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Retaw- THANKIES FOR THE REVIEWS! I HAVEN'T EVER EVEN GOTTEN CLOSE TO THIS MANY BEFORE! YAYNESS! *bouncing up and down*
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Retaw- ^-^ You know, there isn't anything better then going to my e-mail and seeing that big happy, 'You Have One (ect.) New Message' on it. Review alerts rule!
Retaw- *sniffle* But seriously, you all have been great. I've never been so flattered by your responses, and it's a lot of fun to see where you guys think the story will go or how you feel about the situation I've put the characters in. Oh, and before I forget, I wanted to mention one thing to all of my readers.
ONE THING: I've got this whole story planned out, I wrote down all the chapters in my notebook and so everything is set. From here on it, everything should be pretty interesting, because it's coming to the end. There are only going to be one or two parts with a teeny bit of romance, and there are going to be a few parts with angst in them, so it'll be pretty interesting all in all. ^-^ I love end sections.
Caitlin- *eye roll* Coming to an end? You said there was at least nine chapters left in the 'Dream Realm' series.
Retaw- That IS coming to the end. Now, onto the story!
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The first thing I saw was the horrid pink walls of my room when I woke up this morning.
The first thing I felt was my stomach aching from no food for so long.
The first thing I smelt was something burning. And things burning are never good.
So I rolled myself out of bed and walked into the kitchen, where the smell was coming from.
That's when I saw it.
As if this wasn't a bad enough morning already, there, sitting at the table eating something that looked very overcooked, was my worst enemy, and my second worst enemy. I growled as they both looked up at me, and Malik smiled to the best of his abilities.
"So, you finally decided to grace us with your presence?" He joked, somewhat uncomfortably.
I snorted, and leaned against the wall. "I don't believe I invited you into the house, Malik."
"That's right." Bakura cut in, "I invited him. If you don't remember, Pharaoh, he is the only one who has any idea what this item is."
He picked the mirror looking object up off the table and flashed it in the morning sunlight. Malik gave me a sort of triumphant look before returning his gaze on the paper in front of him that he had drawn up. Cami poked his head out from his station at the oven and grinned at me.
"I'm making eggs!" He said happily, "Would you believe that the other end of that white thing...what's it called?"
"Fridge." Malik grunted, making it clear to me that he had said it many times before.
"Yes! Fridge. Anyway, would you believe that you could open the other side of it? There is two sections on it! The cold side, and the REALLY cold side. And there was food in the cold side! Eggs! Malik taught me how to make them!"
He moved back enough so I could get a look at the black lumps in the pan that he called 'eggs'. I wrinkled my nose at the sight of them, and made a mental note never to let Cami cook again. Cami grinned broadly, adjusted his magenta apron, and continuing with his cooking, leaving me to with nothing left to do then find out what Malik and Bakura were talking about. Neither of them looked up at all, and they spoke in hushed voices the entire time. I went over to the table Bakura and Malik were talking at, and sat down, hoping they would continue to speak and I would figure out what they were talking of in time. It didn't happen. Instead, they just stared at me.
"What is it?" Bakura asked roughly.
"I just wanted to know what was going on. What have I missed that's important?"
Malik and Bakura briefly exchanged looks, and then again, they stared at me. Then Bakura closed his eyes and crossed his arms nonchalantly saying, 'Sorry, Pharaoh, but you missed that little convo. We're moving on now, so either try to keep up or leave."
I felt very insulted by his response, but decided to stay anyway. If the tomb robber knew something important, then I had to know what it was.
"So anyway, we just need to find out how to activate this thing. If we can do that, we will be able to find out everything it can do with ease." Malik explained, "I've done everything I can think of, and nothing seems to have worked. Any ideas, Bakura?"
Bakura opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted as a large place of 'eggs' was placed in front of us. The smoke coming from the dish wasn't very appetizing, and no one knew what to make of the food. I made note that both Bakura and Malik's plates of eggs were untouched.
"Well come on and dig in!" Cami said happily.
Everyone eyed the meal uncertiantly, and Cami's face faultered.
"You...don't like it?" He asked, already looking hurt though he hadn't answered.
"Oh no," I said quickly, "I'm just not hungry."
