Chapter 16
"Hi." I shut the oak door behind me. His uncombed hair hung loosed around his shoulders. I flinched as his dark eyes glared at my notation to start a conversation.
"Look." I rubbed my arms together for something to say that didn't sound stupid. "I didn't mean what I said last night, I just wasn't feeling like myself, and."
I cut my self off. My eyes starred at his unmoving figure. The icy wind caused me to move a strand of hair that found its way into the center of my pale face. I wasn't used to saying sorry, in fact I must have only said it twice in my entire life, if I wasn't mistaken.
"Are you coming back to live with Ryou and me?" He said in a threatening tone.
"I may." I answered truthfully.
"But, then it all depends if you two want me back." I shifted my feet.
"I don't care, just don't get in my way." He snapped, causing me to flinch.
"Ok. then I'll get my stuff and come back." I walked back into the house. Leaving behind a note I got my things then drove back to Ryou's house.
^^^***^^^
When I parked the drive way I could see Ryou standing at the door. As I neared him he gave me a short hug then told me that he was going to see an old friend from school. I said bye then walked inside. I tripped over a jacket that was thrown carelessly onto the floor. Walking over it I went upstairs.
I threw myself onto the bed. I peered at the ceiling as though it held all the answers to my pain and suffering. My hands traced over the tattoo that I had gotten when I was at least 13 years old. It was on the back of my neck. The serpent's long fangs dripped a single drop of blood. The cobra's pose showed that it was ready to strike. The man had colored its scales black and gold. Getting bored of it I placed my hand back down.
I wore A pare of torn jeans with a white sleevless shirt with a black ying- yang on it. I had 2 gold cuffs on each wrist. My Jet-black hair now had two silver streaks in the front. My lips were painted a deep crimson, which matched with my attitude. Black eyeliner made my face look paler then I already was.
People back in Egypt used to always made fun of my skin tone. Unlike theirs, mine was as pale as a ghost. Actually, when I walked out at night people would take one look at me then run. It gave me a lot of power. I gave an evil smile remembering how much trouble I had caused and got into. People used to be scared of me and used to feed me energy with their frightened behaviors toward me. I gave a smirk.
I closed my eyes remembering those great times. Suddenly the bed bounced as Bakura jumped on it. I turned over to see a pair of amused eyes melting into mine.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"You can at least try and make a really good lie."
"I don't feel like it."
"I am tired."
"Go to sleep."
"Ok."
He rolled over so is back faced me then started to drift off. I muttered at silent curse underneath my breath before falling asleep next to him.
^^^***^^^
Ryou locked the door after him. The lights were all off and all was silent. He crept towards Bakura's room. Seeing no one there he advanced toward Nakhti's bedroom.
Both Nakthti and Bakura were fast asleep. Their backs facing each other they fitted perfectly together. Ryou smiled silently to himself. He didn't care if they truly loved each other for he loved someone else.
Silently He padded back to his room then fell asleep as well.
^^^***^^^
The steam rose from the coffee pot causing a welcoming scent of coco beans, which had drifted into the morning air. The pancakes turned from liquid to a soft solid, cooked on the stove. The beacon sizzled on its separate pan.
Nakhti flipped over one of the golden pancakes. She wore a green tang top, and white nightgown pants with small green frogs all over them. She also wore a green robe, which felt like silk on the bare skin. Its light material flowed gently at her sides when she moved to get something. Someone might have mistaken for her as a sweet, loving, gentle angel, but deep down she was a rude, cruel, disrespectful bitch with no care for anyone to who wasn't close to her.
She hummed something under her breath as she set the table and put the orange juice on the table. When Ryou walked in he smiled at her warmly, 'It was like an older sister I never had', he thought this when he went into the bathroom to take his morning shower.
Bakura was the last one who wake up from his wonderful rest. When he stormed into the kitchen like he usually did when the beauty in the kitchen stopped him short. It took him a moment before realizing that it was the same jerk that beat the shit out of him the first time they met.
He took a seat at the table watching her grace around the kitchen.
"I didn't know you could cook." He chuckled at her reply.
"Good morning to you to." She answered back.
" And yes I can cook, but I never felt like it."
Bakura sighed quietly as she placed the breakfast on the table.
