Retaw- HELLO ALL YOU HAPPY PEOPLE'S ONCE AGAIN!
Cami- *cocks head to one side* You seem...different...somehow.
Retaw- ^_____^ HAI! I got my hair done yesterday and made it all anime-ful. It's got two really thick blond streaks down each side, and it's choppy/spiky on both sides near my face. Now all I need is a Japanese School Uniform like Stevie's!
Editor- *poses*
Retaw- Anywho, I'm going straight to the chapter this time. HOWEVER, because I am in such a good mood, there will be a contest at the end of the chapter on how YOU can earn a part in a future chapter of Dreams Do Come True!
TO THE STORY!
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Everyone had cooled down, and we were all back in the living room like normal people. Well, as normal as three dead Egyptians that just became mortal can be. My stomach growled loudly and I let my tongue hang out. It was time for food. I hadn't had anything good to eat in so long, I needed food that was actually....edible. School lunches don't count! I know edible food will be hard to find, but I think I know just how to get it.
"Pharaoh." I whined, "Make me food."
Yami looked up from his picture book reading and gave me that, 'look'. He arched an eyebrow at me and didn't even bother to answer.
How rude is he?
"Bakura." I whined, "Pharaoh's mean. Make me food."
He growled at me, which said quite clearly, 'Don't even go there'...so, I didn't. I moaned and turned over on the couch so I could lay on my stomach and glare at them. They didn't seem to mind, I must not have a menacing enough glare. I will work on that, right after food.
I got up from the couch and raided the kitchen pantries, making sure to be very loud and obnoxious so Yami and Bakura would be sure to notice that I was doing work that THEY should have been nice and done for me. In the end, the only things edible in the entire house that looked good to me, was pizza sauce, instant noodles, bread, and baking soda (which I don't know if it's edible or not, but it has the word 'soda' in it, so it has to be descent)
"Bakura..." I said, "You took a Home Ec class...-"
He grumbled at the very mention of the class.
[A/N: Yeah, you missed his first class. But don't worry, ^_^ I'll catch you up in a chapter or two]
"-What can you make with noodles, pizza sauce, bread, and baking soda?"
"I don't know."
"Geez, those stupid classes are wasted on you. Hey Yami do you-"
"No."
"....M'kay..."
Suddenly, inspiration struck me. I would just mix all of the stuff in one bowl and see what happens! Maybe it would be good, and I could become a famous cook! And what's more, actually be fed! I started immediately in concocting my newest experiment. It would be great, I just knew it in my gut!
-*-*-*- ONE CONCOCTION LATER -*-*-*-
Dude...I need to get a new gut.
I stirred the mixture of noodles and red sauce delicately. It bubbled every time I stopped, and I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing. Whatever it was, it didn't look that good. Not that I would admit it in front of the other yamis. Speaking of yamis, here's one now! Yami wrinkled his nose at the sight of my concoction when he came back from setting the table. (My orders, isn't that cool?) Bakura looked at it curiously, then at me, then at Yami.
"This is what we are expected to eat?" Bakura asked.
"Yes....and I'd like to see you do better." I answered, flicking my spoon in his direction and sending sauce flying unintentionally all over the floor.
I started to fish out the food from the huge pot and dumped it into a bowl next to the oven. The noodles were very hard looking and there were large unappetizing chunks of what I hoped were tomato floating around in the watery substance...but then again, they could be the bits of bread that didn't have mold on them that I threw in the pot, you never could know with these things. There were a few more looks of disgust from the two, and Yami poked uneasily at a lone chunk with his fork.
"Are you sure it's done cooking?" He said, skeptically.
"I...uh...well, h-how do you know when it's done?" I asked Bakura.
"How am I supposed to know?" snapped Bakura, "I don't cook."
"Two words, Bakura, HOME ECONOMICS!" I said.
A cringe.
"That still doesn't mean that I know how to know how to make this stuff." Bakura said, trying his hardest to keep his frustration and embarrassment unknown.
"Oh yeah, I forgot, you FAILED that class." I said, pestering him for the fun of it.
Bakura looked ready to pounce, so I backed up a little and felt very fortunate that Yami interrupted him.
"I think I remember Yugi telling me something once about throwing the noodles at a wall first, to see if they stuck. If they stick to the wall, they are done cooking." Yami said, tapping his chin thoughtfully.
"Thank goodness Yugi knows what he's doing." I said. "Cause I'm starved."
I grabbed a fist full of noodles and threw it as hard as I could onto the wall. It made a loud 'SPLAT!' noise, and slid just a little downward before halting. No one knew what to think now. It didn't stick at first...but then it did.
