Hi! Wow, I didn't think I'd be able to write the next chapter that soon. .
. But since I've got nothing to do (not even school, te-he ^-^) I've got
plenty of time. I hope you enjoy this one.
To little-kat-girl: Thank you! *hugs her back* ^-^
To Fluffylittledragon: Hey, did I do a good job on the fluff? I tried to make it as fluffy as possible *grins* Uh. . . and why did Yami no Fluffy faint?
To Afevis Shyrin: I said that? Really?? Oh Ra, I've got amnesia T.T Hm, well, I did listen to that song while I wrote Camping Chaos, but I guess I wasn't inspired because of the song. Though I like it. And Ryou's got more to learn than only using weapons. . . will be funny.
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"He's way too young!" "So what? He's fifteen, for Ra's sake! He's not a kid anymore!"
Angry voices were heard behind the locating room doors as Malik and I came back from the massage. My arm hurt because I had to hold a weapon the entire afternoon which weighed at least five kilos, and my back hurt because of the pressure. Bakura, who was yelling at Seto at the moment, had loosened his grip on my wrist, back, and waist somewhat around four p.m. and told me to try it myself. The first time I tried, the pressure had dashed me into Bakura who had been standing behind me, the second time it had dashed me into a wall, the third time into the closet. Finally, Bakura had decided to have a break and told me to follow Malik. But even the massage couldn't relax my muscles. I was looking forward some great sore muscles.
Malik reached out and stopped my hand before I could touch the key pad next to the door. . . that code was the only one I could remember. I looked at him puzzled, but he just shook his head and brought his index finger to his lips to keep me quiet. So I nodded and listened to the yelling. It seemed like Bakura was very mad at Seto, and Seto tried to convince him of something, but lost his temper.
"You just can't send him!"
"So, and why can't I?"
"Because he's not ready yet!! What do you expect; he's been here for only two days!"
Seto exhaled, trying not to lose his temper again.
"Listen, Bakura, that's the best training I can get him. You know he can't be around here alone, and I can't send him home."
"Why not?" , Bakura asked, obviously offended.
"Because they're after him, you know that. I just can't let him die!"
"He will die, if you take him with you!!"
There was a short break, the silence broken through heavy breathing. "I won't take him. You will."
"WHAT??"
I flinched slightly. Sure, I felt all warm inside because of Bakura was worrying about me, but nobody told me anyone wanted me to die! I felt Malik's shocked gaze on me, but I couldn't rip my own gaze from the door.
"You're completely crazy."
"Calm down, 'Kura. . . "
Ah, so the girls were inside there too, or at least Anzu was. Her voice was trembling slightly, I could understand. . . Bakura seemed to be raging.
"I won't calm down 'til this Baka of a CEO regains his mind!!"
"We should go now. . . ", Malik whispered, grabbing my wrist. I let him drag me away, and we hid behind a corner, just as the door opened, and Bakura stormed out of the room. Fortunately, he went towards the other direction, which led him away from us. Again, there was a shocked silence inside the room. Then-
"Someone get the kid."
I stared wide-eyed. Malik let go of my wrist at once and gestured for me to follow him. . . we walked rather calmly around the corner, and hoped it seemed that we just returned from the massage. Anzu went out of the room just as we reached it.
"There you are", she smiled. Pretty good actress; there was no worry or shock on her face. But there was some within her eyes. "How was your massage?" I just nodded as she led us inside. Mariku stood in a corner, arms crossed and his chin touching his chest; Shizuka was typing again: Seto looked at me, again quite pale, hands trembling. My eyes widened again as he bent down and laid his hands upon my shoulders, staring at me.
"I need you to go somewhere for me.", he said. His voice was calm again.
"You see, I've got a pretty important meeting with someone, so I won't be available the next two days. Shizuka and Anzu have to go somewhere else, Malik and Mariku will be off, too. I want you to stay near Bakura."
"I can't go home?"
He shook his head, hands still clutching my shoulders softly, like he was speaking to a child.
"No, Ryou, you can't go home. I'm sorry."
"But - when am I allowed to go there?" I felt the tears in my eyes, but I held them back; I wouldn't cry. No, I wouldn't.
"Well. . . never.", Seto said quietly, and the next thing I knew was, that I snuggled myself into Anzu's warm arms. She embraced me, resting her head upon mine, and I knew she glared at Seto. Good bye, intention. My tears moistened her shirt.
After what felt like hours, I looked up, cheeks tearstained, and found the room empty. Well, empty beside Anzu and me. She smiled softly and wiped the tears away.
"I'm sorry; He can be such an idiot." I just had to smile. She really looked angry at the very thought of Seto.