My stomach growled loudly as if in protest to my excuse, but Cami didn't notice it and looked unusually perky again.
"Oh good!" Cami chirped, "Because you know, I slaved over a hot stove all morning to make these for you."
Malik cocked an eyebrow, "I thought you were a scribe."
Cami nodded, "I am."
"Aren't scribe's supposed to be humble?" Malik pointed out.
I shook my head, "Not him. He's never been humble. In fact, he re-named himself Cami when he started making himself known."
Malik looked again at the scribe, who was turning a bright red at the comment and whining, "How many times do I have to tell you people! Cami's a good name! And the whole thing about meaning God in Japanese is just a coincidence! It's not my fault!"
I only listened to Cami's whining for a moment before I realized what time it was. We were supposed to be at school two hours ago!
"We're late for school!" I exclaimed, raising to my feet.
Cami pushed me back down into my seat, "Calm down, Yami, today we're playing hockey."
"Hooky." Malik corrected.
Again, I jumped to my feet, "What!? We can't do that, our aibou's are counting on us to go to school for them!"
"They're also counting on you not starving to death before they get back." Malik said, "We're going to be taking a trip to the grocery store today and stock up that pantry."
"Besides," Bakura added, "We're failing the courses anyway. We're probably doing more harm then good being there."
"B-But--" I stuttered desperately trying to find a really good reason to go to school, "B-but we--"
Malik looked at his watch and groaned, "I'd really rather not do this, so we're going to though it as quickly as possible. We'd better leave now, better to get it over with."
"M'kay!" Cami said, way more bouncy then any human should be before ten in the morning. "So where's the Grocery Store?"
Malik got up and started to make his way outside, "It's only a block or so away, you all can walk."
Cami raised his hand, "I wanna take the motorcycle with you!"
Malik hesitated, "I...didn't bring my motorcycle this time."
Cami stopped and gave him the evil eye, "Yes you did, Malik, I saw you."
Malik looked like he REALLY didn't want to take him, but had no choice. I felt a small amount of pity for the guy.
...but it went away very quickly when I remembered that this jerk tried to take over the world once and that he deserved it.
"Fine." Malik said, finally caving in, "Come on and keep quiet."
Cami smiled, turned to us, and then stuck his tongue out. I would have rather walked anyway, even if the ride had been one of my choices. Bakura seemed to think the same by his expression. Malik was halfway out the door when he popped his head and looked at us.
"You're sure you don't mind walking?" He said, in an obvious last plea for sanity. "I'm sure Cami could go with you instead if you--"
"Don't be silly, Malik." I said, looking up mockingly at him seeing another chance for revenge, "You go ahead, and we'll be there in a little while."
Malik's face fell as his last plan crumbled to the ground. Cami cheered, and yanked Malik out the door. I smiled, replaying his disappointment over and over in my mind as Bakura and I began to walk to the grocery store.
It had been a while since Malik had failed in taking over the world, and Tea told me a many number of times that I was being silly by not forgiving him. But what she didn't understand, was that people don't automatically gain my trust. They have to earn it. I've lived through too many mistakes where I thought I could trust a person and they've betrayed me. I didn't care if Malik pledged to his new start at life, or that he would leave the world as it was, or that he would never use the powers of the rod again. He had lost my trust when he first met me, and it wouldn't be easy for him to get it back. Hell, Bakura only gained my trust back recently, and it wasn't much trust at that.
Thunder sounded and a few of the street lights flickered as we started our journey to the store. Luckily, we were under the safety of an umbrella we had found a few days ago under the couch. I sighed as the cold rain met my skin, and again, wished for the day my hikari would return.
"The rain hasn't stopped since the day we moved into that accursed pink house." Bakura muttered, staring off in the distance at a bolt of lighting.
I didn't have much to say to that comment. In truth, that's where my mind has been for the past while. It didn't make sense that it would rain this much. And even if those imposters were behind it, why? Were was the pay off? What would you get by creating storms besides wet? I didn't respond to Bakura, and he didn't mind. I think it was just a way of telling me that's what's been on his mind that past few days as well.
