There I am again. . . I've got plenty of time since I'm kinda ill -_- I
don't like being ill. . . Coughing all the time and feeling dizzy and
stuff. Gah. But, on the other side, I can write more ^-^
To Pocketfirefairy: Thank you! I'm glad you like it ^-^
To Molly-chan: *ducks* I'm so sorry about Ryou. . . I didn't want that, really! My fingers wrote without being asked to! But I hope he still likes me, for he continues his story ^-^
To Afevis: Hey there ^-^ Hm, sad, yes, it was! And finally someone noticed I get my inspirations from songs. . . Every single story of mine is based on a song, actually. I chose Imaginary from Evanescence for this one, because it's my favourite song at the moment! But I really don't know which song made me write Camping Chaos. . . *scratches head*
To Fluffylittledragon: Uh. . . a long story? Well. Thank you anyways ^-^
Only four reviews, again. . . guess I shold set a limit *g* Hey, and no one noticed I messed up Anzu's hair! Yay! Of course, it's not as long as Shizuka's originally, but I've got some plot with it ^-^
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"Dear Ra, what happened?", a pale Shizuka cried out as Bakura and I entered the room, me supporting him. Actually, I had his arm lying around my neck and dragged him along somehow, and his weight was nearly crushing me. I exhaled silently as Mariku twined his arms around Bakura's waist and lifted him off the ground, carrying him in his arms like a baby. I felt guilty; if it weren't for me, Bakura hadn't been shot. My eyes were fixed on him, unable to move, and I felt all dizzy in my head as I watched the dark red stain increasing on the coat.
A hand softly clutched my shoulder, and I felt equally soft hair on my cheek as Anzu pulled me into a light embrace. I hadn't realized that I was crying. I could only nod and snuggle against her, burying my head into her shoulder, as she whispered softly. "Don't worry, he'll be okay." I flinched as the doors flew open and Seto was storming in, followed by Malik. He still was rather pale, even if he was tanned, so I thought that this Isis girl hadn't been found yet. My gaze wandered around over Anzu's shoulder and rested on Bakura again, who laid on a table now. I smiled up at the girl holding me slightly, and her lips turned into a soft smile as well as she wiped away the tears from my cheeks. She then took hold of my hand and dragged me towards the table, where Mariku tried and removed the coat from Bakura.
The injured boy gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes, which were gazing around to look anywhere else but on Mariku's face. Finally, the tall blonde cut the coat with a knife, which appeared out of nowhere, into shreds, causing Bakura to let a growl escape his throat. He glared into Mariku's eyes briefly, causing him to smirk, then his gaze fell on me.
I hadn't realized we had arrived at the table, all I felt was numbness and the soft pressure of Anzu's hand holding mine. I decided to thank her later for her support; that was, if my voice would ever come back. "So. . . the main thing is the kid's not injured.", Bakura said hoarsely. Anzu smiled and shook her head in response. "He's all right. Good job, 'Kura-san." "What did you expect. . . ?", he asked, seconds later he passed out.
While Bakura was in the chamber for recovering (I decided to call it "the chamber", because no one had told me what it's called), I sat between Anzu and Shizuka at the computers. The green eyed girl was still typing, though she asked me to tell them what happened, and so I did. My gaze travelled over the monitors, which were the only light within this room, over the two girls who looked either worried or concentrated. "So someone tried to shoot you? You don't know who or why?" I shook my head.
"No. I mean, I didn't do anything, and it was snowing real hard, so I couldn't see anything!" You could tell I was still in a shock-like state. Shizuka had made me hot chocolate. I clutched to the cup as if it would rescue my life, taking tiny sips now and then. Anzu returned to the key pad, typed a few foreign symbols, and I wondered again - what language was this? I decided to ask.
"That's Egyptian.", Shizuka responded. "But. . . but there is no Egypt anymore!" "Well, is that a reason to forget it?" Anzu smiled. "Am I about to learn it as well?" A nod. I sighed. That's exactly what was missing, learning some old language nobody used.
"That is, if you don't know it yet." Shizuka's comment startled me. "What do you mean, if I don't know yet?" Seto's girlfriend seemed to stifle a laugh, though her delicate shoulders were shaking. Anzu though didn't bother to laugh quietly. "You do know it." "What makes you think that?" A few seconds there was silence. Then-
"Because the brats are speaking to you the entire time in Egyptian.", a low voice said from behind. I flinched; The so-called brats turned their heads smiling. "So you feel better now, 'Kura?" "Of course. Follow me, kid, I'm supposed to be your trainer." My head turned as well. Bakura stood behind us, arms crossed over his chest, white bangs falling into the crimson eyes. I stifled a sudden shudder; he was dressed in a black tank top and tight black pants again. I wore a damn sweater and jeans! I mean, it was January!! It was COLD!
