Hiya! Finally, I am permitted to type! Oh, joy, oh rapture...or not...
Anyway, here's the 12th chapter, which is skating dangerously close to the
end, I expect. But even I can't read my own mind, so I could be wrong. And
as for the whole Ka Saraha thing, I'm going to write a story on that too,
and it's sort of in the middle of my priority list, so if you really want
me to bump it up past, say...the Yoko story or something, just tell me. I
type to please more than just myself. Anyhow, I believe the true owner of
the name Ka Saraha is Sad Eyed Tenshi. I'll double-check, cuz I'm not on
the internet at the moment. But enough of my typed up rambling. On with the
story!
Chapter 12: Undead Life
Yami Bakura's POV
It had been a while since the dimwit had fallen asleep. We didn't have much to do but go home, so that's what we did. That is, after Ayari finished with Malik. He looked worse than a burnt match end. I know, stupid comparison, but what else am I supposed to say?
So, when we got home, Sakura took on the challenge of cheering us all up, including but not limited to herself.
"Okay, um...why don't we see what's on T.V.?" she suggested.
"I'm not in the damn mood," I sneered. I cleared my throat loudly, though not with any purpose. I swear, if I wasn't so worried, I would have scratched my butt and said 'hey, I'm gonna go sleep or something.' Shit I was annoyed. Ka Saraha was back at the hospital. And Sakura was fiddling with my hair. She really liked me, didn't she? Can't figure out why for the afterlife of me.
My mortal stomach growled, but I paid it no heed. I was thinking, damn it! I haven't the time to worry about stupid mortal needs. Even though a steak would hit the spot about now.
"Sooo...what can we do about Ryou?" I asked. It was obviously the last thing everyone expected me to say. "What? D'you think I'm like you and lapse into denial about everything?"
Ohh, if only they could see my past...
"I suppose we should try and make him comfy and get him into a less stressful environment," Ayari suggested. Not a bad idea, I had to hand it to her.
"Maybe I can do his school work, or something," I added, proud at myself.
"We want to take him out of stress, not put him in it," Malik snorted. I glared, but nodded.
"True enough," I said, not very willing to admit it. I blew my bangs out of my face. Stupid bangs. Cursed with 'em in Egypt, cursed with 'em now. My stomach growled again.
"Ohh, cursed mortal body. I have to breathe all the time, I get tired, my emotions bother me more, and all that shit. Just leave me alone!" I yelled.
"You got some issues, Yami Bakura," Malik informed me.
"Noooo, really?" I said rudely.
"'Cept this time, I think you're just grumpy because you're hungry. Let me see what I can make in your kitchen."
"Oh, no!" snapped Ayari. "Not without me. They've had enough traumas without you killing one of them."
"Shaddup. I can cook, woman!"
"Yeah. That's why we eat take-out at your house all the time."
"Shut-up! I just don't want you to barf up Ishizu's slop all over me. She thinks microwaves work well to make baked apples."
"Strange..."
"Who asked for your two bits, Yami Bakura?"
"Up yours, bitch."
I regretted the words as soon as they came out. Ayari was all over me in an instant, and I don't mean in the best way. Short as she was (Shorter, since I was now 6'1"), she knocked me down and sent me into orbit with a jaw-breaking punch.
"Get off, you whore!" I yelled. Also not the best thing to say. Next thing I knew, I was held in a powerful strangling grip. I kicked and fought, but to no avail, despite my massive strength.
"Guh!" I gasped. "Get...off...ugh..."
Red spots flashed in front of my eyes. I knew my eyes were streaming. They had to be, she was choking the hell out of me. My lungs were on fire!
"You're gonna kill him!" Sakura yelled. It was kinda hazy, because my ears were pounding.
"That's the point. He'll come back as a spirit anyway. If he's not Ryou, I'm gonna kill him!!" Ayari snarled.
"You know how he is, Ayari. Don't kill him...I want him like...I mean..."
Ayari's nails, which had previously been digging in my thick neck, relinquished their death grip. I fell back, hitting my head.
"Damn. I fought and you still whipped my ass," I managed before I passed out.
Ayari's POV
As soon as Sakura said that sentence, I let go of the idiot. She was in her own personal hell at the moment, and me strangling the damn tomb- robbing son of a bitch wouldn't help at all. The asshole got off easy. With his conceding sentence, he passed out.
"You're lucky," I told him angrily, though he couldn't hear me. He was such an obnoxious guy! I turned to Malik.
"Take him up to Bakura's room. Let him sleep."
"Okay, but I think it's fair to warn you that he's got neck bruises, you animal."
"Yah, so?"
"Just telling it how it is, sister."
I snorted. He'll make it.
"Even if I had killed him, he'd just come back as a haunting yami- ghost."
"Yep," Sakura confirmed. "Remember that one time when he died in his body? Some thug wasted him and he came back via the Ring."
I nodded.
"Well, wanna check on Bakura while the nimrod sleeps?" I asked.
"Sure, but I would feel awkward leaving him here alone..."
"That settles it. Malik, stay and watch him," I commanded.
