KK: Hio peoples! ^____^ Er... Sorry for not being able to update in a
while... Bad grades.... O_O *cough* So I was grounded off the Internet comp
for a while... Er... Oh! And a virus came... O_O Sounds like a horror
movie... One more thing! On the romance issue...
Bakura: (((O_O)))
KK: You people WANT romance! Yay! ^__^
Bakura: O_O! T___T *gets out crowbar*
KK: T__T NO THREATENING THE READERS! *WHAP!*
Bakura: @__@
KK: Anyhoo, romance it is... O_O And one of you said to make him a pervert... hm... Okay! ^__^ *Takes personalities of several characters and puts them in a needle* There... *jabs Bakura with needle and injects stuff in 'im.*
Bakura: O__O! X_____X OW! At LEAST tell me what's in it...
KK: Why should I? O_O The government doesn't tell us what's in the flu shot...
Bakura: (((O___O)))
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///////// Bakura's P.O.V /////////
We spent five hours, FIVE HOURS on this stupid house, and it's clean... It's actually...CLEAN! (Mind you if I didn't spend at least 2 hours demanding to not do this stupid job, we would have gotten done faster....) But in that time, I was able to figure out a couple things to do to Amara.... Revenge is bittersweet! No...wait... that sounds bad.
Amara comes in looking dirty and tired. "There!"
There? As in, done? There must be a catch...
She looks up at me. "Now all we need to do is the cooking!"
Well, that doesn't sound like that big of a jo-Wait...-WHAT?!
"COOKING?!" I scream at her. "No WAY are you making me do cooking!" I REFUSE to be a Martha Stewart... Tho her evil ways might be nice to learn...
Amara raises her eyebrows at me. "Yes, you are... It's on your "To Do" list."
Ah yes, that vile little piece of paper I must take orders from... I glare at her, "Our agreement was for me to help you clean the HOUSE, not cook in it!"
Amara glares back. "It's on the 'TO DO' list!"
I raise my hands up in the air. "Oh, sorry, a _thousand_ apologies my good women! I didn't know we were worshiping the _'To Do'_ list!"
"All we're doing it baking *Christmas* stuff for CHRISTMAS!"
Christmas? Great. The time of love and cheer..."I refuse to take part in a holiday full of 'Love' and 'Cheer' and 'cookies!'" I yell at her with the same intensity she threw at me.
She takes a few steps forward, now only about few inches from me. "Look, either you do what you agreed to do," Amara points to the door. "Or GET OUT!"
I smile. "Sorry, I just realized that I don't take orders from brats like you."
WHAM!
The next thing I know my head is pounding with pain and I'm on the ground. I get up slowly. My nose is bleeding a bit.
I think she punched me.
Wait... SHE punched ME?!
I glare daggers at her. "How dare YOU punch ME you WHORE!"
WHAM!
A harder blow comes to the head. But I stagger and keep my balance. "Who the hell do you think you are?!"
"Brat? Who do you think YOU are acting like you're the ruler of the world!" She asks, more anger building, but all the while trying to calm herself down.
I raise my eyebrows at her mockingly; somewhat satisfied with the reactions I get.
"What? The little bitch can't handle a little competition?" I say as if I were talking to a baby, trying to push her over the edge.
[Gees, Bakura is really asking for it, isn't he? O_O; *cough]
I guess I didn't think the edge was really close...
Amara, without another word, lunges at my throat and causes both me and her to fall to the carpet.
I don't know why I do these things, pushing people over the edge I mean... A hobby maybe? Or maybe it's just my personality. Or maybe, maybe it's my flaw in never knowing when to stop....
"Bitch?" She screams in my ear and bangs my head against the carpet repeatedly. "Bitch?! *whack!* How could you-*whack* After I-*whack* Who do YOU think YOU are?! *Whack, whack, WHACK!*
(Bakura: X___X Amara: T_____T)
Okay, I'll admit it, it's beginning to HURT...
I remind myself that Amara's just one girl and I'm stronger than her, in EVERYTHING. I get up and push her aside, much to her dismay. I look at her and swear I could see eyes glossy with unshed tears, but in a moment the shine was gone and Amara is just staring at me.
She mumbles something I can't hear.
