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BETWEEN UPDATES! O__O Homework has been getting in the way... ;___;
Anyhoo, a person who reviewed asked:
"What's Amara hiding in her room?" Well, she doesn't really need to hide anything. Just because you have a sign saying "Stay out, AND THAT MEANS YOU!" on your door, doesn't mean your hiding something.
I have a "Do Not Disturb" sign on my door, but I'm not hiding anything... It's just a cool thing to have on your door. And to make people stay out of your room period! Because SOME little sisters like to TURN ON their BIG SISTER'S computers and read THEIR stories! T__T
And SOME of the little sisters named JENNA know their big sister's PASSWORD! And SOME of the big sisters don't know HOW to CHANGE their PASSWORD!! T____T
Not that it's happened to me... O__O;;;
*Ahem* Now, ON TO THE chapter, and more torturing Bakura! ^__^
Bakura: Goody... @__@
Remember! O_O
Disclaimer: KK Doesn't own YuGiOh or any stuff like that. She DOES own Amara tho. If you believe this, please send 5 dollars in a plastic and/or paper bag to KK!
KK: ^___^
// Bakura to Amara//
/ Amara to Bakura /
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/////////////////// Normal P.O.V ////////////////////
Bakura opened the door of Amara's room. He stood silent, waiting for his eyes to become egested to the dark room. Sighing, Bakura entered the room and started picking up clothes from the floor. Picking up the clothes revealed binders and books, but it also revealed something else.
//////////////////// Bakura's P.O.V ////////////////////
I spot a diary. How do I know it was a diary? Well, mainly because it has the label "Diary" on the cover. Duh.
I pick the book up and examine it. Oddly, it's kinda of half burnt on the top. Maybe the diary wanted to commit suicide by jumping into the fire. I can't open it because of some cheap plastic lock. Nothing a butter knife couldn't open. WHAT?! I don't think reading her diary is super bad. I mean, she put me to work! Come _on_. Gees...
I see you, I see the people in the back row glaring at me... [A/N: *Waves at the people in the back row* ^_^]
Fine, I'll just black mail her into not making me work... this picking up business is aggravating me.
I leave Amara's room, diary in hand, and close the door behind me. I make my way down the hall. I can hear music playing. Agh... I think it's classical... I really do love classical tho, not that you should be telling anyone.
Unless you want to die.
Anyway, I get to the kitchen, trying to avoid tripping over the cups and dishes that are still in the front room. Amara is busy washing dishes, elbows in soapy bubbles. She notices me.
"Done already?" She asks me. "No." I say simply. Amara turns her attention back to the dishes.
"Do you want something to eat?"
"No."
"Then what do you want?"
I pull out the diary. "Lookie what I found." She does a double take at the diary. "Where the hell did you find that?"
I slightly smile at her. "Oh, I don't know. I was just cleaning up in your room and I... "Stumbled" upon this interesting book."
She remains silent, so I carry on. "I'd be a shame if someone other than you read this book..."
"Ya," she says, concern implanted deep in her voice. "That WOULD be bad. But do you know what would be worse?"
I raise my eyebrows at her. "What?"
"If I found out someone WAS reading it, 'cause they would wake up dead the next morning"
I don't know about you, but I think she was hinting something there.
Wait... How can you wake up dead if you're... Dead? If you're dead you wouldn't really wake up at all- But look at me, I woke up this morning...
I set in for some sort of a deal. "You want this thing back? Then we'll have to work something out." She doesn't seem very threatened. "A deal?" she asks. I nod.
Amara thinks for a moment. "Maybe, maybe if I DON'T kill you for having my diary, PLUS! As a bonus, you can stay in my house until the next moon! Even though you've already been doing that, but this time there's a 83% increase that I won't call the police!" She adds a cheesy voice and smile. "How does that sound..?"
Smart ass.