"Now what?" I asked.
"I'm not sure. Yugi never mentioned if it slid down the wall, then again," Yami said, eyeing the ball of food on the wall, "I'm pretty sure he didn't add the fact of YOU being the cook..."
Bakura also grabbed some noodles and flung it at the wall, resulting in the same way my noodles did. He grumbled and grabbed more noodles to fling, all ending the same. He started to get frustrated, and finally gave up after about six throws. Yami saw the display of Bakura failing, and by the smirk he gave me, he had a sudden urge to do better then Bakura had been able to accomplish.
Competitiveness, it's just how them two are.
He grabbed a huge handful and threw it against the wall, hard, like a 70- mph professional baseball player pitch with food. Bakura and I could only stare as the food zoomed at the wall, and stuck like glue. Another confident smirk from Yami, as he cracked his knuckles and turned back to them.
"It is done." He announced.
Bakura scowled at him, and I smiled to know that my dinner was done. (and made a good base-ball) The only problem, was that together, Bakura, Yami, and I had used up all the noodles and all that was left was what looked like a thin tomato sauce.
"Well, now that dinner is officially cooked, how do we eat it?" I said, praying Yami knew what to do. Unfortunately,
He didn't.
"Great job Pharaoh." Bakura said, peeling off a noodle from the wall, "And I'm still hungry I hope you know. And if I don't get any food soon..."
I could tell he was threatening me, but my attention was elsewhere. I just now realized my new family was going to KILL me if they came back to a messy wall.
"Oh shoot! The wall!"
I sprinted over to the sink and grabbed two sponges. I shoved them into the hands of the other two and started to search for some soap.
"What's this for?" Bakura said, dangling the sponge from his thumb and pointer finger.
"Clean the wall off right now!" I shouted, my head under the sink looking franticly as if 'mom' was going to come back at that very moment, although I really had no clue when she would come back.
"I don't clean." Bakura said stubbornly.
"You do now! Just scrub the wall really hard until the food comes off while I check for some soap in the bathroom." I shouted.
Yami tried it out, "This isn't going to come off easy..."
"Just scrub as hard as you can until the wall is clean and junk!" I yelled, dashing down the hall into the hot pink bathroom and diving under another sink for soap.
When I came back with a small bottle of soap, I stopped and almost dropped the entire thing onto the floor. I could only shout in distress as Yami and Bakura looked up at me with a look as innocent as would be possible for them. They were rubbing so hard on the wall that the pink paint was coming off and the wall was now all chipped up and very old looking. I would have be amazed that a wall could look 10 years older in ten minutes, but at the second a was a little occupied.
"WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING!" I exclaimed.
Yami stopped cleaning at last and stared blankly at him, "We're cleaning off the wall."
"YOU'RE PEELING THE PAINT OFF!" I said, feeling the wall in case it wasn't as bad as it looked.
"Isn't that what we were supposed to do?" Yami said, resting a hand on his hip while the other still leaned up against the wall.
"NO! NO THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE DOING! I've got to do something, there has to be a- aha! I'll be right back, you all stay here and do nothing! AND I MEAN NOTHING! I CANNOT TRUST YOU!"
I dropped the soap and started to race off in a desperate attempt to find paint to fix the wall with. I head Bakura scoff behind me, but I had no choice but to ignore it. I HATE being a party poop, and I'm still HUNGRY! I came back momentarily with the only paint I could find. It was acrylic paint from the craft closet, and although it was white, there weren't any other paints in the entire house.
"But the wall isn't white," Yami objected, as I squeezed the paint into a random bowl. "It's pink."
"I know that." I said, dipping a paintbrush into the bucket and stirring, "That's why I'm adding red food coloring to turn it pink!"
"Food coloring?" Yami said, "RED food coloring?"
"Yes." I said, "White and red make pink. Come on Yami you should know this by now."
"But-"
I didn't listen for what he was going to say, I mixed the red food coloring into the white paint and beamed at the color pink it was slowly turning. I grabbed my brush and started to paint the wall, very slowly I might add. I put the bucket that I had filled with paint behind me so I could get to it easily. I had only covered a few inches with paint before Yami had something more to say about the paint.
"It's not the same color as the old paint is." He pointed out.
"Sure it is, pink is pink." I said, taking no notice of his observations.
"No, it isn't. You can tell exactly where you've painted."
"It's fine." I turned and looked at Bakura and Yami, who were just standing there doing nothing but watch me, and scowled, "I wouldn't object if you helped me out. Bakura, grab a paint brush or something and help me out with this."