"Where's he?"
"Seto? Shizuka friendly told him that he's tactless. . . meaning, he has to sleep on the couch." She smirked. "So, what'll you do?"
"Huh? Am I allowed to choose?" "No, not really. But you can refuse to go with Bakura, and instead go with someone else."
"Where are you going?", I asked. I liked this girl; she reminded me of some kind of mother. Or a very good friend. She smiled again.
"Shizuka and I are going to. . . punish someone. Mariku and Malik will set a power breakdown inside a building so we can get in unnoticed. And if you go with Bakura, you'll try to find Isis."
"So I have to be alone with him all night?"
"No, of course not. Shizuka and I will escort you through the building."
I nodded; That wasn't too bad.
"You're such a genius", Bakura muttered sarcastically to Anzu as she led me into the training room again. "Aw, come on, you know you want him to be with you", she grinned, let go of my shoulders and picked some weapons out of the closet. She left with them inside a bag, winked at me and waved to Bakura. Then the door closed behind her.
"You know, kid, that will be dangerous." A nod. "And there's no way back once we're inside." A second nod. "So get out of your clothes." Silence. . .
"W-What?" "I told you to get out of your clothes.", he growled. I gulped and started to unbutton my shirt. Then I realized that Bakura wasn't even watching. He picked something out of the closet, threw it at me, and left, too. I looked down.
"You can't be serious???"
I felt quite uncomfortable within the clothes Bakura gave me. They were supposed to be unobtrusive, yeah, but I thought everyone was looking at me. The four of us sat inside the helicopter that brought us to the building we had to enter. . . Bakura, Anzu, Shizuka, and me. I glanced sideward at Anzu who sat next to me. She was dressed in a body hugging, black leather suit, boots, and clovers, with her hair tied up in a ponytail. Shizuka was dressed the same, so was me. . . and Bakura, too. I had to admit he looked really cool. He had refused to tie his hair up, so did I. That was girly, too girly. I guess he noticed me staring at him, because he throw me a glare, and I returned my gaze to my waist belt, where one weapon hung on each side of me. I wasn't supposed to use them, but Anzu had insisted that I needed something to defend myself in case. Bakura had growled and shoved the weapons into my hands, so I could fasten them.
"Well, time to jump", he said at this very moment I was lost in thoughts and stood up, followed by the girls. I stared at them. . . we weren't supposed to jump out of the helicopter, were we?
Were we????
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Wow, that was part five. Please review!
To little-kat-girl: Thank you! *hugs her back* ^-^
To Fluffylittledragon: Hey, did I do a good job on the fluff? I tried to make it as fluffy as possible *grins* Uh. . . and why did Yami no Fluffy faint?
To Afevis Shyrin: I said that? Really?? Oh Ra, I've got amnesia T.T Hm, well, I did listen to that song while I wrote Camping Chaos, but I guess I wasn't inspired because of the song. Though I like it. And Ryou's got more to learn than only using weapons. . . will be funny.
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"He's way too young!" "So what? He's fifteen, for Ra's sake! He's not a kid anymore!"
Angry voices were heard behind the locating room doors as Malik and I came back from the massage. My arm hurt because I had to hold a weapon the entire afternoon which weighed at least five kilos, and my back hurt because of the pressure. Bakura, who was yelling at Seto at the moment, had loosened his grip on my wrist, back, and waist somewhat around four p.m. and told me to try it myself. The first time I tried, the pressure had dashed me into Bakura who had been standing behind me, the second time it had dashed me into a wall, the third time into the closet. Finally, Bakura had decided to have a break and told me to follow Malik. But even the massage couldn't relax my muscles. I was looking forward some great sore muscles.
Malik reached out and stopped my hand before I could touch the key pad next to the door. . . that code was the only one I could remember. I looked at him puzzled, but he just shook his head and brought his index finger to his lips to keep me quiet. So I nodded and listened to the yelling. It seemed like Bakura was very mad at Seto, and Seto tried to convince him of something, but lost his temper.
"You just can't send him!"
"So, and why can't I?"
"Because he's not ready yet!! What do you expect; he's been here for only two days!"
Seto exhaled, trying not to lose his temper again.
"Listen, Bakura, that's the best training I can get him. You know he can't be around here alone, and I can't send him home."
"Why not?" , Bakura asked, obviously offended.
"Because they're after him, you know that. I just can't let him die!"
"He will die, if you take him with you!!"
There was a short break, the silence broken through heavy breathing. "I won't take him. You will."
"WHAT??"
I flinched slightly. Sure, I felt all warm inside because of Bakura was worrying about me, but nobody told me anyone wanted me to die! I felt Malik's shocked gaze on me, but I couldn't rip my own gaze from the door.
