A/N: Well, this chapter took a little longer to put up. *Sighs* I had the bane of all authors, writer's block. And so, the
chapter isn't all that great. And I cut it shorter, so they haven't gotten to the airport yet.
I have over 50 reviews now! I'm so happy...
C.A: I don't know why, but Yami B with a steak always seems funny to me... And I constantly eat my hair. >_ (Ahondra: Hey!)
Borath: I'm glad you liked the chapter. I was worried it was really bad. ^_^' I'm also glad you like the Yami and Yami B interactions, since they're so much more fun to write than I'd expected them to be. (And to think, in the very very first ideas for this story, Yami B wasn't even a big part. *Snickers* Now he's a co-star.) And about Yami... Well... I don't intend on giving the guy a break for awhile. *Evil grin* I left him more-or-less alone in the first 12 chapters (okay, so I let him get chewed up by a Silver Fang, but that doesn't count), and now it's torture time! *Cackles maniacally* I think I reviewed the newest chapter of Domination... But if it didn't go through I'll do it again. ^_^
Ryuujin Dragon King: This next chapter gets more serious. ^_^ I'm glad you like the comedy too. Yeah, alcohol makes you flushed, like you're blushing. And Yami's already a ghost. *Grin*
Ashita: Another giant review! I'm very happy! Princess Mononoke is one of my favorite anime movies. *Hugs her DVD* Originally, I was just going to have Yami B order a normal steak, then I upped it to 26oz or so, and then I changed it again. *Snickers* Considering that I usually eat 8oz steaks or a little bigger, I thought it would be fun to give Yami B a giant steak.
I have a different problem when I'm alone. When I'm totally alone, as in no one in the house, I'm pretty much fine unless I hear a knock or another noise like that, then I get creeped out. But I have two dogs, so I don't get too worried. But when other people are in the house and I'm in my room or something alone, I get really lonely. *Sighs*
*Blinks* Again, this has helped me a lot. I'll keep it in mind, and try to add more in the descriptions. ^_^ I'd never even thought about people or little things...
BlackScarab: Thanks for the review! I'm glad you like the comedy. Even though these next few chapters will be more serious, I'll make sure to add some funny stuff since everyone seems to like it so much. ^_^
I ordered CDs! *Is happy* I can't wait for them to get here. I ordered this cool poster and wall scroll too... And of course, mangas 32, 33, 23, and 8. *Grin*
I also got a live journal. You can see it at the link given on my profile. *Kicks ff.net's coding problems with URLs in documents* Also, this story has 37,000 words now! It's almost a novel already. O.o Once the first few chapters get a rewrite, it'll be even longer.
I'm still in the search for a title for the third part of this silly little trilogy. This one's Eien (Eternally), and the sequel is Itsumo (Always.) I need a title along the same lines, preferably in Japanese... And along the same lines, Mr. Evil-Weirdo-Guy is getting a new name. I just have to find a good Egyptian one. Any suggestions?
I can't remember what symbols I used for talking through the link between Yami B and Bakura if they ever did, but they will have slashes like Yami and Yuugi. I don't know if they're gonna' talk in this chapter, but it's for future reference.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh. If I did, guarantee everyone would be a lot ditzyer. ^_^'
Summary of last time: The yamis ate, and everyone made it to the hotel. It was mostly a transitional chapter, and didn't have too much substance besides the conversation between Yami and Yami B about their mortal and spirit forms.
Preview for this time: The yamis go swimming, talk a bit about their plans, scare off some guy, and go to bed.
Warnings: A lot of flipping each other off, and maybe some cursing.
Japanese
Baka - Idiot
Daijoubu ka? - Are you alright? (Or, 'Is everything okay?')
Daijoubu - I'm alright. (Or 'Everything's okay.')
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Eien; part 14
by: Amiasha
Yami shot upright, eyes wide, looking around the darkened room and trying to remember where he was. Once he spotted his aibou next to him and realized that they were in a hotel in China, he slowly let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
The spirit leaned his head against the wall, brushing his damp bangs out of his face as he took a few moments to calm down. He glanced over toward the clock on the nightstand, and it read 2:24am. Yami sighed, brushing back his bangs again and absently noting how hot he felt.
Suddenly, there was a light and rapid knock at the door. Yami frowned, wondering who would be knocking at the door at 2:30 in the morning. 'If it's one of my friends, then it's most likely either Joey or the tomb robber.' Yami decided, crawling carefully out of bed so as not to wake Yuugi. Yami wasn't exactly sure how Yuugi and Sugoroku had managed to sleep through the door, but he wasn't taking any chances.
Yami, not being the most graceful person in the world, managed to get his foot tangled in the sheet and fell off the end of the bed with a soft thump. Neither of the other two Motous stirred. Yami sweatdropped, now thoroughly convinced that if the person at the door was a madman he could be murdered and they wouldn't wake up. That wasn't especially comforting, but Yami wasn't too worried by madmen and quickly shoved the train of thought from his mind.
He got to his feet finally and made his way over to the door, ignoring the odd feeling of dizziness he got as he did. Yami stood up on his tiptoes, and looked through the peephole. Sure enough, Yami B was standing in the hallway, his arms crossed and looking around lazily. A small bag was at his feet.
Yami blinked a few times, before unbolting the door with his good arm and opening it, then stepping out into the hallway and shutting the door most of the way behind him. "Tomb robber? What are you doing here?" He asked in confusion.
Yami B gave him a smirk. "What, aren't you happy to see me?" He asked with false cheer.
"No, not really." Yami answered flatly. "Will you answer my question?" He asked, his patience unusually short. "It's 2:30 in the morning."
The white haired thief looked at him blankly. "Obviously. Now go get your swimsuit and let's go to the pool."
"What?" Yami asked in disbelief. "What did you say?"
"You heard me." Yami B said amiably. "Go get your swimsuit and come on. There's a changing room down on the pool deck." When the younger spirit didn't make a move, the thief fixed Yami with a glance that clearly said, 'What are you waiting for?'
Yami stared for a few more seconds, before sighing. "Alright. Just a moment. I have to write a note to Yuugi and jii-chan, and take off this sling."
Yami B nodded and leaned back against a wall as Yami went back into the hotel room.