"Say anything rude about my cooking and I'll rip of your head and use it as a Christmas ornament." She smirked at him as he twitched.
Ryou sat at the end of the counter.
"Thank you for making breakfast, I hope it wasn't to much trouble." He placed two pancakes and some beacon on his plate, and then poured everyone some orange juice.
"No prob." I answered.
I sat at the table and helped myself.
"At least it's better then Ryou's cooking." He mumbled after gulping down about five pancakes.
"I heard that!" Ryou mumbled.
Nakhti only smirked.
"We need to go shopping for some things around the house and for some new clothes for me and you guys."
"I'll stay home." Bakura started to get up.
"No your not. You are coming with us. You live here to and you will help!" She crossed her arms.
"I don't want to, besides you can't make me." He snarled.
"Um.Bakura do you like syrup or butter?" Her eyes gave off a tint of warning.
Finally Bakura gave in and Ryou and her went to the mall.
^^^***^^^
"I think this would look great in the living room instead of that piece of piece of shit you call a couch." I studied a beautiful sofa. It was black with a gold outlining. The pattern was outlined in a navy blue. I quickly checked out the price.
"Besides, It's on sale." I stated. We bought the couch then walked directly to the paint store.
"We should use like blacks, whites, and gold's for the living room. It'll match with the couch."
"How are we to pay for all this?" His British accent told her that he didn't carry a lot of money.
"I have some. Plus, you know that slut named Deana Gallery?"
"Yes, you mean the one who is in History class?"
She nodded.
I pulled out a credit card with her name on it.
"Where did you get that?" His jaw dropped.
"I stole it when I was beating the crap out of her when she called me a piece of dirt underneath her feet in front of the class." I gave a devilish smile as I paid the paint and supplies with her credit card.
"That's why she had a black eye..." He took the bags and ran to keep up with her.
The day flew by as they got furnisher, paint, etc., etc. As they pilled into the car Nakhti flung the credit card into the parking lot then Bakura took over Ryou's body. Nakhti started to drive. The sunroof was open to let the cold air inside the car.
The speed meter started to rise with each turn. Surprisingly they didn't get a ticket.
Pulling into the driveway she started to unpack the things from the back seat and the trunk. (The big furnisher was being delivered tomorrow) Bakura helped out a little.
^^^***^^^ "White!"
"Black!"
"I told you already! You shouldn't paint a dark living room black! It makes it seem like a cemetery!"
"I want my living room Black!"
"It isn't your living room, Its Ryou's!"
The pissed of yami and the Egyptian girl both starred at Ryou.
"Um.we could paint it gold." He shuddered as two gave him a death glare.
"Or.White." Bakura got ready to chock him as Ryou ran upstairs trying to get out of the argument.
"Ha-ha! I told you white was better to paint a living room!" She mocked. She got ready to paint when a cold liquid was poured onto her black hair. Nakhti stood still as the black paint started to drip down her back and then onto the cloth that was protecting the floor.
"We are painting it black!" He snapped into her ear.
^^^***^^^
'The little bustard! He can't just throw paint on my back and get his way!' I grabbed a handful of the white paint from a can and flew it at bakura. I landed in the middle of his pants.
"Geeze, you'd think a guy over 5,000 years old would learn to use a toilet!" I fell to my knees in laughter.
Bakura cursed under his breath before flinging a glob of gold onto Nakhti's shirt.
^^^***^^^
When Ryou finally came down after the paint war both Bakura and I were panting for breath and the room was covered with gold, black, and white paint.
Ryou nearly fainted when he saw the mess.
"Is there enough paint to paint the room a.decent color?" Ryou asked.
"No." I mumbled. I stood up and started to clean up a bit. I had hid a can of black for my room.
"Well I'm am going to redecorate my sort of room. Oh, and bakura? You have to move your bed into my room when you are done cleaning this mess up." I grabbed the hidden paint and a few small items for my half of the room.
The room was now going to be split down the side. The room was shaped like a rectangle. There were two windows and a closet. Ryou needed the room Bakura was using as 'his' room for a storage/guest room. The bedroom was going to be split between Bakura and me. My side would have the two windows while Bakura's had the closet. My half was going to be painted a black with white outlining. I didn't know what Bakura was going to do with his.