Bakura folded his arms across his chest; "I don't paint."
"WELL YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!" I snapped, "GET A PAINT BRUSH AND GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!"
Bakura glared at me, but he did pick up one of the paintbrushes I had put on the table. He didn't take his ever-glaring eyes off me as he painted a tiny place on the wall. I sighed and got up from the floor, unfortunately noticing the splatter of pink paint on my shirt. Yami tried not to laugh at the sight of not only me with paint on my shirt, but Bakura painting a wall pink. I took a step back to look at my handy work, and did the worst possible thing that could ever be done with paint.
I knocked the pink paint over onto the Persian rug on the floor.
Everyone immediately stopped, and we only watched it soak into the rug for a long time. Then Bakura's eyebrows raised, Yami's mouth curved into a silent 'O', and I let out an overwhelmed scream.
"OH MY RA NO!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, snatching a large amount of napkins and dappling the rug with no avail. I picked up the rug in my hands and ran to the laundry room with the rug cradled in my arms like a deathly ill child. Yami came in behind me and watched me struggle while trying to stuff the rug into the washing machine.
"We've got to start this thing." I said, panting and hitting the top of the monster contraption to get it to start.
"Ok," Yami said, "Throwing food against the wall was one thing, but washing a rug?"
"It's simple, all you do is put in the soap and...start it I think." I said, giving it another kick and noticing the two bottles of stuff on the side of the machine. One of those must be the soap.
I picked up an orange jug and a purple one, "I think it's one of these."
The jug had something written on it in large white letters, but I couldn't read this new language at all and it meant nothing to me. The purple one had a picture of a washing machine much like the one we were trying to use, washing a load of white shirts. I understood this one much better, and pointed it out to Yami.
"This orange one has words on it that I can't read. It could be anything! But look how nice and white it made the clothes on this jug of purple junk. I think that's the one we want."
Yami studied the picture, "I'm just going to pray that you know what you're doing, scribe. How much do we put in?"
I looked at the cap of the purple jug closely. There were little lines down the side that I assumed were meant to measure the liquid soap, but I didn't know how to use them. After telling Yami to just put however much in that looks right, I hurried back to the kitchen to see how Bakura was doing with that painting. I was very angry to see nothing had changed since I left him, and decided to take matters into my own hands.
"Bakura, you can make some dinner." I told him firmly.
"I don't-" He began hotly.
"Yeah yeah I know. 'You don't cook, you don't clean, and you don't paint.' But I'm sure you can make SOMETHING."
I began to raid the pantry, looking for something easy to cook and eat. Finally, I found the perfect thing and handed it to Bakura.
"Here." I said, "Put this in the microwave."
He looked at it, "Popcorn?"
"Yes, I'm glad to see you recognize the picture of all the little dancing kernels on the bag, Now cook it."
"I refuse to eat popcorn for a meal!"
"Well too bad, you're either going to eat this or not eat at all."
He gave me another glare. He seemed to be giving me a lot of those lately, and I could tell I was pushing my luck by ordering him around like this. But I was proud of myself all and all. I was taking a reasonable leader role, everything was being taken care of pretty well, and no one had murdered anyone yet. I started to paint the wall once again, feeling very secure at the moment, having no idea that my luck was going to change right....now.
RING!
I jumped, and paint splattered all over the wall from my brush. Bakura tore away from watching the popcorn pop to lift the phone to his ear.
"Who is this?" He said, very grouchily I might add.
His face very quickly went from cross, confused, to very angry. He looked at the phone in a way that I'm sure would give the person on the other line of the phone nightmares if only he (or she) could see him. He growled into the phone and forced the it into my paint-covered hands. He called the person on the other line something...lets just say, something very VERY rude that I wouldn't even say in my head. I spoke into the phone curiously to see who made Bakura that angry.
"Hello?"
"Caitlin! Who was that boy on the phone a minute ago!?"
So it was Caitlin's new mom that messed with Bakura.
No surprise there.
"Uh...hi.... Mom." I said in a high voice so it sounded more like my aibou.
"Caitlin that is NOT the answer to my question!" She yelled, "WHO WAS THAT BOY!?"
"He's...a friend."
"I don't like the sound of that 'friend.'" A very bad thought must have occurred to her suddenly, because she added suspiciously, "How long has he been there?"
I forgot completely that Bakura wasn't supposed to be there, too did I forget that it was bad for a boy and a girl to be together in an empty house when I answered, "A day or two."
There was a loud gasp, and then, "CAITLIN!"
Oops.
"Mom!" I pleaded, "He came over to..."