Yami slowly shuffled through the darkness over toward Yuugi's bag, guided by the flickering light from the television. Once he made it over to the bag which was sitting right below the television, he carefully got down on his knees and began to dig through the blue duffel bag that had his and Yuugi's clothes, throwing out a few things in his effort to find his swimtrunks. Finally, after a few minutes in which Yami's temper had almost shown itself dangerously, he found his midnight blue swimtrunks.
Holding the clothing in his good hand Yami stood back up, his expression changing suddenly from annoyance to shock as he staggered heavily, catching onto the dresser that the tv sat on so he wouldn't fall. The spirit was a little shaken by this, and took the time to rebalance himself and make sure he was steady before going onto his next task.
He sighed quietly, glancing about the room for something to write a note with while a part of him worried over what had happened. Yami frowned mentally, a little annoyed at himself. 'It's not as if it was the first time you've fallen or lost you balance. You did it earlier when you got out of bed, remember?' He asked himself.
Somewhat settled by that, Yami resumed looking for paper and a pen. He knew Yuugi didn't have either, and wasn't really sure where else to find them. While pondering this his gaze fell on the nightstand again, where he almost double-taked as he noticed that a pad of paper and pen were sitting on it next to the phone.
Yami almost laughed at himself and walked over to the nightstand, picking up the paper and pen.
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Aibou,
If you're reading this, it means that I haven't come back yet. The tomb robber came to the door at about 2:30 this morning, and wanted me to got swimming with him. No, I have no idea why. We should be back by 6:00 at the very latest, so we can get ready to leave for the flight to Egypt.
Yami Motou
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Yami nodded, satisfied, and placed the note on the bedside table close to Yuugi, and began writing out another note in his small, neat handwriting.
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Jii-chan,
If you're reading this, I'm obviously not here. See Yuugi's note for the reason.
Yami Motou
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Yami left that note on the other nightstand, closest to Sugoroku. He replaced the pad of paper and the pen in their previous location, and walked back over to Yuugi's bag again. Yami carefully took the sling off his arm, and began unwrapping the injured limb. When he'd successfully done that, Yami was pleased to notice that his arm was healing nicely. He wrapped the sling and bandages into a bundle and put it into the bag. He then grabbed his boots and managed to slip them on one-handedly, not bothering to buckle them correctly.
Towels were down by the pool so Yami didn't have to worry about grabbing one, and he carefully made his way over to the door. Something in the back of his mind was telling him there was something he'd forgotten, but Yami couldn't figure out what it was. While he had a great mind for strategy and things like concepts or theories, his memory wasn't all that good with small things. Especially things that had to do with modern electronics of machines. For instance, Yuugi had told him over and over again how to program the timer on the oven and Yami kept forgetting it, so much in fact that Yuugi didn't even ask him to do it anymore knowing he'd have to explain how to again.
Yami looked back over his shoulder at his aibou before opening the door again and stepping out into the hallway.
Yami B hadn't moved from where Yami had left him, but gave the smaller spirit a smirk that almost counted for a smile before straightening from his position of leaning against the wall. "I was wondering if you were ever going to come back." He remarked, grinning.
"I couldn't find any paper and aibou had packed my swimsuit at the bottom of the bag." Yami grumbled, barely loud enough for the other dark to hear. Yami looked back and forth down the hallway. "Which way do we go?" He asked, his mood lightening back up slightly.
Yami B came up next to him, glancing around as well. "To be perfectly honest Pharaoh, I don't really remember. I guess we choose a direction and go." He said nonchalantly, kneeling to pick up the bag from by his boots.
Yami shrugged slightly, not caring either. "Then lead the way." He said.
Yami B turned left and stalked off down the hall. Yami followed slowly after him.
After a few minutes of walking, Yami B looked back over his shoulder. Yami was 7 or 8 ft behind him, eyes fixed on the ground and dragging his feet a little. Yami B furrowed his eyes brows and stopped, and Yami, who wasn't paying attention, walked right into him.
Yami looked up, a little surprised. "Tomb robber?" He asked.
Yami B looked at him. "Pharaoh?" He asked in the same tone. "Daijoubu ka?" He asked, a little concerned. "You seem very out of it and that's not like you."
"Daijoubu." Yami responded quietly. "I'm just tired, I suppose."
Yami B didn't seem convinced, but didn't call the other boy on it either. The smaller teen was almost an adult, and Yami B figured he could take care of or not take care of himself as he saw fit. Yami B turned back around and resumed walking down the hallway.
Soon, Yami B arrived at a stairwell, which he figured to be a sign he was on the right track. Giving a glance back over his shoulder again to confirm Yami was, indeed, following him, he started down the stairs. The white haired teen walked down the white washed stairwell, absently noting the echo his and Yami's boots made against the steps.
He came out into the hotel lobby, looking around and spotting the white tiled pool deck. He also noticed something he hadn't before; one of the walls near the pool was glass and it was raining, the drops making a pleasant pattering noise. The lobby itself was still lit but the lights were dimmer that they were usually, and the area was deserted.
Yami stepped off the final stair and came to stand next to Yami B. He looked up at him. "What now?" He asked.
Yami B glanced down at him once before glancing back up, and looking around. He noticed the changing room on the same wall the stairwell they had just come from was, and pointed. "We go change." He said, staring for the room. Yami followed.
A few minutes later the two spirits came back out of the changing room in their swimtrunks, having left their clothes in the changing room since they were the only ones around. Yami B's swimtrunks were black and Yami's were midnight blue, and both still carried their Items around their necks. The younger spirit seemed a little shy to be wearing such a little amount, but Yami B was at ease.
"Why are you so nervous, Pharaoh? You run around in that leather that makes you look like a hooker all the time. I don't see why you get embarrassed wearing a swimsuit." Yami B said matter-of-factly. Yami flipped him off.
The tomb robber grinned at him, and then took off at a run for the pool. When he reached the edge, he planted his feet like a diver and did a flip into the water.
Yami lazily looked over at the rules and, sure enough, number 5 was 'No running in the pool area', and number 6 was 'No diving'. He looked back over at the pool, where Yami B had resurfaced and was spitting a small fountain of water into the air. Yami sighed and made his way over.
Yami B's long white haired seemed even longer when wet, since it was straight instead of fluffy. It reached down almost to his waist, and was a silvery smoke color from being soaked. His bangs fell down past his eyes, and he brushed them away before pulling himself back up onto the deck. He stood and walked over to Yami. "Can you swim, Pharaoh?" He asked.
