oos: Wow! It's been so long! (smacks self) Bad! Bad Aithril for making the poor readers suffer- especially since they wrote such lovely reviews. ^_^
Anyway....
Poor Receptionist
Bakura turned his head so quickly toward the doorway that his neck 'cricked' and he grimaced. "Yes?"
"Come in, come in!" The vet sang out cheerfully. The tomb raider growled at the happy tone, but scooped up Baka by the middle and marched inside, slamming the dull, white door behind him.
"My name is Dr. Gordon!" The man announced. "I'll just take a look at, erm... Baka's chart before we continue, ok?!? Ok!"
He was already beginning to grind on Bakura's last nerve. The tomb raider in question ignored him (for the moment), idly counting the number of square tiles on the ceiling. After ten minutes, he realized Dr. Gordon was STILL looking at the damn chart. Wasn't he done yet?
"E-hem!" Bakura cleared his throat loudly and the vet jumped.
"So...." He tried to cover up his surprise. "You don't know anything about this dog other than the fact that she's female, has a black, white, and brown coat, and has brown eyes?"
"I found her. On the street." The grave robber answered through clenched teeth.
The doctor mouthed an "Oh" and nodded.
"Otherwise, I'd know all of that crap, you MORON!"
But Dr. Gordon was once more absorbed in the form, scanning through the information was a disbelieving look cemented into his face.
"You're 5,000 years old?!?"
"Ha." coughed Bakura lamely, realizing he had made a seriously stupid mistake. "Ha. Hahahha. Um, I have, uh, some family who work here and I, uh, wrote that in case they happened to look, so, and-"
The doctor was nodding wisely again. "I see. Who do you know that works here?"
After searching for an answer that was not found, Bakura pretended to glance down at a watch on his wrist and said, "Wow! Look how time flies! Let's get on with the examination, shall we?"
Dr. Gordon stared at him curiously, then shrugged. "Sure." He took his first look at Baka.
"Aw, a beagle! That's my favorite breed." He wrote in messy doctor handwriting on the chart while Bakura made a note of that. A beagle, huh?
"What the fu-.... fudge is a beagle?" The tomb-raider asked more-or-less politely.
"Beagles are a small breed of dog with a powerful nose. They are often used to hunt rabbits and are usually quite friendly. They make wonderful family pets."
"Ah," Bakura grunted, losing interest.
"Has she had her shots?"
"Um... no?" He offered, hoping this was a correct answer.
"That's ok! I brought a whole line-up just for that." Dr. Gordon grinned cheerfully and picked up Baka. Bakura sighed in relief.
"Nice Baka...."
The beagle growled and bit one of the hands that gripped her around the stomach.
"Ouch!"
"Mwahahha... oh, I'll pick her up for you." Bakura offered innocently, trying to hide his snickers.
"That might be better." The vet winced, backing off to rummage through a cabinet. He pulled out iodine and gauze and used it to clean and bandage his hand.
"Good dog!" Bakura whispered to Baka and she wagged her tail happily.
Dr. Gordon returned and quickly gave Baka five shots in a row, but the puppy didn't seem to mind. If anything, she just hated having to stand in one spot for so long.
"If you would please hold her head, I'll cut her nails." Dr. Gordon instructed, and the tomb robber grudgingly complied. Baka began licking his hand and he smiled.
"There we go!" The doctor grinned, finishing. "I declare this dog healthy and fit."
"And golly gosh, I'm glad as hell," Bakura imitated the man's voice in a simpering, annoying tone.
"That's great!" Dr. Gordon smiled, completely oblivious.
His patient's owner groaned.
"That will be 5,000 yen, please."
Bakura's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Where did the doctor expect him to have that kind of money? He thought fast.
"I, uh, just have to go to the bathroom real quick. Could you keep an eye on Baka until I'm back?" He blinked innocently.
"Of course..."
Bakura dashed out of the room and down the hall. On the way, he bowled over an elderly, white-haired man.
"Watch it!"
"Sorry!" He imitated Ryou's gentle (*WEAK!* Bakura sneered.) voice and the man shrugged and walked off.
The tomb raider's face stretched into a malicious sneer as he withdrew the old man's wallet from his jacket. He opened it excitedly.
"What?!? Only 2,000 yen?" He'd have to find some more people to rob... and quickly.....
*Ten minutes and three victims later*
"Hello, back!" Bakura announced, in a significantly better mood than before.
"Are you all right?" The doctor asked, concerned.
