Chapter 4 ~ Reality in the dark
Well, I was going to update way sooner, but I typed it all up and then when I saved it onto a disk and brought it to my other computer that has internet, it was corrupted, and then I couldn't find time to retype it.
Yo no poseo Yu-Gi-Oh I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh =p ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Woosh. (Did you know it was coming?) Bakura sat up, accidentally knocking Ryou onto the floor.
"Wha? Whacha do tha fo?" Asked Ryou; so sleepy he left out some syllables.
"I.I didn't mean to," Bakura was trying to be nice to Ryou, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize to Ryou.
Ryou sighed softly and got back into the bed, under the covers. He grabbed Bakura and snuggled close, nuzzling into his chest. Soon, Ryou left Bakura alone in his consciousness.
Bakura smiled at the cute face Ryou was making. Then he started to think about the dream again. Normally the only dreams he could remember were real, and he knew that he had hung out with Marik for a while, before he had. done something to the pharaoh. Bakura frowned and couldn't remember anything he had known for a fact before.
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Woosh. Marik sat up from the couch he was laying on. His pillows fell off, onto the floor.
Marik stared at the old, stained pillows, and then at the old, tattered carpet. Their house was falling apart, that mean that they should move away from Egypt, to Japan. That was what they planned to do anyway. Already they had been to Great Britain and America. Yes. They were going to Japan sometime this month.
"Hey Malik," Marik shook him incessantly, "When are we going to Japan?"
"In a coupla days."
Marik let Malik go back to sleep, but he himself couldn't sleep. He didn't fall asleep at all the rest of the night. He blamed it on the moldy couch, but in the back of his mind, he knew that it was because of his recovered memory.
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Wow.. that one was really short too, but the next ones will be loads longer, I promise. I seem to have problems writing long chapters, and I love ending them with cliffhangers. Watch out, there will be at least two soon! *Dances*
Oh, don't forget to review!
Well, I was going to update way sooner, but I typed it all up and then when I saved it onto a disk and brought it to my other computer that has internet, it was corrupted, and then I couldn't find time to retype it.
Yo no poseo Yu-Gi-Oh I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh =p ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Woosh. (Did you know it was coming?) Bakura sat up, accidentally knocking Ryou onto the floor.
"Wha? Whacha do tha fo?" Asked Ryou; so sleepy he left out some syllables.
"I.I didn't mean to," Bakura was trying to be nice to Ryou, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize to Ryou.
Ryou sighed softly and got back into the bed, under the covers. He grabbed Bakura and snuggled close, nuzzling into his chest. Soon, Ryou left Bakura alone in his consciousness.
Bakura smiled at the cute face Ryou was making. Then he started to think about the dream again. Normally the only dreams he could remember were real, and he knew that he had hung out with Marik for a while, before he had. done something to the pharaoh. Bakura frowned and couldn't remember anything he had known for a fact before.
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Woosh. Marik sat up from the couch he was laying on. His pillows fell off, onto the floor.
Marik stared at the old, stained pillows, and then at the old, tattered carpet. Their house was falling apart, that mean that they should move away from Egypt, to Japan. That was what they planned to do anyway. Already they had been to Great Britain and America. Yes. They were going to Japan sometime this month.
"Hey Malik," Marik shook him incessantly, "When are we going to Japan?"
"In a coupla days."
Marik let Malik go back to sleep, but he himself couldn't sleep. He didn't fall asleep at all the rest of the night. He blamed it on the moldy couch, but in the back of his mind, he knew that it was because of his recovered memory.
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Wow.. that one was really short too, but the next ones will be loads longer, I promise. I seem to have problems writing long chapters, and I love ending them with cliffhangers. Watch out, there will be at least two soon! *Dances*
Oh, don't forget to review!