"What?" I ask innocently, even tho that word isn't in my vocabulary...
"Out!" Amara says louder then necessary.
"Out? What the hell do you mean out?"
Her anger raises more. "OUT! GET OUT! LEAVE!" Amara turns around and walks down the hall towards her room.
"Leave?! I can't leave!! WE HAVE AN AGREEMENT!"
She spins around and looks at me."SCREW THE AGREEMENT! I WANT YOU TO LEAVE!"
"I'm not leaving!!!" I yell back. "I want to get back to my world, or whatever the hell it is!"
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU GETTING BACK!!!"
"Well *I* do, in case you didn't notice!!!"
"GO!" Amara screams at me again.
I unknowingly sunk to her childish level.
"NO!"
Amara looks at me, silent for a minute. "No? NO?! THIS IS MY HOUSE!"
"LOOK!" I scream at her. "I AM *STAYING* IN THIS HOUSE! COME HELL OF HIGH WATER I AM GETTING BACK TO WHERE I CAME FROM!! AND I'M NOT LETTING A LITTLE" I searched for the right word. "*WHORE* SUCH AS YOURSELF GET IN MY WAY!"
Amara looks at me for a moment, "Fine." She spits the word at me likes it a bad taste in her mouth. "But don't believe for a moment that your month here will be peaceful." With that, she turns around and goes to her room, her "stay out" sign clanking on the door as it slams shut.
The house suddenly becomes REALLY quiet... like the calm before the storm... It's kinda freaky.
I sit in front of the T.V. and start watching it. Once again, me, the master of words and wit has won another conversation with a woman.
Mind you, it's not as easy as it looks....
Three hours pass before my conscience gets the better of me. Ya, that's right, *I* have a conscience. Even tho if I would rather throw it into the trash and never speak to it again... But over the years I have been able to bottle it and never hear it... Until now, for some, creepy reason...
"You know, you really hurt her." My conscience says. It sounds like... Oh god... It sounds like the Pharaoh...
[A/N: (O_O) that, must suck...]
Typical... I have the catus-head-all-mighty-guy as the little voice inside my head...
This, and you can tell, doesn't REALLY make that much sense, I would have thought something ELSE to be the voice inside my head... _Anyone_ else... well... Maybe not Anzu... the friendship crazed freak... Or any of the Pharaoh's midget's friends... I close my eyes and lean my head against the chair. This hasn't been a good day for me...
"Shut up, what do you know?" I ask him.
"More than you."
I laugh. "Ya, right. Even in DEATH I was older than you. [A/N: It's true... O.O Yami is the youngest of the spirit peoples... I think...] What would you know about this situation?"
"I know that she is hurt."
I close my eyes from the T.V. "Ya... Sure... Amara... she's..."
The voice is silent, awaiting an answer.
"She's... HER! She doesn't back down easily. She doesn't get hurt easily. Amara's bullet proof!"
"Oh really? Can I go shoot her then?"
I keep my eyes closed, trying to relax. "You're only the voice inside my head, my conscience. You can't do anything."
I hear movement half a meter away from me. "Bakura? I hate to break this to you, but you are in no condition to even HAVE a conscience, let alone ever HEAR it."
......This isn't what I think it is......
I raise my head from the chair and slowly turn by body position so I am facing behind me.
And there is the almighty Pharaoh himself sitting on the couch, eyebrows raised and slightly smiling at me.
Great... Look who has come to visit...
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KK: *cough* O.O I got Bakura punched in the face! Twice... O___O
Bakura: @___@ Agh... Don't remind me! It hurt....
KK: Well you deserved it! T_T
Millions of Fan Girls: *Yell at Bakura* YOU JERK! T__T
Bakura: ((O__O)) Well...uh... *points to KK* she made me SAY those things!
KK: O_O Oh, well... -LIAR! *Points to Bakura* GET HIM!!
Bakura: (((((O__O)))))
Millions of Fan Girls: T______T GRRRRRR! *Attack Bakura*
Bakura: @_____@
Millions of Fan Girls: T.T *disappear*
KK: ...Ya... Anyhoo, please review, I *know* this chapter is screwed up, so you don't need to remind me... V__V I *really* can't explain why Yami is there... O.O Cause I like torturing him...? R&R! If you don't no Romance... And no more torturing... O.o; I almost make it sound like a good thing...