We walked in complete silence the entire way, occupied by our own thoughts and not feeling the need to share them. It took us about a half hour to finally get to the store where Malik's motorcycle was parked in front of. We found him sitting on a bench, head in his hands, rubbing his temples.
"So," Bakura said with a slight smirk, "How was the ride?"
Malik looked up at the Tomb Robber and scowled muttering, "He screamed his whole head off the ENTIRE time. THE ENTIRE TIME, thankyou."
Bakura snickered, "Pity."
Cami, (who had been entertaining himself by hitting the gum machine to see if he could get anything out of it) looked up at us and said, "Are you talking about me?"
There was a beat, seeing as no one cared to answer that. Then we just got up and started to walk into the grocery store without saying anything. Cami was slightly confused about the whole thing. I guess he just isn't used to reading 'body language' and following our lead, because he cocked his head and shouted to us, "Are we going in now?"
"Yes, Cami, we're going in." I replied.
This earned me a few dirty looks from Malik and Bakura. I crossed my arms solemnly as Cami came up behind us, knowing now that they were hoping he'd just stand out there and wait. Cami was oblivious to the entire thing, and even began to skip ahead of us.
That earned me an even dirtier look from both of them.
"We couldn't just leave him behind." I said defensively.
They both rolled their eyes, but decided to just get going with our errands. Malik grabbed a shopping cart, and immediately started filling it with pretty much anything we passed. He'd tell us what he was picking up as he dropped it in the cart, but he said it so quickly and mumbly that I could only pick out a few words at a time. Apparently, he had done this a many number of times before.
"You're going to need this," He mumbled, "It's tooth paste for after you eat. And here you have a flashlight in case the power goes out. We'll get some milk for your breakfast (so you can avoid cooking at all costs) and some bread for lunch sandwiches."
"What about this?" Cami said, holding up a box of something, "How do you eat this stuff?"
Malik looked at it and announced dully, "That's cereal. You put milk on it in a bowl, pour milk on top, and voila! You have breakfast."
Cami was amazed, "That's so cool, let's get lots of these ^-^!"
Before anyone could respond, Cami had dashed off and came back a half an instant later with at least twenty boxes of cereal in his arms. All of which containing either brightly colored marshmallow shapes, or a bright cartoon mascot on the front of the box. Cami looked quite proud at his selection, but Malik looked it over in horror, and then shook his head firmly.
"I'm not made of money you know!" He cried in protest.
Cami rolled his eyes and said in a 'duh' sort of way, "I am aware of that Malik."
Malik slapped his forehead in frustration, unaware that Cami took everything literally but finding out soon enough. It took him several seconds, and many deep breaths before he could move on with OUR shopping trip. There weren't very many people in the store, and the people who had braved the storm didn't look happy. There were no families, and no one talked or laughed, or even smiled in the bunch.
"The storm has gotten to them..." I mused to no one in particular.
Malik just shrugged, and pushed the cart forward into the 'canned goods' isle. He didn't get far, though, almost running into a single elderly woman and having to skip to a halt. The woman looked at him strangely at first, and even though Malik gave her a little nod of apology, she just stood there and stared for a while more. Finally, she held up a finger and shook it at him.
"Why aren't you in school, young man?" She said, her voice soft but gravely. "It isn't a Sunday."
"No," Cami grinned, answering quickly and cheerfully, "We're playing hockey!"
"Hooky." Malik muttered, steering the buggy away from the woman before anyone got into any trouble. "Come on, Cami."
"Coming!" He shouted to us, turning to the woman and chirping, "Have a nice day ma'am!"
Malik lead us into the produce area, which was filled with far more foods I knew about. I couldn't help grabbing as many fruits as I could and placing them inside the cart while Malik was looking in the other direction. He said that we couldn't get much fruit because it was expensive.
What he forgets, is that I am the Pharaoh.
And the Pharaoh is hungry for fruit.
He never did notice what I had done, and after about a half-hour more of shopping, we were in the checkout lane. Malik almost fainted after seeing the bill, but all of us were 'conveniently' busy outside so he couldn't lecture us. And when it was time to go home, we all walked. Including Malik, who (so he didn't have to be stuck with Cami) made up the excuse that the motorcycle might slip on the water if he rides it too much, so he would just walk it.