The first thing I did was take black tape then stick down the center. I shifted my bed so if you sit on it and had the window open and you rolled a bit too far you'd fall out. Then, I catty cornered the dresser in the far left hand of the room. I placed a small rug (in the shaped of a ying-yang) Right next to my bed. Bakura soon came in a shoved his bed in the corner then pushed his dresser facing on the other side of the closet.
The paint buckets were being held in the closet until tomorrow. After I took a shower I climbed into the small but decent bed then fell asleep.
^^^***^^^
Bakura slammed the door to his now shared room. Ryou had just committed him, Yami, Yugi, Joey, Tea, Tristan, and Nakhti to go camping. He didn't even ask him it was ok.
He threw himself on the bed. Not long after a dark red pillow hit him in the head. When he looked up, he could see Nakhti sitting upright in her bed.
"Thanks for waking me up!" He snapped before turning on her side so her back faced him.
"You welcome." He flung the pillow back, aiming for her head, but only to have it snatched by her right and then placed it under her head.
^^^***^^^ I tiptoed into the closet and changed into a pair of flared pants and a red long- sleeved shirt with flared sleeves. My hair was held out of my face with a purple headband. I tiptoed back to my bed and made it quickly.
I checked the time. The red clock read 5:53 a.m. I grabbed my Walkman and listened to the steady music, which was now going through my head.
"Come on, step inside, and you will realize. Tell me what you need, tell me what to be. What's your vision? You'll see, what do you expect of me? I can't lose it... lie."
I shifted my position on the bed so I was starring at the outside. I opened it a little to let some of the air inside the room.
"Hate!
I sing my words
I'm fucked at dealing,
with your life
dead bodies everywhere.
You! Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.
Let me strip the plain, let me not give in.
Free me of your life, inside my heart dies.
Your dreams never achieved, don't lay that shit on me.
Let me live my... life.
Hate!
I sing my words
I'm fucked at dealing,
with your life
dead bodies everywhere.
You!
Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.
You want me to be, something I can never ever be!
I sing my words
I'm fucked at dealing,
with your life
dead bodies everywhere.
You!
Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.
Dead bodies everywhere!"
"Hi." I shut the oak door behind me. His uncombed hair hung loosed around his shoulders. I flinched as his dark eyes glared at my notation to start a conversation.
"Look." I rubbed my arms together for something to say that didn't sound stupid. "I didn't mean what I said last night, I just wasn't feeling like myself, and."
I cut my self off. My eyes starred at his unmoving figure. The icy wind caused me to move a strand of hair that found its way into the center of my pale face. I wasn't used to saying sorry, in fact I must have only said it twice in my entire life, if I wasn't mistaken.
"Are you coming back to live with Ryou and me?" He said in a threatening tone.
"I may." I answered truthfully.
"But, then it all depends if you two want me back." I shifted my feet.
"I don't care, just don't get in my way." He snapped, causing me to flinch.
"Ok. then I'll get my stuff and come back." I walked back into the house. Leaving behind a note I got my things then drove back to Ryou's house.
^^^***^^^
When I parked the drive way I could see Ryou standing at the door. As I neared him he gave me a short hug then told me that he was going to see an old friend from school. I said bye then walked inside. I tripped over a jacket that was thrown carelessly onto the floor. Walking over it I went upstairs.
I threw myself onto the bed. I peered at the ceiling as though it held all the answers to my pain and suffering. My hands traced over the tattoo that I had gotten when I was at least 13 years old. It was on the back of my neck. The serpent's long fangs dripped a single drop of blood. The cobra's pose showed that it was ready to strike. The man had colored its scales black and gold. Getting bored of it I placed my hand back down.
I wore A pare of torn jeans with a white sleevless shirt with a black ying- yang on it. I had 2 gold cuffs on each wrist. My Jet-black hair now had two silver streaks in the front. My lips were painted a deep crimson, which matched with my attitude. Black eyeliner made my face look paler then I already was.
People back in Egypt used to always made fun of my skin tone. Unlike theirs, mine was as pale as a ghost. Actually, when I walked out at night people would take one look at me then run. It gave me a lot of power. I gave an evil smile remembering how much trouble I had caused and got into. People used to be scared of me and used to feed me energy with their frightened behaviors toward me. I gave a smirk.