But I followed him through dark corridors. This mansion really didn't seem to have any lamps inside. What would they do if sun set? Hmmm? Nothing, I guess. Staring at Bakura's back, I was lost in thoughts again, but I snapped out of it painfully as I crashed into him. He didn't say a word, just typing the code into the pad next to the door. "Uhm. . . Bakura?" A low growl was his only answer, so I decided to gather my courage and continue. "Is every door sealed?" It took a while until he answered. First, he finished typing the code and strode inside the large room behind the heavy doors once they had opened. I followed quickly. Now that was surprising. The room was the largest one I've ever saw, apart from a school's gym, with only a closet all over one wall. Bakura went over to the closet and opened it. I couldn't see anything, so I kept following him.
"Yes.", he said. I went silent; what, yes?
"The answer, kid. It's 'yes`. Every door is sealed in this mansion, and every door's got another code to open it." "How come you can remember all of them?" The taller boy removed something from the closet, leaving it open, and turned away, walking a few steps.
The closet was full of weapons.
"It's quite easy if you got it once. But that's not the reason we're here, is it? Come over here." His voice was as cold as ever, uncaring and heartless, but he had saved my life earlier, hadn't he? Oh well. I moved closer to him, unsure. He sighed in annoyance because of my hesitation, grabbed my arm and pulled me in front if him. I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. . . but he didn't seem to notice, or he ignored it. With his body close behind me, and when I say close, it IS, he turned me to another direction, now facing the opposite wall.
"Listen, kid, I'll only explain this once.", he said quietly, way too close into my ear, causing shivers being sent down my spine. Did I mention before that his voice was quite sexy when he whispered?
"You take it like this. . . " at that, he twined his left arm around my waist, shoving the odd looking weapon into my right hand with his free one, "- place your fingers here -", he put his fingers over my own, holding them in place, "- and then -", he held me firmly to his chest,"-you push this button."
An air blast escaped the weapon soundly, crushed into the solid wall made of steel, and I'd been pushed back onto the ground by the pressure if Bakura hadn't held me. I stared at the weapon with awe. . . it wasn't like I used the weapon, no, the weapon has used me instead. I thought I'd never be able to use it properly without Bakura standing behind me and holding me in place - but then, it was a rather nice feeling being hold.
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Wow, this chapter was long! And that was only the beginning of training. . . I mean, Ryou's got to learn to defend himself, hasn't he? And of course Bakura will show him - though I guess he'll protect him, though. Anyways, review please!
To Pocketfirefairy: Thank you! I'm glad you like it ^-^
To Molly-chan: *ducks* I'm so sorry about Ryou. . . I didn't want that, really! My fingers wrote without being asked to! But I hope he still likes me, for he continues his story ^-^
To Afevis: Hey there ^-^ Hm, sad, yes, it was! And finally someone noticed I get my inspirations from songs. . . Every single story of mine is based on a song, actually. I chose Imaginary from Evanescence for this one, because it's my favourite song at the moment! But I really don't know which song made me write Camping Chaos. . . *scratches head*
To Fluffylittledragon: Uh. . . a long story? Well. Thank you anyways ^-^
Only four reviews, again. . . guess I shold set a limit *g* Hey, and no one noticed I messed up Anzu's hair! Yay! Of course, it's not as long as Shizuka's originally, but I've got some plot with it ^-^
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"Dear Ra, what happened?", a pale Shizuka cried out as Bakura and I entered the room, me supporting him. Actually, I had his arm lying around my neck and dragged him along somehow, and his weight was nearly crushing me. I exhaled silently as Mariku twined his arms around Bakura's waist and lifted him off the ground, carrying him in his arms like a baby. I felt guilty; if it weren't for me, Bakura hadn't been shot. My eyes were fixed on him, unable to move, and I felt all dizzy in my head as I watched the dark red stain increasing on the coat.
A hand softly clutched my shoulder, and I felt equally soft hair on my cheek as Anzu pulled me into a light embrace. I hadn't realized that I was crying. I could only nod and snuggle against her, burying my head into her shoulder, as she whispered softly. "Don't worry, he'll be okay." I flinched as the doors flew open and Seto was storming in, followed by Malik. He still was rather pale, even if he was tanned, so I thought that this Isis girl hadn't been found yet. My gaze wandered around over Anzu's shoulder and rested on Bakura again, who laid on a table now. I smiled up at the girl holding me slightly, and her lips turned into a soft smile as well as she wiped away the tears from my cheeks. She then took hold of my hand and dragged me towards the table, where Mariku tried and removed the coat from Bakura.
The injured boy gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes, which were gazing around to look anywhere else but on Mariku's face. Finally, the tall blonde cut the coat with a knife, which appeared out of nowhere, into shreds, causing Bakura to let a growl escape his throat. He glared into Mariku's eyes briefly, causing him to smirk, then his gaze fell on me.