Yami nodded. "Yes, I just- AH!" Yami yelled as Yami B scooped him up in his arms and threw him deftly into 9ft area of the pool.
The boy king resurfaced, sputtering angrily, and gave Yami B a sharp glare. "That wasn't funny." He said, sounding both offended and annoyed.
Yami B grinned and gave an innocent shrug. "You weren't getting in fast enough." He jumped into the pool again and came up next to Yami, still grinning.
Yami rolled his eyes and stroked over toward the shallow end, muttering something under his breath. Yami B followed after him.
Yami's hair was also a lot longer than it looked, and since it was completly soaked through it hung down straight. The wine colored tips came just past Yami's shoulders, and his bangs were the same length since they didn't stick out at their angles. Yami B was both surprised and amused to see that at first glance, if he didn't know better, he would have thought Yami was a woman.
"Wow, you must take after your mother." Yami B commented with a smirk. "You're quite feminine with your hair down like that."
"Very funny." Yami responded, sending a splash of water the thief's way with his bad hand. Yami was pleased to realize that it didn't hurt, and Yami B noticed this as well.
"Your arm is better, I take it?" He asked, gently taking Yami's right wrist and examining the injuries. They weren't nearly as bad as they had been just two days before, in fact, there were some deep bruises and a few cuts but nothing else.
Yami nodded. "And how are you?" He asked.
"Fine. I've mostly healed." Yami B responded. "In fact, by tomorrow there probably won't be any sign that I ever got into a fight."
Yami nodded again. "That's good." He said, leaning his head back against the cool edge of the pool. He sighed softly, the current situation coming back to him. He still had no real idea of what to do about their enemy, and it was making him very nervous.
Yami B looked at Yami. "Pharaoh?" He asked, leaning next to the younger spirit. "What is it?"
"Nothing..." Yami responded, closing his eyes and bowing his head out of exhaustion.
Yami B frowned, but didn't say anything. 'He doesn't look well...' Yami B thought. 'Maybe I should take him back to his room...'
Both Yami B's and Yami's attention was snapped away from their thoughts as their magic alerted them to another presence in the room. They both looked up to see a man in his 30s standing on the pool deck, watching them with interest.
Yami B did not like the look the man was giving them in the slightest, and he could tell Yami didn't either. The smaller teen had stood straight, and his eyes had rapidly changed from indigo to reddish violet. Yami B scowled darkly at the new arrival, and put a reassuring hand on Yami's shoulder. The white haired thief was very annoyed.
"Hello there. What are two kids like you doing here in the middle of the night?" The man asked in a false friendly tone.
Yami growled quietly, and Yami B echoed him louder. "Why does it concern you?" The brown eyed spirit asked, venom coming into his voice.
"I'm just asking..." The man said, a little taken aback by the teen's tone.
"Well, ask someone else. Leave." Yami B ordered, still scowling. After a few seconds, he noticed the man hadn't moved. "NOW!" He added angrily.
The man jumped, turned, and ran.
The two yamis stared after the coward, and then both began laughing. "That was one of the most idiotic things I've ever seen..." Yami B commented. "He had no spine."
Yami grinned at him. "For as presumptuous as he was, you'd expect him to be a little less easily frightened by two teenagers."
Yami B nodded his agreement, still grinning. "Stupid, stupid mortal..."
"There is a lesson to be learned out of this, however." Yami spoke up, quelling his laughter. "We need to be on guard, even if we can handle any mortal that comes our way. We would have been in trouble had that been our enemy." He said.
Yami B nodded again, thoughtfully this time. "Yes, I suppose you're right." He admitted, his thoughts traveling to the upcoming flight to Egypt. His heart lept with excitement to be returning to his homeland. However, he realized he'd never been informed of the plan they would go on once they landed. "Hey, Pharaoh?" He asked, and Yami looked up at him with eyes that had returned to their darker indigo color. "What are we going to do when we arrive in Egypt?"
Yami sighed, looking away from Yami B's eyes and instead down at the water. "I'm not sure..." He said sincerely. This had been bothering him. "I supposed we would just know when we arrived in Egypt."
Yami B frowned a little, leaning back against the side of the pool again with his gaze fixed absently on the balcony. "That's not much to go on." He said finally.
"I know..." Yami replied softly. He shut his eyes, coughing a few times.
Yami B swung his head back toward the younger spirit at the sound, reminded of Yami's condition. "Are you sure you're alright?" He asked, noticing the paleness of the tri-color haired boy's face.
Yami nodded. "I'm fine." He replied.
Yami B studied him for a moment. "Maybe we should return to our rooms." He suggested. "It's 3:30am." He said, looking up at the clock on the wall next to the changing rooms.
Yami shrugged, and Yami B took that as an 'okay'. The thief got out of the water, and Yami did the same.
"Now... Towels..." Yami B muttered to himself, looking around. "Where the hell are the towels...?" His gaze traveled around the entire area twice before he noticed a cart stacked with towels over by the changing room. 'Of course...' He said mentally.
He jogged over to the cart and grabbed two towels, throwing one to Yami and using the other to dry himself. He squeezed water out of his hair and attempted to towel-dry it before deciding it was a lost cause, and went to change.
Yami followed Yami B into the changing room, where he resumed his attempts to dry his own hair. It was still hanging down from the weight of the water, but he'd almost gotten it dry enough for it to spring back into it's usual position. Eventually it was mostly back to normal, and Yami changed as well.
Yami B yawned, stretching. "Well, that was fun. I got to break rules, go swimming, and tell off jerks all in the same hour." He remarked cheerfully. He shook his head quickly, spraying water everywhere.
"Thank you." Yami said sarcastically as most of the water hit him in the face. "I needed that."
"Don't mention it." Yami B responded, smirking. "Come on, Pharaoh, let's go back to our rooms."
Yami nodded in agreement, and tossed his towel off to the side into a laundry basket.
Yami B did the same but missed with his throw. He didn't seem to care, and went to go collect the bag he'd put his swimtrunks back in. He made sure Yami was ready to go before leaving the changing room and starting for the stairs. Once he got to them, he waited for Yami to go first. Yami looked at him in confusion. "I want you to go first because that way, on the likely chance you trip like the clutz you are I can catch you and won't have to explain what happened to you to your aibou." Yami B said with a smirk.