-K a la K
Bakura: (((O_O)))
KK: You people WANT romance! Yay! ^__^
Bakura: O_O! T___T *gets out crowbar*
KK: T__T NO THREATENING THE READERS! *WHAP!*
Bakura: @__@
KK: Anyhoo, romance it is... O_O And one of you said to make him a pervert... hm... Okay! ^__^ *Takes personalities of several characters and puts them in a needle* There... *jabs Bakura with needle and injects stuff in 'im.*
Bakura: O__O! X_____X OW! At LEAST tell me what's in it...
KK: Why should I? O_O The government doesn't tell us what's in the flu shot...
Bakura: (((O___O)))
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///////// Bakura's P.O.V /////////
We spent five hours, FIVE HOURS on this stupid house, and it's clean... It's actually...CLEAN! (Mind you if I didn't spend at least 2 hours demanding to not do this stupid job, we would have gotten done faster....) But in that time, I was able to figure out a couple things to do to Amara.... Revenge is bittersweet! No...wait... that sounds bad.
Amara comes in looking dirty and tired. "There!"
There? As in, done? There must be a catch...
She looks up at me. "Now all we need to do is the cooking!"
Well, that doesn't sound like that big of a jo-Wait...-WHAT?!
"COOKING?!" I scream at her. "No WAY are you making me do cooking!" I REFUSE to be a Martha Stewart... Tho her evil ways might be nice to learn...
Amara raises her eyebrows at me. "Yes, you are... It's on your "To Do" list."
Ah yes, that vile little piece of paper I must take orders from... I glare at her, "Our agreement was for me to help you clean the HOUSE, not cook in it!"
Amara glares back. "It's on the 'TO DO' list!"
I raise my hands up in the air. "Oh, sorry, a _thousand_ apologies my good women! I didn't know we were worshiping the _'To Do'_ list!"
"All we're doing it baking *Christmas* stuff for CHRISTMAS!"
Christmas? Great. The time of love and cheer..."I refuse to take part in a holiday full of 'Love' and 'Cheer' and 'cookies!'" I yell at her with the same intensity she threw at me.
She takes a few steps forward, now only about few inches from me. "Look, either you do what you agreed to do," Amara points to the door. "Or GET OUT!"
I smile. "Sorry, I just realized that I don't take orders from brats like you."
WHAM!
The next thing I know my head is pounding with pain and I'm on the ground. I get up slowly. My nose is bleeding a bit.
I think she punched me.
Wait... SHE punched ME?!
I glare daggers at her. "How dare YOU punch ME you WHORE!"
WHAM!
A harder blow comes to the head. But I stagger and keep my balance. "Who the hell do you think you are?!"
"Brat? Who do you think YOU are acting like you're the ruler of the world!" She asks, more anger building, but all the while trying to calm herself down.
I raise my eyebrows at her mockingly; somewhat satisfied with the reactions I get.
"What? The little bitch can't handle a little competition?" I say as if I were talking to a baby, trying to push her over the edge.
[Gees, Bakura is really asking for it, isn't he? O_O; *cough]
I guess I didn't think the edge was really close...
Amara, without another word, lunges at my throat and causes both me and her to fall to the carpet.
I don't know why I do these things, pushing people over the edge I mean... A hobby maybe? Or maybe it's just my personality. Or maybe, maybe it's my flaw in never knowing when to stop....
"Bitch?" She screams in my ear and bangs my head against the carpet repeatedly. "Bitch?! *whack!* How could you-*whack* After I-*whack* Who do YOU think YOU are?! *Whack, whack, WHACK!*
(Bakura: X___X Amara: T_____T)
Okay, I'll admit it, it's beginning to HURT...
I remind myself that Amara's just one girl and I'm stronger than her, in EVERYTHING. I get up and push her aside, much to her dismay. I look at her and swear I could see eyes glossy with unshed tears, but in a moment the shine was gone and Amara is just staring at me.
She mumbles something I can't hear.
"What?" I ask innocently, even tho that word isn't in my vocabulary...
"Out!" Amara says louder then necessary.
"Out? What the hell do you mean out?"