I hadn't realized we had arrived at the table, all I felt was numbness and the soft pressure of Anzu's hand holding mine. I decided to thank her later for her support; that was, if my voice would ever come back. "So. . . the main thing is the kid's not injured.", Bakura said hoarsely. Anzu smiled and shook her head in response. "He's all right. Good job, 'Kura-san." "What did you expect. . . ?", he asked, seconds later he passed out.
While Bakura was in the chamber for recovering (I decided to call it "the chamber", because no one had told me what it's called), I sat between Anzu and Shizuka at the computers. The green eyed girl was still typing, though she asked me to tell them what happened, and so I did. My gaze travelled over the monitors, which were the only light within this room, over the two girls who looked either worried or concentrated. "So someone tried to shoot you? You don't know who or why?" I shook my head.
"No. I mean, I didn't do anything, and it was snowing real hard, so I couldn't see anything!" You could tell I was still in a shock-like state. Shizuka had made me hot chocolate. I clutched to the cup as if it would rescue my life, taking tiny sips now and then. Anzu returned to the key pad, typed a few foreign symbols, and I wondered again - what language was this? I decided to ask.
"That's Egyptian.", Shizuka responded. "But. . . but there is no Egypt anymore!" "Well, is that a reason to forget it?" Anzu smiled. "Am I about to learn it as well?" A nod. I sighed. That's exactly what was missing, learning some old language nobody used.
"That is, if you don't know it yet." Shizuka's comment startled me. "What do you mean, if I don't know yet?" Seto's girlfriend seemed to stifle a laugh, though her delicate shoulders were shaking. Anzu though didn't bother to laugh quietly. "You do know it." "What makes you think that?" A few seconds there was silence. Then-
"Because the brats are speaking to you the entire time in Egyptian.", a low voice said from behind. I flinched; The so-called brats turned their heads smiling. "So you feel better now, 'Kura?" "Of course. Follow me, kid, I'm supposed to be your trainer." My head turned as well. Bakura stood behind us, arms crossed over his chest, white bangs falling into the crimson eyes. I stifled a sudden shudder; he was dressed in a black tank top and tight black pants again. I wore a damn sweater and jeans! I mean, it was January!! It was COLD!
But I followed him through dark corridors. This mansion really didn't seem to have any lamps inside. What would they do if sun set? Hmmm? Nothing, I guess. Staring at Bakura's back, I was lost in thoughts again, but I snapped out of it painfully as I crashed into him. He didn't say a word, just typing the code into the pad next to the door. "Uhm. . . Bakura?" A low growl was his only answer, so I decided to gather my courage and continue. "Is every door sealed?" It took a while until he answered. First, he finished typing the code and strode inside the large room behind the heavy doors once they had opened. I followed quickly. Now that was surprising. The room was the largest one I've ever saw, apart from a school's gym, with only a closet all over one wall. Bakura went over to the closet and opened it. I couldn't see anything, so I kept following him.
"Yes.", he said. I went silent; what, yes?
"The answer, kid. It's 'yes`. Every door is sealed in this mansion, and every door's got another code to open it." "How come you can remember all of them?" The taller boy removed something from the closet, leaving it open, and turned away, walking a few steps.
The closet was full of weapons.
"It's quite easy if you got it once. But that's not the reason we're here, is it? Come over here." His voice was as cold as ever, uncaring and heartless, but he had saved my life earlier, hadn't he? Oh well. I moved closer to him, unsure. He sighed in annoyance because of my hesitation, grabbed my arm and pulled me in front if him. I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. . . but he didn't seem to notice, or he ignored it. With his body close behind me, and when I say close, it IS, he turned me to another direction, now facing the opposite wall.
"Listen, kid, I'll only explain this once.", he said quietly, way too close into my ear, causing shivers being sent down my spine. Did I mention before that his voice was quite sexy when he whispered?
"You take it like this. . . " at that, he twined his left arm around my waist, shoving the odd looking weapon into my right hand with his free one, "- place your fingers here -", he put his fingers over my own, holding them in place, "- and then -", he held me firmly to his chest,"-you push this button."
An air blast escaped the weapon soundly, crushed into the solid wall made of steel, and I'd been pushed back onto the ground by the pressure if Bakura hadn't held me. I stared at the weapon with awe. . . it wasn't like I used the weapon, no, the weapon has used me instead. I thought I'd never be able to use it properly without Bakura standing behind me and holding me in place - but then, it was a rather nice feeling being hold.
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Wow, this chapter was long! And that was only the beginning of training. . . I mean, Ryou's got to learn to defend himself, hasn't he? And of course Bakura will show him - though I guess he'll protect him, though. Anyways, review please!