Yami rolled his eyes. "I'm not a clutz." He protested, and promptly fell out of one of his unfastened boots and onto his face.
Yami B stared down at him with a look that was a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. He managed to keep back his laughter save for a small snicker.
"This isn't funny." Yami commented from his position on the floor, not bothering to move from where he'd landed.
Yami B snickered again, but knelt down next to Yami and pulled him up into a sitting position. "Well, maybe it wasn't funny in a 'haha' way, but it was funny ironic." He said, grinning.
Yami glared at him, standing up. Almost immediately he staggered, this time actually falling into Yami B's arms.
The older spirit lowered himself and the other boy back to the ground, his brown eyes slightly wide. "Pharaoh? Pharaoh, are you-"
"I'm fine." Yami said for about the fifth time since he had joined Yami B, looking off into the distance over the pool and blinking rapidly.
Yami B was not letting it go this time. "Oh, fine are you?" He asked sarcastically. "Then you decided to swan-dive into my arms for fun?"
Yami turned his head slowly to glare at Yami B, but he didn't seem to have anything to say in response to that.
"I thought so." Yami B said, somewhat triumphantly. Then he frowned again. "We should get you up to your room." He helped Yami up to his feet, and the younger teen managed not to sway but only because he put one arm out for balance and held onto Yami B's shirt with the other.
"Oh, you look stable." Yami B remarked, earning him another glare. "Seriously, though. What is causing you to keep doing this?"
Yami shrugged, having balanced himself well enough to let go of Yami B. "I haven't though much about it. It hasn't been bothering me long."
Yami B frowned. "That's not especially a good thing, Pharaoh. If it's sudden, that more alarming."
"It's not anything to be worried about." Yami insisted. "Really. At worst, I have a cold or something."
Yami B raised a silver eyebrow. "If you say so." He said, realizing he wouldn't get anything out of Yami. Although he hated to admit it, he was worried.
Yami started up the stairs, and Yami B followed after him muttering something under his breath that sounded distinctly like 'Stubborn Pharaoh....'
They walked back through the halls, this time remembering their way back to their rooms. Yami placed his hand on the knob, and attempted to open the door before realizing the handle wouldn't move.
"What are you doing?" Yami B asked, putting his hands on his hips as Yami rattled the handle.
"It won't open." Yami said in confusion, before a look of understanding crossed his features. That was what he had forgotten. The key to the door.
Yami B seemed to read his mind, and gave a smirk. "Forget the key card?"
Yami nodded, smiling a little. "Yes." He sighed an let go of the doorknob.
"Well..." Yami B said, obviously considering. "I can't open this sort of lock, but why don't you just contact Yuugi through your link?"
Yami frowned. "I'm not going to wake him up because I snuck out and forgot the key to get back in. He needs his sleep. I can just wait here until morning." He said, sitting down with his back to the door.
Yami B crossed his arms. "That's absurd, Pharaoh." He told the other spirit somewhat condescendingly. "You're not going to stay in the hallway all night with whatever cold you have. I have the card to my and Ryou's room. There's a extra bed, and I know Ryou won't mind if you stay with us for tonight."
Yami blinked, surprised by the offer but very grateful. "Thank you... I just hope aibou won't worry about me."
"You wrote him a note, didn't you?" Yami B asked, pulling Yami to his feet. Yami gave him a sheepish look as Yami B had to steady him so the younger boy wouldn't lose his balance.
"Yes, I did." Yami answered, glaring at his feet as if they were the cause of his problem. "But I told him I'd be back before 6:00am."
"Then contact him at 6:00am when he wakes up." Yami B answered lazily, pulling the key card from his bag and sweeping it through the sensor in the door. "You're supposed to be a genius. Use your brain and stop being such a ditz."
Yami flipped him off while his back was turned.
Yami B opened the door, and motioned for Yami to follow him. Once the two got into the, surprisingly lighted, room, they came face to face with Bakura who looked a little drowsy but mostly awake.
"What are you doing up?" Yami B asked, a little surprised.
"Waiting for you." Bakura said, yawning. He was wearing emerald green pajamas, pale blue socks, and his hair was pulled back and braided. He gave a small wave to Yami before looking back at his dark. "I was worried you would do something stupid, and you'd been gone awhile so I was going to go looking for you."
Yami B tapped his temple, raising an eyebrow. "What about the link?"
"You would have lied about what you were doing." Bakura answered simply, stretching and making his way over to the bed against the wall. He sat down on the bed, and turned his attention to Yami. "Did you forget the key into your room?" He asked, smiling since he already knew the answer.
Yami sighed and nodded. "How did you guess?"
Bakura didn't bother to answer, knowing the question was rhetorical. He took a look at Yami's clothes, stood up again, and went over to dig through his bag.
Both yamis watched him with interest, until he tossed a few pieces of blue clothing onto Yami's head. "There." Bakura said, standing back up. "Those may be a little big, but they should fit you well enough." He turned to his other as Yami pulled the pajamas off his hair and went to change, not even bothering to argue. "You can find your own pajamas." Bakura told Yami B, stalking back over to his bed and sitting down.
Yami B smirked a little, before going to dig in Bakura's bag.
Yami came out of the bathroom, carrying his clothes neatly folded clothes. Bakura's pajamas were a little big on him; the sleeves came to his fingertips and the ends of the pants bunched around his feet, but they would do fine. "Thank you." Yami said to Bakura.
Bakura smiled. "Don't mention it." He said in his light accent. "You should get some sleep. We need to get up early." He told Yami is a surprisingly authoritative voice. "You can have the bed near the window."
Yami nodded his thanks, and got into the bed as Yami B, who had gone to change, came back. Yami B yawned loudly, wearing jet black pajamas. His hair was braided like his other's.
"Who looks like a girl now?" Yami asked, smirking.
Yami B glared at him, and got into the middle bed. "Only my hair looks like a girl's. Your face does."
Yami frowned. "It does not."
"Does too."
"Does not."
Bakura shook his head in exasperation, and disappeared under a pillow and the blankets.
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A/N: Adding Bakura was fun. ^_^ He's tons of fun to write, even if he's a little more forceful than in the show. Oh well. I take creative liberties.