I looked to Bakura for help, who was giving none of it. He kept glancing at me with an amused look on his face, then turning back and cursing at the popcorn.
"He came over to help me with my experiment about...popcorn!"
"And he stayed why!?"
"Because his car broke down! And then it...burst into flames! And he had to stay here because the police..."
This time, Bakura looked at me with a look that said simply, 'Stupid mistake...' and I knew at once I had said something wrong. There was one more gasp from the other line and my 'mother' screamed into the phone.
"CAITLIN! NOT ONLY DID HE STAY BUT HE'S IN TROUBLE WITH THE POLICE! I HOPE YOU TWO DIDN'T SHARE THE SAME BED! YOU DIDN'T SHARE THE SAME BED DID YOU!? FOR ALL I KNOW YOU TWO COULD HAVE BEEN-"
I felt my face turn pale and I shuddered at the very thought, "NO! NONONONO NO WAY I- THAT IS VERY WRONG! VERY VERY WRONG!"
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE GROUNDED MISSY! WHAT HAPPENED TO NOT HAVING ANYONE OVER AND-"
She was suddenly interrupted by a shout in alarm from Bakura yelling, 'FIRE!' loudly. Bakura had somehow set the popcorn on fire in the microwave and the whole thing was smoking heavily. Yami ran in quickly to help, saying something about smelling smoke, and I was left with a screaming mother on the other end. Because I needed to help, and because I didn't know how to turn the cordless phone off, I just set it on the table.
Yami opened the microwave and smoke billowed into the room, causing everyone to cough a few times. Bakura grabbed the cooking tongs, pulled the flaming bag out and dropped it on the counter. Then I poured my old cup of soda on the bag, luckily putting out the fire successfully. Only then I had a new problem.
Dealing with Caitlin's 'mom' still listening on the phone.
I picked up the phone gingerly, and if you didn't know what a phone was, you would think I was picking up a bomb that could explode any second. I asked if she was still there quietly, trying to make it as inaudible as possible so she wouldn't answer and I could hang up. Unfortunately, she did hear me. And the bomb exploded. I had to pull the phone away from my ear because of how loudly she screeched at me this time.
"WHAT WAS THAT! I HEARD TWO BOYS TALKING NOT ONE! YOU'RE JUST PUSHING YOURSELF FARTHER AND FARTHER INTO TROUBLE CAITLIN! AND IF THE ONE IS IN BAD TROUBLE WITH THE POLICE I DON'T WANT YOU 'FRIENDS' WITH JUVINILE DELINQUENTS! AND I SUGGEST YOU TELL THOSE 'BOYS' TO GO HOME BECAUSE IF I HAVE TO HEAR ONE MORE WORD FROM THAT-"
The phone was far enough away from me and loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. That was including Bakura, who at the moment, was being called as bad things as Bakura had called her earlier, except there were way more of them. I didn't know what to do to shut her up, and she didn't even stop for a breath in her screaming fit. Bakura's eye twitched a little before he came up to me and said coolly.
"Give me the phone."
I did so, and he started to talk, just as loud as the mother was. I could tell by the way he looked that he was about to get back at mom with all that he had. He cursed her in both Egyptian and English, and the only 'suitable' words he said were at the very end.
"AND if you value your life, mortal, I suggest you never insult me like that again or I will be forced to send you to the shadow realm!"
Then, he hung up. Yami sneered, "Great job Bakura, now she thinks not only thinks that you have a car that broke down and bust into flames, but also that you're crazy."
"No mortal should EVER talk to me like that. I was just making that known Pharaoh."
There was a little buzzing noise that came from the laundry room, and I ran to see how the rug came out. I held high hopes for having the rug come out as if it hadn't been touched, better then that even. Only that isn't what it looked like. I flipped the door open to the washer and saw the end of Caitlin flash before my eyes.
She was to be murdered by her mother for the condition of that rug.
Although it didn't have any paint on it, the rug itself was limp. Most of it was unraveled. It was completely stripped of it's color, except for a pale pink color that I guessed was because of the paint the rug soaked up before going in the wash. It was frayed on the edges, and looked like a regular piece of junk. No wonder the clothes on the picture of the soap jug were all white. It was because the soap was bleach.
"Is that how it's supposed to look?" I asked the others, wanting a 'yes' although I knew the answer was, 'no'.
They just shook their heads as I pulled the rug out of the small compartment. It fell to the ground from my hands, and I sighed.
"So...who wants to go out for dinner tonight?"
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Retaw- ^_^ There, the chapter for this week is finished! The Yami's don't know about it yet, because they can't read the letter they wrote, but Caitlin's mom and sister are at a Family Reunion. So...yes...