"I've done my good deed for the day. So I don't have to do anything for anyone for the rest of the day." Malik mumbled while he walked, "In fact, I think I'm good for the whole month."
**** BAKURA ****
We all pushed our way into the warm, dry, but annoyingly pink house. Malik had already left after making sure we got inside alright. I don't see why he thinks he has to protect us all of a sudden, so I was glad to see him leave.
"We'd better unpack everything." Yami announced.
Cami fell into a couch and looked out the window, "Jeez, what time is it?"
Yami started to take things out of the bags and replied, "I'm not sure. I didn't think that we were gone long, but it's gotten much darker since we came back..."
I sat down in the living room as well, and absentmindedly started to wring some of the water from my hair, "Time doesn't matter."
Cami sat up slightly, shocked, "What do you mean 'time doesn't matter'? Of course it matters! How else are we going to know weather its dinner time, lunch time, or breakfast time?"
My eyes lingered to the mirror object on the table as the scribe continued to tell us the importance of 'mealtimes' and for a split second, I thought I saw it flash. I blinked, and looked closer. There was nothing shining close enough to it that would make it flash.
...or was there...
Getting a strange idea, I picked up the mirror and held it up into the light. I turned it around, and felt the surface.
"Bakura?" Cami said, "What's wrong?"
I didn't answer, and held it up to the lamplight again. "Scribe, get a mirror."
Confused, Cami took the small makeup mirror from his pocket and tossed it to me. I tossed it to Yami and got into place.
"Pharaoh, reflect that light over to this mirror here." I explained.
Yami looked behind him and saw the small light over the oven for cooking. He backed up and put the mirror in the perfect place, so that the light bounced off and created a long beam onto the wall. Carefully, so as not to loose the beam, Yami redirected the light onto the mirror I was holding in my palm.
At first, nothing happened. But then I felt a strange warmth and sort of shudder from the mirror in my hand. I scanned the room, but didn't find what I was looking for.
"What's this all about?" Cami asked.
"Look around." I told him. "What do you see?"
Cami did so, and reported, "I see Yami holding up my mirror and shining it onto your mirror. So what?"
Yami seemed to see where I was going and started to look around the room, "You're mirror isn't reflecting the light."
I nodded, "Exactly. The object is reflecting everything else, but it isn't reflecting light. The light is passing right through it."
"But, what do you think it means?" Cami said softly.
I placed the item back on the coffee table and shook my head, "I'm not sure."
Yami smiled slightly, "So you were just announcing a random observation?"
I sneered and got up from the couch saying, "It's not like you don't do that same thing."
Yami snorted, Cami only laughed. He started to reach over to the object and said, "You know, this thing would be a great prop for a prank or--"
Cami stopped in mid sentence, and dropped the mirror as if it had burned him. His eyes glossed over for a moment, and he raised a hand to touch his cheek. It took him a few seconds to blink and shake his head.
"Everything alright, scribe?" Yami asked, coming over from the kitchen.
Cami didn't answer right away, and his hand started to shake as we waited.
"It...felt like someone...hit me." He said, uncertain of his own words.
"Hit you?" Yami said, cocking an eyebrow at the boy.
Cami nodded slowly, "I felt like someone hit he hard across the cheek..."
I opened my mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a hard banging on the door.
"Open the door dammit! We know you're in here!"
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Retaw- That ending came out better then I expected. -__-;; Sorry if I'm a little off my game, and a week late, but I was having a huge writers block and couldn't think of anything that didn't come out like junk! Hopefully this is pretty good, though, and my next chapter for the DR will probably come easier. ^_^;;
Oh yeah, and I almost forgot two things. First off, I wanna answer a question by 'DDOR'. Really there isn't much of a reason Caitlin and Ryou seem to be together more. They're just good friends, and because Caitlin is closer friends with Ryou then Yugi she usually talks to Ryou more often.
...But really, Ryou might be more friends with Yugi then Caitlin. Ya never know. ^_^ Besides, RYOU IS MINEEEEE!!
