though," he said, smiling at her.
She looked down, "So, you live here?" she asked, changing the topic.
"Uh-huh, where do you live?" he asked, but when she looked over to the window, he knew he shouldn't have asked.
"Slummin' it," she replied shamefully, just then, something hit her, "Wait, you know about the Millenium Items?"
Ryou sighed, thinking that she wasn't going to be the smartest friend he had, "Yes, I own one myself, and so does another one of my friends...."
"Oh, well, what's yours?"
"The Millenium Ring," he told her, lifting out from behind his shirt and showing it to her, "This is it," he told her.
He had positively no Idea what was going on as Vicky backed away from it, "Whats wrong?" Ryou asked her.
"I've had a dream of that thing," she exclaimed, now off the couch and backed into a wall.
"What happened in that dream...." he asked her, half of him not wanting to know what the answer was, the other half to curious for his own good.
"I'm not sure, but I am positively sure that Millenium Item was in there somewhere," she told him, now regretting getting off the couch as her curiosity was getting out of hand. She walked slowly towards Ryou and his Item, to get a better look at it.
Ryou noticed this and he held out his Millenium Ring for Vicky to see. As she took it in the palms of her hands, the Ring started to glow.
Ryou panicked, "Vicky, Hide, NOW!" he screeched as he snatched the ring back and hung it around his neck like before.
Though Vicky didn't know what was going on, she did as she was told, and slid herself underneath the couch.
Ryou let out a mirthful cry as was forced into his soul room, but he was soon replaced with his spiky-haired Yami and the yell had disappeared. *I know there is another mortal here,* Bakura thought to himself.
He checked the hallways and the kitchen, the closets and the bathrooms. He was right back where he started, in the living room standing in front of the black couch. He heard breathing, frightened, afraid, scared, wonderful breathing. He looked at the bottom of the couch and caught a glimpse of the material covering his view, move by someone's breath. He kneeled down on his knees and lifted the black sheet the separated himself and the frightened Vickari Meilynn Cromo.
A blinding light came into view, a bright, white, glistening light. But when it started to dense, the beauty was sucked with it. The Navy-Blue haired woman crawled from underneath the couch. Bakura knew her, by name, but he couldn't recognize her at first. He suddenly realized why. The American clothes had literally taken over the young women's life-style. The long bang on the left side of her face still covered one of her eyes, and the other side of her face still hade the short-er bangs that looked to still be uncontrollable. Her hair had gone all wild since her hikari ad moved to America, but she still had the tanned Egyptian skin, and of course, there was nothing she could about the scar on her right cheek.
She wore a black, tight leather tube-top and the Jean Capri's were tight as well, though when the Yami moved up to Bakura, he saw that they were quite move-able in.
His mood was previously content, though when Wumei smiled at him, he turned sour.
"What do you want," he muttered.
"It was you who wanted to harm my light, what do you want?" she said. Her voice had an under-taken English accent and it was dark and smooth.
"As it was I who asked first, I suggest you answer before I do," he advised, looking down at his Millenium Ring.
"I am here, to protect my hikari, and you, were there to harm her,"
"There are to be no mortals near my hikari, I stated that to him when he met me,"
"So you mean to say that he's not to leave the house, under any circumstances at all? You realize how foolish you are being Bakura,"
"Wumei Katsufracus, who in the name of dear Ra DO you think you, are, telling me how to run my hikari's life,"
"It is not you supposed to run you're hikari's life, it is Ryou himself,"
"WELL SO FAR HE'S DONE A PRETTY GOOD JOB OF SCREWING IT UP, IM HEAR TO HELP AND HE SHOULD KNOW THAT LINKING UP WITH A FEMALE MORTAL WILL MAKE MATTERS WORSE,"
"You're wrong Bakura," she stated, "It is his own life, he will decide for himself what is the right thing to do when the time comes, but you must be ready for that change, because you have been running his life, when he learns to walk on his feet by himself he will leave your world and travel to a new one completely. If you do not look after your hikari, Bakura, he may turn on any advice you give him," she told him. Though she was shaking, her voice was still steady and strong.
