Cushla entered the girl's area; her eyes too busy gazing at the sky in
worry to realize anything of importance. Her mind was fixated on that night
and what she was going to do about this complete and utter mess. She wasn't
paying much attention to where exactly she was actually heading and ended
up smacking right into Lauren.
"What the fuck?" yelled Lauren as she picked herself up off the ground to see who had bumped into her, mumbling something about how ditzy Grace was, "Oh... Cushla..." She said, after realizing whom it was. She glanced over at Cushla for a moment before continuing on with her sentence, "What the fuck are you wearing? Is that Grace's? Oh my fucking god, I can't believe Grace wears that kind of shit!"
"I don't wear poo-poo! How would you make poo-poo into clothes?" Grace questions as she leaned in between them. Lauren brought her hand up to smack her head in frustration. Grace brought her hands up and began to dance around as she sung, "Poooooooo Poooooooo!"
"No, I mean you don't own that kind of clothes. Y'know?" Lauren replied. Her eyes twitched with aggravation as Grace continued to giggle about the word Poo-poo.
"I don't own those clothes! Oooo! Where did you get those clothes? Is there a shop near by?" Grace questions, tilting her head slightly in confusion. At this point, Lauren was about to pull her hair out with annoyance. Though, she was even close to even strangling her ditzy friend.
"Where the fuck did you get that? It looks like the cloak that I've seen Malik wearing." Lauren commented. Her eyebrow slightly raised due to the fact Cushla was still silent. Cushla? Silent? Now, that was unusual.
"...But if Malik's wearing the cloak, how can she wear it too? Does Malik have two coats?" Grace said, she was obviously rather puzzled by this.
"No... Does this look like a coat? It's mine. Not that son of a fu... I mean, that adorable... guy." Cushla replied, her eyes still wandering about the sky. She couldn't bare to look at her friends directly in the eye. She was too ashamed.
"Are you ok? You sound fucking out of it today. Adorable? Last I checked, you fucking hated the guy." Lauren exclaimed as she placed each hand in her jean pockets, glancing over at Cushla as she did so.
"I think teddies are adorable!" Grace said, bouncing up and down with happiness. She seemed to resemble a rabbit at this moment. Lauren twitched once again.
"No... I'm fine. Just a bit tired. I couldn't sleep last night, worrying about what is going to happen today and all." Cushla reassured them both as she looked down, finally facing her friends. Her azure eyes met each of their eyes before she nodded, "Suppose we better go and meet the guys for breakfast before we head up to Pegasus's castle." ~~~~~~~~``~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Malik's back lay firmly against a tree, his arms crossed over one another as he observed the other men. Most of them were sweating in worry about Tristan's dare. Malik, on the other hand, wasn't worried at all. He had other plans, but he'd have to wait till the girls got here before he could complete them.
Just as Malik was pondering that thought. Cushla, Lauren and Grace walked through the bushes. Lauren was yelling at Grace, as usual. While, Cushla was glancing at the ground as she kicked a rock. Unfortunately, this rock rolled slowly towards Malik and landed directly upon his foot. Cushla gazed up to see where the rock was, so she could kick it once again. Her face cringed as she saw who had picked it up, her feet began to get rather shifty as her eyes met Malik's.
"Whoa. Where did ya get those clothes?" Joey shouted over at Cushla before walking towards her, blocking the view of Malik. This made Cushla grin for a moment, though the smile quickly dropped. She wished she could lean over and give Joey a hug and sob into his chest, but she couldn't. No-matter how much she wanted, she wasn't aloud to for his own safety. To make matters worse. Joey wrapped his arms around her, holding her in his embrace. She couldn't see anything and began to feel anxious. What if Malik came behind Joey and thrust something into his back. She didn't wish for Joey to bleed slowly to certain death within her arms. Cushla resorted to roughly pushing him away from herself before wandering over to the river. Her tears swelling within her eyes as they flowed, like lava erupting from a volcano, down her cheeks as the streams of darkness hit against the river's serene surface.
Joey's mouth was opened rather wide. His eyes were still focused on Cushla, he felt very unsure of what he should do in this situation. Joey was about to walk over towards the troubled girl, but was stopped when he felt a hand rest upon the surface of his shoulder. It was Tristan, who was now shaking his head as a signal for Joey to leave her be. The rest of the party, stood rather speechless as they glanced questionably between Cushla and Joey. Even Lauren, who was usually loud-mouthed in most circumstances, was silent. Malik, on the other hand, had a delightful smirk upon his face. His plan had worked and everything that Cushla and Joey had was about to crumble in his next move. Of course, he knew he could of easily used the powers of the shadow realm to make her forget Joey. Though, what was the fun in that? He would rather see both of them suffer in the process.