"You see." I say in the same cheesy way. "I don't think that'll really work out. For, me, being a 5 000 year old tomb robber spirit means-"
Shit... I think that just slipped out...
NO NO NO! YOU STUPID IDIOT! WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE?!
She looked at me for a few moments. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Come on! Think fast... THINK! Oh Ra. Why can't I think on my feet right now...?
"Er... nothing." I manage to spit out. Well, it's official, I HATE Karma...- And any other thing of that sort! "But, you still have to make a deal with me in order to get your diary back."
"Ya... what do you want?" Amara asks slowly.
FINALLY! "I don't want to do any of your stupid chores!" I almost yell.
She thinks about it. "Hm... No."
AGH! I _HATE_ mortals...
My thoughts are cut off by Amara suddenly grabbing the book from my hands and fast walking away. NO! My source of power! [ Toy Story... O_O Sorry, I needed to add that in...]
// Don't you walk away from me!//
/Hm, or what? You'll do more chores?/
// If you wanted to die so soon, you should have told me. //
/ Die? Wouldn't that ruin your plan on getting home just a "little" bit?/
// I have other options on getting my way. //
/ You're gonna ask the old lady across the street to help you?/
// You're gonna BE an old lady in a second if you don't shut up!//
/ Whatever you say-/
// Ok, ONE more WORD, and you're _dead_. //
Her end of the link is silent. Hm, Amara is smarter than she looks.
/Fruitcake./
// AAAGGGGHHHH!! You are SO dead!//
That's when I tackle her from behind to the ground. Amara gives out a yelp of surprise as she hit the carpet.
// Didn't expect THAT did ya?!//
/...../
// Ha, I THOUGHT so! //
We both kinda stay in our positions, forgetting to move.
/ What now brown cow?/
//.....//
I stretch out my arms to successfully grab the diary. Before Amara can stop me I quickly get up and walk slowly towards the kitchen. Two steps in and I find I can't move my left leg. That is because Amara, half laying on the kitchen floor, has grabbed onto it and wont let go. "Hey!" I say. "Let go!"
[A/N: Poor Bakura, never getting a break... -.-;]
"Not until you give me my freakin' diary BACK!"
Not likely.
I move the leg Amara has to cleverly leached herself onto, trying to make her weaken her grip on it. "Let... GO!"
"Diary first letting go second!" Amara said, unfazed.
"Fine," I say. "You just 'hang' there." I start dragging Amara across the kitchen floor, not an easy task.
On my fourth step, close to the carpet, Amara, seemingly as tired of this game as much as I am, trips my only free leg. Making me fall flat on my face onto the, thankfully, soft carpet. "Ow..." I say quietly. Great... My nose is now mashed INTO my face...
"Fine..." I say slowly, holding up the diary. As soon as I feel Amara unclenching her arms from my leg I quickly get up, diary still in hand.
She got up also. "Just give it back!" Amara said, getting very irritated.
"Hm... No."
"Agh! You little basterd!"
I smile at her. "I love you to." With that I push her, meaning for her to fall onto the kitchen floor. Childish act maybe, but I *had* to sink to her level, didn't I? But after I push her, Amara is surprised by my action and grabs onto the first thing she saw to keep her from falling.
Me.
She grabs onto my shirt, meaning for me to keep her upright. But instead it just brings me down with her, both of us falling onto the hard kitchen floor.
Now, the falling wasn't so bad. It was the awkward position I'm ending up being when we both LANDED on the floor...
Amara lands on the hard floor, muttering a soft "Ow..."
I land... well, I kind of land on top of her...
//////////// Amara's P.O.V ////////////
And that's when he pushed me to the floor. I reacted as any person would, grab onto the first thing you see.
But, unfortunately, the first thing I saw was Bakura.
I pulled onto Bakura's shirt for support, but ended up pulling both of
us down to the floor.
I landed on the kitchen floor. "Ow..." I softly muttered. I looked over to my left and all I was, white.
