I've been sick for two days with the stomach flu, so I haven't been typing,
but here's the seventh chapter of my story.
Chapter 7: Who Is The Yami And Who's The Hikari?
Sakura's POV
"Brother, are you alright?"
"Mmm...Sakura?"
"Yeah. Is everything all right?"
"Yes. It's all okay. I just got sick is all."
"Are you sure?"
"I am. Yami said I had to take Nyquil, so, you know, I have to."
He grimaced at that.
"I'll get you some. For once, Yami Bakura was right."
"Yami Bakura...Sakura, is he okay!! There was blood and..."
"I dunno, Bakura. He disappeared into his soul room before I could do anything," I replied to my brother.
"Oh...I suppose he'll heal while he's in there..."
"Ryou, he was really depressed. That's what I could read from him. He couldn't even relish his pain. And he could only get depression from you."
"I don't get it," Ryou said.
I stared at him hard. Something wasn't clicking.
A WEEK LATER
"Sakura, I have to go clothes shopping."
Ryou sounded happy that he needed to go clothes shopping. It had been a week since he got sick. Yami Bakura was acting strange, but had more or less gotten better.
"Why do you need to go clothes shopping? I thought you hated it," I replied.
"My clothes are getting too big for me."
"Wh-what? Too big for you of all people?"
I turned to my brother. Something was starting to occur to me. I found Ryou lounging about the house, eating ravenously sometimes. There's no way he could have gotten smaller...or skinnier...
At that thought, something clicked in my head.
"Take your shirt off."
"Do I have to?"
"Take it off NOW!"
"Okay, geesh, sister."
He removed his green button up shirt, which was slightly sagging on him and I gasped. I knew we were both skinny enough to see our ribs a bit, but this was wrong. His ribs seemed to almost be breaking through his pale skin. His arms were like slender sticks and he had practically no stomach. I'd seen pictures of Jews in concentration camps during Holocaust study that looked better than he did. Upon further inspection of his face, I saw that it was gaunt, his hair was limper, and there were dark circles under his eyes. My suspicions were confirmed at that moment.
"Sister, what's wrong?"
I was at a loss for words. I could have kicked myself for not noticing the changes.
"So...so that's what this is all about..." I said slowly.
"What are you..."
"The dehydration...the sickness...the weakness...Yami Bakura's depression and confusion...It's all because of me..."
"Please tell me what's going on!" Ryou said, very frightened at my behavior.
"You...you've been...you have...get your clothes on. We're going to the hospital."
"There's nothing wrong with me!" he pouted.
"Yes there is...there is something seriously wrong with you...and I've been so stupid to ignore the changes..."
"I hate hospitals, Sakura. You know I hate going unless it's necessary..."
"We're going, onii-chan. Yami Bakura-san, come out."
"What do you want, Sakura?"
Yami Bakura's voice was soft and confused. His wounds he'd refused to heal automatically. They were still there. His upper body was exposed, and he looked kind of...
"Ryou's not well. We must take him to the hospital."
"I'm fine."
Ryou coughed and fell to his knees, a result of his weakness.
"I'm okay...leave me alone..."
"He says he's fine, leave him alone," Yami Bakura said indifferently. He hadn't looked up.
"Yami Bakura, snap out of it! All these bad feelings are coming from him. For once, he's hurting you, not the other way around."
"He wouldn't hurt me...he's not like that..."
I grew frustrated and turned Yami Bakura's head to Ryou's body.
"Look! He's sick. He needs our help!"
"Oh, Ra..."
Yami Bakura took in his hikari's looks and gasped.
"I'll help..."
He got up to help, but collapsed in pain from his gaping knife wounds. Once again, he tried, and he succeeded in getting a hold of Bakura.
"Listen to Sakura... you are not well..."
"I'm fine!! Leave me be!!!"
Bakura blindly threw his arm out and by chance hit his own yami's inner forearm.
"Argh!"
Yami Bakura collapsed again in pain. It was scary. Ryou was very hostile, and Yami Bakura was confused and passive. I ran to call Ayari.
Malik's POV
"Ayari, I'm tired of playing charades with these Ra-damned cards!"
