WOW! Most of you liked the previous chapter. That's nice. I still feel bad
though. . . But guess what? School starts for me on Tuesday again. Meaning,
six more days at home equals six more chapters! Deal? *g*
Malik: Ra, how I wish she wouldn't be ill anymore. . .
Voice: Why, you're so cute ^-^
Malik: When you're off you can't bother me.
Voice: *drop* Whatever. . . well, to my reviewers!
To Molly-chan: Oh Ra, I'm glad Yami forgave me. . . *hands out more flames for both yamis* Yuugi's coming this chapter. Or the next. I promise. And I find out why I slightly dislike him at the moment. . . he's fighting Malik at series *growls* (Uhm. . . well, he does in Germany. I don't know how far they are at other countries.)
To Fluffylittledragon: Poor Fluffy. . . Well, okay, I'd be glad to be at school -.- It's damn boring at home. But who cares - now I can type.
To Afevis: Phew, thank you ^-^ I really thought people would be trying to strangle me for this chapter, and for making Baku-chan suffer.
To kristen89(): Glad you like the story ^-^ Uhm, you'll see soon. . . I won't spoil the surprise.
To little-kat-girl: I did mix it? You sure? I took the "-san" and "chan" things from Sailor Moon. . . this one guy I never liked called the girls "- san", though. . . well, you're right, we've got to check out! But - aww a vertal pocky ^-^ Thank you! *hugs* And I'm glad you like what I write.
To GraveRobbers Aman: *gets poked* Yikes. . . *hugs* Thank you ^-^ Now I'm awake *g* Well. Usually, I break the law, but this time, for you made it up, I'm gonna follow it!
Oh, and I guessed it's time to put a kiss into the fic, but it's too early to let Bakura and Ryou kiss. (They'll do it later. *nodnod*) **
Yami's POV
Ha, so I beat Bakura again. Well, it was obvious. . . how could anyone expect to beat me.
I walked through the corridors to the large living room at the 21st floor, followed by these annoying zombies. Okay, it was my idea to let them guard the first twenty floors because it would be safer. . . but they were starting to annoy me. I cut them off at the elevator. I love the elevator. Not because it was faster than walking up the stairs; no, it granted me some kind of "entrance". I knew, when the doors would open, everyone sitting in the living room would turn to see who it was.
So the doors opened, but I never got my "entrance". Something -someone- pounced on me, and all I could do was wrapping my arms around this someone in prospect to keep my balance. Well, I failed, and was overthrown. My view went all blurry, but I could recognize spiky hair like my own.
"Yuugi. . . ", I groaned, trying to sit up. He didn't want to move, obviously.
"Yami! I was SO worried about you!", he cried out, still snuggling against me. I felt a smile creeping up my chin to my lips - of course it never arrived.
"Stupid little light.", I said as softly as I could, sitting up and shoving him onto my lap at that. "You know you don't have to."
"Yeah. . . ", he nodded. "Uhm, Yuugi?" He looked up with these innocent, purple eyes melting my heart every time I gazed into them. "Could you get off me, please?" I smirked as he blushed and jumped off me, running back into the living room. I got up and walked as dignified as I could after being overthrown into the room, grazing everyone sitting in there with my gaze shortly. Hiroto Honda, reading a magazine. Kujaku Mai, filing her fingernails. Ryuuji Otogi, playing with some dices. Katsuya Jounouchi, watching TV. Hawkins Rebecca, cuddling with her teddy. I sighed inwardly.
"Jou, your sis was here earlier.", I tried to get anyone's attention, since my entrance didn't work. "She was?" I smirked. Mission: complete.
"Yeah, she was. And guess what, she shot at me again. I think she likes me." , I taunted. "She wouldn't like you in about thousand years. She's with Kaiba, remember?", Mai said, checking her nails. I frowned at her. "That was supposed to be a joke."