White _hair_ that is...
He must have landed on top of me.. Cause he laid to one side of me, his face in supposedly in my hair but he was STILL on me... Gives me shivers... And not the good kind! -__-;;
"Erm... You can KIND of move you know..." I eventually get out.
"I can't." He said, his face against my neck.
Is there a better word for "Ick" or "Ew"? Maybe not...
"... Why not may I ask?"
"You're still holding onto my shirt."
Oh...
I quickly let go and Bakura got up, just as quickly.
When he wasn't looking I took the diary from him.
Bakura glared at me and turned on is heel and left, raising his arms as if to say "FINE! Keep the STUPID diary for all I care!"
//////// Bakura's P.O.V ////////
I leave the kitchen, muttering deadly curses. I am NOT going back to dusting and cleaning and arguing with HOUSE PLANTS! Amara will pay DEARLY for what she has made me put up with. Dearly indeed...
.... I just hope I remind myself that when I push her down to the ground, I do it out of Amara's reach... for I am NOT willing to go back into that... EVER SO AWKWARD position again... EVER!
But I have an idea on how Amara will pay... More than one actually...
~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~
KK: OOOOOO... O.O Was there a tad bit of... _Romance_ in this chapter?!
Bakura: ((O_O)) NO!
KK: I don't know... It could be leading to something...
Bakura: T__T *Pulls out gun* It's not going ANYWHERE!
KK: Try it... T.T
Bakura: *Shoots KK*
KK: *Is unfazed*
Bakura: (((O____O))) Erm... I'll just go and... eat... *walks away quickly*
KK: ^___^ Hehe... maybe there WAS a pinch of Romance in this chappie... SHOULD it lead somewhere? O.O
Bakura: *From afar* NO!
KK: T_T SKEDADDLE! SHOO!
Bakura: O_o *Is silent*
KK: ^^ How WILL Amara pay...? O_O I really don't know, please give me ideas with your reviews! And tell me if this... Romance should... "go" anywhere...
-KK
Anyhoo, a person who reviewed asked:
"What's Amara hiding in her room?" Well, she doesn't really need to hide anything. Just because you have a sign saying "Stay out, AND THAT MEANS YOU!" on your door, doesn't mean your hiding something.
I have a "Do Not Disturb" sign on my door, but I'm not hiding anything... It's just a cool thing to have on your door. And to make people stay out of your room period! Because SOME little sisters like to TURN ON their BIG SISTER'S computers and read THEIR stories! T__T
And SOME of the little sisters named JENNA know their big sister's PASSWORD! And SOME of the big sisters don't know HOW to CHANGE their PASSWORD!! T____T
Not that it's happened to me... O__O;;;
*Ahem* Now, ON TO THE chapter, and more torturing Bakura! ^__^
Bakura: Goody... @__@
Remember! O_O
Disclaimer: KK Doesn't own YuGiOh or any stuff like that. She DOES own Amara tho. If you believe this, please send 5 dollars in a plastic and/or paper bag to KK!
KK: ^___^
// Bakura to Amara//
/ Amara to Bakura /
~~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~~
/////////////////// Normal P.O.V ////////////////////
Bakura opened the door of Amara's room. He stood silent, waiting for his eyes to become egested to the dark room. Sighing, Bakura entered the room and started picking up clothes from the floor. Picking up the clothes revealed binders and books, but it also revealed something else.
//////////////////// Bakura's P.O.V ////////////////////
I spot a diary. How do I know it was a diary? Well, mainly because it has the label "Diary" on the cover. Duh.
I pick the book up and examine it. Oddly, it's kinda of half burnt on the top. Maybe the diary wanted to commit suicide by jumping into the fire. I can't open it because of some cheap plastic lock. Nothing a butter knife couldn't open. WHAT?! I don't think reading her diary is super bad. I mean, she put me to work! Come _on_. Gees...