Oh! R&R! And if you're curious, I've started another fic called The Left Behind that you might enjoy! JA NE! SUNC!
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Retaw- ^_____^ HAI! I got my hair done yesterday and made it all anime-ful. It's got two really thick blond streaks down each side, and it's choppy/spiky on both sides near my face. Now all I need is a Japanese School Uniform like Stevie's!
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Everyone had cooled down, and we were all back in the living room like normal people. Well, as normal as three dead Egyptians that just became mortal can be. My stomach growled loudly and I let my tongue hang out. It was time for food. I hadn't had anything good to eat in so long, I needed food that was actually....edible. School lunches don't count! I know edible food will be hard to find, but I think I know just how to get it.
"Pharaoh." I whined, "Make me food."
Yami looked up from his picture book reading and gave me that, 'look'. He arched an eyebrow at me and didn't even bother to answer.
How rude is he?
"Bakura." I whined, "Pharaoh's mean. Make me food."
He growled at me, which said quite clearly, 'Don't even go there'...so, I didn't. I moaned and turned over on the couch so I could lay on my stomach and glare at them. They didn't seem to mind, I must not have a menacing enough glare. I will work on that, right after food.
I got up from the couch and raided the kitchen pantries, making sure to be very loud and obnoxious so Yami and Bakura would be sure to notice that I was doing work that THEY should have been nice and done for me. In the end, the only things edible in the entire house that looked good to me, was pizza sauce, instant noodles, bread, and baking soda (which I don't know if it's edible or not, but it has the word 'soda' in it, so it has to be descent)
"Bakura..." I said, "You took a Home Ec class...-"
He grumbled at the very mention of the class.
[A/N: Yeah, you missed his first class. But don't worry, ^_^ I'll catch you up in a chapter or two]
"-What can you make with noodles, pizza sauce, bread, and baking soda?"
"I don't know."
"Geez, those stupid classes are wasted on you. Hey Yami do you-"
"No."
"....M'kay..."
Suddenly, inspiration struck me. I would just mix all of the stuff in one bowl and see what happens! Maybe it would be good, and I could become a famous cook! And what's more, actually be fed! I started immediately in concocting my newest experiment. It would be great, I just knew it in my gut!
-*-*-*- ONE CONCOCTION LATER -*-*-*-
Dude...I need to get a new gut.
I stirred the mixture of noodles and red sauce delicately. It bubbled every time I stopped, and I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing. Whatever it was, it didn't look that good. Not that I would admit it in front of the other yamis. Speaking of yamis, here's one now! Yami wrinkled his nose at the sight of my concoction when he came back from setting the table. (My orders, isn't that cool?) Bakura looked at it curiously, then at me, then at Yami.
"This is what we are expected to eat?" Bakura asked.
"Yes....and I'd like to see you do better." I answered, flicking my spoon in his direction and sending sauce flying unintentionally all over the floor.
I started to fish out the food from the huge pot and dumped it into a bowl next to the oven. The noodles were very hard looking and there were large unappetizing chunks of what I hoped were tomato floating around in the watery substance...but then again, they could be the bits of bread that didn't have mold on them that I threw in the pot, you never could know with these things. There were a few more looks of disgust from the two, and Yami poked uneasily at a lone chunk with his fork.
"Are you sure it's done cooking?" He said, skeptically.
"I...uh...well, h-how do you know when it's done?" I asked Bakura.
"How am I supposed to know?" snapped Bakura, "I don't cook."
"Two words, Bakura, HOME ECONOMICS!" I said.
A cringe.
"That still doesn't mean that I know how to know how to make this stuff." Bakura said, trying his hardest to keep his frustration and embarrassment unknown.
"Oh yeah, I forgot, you FAILED that class." I said, pestering him for the fun of it.
Bakura looked ready to pounce, so I backed up a little and felt very fortunate that Yami interrupted him.
"I think I remember Yugi telling me something once about throwing the noodles at a wall first, to see if they stuck. If they stick to the wall, they are done cooking." Yami said, tapping his chin thoughtfully.
"Thank goodness Yugi knows what he's doing." I said. "Cause I'm starved."
I grabbed a fist full of noodles and threw it as hard as I could onto the wall. It made a loud 'SPLAT!' noise, and slid just a little downward before halting. No one knew what to think now. It didn't stick at first...but then it did.
"Now what?" I asked.
"I'm not sure. Yugi never mentioned if it slid down the wall, then again," Yami said, eyeing the ball of food on the wall, "I'm pretty sure he didn't add the fact of YOU being the cook..."