Ryou- O.O
Retaw- *GLOMPS* So cute... *playing with his hair*
Ryou- *turns to friends with a 'save me' look*
Retaw- ^____^ *huggle* *huggle*
Retaw- THANKIES FOR THE REVIEWS! I HAVEN'T EVER EVEN GOTTEN CLOSE TO THIS MANY BEFORE! YAYNESS! *bouncing up and down*
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Retaw- ^-^ You know, there isn't anything better then going to my e-mail and seeing that big happy, 'You Have One (ect.) New Message' on it. Review alerts rule!
Retaw- *sniffle* But seriously, you all have been great. I've never been so flattered by your responses, and it's a lot of fun to see where you guys think the story will go or how you feel about the situation I've put the characters in. Oh, and before I forget, I wanted to mention one thing to all of my readers.
ONE THING: I've got this whole story planned out, I wrote down all the chapters in my notebook and so everything is set. From here on it, everything should be pretty interesting, because it's coming to the end. There are only going to be one or two parts with a teeny bit of romance, and there are going to be a few parts with angst in them, so it'll be pretty interesting all in all. ^-^ I love end sections.
Caitlin- *eye roll* Coming to an end? You said there was at least nine chapters left in the 'Dream Realm' series.
Retaw- That IS coming to the end. Now, onto the story!
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The first thing I saw was the horrid pink walls of my room when I woke up this morning.
The first thing I felt was my stomach aching from no food for so long.
The first thing I smelt was something burning. And things burning are never good.
So I rolled myself out of bed and walked into the kitchen, where the smell was coming from.
That's when I saw it.
As if this wasn't a bad enough morning already, there, sitting at the table eating something that looked very overcooked, was my worst enemy, and my second worst enemy. I growled as they both looked up at me, and Malik smiled to the best of his abilities.
"So, you finally decided to grace us with your presence?" He joked, somewhat uncomfortably.
I snorted, and leaned against the wall. "I don't believe I invited you into the house, Malik."
"That's right." Bakura cut in, "I invited him. If you don't remember, Pharaoh, he is the only one who has any idea what this item is."
He picked the mirror looking object up off the table and flashed it in the morning sunlight. Malik gave me a sort of triumphant look before returning his gaze on the paper in front of him that he had drawn up. Cami poked his head out from his station at the oven and grinned at me.
"I'm making eggs!" He said happily, "Would you believe that the other end of that white thing...what's it called?"
"Fridge." Malik grunted, making it clear to me that he had said it many times before.
"Yes! Fridge. Anyway, would you believe that you could open the other side of it? There is two sections on it! The cold side, and the REALLY cold side. And there was food in the cold side! Eggs! Malik taught me how to make them!"
He moved back enough so I could get a look at the black lumps in the pan that he called 'eggs'. I wrinkled my nose at the sight of them, and made a mental note never to let Cami cook again. Cami grinned broadly, adjusted his magenta apron, and continuing with his cooking, leaving me to with nothing left to do then find out what Malik and Bakura were talking about. Neither of them looked up at all, and they spoke in hushed voices the entire time. I went over to the table Bakura and Malik were talking at, and sat down, hoping they would continue to speak and I would figure out what they were talking of in time. It didn't happen. Instead, they just stared at me.
"What is it?" Bakura asked roughly.
"I just wanted to know what was going on. What have I missed that's important?"
Malik and Bakura briefly exchanged looks, and then again, they stared at me. Then Bakura closed his eyes and crossed his arms nonchalantly saying, 'Sorry, Pharaoh, but you missed that little convo. We're moving on now, so either try to keep up or leave."
I felt very insulted by his response, but decided to stay anyway. If the tomb robber knew something important, then I had to know what it was.
"So anyway, we just need to find out how to activate this thing. If we can do that, we will be able to find out everything it can do with ease." Malik explained, "I've done everything I can think of, and nothing seems to have worked. Any ideas, Bakura?"
Bakura opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted as a large place of 'eggs' was placed in front of us. The smoke coming from the dish wasn't very appetizing, and no one knew what to make of the food. I made note that both Bakura and Malik's plates of eggs were untouched.
"Well come on and dig in!" Cami said happily.
Everyone eyed the meal uncertiantly, and Cami's face faultered.
"You...don't like it?" He asked, already looking hurt though he hadn't answered.
"Oh no," I said quickly, "I'm just not hungry."