"Why me?!" he replied. "I care about Bakura as much as the next lazy beatnik!"
"A, you're his friend. B, he could handle being alone with you for more than ten minutes. C, he's not a heavy sleeper, cuz he's a thief. He'll feel left out and pissed if we don't leave someone. Just watch him, 'kay? For me?"
"Oh, puh-lease! Don't try that sucker act on me. I'll omit my time with Ryou to spend time with Thief boy, but don't get used to me always listening to you!"
"You already do."
"Oh, right. HEY!!!"
Yami Bakura's POV
I woke up with a migraine and a half, not to mention a seriously hoarse and raspy voice. I mean worse than normal.
"Oh, I'm going to kick that girl's ass..." I muttered.
I glanced around.
"Hey, where is everyone?"
"They left to see Baku. It's just you and me, old friend."
"Oh, Ra. Kill me now."
"Oh come on. I'm not so bad, am I?"
"Malik, you surprise even me."
Suddenly, a pang of hunger cut through my stomach. I winced.
"Damn. I'm really hungry. Go make me something!" I ordered Malik, coughing a bit in the process.
"You all want me to cook?"
"No. I want you to cook for me. The women are irrelevant."
"Ah. I see."
"Get moving, Garcon. I hate the hungry feeling. And believe me, I had to put up with it until I starved to not-death in the Millennium Ring and got used to it. I'm not tolerant about that sort of bullshit."
"Okay, breathe!"
As Malik went to prepare my meal, I collapsed back and sighed.
"I want to keep this body for a bit longer..." I said.
It felt good to be alive, despite my complaints. To have a heart and to feel the blood pump through my veins. I never felt that within Ryou's body. Never.
I ate whatever it was Malik set in front of me, and he later told me it was Shake-and-Bake pork chops. Whatever it was, he'd stuck it in the microwave I bet. And I told him this.
"Nuh-uh. I cooked it. How do you take forty minutes to heat up a pork chop in the nuke box?"
"Good point. It would take longer."
"Exactly."
"So. What do you want to talk about?"
"Nothing, for once."
We sat in silence for several minutes. I broke the quiet spell first.
"I'm going back to sleep. Ayari sure did a number on me."
"Naw, you just don't usually have a really real windpipe that can get crushed with you caring at all. Not even in Bakura's body, I think.
"Yeah, well...be quiet, I want to sleep fitfully. I might actually still have this body, and if not, I'll be at the hospital with Ryou."
"Yeah, I know. Goodnight, loser."
"Goodnight, asshole-of-the-world."
Not a very Ryou-filled chapter, true, but he's presently sleeping as deep as his Yami's gonna be. So, just review and I'll try to get the next chapter up, though my schoolwork on the weekend is heck. I have 20 research cards, and two notebooks to get in order. Oh, and in case anyone's curious, I got in a tangle with bad grades and phone calls from 2 different teachers. Murder to me! But anyway, see ya!!
Chapter 12: Undead Life
Yami Bakura's POV
It had been a while since the dimwit had fallen asleep. We didn't have much to do but go home, so that's what we did. That is, after Ayari finished with Malik. He looked worse than a burnt match end. I know, stupid comparison, but what else am I supposed to say?
So, when we got home, Sakura took on the challenge of cheering us all up, including but not limited to herself.
"Okay, um...why don't we see what's on T.V.?" she suggested.
"I'm not in the damn mood," I sneered. I cleared my throat loudly, though not with any purpose. I swear, if I wasn't so worried, I would have scratched my butt and said 'hey, I'm gonna go sleep or something.' Shit I was annoyed. Ka Saraha was back at the hospital. And Sakura was fiddling with my hair. She really liked me, didn't she? Can't figure out why for the afterlife of me.
My mortal stomach growled, but I paid it no heed. I was thinking, damn it! I haven't the time to worry about stupid mortal needs. Even though a steak would hit the spot about now.
"Sooo...what can we do about Ryou?" I asked. It was obviously the last thing everyone expected me to say. "What? D'you think I'm like you and lapse into denial about everything?"
Ohh, if only they could see my past...
"I suppose we should try and make him comfy and get him into a less stressful environment," Ayari suggested. Not a bad idea, I had to hand it to her.
"Maybe I can do his school work, or something," I added, proud at myself.
"We want to take him out of stress, not put him in it," Malik snorted. I glared, but nodded.
"True enough," I said, not very willing to admit it. I blew my bangs out of my face. Stupid bangs. Cursed with 'em in Egypt, cursed with 'em now. My stomach growled again.
"Ohh, cursed mortal body. I have to breathe all the time, I get tired, my emotions bother me more, and all that shit. Just leave me alone!" I yelled.
"You got some issues, Yami Bakura," Malik informed me.
"Noooo, really?" I said rudely.
"'Cept this time, I think you're just grumpy because you're hungry. Let me see what I can make in your kitchen."
"Oh, no!" snapped Ayari. "Not without me. They've had enough traumas without you killing one of them."
"Shaddup. I can cook, woman!"
"Yeah. That's why we eat take-out at your house all the time."
"Shut-up! I just don't want you to barf up Ishizu's slop all over me. She thinks microwaves work well to make baked apples."