Bakura also grabbed some noodles and flung it at the wall, resulting in the same way my noodles did. He grumbled and grabbed more noodles to fling, all ending the same. He started to get frustrated, and finally gave up after about six throws. Yami saw the display of Bakura failing, and by the smirk he gave me, he had a sudden urge to do better then Bakura had been able to accomplish.
Competitiveness, it's just how them two are.
He grabbed a huge handful and threw it against the wall, hard, like a 70- mph professional baseball player pitch with food. Bakura and I could only stare as the food zoomed at the wall, and stuck like glue. Another confident smirk from Yami, as he cracked his knuckles and turned back to them.
"It is done." He announced.
Bakura scowled at him, and I smiled to know that my dinner was done. (and made a good base-ball) The only problem, was that together, Bakura, Yami, and I had used up all the noodles and all that was left was what looked like a thin tomato sauce.
"Well, now that dinner is officially cooked, how do we eat it?" I said, praying Yami knew what to do. Unfortunately,
He didn't.
"Great job Pharaoh." Bakura said, peeling off a noodle from the wall, "And I'm still hungry I hope you know. And if I don't get any food soon..."
I could tell he was threatening me, but my attention was elsewhere. I just now realized my new family was going to KILL me if they came back to a messy wall.
"Oh shoot! The wall!"
I sprinted over to the sink and grabbed two sponges. I shoved them into the hands of the other two and started to search for some soap.
"What's this for?" Bakura said, dangling the sponge from his thumb and pointer finger.
"Clean the wall off right now!" I shouted, my head under the sink looking franticly as if 'mom' was going to come back at that very moment, although I really had no clue when she would come back.
"I don't clean." Bakura said stubbornly.
"You do now! Just scrub the wall really hard until the food comes off while I check for some soap in the bathroom." I shouted.
Yami tried it out, "This isn't going to come off easy..."
"Just scrub as hard as you can until the wall is clean and junk!" I yelled, dashing down the hall into the hot pink bathroom and diving under another sink for soap.
When I came back with a small bottle of soap, I stopped and almost dropped the entire thing onto the floor. I could only shout in distress as Yami and Bakura looked up at me with a look as innocent as would be possible for them. They were rubbing so hard on the wall that the pink paint was coming off and the wall was now all chipped up and very old looking. I would have be amazed that a wall could look 10 years older in ten minutes, but at the second a was a little occupied.
"WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING!" I exclaimed.
Yami stopped cleaning at last and stared blankly at him, "We're cleaning off the wall."
"YOU'RE PEELING THE PAINT OFF!" I said, feeling the wall in case it wasn't as bad as it looked.
"Isn't that what we were supposed to do?" Yami said, resting a hand on his hip while the other still leaned up against the wall.
"NO! NO THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE DOING! I've got to do something, there has to be a- aha! I'll be right back, you all stay here and do nothing! AND I MEAN NOTHING! I CANNOT TRUST YOU!"
I dropped the soap and started to race off in a desperate attempt to find paint to fix the wall with. I head Bakura scoff behind me, but I had no choice but to ignore it. I HATE being a party poop, and I'm still HUNGRY! I came back momentarily with the only paint I could find. It was acrylic paint from the craft closet, and although it was white, there weren't any other paints in the entire house.
"But the wall isn't white," Yami objected, as I squeezed the paint into a random bowl. "It's pink."
"I know that." I said, dipping a paintbrush into the bucket and stirring, "That's why I'm adding red food coloring to turn it pink!"
"Food coloring?" Yami said, "RED food coloring?"
"Yes." I said, "White and red make pink. Come on Yami you should know this by now."
"But-"
I didn't listen for what he was going to say, I mixed the red food coloring into the white paint and beamed at the color pink it was slowly turning. I grabbed my brush and started to paint the wall, very slowly I might add. I put the bucket that I had filled with paint behind me so I could get to it easily. I had only covered a few inches with paint before Yami had something more to say about the paint.
"It's not the same color as the old paint is." He pointed out.
"Sure it is, pink is pink." I said, taking no notice of his observations.
"No, it isn't. You can tell exactly where you've painted."
"It's fine." I turned and looked at Bakura and Yami, who were just standing there doing nothing but watch me, and scowled, "I wouldn't object if you helped me out. Bakura, grab a paint brush or something and help me out with this."
Bakura folded his arms across his chest; "I don't paint."
"WELL YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!" I snapped, "GET A PAINT BRUSH AND GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!"
