Hey, it's me again. Don't have much to say, other than this little
translation thing that I'm not so sure about.
Touzoku-ou- Thief King, King of Thieves, something like that.
Sakura's POV
"Who-who's there?" I asked nervously.
It's Malik and Ayari!" I heard Malik say. I let them in.
"Malik, if you ever do any shit like that again...oh, God..."
Ayari was in the middle of threatening Malik when she saw Bakura looking as if he was about to be sick.
"What do I have to do to prove to you people that I'm okay?" he huffed. And I literally mean huffed. He didn't sound so good.
"Proof...reversal psychology..." I muttered to myself.
"You want to prove it? Then get a check up and if you're okay, then we'll let you alone, onii-chan."
"Fine then, onee-chan. No, wait! I know what you're trying to do! I'm not going!"
"That's what I brought Malik and Ayari for. If you would stoop so low as to hurt your yami with no regard to his health, then you aren't my brother. The Ryou I knew never snapped or hit his yami. He buckled down and took the hardships without complaint, living on with the hope that things would get better. The Ryou I knew was my all-time favorite person, my beloved onii-chan, my only onii-chan. But you, you're just a sorry excuse for a Bakura who's let his life and depression roll him over. You're not my onii-chan, and I don't know that you ever will be again as long as you won't let us help you. Be that way!"
At that moment, the torrents of tears that were held in my eyes spilled out like a breaking dam and I sobbed endlessly.
Ryou's POV
As Sakura began to cry, I felt my heart melt. By refusing them their stupid request, look at what I'd done to my beloved onee-chan. I'd broken her up.
I felt myself grow disgusted. At my own self! All the lies and deceit. For what? The depression of my own dark side and self-gain. What was wrong, what was right?
I felt myself get cast roughly, but still softer than usual, to the side.
Yami Bakura's POV
I pushed Bakura's personality aside softly and gained control. I had something to show Sakura.
"Sakura?" I said softly, questioningly.
"Yami Bakura?" she said strangely. I looked surprised.
"Does my prescence displease you?" I asked.
"No. What is it that you need?"
"Remember those ornaments you and Ryou made for each other in Ceramics and Pottery? I...I broke them. B-but I fixed it! Could you forgive me?"
I held out the figures I broke. They were fixed by my own hands now. I bowed in shame.
"I apologize for not telling you, my foolish little onii-chan."
I didn't really feel bad calling her 'foolish little onii-chan,' but I didn't want her to be angry, don't let her be angry.
"Its okay, Yami Bakura. I know you didn't mean to do it."
"How did you know that I didn't do it to hurt you?"
"It's because I wouldn't ever suspect that from you. You used to be an arrogant little jerk, but that was until you figured out that there are better things than revenge."
"And I'm sorry that I broke them. They look okay to you?"
Sakura examined my work.
"They look great!" she said happily. Now let's help Ryou get better."
"Mm-hm."
I leapt forward and pinned him down.
"Get off! Get off!!"
"Malik, get your ass over here!"
I ordered Malik to get his bony ass over here and help me. He knife- struck Bakura, rendering him unconscious.
"Okay, now transfer his bony ass onto your motorcycle and haul some!!" I told him.
"Aye, aye, King of Thieves!"
"You damn well better believe it!!" I said, beaming. To hell with depression! Sakura wasn't pissed at me!! I ran after Malik, but tripped over my own injured leg.
"SHIMATTA!!" I shouted in annoyance. Hey, that didn't hurt so much.
"You're becoming yourself, Yami Bakura!" Sakura told me.
"And what's your damn point, foolish bitch?"
Sakura smiled like she was happy that I was insulting her.
"That's exactly what I like about you. So feisty," she purred.
"Eurgh!" I groaned.
How much more disgusting could this girl get? Seriously!! It wasn't like I was her man or anything.
I smirked as she helped me up, then I licked the bleeding wound on my forearm.
"Not bad," I said smartly. It was her turn to groan.
"Uck. You are so disgusting, Yami!"
"I'm not your Yami, Ra-damn it!!" I shouted. "Now let's go. I'll go with you, so you'll have an adult in the car with you. An Egyptian adult...
Sakura's POV
"I'll go with you, so you'll have an adult in the car with you. An Egyptian adult..."
I smiled widely. Not too long ago, Yami Bakura had learned an Egyptian spell that allowed spirits their true bodies for as long as their spiritual energy held out. That wasn't a problem for him, not with the Ring, but he only could do it about once a month or so. It seemed a shame for him to do it now, but my brother needed help and he comes first...
"Let's make it happen, Cap'n!!" I shouted in approval.
He started the complex chant in Egyptian, but I knew what it meant.
{THE WAY I WAS BEFORE
IS THE FORM I SEEK
TO MY POWER I ADD YOURS
I ASK RA WITH INTENTIONS MEEK
GRANT ME FOR AS LONG AS MY POWER HOLDS TRUE
A FORM THAT IS MINE THROUGH AND THROUGH}
With that, his true form of Touzoku-ou Bakura was bestowed upon him. A wicked scar that ran down his face, tangled locks of fair hair, sinister brown eyes, and muscles, my favorite. Boy, Yami Bakura could really pull off the muscled look, 'specially with that nice six-pack.
"Let us go, Sakura!" he said, voice slightly altered. "I don't think anyone stupid enough to stop us will question the robes. You're a smart enough girl to think of an excuse."
"Mm-hm! Let's go!!"