Malik leisurely walked towards Cushla, his hands in his pockets as he whistled. He crept up behind her and casually wrapped his arms around her. Cushla was about to struggle, but Malik began to whisper in her ear before she had the chance too.
"Don't even think about it, pathetic bitch. As soon as you make a wrong move, those pitiful fools die. Understand? Now lean your head back on my shoulder and smile smile, smile!"
Cushla shuddered slightly at this comment, but fortunately for her, Malik didn't detect this. She leant her head back, placing it on Malik's shoulder. She smiled to some extent much to her dismay. Joey felt his stomach drop in astonishment as his eye twitched vaguely. He turned his self around, so that the embrace was out of his eye reach. Tears rushed down his cheeks as he looked away from his friends.
"Don't cry, dude. It isn't worth it." Tristan whispered as he walked in front of Joey, "You knew it wouldn't last. It never does, aye? C'Mon... talk."
"Ya don't understand. It was working this time! Why? Why is she with 'him'?" Joey questioned as he buried his head within his hands, tears of sadness still flooding his eyes.
"She's a slut, Joey! She has no feelings! Just get over the fucking bitch!" Tristan yelled. The rest of the companions were now able to hear him. They were looking astounded as they glanced between Tristan and Joey, then back to Malik and Cushla.
"What the fuck did ya just say?" Joey shouted, lifting his hands away from his face, putting them in a fist-like shape as he swung them against Tristan's face. Tristan flew backwards, his body crashing against the ground as the dust and rubble sprung in all directions.
Meanwhile, Bakura made his way over to Malik casually. He leant over and whispered softly into Malik's ear.
"Controlling Tristan was a good move. You might just get some tonight."
Malik's face brightened up as he heard these words, but he continued to hold his victim. An evil grin was fixated amongst his face as he glanced up towards Bakura. Though, the hand that was not holding Cushla at this point was clutching his millennium rod. He was using it to control Tristan, which was also part of his devious little plan.
Yugi frowned as he hurried towards the fighting pair, "Stop guys! Stop it! Calm down!" He yelled as he held his arms up to break the brawling boys apart. Joey wiped his sweating forehead for a moment before sitting down on the ground in a great huff. He rather resembled a pouting puppy that had just lost his favorite toy. While, Tristan was laying on the ground. His nose was bleeding and sweat trickled down the sides of his face. Grace skipped towards Tristan, stopping inches away from him as she glanced down with worried eyes.
"Are you ok? Tristan-poo!" She questioned, sitting down beside him. He opened his eyes, squinting them slightly before shaking his head and sitting himself up.
"I'm fine!" Tristan growled. Grace blinked blankly for a moment before grasping a tissue and holding it to him. Tristan mumbled, taking the tissue and beginning to rub his nose with it. Grace shaked her head and giggled before she reached out to give Tristan a hug.
The mood on the other side of the camp was very different...
"Kaiba! You fucking bastard! Do you ever shut your fucking mouth?" Lauren yelled as she lifted one hand up in order to slap Seto Kaiba across the face, though Kaiba brought his hand up to block the assault with ease. Lauren growled with frustration as she tried to pressure her hand on to Kaiba's, but it was no use. Kaiba was just too strong for her.
"I don't have time for your grudge, little girl. Now, piss off. I have more important things to do then talked to loud-mouthed wretch," Kaiba growled, smirking as he twisted himself around, so that the only thing she could see was his back.
"What the fuck did you just call me?" Lauren snapped as she ran towards Kaiba in a fiery rage. Arms flinging in all directions as she attempted to strike his back, anything that may hurt the arrogant pig. Seto easily swung himself around to block the attack once again, it seemed that there was not even a point to Lauren's ineffective attack. He held her wrists firmly in his grasp as he glared down into her eyes for a moment. His smirk still fixated amongst his face. Lauren's eyes were narrowed slightly as they twitched, she felt like spitting in that pathetic excuse for a man's face. She would of easily liked to slap him at this moment, but there was the slight problem of her hand's being caught in Seto's grasps. Seto unexpectedly let her out of his clasping hands, forcing her to fall forward against his chest. Lauren's eyes blinked for a moment, as she didn't realize what was happening. She could hear his heart beating as her head fell against his warm chest.
"Hey guys! It's time to go up to Pegasus's castle now! We can win back our cards!" called Yugi with excitement in his voice. As Lauren heard this she quickly pushed Seto back with full force.