Bakura glared at me, but he did pick up one of the paintbrushes I had put on the table. He didn't take his ever-glaring eyes off me as he painted a tiny place on the wall. I sighed and got up from the floor, unfortunately noticing the splatter of pink paint on my shirt. Yami tried not to laugh at the sight of not only me with paint on my shirt, but Bakura painting a wall pink. I took a step back to look at my handy work, and did the worst possible thing that could ever be done with paint.
I knocked the pink paint over onto the Persian rug on the floor.
Everyone immediately stopped, and we only watched it soak into the rug for a long time. Then Bakura's eyebrows raised, Yami's mouth curved into a silent 'O', and I let out an overwhelmed scream.
"OH MY RA NO!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, snatching a large amount of napkins and dappling the rug with no avail. I picked up the rug in my hands and ran to the laundry room with the rug cradled in my arms like a deathly ill child. Yami came in behind me and watched me struggle while trying to stuff the rug into the washing machine.
"We've got to start this thing." I said, panting and hitting the top of the monster contraption to get it to start.
"Ok," Yami said, "Throwing food against the wall was one thing, but washing a rug?"
"It's simple, all you do is put in the soap and...start it I think." I said, giving it another kick and noticing the two bottles of stuff on the side of the machine. One of those must be the soap.
I picked up an orange jug and a purple one, "I think it's one of these."
The jug had something written on it in large white letters, but I couldn't read this new language at all and it meant nothing to me. The purple one had a picture of a washing machine much like the one we were trying to use, washing a load of white shirts. I understood this one much better, and pointed it out to Yami.
"This orange one has words on it that I can't read. It could be anything! But look how nice and white it made the clothes on this jug of purple junk. I think that's the one we want."
Yami studied the picture, "I'm just going to pray that you know what you're doing, scribe. How much do we put in?"
I looked at the cap of the purple jug closely. There were little lines down the side that I assumed were meant to measure the liquid soap, but I didn't know how to use them. After telling Yami to just put however much in that looks right, I hurried back to the kitchen to see how Bakura was doing with that painting. I was very angry to see nothing had changed since I left him, and decided to take matters into my own hands.
"Bakura, you can make some dinner." I told him firmly.
"I don't-" He began hotly.
"Yeah yeah I know. 'You don't cook, you don't clean, and you don't paint.' But I'm sure you can make SOMETHING."
I began to raid the pantry, looking for something easy to cook and eat. Finally, I found the perfect thing and handed it to Bakura.
"Here." I said, "Put this in the microwave."
He looked at it, "Popcorn?"
"Yes, I'm glad to see you recognize the picture of all the little dancing kernels on the bag, Now cook it."
"I refuse to eat popcorn for a meal!"
"Well too bad, you're either going to eat this or not eat at all."
He gave me another glare. He seemed to be giving me a lot of those lately, and I could tell I was pushing my luck by ordering him around like this. But I was proud of myself all and all. I was taking a reasonable leader role, everything was being taken care of pretty well, and no one had murdered anyone yet. I started to paint the wall once again, feeling very secure at the moment, having no idea that my luck was going to change right....now.
RING!
I jumped, and paint splattered all over the wall from my brush. Bakura tore away from watching the popcorn pop to lift the phone to his ear.
"Who is this?" He said, very grouchily I might add.
His face very quickly went from cross, confused, to very angry. He looked at the phone in a way that I'm sure would give the person on the other line of the phone nightmares if only he (or she) could see him. He growled into the phone and forced the it into my paint-covered hands. He called the person on the other line something...lets just say, something very VERY rude that I wouldn't even say in my head. I spoke into the phone curiously to see who made Bakura that angry.
"Hello?"
"Caitlin! Who was that boy on the phone a minute ago!?"
So it was Caitlin's new mom that messed with Bakura.
No surprise there.
"Uh...hi.... Mom." I said in a high voice so it sounded more like my aibou.
"Caitlin that is NOT the answer to my question!" She yelled, "WHO WAS THAT BOY!?"
"He's...a friend."
"I don't like the sound of that 'friend.'" A very bad thought must have occurred to her suddenly, because she added suspiciously, "How long has he been there?"
I forgot completely that Bakura wasn't supposed to be there, too did I forget that it was bad for a boy and a girl to be together in an empty house when I answered, "A day or two."
There was a loud gasp, and then, "CAITLIN!"
Oops.
"Mom!" I pleaded, "He came over to..."
I looked to Bakura for help, who was giving none of it. He kept glancing at me with an amused look on his face, then turning back and cursing at the popcorn.
"He came over to help me with my experiment about...popcorn!"
"And he stayed why!?"