I didn't get a respond. I didn't even have the chance to have one, because Yuugi dragged me off. "Let's get something to eat!" I merely nodded, for I was lost in thoughts. So Bakura had a new someone. I smirked slightly at the thought of the first person he lost to me. . . Kristin, a few years ago.
"Yuugi, do you remember Kristin?" "That blue haired girl? Of course.", he smiled. I returned the smile; I knew Yuugi had no idea what had happened to her. "Why?" "Oh, never mind."
I thought of the boy Bakura had with him. The kid who hacked the code I installed myself in about two minutes. Something told me Bakura was fond of him. . . and I could imagine easily why. This boy, I had to find out his name, really was quite beautiful. Maybe not the right word. . . he was cute. Not as cute as Yuugi was, of course. I often thought Yuugi was to sweet and kind to be a "bad guy". Bakura's little one was kind of angelic. As Kristin had been, too. .
We reached the kitchen, and I had to get rid of my thoughts. I would plan how to get this boy away from Bakura later, when I was less tired. I just sat down and watched Yuugi, who was cooking. Well, I didn't watch him very long; I soon stood up and move behind him soundlessly. Like always, he didn't react until I wrapped my arms around his delicate waist. Immediately he swung around; I guess that's what I loved about him. This terrified hint within his eyes. I didn't bother saying something; and like I had imagined, all my thoughts were gone when my lips touched his.
**
Ryou's POV again
I woke up at ten a.m. the next morning. After telling me Bakura's story, or part of, Anzu had led me to bed. Kinda nice, ne? Now I had an own room within a mansion. Wow. She told me that she would bring me home the next day to get my clothes. I walked down the corridor to the hallway, when I was stopped violently. . . a door suddenly opened and hit me. "Itaii. . . "
Rubbing my bruised forehead, I looked up into Bakura's eyes. My own eyes widened, because his ones were really near mine. Our noses nearly touched. Again I lost myself in his crimson orbs.
"Ra dammit. . . are you injured?", he asked quietly. I managed to shake my head, and gritted my teeth when pain increased from my forehead through my temples. He rolled his eyes and pulled me up. "Come on, I'll get you something." I was pulled into his room and forced to sit down on the bed while he went into the bathroom.
Time to look around. There was nothing on the wall but mirrors, no photographs, no posters, nothing. A few mirrors were broken as if someone had punched them real hard. There was a closet, a commode, and a shelf which was filled with daggers. I leaned back slightly and supported myself with my hands; His sheets were made of black satin.
I started to wonder where he kept his handcuffs, when he returned from the bathroom with a glass and a pill. "There you go.", he said, handing me both. "What's that. . . ?"
"Just take it. It'll ease your headache." Glancing up at him suspiciously, I swallowed the pill and emptied the glass. "I hope there weren't any drugs in there.", I said as the silence became painful for me. He smirked. "Of course not. I still need you."
. . .
. . .
"What?"
"I said, I still need you. You know, you're my life assurance." I just stared at him. "Because Kaiba'll kill me if you die. Got it now?" I nodded quietly, feeling slightly disappointed. I really thought he would need me. He would like me. Because I liked him. And that wasn't only because he saved my life at least twice. No, I liked him because he seemed to care, on his own, disturbed little way.
"Anzu-san? You sure it's okay for you?"
"Sure! And don't call me "-san", okay? Makes me feel old. . . " I laughed at this, very first time since. . . well, since a long time. We were on our way to my old house to get my stuff. It had been snowing again last night, the air was cold and smelled rather nice, and the snow was crunching beneath our feet. Now that I accepted my new life, it didn't seem too bad anymore. Now I had friends, people who cared about me, though I was younger than them and less useful. I had made close friends to Anzu and Malik, average friends to Shizuka who was working most of the time, Isis and even Mariku, the only one I couldn't value was Bakura. He wasn't yelling at me, but he weren't cuddling me either. Not that I waited for this. . . but I wouldn't shove him away if he did. Though Isis was quite a enigma for me, for she was calm and cool but nice anyway (actually, I guessed she was lost in her own thoughts and mysteries), Bakura was the biggest riddle I ever tried to mystify. But I would mystify him, that was promise to myself.