I see you, I see the people in the back row glaring at me... [A/N: *Waves at the people in the back row* ^_^]
Fine, I'll just black mail her into not making me work... this picking up business is aggravating me.
I leave Amara's room, diary in hand, and close the door behind me. I make my way down the hall. I can hear music playing. Agh... I think it's classical... I really do love classical tho, not that you should be telling anyone.
Unless you want to die.
Anyway, I get to the kitchen, trying to avoid tripping over the cups and dishes that are still in the front room. Amara is busy washing dishes, elbows in soapy bubbles. She notices me.
"Done already?" She asks me. "No." I say simply. Amara turns her attention back to the dishes.
"Do you want something to eat?"
"No."
"Then what do you want?"
I pull out the diary. "Lookie what I found." She does a double take at the diary. "Where the hell did you find that?"
I slightly smile at her. "Oh, I don't know. I was just cleaning up in your room and I... "Stumbled" upon this interesting book."
She remains silent, so I carry on. "I'd be a shame if someone other than you read this book..."
"Ya," she says, concern implanted deep in her voice. "That WOULD be bad. But do you know what would be worse?"
I raise my eyebrows at her. "What?"
"If I found out someone WAS reading it, 'cause they would wake up dead the next morning"
I don't know about you, but I think she was hinting something there.
Wait... How can you wake up dead if you're... Dead? If you're dead you wouldn't really wake up at all- But look at me, I woke up this morning...
I set in for some sort of a deal. "You want this thing back? Then we'll have to work something out." She doesn't seem very threatened. "A deal?" she asks. I nod.
Amara thinks for a moment. "Maybe, maybe if I DON'T kill you for having my diary, PLUS! As a bonus, you can stay in my house until the next moon! Even though you've already been doing that, but this time there's a 83% increase that I won't call the police!" She adds a cheesy voice and smile. "How does that sound..?"
Smart ass.
"You see." I say in the same cheesy way. "I don't think that'll really work out. For, me, being a 5 000 year old tomb robber spirit means-"
Shit... I think that just slipped out...
NO NO NO! YOU STUPID IDIOT! WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE?!
She looked at me for a few moments. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Come on! Think fast... THINK! Oh Ra. Why can't I think on my feet right now...?
"Er... nothing." I manage to spit out. Well, it's official, I HATE Karma...- And any other thing of that sort! "But, you still have to make a deal with me in order to get your diary back."
"Ya... what do you want?" Amara asks slowly.
FINALLY! "I don't want to do any of your stupid chores!" I almost yell.
She thinks about it. "Hm... No."
AGH! I _HATE_ mortals...
My thoughts are cut off by Amara suddenly grabbing the book from my hands and fast walking away. NO! My source of power! [ Toy Story... O_O Sorry, I needed to add that in...]
// Don't you walk away from me!//
/Hm, or what? You'll do more chores?/
// If you wanted to die so soon, you should have told me. //
/ Die? Wouldn't that ruin your plan on getting home just a "little" bit?/
// I have other options on getting my way. //
/ You're gonna ask the old lady across the street to help you?/
// You're gonna BE an old lady in a second if you don't shut up!//
/ Whatever you say-/
// Ok, ONE more WORD, and you're _dead_. //
Her end of the link is silent. Hm, Amara is smarter than she looks.
/Fruitcake./
// AAAGGGGHHHH!! You are SO dead!//
That's when I tackle her from behind to the ground. Amara gives out a yelp of surprise as she hit the carpet.
// Didn't expect THAT did ya?!//
/...../
// Ha, I THOUGHT so! //
We both kinda stay in our positions, forgetting to move.
/ What now brown cow?/
//.....//
I stretch out my arms to successfully grab the diary. Before Amara can stop me I quickly get up and walk slowly towards the kitchen. Two steps in and I find I can't move my left leg. That is because Amara, half laying on the kitchen floor, has grabbed onto it and wont let go. "Hey!" I say. "Let go!"