"Asshole!" She said simply before running off to meet Yugi. Kaiba just smirked as his hands slipped inside his pockets. He just turned around and walked off to find Mokuba.
"What the fuck?" yelled Lauren as she picked herself up off the ground to see who had bumped into her, mumbling something about how ditzy Grace was, "Oh... Cushla..." She said, after realizing whom it was. She glanced over at Cushla for a moment before continuing on with her sentence, "What the fuck are you wearing? Is that Grace's? Oh my fucking god, I can't believe Grace wears that kind of shit!"
"I don't wear poo-poo! How would you make poo-poo into clothes?" Grace questions as she leaned in between them. Lauren brought her hand up to smack her head in frustration. Grace brought her hands up and began to dance around as she sung, "Poooooooo Poooooooo!"
"No, I mean you don't own that kind of clothes. Y'know?" Lauren replied. Her eyes twitched with aggravation as Grace continued to giggle about the word Poo-poo.
"I don't own those clothes! Oooo! Where did you get those clothes? Is there a shop near by?" Grace questions, tilting her head slightly in confusion. At this point, Lauren was about to pull her hair out with annoyance. Though, she was even close to even strangling her ditzy friend.
"Where the fuck did you get that? It looks like the cloak that I've seen Malik wearing." Lauren commented. Her eyebrow slightly raised due to the fact Cushla was still silent. Cushla? Silent? Now, that was unusual.
"...But if Malik's wearing the cloak, how can she wear it too? Does Malik have two coats?" Grace said, she was obviously rather puzzled by this.
"No... Does this look like a coat? It's mine. Not that son of a fu... I mean, that adorable... guy." Cushla replied, her eyes still wandering about the sky. She couldn't bare to look at her friends directly in the eye. She was too ashamed.
"Are you ok? You sound fucking out of it today. Adorable? Last I checked, you fucking hated the guy." Lauren exclaimed as she placed each hand in her jean pockets, glancing over at Cushla as she did so.
"I think teddies are adorable!" Grace said, bouncing up and down with happiness. She seemed to resemble a rabbit at this moment. Lauren twitched once again.
"No... I'm fine. Just a bit tired. I couldn't sleep last night, worrying about what is going to happen today and all." Cushla reassured them both as she looked down, finally facing her friends. Her azure eyes met each of their eyes before she nodded, "Suppose we better go and meet the guys for breakfast before we head up to Pegasus's castle." ~~~~~~~~``~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Malik's back lay firmly against a tree, his arms crossed over one another as he observed the other men. Most of them were sweating in worry about Tristan's dare. Malik, on the other hand, wasn't worried at all. He had other plans, but he'd have to wait till the girls got here before he could complete them.
Just as Malik was pondering that thought. Cushla, Lauren and Grace walked through the bushes. Lauren was yelling at Grace, as usual. While, Cushla was glancing at the ground as she kicked a rock. Unfortunately, this rock rolled slowly towards Malik and landed directly upon his foot. Cushla gazed up to see where the rock was, so she could kick it once again. Her face cringed as she saw who had picked it up, her feet began to get rather shifty as her eyes met Malik's.
"Whoa. Where did ya get those clothes?" Joey shouted over at Cushla before walking towards her, blocking the view of Malik. This made Cushla grin for a moment, though the smile quickly dropped. She wished she could lean over and give Joey a hug and sob into his chest, but she couldn't. No-matter how much she wanted, she wasn't aloud to for his own safety. To make matters worse. Joey wrapped his arms around her, holding her in his embrace. She couldn't see anything and began to feel anxious. What if Malik came behind Joey and thrust something into his back. She didn't wish for Joey to bleed slowly to certain death within her arms. Cushla resorted to roughly pushing him away from herself before wandering over to the river. Her tears swelling within her eyes as they flowed, like lava erupting from a volcano, down her cheeks as the streams of darkness hit against the river's serene surface.
Joey's mouth was opened rather wide. His eyes were still focused on Cushla, he felt very unsure of what he should do in this situation. Joey was about to walk over towards the troubled girl, but was stopped when he felt a hand rest upon the surface of his shoulder. It was Tristan, who was now shaking his head as a signal for Joey to leave her be. The rest of the party, stood rather speechless as they glanced questionably between Cushla and Joey. Even Lauren, who was usually loud-mouthed in most circumstances, was silent. Malik, on the other hand, had a delightful smirk upon his face. His plan had worked and everything that Cushla and Joey had was about to crumble in his next move. Of course, he knew he could of easily used the powers of the shadow realm to make her forget Joey. Though, what was the fun in that? He would rather see both of them suffer in the process.