My stomach growled loudly as if in protest to my excuse, but Cami didn't notice it and looked unusually perky again.
"Oh good!" Cami chirped, "Because you know, I slaved over a hot stove all morning to make these for you."
Malik cocked an eyebrow, "I thought you were a scribe."
Cami nodded, "I am."
"Aren't scribe's supposed to be humble?" Malik pointed out.
I shook my head, "Not him. He's never been humble. In fact, he re-named himself Cami when he started making himself known."
Malik looked again at the scribe, who was turning a bright red at the comment and whining, "How many times do I have to tell you people! Cami's a good name! And the whole thing about meaning God in Japanese is just a coincidence! It's not my fault!"
I only listened to Cami's whining for a moment before I realized what time it was. We were supposed to be at school two hours ago!
"We're late for school!" I exclaimed, raising to my feet.
Cami pushed me back down into my seat, "Calm down, Yami, today we're playing hockey."
"Hooky." Malik corrected.
Again, I jumped to my feet, "What!? We can't do that, our aibou's are counting on us to go to school for them!"
"They're also counting on you not starving to death before they get back." Malik said, "We're going to be taking a trip to the grocery store today and stock up that pantry."
"Besides," Bakura added, "We're failing the courses anyway. We're probably doing more harm then good being there."
"B-But--" I stuttered desperately trying to find a really good reason to go to school, "B-but we--"
Malik looked at his watch and groaned, "I'd really rather not do this, so we're going to though it as quickly as possible. We'd better leave now, better to get it over with."
"M'kay!" Cami said, way more bouncy then any human should be before ten in the morning. "So where's the Grocery Store?"
Malik got up and started to make his way outside, "It's only a block or so away, you all can walk."
Cami raised his hand, "I wanna take the motorcycle with you!"
Malik hesitated, "I...didn't bring my motorcycle this time."
Cami stopped and gave him the evil eye, "Yes you did, Malik, I saw you."
Malik looked like he REALLY didn't want to take him, but had no choice. I felt a small amount of pity for the guy.
...but it went away very quickly when I remembered that this jerk tried to take over the world once and that he deserved it.
"Fine." Malik said, finally caving in, "Come on and keep quiet."
Cami smiled, turned to us, and then stuck his tongue out. I would have rather walked anyway, even if the ride had been one of my choices. Bakura seemed to think the same by his expression. Malik was halfway out the door when he popped his head and looked at us.
"You're sure you don't mind walking?" He said, in an obvious last plea for sanity. "I'm sure Cami could go with you instead if you--"
"Don't be silly, Malik." I said, looking up mockingly at him seeing another chance for revenge, "You go ahead, and we'll be there in a little while."
Malik's face fell as his last plan crumbled to the ground. Cami cheered, and yanked Malik out the door. I smiled, replaying his disappointment over and over in my mind as Bakura and I began to walk to the grocery store.
It had been a while since Malik had failed in taking over the world, and Tea told me a many number of times that I was being silly by not forgiving him. But what she didn't understand, was that people don't automatically gain my trust. They have to earn it. I've lived through too many mistakes where I thought I could trust a person and they've betrayed me. I didn't care if Malik pledged to his new start at life, or that he would leave the world as it was, or that he would never use the powers of the rod again. He had lost my trust when he first met me, and it wouldn't be easy for him to get it back. Hell, Bakura only gained my trust back recently, and it wasn't much trust at that.
Thunder sounded and a few of the street lights flickered as we started our journey to the store. Luckily, we were under the safety of an umbrella we had found a few days ago under the couch. I sighed as the cold rain met my skin, and again, wished for the day my hikari would return.
"The rain hasn't stopped since the day we moved into that accursed pink house." Bakura muttered, staring off in the distance at a bolt of lighting.
I didn't have much to say to that comment. In truth, that's where my mind has been for the past while. It didn't make sense that it would rain this much. And even if those imposters were behind it, why? Were was the pay off? What would you get by creating storms besides wet? I didn't respond to Bakura, and he didn't mind. I think it was just a way of telling me that's what's been on his mind that past few days as well.
