Author's Note: Well it would appear that I finally updated. Yay! There's not much to say to this chapter but I started writing it in August, the 9nth to be exact, and now I've finally finished it. It's quite insane how long I've been working on this eh? Well, I actually haven't been and that's the problem... Whatever. Anyway, you may notice that in some parts it seems a little...abrupt. Well, I don't know how to explain, but you'll see when you read. It happens with the dialogue. I really just wanted to get this chapter up so I didn't put that much effort into it. I still hope you like it.
BTW: Rex Raptor comes into the story in this chapter and I kept his English name cuz I don't remember his Japanese one. Just thought I should point that out. That is all.
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! does not belong to me and it never will. Damn...
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"Stupid arrogant bastard..." Bakura huffed, stomping down the stairs. Ryou followed a few paces behind. His yami was very frightening when angry, as the young boy had learned many times over. Suddenly, Bakura whirled around, facing Ryou, fury etched in his pale, attractive face. "And you! Why the hell didn't you take my side?"
Ryou took a step back, tripped on the stair and fell on his bottom as his yami loomed over him, a dark and terrifying force. The hikari stared up at Bakura, trying to get an answer out but failing miserably. All he could muster was a string of gibberish.
"Think before you speak, fool." Bakura snarled, anger mounting.
"It's just not worth it. We'll slip something into their coffee on Monday." Ryou said, striding down the stairs, ignoring the look of surprise and amusement on his yami's face. At the base of the stairs, he looked coyly up at Bakura. Winking, he pointed out the window at a van parked in front of the house. "It's not the Volkswagen, but it's considerably roomier. Catch my drift?"
Bakura stayed rooted to his stair. It's not the Volkswagen, but it's considerably roomier. Was this the same hikari who he had caught dancing and singing along to the Spice Girls? Bakura shook his head, this surely was not his hikari speaking.
Ryou tapped his foot impatiently, blowing white bangs out of his eyes. "Well? The offer is for tonight, not next year."
Ok, definitely not my hikari. Bakura laughed. "Who are you?"
"I'm horny," Ryou replied, getting angry with the yami. God, why is he being so difficult? "Now are you going to fix my problem or not?"
The dark still remained motionless on the step. He looked out the window at the van, then back to his horny hikari. "Did you ever stop to think about the owner of that car?"
"Did you ever stop to think that the owner of that car is probably drunk of his ass in the kitchen?"
Bakura opened his mouth, closing it after he realized that he couldn't argue with that. The boy spoke wisdom. Nothing was making sense. There had to be some ulterior motive to Ryou's actions. Just then it dawned on him. "I'll help you with your little 'problem', but there's no way in hell I'm going to that Goo Goo Dolls concert with you. It's Metallica or nothing."
Dammit! Alright, time for plan B. "Oh c'mon! We can have sex afterwards! Hell, we can have sex during!" He tried. It looked as if the yami was seriously considering the offer, but then remembered what the Goo Goo Dolls sounded like and quickly rejected the offer.
"Nice try, but I don't give in that easily." Bakura smirked, crossing his arms across his chest (his sexy, sexy chest ^.^).
Plan C. Time to take out the big guns. Ryou jutted out his bottom lip, gazing innocently up at Bakura. Chocolate brown eyes glazed over as tiny tears began to form at the corners of his eyes. This ought to do it.
Bakura blanched. Oh shit, my only weakness. Damn him and those eyes! "It's not gonna work." The onslaught of cuteness continued. "No, not this time." Ryou's bottom lip quivered and his eyes somehow got bigger. "It's not gonna – oh fuck it. Alright, I'll go. But you fucking owe me."
"Yay!" Ryou cried, jumping up and down, eyes no longer teary.
Bakura smiled despite himself. "I honestly don't know why I put up with you. Now get your sexy ass into that van," he said, joining the hikari and the bottom of the stairs and grabbing his wrist. "You still owe me for the concert."
Ryou smiled coyly. "We'll see about that," he said, nipping at Bakura's ear.
My hikari is fucking cool. The yami thought briefly, before pushing that thought from his mind and ordering his memory banks to destroy that thought and whatever was responsible for it. They made their way to the van. Bakura pulled the door open and screamed, a female voice mingling with the scream. The yami recovered from his start quickly and glared at Mai, who met his gaze with the same ferocity. Bakura growled, "What are you doing here?"
"This is my van," she growled in turn, a small flame burning in her eyes. To say that Bakura and Mai absolutely and completely despised each other more than anything in the world would be a gross understatement. "Now leave."
"No," Bakura snarled, balling his fists so hard that his nails cut into his skin painfully. He didn't care; all that mattered was ripping out Mai's beautiful golden hair. Mai, as if sensing his thoughts, reached into her bag and took out pepper spray.
"I'm warning you," she said, pointing the MACE at him. Bakura unconsciously stepped back; he knew full well that pepper spray was quite possibly the most painful thing one could ever experience. But he wasn't going to give up either.
