So, another few days, another chapter up. Not bad, huh? This one may be the
kicker. We're getting closer to a bit of surprise for the cast.
Chapter 6: It Was Something I Ate
Ryou's POV
I was panting just as the first time, when my Yami burst in through the door.
"R-Ryou..."
My eyes were half-lidded and I know I looked very disdainful with a bit of spit on my chin.
"Ya...mi..." I croaked uselessly. "T-this isn't what it l-looks like...I'm s-sick...must've been something I ate..."
"Don't bother telling me lies, I can tell if you're lying. I will determine that now, but first..."
I suddenly feared for my health when I looked into his eyes.
"Don't ever take this Ring off again, unless you want to suffer a beating. Only at school can you take it off. If you feel the need to take it off, you ask me first, then get refused. Got it?"
"..."
I couldn't answer out of weakness. I was nearly gasping for breath out of fear and shortness of breath.
"Tell me, though. Are you really sick? Truly and honestly?"
He stared at me and I shivered before throwing up again.
"You're taking Nyquil then."
"Uck!"
"Don't give me any of those damn complaints, hikari! You will get better. I'll make sure of it. I don't need that damn sister of yours complaining, or Ayari saying it's entirely my fault. Now get your ass in bed. I'll..."
I saw his face contort with what he was about to say.
"...I'll clean this shit up."
I cleaned myself up and stumbled weakly to the door, but before I could go to my room, Yami Bakura spun me around.
"Why did you take off the Ring off at these certain moments when you became ill?" he asked.
I could truthfully answer that question.
"I didn't want...you to get sick...because of me...you'd beat me..."
Yami Bakura stared at me with a cocked eyebrow.
"Get out of here!" he yelled. "Now!"
He sounded insulted, but I do not know why...
Yami Bakura's POV
As soon as Bakura left, I let my anger explode.
"Damn! Damn! Damn! Shit! Why me?!?"
I flushed the toilet filled with my hikari's puke, then I proceeded to clean up the mess in the bathroom, breaking Sakura's favorite bathroom ornament in the process.
"SHIT!"
Sakura would never forgive me for that. It was one of two ornaments that she and Ryou had made, one for her brother that she'd made, one for her that Ryou had made. Dammit, she'd hate me. I moved to get the other to a safer place, but my clumsy hands, trembling in insuppressible rage, dropped the ornament, which shattered into several pieces of ceramic. By now, it was possible that Bakura was sleeping, so I just cursed under my breath in Egyptian. At that moment, I broke down.
"That little bastard!" I whispered. "If I say I want to be a bit nicer to him, everyone treats me worse."
I was only a transparent spirit at the moment, so the knife in my pocket was transparent too, but it would do its work. As long as I didn't will it to, my pain would never reach Ryou's flesh.
I opened the switchblade and slashed it across my sensitive forearm. Blood gushed, real blood, and I gasped at the sudden pain. It felt so good! I slashed across that and my arm was absolutely bathed in blood and agony. I had grown to like pain and blood. Yes, I was a masochist. I knew where to cut for the most pain, the most blood, and I knew where not to put pressure.
I suddenly realized I was crying in pain. I never did that, but as I realized, the pain brought pain, not comfort. I put my arm up and drank in the blood, then spat it out. The blood tasted like blood, not what comforted me. Why did these things not comfort me?
I slashed blindly and deeply on my leg. The pain made me scream, not sigh in relief. Why, why, why can't I enjoy it anymore? I cried, despite myself. I, Yami Bakura, King of Thieves, was crying. So, this is what depression felt like...I'd nearly forgotten, after 5000 years of immortality. I curled up into a quivering, bleeding ball. What the hell was wrong with me? I decided to call Sakura. Maybe she would know. But to do that, I'd need Ryou's body. It was enough to have to force my metaphysical body to touch a few things and clean the bathroom, but that sapped energy. Suddenly, Bakura burst in.
"Yami, I heard screaming and...and...ohh..."
The display of blood before him must have been bad, for he fainted immediately after he saw me.
"Ryou, wake up now. Now! Please!"
No good. I checked the time on his watch. 8:00 at night. But, but Sakura was coming back at eight...
"Fellas, I'm back!"
I felt my blood run cold as she entered the bathroom, where she'd seen Bakura's legs laying just outside the doorframe.
"My God!" she said, screaming. She put a hand to her forehead and it seemed as if she would faint onto her brother. "Y-Yami Bakura, w-what's going on?"
"I...c-c-cut...he...sick..."
It all came out wrong. I was so weak from blood loss...
Sakura's POV
"I...c-c-cut...he...sick..."
After the jumbled sentence, Yami Bakura fell forward in a dead faint.
"Who's cut? Who's sick?" I asked no one in particular. "What the freak's going on?!"
I pulled Bakura out and I flipped Yami Bakura onto his back. He was the one who was cut. He had two large slashes on his left arm and a deep, lengthy one on his leg. So that meant that Baku was the sick one. I dragged Bakura to his bed and let him sleep. I left Yami Bakura in the bathroom, so when I came back, I could tend to his wounds, but he'd already disappeared.
"Something strange is going on!" I said suspiciously. Yami Bakura must have been in pain, but he normally likes pain like that. And he didn't hurt Ryou, which I could understand, but only the utmost depression could make someone not enjoy something they like, and he could only get depression from Ryou...
"What am I missing here?"
Check later to see exactly what it is that Sakura's missing. I know you want to. That's all I got to say. Read and Review, guys. See that purple button in the left corner? You'll see something cool if you press it!