Once again, a rounded off cliffy. I'll update my other stories soon, but I want to finish this one, so be patient, please. R&R
Touzoku-ou- Thief King, King of Thieves, something like that.
Sakura's POV
"Who-who's there?" I asked nervously.
It's Malik and Ayari!" I heard Malik say. I let them in.
"Malik, if you ever do any shit like that again...oh, God..."
Ayari was in the middle of threatening Malik when she saw Bakura looking as if he was about to be sick.
"What do I have to do to prove to you people that I'm okay?" he huffed. And I literally mean huffed. He didn't sound so good.
"Proof...reversal psychology..." I muttered to myself.
"You want to prove it? Then get a check up and if you're okay, then we'll let you alone, onii-chan."
"Fine then, onee-chan. No, wait! I know what you're trying to do! I'm not going!"
"That's what I brought Malik and Ayari for. If you would stoop so low as to hurt your yami with no regard to his health, then you aren't my brother. The Ryou I knew never snapped or hit his yami. He buckled down and took the hardships without complaint, living on with the hope that things would get better. The Ryou I knew was my all-time favorite person, my beloved onii-chan, my only onii-chan. But you, you're just a sorry excuse for a Bakura who's let his life and depression roll him over. You're not my onii-chan, and I don't know that you ever will be again as long as you won't let us help you. Be that way!"
At that moment, the torrents of tears that were held in my eyes spilled out like a breaking dam and I sobbed endlessly.
Ryou's POV
As Sakura began to cry, I felt my heart melt. By refusing them their stupid request, look at what I'd done to my beloved onee-chan. I'd broken her up.
I felt myself grow disgusted. At my own self! All the lies and deceit. For what? The depression of my own dark side and self-gain. What was wrong, what was right?
I felt myself get cast roughly, but still softer than usual, to the side.
Yami Bakura's POV
I pushed Bakura's personality aside softly and gained control. I had something to show Sakura.
"Sakura?" I said softly, questioningly.
"Yami Bakura?" she said strangely. I looked surprised.
"Does my prescence displease you?" I asked.
"No. What is it that you need?"
"Remember those ornaments you and Ryou made for each other in Ceramics and Pottery? I...I broke them. B-but I fixed it! Could you forgive me?"
I held out the figures I broke. They were fixed by my own hands now. I bowed in shame.
"I apologize for not telling you, my foolish little onii-chan."
I didn't really feel bad calling her 'foolish little onii-chan,' but I didn't want her to be angry, don't let her be angry.
"Its okay, Yami Bakura. I know you didn't mean to do it."
"How did you know that I didn't do it to hurt you?"
"It's because I wouldn't ever suspect that from you. You used to be an arrogant little jerk, but that was until you figured out that there are better things than revenge."
"And I'm sorry that I broke them. They look okay to you?"
Sakura examined my work.
"They look great!" she said happily. Now let's help Ryou get better."
"Mm-hm."
I leapt forward and pinned him down.
"Get off! Get off!!"
"Malik, get your ass over here!"
I ordered Malik to get his bony ass over here and help me. He knife- struck Bakura, rendering him unconscious.
"Okay, now transfer his bony ass onto your motorcycle and haul some!!" I told him.
"Aye, aye, King of Thieves!"
"You damn well better believe it!!" I said, beaming. To hell with depression! Sakura wasn't pissed at me!! I ran after Malik, but tripped over my own injured leg.
"SHIMATTA!!" I shouted in annoyance. Hey, that didn't hurt so much.
"You're becoming yourself, Yami Bakura!" Sakura told me.
"And what's your damn point, foolish bitch?"
Sakura smiled like she was happy that I was insulting her.
"That's exactly what I like about you. So feisty," she purred.
"Eurgh!" I groaned.
How much more disgusting could this girl get? Seriously!! It wasn't like I was her man or anything.
I smirked as she helped me up, then I licked the bleeding wound on my forearm.
"Not bad," I said smartly. It was her turn to groan.
"Uck. You are so disgusting, Yami!"
"I'm not your Yami, Ra-damn it!!" I shouted. "Now let's go. I'll go with you, so you'll have an adult in the car with you. An Egyptian adult...
Sakura's POV
"I'll go with you, so you'll have an adult in the car with you. An Egyptian adult..."
I smiled widely. Not too long ago, Yami Bakura had learned an Egyptian spell that allowed spirits their true bodies for as long as their spiritual energy held out. That wasn't a problem for him, not with the Ring, but he only could do it about once a month or so. It seemed a shame for him to do it now, but my brother needed help and he comes first...
"Let's make it happen, Cap'n!!" I shouted in approval.
He started the complex chant in Egyptian, but I knew what it meant.
{THE WAY I WAS BEFORE
IS THE FORM I SEEK
TO MY POWER I ADD YOURS
I ASK RA WITH INTENTIONS MEEK
GRANT ME FOR AS LONG AS MY POWER HOLDS TRUE
A FORM THAT IS MINE THROUGH AND THROUGH}
With that, his true form of Touzoku-ou Bakura was bestowed upon him. A wicked scar that ran down his face, tangled locks of fair hair, sinister brown eyes, and muscles, my favorite. Boy, Yami Bakura could really pull off the muscled look, 'specially with that nice six-pack.
"Let us go, Sakura!" he said, voice slightly altered. "I don't think anyone stupid enough to stop us will question the robes. You're a smart enough girl to think of an excuse."
"Mm-hm! Let's go!!"
Once again, a rounded off cliffy. I'll update my other stories soon, but I want to finish this one, so be patient, please. R&R