Also, two pieces of art for Eien are now up. The links to the pics are in my bio. ^_^
Anyway, please review! And I'll try to have the next chapter up sometime soon... But writer's block is still being evil. -_-'
I have over 50 reviews now! I'm so happy...
C.A: I don't know why, but Yami B with a steak always seems funny to me... And I constantly eat my hair. >_ (Ahondra: Hey!)
Borath: I'm glad you liked the chapter. I was worried it was really bad. ^_^' I'm also glad you like the Yami and Yami B interactions, since they're so much more fun to write than I'd expected them to be. (And to think, in the very very first ideas for this story, Yami B wasn't even a big part. *Snickers* Now he's a co-star.) And about Yami... Well... I don't intend on giving the guy a break for awhile. *Evil grin* I left him more-or-less alone in the first 12 chapters (okay, so I let him get chewed up by a Silver Fang, but that doesn't count), and now it's torture time! *Cackles maniacally* I think I reviewed the newest chapter of Domination... But if it didn't go through I'll do it again. ^_^
Ryuujin Dragon King: This next chapter gets more serious. ^_^ I'm glad you like the comedy too. Yeah, alcohol makes you flushed, like you're blushing. And Yami's already a ghost. *Grin*
Ashita: Another giant review! I'm very happy! Princess Mononoke is one of my favorite anime movies. *Hugs her DVD* Originally, I was just going to have Yami B order a normal steak, then I upped it to 26oz or so, and then I changed it again. *Snickers* Considering that I usually eat 8oz steaks or a little bigger, I thought it would be fun to give Yami B a giant steak.
I have a different problem when I'm alone. When I'm totally alone, as in no one in the house, I'm pretty much fine unless I hear a knock or another noise like that, then I get creeped out. But I have two dogs, so I don't get too worried. But when other people are in the house and I'm in my room or something alone, I get really lonely. *Sighs*
*Blinks* Again, this has helped me a lot. I'll keep it in mind, and try to add more in the descriptions. ^_^ I'd never even thought about people or little things...
BlackScarab: Thanks for the review! I'm glad you like the comedy. Even though these next few chapters will be more serious, I'll make sure to add some funny stuff since everyone seems to like it so much. ^_^
I ordered CDs! *Is happy* I can't wait for them to get here. I ordered this cool poster and wall scroll too... And of course, mangas 32, 33, 23, and 8. *Grin*
I also got a live journal. You can see it at the link given on my profile. *Kicks ff.net's coding problems with URLs in documents* Also, this story has 37,000 words now! It's almost a novel already. O.o Once the first few chapters get a rewrite, it'll be even longer.
I'm still in the search for a title for the third part of this silly little trilogy. This one's Eien (Eternally), and the sequel is Itsumo (Always.) I need a title along the same lines, preferably in Japanese... And along the same lines, Mr. Evil-Weirdo-Guy is getting a new name. I just have to find a good Egyptian one. Any suggestions?
I can't remember what symbols I used for talking through the link between Yami B and Bakura if they ever did, but they will have slashes like Yami and Yuugi. I don't know if they're gonna' talk in this chapter, but it's for future reference.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh. If I did, guarantee everyone would be a lot ditzyer. ^_^'
Summary of last time: The yamis ate, and everyone made it to the hotel. It was mostly a transitional chapter, and didn't have too much substance besides the conversation between Yami and Yami B about their mortal and spirit forms.
Preview for this time: The yamis go swimming, talk a bit about their plans, scare off some guy, and go to bed.
Warnings: A lot of flipping each other off, and maybe some cursing.
Japanese
Baka - Idiot
Daijoubu ka? - Are you alright? (Or, 'Is everything okay?')
Daijoubu - I'm alright. (Or 'Everything's okay.')
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Eien; part 14
by: Amiasha
Yami shot upright, eyes wide, looking around the darkened room and trying to remember where he was. Once he spotted his aibou next to him and realized that they were in a hotel in China, he slowly let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
The spirit leaned his head against the wall, brushing his damp bangs out of his face as he took a few moments to calm down. He glanced over toward the clock on the nightstand, and it read 2:24am. Yami sighed, brushing back his bangs again and absently noting how hot he felt.
Suddenly, there was a light and rapid knock at the door. Yami frowned, wondering who would be knocking at the door at 2:30 in the morning. 'If it's one of my friends, then it's most likely either Joey or the tomb robber.' Yami decided, crawling carefully out of bed so as not to wake Yuugi. Yami wasn't exactly sure how Yuugi and Sugoroku had managed to sleep through the door, but he wasn't taking any chances.
Yami, not being the most graceful person in the world, managed to get his foot tangled in the sheet and fell off the end of the bed with a soft thump. Neither of the other two Motous stirred. Yami sweatdropped, now thoroughly convinced that if the person at the door was a madman he could be murdered and they wouldn't wake up. That wasn't especially comforting, but Yami wasn't too worried by madmen and quickly shoved the train of thought from his mind.
He got to his feet finally and made his way over to the door, ignoring the odd feeling of dizziness he got as he did. Yami stood up on his tiptoes, and looked through the peephole. Sure enough, Yami B was standing in the hallway, his arms crossed and looking around lazily. A small bag was at his feet.
Yami blinked a few times, before unbolting the door with his good arm and opening it, then stepping out into the hallway and shutting the door most of the way behind him. "Tomb robber? What are you doing here?" He asked in confusion.
Yami B gave him a smirk. "What, aren't you happy to see me?" He asked with false cheer.
"No, not really." Yami answered flatly. "Will you answer my question?" He asked, his patience unusually short. "It's 2:30 in the morning."
The white haired thief looked at him blankly. "Obviously. Now go get your swimsuit and let's go to the pool."
"What?" Yami asked in disbelief. "What did you say?"
"You heard me." Yami B said amiably. "Go get your swimsuit and come on. There's a changing room down on the pool deck." When the younger spirit didn't make a move, the thief fixed Yami with a glance that clearly said, 'What are you waiting for?'
Yami stared for a few more seconds, before sighing. "Alright. Just a moment. I have to write a note to Yuugi and jii-chan, and take off this sling."
Yami B nodded and leaned back against a wall as Yami went back into the hotel room.
Yami slowly shuffled through the darkness over toward Yuugi's bag, guided by the flickering light from the television. Once he made it over to the bag which was sitting right below the television, he carefully got down on his knees and began to dig through the blue duffel bag that had his and Yuugi's clothes, throwing out a few things in his effort to find his swimtrunks. Finally, after a few minutes in which Yami's temper had almost shown itself dangerously, he found his midnight blue swimtrunks.