"You think that can scare me?" Bakura said, trying to believe the words himself.
She smiled. "It's obvious you are."
Bakura didn't speak, but at that moment the door of the house opened and a rather short man walked out. It was Rex Raptor, Mai's lackey. He was staggering towards the three, dropped a beer bottle about halfway to them, and dropped another upon reaching them. But don't worry folks, he had still one more. Bakura and Ryou stepped back disgustedly, even Mai was utterly repulsed by him and was fingering her MACE, tempted to use it. Rex gawked at Ryou and Bakura, as if not seeing them before. His speech was all garbled and slurred, none could figure out what he had said. However, Rex did not seem to notice the glares he was getting or Bakura, his soul focus was on Ryou; the boy was pretty enough when one wasn't drunk. But Bakura had knocked him flat on the ground before Rex could lay so much as a finger on him. Rex got up, seething with anger. He brought his fist back and that was the last thing he did.
Bakura, Ryou, and Mai were stricken with shock, covered in blood, staring at the remains of Rex; two bloody stumps of legs. He had just exploded all of a sudden. Bakura's eyes were wide. "What the fuck just happened."
Neither Mai nor Ryou had an answer. It didn't make any sense, but Ryou tried to make sense of it anyway. "Um, maybe he spontaneously combusted? I've read somewhere that-
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"You don't blow up when you spontaneously combust!" Bakura yelled.
"Well, I think I saw something – a shadow flying away – but I could have just been imagining it..." Ryou said.
"A shadow?"
"Shut up," Mai said, "I think I hear something."
No one moved as they listened. At first, they thought it was a figment of their imagination but soon the sound became clearer and it was coming closer.
"Everybody into the van!" Mai yelled.
The others climbed in without question, shutting the door behind them. They sat silently, listening to the outside. They couldn't hear the sound any more, but they were still wary. After some time Bakura, tired of waiting, moved to the front of the van and peered out the window. Nothing. He turned back to Ryou and Mai, sitting anxiously in the back, wiping the blood off their faces.
"There's nothing there."
Ryou and Mai relaxed, as did Bakura. But he was on edge again when he saw Mai and Ryou's expression. Their eyes were wide with fear, they had both paled considerably and Mai was pointing at the window, opening and closing her mouth soundlessly. Bakura turned around fearfully.
"HOLY SHIT!"
He backed away from the window quickly, falling into Mai and Ryou. They stared, backs against the van's side, at a furry creature floating just outside the window.
"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit..." Bakura muttered over and over again.
"Isn't that..."He muttered softly.
"It can't be!" Mai said. "Kuriboh?"
"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit..."
They continued to stare at the Kuriboh, confused and scared. There was a second where time seemed to stand still, and then all Hell broke loose as Kuriboh smashed through the window.
"Fuck!" Bakura yelled, kicked the back doors open, jumped out of the van and ran. Mai and Ryou followed suit, running like there was no tomorrow, for in fact there wouldn't be one if they didn't. But of course, some one had to trip and in this case it was Ryou.
"Bakura help."
"Ryou!" Bakura cried, turning around and to his horror he found Ryou sprawled on the ground trying to get up. The Kuriboh was almost upon him. Bakura started running towards him but smashed into Mai. The force of the impact caused them to fall off the road and down a hill into swampy water.
Bakura stuck his head above the water gasping for breath. Mai did the same, but with a lot more whining. But the yami did not tell her to 'shut her fucking mouth'. Instead, he ran out of the swamp, not caring that he was covered in swamp matter and he smelled like week old garbage. He ran down the street to where he had last seen Ryou. But to his horror, he found the pavement smeared with blood: his hikari's blood. Bakura sunk to his knees, hardly daring to believe this mal turn of luck. From behind him he heard the clicking of Mai's shoes, the sound muffled by swamp residue.
"Oh no..." He heard her say softly.
For the first time in over 5000 years Bakura felt tears well up in his eyes. His bottom lip trembled, and he pounded the pavement, sending tears flying over the bloody patch. He dropped his head, breathing heavily. Tears dripped from his eyes like a fountain.
I promise, if it costs me my life. I will avenge you Ryou, my hikari, my love...
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End Notes: Hey look! Mush! Yeah, I wasn't actually gonna make Bakura cry but I felt it would be better if I did. Hehe. Yup, so I hope you liked it.
BTW: I sort of burned Goo Goo Dolls in this chapter. I actually like Goo Goo Dolls...well sort of. I went through this phase in Gr. 8 (well, when I was writing this chapter) when I didn't have any specific tastes in music. I only hated stuff. But I liked three bands: 3 Doors Down, Goo Goo Dolls, and Metallica. And the reason I burned the Goos was because I didn't want Ryou to like Good Charlotte or anything because I really hate them and I just didn't want Ryou to like that sort of music. So I gave him the Goo Goo Dolls who are a sappy pop act when compared to Metallica, who kick major ass. So that's that.
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