I closed my eyes remembering those great times. Suddenly the bed bounced as Bakura jumped on it. I turned over to see a pair of amused eyes melting into mine.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"You can at least try and make a really good lie."
"I don't feel like it."
"I am tired."
"Go to sleep."
"Ok."
He rolled over so is back faced me then started to drift off. I muttered at silent curse underneath my breath before falling asleep next to him.
^^^***^^^
Ryou locked the door after him. The lights were all off and all was silent. He crept towards Bakura's room. Seeing no one there he advanced toward Nakhti's bedroom.
Both Nakthti and Bakura were fast asleep. Their backs facing each other they fitted perfectly together. Ryou smiled silently to himself. He didn't care if they truly loved each other for he loved someone else.
Silently He padded back to his room then fell asleep as well.
^^^***^^^
The steam rose from the coffee pot causing a welcoming scent of coco beans, which had drifted into the morning air. The pancakes turned from liquid to a soft solid, cooked on the stove. The beacon sizzled on its separate pan.
Nakhti flipped over one of the golden pancakes. She wore a green tang top, and white nightgown pants with small green frogs all over them. She also wore a green robe, which felt like silk on the bare skin. Its light material flowed gently at her sides when she moved to get something. Someone might have mistaken for her as a sweet, loving, gentle angel, but deep down she was a rude, cruel, disrespectful bitch with no care for anyone to who wasn't close to her.
She hummed something under her breath as she set the table and put the orange juice on the table. When Ryou walked in he smiled at her warmly, 'It was like an older sister I never had', he thought this when he went into the bathroom to take his morning shower.
Bakura was the last one who wake up from his wonderful rest. When he stormed into the kitchen like he usually did when the beauty in the kitchen stopped him short. It took him a moment before realizing that it was the same jerk that beat the shit out of him the first time they met.
He took a seat at the table watching her grace around the kitchen.
"I didn't know you could cook." He chuckled at her reply.
"Good morning to you to." She answered back.
" And yes I can cook, but I never felt like it."
Bakura sighed quietly as she placed the breakfast on the table.
"Say anything rude about my cooking and I'll rip of your head and use it as a Christmas ornament." She smirked at him as he twitched.
Ryou sat at the end of the counter.
"Thank you for making breakfast, I hope it wasn't to much trouble." He placed two pancakes and some beacon on his plate, and then poured everyone some orange juice.
"No prob." I answered.
I sat at the table and helped myself.
"At least it's better then Ryou's cooking." He mumbled after gulping down about five pancakes.
"I heard that!" Ryou mumbled.
Nakhti only smirked.
"We need to go shopping for some things around the house and for some new clothes for me and you guys."
"I'll stay home." Bakura started to get up.
"No your not. You are coming with us. You live here to and you will help!" She crossed her arms.
"I don't want to, besides you can't make me." He snarled.
"Um.Bakura do you like syrup or butter?" Her eyes gave off a tint of warning.
Finally Bakura gave in and Ryou and her went to the mall.
^^^***^^^
"I think this would look great in the living room instead of that piece of piece of shit you call a couch." I studied a beautiful sofa. It was black with a gold outlining. The pattern was outlined in a navy blue. I quickly checked out the price.
"Besides, It's on sale." I stated. We bought the couch then walked directly to the paint store.
"We should use like blacks, whites, and gold's for the living room. It'll match with the couch."
"How are we to pay for all this?" His British accent told her that he didn't carry a lot of money.
"I have some. Plus, you know that slut named Deana Gallery?"
"Yes, you mean the one who is in History class?"
She nodded.
I pulled out a credit card with her name on it.
"Where did you get that?" His jaw dropped.
"I stole it when I was beating the crap out of her when she called me a piece of dirt underneath her feet in front of the class." I gave a devilish smile as I paid the paint and supplies with her credit card.
"That's why she had a black eye..." He took the bags and ran to keep up with her.
The day flew by as they got furnisher, paint, etc., etc. As they pilled into the car Nakhti flung the credit card into the parking lot then Bakura took over Ryou's body. Nakhti started to drive. The sunroof was open to let the cold air inside the car.
The speed meter started to rise with each turn. Surprisingly they didn't get a ticket.