Holding the clothing in his good hand Yami stood back up, his expression changing suddenly from annoyance to shock as he staggered heavily, catching onto the dresser that the tv sat on so he wouldn't fall. The spirit was a little shaken by this, and took the time to rebalance himself and make sure he was steady before going onto his next task.
He sighed quietly, glancing about the room for something to write a note with while a part of him worried over what had happened. Yami frowned mentally, a little annoyed at himself. 'It's not as if it was the first time you've fallen or lost you balance. You did it earlier when you got out of bed, remember?' He asked himself.
Somewhat settled by that, Yami resumed looking for paper and a pen. He knew Yuugi didn't have either, and wasn't really sure where else to find them. While pondering this his gaze fell on the nightstand again, where he almost double-taked as he noticed that a pad of paper and pen were sitting on it next to the phone.
Yami almost laughed at himself and walked over to the nightstand, picking up the paper and pen.
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Aibou,
If you're reading this, it means that I haven't come back yet. The tomb robber came to the door at about 2:30 this morning, and wanted me to got swimming with him. No, I have no idea why. We should be back by 6:00 at the very latest, so we can get ready to leave for the flight to Egypt.
Yami Motou
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Yami nodded, satisfied, and placed the note on the bedside table close to Yuugi, and began writing out another note in his small, neat handwriting.
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Jii-chan,
If you're reading this, I'm obviously not here. See Yuugi's note for the reason.
Yami Motou
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Yami left that note on the other nightstand, closest to Sugoroku. He replaced the pad of paper and the pen in their previous location, and walked back over to Yuugi's bag again. Yami carefully took the sling off his arm, and began unwrapping the injured limb. When he'd successfully done that, Yami was pleased to notice that his arm was healing nicely. He wrapped the sling and bandages into a bundle and put it into the bag. He then grabbed his boots and managed to slip them on one-handedly, not bothering to buckle them correctly.
Towels were down by the pool so Yami didn't have to worry about grabbing one, and he carefully made his way over to the door. Something in the back of his mind was telling him there was something he'd forgotten, but Yami couldn't figure out what it was. While he had a great mind for strategy and things like concepts or theories, his memory wasn't all that good with small things. Especially things that had to do with modern electronics of machines. For instance, Yuugi had told him over and over again how to program the timer on the oven and Yami kept forgetting it, so much in fact that Yuugi didn't even ask him to do it anymore knowing he'd have to explain how to again.
Yami looked back over his shoulder at his aibou before opening the door again and stepping out into the hallway.
Yami B hadn't moved from where Yami had left him, but gave the smaller spirit a smirk that almost counted for a smile before straightening from his position of leaning against the wall. "I was wondering if you were ever going to come back." He remarked, grinning.
"I couldn't find any paper and aibou had packed my swimsuit at the bottom of the bag." Yami grumbled, barely loud enough for the other dark to hear. Yami looked back and forth down the hallway. "Which way do we go?" He asked, his mood lightening back up slightly.
Yami B came up next to him, glancing around as well. "To be perfectly honest Pharaoh, I don't really remember. I guess we choose a direction and go." He said nonchalantly, kneeling to pick up the bag from by his boots.
Yami shrugged slightly, not caring either. "Then lead the way." He said.
Yami B turned left and stalked off down the hall. Yami followed slowly after him.
After a few minutes of walking, Yami B looked back over his shoulder. Yami was 7 or 8 ft behind him, eyes fixed on the ground and dragging his feet a little. Yami B furrowed his eyes brows and stopped, and Yami, who wasn't paying attention, walked right into him.
Yami looked up, a little surprised. "Tomb robber?" He asked.
Yami B looked at him. "Pharaoh?" He asked in the same tone. "Daijoubu ka?" He asked, a little concerned. "You seem very out of it and that's not like you."
"Daijoubu." Yami responded quietly. "I'm just tired, I suppose."
Yami B didn't seem convinced, but didn't call the other boy on it either. The smaller teen was almost an adult, and Yami B figured he could take care of or not take care of himself as he saw fit. Yami B turned back around and resumed walking down the hallway.
Soon, Yami B arrived at a stairwell, which he figured to be a sign he was on the right track. Giving a glance back over his shoulder again to confirm Yami was, indeed, following him, he started down the stairs. The white haired teen walked down the white washed stairwell, absently noting the echo his and Yami's boots made against the steps.
He came out into the hotel lobby, looking around and spotting the white tiled pool deck. He also noticed something he hadn't before; one of the walls near the pool was glass and it was raining, the drops making a pleasant pattering noise. The lobby itself was still lit but the lights were dimmer that they were usually, and the area was deserted.
Yami stepped off the final stair and came to stand next to Yami B. He looked up at him. "What now?" He asked.
Yami B glanced down at him once before glancing back up, and looking around. He noticed the changing room on the same wall the stairwell they had just come from was, and pointed. "We go change." He said, staring for the room. Yami followed.
A few minutes later the two spirits came back out of the changing room in their swimtrunks, having left their clothes in the changing room since they were the only ones around. Yami B's swimtrunks were black and Yami's were midnight blue, and both still carried their Items around their necks. The younger spirit seemed a little shy to be wearing such a little amount, but Yami B was at ease.
"Why are you so nervous, Pharaoh? You run around in that leather that makes you look like a hooker all the time. I don't see why you get embarrassed wearing a swimsuit." Yami B said matter-of-factly. Yami flipped him off.
The tomb robber grinned at him, and then took off at a run for the pool. When he reached the edge, he planted his feet like a diver and did a flip into the water.
Yami lazily looked over at the rules and, sure enough, number 5 was 'No running in the pool area', and number 6 was 'No diving'. He looked back over at the pool, where Yami B had resurfaced and was spitting a small fountain of water into the air. Yami sighed and made his way over.
Yami B's long white haired seemed even longer when wet, since it was straight instead of fluffy. It reached down almost to his waist, and was a silvery smoke color from being soaked. His bangs fell down past his eyes, and he brushed them away before pulling himself back up onto the deck. He stood and walked over to Yami. "Can you swim, Pharaoh?" He asked.