"You're completely crazy."
"Calm down, 'Kura. . . "
Ah, so the girls were inside there too, or at least Anzu was. Her voice was trembling slightly, I could understand. . . Bakura seemed to be raging.
"I won't calm down 'til this Baka of a CEO regains his mind!!"
"We should go now. . . ", Malik whispered, grabbing my wrist. I let him drag me away, and we hid behind a corner, just as the door opened, and Bakura stormed out of the room. Fortunately, he went towards the other direction, which led him away from us. Again, there was a shocked silence inside the room. Then-
"Someone get the kid."
I stared wide-eyed. Malik let go of my wrist at once and gestured for me to follow him. . . we walked rather calmly around the corner, and hoped it seemed that we just returned from the massage. Anzu went out of the room just as we reached it.
"There you are", she smiled. Pretty good actress; there was no worry or shock on her face. But there was some within her eyes. "How was your massage?" I just nodded as she led us inside. Mariku stood in a corner, arms crossed and his chin touching his chest; Shizuka was typing again: Seto looked at me, again quite pale, hands trembling. My eyes widened again as he bent down and laid his hands upon my shoulders, staring at me.
"I need you to go somewhere for me.", he said. His voice was calm again.
"You see, I've got a pretty important meeting with someone, so I won't be available the next two days. Shizuka and Anzu have to go somewhere else, Malik and Mariku will be off, too. I want you to stay near Bakura."
"I can't go home?"
He shook his head, hands still clutching my shoulders softly, like he was speaking to a child.
"No, Ryou, you can't go home. I'm sorry."
"But - when am I allowed to go there?" I felt the tears in my eyes, but I held them back; I wouldn't cry. No, I wouldn't.
"Well. . . never.", Seto said quietly, and the next thing I knew was, that I snuggled myself into Anzu's warm arms. She embraced me, resting her head upon mine, and I knew she glared at Seto. Good bye, intention. My tears moistened her shirt.
After what felt like hours, I looked up, cheeks tearstained, and found the room empty. Well, empty beside Anzu and me. She smiled softly and wiped the tears away.
"I'm sorry; He can be such an idiot." I just had to smile. She really looked angry at the very thought of Seto.
"Where's he?"
"Seto? Shizuka friendly told him that he's tactless. . . meaning, he has to sleep on the couch." She smirked. "So, what'll you do?"
"Huh? Am I allowed to choose?" "No, not really. But you can refuse to go with Bakura, and instead go with someone else."
"Where are you going?", I asked. I liked this girl; she reminded me of some kind of mother. Or a very good friend. She smiled again.
"Shizuka and I are going to. . . punish someone. Mariku and Malik will set a power breakdown inside a building so we can get in unnoticed. And if you go with Bakura, you'll try to find Isis."
"So I have to be alone with him all night?"
"No, of course not. Shizuka and I will escort you through the building."
I nodded; That wasn't too bad.
"You're such a genius", Bakura muttered sarcastically to Anzu as she led me into the training room again. "Aw, come on, you know you want him to be with you", she grinned, let go of my shoulders and picked some weapons out of the closet. She left with them inside a bag, winked at me and waved to Bakura. Then the door closed behind her.
"You know, kid, that will be dangerous." A nod. "And there's no way back once we're inside." A second nod. "So get out of your clothes." Silence. . .
"W-What?" "I told you to get out of your clothes.", he growled. I gulped and started to unbutton my shirt. Then I realized that Bakura wasn't even watching. He picked something out of the closet, threw it at me, and left, too. I looked down.
"You can't be serious???"
I felt quite uncomfortable within the clothes Bakura gave me. They were supposed to be unobtrusive, yeah, but I thought everyone was looking at me. The four of us sat inside the helicopter that brought us to the building we had to enter. . . Bakura, Anzu, Shizuka, and me. I glanced sideward at Anzu who sat next to me. She was dressed in a body hugging, black leather suit, boots, and clovers, with her hair tied up in a ponytail. Shizuka was dressed the same, so was me. . . and Bakura, too. I had to admit he looked really cool. He had refused to tie his hair up, so did I. That was girly, too girly. I guess he noticed me staring at him, because he throw me a glare, and I returned my gaze to my waist belt, where one weapon hung on each side of me. I wasn't supposed to use them, but Anzu had insisted that I needed something to defend myself in case. Bakura had growled and shoved the weapons into my hands, so I could fasten them.
"Well, time to jump", he said at this very moment I was lost in thoughts and stood up, followed by the girls. I stared at them. . . we weren't supposed to jump out of the helicopter, were we?
Were we????
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Wow, that was part five. Please review!