Her anger raises more. "OUT! GET OUT! LEAVE!" Amara turns around and walks down the hall towards her room.
"Leave?! I can't leave!! WE HAVE AN AGREEMENT!"
She spins around and looks at me."SCREW THE AGREEMENT! I WANT YOU TO LEAVE!"
"I'm not leaving!!!" I yell back. "I want to get back to my world, or whatever the hell it is!"
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU GETTING BACK!!!"
"Well *I* do, in case you didn't notice!!!"
"GO!" Amara screams at me again.
I unknowingly sunk to her childish level.
"NO!"
Amara looks at me, silent for a minute. "No? NO?! THIS IS MY HOUSE!"
"LOOK!" I scream at her. "I AM *STAYING* IN THIS HOUSE! COME HELL OF HIGH WATER I AM GETTING BACK TO WHERE I CAME FROM!! AND I'M NOT LETTING A LITTLE" I searched for the right word. "*WHORE* SUCH AS YOURSELF GET IN MY WAY!"
Amara looks at me for a moment, "Fine." She spits the word at me likes it a bad taste in her mouth. "But don't believe for a moment that your month here will be peaceful." With that, she turns around and goes to her room, her "stay out" sign clanking on the door as it slams shut.
The house suddenly becomes REALLY quiet... like the calm before the storm... It's kinda freaky.
I sit in front of the T.V. and start watching it. Once again, me, the master of words and wit has won another conversation with a woman.
Mind you, it's not as easy as it looks....
Three hours pass before my conscience gets the better of me. Ya, that's right, *I* have a conscience. Even tho if I would rather throw it into the trash and never speak to it again... But over the years I have been able to bottle it and never hear it... Until now, for some, creepy reason...
"You know, you really hurt her." My conscience says. It sounds like... Oh god... It sounds like the Pharaoh...
[A/N: (O_O) that, must suck...]
Typical... I have the catus-head-all-mighty-guy as the little voice inside my head...
This, and you can tell, doesn't REALLY make that much sense, I would have thought something ELSE to be the voice inside my head... _Anyone_ else... well... Maybe not Anzu... the friendship crazed freak... Or any of the Pharaoh's midget's friends... I close my eyes and lean my head against the chair. This hasn't been a good day for me...
"Shut up, what do you know?" I ask him.
"More than you."
I laugh. "Ya, right. Even in DEATH I was older than you. [A/N: It's true... O.O Yami is the youngest of the spirit peoples... I think...] What would you know about this situation?"
"I know that she is hurt."
I close my eyes from the T.V. "Ya... Sure... Amara... she's..."
The voice is silent, awaiting an answer.
"She's... HER! She doesn't back down easily. She doesn't get hurt easily. Amara's bullet proof!"
"Oh really? Can I go shoot her then?"
I keep my eyes closed, trying to relax. "You're only the voice inside my head, my conscience. You can't do anything."
I hear movement half a meter away from me. "Bakura? I hate to break this to you, but you are in no condition to even HAVE a conscience, let alone ever HEAR it."
......This isn't what I think it is......
I raise my head from the chair and slowly turn by body position so I am facing behind me.
And there is the almighty Pharaoh himself sitting on the couch, eyebrows raised and slightly smiling at me.
Great... Look who has come to visit...
~*~**************************************************~*~
KK: *cough* O.O I got Bakura punched in the face! Twice... O___O
Bakura: @___@ Agh... Don't remind me! It hurt....
KK: Well you deserved it! T_T
Millions of Fan Girls: *Yell at Bakura* YOU JERK! T__T
Bakura: ((O__O)) Well...uh... *points to KK* she made me SAY those things!
KK: O_O Oh, well... -LIAR! *Points to Bakura* GET HIM!!
Bakura: (((((O__O)))))
Millions of Fan Girls: T______T GRRRRRR! *Attack Bakura*
Bakura: @_____@
Millions of Fan Girls: T.T *disappear*
KK: ...Ya... Anyhoo, please review, I *know* this chapter is screwed up, so you don't need to remind me... V__V I *really* can't explain why Yami is there... O.O Cause I like torturing him...? R&R! If you don't no Romance... And no more torturing... O.o; I almost make it sound like a good thing...
-K a la K