[A/N: Poor Bakura, never getting a break... -.-;]
"Not until you give me my freakin' diary BACK!"
Not likely.
I move the leg Amara has to cleverly leached herself onto, trying to make her weaken her grip on it. "Let... GO!"
"Diary first letting go second!" Amara said, unfazed.
"Fine," I say. "You just 'hang' there." I start dragging Amara across the kitchen floor, not an easy task.
On my fourth step, close to the carpet, Amara, seemingly as tired of this game as much as I am, trips my only free leg. Making me fall flat on my face onto the, thankfully, soft carpet. "Ow..." I say quietly. Great... My nose is now mashed INTO my face...
"Fine..." I say slowly, holding up the diary. As soon as I feel Amara unclenching her arms from my leg I quickly get up, diary still in hand.
She got up also. "Just give it back!" Amara said, getting very irritated.
"Hm... No."
"Agh! You little basterd!"
I smile at her. "I love you to." With that I push her, meaning for her to fall onto the kitchen floor. Childish act maybe, but I *had* to sink to her level, didn't I? But after I push her, Amara is surprised by my action and grabs onto the first thing she saw to keep her from falling.
Me.
She grabs onto my shirt, meaning for me to keep her upright. But instead it just brings me down with her, both of us falling onto the hard kitchen floor.
Now, the falling wasn't so bad. It was the awkward position I'm ending up being when we both LANDED on the floor...
Amara lands on the hard floor, muttering a soft "Ow..."
I land... well, I kind of land on top of her...
//////////// Amara's P.O.V ////////////
And that's when he pushed me to the floor. I reacted as any person would, grab onto the first thing you see.
But, unfortunately, the first thing I saw was Bakura.
I pulled onto Bakura's shirt for support, but ended up pulling both of
us down to the floor.
I landed on the kitchen floor. "Ow..." I softly muttered. I looked over to my left and all I was, white.
White _hair_ that is...
He must have landed on top of me.. Cause he laid to one side of me, his face in supposedly in my hair but he was STILL on me... Gives me shivers... And not the good kind! -__-;;
"Erm... You can KIND of move you know..." I eventually get out.
"I can't." He said, his face against my neck.
Is there a better word for "Ick" or "Ew"? Maybe not...
"... Why not may I ask?"
"You're still holding onto my shirt."
Oh...
I quickly let go and Bakura got up, just as quickly.
When he wasn't looking I took the diary from him.
Bakura glared at me and turned on is heel and left, raising his arms as if to say "FINE! Keep the STUPID diary for all I care!"
//////// Bakura's P.O.V ////////
I leave the kitchen, muttering deadly curses. I am NOT going back to dusting and cleaning and arguing with HOUSE PLANTS! Amara will pay DEARLY for what she has made me put up with. Dearly indeed...
.... I just hope I remind myself that when I push her down to the ground, I do it out of Amara's reach... for I am NOT willing to go back into that... EVER SO AWKWARD position again... EVER!
But I have an idea on how Amara will pay... More than one actually...
~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~
KK: OOOOOO... O.O Was there a tad bit of... _Romance_ in this chapter?!
Bakura: ((O_O)) NO!
KK: I don't know... It could be leading to something...
Bakura: T__T *Pulls out gun* It's not going ANYWHERE!
KK: Try it... T.T
Bakura: *Shoots KK*
KK: *Is unfazed*
Bakura: (((O____O))) Erm... I'll just go and... eat... *walks away quickly*
KK: ^___^ Hehe... maybe there WAS a pinch of Romance in this chappie... SHOULD it lead somewhere? O.O
Bakura: *From afar* NO!
KK: T_T SKEDADDLE! SHOO!
Bakura: O_o *Is silent*
KK: ^^ How WILL Amara pay...? O_O I really don't know, please give me ideas with your reviews! And tell me if this... Romance should... "go" anywhere...
-KK