We walked in complete silence the entire way, occupied by our own thoughts and not feeling the need to share them. It took us about a half hour to finally get to the store where Malik's motorcycle was parked in front of. We found him sitting on a bench, head in his hands, rubbing his temples.
"So," Bakura said with a slight smirk, "How was the ride?"
Malik looked up at the Tomb Robber and scowled muttering, "He screamed his whole head off the ENTIRE time. THE ENTIRE TIME, thankyou."
Bakura snickered, "Pity."
Cami, (who had been entertaining himself by hitting the gum machine to see if he could get anything out of it) looked up at us and said, "Are you talking about me?"
There was a beat, seeing as no one cared to answer that. Then we just got up and started to walk into the grocery store without saying anything. Cami was slightly confused about the whole thing. I guess he just isn't used to reading 'body language' and following our lead, because he cocked his head and shouted to us, "Are we going in now?"
"Yes, Cami, we're going in." I replied.
This earned me a few dirty looks from Malik and Bakura. I crossed my arms solemnly as Cami came up behind us, knowing now that they were hoping he'd just stand out there and wait. Cami was oblivious to the entire thing, and even began to skip ahead of us.
That earned me an even dirtier look from both of them.
"We couldn't just leave him behind." I said defensively.
They both rolled their eyes, but decided to just get going with our errands. Malik grabbed a shopping cart, and immediately started filling it with pretty much anything we passed. He'd tell us what he was picking up as he dropped it in the cart, but he said it so quickly and mumbly that I could only pick out a few words at a time. Apparently, he had done this a many number of times before.
"You're going to need this," He mumbled, "It's tooth paste for after you eat. And here you have a flashlight in case the power goes out. We'll get some milk for your breakfast (so you can avoid cooking at all costs) and some bread for lunch sandwiches."
"What about this?" Cami said, holding up a box of something, "How do you eat this stuff?"
Malik looked at it and announced dully, "That's cereal. You put milk on it in a bowl, pour milk on top, and voila! You have breakfast."
Cami was amazed, "That's so cool, let's get lots of these ^-^!"
Before anyone could respond, Cami had dashed off and came back a half an instant later with at least twenty boxes of cereal in his arms. All of which containing either brightly colored marshmallow shapes, or a bright cartoon mascot on the front of the box. Cami looked quite proud at his selection, but Malik looked it over in horror, and then shook his head firmly.
"I'm not made of money you know!" He cried in protest.
Cami rolled his eyes and said in a 'duh' sort of way, "I am aware of that Malik."
Malik slapped his forehead in frustration, unaware that Cami took everything literally but finding out soon enough. It took him several seconds, and many deep breaths before he could move on with OUR shopping trip. There weren't very many people in the store, and the people who had braved the storm didn't look happy. There were no families, and no one talked or laughed, or even smiled in the bunch.
"The storm has gotten to them..." I mused to no one in particular.
Malik just shrugged, and pushed the cart forward into the 'canned goods' isle. He didn't get far, though, almost running into a single elderly woman and having to skip to a halt. The woman looked at him strangely at first, and even though Malik gave her a little nod of apology, she just stood there and stared for a while more. Finally, she held up a finger and shook it at him.
"Why aren't you in school, young man?" She said, her voice soft but gravely. "It isn't a Sunday."
"No," Cami grinned, answering quickly and cheerfully, "We're playing hockey!"
"Hooky." Malik muttered, steering the buggy away from the woman before anyone got into any trouble. "Come on, Cami."
"Coming!" He shouted to us, turning to the woman and chirping, "Have a nice day ma'am!"
Malik lead us into the produce area, which was filled with far more foods I knew about. I couldn't help grabbing as many fruits as I could and placing them inside the cart while Malik was looking in the other direction. He said that we couldn't get much fruit because it was expensive.
What he forgets, is that I am the Pharaoh.
And the Pharaoh is hungry for fruit.
He never did notice what I had done, and after about a half-hour more of shopping, we were in the checkout lane. Malik almost fainted after seeing the bill, but all of us were 'conveniently' busy outside so he couldn't lecture us. And when it was time to go home, we all walked. Including Malik, who (so he didn't have to be stuck with Cami) made up the excuse that the motorcycle might slip on the water if he rides it too much, so he would just walk it.
