AN: Wow, it's been a while since I've posted anything. Really, though, I
had never expected high school to be so *hard*! I mean, we don't even get
into creative writing until *forever*! ARGH!
Like anyone wants to know about that, though. ^-^
So anyways, I apologize for the lack in updates and I hope this chapter is somewhat good, albeit a little rusty. Enjoy! Thabks to everyone who reviewed or even read, I am overwhelmed!
This chapter: Finally, a little plot advancement in the guise of thieving. Heights, bunjee-ing and Bakura, oh my!
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(Disclaiming Valley Girl Style)
Katalystik so, like totally does not own Yugioh. As if! Like, whatever! __________
Chapter 4: Robbing International Corporations With Thou (Part One)
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'I must be going mad.' Bakura Ryou found himself thinking. 'I must be going flippin' bonkers.' He opened his mouth in all pretense of vocalizing his thoughts, but found his voice had been left on the ground. The ground which was, oh, six hundred feet below. So he kept silent and inched along the ledge after his shadow of a Yami.
Up ahead a few feet, Bakura was busy shimming along the foot-wide edge as if he had been born on the outside of an office building.
Which, Ryou knew for a fact, he most certainly was not.
While Ryou's footing was shaky and slow, Bakura was practically gallivanting, for lack of better wording.
Ryou shuddered, having made the mistake of looking down again and seeing the tiny little ant-like cars on the tiny little ant-like streets below. Damn his gallivanting yami. Damn him to the darkest layer of hell, saved for the gallivanting thieves.
Suddenly Bakura stopped, his still black form almost totally invisible to Ryou's eyes in the dark. The only thing that prevented the hikari from running into him and therefore knocking them off the precipice-
"Bakura, why are you holding my hand?" Ryou asked softly, reveling in the pure absurdity of the situation. Here he was, on the side of the most prominent office in town, about to rob it for all it was worth under the influence of his insane, gallivanting Yami- And now they were holding hands.
.......Wow, how could he get *that* mental image just from Bakura's hands?!
Bakura brought a finger to his lips, not releasing Ryou's hand. "Be quiet. The window ledges stop here, but I think I see a way up."
Ryou looked around. He sure didn't see a way up. In fact, all he could see was the sheer cliff of the wall ahead, the sheer drop of the building below, and the sheep insanity in his yami's eyes above. Hell, he was screwed in every direction.
He watched in suspicion as Bakura tugged something out of his belt, and then reached and tugged something from Ryou's as well. Something long and stretchy, but Ryou couldn't see in the dark night. Bakura suddenly threw the things into the air, and nodded in satisfaction when to soft 'clangs' were heard from above. Ryou looked down and saw that the ting was still attached to him- hey, was that a cord?
Before he could express his uncertainties about this whole "robbery", Ryou found himself suddenly engulfed in the warmth of his yami's arms.
That was certainly random. Hey, since when did Bakura smell so good? Ryou breathed deeply, and didn't even realize when his arms wrapped around his yami.
"This has to be the most ambiguous burglary ever,' Ryou thought sardonically.
"Um, Bakura, what now?" Ryou asked a bit hysterically, as he was not used to being hugged by his evil spirit while risking his live at heights.... very high heights. Ryou tried to peek his head over Bakura's broad shoulder, but found his vision blocked by the blank fabric of his yami's shirt.
"Ryou, I have to tell you something."
Ryou gulped, pressing himself as close to the wall as he could while still remaining in the tight circle of Bakura's arms. "Th-this might not be the best time.." He stuttered, blushing.
Ah, to be young, in love and robbing international corporations with thou.
Bakura leant his head down, and Ryou felt a strange tickle of warmth travel down his spine as his yami's pointy hair brushed across his face, his hot breath into his ear. Suddenly he forgot about the height-
"Geronimo."
But was soon reminded of it as he was thrown off the edge, into the cold air of the drop down. __________
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Marty the janitor, the only soul in the building at the hour, liked to take his dinner break near one of the many large bay windows he was required to clean. He would sit munching his sandwich, watching the city go by around him, losing himself in the little night-lives of the people below him, watching the cars go by beneath him-
-wave at the occasional screaming boy plummeting past the window-
Mart choked on his sandwich, blinking. He pressed his face against the window, searching.
Nothing was out there. It must have been an illusion.
BOING.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
He gaped in shock as the same figure cannon balled up past the window, arms flailing.
Mart looked at his sandwich and shook his head. Without second thought, he threw the rest of it away and blamed his 'hallucinations' on the mayonnaise. It tasted a little off anyway.
He began to wipe the imprint of his face off of the window, and steadfastly ignored it when a second figure gracefully careened into and - BOING - back upwards out of his sight.
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Ryou couldn't breathe. In fact, that was one of the many things he couldn't do at that moment. He couldn't feel his fingers, because they were going numb from gripping at the edge of a ledge, he couldn't life himself up because he was a little on the weak category when it came to arm strength, and he couldn't see because he was being blinded by a immensely bright light.
And to top it all off, he had just bunjeed off the largest building in Domino City.
He pondered his situation for a moment. And started to scream.
"BAKURAAAAAA!"