"Hey, if Yami Bakura could do it with me, then so can you!" the girl snapped at me. Who couldn't stay angry at a chick like that? She was okay.
RIING!! RIING!!
"I got it!" I said.
"It's probably for Dad," Ayari told me disinterestedly.
I ran for it anyway, and picked it up.
"Crawford residence, Malik Ishtar speaking."
"Malik, we've got problems."
"NO WE DON'T!" I heard Bakura shout over his sister angrily,
"What's the problem, Sakura?" I asked.
"Bakura's sick. I believe I know what it is, but I need help getting him to the hospital. He's being really irritable."
"Use reverse psychology on him. We'll be there in a flash."
"Can do. See ya."
I hung up and turned to Ayari.
"Ayari, we have to go. Something's wrong with Bakura."
"Exactly what is wrong with him?" Ayari asked me. I shrugged in annoyance.
"I don't know, but from the sounds of it, I think we should take my motor cycle and ride like a coupla bats outta hell."
Ayari nodded and dove into her closet for her helmet. After she got it, we were gone in a flash, just like I'd said. Like I had any problem speeding in this motorcycle.
Sakura's POV
"Sakura, why won't you believe me?" Ryou asked angrily.
I didn't answer, but the truth was that I'd had a less intense case of what he had. I knew how he felt, and it made me ache to have to see him like this. He'd at least put his shirt on, so I didn't have to look upon his upper body. Even though Yami Bakura looked better, it had nothing to do with the weight. I just thought he looked handsome, but he was seriously affected by Bakura's condition. I heard a knock at the door.
That's the end of this chapter. It's a bit stupid, I know, but my mind's kinda numb-feeling. Probably cuz I'm getting over this flu, or maybe it's the fact that I was at Katrice's (aka AyariChan02) house and her evil telescope hit me in the head as I was en route to one of her Anime Insider mags. Oh, well. As for that hostility thing, I added that in there blindly because well, what would you think if you thought you were okay, and everyone thought you were sick? If you've ever seen commercials for the Recess movie, you'd know what I'm talking about. Anywho, R&R for this. And I hope you peoples haven't forgotten about the College Years. It's getting slowly and surely updated, so you can review that one, too.
Chapter 7: Who Is The Yami And Who's The Hikari?
Sakura's POV
"Brother, are you alright?"
"Mmm...Sakura?"
"Yeah. Is everything all right?"
"Yes. It's all okay. I just got sick is all."
"Are you sure?"
"I am. Yami said I had to take Nyquil, so, you know, I have to."
He grimaced at that.
"I'll get you some. For once, Yami Bakura was right."
"Yami Bakura...Sakura, is he okay!! There was blood and..."
"I dunno, Bakura. He disappeared into his soul room before I could do anything," I replied to my brother.
"Oh...I suppose he'll heal while he's in there..."
"Ryou, he was really depressed. That's what I could read from him. He couldn't even relish his pain. And he could only get depression from you."
"I don't get it," Ryou said.
I stared at him hard. Something wasn't clicking.
A WEEK LATER
"Sakura, I have to go clothes shopping."
Ryou sounded happy that he needed to go clothes shopping. It had been a week since he got sick. Yami Bakura was acting strange, but had more or less gotten better.
"Why do you need to go clothes shopping? I thought you hated it," I replied.
"My clothes are getting too big for me."
"Wh-what? Too big for you of all people?"
I turned to my brother. Something was starting to occur to me. I found Ryou lounging about the house, eating ravenously sometimes. There's no way he could have gotten smaller...or skinnier...
At that thought, something clicked in my head.
"Take your shirt off."
"Do I have to?"
"Take it off NOW!"
"Okay, geesh, sister."
He removed his green button up shirt, which was slightly sagging on him and I gasped. I knew we were both skinny enough to see our ribs a bit, but this was wrong. His ribs seemed to almost be breaking through his pale skin. His arms were like slender sticks and he had practically no stomach. I'd seen pictures of Jews in concentration camps during Holocaust study that looked better than he did. Upon further inspection of his face, I saw that it was gaunt, his hair was limper, and there were dark circles under his eyes. My suspicions were confirmed at that moment.
"Sister, what's wrong?"
I was at a loss for words. I could have kicked myself for not noticing the changes.