"Well then, Anzu. . . chan?" I smiled as she nodded, "Why do you work for Kaiba?" "Who said I did?" "Uhm, well. . . " She laughed. "Just kidding. Hm, why I do work for him. . . that will be another tale to tell you, ne?" I nodded quickly; I used to love the stories she told me.
"A very long time ago, we all were friends.", she started softly, as if she wasn't sure of what she told, as if it was a beautiful dream. "Who, all?" She smiled at me before glancing up at the sky.
"Everyone who's working at the mansion. . . and everyone working as our enemies. You know, Seto, Isis, Mariku, Malik, Shizuka, and me. And Yami, Yuugi, Jounouchi, Honda, Mai, Otogi, and Rebecca." "And Kristin.", I stated. Anzu nodded, smiling again, for she knew how much I liked this girl, even if she was dead and I would never be able to meet her.
"Yes, and Kristin. It was great to have friends like this. I would go back to that time immediately if it was possible. But it isn't, though, so let's continue. . . Yami and Bakura didn't like each other very much from the beginning, but they got along with each other. And then the stuff happened I told you before; Kristin falling in love with Yami, Yami killing her, I still don't know why, and we broke apart. They joined another group, and we. . . well, we found this one."
I noticed we had arrived, and opened the door. I was stunned immediately; my house was a complete mess, like someone had searched for something important. Photographs were ripped apart, furniture was broken, and the cleaning lady who came once a week to help me was lying on the ground, within a lake of her own, dried blood.
**
Wow, this one was rather long! I hope you liked it, for it wasn't as sad or angsty as the previous one. For all angst-fans out there. . . there will e some! Promise!
Malik: I hope I won't be involved. . .
Voice: You will, honey, as well as everyone else ^-^
Ryou: Why me. . . ?
Voice: Because I like you ^-^
Ryou: Oh, that's okay then ^-^
Malik: Ra, how I wish she wouldn't be ill anymore. . .
Voice: Why, you're so cute ^-^
Malik: When you're off you can't bother me.
Voice: *drop* Whatever. . . well, to my reviewers!
To Molly-chan: Oh Ra, I'm glad Yami forgave me. . . *hands out more flames for both yamis* Yuugi's coming this chapter. Or the next. I promise. And I find out why I slightly dislike him at the moment. . . he's fighting Malik at series *growls* (Uhm. . . well, he does in Germany. I don't know how far they are at other countries.)
To Fluffylittledragon: Poor Fluffy. . . Well, okay, I'd be glad to be at school -.- It's damn boring at home. But who cares - now I can type.
To Afevis: Phew, thank you ^-^ I really thought people would be trying to strangle me for this chapter, and for making Baku-chan suffer.
To kristen89(): Glad you like the story ^-^ Uhm, you'll see soon. . . I won't spoil the surprise.
To little-kat-girl: I did mix it? You sure? I took the "-san" and "chan" things from Sailor Moon. . . this one guy I never liked called the girls "- san", though. . . well, you're right, we've got to check out! But - aww a vertal pocky ^-^ Thank you! *hugs* And I'm glad you like what I write.
To GraveRobbers Aman: *gets poked* Yikes. . . *hugs* Thank you ^-^ Now I'm awake *g* Well. Usually, I break the law, but this time, for you made it up, I'm gonna follow it!
Oh, and I guessed it's time to put a kiss into the fic, but it's too early to let Bakura and Ryou kiss. (They'll do it later. *nodnod*) **
Yami's POV
Ha, so I beat Bakura again. Well, it was obvious. . . how could anyone expect to beat me.