Bakura ignored her, "Leave my life Wumei, though you were once part of it. You yourself let you're hikari get into trouble,"
"I ONLY HELP HER WHEN SHE ASKS FOR IT," she yelled. "YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HER AND SHE'S HAD IT TOUGH FOR A LONG TIME,"
"On the contrary," Bakura smirked, "I know plenty about Vickari Meilynn Cromo,"
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Well, that was scary... REVIEWS EVERYONE! I KNOW I HAVEN'T UPDATED FOR A WHILE, SO, REVIEW!!!!
See previous chapters for disclaimers.
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Chapter 9
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Ryou quickly picked up the young lady and the hand mirror before anyone could think he had done some, or any, harm to her. He couldn't care about the sketch book any less; he had found something much better.
As he walked back to his house, he seemed to be getting more and more stares. Was it the girl, was it him, or was it.... something else? He couldn't tell, and he couldn't care, all he could think about was getting the young brunette back to his home so as to figure out just what was supposed to be going on.
A quick turn to the left, and another to the right, Ryou was on his own street. He was also, on another person's street.
"Hey, Ryou, whose that?!" chimed a girls voice.
"Not right now Miho," Ryou told her as he kept walking.
"I bet you don't even know her name, do you Bakura?" Miho asked.
"You know what Miho, I couldn't care less about what her name was, all I want to do now, is take her back to my own house, alone, without anyone else, so I can help her," Ryou told her in a loud, but calm voice. His words gave Miho a sign to back down and she did so. After retreating to her house, and walking into her room, she picked up a purple telephone receiver.
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Ryou unlocked the door and kicked it open, the bang echoed throughout his house, but he didn't have time to listen to repeats of a door swinging open. He trudged past the front carpet where he knew he had drawn the picture of the girl he was currently carrying in his arms. When he entered the living room, he set her down on the couch and raised a pillow under her head.
He set the hand mirror on the coffee table in front of the couch and walked into the living room to retrieve a cold cloth.
While wetting it down and ringing it out just a bit, he thought he heard, or possibly seen from the corner of his eye, the young girl roll over onto her side.
When he returned from the kitchen sink he looked at her and noticed she had done just that. He rolled her over onto her back again and set the rinsed cloth onto her forehead. Just when Ryou thought she would make no movement, her eye lids fluttered open and she looked around with her eyes, not daring to move her head.
"Hullo," Ryou greeted, "Who are you,"
"Never you mind that, where am I?!" she asked, sitting up once she made an agreement with herself that Ryou wouldn't harm her.
"Um, you're in my home, who are you?" he asked again after a reply.
"Huh?" she asked after staring out the window, "Oh, uh...."
"Who is that lady with the strange hair?"
"Huh?" she asked once again.
"The lady, with, blue, strange hair,"
"Oh, you mean Wumei?" she asked. "She my Yami," she told him.
"And, you own a Millenium Item?" Ryou asked stunned.
"Oh, yeah, it's the Millenium Mirror," she exclaimed, grabbing it off the table in front of her, "I haven't quite conquered what it's supposed to do yet though," she said, sounding ashamed of herself.
"You'll get it right some day," Ryou reassured her, "Whats your name?"
"Huh?" she asked foolishly, her eyes were after traveling through door ways and over chairs and even over Ryou's hair, "Oh! My name's Vicky.... or, Vickari Meilynn Cromo, but, everyone calls me Vicky,"
"Ah, okay,"
"Who are you?"
"Ryou Bakura, my friends call me, Ryou, my enemies, call me Bakura. I'd prefer you to use Ryou though," he said, smiling at her.
She looked down, "So, you live here?" she asked, changing the topic.
"Uh-huh, where do you live?" he asked, but when she looked over to the window, he knew he shouldn't have asked.
"Slummin' it," she replied shamefully, just then, something hit her, "Wait, you know about the Millenium Items?"
Ryou sighed, thinking that she wasn't going to be the smartest friend he had, "Yes, I own one myself, and so does another one of my friends...."
"Oh, well, what's yours?"
"The Millenium Ring," he told her, lifting out from behind his shirt and showing it to her, "This is it," he told her.