Somewhere he was sure he heard a boing reminiscent of his own cord from several hundred feet below, but he couldn't be sure whether it was a bunjee cord or the sound of his sanity breaking like a big rubber band of healthy mental state.
He was leaning towards the latter until he felt something whoosh past him, ruffling his clothing and heard the sound of two feet hitting a solid surface. "Fancy meeting you here." He heard Bakura say, but he couldn't see him. If he could, though, he would glare at him and hope that glaring was fatal for yamis because right now he wanted to ring Bakura's damn neck for what he pulled. Ryou opened his mouth to curse his yami-
Suddenly he felt two hands on his own, lifting him, tugging him-
With a burst of strength, Bakura propelled himself backwards, bringing Ryou with him. Ryou suddenly found himself blinking from the loss of that blinding light, and his sight was returning to find himself staring right into an expanse of white.
He blinked. An expanse of soft over hard, creamy, warm white. Ryou suddenly became very aware that he had landed on Bakura's-
"Is my stomach a good pillow?" Bakura breathed, pulling himself into a sitting position to hook his bunjee cord back into it's place on his belt, causing his shirt to ride back down and Ryou's head to fall into his lap.
Ryou turned into Tomato Ryou, the King of Flustered Blushing. Quite a title.
However, Bakura didn't have time to contemplate, much less take advantage of Ryou's position as Ryou had scurried of his lap, stopping until he hit the side of-
See Ryou stop. See Ryou freeze. See Ryou look down. See, wait, no listen, to Ryou scream.
"BAKURA! We're even higher up than before!" Ryou had scuttled over back to where Bakura was kneeling again. "Where are we?!"
Bakura smiled mischievously, and slid his hand down Ryou's torso, raking his nails lighting across the tight black fabric until his fingers reached the belt.
Ryou looked about ready to faint in shock. Bakura, however, just started to wrap up his light's bunjee cord.
"We," He said in a sultry tone. "Are on top of the "K" of the letters of Kaiba Corp. We," He poked a finger to Ryou's forehead and clicked the cord and the grapple back into place. "Are going to rob Kaiba Corp."
"Oh." Ryou said simply.
Oh. That would explain the bright light. Oh. that would explain the climbing up the walls.
Oh. They were going to rob Kaiba Corp.
BOING. Ryou had just gone insane.
__________ AN: ............aaaaaaand, that's a wrap! That was so fun to write! Anyways, tell me if you liked it, hated it, or think I should quit procrastinating and shove some more characters in.
*cough* Like Malik...........*cough* and Duke..... Huh? I didn't say anything! ^__^
REVIEW by clicking that little button. Really, they're the source of my inspiration, them darn reviews!
Like anyone wants to know about that, though. ^-^
So anyways, I apologize for the lack in updates and I hope this chapter is somewhat good, albeit a little rusty. Enjoy! Thabks to everyone who reviewed or even read, I am overwhelmed!
This chapter: Finally, a little plot advancement in the guise of thieving. Heights, bunjee-ing and Bakura, oh my!
_________
(Disclaiming Valley Girl Style)
Katalystik so, like totally does not own Yugioh. As if! Like, whatever! __________
Chapter 4: Robbing International Corporations With Thou (Part One)
__________
'I must be going mad.' Bakura Ryou found himself thinking. 'I must be going flippin' bonkers.' He opened his mouth in all pretense of vocalizing his thoughts, but found his voice had been left on the ground. The ground which was, oh, six hundred feet below. So he kept silent and inched along the ledge after his shadow of a Yami.
Up ahead a few feet, Bakura was busy shimming along the foot-wide edge as if he had been born on the outside of an office building.
Which, Ryou knew for a fact, he most certainly was not.
While Ryou's footing was shaky and slow, Bakura was practically gallivanting, for lack of better wording.
Ryou shuddered, having made the mistake of looking down again and seeing the tiny little ant-like cars on the tiny little ant-like streets below. Damn his gallivanting yami. Damn him to the darkest layer of hell, saved for the gallivanting thieves.
Suddenly Bakura stopped, his still black form almost totally invisible to Ryou's eyes in the dark. The only thing that prevented the hikari from running into him and therefore knocking them off the precipice-
"Bakura, why are you holding my hand?" Ryou asked softly, reveling in the pure absurdity of the situation. Here he was, on the side of the most prominent office in town, about to rob it for all it was worth under the influence of his insane, gallivanting Yami- And now they were holding hands.
.......Wow, how could he get *that* mental image just from Bakura's hands?!
Bakura brought a finger to his lips, not releasing Ryou's hand. "Be quiet. The window ledges stop here, but I think I see a way up."
Ryou looked around. He sure didn't see a way up. In fact, all he could see was the sheer cliff of the wall ahead, the sheer drop of the building below, and the sheep insanity in his yami's eyes above. Hell, he was screwed in every direction.
He watched in suspicion as Bakura tugged something out of his belt, and then reached and tugged something from Ryou's as well. Something long and stretchy, but Ryou couldn't see in the dark night. Bakura suddenly threw the things into the air, and nodded in satisfaction when to soft 'clangs' were heard from above. Ryou looked down and saw that the ting was still attached to him- hey, was that a cord?