"Ah, fine." The spirit answered, confused. It suddenly dawned on him that he'd been 'in the bathroom' for ten minutes. "Oh, I, uh, couldn't find the bathroom for about five minutes!" He admitted, pretending to be sheepish.
"Good," Dr. Gordon smiled cheerfully. "Back to payment.... 5,000 yen, please."
"Certainly," Bakura answered gravely, graciously, in a manner so completely unlike him that even the doctor hesitated before taking the crumpled money.
"Thank you. Stop back for a check-up appointment in six months."
"I'll do that." He took Baka off the table.
The vet opened the door to the office and ushered them out. Bakura was sure to glare at the now near-hysterical receptionist.
"Thank Ra that's over...." He muttered to himself. The beagle at his feet barked happily and pulled him in the direction of the park.
"To the park, then?" Bakura broke out into a rare smile of genuine happiness. "Sure!"
Baka wagged her tail so fast that it appeared a blur as she danced merrily at the end of the make-shift 'lease' the tomb raider had fashioned from a long length of rope.
The pair meandered slowly to the park and sat down on a bench to watch the sun go down. Bakura suddenly glanced around with a start.
"Hey," He said, breaking the silence that had been unbroken for two hours straight. Baka glanced up from her furiously paced sniffing. "This is where we met,"
The beagle simply stared up at him in a manner he found almost cute.
"Yes, I'm sounding too sentimental, aren't I?" Bakura grumbled, his pale skin turning a faint red. Imagine him saying something that corny! He needed to wake up from this momentary state of softness, and quickly!
"Come on, let's go home." He tugged gently at the lead and Baka followed him to the exit of the park, her nose still glued to the ground.
***
They arrived home just in time to hear the phone ring.
"Oh, shit!" Bakura cursed, fumbling with the key. He flung open the door, slammed it behind him with his foot, and ran to pick up the phone.
"What?"
"Hello? Is this.... Bakura Ryou?"
"Who wants to know?" Bakura snarled.
"This is Dr. Gordon. I'm calling about Baka."
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. Please dispel all your fears."
Bakura breathed a big sigh or relief and glared into the phone. Stupid doctor! Scaring him like that!
"You said you picked her off the street? When?"
"Three or four days ago." Bakura was too surprised to think up a sarcastic answer.
"I think I know who her true owner is."
oos: Again, sorry this took so dreadfully long! ^_^ School sucks! T_T I'll write again soon! Keep in mind that there's only one or two chapters left.
~Aithril
Anyway....
Poor Receptionist
Bakura turned his head so quickly toward the doorway that his neck 'cricked' and he grimaced. "Yes?"
"Come in, come in!" The vet sang out cheerfully. The tomb raider growled at the happy tone, but scooped up Baka by the middle and marched inside, slamming the dull, white door behind him.
"My name is Dr. Gordon!" The man announced. "I'll just take a look at, erm... Baka's chart before we continue, ok?!? Ok!"
He was already beginning to grind on Bakura's last nerve. The tomb raider in question ignored him (for the moment), idly counting the number of square tiles on the ceiling. After ten minutes, he realized Dr. Gordon was STILL looking at the damn chart. Wasn't he done yet?
"E-hem!" Bakura cleared his throat loudly and the vet jumped.
"So...." He tried to cover up his surprise. "You don't know anything about this dog other than the fact that she's female, has a black, white, and brown coat, and has brown eyes?"
"I found her. On the street." The grave robber answered through clenched teeth.
The doctor mouthed an "Oh" and nodded.
"Otherwise, I'd know all of that crap, you MORON!"
But Dr. Gordon was once more absorbed in the form, scanning through the information was a disbelieving look cemented into his face.
"You're 5,000 years old?!?"
"Ha." coughed Bakura lamely, realizing he had made a seriously stupid mistake. "Ha. Hahahha. Um, I have, uh, some family who work here and I, uh, wrote that in case they happened to look, so, and-"
The doctor was nodding wisely again. "I see. Who do you know that works here?"
After searching for an answer that was not found, Bakura pretended to glance down at a watch on his wrist and said, "Wow! Look how time flies! Let's get on with the examination, shall we?"
Dr. Gordon stared at him curiously, then shrugged. "Sure." He took his first look at Baka.
"Aw, a beagle! That's my favorite breed." He wrote in messy doctor handwriting on the chart while Bakura made a note of that. A beagle, huh?
"What the fu-.... fudge is a beagle?" The tomb-raider asked more-or-less politely.
"Beagles are a small breed of dog with a powerful nose. They are often used to hunt rabbits and are usually quite friendly. They make wonderful family pets."
"Ah," Bakura grunted, losing interest.
"Has she had her shots?"