Malik leisurely walked towards Cushla, his hands in his pockets as he whistled. He crept up behind her and casually wrapped his arms around her. Cushla was about to struggle, but Malik began to whisper in her ear before she had the chance too.
"Don't even think about it, pathetic bitch. As soon as you make a wrong move, those pitiful fools die. Understand? Now lean your head back on my shoulder and smile smile, smile!"
Cushla shuddered slightly at this comment, but fortunately for her, Malik didn't detect this. She leant her head back, placing it on Malik's shoulder. She smiled to some extent much to her dismay. Joey felt his stomach drop in astonishment as his eye twitched vaguely. He turned his self around, so that the embrace was out of his eye reach. Tears rushed down his cheeks as he looked away from his friends.
"Don't cry, dude. It isn't worth it." Tristan whispered as he walked in front of Joey, "You knew it wouldn't last. It never does, aye? C'Mon... talk."
"Ya don't understand. It was working this time! Why? Why is she with 'him'?" Joey questioned as he buried his head within his hands, tears of sadness still flooding his eyes.
"She's a slut, Joey! She has no feelings! Just get over the fucking bitch!" Tristan yelled. The rest of the companions were now able to hear him. They were looking astounded as they glanced between Tristan and Joey, then back to Malik and Cushla.
"What the fuck did ya just say?" Joey shouted, lifting his hands away from his face, putting them in a fist-like shape as he swung them against Tristan's face. Tristan flew backwards, his body crashing against the ground as the dust and rubble sprung in all directions.
Meanwhile, Bakura made his way over to Malik casually. He leant over and whispered softly into Malik's ear.
"Controlling Tristan was a good move. You might just get some tonight."
Malik's face brightened up as he heard these words, but he continued to hold his victim. An evil grin was fixated amongst his face as he glanced up towards Bakura. Though, the hand that was not holding Cushla at this point was clutching his millennium rod. He was using it to control Tristan, which was also part of his devious little plan.
Yugi frowned as he hurried towards the fighting pair, "Stop guys! Stop it! Calm down!" He yelled as he held his arms up to break the brawling boys apart. Joey wiped his sweating forehead for a moment before sitting down on the ground in a great huff. He rather resembled a pouting puppy that had just lost his favorite toy. While, Tristan was laying on the ground. His nose was bleeding and sweat trickled down the sides of his face. Grace skipped towards Tristan, stopping inches away from him as she glanced down with worried eyes.
"Are you ok? Tristan-poo!" She questioned, sitting down beside him. He opened his eyes, squinting them slightly before shaking his head and sitting himself up.
"I'm fine!" Tristan growled. Grace blinked blankly for a moment before grasping a tissue and holding it to him. Tristan mumbled, taking the tissue and beginning to rub his nose with it. Grace shaked her head and giggled before she reached out to give Tristan a hug.
The mood on the other side of the camp was very different...
"Kaiba! You fucking bastard! Do you ever shut your fucking mouth?" Lauren yelled as she lifted one hand up in order to slap Seto Kaiba across the face, though Kaiba brought his hand up to block the assault with ease. Lauren growled with frustration as she tried to pressure her hand on to Kaiba's, but it was no use. Kaiba was just too strong for her.
"I don't have time for your grudge, little girl. Now, piss off. I have more important things to do then talked to loud-mouthed wretch," Kaiba growled, smirking as he twisted himself around, so that the only thing she could see was his back.
"What the fuck did you just call me?" Lauren snapped as she ran towards Kaiba in a fiery rage. Arms flinging in all directions as she attempted to strike his back, anything that may hurt the arrogant pig. Seto easily swung himself around to block the attack once again, it seemed that there was not even a point to Lauren's ineffective attack. He held her wrists firmly in his grasp as he glared down into her eyes for a moment. His smirk still fixated amongst his face. Lauren's eyes were narrowed slightly as they twitched, she felt like spitting in that pathetic excuse for a man's face. She would of easily liked to slap him at this moment, but there was the slight problem of her hand's being caught in Seto's grasps. Seto unexpectedly let her out of his clasping hands, forcing her to fall forward against his chest. Lauren's eyes blinked for a moment, as she didn't realize what was happening. She could hear his heart beating as her head fell against his warm chest.
"Hey guys! It's time to go up to Pegasus's castle now! We can win back our cards!" called Yugi with excitement in his voice. As Lauren heard this she quickly pushed Seto back with full force.
"Asshole!" She said simply before running off to meet Yugi. Kaiba just smirked as his hands slipped inside his pockets. He just turned around and walked off to find Mokuba.