Before he could express his uncertainties about this whole "robbery", Ryou found himself suddenly engulfed in the warmth of his yami's arms.
That was certainly random. Hey, since when did Bakura smell so good? Ryou breathed deeply, and didn't even realize when his arms wrapped around his yami.
"This has to be the most ambiguous burglary ever,' Ryou thought sardonically.
"Um, Bakura, what now?" Ryou asked a bit hysterically, as he was not used to being hugged by his evil spirit while risking his live at heights.... very high heights. Ryou tried to peek his head over Bakura's broad shoulder, but found his vision blocked by the blank fabric of his yami's shirt.
"Ryou, I have to tell you something."
Ryou gulped, pressing himself as close to the wall as he could while still remaining in the tight circle of Bakura's arms. "Th-this might not be the best time.." He stuttered, blushing.
Ah, to be young, in love and robbing international corporations with thou.
Bakura leant his head down, and Ryou felt a strange tickle of warmth travel down his spine as his yami's pointy hair brushed across his face, his hot breath into his ear. Suddenly he forgot about the height-
"Geronimo."
But was soon reminded of it as he was thrown off the edge, into the cold air of the drop down. __________
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Marty the janitor, the only soul in the building at the hour, liked to take his dinner break near one of the many large bay windows he was required to clean. He would sit munching his sandwich, watching the city go by around him, losing himself in the little night-lives of the people below him, watching the cars go by beneath him-
-wave at the occasional screaming boy plummeting past the window-
Mart choked on his sandwich, blinking. He pressed his face against the window, searching.
Nothing was out there. It must have been an illusion.
BOING.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
He gaped in shock as the same figure cannon balled up past the window, arms flailing.
Mart looked at his sandwich and shook his head. Without second thought, he threw the rest of it away and blamed his 'hallucinations' on the mayonnaise. It tasted a little off anyway.
He began to wipe the imprint of his face off of the window, and steadfastly ignored it when a second figure gracefully careened into and - BOING - back upwards out of his sight.
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Ryou couldn't breathe. In fact, that was one of the many things he couldn't do at that moment. He couldn't feel his fingers, because they were going numb from gripping at the edge of a ledge, he couldn't life himself up because he was a little on the weak category when it came to arm strength, and he couldn't see because he was being blinded by a immensely bright light.
And to top it all off, he had just bunjeed off the largest building in Domino City.
He pondered his situation for a moment. And started to scream.
"BAKURAAAAAA!"
Somewhere he was sure he heard a boing reminiscent of his own cord from several hundred feet below, but he couldn't be sure whether it was a bunjee cord or the sound of his sanity breaking like a big rubber band of healthy mental state.
He was leaning towards the latter until he felt something whoosh past him, ruffling his clothing and heard the sound of two feet hitting a solid surface. "Fancy meeting you here." He heard Bakura say, but he couldn't see him. If he could, though, he would glare at him and hope that glaring was fatal for yamis because right now he wanted to ring Bakura's damn neck for what he pulled. Ryou opened his mouth to curse his yami-
Suddenly he felt two hands on his own, lifting him, tugging him-
With a burst of strength, Bakura propelled himself backwards, bringing Ryou with him. Ryou suddenly found himself blinking from the loss of that blinding light, and his sight was returning to find himself staring right into an expanse of white.
He blinked. An expanse of soft over hard, creamy, warm white. Ryou suddenly became very aware that he had landed on Bakura's-
"Is my stomach a good pillow?" Bakura breathed, pulling himself into a sitting position to hook his bunjee cord back into it's place on his belt, causing his shirt to ride back down and Ryou's head to fall into his lap.
Ryou turned into Tomato Ryou, the King of Flustered Blushing. Quite a title.
However, Bakura didn't have time to contemplate, much less take advantage of Ryou's position as Ryou had scurried of his lap, stopping until he hit the side of-
See Ryou stop. See Ryou freeze. See Ryou look down. See, wait, no listen, to Ryou scream.
"BAKURA! We're even higher up than before!" Ryou had scuttled over back to where Bakura was kneeling again. "Where are we?!"
Bakura smiled mischievously, and slid his hand down Ryou's torso, raking his nails lighting across the tight black fabric until his fingers reached the belt.
Ryou looked about ready to faint in shock. Bakura, however, just started to wrap up his light's bunjee cord.
"We," He said in a sultry tone. "Are on top of the "K" of the letters of Kaiba Corp. We," He poked a finger to Ryou's forehead and clicked the cord and the grapple back into place. "Are going to rob Kaiba Corp."
"Oh." Ryou said simply.
Oh. That would explain the bright light. Oh. that would explain the climbing up the walls.
Oh. They were going to rob Kaiba Corp.
BOING. Ryou had just gone insane.
__________ AN: ............aaaaaaand, that's a wrap! That was so fun to write! Anyways, tell me if you liked it, hated it, or think I should quit procrastinating and shove some more characters in.
*cough* Like Malik...........*cough* and Duke..... Huh? I didn't say anything! ^__^
REVIEW by clicking that little button. Really, they're the source of my inspiration, them darn reviews!