He had positively no Idea what was going on as Vicky backed away from it, "Whats wrong?" Ryou asked her.
"I've had a dream of that thing," she exclaimed, now off the couch and backed into a wall.
"What happened in that dream...." he asked her, half of him not wanting to know what the answer was, the other half to curious for his own good.
"I'm not sure, but I am positively sure that Millenium Item was in there somewhere," she told him, now regretting getting off the couch as her curiosity was getting out of hand. She walked slowly towards Ryou and his Item, to get a better look at it.
Ryou noticed this and he held out his Millenium Ring for Vicky to see. As she took it in the palms of her hands, the Ring started to glow.
Ryou panicked, "Vicky, Hide, NOW!" he screeched as he snatched the ring back and hung it around his neck like before.
Though Vicky didn't know what was going on, she did as she was told, and slid herself underneath the couch.
Ryou let out a mirthful cry as was forced into his soul room, but he was soon replaced with his spiky-haired Yami and the yell had disappeared. *I know there is another mortal here,* Bakura thought to himself.
He checked the hallways and the kitchen, the closets and the bathrooms. He was right back where he started, in the living room standing in front of the black couch. He heard breathing, frightened, afraid, scared, wonderful breathing. He looked at the bottom of the couch and caught a glimpse of the material covering his view, move by someone's breath. He kneeled down on his knees and lifted the black sheet the separated himself and the frightened Vickari Meilynn Cromo.
A blinding light came into view, a bright, white, glistening light. But when it started to dense, the beauty was sucked with it. The Navy-Blue haired woman crawled from underneath the couch. Bakura knew her, by name, but he couldn't recognize her at first. He suddenly realized why. The American clothes had literally taken over the young women's life-style. The long bang on the left side of her face still covered one of her eyes, and the other side of her face still hade the short-er bangs that looked to still be uncontrollable. Her hair had gone all wild since her hikari ad moved to America, but she still had the tanned Egyptian skin, and of course, there was nothing she could about the scar on her right cheek.
She wore a black, tight leather tube-top and the Jean Capri's were tight as well, though when the Yami moved up to Bakura, he saw that they were quite move-able in.
His mood was previously content, though when Wumei smiled at him, he turned sour.
"What do you want," he muttered.
"It was you who wanted to harm my light, what do you want?" she said. Her voice had an under-taken English accent and it was dark and smooth.
"As it was I who asked first, I suggest you answer before I do," he advised, looking down at his Millenium Ring.
"I am here, to protect my hikari, and you, were there to harm her,"
"There are to be no mortals near my hikari, I stated that to him when he met me,"
"So you mean to say that he's not to leave the house, under any circumstances at all? You realize how foolish you are being Bakura,"
"Wumei Katsufracus, who in the name of dear Ra DO you think you, are, telling me how to run my hikari's life,"
"It is not you supposed to run you're hikari's life, it is Ryou himself,"
"WELL SO FAR HE'S DONE A PRETTY GOOD JOB OF SCREWING IT UP, IM HEAR TO HELP AND HE SHOULD KNOW THAT LINKING UP WITH A FEMALE MORTAL WILL MAKE MATTERS WORSE,"
"You're wrong Bakura," she stated, "It is his own life, he will decide for himself what is the right thing to do when the time comes, but you must be ready for that change, because you have been running his life, when he learns to walk on his feet by himself he will leave your world and travel to a new one completely. If you do not look after your hikari, Bakura, he may turn on any advice you give him," she told him. Though she was shaking, her voice was still steady and strong.
Bakura ignored her, "Leave my life Wumei, though you were once part of it. You yourself let you're hikari get into trouble,"
"I ONLY HELP HER WHEN SHE ASKS FOR IT," she yelled. "YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HER AND SHE'S HAD IT TOUGH FOR A LONG TIME,"
"On the contrary," Bakura smirked, "I know plenty about Vickari Meilynn Cromo,"
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Well, that was scary... REVIEWS EVERYONE! I KNOW I HAVEN'T UPDATED FOR A WHILE, SO, REVIEW!!!!