Yami nodded. "Yes, I just- AH!" Yami yelled as Yami B scooped him up in his arms and threw him deftly into 9ft area of the pool.
The boy king resurfaced, sputtering angrily, and gave Yami B a sharp glare. "That wasn't funny." He said, sounding both offended and annoyed.
Yami B grinned and gave an innocent shrug. "You weren't getting in fast enough." He jumped into the pool again and came up next to Yami, still grinning.
Yami rolled his eyes and stroked over toward the shallow end, muttering something under his breath. Yami B followed after him.
Yami's hair was also a lot longer than it looked, and since it was completly soaked through it hung down straight. The wine colored tips came just past Yami's shoulders, and his bangs were the same length since they didn't stick out at their angles. Yami B was both surprised and amused to see that at first glance, if he didn't know better, he would have thought Yami was a woman.
"Wow, you must take after your mother." Yami B commented with a smirk. "You're quite feminine with your hair down like that."
"Very funny." Yami responded, sending a splash of water the thief's way with his bad hand. Yami was pleased to realize that it didn't hurt, and Yami B noticed this as well.
"Your arm is better, I take it?" He asked, gently taking Yami's right wrist and examining the injuries. They weren't nearly as bad as they had been just two days before, in fact, there were some deep bruises and a few cuts but nothing else.
Yami nodded. "And how are you?" He asked.
"Fine. I've mostly healed." Yami B responded. "In fact, by tomorrow there probably won't be any sign that I ever got into a fight."
Yami nodded again. "That's good." He said, leaning his head back against the cool edge of the pool. He sighed softly, the current situation coming back to him. He still had no real idea of what to do about their enemy, and it was making him very nervous.
Yami B looked at Yami. "Pharaoh?" He asked, leaning next to the younger spirit. "What is it?"
"Nothing..." Yami responded, closing his eyes and bowing his head out of exhaustion.
Yami B frowned, but didn't say anything. 'He doesn't look well...' Yami B thought. 'Maybe I should take him back to his room...'
Both Yami B's and Yami's attention was snapped away from their thoughts as their magic alerted them to another presence in the room. They both looked up to see a man in his 30s standing on the pool deck, watching them with interest.
Yami B did not like the look the man was giving them in the slightest, and he could tell Yami didn't either. The smaller teen had stood straight, and his eyes had rapidly changed from indigo to reddish violet. Yami B scowled darkly at the new arrival, and put a reassuring hand on Yami's shoulder. The white haired thief was very annoyed.
"Hello there. What are two kids like you doing here in the middle of the night?" The man asked in a false friendly tone.
Yami growled quietly, and Yami B echoed him louder. "Why does it concern you?" The brown eyed spirit asked, venom coming into his voice.
"I'm just asking..." The man said, a little taken aback by the teen's tone.
"Well, ask someone else. Leave." Yami B ordered, still scowling. After a few seconds, he noticed the man hadn't moved. "NOW!" He added angrily.
The man jumped, turned, and ran.
The two yamis stared after the coward, and then both began laughing. "That was one of the most idiotic things I've ever seen..." Yami B commented. "He had no spine."
Yami grinned at him. "For as presumptuous as he was, you'd expect him to be a little less easily frightened by two teenagers."
Yami B nodded his agreement, still grinning. "Stupid, stupid mortal..."
"There is a lesson to be learned out of this, however." Yami spoke up, quelling his laughter. "We need to be on guard, even if we can handle any mortal that comes our way. We would have been in trouble had that been our enemy." He said.
Yami B nodded again, thoughtfully this time. "Yes, I suppose you're right." He admitted, his thoughts traveling to the upcoming flight to Egypt. His heart lept with excitement to be returning to his homeland. However, he realized he'd never been informed of the plan they would go on once they landed. "Hey, Pharaoh?" He asked, and Yami looked up at him with eyes that had returned to their darker indigo color. "What are we going to do when we arrive in Egypt?"
Yami sighed, looking away from Yami B's eyes and instead down at the water. "I'm not sure..." He said sincerely. This had been bothering him. "I supposed we would just know when we arrived in Egypt."
Yami B frowned a little, leaning back against the side of the pool again with his gaze fixed absently on the balcony. "That's not much to go on." He said finally.
"I know..." Yami replied softly. He shut his eyes, coughing a few times.
Yami B swung his head back toward the younger spirit at the sound, reminded of Yami's condition. "Are you sure you're alright?" He asked, noticing the paleness of the tri-color haired boy's face.
Yami nodded. "I'm fine." He replied.
Yami B studied him for a moment. "Maybe we should return to our rooms." He suggested. "It's 3:30am." He said, looking up at the clock on the wall next to the changing rooms.
Yami shrugged, and Yami B took that as an 'okay'. The thief got out of the water, and Yami did the same.
"Now... Towels..." Yami B muttered to himself, looking around. "Where the hell are the towels...?" His gaze traveled around the entire area twice before he noticed a cart stacked with towels over by the changing room. 'Of course...' He said mentally.
He jogged over to the cart and grabbed two towels, throwing one to Yami and using the other to dry himself. He squeezed water out of his hair and attempted to towel-dry it before deciding it was a lost cause, and went to change.
Yami followed Yami B into the changing room, where he resumed his attempts to dry his own hair. It was still hanging down from the weight of the water, but he'd almost gotten it dry enough for it to spring back into it's usual position. Eventually it was mostly back to normal, and Yami changed as well.
Yami B yawned, stretching. "Well, that was fun. I got to break rules, go swimming, and tell off jerks all in the same hour." He remarked cheerfully. He shook his head quickly, spraying water everywhere.
"Thank you." Yami said sarcastically as most of the water hit him in the face. "I needed that."
"Don't mention it." Yami B responded, smirking. "Come on, Pharaoh, let's go back to our rooms."
Yami nodded in agreement, and tossed his towel off to the side into a laundry basket.
Yami B did the same but missed with his throw. He didn't seem to care, and went to go collect the bag he'd put his swimtrunks back in. He made sure Yami was ready to go before leaving the changing room and starting for the stairs. Once he got to them, he waited for Yami to go first. Yami looked at him in confusion. "I want you to go first because that way, on the likely chance you trip like the clutz you are I can catch you and won't have to explain what happened to you to your aibou." Yami B said with a smirk.