I walked through the corridors to the large living room at the 21st floor, followed by these annoying zombies. Okay, it was my idea to let them guard the first twenty floors because it would be safer. . . but they were starting to annoy me. I cut them off at the elevator. I love the elevator. Not because it was faster than walking up the stairs; no, it granted me some kind of "entrance". I knew, when the doors would open, everyone sitting in the living room would turn to see who it was.
So the doors opened, but I never got my "entrance". Something -someone- pounced on me, and all I could do was wrapping my arms around this someone in prospect to keep my balance. Well, I failed, and was overthrown. My view went all blurry, but I could recognize spiky hair like my own.
"Yuugi. . . ", I groaned, trying to sit up. He didn't want to move, obviously.
"Yami! I was SO worried about you!", he cried out, still snuggling against me. I felt a smile creeping up my chin to my lips - of course it never arrived.
"Stupid little light.", I said as softly as I could, sitting up and shoving him onto my lap at that. "You know you don't have to."
"Yeah. . . ", he nodded. "Uhm, Yuugi?" He looked up with these innocent, purple eyes melting my heart every time I gazed into them. "Could you get off me, please?" I smirked as he blushed and jumped off me, running back into the living room. I got up and walked as dignified as I could after being overthrown into the room, grazing everyone sitting in there with my gaze shortly. Hiroto Honda, reading a magazine. Kujaku Mai, filing her fingernails. Ryuuji Otogi, playing with some dices. Katsuya Jounouchi, watching TV. Hawkins Rebecca, cuddling with her teddy. I sighed inwardly.
"Jou, your sis was here earlier.", I tried to get anyone's attention, since my entrance didn't work. "She was?" I smirked. Mission: complete.
"Yeah, she was. And guess what, she shot at me again. I think she likes me." , I taunted. "She wouldn't like you in about thousand years. She's with Kaiba, remember?", Mai said, checking her nails. I frowned at her. "That was supposed to be a joke."
I didn't get a respond. I didn't even have the chance to have one, because Yuugi dragged me off. "Let's get something to eat!" I merely nodded, for I was lost in thoughts. So Bakura had a new someone. I smirked slightly at the thought of the first person he lost to me. . . Kristin, a few years ago.
"Yuugi, do you remember Kristin?" "That blue haired girl? Of course.", he smiled. I returned the smile; I knew Yuugi had no idea what had happened to her. "Why?" "Oh, never mind."
I thought of the boy Bakura had with him. The kid who hacked the code I installed myself in about two minutes. Something told me Bakura was fond of him. . . and I could imagine easily why. This boy, I had to find out his name, really was quite beautiful. Maybe not the right word. . . he was cute. Not as cute as Yuugi was, of course. I often thought Yuugi was to sweet and kind to be a "bad guy". Bakura's little one was kind of angelic. As Kristin had been, too. .
We reached the kitchen, and I had to get rid of my thoughts. I would plan how to get this boy away from Bakura later, when I was less tired. I just sat down and watched Yuugi, who was cooking. Well, I didn't watch him very long; I soon stood up and move behind him soundlessly. Like always, he didn't react until I wrapped my arms around his delicate waist. Immediately he swung around; I guess that's what I loved about him. This terrified hint within his eyes. I didn't bother saying something; and like I had imagined, all my thoughts were gone when my lips touched his.
**
Ryou's POV again
I woke up at ten a.m. the next morning. After telling me Bakura's story, or part of, Anzu had led me to bed. Kinda nice, ne? Now I had an own room within a mansion. Wow. She told me that she would bring me home the next day to get my clothes. I walked down the corridor to the hallway, when I was stopped violently. . . a door suddenly opened and hit me. "Itaii. . . "
Rubbing my bruised forehead, I looked up into Bakura's eyes. My own eyes widened, because his ones were really near mine. Our noses nearly touched. Again I lost myself in his crimson orbs.
"Ra dammit. . . are you injured?", he asked quietly. I managed to shake my head, and gritted my teeth when pain increased from my forehead through my temples. He rolled his eyes and pulled me up. "Come on, I'll get you something." I was pulled into his room and forced to sit down on the bed while he went into the bathroom.