"Strange..."
"Who asked for your two bits, Yami Bakura?"
"Up yours, bitch."
I regretted the words as soon as they came out. Ayari was all over me in an instant, and I don't mean in the best way. Short as she was (Shorter, since I was now 6'1"), she knocked me down and sent me into orbit with a jaw-breaking punch.
"Get off, you whore!" I yelled. Also not the best thing to say. Next thing I knew, I was held in a powerful strangling grip. I kicked and fought, but to no avail, despite my massive strength.
"Guh!" I gasped. "Get...off...ugh..."
Red spots flashed in front of my eyes. I knew my eyes were streaming. They had to be, she was choking the hell out of me. My lungs were on fire!
"You're gonna kill him!" Sakura yelled. It was kinda hazy, because my ears were pounding.
"That's the point. He'll come back as a spirit anyway. If he's not Ryou, I'm gonna kill him!!" Ayari snarled.
"You know how he is, Ayari. Don't kill him...I want him like...I mean..."
Ayari's nails, which had previously been digging in my thick neck, relinquished their death grip. I fell back, hitting my head.
"Damn. I fought and you still whipped my ass," I managed before I passed out.
Ayari's POV
As soon as Sakura said that sentence, I let go of the idiot. She was in her own personal hell at the moment, and me strangling the damn tomb- robbing son of a bitch wouldn't help at all. The asshole got off easy. With his conceding sentence, he passed out.
"You're lucky," I told him angrily, though he couldn't hear me. He was such an obnoxious guy! I turned to Malik.
"Take him up to Bakura's room. Let him sleep."
"Okay, but I think it's fair to warn you that he's got neck bruises, you animal."
"Yah, so?"
"Just telling it how it is, sister."
I snorted. He'll make it.
"Even if I had killed him, he'd just come back as a haunting yami- ghost."
"Yep," Sakura confirmed. "Remember that one time when he died in his body? Some thug wasted him and he came back via the Ring."
I nodded.
"Well, wanna check on Bakura while the nimrod sleeps?" I asked.
"Sure, but I would feel awkward leaving him here alone..."
"That settles it. Malik, stay and watch him," I commanded.
"Why me?!" he replied. "I care about Bakura as much as the next lazy beatnik!"
"A, you're his friend. B, he could handle being alone with you for more than ten minutes. C, he's not a heavy sleeper, cuz he's a thief. He'll feel left out and pissed if we don't leave someone. Just watch him, 'kay? For me?"
"Oh, puh-lease! Don't try that sucker act on me. I'll omit my time with Ryou to spend time with Thief boy, but don't get used to me always listening to you!"
"You already do."
"Oh, right. HEY!!!"
Yami Bakura's POV
I woke up with a migraine and a half, not to mention a seriously hoarse and raspy voice. I mean worse than normal.
"Oh, I'm going to kick that girl's ass..." I muttered.
I glanced around.
"Hey, where is everyone?"
"They left to see Baku. It's just you and me, old friend."
"Oh, Ra. Kill me now."
"Oh come on. I'm not so bad, am I?"
"Malik, you surprise even me."
Suddenly, a pang of hunger cut through my stomach. I winced.
"Damn. I'm really hungry. Go make me something!" I ordered Malik, coughing a bit in the process.
"You all want me to cook?"
"No. I want you to cook for me. The women are irrelevant."
"Ah. I see."
"Get moving, Garcon. I hate the hungry feeling. And believe me, I had to put up with it until I starved to not-death in the Millennium Ring and got used to it. I'm not tolerant about that sort of bullshit."
"Okay, breathe!"
As Malik went to prepare my meal, I collapsed back and sighed.
"I want to keep this body for a bit longer..." I said.
It felt good to be alive, despite my complaints. To have a heart and to feel the blood pump through my veins. I never felt that within Ryou's body. Never.
I ate whatever it was Malik set in front of me, and he later told me it was Shake-and-Bake pork chops. Whatever it was, he'd stuck it in the microwave I bet. And I told him this.
"Nuh-uh. I cooked it. How do you take forty minutes to heat up a pork chop in the nuke box?"
"Good point. It would take longer."
"Exactly."
"So. What do you want to talk about?"
"Nothing, for once."
We sat in silence for several minutes. I broke the quiet spell first.
"I'm going back to sleep. Ayari sure did a number on me."
"Naw, you just don't usually have a really real windpipe that can get crushed with you caring at all. Not even in Bakura's body, I think.
"Yeah, well...be quiet, I want to sleep fitfully. I might actually still have this body, and if not, I'll be at the hospital with Ryou."
"Yeah, I know. Goodnight, loser."
"Goodnight, asshole-of-the-world."
Not a very Ryou-filled chapter, true, but he's presently sleeping as deep as his Yami's gonna be. So, just review and I'll try to get the next chapter up, though my schoolwork on the weekend is heck. I have 20 research cards, and two notebooks to get in order. Oh, and in case anyone's curious, I got in a tangle with bad grades and phone calls from 2 different teachers. Murder to me! But anyway, see ya!!