Yami rolled his eyes. "I'm not a clutz." He protested, and promptly fell out of one of his unfastened boots and onto his face.
Yami B stared down at him with a look that was a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. He managed to keep back his laughter save for a small snicker.
"This isn't funny." Yami commented from his position on the floor, not bothering to move from where he'd landed.
Yami B snickered again, but knelt down next to Yami and pulled him up into a sitting position. "Well, maybe it wasn't funny in a 'haha' way, but it was funny ironic." He said, grinning.
Yami glared at him, standing up. Almost immediately he staggered, this time actually falling into Yami B's arms.
The older spirit lowered himself and the other boy back to the ground, his brown eyes slightly wide. "Pharaoh? Pharaoh, are you-"
"I'm fine." Yami said for about the fifth time since he had joined Yami B, looking off into the distance over the pool and blinking rapidly.
Yami B was not letting it go this time. "Oh, fine are you?" He asked sarcastically. "Then you decided to swan-dive into my arms for fun?"
Yami turned his head slowly to glare at Yami B, but he didn't seem to have anything to say in response to that.
"I thought so." Yami B said, somewhat triumphantly. Then he frowned again. "We should get you up to your room." He helped Yami up to his feet, and the younger teen managed not to sway but only because he put one arm out for balance and held onto Yami B's shirt with the other.
"Oh, you look stable." Yami B remarked, earning him another glare. "Seriously, though. What is causing you to keep doing this?"
Yami shrugged, having balanced himself well enough to let go of Yami B. "I haven't though much about it. It hasn't been bothering me long."
Yami B frowned. "That's not especially a good thing, Pharaoh. If it's sudden, that more alarming."
"It's not anything to be worried about." Yami insisted. "Really. At worst, I have a cold or something."
Yami B raised a silver eyebrow. "If you say so." He said, realizing he wouldn't get anything out of Yami. Although he hated to admit it, he was worried.
Yami started up the stairs, and Yami B followed after him muttering something under his breath that sounded distinctly like 'Stubborn Pharaoh....'
They walked back through the halls, this time remembering their way back to their rooms. Yami placed his hand on the knob, and attempted to open the door before realizing the handle wouldn't move.
"What are you doing?" Yami B asked, putting his hands on his hips as Yami rattled the handle.
"It won't open." Yami said in confusion, before a look of understanding crossed his features. That was what he had forgotten. The key to the door.
Yami B seemed to read his mind, and gave a smirk. "Forget the key card?"
Yami nodded, smiling a little. "Yes." He sighed an let go of the doorknob.
"Well..." Yami B said, obviously considering. "I can't open this sort of lock, but why don't you just contact Yuugi through your link?"
Yami frowned. "I'm not going to wake him up because I snuck out and forgot the key to get back in. He needs his sleep. I can just wait here until morning." He said, sitting down with his back to the door.
Yami B crossed his arms. "That's absurd, Pharaoh." He told the other spirit somewhat condescendingly. "You're not going to stay in the hallway all night with whatever cold you have. I have the card to my and Ryou's room. There's a extra bed, and I know Ryou won't mind if you stay with us for tonight."
Yami blinked, surprised by the offer but very grateful. "Thank you... I just hope aibou won't worry about me."
"You wrote him a note, didn't you?" Yami B asked, pulling Yami to his feet. Yami gave him a sheepish look as Yami B had to steady him so the younger boy wouldn't lose his balance.
"Yes, I did." Yami answered, glaring at his feet as if they were the cause of his problem. "But I told him I'd be back before 6:00am."
"Then contact him at 6:00am when he wakes up." Yami B answered lazily, pulling the key card from his bag and sweeping it through the sensor in the door. "You're supposed to be a genius. Use your brain and stop being such a ditz."
Yami flipped him off while his back was turned.
Yami B opened the door, and motioned for Yami to follow him. Once the two got into the, surprisingly lighted, room, they came face to face with Bakura who looked a little drowsy but mostly awake.
"What are you doing up?" Yami B asked, a little surprised.
"Waiting for you." Bakura said, yawning. He was wearing emerald green pajamas, pale blue socks, and his hair was pulled back and braided. He gave a small wave to Yami before looking back at his dark. "I was worried you would do something stupid, and you'd been gone awhile so I was going to go looking for you."
Yami B tapped his temple, raising an eyebrow. "What about the link?"
"You would have lied about what you were doing." Bakura answered simply, stretching and making his way over to the bed against the wall. He sat down on the bed, and turned his attention to Yami. "Did you forget the key into your room?" He asked, smiling since he already knew the answer.
Yami sighed and nodded. "How did you guess?"
Bakura didn't bother to answer, knowing the question was rhetorical. He took a look at Yami's clothes, stood up again, and went over to dig through his bag.
Both yamis watched him with interest, until he tossed a few pieces of blue clothing onto Yami's head. "There." Bakura said, standing back up. "Those may be a little big, but they should fit you well enough." He turned to his other as Yami pulled the pajamas off his hair and went to change, not even bothering to argue. "You can find your own pajamas." Bakura told Yami B, stalking back over to his bed and sitting down.
Yami B smirked a little, before going to dig in Bakura's bag.
Yami came out of the bathroom, carrying his clothes neatly folded clothes. Bakura's pajamas were a little big on him; the sleeves came to his fingertips and the ends of the pants bunched around his feet, but they would do fine. "Thank you." Yami said to Bakura.
Bakura smiled. "Don't mention it." He said in his light accent. "You should get some sleep. We need to get up early." He told Yami is a surprisingly authoritative voice. "You can have the bed near the window."
Yami nodded his thanks, and got into the bed as Yami B, who had gone to change, came back. Yami B yawned loudly, wearing jet black pajamas. His hair was braided like his other's.
"Who looks like a girl now?" Yami asked, smirking.
Yami B glared at him, and got into the middle bed. "Only my hair looks like a girl's. Your face does."
Yami frowned. "It does not."
"Does too."
"Does not."
Bakura shook his head in exasperation, and disappeared under a pillow and the blankets.
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A/N: Adding Bakura was fun. ^_^ He's tons of fun to write, even if he's a little more forceful than in the show. Oh well. I take creative liberties.
Also, two pieces of art for Eien are now up. The links to the pics are in my bio. ^_^
Anyway, please review! And I'll try to have the next chapter up sometime soon... But writer's block is still being evil. -_-'