"I've done my good deed for the day. So I don't have to do anything for anyone for the rest of the day." Malik mumbled while he walked, "In fact, I think I'm good for the whole month."
**** BAKURA ****
We all pushed our way into the warm, dry, but annoyingly pink house. Malik had already left after making sure we got inside alright. I don't see why he thinks he has to protect us all of a sudden, so I was glad to see him leave.
"We'd better unpack everything." Yami announced.
Cami fell into a couch and looked out the window, "Jeez, what time is it?"
Yami started to take things out of the bags and replied, "I'm not sure. I didn't think that we were gone long, but it's gotten much darker since we came back..."
I sat down in the living room as well, and absentmindedly started to wring some of the water from my hair, "Time doesn't matter."
Cami sat up slightly, shocked, "What do you mean 'time doesn't matter'? Of course it matters! How else are we going to know weather its dinner time, lunch time, or breakfast time?"
My eyes lingered to the mirror object on the table as the scribe continued to tell us the importance of 'mealtimes' and for a split second, I thought I saw it flash. I blinked, and looked closer. There was nothing shining close enough to it that would make it flash.
...or was there...
Getting a strange idea, I picked up the mirror and held it up into the light. I turned it around, and felt the surface.
"Bakura?" Cami said, "What's wrong?"
I didn't answer, and held it up to the lamplight again. "Scribe, get a mirror."
Confused, Cami took the small makeup mirror from his pocket and tossed it to me. I tossed it to Yami and got into place.
"Pharaoh, reflect that light over to this mirror here." I explained.
Yami looked behind him and saw the small light over the oven for cooking. He backed up and put the mirror in the perfect place, so that the light bounced off and created a long beam onto the wall. Carefully, so as not to loose the beam, Yami redirected the light onto the mirror I was holding in my palm.
At first, nothing happened. But then I felt a strange warmth and sort of shudder from the mirror in my hand. I scanned the room, but didn't find what I was looking for.
"What's this all about?" Cami asked.
"Look around." I told him. "What do you see?"
Cami did so, and reported, "I see Yami holding up my mirror and shining it onto your mirror. So what?"
Yami seemed to see where I was going and started to look around the room, "You're mirror isn't reflecting the light."
I nodded, "Exactly. The object is reflecting everything else, but it isn't reflecting light. The light is passing right through it."
"But, what do you think it means?" Cami said softly.
I placed the item back on the coffee table and shook my head, "I'm not sure."
Yami smiled slightly, "So you were just announcing a random observation?"
I sneered and got up from the couch saying, "It's not like you don't do that same thing."
Yami snorted, Cami only laughed. He started to reach over to the object and said, "You know, this thing would be a great prop for a prank or--"
Cami stopped in mid sentence, and dropped the mirror as if it had burned him. His eyes glossed over for a moment, and he raised a hand to touch his cheek. It took him a few seconds to blink and shake his head.
"Everything alright, scribe?" Yami asked, coming over from the kitchen.
Cami didn't answer right away, and his hand started to shake as we waited.
"It...felt like someone...hit me." He said, uncertain of his own words.
"Hit you?" Yami said, cocking an eyebrow at the boy.
Cami nodded slowly, "I felt like someone hit he hard across the cheek..."
I opened my mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a hard banging on the door.
"Open the door dammit! We know you're in here!"
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Retaw- That ending came out better then I expected. -__-;; Sorry if I'm a little off my game, and a week late, but I was having a huge writers block and couldn't think of anything that didn't come out like junk! Hopefully this is pretty good, though, and my next chapter for the DR will probably come easier. ^_^;;
Oh yeah, and I almost forgot two things. First off, I wanna answer a question by 'DDOR'. Really there isn't much of a reason Caitlin and Ryou seem to be together more. They're just good friends, and because Caitlin is closer friends with Ryou then Yugi she usually talks to Ryou more often.
...But really, Ryou might be more friends with Yugi then Caitlin. Ya never know. ^_^ Besides, RYOU IS MINEEEEE!!
Ryou- O.O
Retaw- *GLOMPS* So cute... *playing with his hair*
Ryou- *turns to friends with a 'save me' look*
Retaw- ^____^ *huggle* *huggle*