Chapter 19
Inching off the couch I head upstairs where I can here objects breaking then more cursing. Ryou was standing right outside the door.
"Do you know what's wrong with him?" He asked looking confused.
"I told him he was going to be a dad." I said in a bored tone.
"Oh-" He turned around again. then fainted. Sighing. I dragged the white haired teenager away from the door.
I knocked on the door.
"FUCK OFF!"
I knocked again.
Something crashed into the door causing me to jump back.
'That batter have not belonged to me.' I turned the knob. It was locked.
'Shit bubbles.'
I knocked on the door.
He growled from inside.
"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR YOU STUPID TOMB-ROBBER!" I screamed.
Everything went silent. Something broke, breaking the silence. Patience lost I kicked at the door. It opened.
Bakura stood there holding up my most prized possession, A picture of my mother in a glass frame.
"Put that down."
"Why should I?"
I tackled him. The picture landed softly on my bed.
"What were you doing with my stuff?" I snarled as he blocked one of my punches. He flipped me over so I was pinned on my back.
"Your stuff was the only thing that I could break." He growled.
"Did you touch my glass figure of a dragon?" I asked, easily punching him in the face, causing his lip to bleed.
He glared down me. I turned my head and saw my glass dragon in 100 pieces.
"You son of a bitch!" I kicked him where the sun don't shine causing him to literally fall off of me.
He moaned in pain as he still laid there holding his you-know-what.
Smirking I brushed off some dust that had found its way onto my clothes.
"You are so DEAD! " he whimpered.
Rolling my eyes I sat on the bed and watched him in his moment of pain. After 15 minutes he stood up and stalked over to me.
I chuckled as he limped. He picked me up from the collar of my shirt then pushed me into a corner. Ducking as he tried to punch me I tried to get out of the corner but failed. Bakura grabbed my hair causing me to stand up. He smacked me hard against my face sending me backward into the wall.
Smirking he kicked me in my leg sending me falling to my knees.
'Oh shit.' the spirit knelt down in from of me. He raised my head up then slapped me across the face.
He lifted me head again but before he could touch me I scratched him across the face. His left side of his face started bleeding. I kicked pushed to the side then stumbled toward the door. Bakura tackled me from behind.
Pinning me to the ground he snapped, "So, is the 'baby' a girl or a boy?"
"A girl."
"I hate females." and slapped me across the face.
"Well then why did you have sex with one." I snapped back. Kicking him off of me. I scrambled away from him.
"Good question." He walked over to me. I had been sitting on my bed. Inching away from him as He advanced nearer I nearly fell off the bed.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
He raised and eyebrow.
"Are you scarred?" He asked in a taunting voice.
"Yes.yes I am." I confessed.
His eyes widened.
"Why?"
"Because. the dad of my soon to be baby is a psycho, abusive, spirit who has no feelings toward anyone." I a few tears ran down my face.
"I have feelings just a bad temper. " I drew my knees up toward my chest and hugged myself tightly.
Bakura moved next to me then awkwardly wrapped his arms around my shoulder, letting me cry on his chest. Soon I had fallen asleep in his arms.
* ! *
I sighed and placed the girl down on the bed. Before lying down as well I looked at Nakhti's photo of her mother. Her mother looked just like her. She was sitting on a swing with nakhti on her lap. I placed the picture on Nakhti's bedside table then shut off the light.
Pulling the covers back I squirmed underneath them. Letting nakhti sliver into my arms I laid my head back on the pillow. I reached up to pull to shades over the window then shut my eyes. I then fell asleep next to her.
Inching off the couch I head upstairs where I can here objects breaking then more cursing. Ryou was standing right outside the door.
"Do you know what's wrong with him?" He asked looking confused.
"I told him he was going to be a dad." I said in a bored tone.
"Oh-" He turned around again. then fainted. Sighing. I dragged the white haired teenager away from the door.
I knocked on the door.
"FUCK OFF!"
I knocked again.
Something crashed into the door causing me to jump back.
'That batter have not belonged to me.' I turned the knob. It was locked.
'Shit bubbles.'
I knocked on the door.
He growled from inside.
"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR YOU STUPID TOMB-ROBBER!" I screamed.
Everything went silent. Something broke, breaking the silence. Patience lost I kicked at the door. It opened.
Bakura stood there holding up my most prized possession, A picture of my mother in a glass frame.
"Put that down."
"Why should I?"
I tackled him. The picture landed softly on my bed.
"What were you doing with my stuff?" I snarled as he blocked one of my punches. He flipped me over so I was pinned on my back.
"Your stuff was the only thing that I could break." He growled.
"Did you touch my glass figure of a dragon?" I asked, easily punching him in the face, causing his lip to bleed.
He glared down me. I turned my head and saw my glass dragon in 100 pieces.
"You son of a bitch!" I kicked him where the sun don't shine causing him to literally fall off of me.
He moaned in pain as he still laid there holding his you-know-what.
Smirking I brushed off some dust that had found its way onto my clothes.
"You are so DEAD! " he whimpered.
Rolling my eyes I sat on the bed and watched him in his moment of pain. After 15 minutes he stood up and stalked over to me.
I chuckled as he limped. He picked me up from the collar of my shirt then pushed me into a corner. Ducking as he tried to punch me I tried to get out of the corner but failed. Bakura grabbed my hair causing me to stand up. He smacked me hard against my face sending me backward into the wall.
Smirking he kicked me in my leg sending me falling to my knees.
'Oh shit.' the spirit knelt down in from of me. He raised my head up then slapped me across the face.
He lifted me head again but before he could touch me I scratched him across the face. His left side of his face started bleeding. I kicked pushed to the side then stumbled toward the door. Bakura tackled me from behind.
Pinning me to the ground he snapped, "So, is the 'baby' a girl or a boy?"
"A girl."
"I hate females." and slapped me across the face.
"Well then why did you have sex with one." I snapped back. Kicking him off of me. I scrambled away from him.
"Good question." He walked over to me. I had been sitting on my bed. Inching away from him as He advanced nearer I nearly fell off the bed.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
He raised and eyebrow.
"Are you scarred?" He asked in a taunting voice.
"Yes.yes I am." I confessed.
His eyes widened.
"Why?"
"Because. the dad of my soon to be baby is a psycho, abusive, spirit who has no feelings toward anyone." I a few tears ran down my face.
"I have feelings just a bad temper. " I drew my knees up toward my chest and hugged myself tightly.
Bakura moved next to me then awkwardly wrapped his arms around my shoulder, letting me cry on his chest. Soon I had fallen asleep in his arms.
* ! *
I sighed and placed the girl down on the bed. Before lying down as well I looked at Nakhti's photo of her mother. Her mother looked just like her. She was sitting on a swing with nakhti on her lap. I placed the picture on Nakhti's bedside table then shut off the light.
Pulling the covers back I squirmed underneath them. Letting nakhti sliver into my arms I laid my head back on the pillow. I reached up to pull to shades over the window then shut my eyes. I then fell asleep next to her.