"Um... no?" He offered, hoping this was a correct answer.
"That's ok! I brought a whole line-up just for that." Dr. Gordon grinned cheerfully and picked up Baka. Bakura sighed in relief.
"Nice Baka...."
The beagle growled and bit one of the hands that gripped her around the stomach.
"Ouch!"
"Mwahahha... oh, I'll pick her up for you." Bakura offered innocently, trying to hide his snickers.
"That might be better." The vet winced, backing off to rummage through a cabinet. He pulled out iodine and gauze and used it to clean and bandage his hand.
"Good dog!" Bakura whispered to Baka and she wagged her tail happily.
Dr. Gordon returned and quickly gave Baka five shots in a row, but the puppy didn't seem to mind. If anything, she just hated having to stand in one spot for so long.
"If you would please hold her head, I'll cut her nails." Dr. Gordon instructed, and the tomb robber grudgingly complied. Baka began licking his hand and he smiled.
"There we go!" The doctor grinned, finishing. "I declare this dog healthy and fit."
"And golly gosh, I'm glad as hell," Bakura imitated the man's voice in a simpering, annoying tone.
"That's great!" Dr. Gordon smiled, completely oblivious.
His patient's owner groaned.
"That will be 5,000 yen, please."
Bakura's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Where did the doctor expect him to have that kind of money? He thought fast.
"I, uh, just have to go to the bathroom real quick. Could you keep an eye on Baka until I'm back?" He blinked innocently.
"Of course..."
Bakura dashed out of the room and down the hall. On the way, he bowled over an elderly, white-haired man.
"Watch it!"
"Sorry!" He imitated Ryou's gentle (*WEAK!* Bakura sneered.) voice and the man shrugged and walked off.
The tomb raider's face stretched into a malicious sneer as he withdrew the old man's wallet from his jacket. He opened it excitedly.
"What?!? Only 2,000 yen?" He'd have to find some more people to rob... and quickly.....
*Ten minutes and three victims later*
"Hello, back!" Bakura announced, in a significantly better mood than before.
"Are you all right?" The doctor asked, concerned.
"Ah, fine." The spirit answered, confused. It suddenly dawned on him that he'd been 'in the bathroom' for ten minutes. "Oh, I, uh, couldn't find the bathroom for about five minutes!" He admitted, pretending to be sheepish.
"Good," Dr. Gordon smiled cheerfully. "Back to payment.... 5,000 yen, please."
"Certainly," Bakura answered gravely, graciously, in a manner so completely unlike him that even the doctor hesitated before taking the crumpled money.
"Thank you. Stop back for a check-up appointment in six months."
"I'll do that." He took Baka off the table.
The vet opened the door to the office and ushered them out. Bakura was sure to glare at the now near-hysterical receptionist.
"Thank Ra that's over...." He muttered to himself. The beagle at his feet barked happily and pulled him in the direction of the park.
"To the park, then?" Bakura broke out into a rare smile of genuine happiness. "Sure!"
Baka wagged her tail so fast that it appeared a blur as she danced merrily at the end of the make-shift 'lease' the tomb raider had fashioned from a long length of rope.
The pair meandered slowly to the park and sat down on a bench to watch the sun go down. Bakura suddenly glanced around with a start.
"Hey," He said, breaking the silence that had been unbroken for two hours straight. Baka glanced up from her furiously paced sniffing. "This is where we met,"
The beagle simply stared up at him in a manner he found almost cute.
"Yes, I'm sounding too sentimental, aren't I?" Bakura grumbled, his pale skin turning a faint red. Imagine him saying something that corny! He needed to wake up from this momentary state of softness, and quickly!
"Come on, let's go home." He tugged gently at the lead and Baka followed him to the exit of the park, her nose still glued to the ground.
***
They arrived home just in time to hear the phone ring.
"Oh, shit!" Bakura cursed, fumbling with the key. He flung open the door, slammed it behind him with his foot, and ran to pick up the phone.
"What?"
"Hello? Is this.... Bakura Ryou?"
"Who wants to know?" Bakura snarled.
"This is Dr. Gordon. I'm calling about Baka."
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. Please dispel all your fears."
Bakura breathed a big sigh or relief and glared into the phone. Stupid doctor! Scaring him like that!
"You said you picked her off the street? When?"
"Three or four days ago." Bakura was too surprised to think up a sarcastic answer.
"I think I know who her true owner is."
oos: Again, sorry this took so dreadfully long! ^_^ School sucks! T_T I'll write again soon! Keep in mind that there's only one or two chapters left.
~Aithril