Chapter 6: It Was Something I Ate
Ryou's POV
I was panting just as the first time, when my Yami burst in through the door.
"R-Ryou..."
My eyes were half-lidded and I know I looked very disdainful with a bit of spit on my chin.
"Ya...mi..." I croaked uselessly. "T-this isn't what it l-looks like...I'm s-sick...must've been something I ate..."
"Don't bother telling me lies, I can tell if you're lying. I will determine that now, but first..."
I suddenly feared for my health when I looked into his eyes.
"Don't ever take this Ring off again, unless you want to suffer a beating. Only at school can you take it off. If you feel the need to take it off, you ask me first, then get refused. Got it?"
"..."
I couldn't answer out of weakness. I was nearly gasping for breath out of fear and shortness of breath.
"Tell me, though. Are you really sick? Truly and honestly?"
He stared at me and I shivered before throwing up again.
"You're taking Nyquil then."
"Uck!"
"Don't give me any of those damn complaints, hikari! You will get better. I'll make sure of it. I don't need that damn sister of yours complaining, or Ayari saying it's entirely my fault. Now get your ass in bed. I'll..."
I saw his face contort with what he was about to say.
"...I'll clean this shit up."
I cleaned myself up and stumbled weakly to the door, but before I could go to my room, Yami Bakura spun me around.
"Why did you take off the Ring off at these certain moments when you became ill?" he asked.
I could truthfully answer that question.
"I didn't want...you to get sick...because of me...you'd beat me..."
Yami Bakura stared at me with a cocked eyebrow.
"Get out of here!" he yelled. "Now!"
He sounded insulted, but I do not know why...
Yami Bakura's POV
As soon as Bakura left, I let my anger explode.
"Damn! Damn! Damn! Shit! Why me?!?"
I flushed the toilet filled with my hikari's puke, then I proceeded to clean up the mess in the bathroom, breaking Sakura's favorite bathroom ornament in the process.
"SHIT!"
Sakura would never forgive me for that. It was one of two ornaments that she and Ryou had made, one for her brother that she'd made, one for her that Ryou had made. Dammit, she'd hate me. I moved to get the other to a safer place, but my clumsy hands, trembling in insuppressible rage, dropped the ornament, which shattered into several pieces of ceramic. By now, it was possible that Bakura was sleeping, so I just cursed under my breath in Egyptian. At that moment, I broke down.
"That little bastard!" I whispered. "If I say I want to be a bit nicer to him, everyone treats me worse."
I was only a transparent spirit at the moment, so the knife in my pocket was transparent too, but it would do its work. As long as I didn't will it to, my pain would never reach Ryou's flesh.
I opened the switchblade and slashed it across my sensitive forearm. Blood gushed, real blood, and I gasped at the sudden pain. It felt so good! I slashed across that and my arm was absolutely bathed in blood and agony. I had grown to like pain and blood. Yes, I was a masochist. I knew where to cut for the most pain, the most blood, and I knew where not to put pressure.
I suddenly realized I was crying in pain. I never did that, but as I realized, the pain brought pain, not comfort. I put my arm up and drank in the blood, then spat it out. The blood tasted like blood, not what comforted me. Why did these things not comfort me?
I slashed blindly and deeply on my leg. The pain made me scream, not sigh in relief. Why, why, why can't I enjoy it anymore? I cried, despite myself. I, Yami Bakura, King of Thieves, was crying. So, this is what depression felt like...I'd nearly forgotten, after 5000 years of immortality. I curled up into a quivering, bleeding ball. What the hell was wrong with me? I decided to call Sakura. Maybe she would know. But to do that, I'd need Ryou's body. It was enough to have to force my metaphysical body to touch a few things and clean the bathroom, but that sapped energy. Suddenly, Bakura burst in.
"Yami, I heard screaming and...and...ohh..."
The display of blood before him must have been bad, for he fainted immediately after he saw me.
"Ryou, wake up now. Now! Please!"
No good. I checked the time on his watch. 8:00 at night. But, but Sakura was coming back at eight...
"Fellas, I'm back!"
I felt my blood run cold as she entered the bathroom, where she'd seen Bakura's legs laying just outside the doorframe.
"My God!" she said, screaming. She put a hand to her forehead and it seemed as if she would faint onto her brother. "Y-Yami Bakura, w-what's going on?"
"I...c-c-cut...he...sick..."
It all came out wrong. I was so weak from blood loss...
Sakura's POV
"I...c-c-cut...he...sick..."
After the jumbled sentence, Yami Bakura fell forward in a dead faint.
"Who's cut? Who's sick?" I asked no one in particular. "What the freak's going on?!"
I pulled Bakura out and I flipped Yami Bakura onto his back. He was the one who was cut. He had two large slashes on his left arm and a deep, lengthy one on his leg. So that meant that Baku was the sick one. I dragged Bakura to his bed and let him sleep. I left Yami Bakura in the bathroom, so when I came back, I could tend to his wounds, but he'd already disappeared.
"Something strange is going on!" I said suspiciously. Yami Bakura must have been in pain, but he normally likes pain like that. And he didn't hurt Ryou, which I could understand, but only the utmost depression could make someone not enjoy something they like, and he could only get depression from Ryou...
"What am I missing here?"
Check later to see exactly what it is that Sakura's missing. I know you want to. That's all I got to say. Read and Review, guys. See that purple button in the left corner? You'll see something cool if you press it!