Pulling into the driveway she started to unpack the things from the back seat and the trunk. (The big furnisher was being delivered tomorrow) Bakura helped out a little.
^^^***^^^ "White!"
"Black!"
"I told you already! You shouldn't paint a dark living room black! It makes it seem like a cemetery!"
"I want my living room Black!"
"It isn't your living room, Its Ryou's!"
The pissed of yami and the Egyptian girl both starred at Ryou.
"Um.we could paint it gold." He shuddered as two gave him a death glare.
"Or.White." Bakura got ready to chock him as Ryou ran upstairs trying to get out of the argument.
"Ha-ha! I told you white was better to paint a living room!" She mocked. She got ready to paint when a cold liquid was poured onto her black hair. Nakhti stood still as the black paint started to drip down her back and then onto the cloth that was protecting the floor.
"We are painting it black!" He snapped into her ear.
^^^***^^^
'The little bustard! He can't just throw paint on my back and get his way!' I grabbed a handful of the white paint from a can and flew it at bakura. I landed in the middle of his pants.
"Geeze, you'd think a guy over 5,000 years old would learn to use a toilet!" I fell to my knees in laughter.
Bakura cursed under his breath before flinging a glob of gold onto Nakhti's shirt.
^^^***^^^
When Ryou finally came down after the paint war both Bakura and I were panting for breath and the room was covered with gold, black, and white paint.
Ryou nearly fainted when he saw the mess.
"Is there enough paint to paint the room a.decent color?" Ryou asked.
"No." I mumbled. I stood up and started to clean up a bit. I had hid a can of black for my room.
"Well I'm am going to redecorate my sort of room. Oh, and bakura? You have to move your bed into my room when you are done cleaning this mess up." I grabbed the hidden paint and a few small items for my half of the room.
The room was now going to be split down the side. The room was shaped like a rectangle. There were two windows and a closet. Ryou needed the room Bakura was using as 'his' room for a storage/guest room. The bedroom was going to be split between Bakura and me. My side would have the two windows while Bakura's had the closet. My half was going to be painted a black with white outlining. I didn't know what Bakura was going to do with his.
The first thing I did was take black tape then stick down the center. I shifted my bed so if you sit on it and had the window open and you rolled a bit too far you'd fall out. Then, I catty cornered the dresser in the far left hand of the room. I placed a small rug (in the shaped of a ying-yang) Right next to my bed. Bakura soon came in a shoved his bed in the corner then pushed his dresser facing on the other side of the closet.
The paint buckets were being held in the closet until tomorrow. After I took a shower I climbed into the small but decent bed then fell asleep.
^^^***^^^
Bakura slammed the door to his now shared room. Ryou had just committed him, Yami, Yugi, Joey, Tea, Tristan, and Nakhti to go camping. He didn't even ask him it was ok.
He threw himself on the bed. Not long after a dark red pillow hit him in the head. When he looked up, he could see Nakhti sitting upright in her bed.
"Thanks for waking me up!" He snapped before turning on her side so her back faced him.
"You welcome." He flung the pillow back, aiming for her head, but only to have it snatched by her right and then placed it under her head.
^^^***^^^ I tiptoed into the closet and changed into a pair of flared pants and a red long- sleeved shirt with flared sleeves. My hair was held out of my face with a purple headband. I tiptoed back to my bed and made it quickly.
I checked the time. The red clock read 5:53 a.m. I grabbed my Walkman and listened to the steady music, which was now going through my head.
"Come on, step inside, and you will realize. Tell me what you need, tell me what to be. What's your vision? You'll see, what do you expect of me? I can't lose it... lie."
I shifted my position on the bed so I was starring at the outside. I opened it a little to let some of the air inside the room.
"Hate!
I sing my words
I'm fucked at dealing,
with your life
dead bodies everywhere.
You! Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.
Let me strip the plain, let me not give in.
Free me of your life, inside my heart dies.
Your dreams never achieved, don't lay that shit on me.
Let me live my... life.
Hate!
I sing my words
I'm fucked at dealing,
with your life
dead bodies everywhere.
You!
Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.
You want me to be, something I can never ever be!
I sing my words
I'm fucked at dealing,
with your life
dead bodies everywhere.
You!
Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.
Dead bodies everywhere!"