"Because his car broke down! And then it...burst into flames! And he had to stay here because the police..."
This time, Bakura looked at me with a look that said simply, 'Stupid mistake...' and I knew at once I had said something wrong. There was one more gasp from the other line and my 'mother' screamed into the phone.
"CAITLIN! NOT ONLY DID HE STAY BUT HE'S IN TROUBLE WITH THE POLICE! I HOPE YOU TWO DIDN'T SHARE THE SAME BED! YOU DIDN'T SHARE THE SAME BED DID YOU!? FOR ALL I KNOW YOU TWO COULD HAVE BEEN-"
I felt my face turn pale and I shuddered at the very thought, "NO! NONONONO NO WAY I- THAT IS VERY WRONG! VERY VERY WRONG!"
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE GROUNDED MISSY! WHAT HAPPENED TO NOT HAVING ANYONE OVER AND-"
She was suddenly interrupted by a shout in alarm from Bakura yelling, 'FIRE!' loudly. Bakura had somehow set the popcorn on fire in the microwave and the whole thing was smoking heavily. Yami ran in quickly to help, saying something about smelling smoke, and I was left with a screaming mother on the other end. Because I needed to help, and because I didn't know how to turn the cordless phone off, I just set it on the table.
Yami opened the microwave and smoke billowed into the room, causing everyone to cough a few times. Bakura grabbed the cooking tongs, pulled the flaming bag out and dropped it on the counter. Then I poured my old cup of soda on the bag, luckily putting out the fire successfully. Only then I had a new problem.
Dealing with Caitlin's 'mom' still listening on the phone.
I picked up the phone gingerly, and if you didn't know what a phone was, you would think I was picking up a bomb that could explode any second. I asked if she was still there quietly, trying to make it as inaudible as possible so she wouldn't answer and I could hang up. Unfortunately, she did hear me. And the bomb exploded. I had to pull the phone away from my ear because of how loudly she screeched at me this time.
"WHAT WAS THAT! I HEARD TWO BOYS TALKING NOT ONE! YOU'RE JUST PUSHING YOURSELF FARTHER AND FARTHER INTO TROUBLE CAITLIN! AND IF THE ONE IS IN BAD TROUBLE WITH THE POLICE I DON'T WANT YOU 'FRIENDS' WITH JUVINILE DELINQUENTS! AND I SUGGEST YOU TELL THOSE 'BOYS' TO GO HOME BECAUSE IF I HAVE TO HEAR ONE MORE WORD FROM THAT-"
The phone was far enough away from me and loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. That was including Bakura, who at the moment, was being called as bad things as Bakura had called her earlier, except there were way more of them. I didn't know what to do to shut her up, and she didn't even stop for a breath in her screaming fit. Bakura's eye twitched a little before he came up to me and said coolly.
"Give me the phone."
I did so, and he started to talk, just as loud as the mother was. I could tell by the way he looked that he was about to get back at mom with all that he had. He cursed her in both Egyptian and English, and the only 'suitable' words he said were at the very end.
"AND if you value your life, mortal, I suggest you never insult me like that again or I will be forced to send you to the shadow realm!"
Then, he hung up. Yami sneered, "Great job Bakura, now she thinks not only thinks that you have a car that broke down and bust into flames, but also that you're crazy."
"No mortal should EVER talk to me like that. I was just making that known Pharaoh."
There was a little buzzing noise that came from the laundry room, and I ran to see how the rug came out. I held high hopes for having the rug come out as if it hadn't been touched, better then that even. Only that isn't what it looked like. I flipped the door open to the washer and saw the end of Caitlin flash before my eyes.
She was to be murdered by her mother for the condition of that rug.
Although it didn't have any paint on it, the rug itself was limp. Most of it was unraveled. It was completely stripped of it's color, except for a pale pink color that I guessed was because of the paint the rug soaked up before going in the wash. It was frayed on the edges, and looked like a regular piece of junk. No wonder the clothes on the picture of the soap jug were all white. It was because the soap was bleach.
"Is that how it's supposed to look?" I asked the others, wanting a 'yes' although I knew the answer was, 'no'.
They just shook their heads as I pulled the rug out of the small compartment. It fell to the ground from my hands, and I sighed.
"So...who wants to go out for dinner tonight?"
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Retaw- ^_^ There, the chapter for this week is finished! The Yami's don't know about it yet, because they can't read the letter they wrote, but Caitlin's mom and sister are at a Family Reunion. So...yes...
Oh! R&R! And if you're curious, I've started another fic called The Left Behind that you might enjoy! JA NE! SUNC!
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