Time to look around. There was nothing on the wall but mirrors, no photographs, no posters, nothing. A few mirrors were broken as if someone had punched them real hard. There was a closet, a commode, and a shelf which was filled with daggers. I leaned back slightly and supported myself with my hands; His sheets were made of black satin.
I started to wonder where he kept his handcuffs, when he returned from the bathroom with a glass and a pill. "There you go.", he said, handing me both. "What's that. . . ?"
"Just take it. It'll ease your headache." Glancing up at him suspiciously, I swallowed the pill and emptied the glass. "I hope there weren't any drugs in there.", I said as the silence became painful for me. He smirked. "Of course not. I still need you."
. . .
. . .
"What?"
"I said, I still need you. You know, you're my life assurance." I just stared at him. "Because Kaiba'll kill me if you die. Got it now?" I nodded quietly, feeling slightly disappointed. I really thought he would need me. He would like me. Because I liked him. And that wasn't only because he saved my life at least twice. No, I liked him because he seemed to care, on his own, disturbed little way.
"Anzu-san? You sure it's okay for you?"
"Sure! And don't call me "-san", okay? Makes me feel old. . . " I laughed at this, very first time since. . . well, since a long time. We were on our way to my old house to get my stuff. It had been snowing again last night, the air was cold and smelled rather nice, and the snow was crunching beneath our feet. Now that I accepted my new life, it didn't seem too bad anymore. Now I had friends, people who cared about me, though I was younger than them and less useful. I had made close friends to Anzu and Malik, average friends to Shizuka who was working most of the time, Isis and even Mariku, the only one I couldn't value was Bakura. He wasn't yelling at me, but he weren't cuddling me either. Not that I waited for this. . . but I wouldn't shove him away if he did. Though Isis was quite a enigma for me, for she was calm and cool but nice anyway (actually, I guessed she was lost in her own thoughts and mysteries), Bakura was the biggest riddle I ever tried to mystify. But I would mystify him, that was promise to myself.
"Well then, Anzu. . . chan?" I smiled as she nodded, "Why do you work for Kaiba?" "Who said I did?" "Uhm, well. . . " She laughed. "Just kidding. Hm, why I do work for him. . . that will be another tale to tell you, ne?" I nodded quickly; I used to love the stories she told me.
"A very long time ago, we all were friends.", she started softly, as if she wasn't sure of what she told, as if it was a beautiful dream. "Who, all?" She smiled at me before glancing up at the sky.
"Everyone who's working at the mansion. . . and everyone working as our enemies. You know, Seto, Isis, Mariku, Malik, Shizuka, and me. And Yami, Yuugi, Jounouchi, Honda, Mai, Otogi, and Rebecca." "And Kristin.", I stated. Anzu nodded, smiling again, for she knew how much I liked this girl, even if she was dead and I would never be able to meet her.
"Yes, and Kristin. It was great to have friends like this. I would go back to that time immediately if it was possible. But it isn't, though, so let's continue. . . Yami and Bakura didn't like each other very much from the beginning, but they got along with each other. And then the stuff happened I told you before; Kristin falling in love with Yami, Yami killing her, I still don't know why, and we broke apart. They joined another group, and we. . . well, we found this one."
I noticed we had arrived, and opened the door. I was stunned immediately; my house was a complete mess, like someone had searched for something important. Photographs were ripped apart, furniture was broken, and the cleaning lady who came once a week to help me was lying on the ground, within a lake of her own, dried blood.
**
Wow, this one was rather long! I hope you liked it, for it wasn't as sad or angsty as the previous one. For all angst-fans out there. . . there will e some! Promise!
Malik: I hope I won't be involved. . .
Voice: You will, honey, as well as everyone else ^-^
Ryou: Why me. . . ?
Voice: Because I like you ^-^
Ryou: Oh, that's okay then ^-^