"So...so that's what this is all about..." I said slowly.
"What are you..."
"The dehydration...the sickness...the weakness...Yami Bakura's depression and confusion...It's all because of me..."
"Please tell me what's going on!" Ryou said, very frightened at my behavior.
"You...you've been...you have...get your clothes on. We're going to the hospital."
"There's nothing wrong with me!" he pouted.
"Yes there is...there is something seriously wrong with you...and I've been so stupid to ignore the changes..."
"I hate hospitals, Sakura. You know I hate going unless it's necessary..."
"We're going, onii-chan. Yami Bakura-san, come out."
"What do you want, Sakura?"
Yami Bakura's voice was soft and confused. His wounds he'd refused to heal automatically. They were still there. His upper body was exposed, and he looked kind of...
"Ryou's not well. We must take him to the hospital."
"I'm fine."
Ryou coughed and fell to his knees, a result of his weakness.
"I'm okay...leave me alone..."
"He says he's fine, leave him alone," Yami Bakura said indifferently. He hadn't looked up.
"Yami Bakura, snap out of it! All these bad feelings are coming from him. For once, he's hurting you, not the other way around."
"He wouldn't hurt me...he's not like that..."
I grew frustrated and turned Yami Bakura's head to Ryou's body.
"Look! He's sick. He needs our help!"
"Oh, Ra..."
Yami Bakura took in his hikari's looks and gasped.
"I'll help..."
He got up to help, but collapsed in pain from his gaping knife wounds. Once again, he tried, and he succeeded in getting a hold of Bakura.
"Listen to Sakura... you are not well..."
"I'm fine!! Leave me be!!!"
Bakura blindly threw his arm out and by chance hit his own yami's inner forearm.
"Argh!"
Yami Bakura collapsed again in pain. It was scary. Ryou was very hostile, and Yami Bakura was confused and passive. I ran to call Ayari.
Malik's POV
"Ayari, I'm tired of playing charades with these Ra-damned cards!"
"Hey, if Yami Bakura could do it with me, then so can you!" the girl snapped at me. Who couldn't stay angry at a chick like that? She was okay.
RIING!! RIING!!
"I got it!" I said.
"It's probably for Dad," Ayari told me disinterestedly.
I ran for it anyway, and picked it up.
"Crawford residence, Malik Ishtar speaking."
"Malik, we've got problems."
"NO WE DON'T!" I heard Bakura shout over his sister angrily,
"What's the problem, Sakura?" I asked.
"Bakura's sick. I believe I know what it is, but I need help getting him to the hospital. He's being really irritable."
"Use reverse psychology on him. We'll be there in a flash."
"Can do. See ya."
I hung up and turned to Ayari.
"Ayari, we have to go. Something's wrong with Bakura."
"Exactly what is wrong with him?" Ayari asked me. I shrugged in annoyance.
"I don't know, but from the sounds of it, I think we should take my motor cycle and ride like a coupla bats outta hell."
Ayari nodded and dove into her closet for her helmet. After she got it, we were gone in a flash, just like I'd said. Like I had any problem speeding in this motorcycle.
Sakura's POV
"Sakura, why won't you believe me?" Ryou asked angrily.
I didn't answer, but the truth was that I'd had a less intense case of what he had. I knew how he felt, and it made me ache to have to see him like this. He'd at least put his shirt on, so I didn't have to look upon his upper body. Even though Yami Bakura looked better, it had nothing to do with the weight. I just thought he looked handsome, but he was seriously affected by Bakura's condition. I heard a knock at the door.
That's the end of this chapter. It's a bit stupid, I know, but my mind's kinda numb-feeling. Probably cuz I'm getting over this flu, or maybe it's the fact that I was at Katrice's (aka AyariChan02) house and her evil telescope hit me in the head as I was en route to one of her Anime Insider mags. Oh, well. As for that hostility thing, I added that in there blindly because well, what would you think if you thought you were okay, and everyone thought you were sick? If you've ever seen commercials for the Recess movie, you'd know what I'm talking about. Anywho, R&R for this. And I hope you peoples haven't forgotten about the College Years. It's getting slowly and surely updated, so you can review that one, too.